River scene
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One of those quiet magic moments when nature comes to you. Perhaps the only time you hope you don’t get a bite. Oil on board 14” x 12”
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A little river near my house.The colors looks smooth because of the thin fog ,nothing added ,untouched.
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My fiance, Joshua, casts his line into the Ohio River.. / (Taken midsummer ‘07) / / And the song I wrote that goes with it: Rain / / >Featured Home Page<
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stop sign at water landscape
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taken on some 1.800m above sea leavel on my way to Kühtai this is also my January image for my 2008 calendar
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Top Featured Piece Of The Day in the Live, Love, Dream group, 12th Nov, 2008. / Featured in the Rivers, Lakes and Dams group, 12th Nov, 2008. Early one January morning, I got out of bed before dawn and headed in to London and the Thames. I knew where I wanted to get the shot from. I set up the tripod and camera and waited. I hoped the sun would be visible, but had nothing more to base the possibility on other than the sky had been red at sunset the night before. My luck was in!
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Husett Mill on the Norfolk Broads, England.
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BEST VIEWED AS A MEDIUM SIZED FRAMED PRINT ON YOUR SITTING ROOM WALL! Drifting all alone on a vast ocean with just myself for company! This is a shot of a cargo vessel heading out from the mouth of the River Shannon across Ballybunion Bay in the eastern Atlantic Ocean. The shot was taken with a telephoto lens from Knockanore Mountain (really a large hill) some two miles from shore as the préachán flies. / /
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Early morning on the Norfolk Broads, England. The glowing sunlight on the mist up ahead, where the river narrows, makes one eager to discover what beauty lies in wait around the next bend. / /
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This is two of the three auto exposure bracketted shots merged in photomatix. The boat moved too much in the longer exposure for that one to be useable. The Rous River is a tributary of the Tweed, and is basically surrounded by cane farms and mountains. We’re in the middle of one of the largest calderas in the world, I believe….a monster volcano from even before I was born! Canon 5D, 16-35mm at 16mm, f/10, 1/60”, ISO 50, tripod on a moving boat…
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A photo from my trip through the \Rocky Mountains in October.
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On a very cold day, looking towards the viaduct which carries the railway from the south towards Inverness, Scotland /
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The view on a miserable, cold, frosty, misty day across the River Stour from the bridge on Mill Lane by White Mill between Shapwick and Sturminster Marshall, Dorset, England. This narrow (about 9’ [3m]) bridge covers a rather wide span of the river. The span is increased at this point by an extra loop of river cut out to flow under the mill, which stands behind me. The build allowed for small recesses (see shot) in the road between each arch to let pedestrians stand aside from traffic. White Mill bridge is described as ‘the oldest and most beautiful in the county’. There are references to the building of a ‘Bridge on the River Stour adjacent to the White Mill’ in the year 1175. An investigation into the foundations showed that the bridge stands on timber pilings. These have been carbon dated to the 12th C. The original arches were rebuilt in the 16thC. The bridge, built principally of heathstone and Purbeck stone, possesses eight arches, and has undergone extensive repairs in the 20thC, although the original oak piles still remain in place. It has never been widened, this may well be the result of its being of a generous width for a medieval bridge in the first place.
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Each day’s a new adventure, / We don’t have to travel far – / If our hearts reach out to joy, / We can find it where we are. / Maybe in a tiny blossom, / Or snow falling from the sky, / For the world is full of wonder / If we look with open eyes. Taken Northant’s uk Jan 09 Nikon D90
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Westcoast of British Columbia, Canada / April 6, 2009 HDR photography……..3 images layered……..tripod……..Photomatix Pro software THANKS VERY MUCH FOR YOUR VIEWS MY FRIENDS…...... xo
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You give me rainbow butterflies / Your hand touches mine and I feel / The wisdom of oak trees line up / And we walk that lane which shines / Both of our spirits on parade Your wings are vibrating those / Colors that catch the light / My eyes are green to emeralds delight / As you listen for my lead / The one I took from our Spirits creed We make a pack of lovers bliss / That all things are possible with / One soulful kiss / That all who know us or come / Our way / Are blessed with knowing / All things are possible / Today. Linaji 2009 All things are possible if we start right now to believe that here in this moment is our POINT OF ATTRACTION / That no matter for how long or what has been going on that does not seem to work can change in an instant if we understand that everything that can ever possibly happen can only happen at this point in time. NOW That everything changes when we start to see that life is suppose to be FUN and we can allow the infinite possibilities to formulate the best path for our desires to manifest. I have never seen this more true than my own life. As everyday I soften my thinking to better feeling thoughts I experience new vista’s to guide me towards that which I am becoming and that which I desire. Today has been such an easy day full of butterfly vibrations and lovely sounds and visions and YOU! xox
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Sarasota Florida Sony DSC H 7 / handheld edited in photoscape. Sarasota is a place of beauty, culture and arts. If you go dont miss the Ringling Museum or the Marie Selby Botanical gardens….. for more info on this lovely city visit here
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The timbered bridge with autumn leaves
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Photograph of autumn on the Huron River in MI. / Texture added. Featured on Digital Artists United / Featured in Lakesand Inland Waterways /
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Believed to be the oldest man-made navigation in the country that is still navigable, the Fossdyke stretches 11 miles from the River Trent at Torksey Lock and arrives at Brayford Pool. More information on the Fossdyke Canal can be found on the Waterscape website. / Following the Fossdyke and the Witham through the ages Early history / Some historians and archaeologists believe that the Fossdyke Canal was built by the Romans around 120AD to link the River Trent with their city at Lincoln. The earliest definite documentary reference to the Fossdyke Canal is from 1121. 13th century – 16th century / Waterways were responsibility of various landowners and the Church; maintenance inefficient and by 17th century almost impassable (though Lincoln still England’s 4th largest port in 13th century) 18th – 19th century / Fossdyke is leased to various parties – on understanding that trading profits would be used to maintain the waterway 1753 / Act of Parliament leads to straightening and dredging of Witham and Fossdyke 1766 / Grand Sluice and lock built at Boston to protect Witham from tide and flood damage Early 1800s / Major schemes to alleviate problems caused by mud in the tidal section of the Witham between the coast and Boston. Witham was also straightened and deepened between Lincoln and Boston. 1846 / Witham and Fossdyke leased to Great Northern Railway Company End 19th century / Both navigations running at a loss Early 1950s / Regular barge traffic along Witham ceased 1964 / Brayford Pool cleared, 25 wrecked boats removed 1969 / Brayford Trust established 1972 / Commercial carrying along Fossdyke Canal ceased Canon 5D Mk2 / ISO 100 / F16 / 24-105L @ 30mm
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The iconic Brisbane Story bridge. Need I say more?
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(Continued from Crystalline Flow) There’s the story that’s told of an old man who died in an accident along with his dear friend, Old Blue, the hound dog. They were inseparable, and it’s no wonder that as the man approached the pearly gates, Old Blue was right there by his side. A handsome fellow in formal attire welcomed the man, throwing open the gates to a city of diamond towers. The old man strode triumphantly thru the gates walking golden streets, his eyes brightly reflecting his surroundings. All seemed right with his world until he felt awareness stir deep within him and he looked down at his side to see that no one was there. Old Blue wasn’t there. He looked ahead and to either side but it wasn’t until he looked behind to the distant gate that he saw Old Blue waiting there. “Come here, sweet heart,” he urged, patting his thigh. “Come on, now, girl.” But Old Blue wouldn’t come. The man retraced his steps intending to force Old Blue to follow, but as he grasped her by the collar, he heard a voice say, “You can’t bring that dog in here.” The old man just stared up in surprise at the striking gate keeper in all his fine attire. He hesitated some moments before turning away from Old Blue and walking away back down the golden street. But his pace slowed as his feet grew heavy. He looked back at Blue, then again toward the diamond city, and each time he repeated this, the city looked less appealing and Old Blue more inviting. I can’t say how long it took him to make up his mind, but soon enough the man left that place and was back out on the path with Old Blue walking by his side. They came to spot where the road forked right thru a gap in a split rail fence, where a dirt path meandered thru a grove of maples ablaze in the colors of fall. He stepped up to the gap and noticed a man in the distance tending a small garden beyond the maple grove. “What is this place?” the old man shouted, but he had to draw closer to hear the gardener speak. He walked thru the gap and down the path and shouted his question once more. “Why this is heaven,” replied the gardener and he went back to his work. The old man stepped closer so as not to have to shout. “If this is heaven, then what was that place back up the road a piece, what with the streets of gold and diamond skyscrapers and such?” The gardener looked up and smiled, “It’s a place where people choose to go when true love doesn’t particularly interest them.” About that time the old man felt awareness stir deep within him. He turned to look back at the gap in the fence and Old Blue wasn’t there. He felt a familiar muzzle nuzzling in his hand and there she was right by his side. Old blue peered thru the maples into the garden until she had the gardener’s attention. He stood up amongst his plants and brushed off his knees and laughed saying, “Why, sure, Blue. You can bring him in with you.” And so it happened that a man and his dog found their way into heaven. / __ I wakened to true love at the foot of a waterfall. I heard it in the thunder of falling spray. I saw it in the light glistening off the cascades. I felt it as mist on my face and in the breeze exhaled by its flow. A voice deep inside me alerted me to its presence and as I continued to answer the call, the awareness grew within me day by day. There is something here loving me without need or agenda nor any expectation of return. I think I’ll walk with it for a spell and see what it has to show me(continued with Crystalline Flow 3. / ___ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F4s, f 8 @ 1/90sec, 200 mm, Fuji Reala 100, Gitzo tripod, Bogen pistol grip head
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