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Colours In The Sky Art Print by Huebucket http://bit.ly/Y1gnvQ

huebucket:

Colours In The Sky Art Print by Huebucket http://bit.ly/Y1gnvQ

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colintgallagher:

Taughannock Falls
2010 - Colin Gallagher Facebook | Twitter | Tumblr | Etsy | Flickr

colintgallagher:

Taughannock Falls

2010 - Colin Gallagher Facebook | Twitter | Tumblr | Etsy | Flickr

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4096colours:

one last blow

4096colours:

one last blow

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auxiliofaux:

daffodils
Kodak 35mm 400
Pentax K1000, SMC Pentax  lens
JOBO C-41 color process
©2013auxiliofaux

auxiliofaux:

daffodils

Kodak 35mm 400

Pentax K1000, SMC Pentax  lens

JOBO C-41 color process

©2013auxiliofaux

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Exploded flowers (by fong qi wei)

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south-england:

Slanted Trees »» Thomas Hanks

south-england:

Slanted Trees »» Thomas Hanks

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adventuresofalgy:

The West Highland spring was not at its best this year. It looked as though the dense mist would not lift all day, so Algy decided that the only thing to do was to settle down to some serious reading. He tucked himself tight in under a sheltering rock, as the sheep do in bad weather, and hoped that his book wouldn’t get too damp. In the distance he could hear a ship calling in the foggy Sound. Algy wasn’t lost, but everything else was, so he was reminded of Carl Sandburg’s poem:
          Desolate and lone          All night long on the lake          Where fog trails and mist creeps,          The whistle of a boat          Calls and cries unendingly,          Like some lost child          In tears and trouble          Hunting the harbor’s breast          And the harbor’s eyes.

adventuresofalgy:

The West Highland spring was not at its best this year. It looked as though the dense mist would not lift all day, so Algy decided that the only thing to do was to settle down to some serious reading. He tucked himself tight in under a sheltering rock, as the sheep do in bad weather, and hoped that his book wouldn’t get too damp. In the distance he could hear a ship calling in the foggy Sound. Algy wasn’t lost, but everything else was, so he was reminded of Carl Sandburg’s poem:

          Desolate and lone
          All night long on the lake
          Where fog trails and mist creeps,
          The whistle of a boat
          Calls and cries unendingly,
          Like some lost child
          In tears and trouble
          Hunting the harbor’s breast
          And the harbor’s eyes.

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desdeahorasomosenemigos:

When all the others were just stirring awake I’m trying to trick myself to fall asleep again

desdeahorasomosenemigos:

When all the others were just stirring awake
I’m trying to trick myself to fall asleep again

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laurabfernandez:

We´re not ready yet….

©2013laurabfernández

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bibberly:

David Bowie, 1972.

bibberly:

David Bowie, 1972.