Tag: shadows

LAST DAY OF SUMMER

My Place, Nature, Photographs, This and That

Friday was beautiful…75 degrees F.       On Saturday the cold and snow came in!   The photos may serve as reminders of the Summer of 2016.   (as of November 18-19, 2016)

 

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Glorious Red Maple, w/evergreen

 

 

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Long view

 

 

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Assortment of Leaves at My Place

 

 

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Felix and Mawkin talkin’ about the weather

 

 

 

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Last of the Daisies

 

 

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A blue-eyed Daisy.

 

 

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Eastern Path into the Tree Garden

 

 

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Rock in the Leaves 

 

 

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Center Path

 

 

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Heading North-East

 

 

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Clown Shadow 

 

 

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Center Fork

 

 

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Bittersweet House

 

 

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Mid Garden Maple

 

 

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Shadowy Intrigue

 

 

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Ring-a-thing, with Shadow

 

 

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Twirly

 

 

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Rock of Ages 

 

 

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Survivors!

 

 

 

 

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Close-up  Surprise

 

 

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Chair in Shadows

 

 

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Late-bloomers Peek Out

 

 

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Not only late, but protected by the chair because the plants grew among the maze-stones.

 

 

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Here We Are!

 

Sword Swinging (a poem, thanks to E)

In the News, Poetry, This and That, Writing and Blogging

the sword of Damacles
begins its creaking dissent
amid madness and bitter resentment
the darkening dawn ahead… prescient.

Armaggedon beckoning (to borrow a phrase
from a friendly poet) with skillful ways to praise
using words of beauty…or malaise
born of forethought…not meaning to surprise.

As fear and foreboding take their toll
among the nervous and volatile
the peace and self-confidence wane
as the shadow lengthens  o’er the terrain.

© Sometimes, 2016

mystic pond art

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge, inspiration, My Place, Nature, Photographs, photography, This and That

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I often find surprises in photographs, serendipitous objects or impressions that might be considered gifts from My Muse.   This photo is a random pond shot, one of a series.  In the foreground are some dry weeds, and their shadows cast onto the water take on curious face-like shapes,  reminiscent of doodle-drawings.      Peggy, the cat, seems to have been transfixed by the mysterious shapes and lines…or maybe she just paused in passing to inspect a bug.

What do you think?   Am I seeing things?