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Spring storms are the best. The colors become as electrically-charged as the air.
Shafts of sunlight become spotlights, illuminating objects you didn't even know were there, though you see them every day.
Still, for all its beauty, a spring storm cannot make me a better photographer.
And around here, there's always a pole cow in the way.
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I like your photographs . cows and poles included .. hoppy easter!
April 06, 2012 at 05:07 AM
Oh, waste it, most likely, Pierre. ; ) Thanks for reading, my friend!
April 05, 2012 at 06:18 PM
You do wax poetic, my good Orlandish friend,
Blending words and colours as very few can do.
You can capture a mind, my outlandish friend,
And with this, pray tell, what will you do?
Pierre Lafrance |
April 05, 2012 at 06:08 PM
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