You call that snow, I call it that the God's dumped on you! Very nice pastural snow scene for the Holidays...
Happy Holidays To You...
This is not fear, this is awaiting to tackle you when you walk down the hallway when you have run out of cat food and he/she demands to be fed. Once a black cat, identical to this, did just that to me. As a lion at hunt, when one runs, they hit your foot into the other and passes by you once they hope you hit the ground, and with ears pinned, smile as they lick their lips. I did in fact get the hint, go to the store and buy him FOOD...
Hello Linda, this image really sparks memories of our childhood days. The colors, the ride, and of course, the hut selling all those goodies we craved for the year until the carnival returned. The lighting is great...
Simplicity of a scene often times tells more of the story as there is no confusion to what the message one is attempting to portray. Here, in this beautiful image of the alleyway, all the colors that bring subjects to life, blue, red, and gold, are all present, and they each offer weight to a scene that we often overlook. One can hear the silence, yet one can hear the subject's pleas whatever they may be, and in the click of the sandal's step, there can be felt direction pointed. Without color there could not be life, as life is not black or white. Life is having choices...
The angle you chose to highlight all there is in this scene was perfect! The immaculate detail of the stone and wood makes one feel as if they too are there beside you taking in the scene.
I like the two arches as they lead you around the corner in the scene...
Indeed, the light and colors are beautiful and will soon be missed until the season's change again.
This was a time when the Devil himself rose up and sat God beneath him. A time of greed and lust, a time when fear and hate overshadowed respect and love.
Your video and pic makes one think to all those souls that were lost, and to where we would be today with their offerings to society.
The Mid-East today in Syria is not much better, the fear of other countries to interfere with the atrocities of the Syrian Government are wrought by the power of Iran and the threats that linger from their government.
History, today, tomorrow, and all those other sunrises that mankind may encounter, it shall never change.
Beautiful View Catherine.
Placing the image of the man behind the Poppies really emphasizes the meaning of the poem by McCrae perfectly. Have you ever toured France and visited the many beautiful cemetaries wrought by the First and Second World War? They are amazingly beautiful, and as one walks through them, you can feel the sobriety of the world's situation at that time and moment through the rows and rows of crosses from each major battle fought. When I lived outside of Laon in France I visited Verdun several times, and that was when there was still barbed wire fencing around the fields and forests lined with placards showing skull and crossbones explaining that death still awaited those that ventured freely into their domains. My landlord was in the French Underground during the war and was hunted by the Nazis for many years, and all the time he hid out in a cemetary's crypt and came out when the Germans approached his relative's home in search for him. He told me that he would then place bombs on their vehicles and as they drove off they would explode some distance away. Interesting stories, sad endings...
Living on the river I see! Excellent pic of that moment...
Rain, I thought that was sun! What's sun like?