Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Each week a new theme will be posted here on Friday morning. You are invited to put up your best picture on your own blog with that theme in mind. You do have the whole weekend to post your picture, so there is no rush
Remember it should be just ONE and ORIGINAL, taken by YOU,and not off the internet,
Then come back and leave a comment on this page in the comment box so that everyone can link to your blog and see your photo. Don't forget to OPEN your page to EVERYONE for that day.
By all means mention your camera and lens used, and if the picture has been altered or enhanced in any way, so we can all learn and improve our techniques.
Try and post a decent size picture on your blog page for an increased WOW factor. Often so much is lost or distorted if the size is too big or too small.
Remember this is NOT a competition, this is about being creative, having fun, and being supportive of one another.
Out of the box thinking is encouraged.
This weeks theme is:
Your host this week is:
My thoughts drift to Autumn breezes,
and lovely wooded areas...
Trees wearing coats of many colors,
Animals scurrying to and fro..
Relaxed campfire conversation,
and good companionship...
All tempting me
to drive the winding road
leading to the beautiful Cades Cove
In The Great Smokey Mountains.
What's tempting you?
Saturday, October 3, 2009
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty
and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast
and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able
to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment
when someone at my side says: There, she is gone!"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
~ Henry Van Dyke