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07 de diciembre de 2012-IMG_0566d
Stunning color is reflected from fall trees into the still waters of a sparkling pond at the Rocky River Nature Center in the Cleveland Metroparks.
Grazie per la visita e fav, i commenti sono certamente apprezzati e vi risponderò al più presto!
Thanks for the visit and fav, the comments are certainly appreciated and I will answer a.s.a.p!
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"L'Arte sta in far che tutto sia finto e paia vero"
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Sept 30, 2012
We just got back from 3 days of four wheeling and camping in the San Juan Mountains....I love that area!!
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Thank you all for your viewing, comments, favor and invitation. Have a great day all my flickr friends.
About the photograph- (written this Fall)-I just returned from spending 4 days up in the Colorado Rockies photographing the incredible colors and I have to say, I saw some incredible things which I managed to photograph, this being one of them. So far this is the first photo I have processed and I was so excited I had to share it right away. I love traveling down dirt country roads, looking for new places and things to photograph and when I turned the corner, this is what was staring me in the face. Aspen trees in their autumn splendor lining the shore of a pond with a reflection that was simply amazing. It looked like a painting and I was floored. I think it's safe to say "take the road less traveled" (literally) when it comes to your photography, otherwise you might miss something that you never expected!
---John
Homage to Jamie - www.flickr.com/photos/jamieheiden/ because she inspires so many of us with extraordinary, hypnotic and compelling art that seems - without meaning to belittle or insult it - so effortless.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKu2b5qBWv0 - Ryan Stewart - Autumn
Allow the sound sfx and music to play. allow your thoughts to wander wherever. (note: I admit, I like the complexity of this image. It does take me back to my oil and acrylic days.)
“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.” - Wendy Delsol, Stork
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPg-ydLeqbQ
This little willow tree - always sickly and wan - finally succumbed to its weaknesses during our last cold, frigid, polar-vortexed winter.
“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.” - Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” - Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne
North Park Village Nature Center, Chicago.