As I ride along, I am often entertained by the messages on church signs. This one made me laugh out loud and I just had to stop.
Knowing that with work and preparing for travel I might not have a chance to spend time with the camera, I pulled this image from the archives.
Hope you got a little chuckle, too!
The beginning of March brought a trip to southern California and a return to Santa Monica Pier. Arguably cooler than my summer trip, hardy souls still populated the beach while others were content to simply enjoy the scenery and storm-like clouds from afar.
For more photos from my travels, visit VisualVenturing.com.
… Wagonwheel, Lamp & Corn.
A last look at it, the stable has to move & the wheels are falling to pieces …
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Beautiful Eyes of a Tulip
SS 1/50 f 9 ISO 1000 Nikon D810
I used natural light to capture this decaying tulip. I chose the settings to capture detail of the tulip petals and leaves.
As many of you know I do a lot of work with flowers and the history and language of flowers. Tulips have various meanings, which I have included in the poem below, written to accompany the above image. I hope you enjoy both the image and the poem. You can find many more of my floral images and poetry on my personal blog: Robyn Graham Photography.
Beautiful Eyes
Beautiful eyes,
Of my faultless lover,
I look into your depths
And feel my soul,
A soul famed of imperfection,
Guarding a declaration
Of unparalleled desire.
Oh beautiful eyes,
Be mine.
Humble my longing
With a smile
And return my desire,
Share with me the fondness
Of a love unequaled.
poem and image are under copyright by Robyn Graham
Fujifilm X30 – 1/1700 @ f/5.6 ISO 100
Three of the four stacks on the PSE&G power plant in the town of Northport/Ashroken, Long Island on a beautifully clear winter day.
Wonderful patterns in a cozy café.
I spent my New Year by the sea and walked during a long time on the beach.
It was so pleasant !
Oh chère mer,
Vois-tu le trou béant ?
Oui, là où se trouvait mon cœur.
Il n’y reste qu’un goût amer,
Laissé par mon tendre Océan,
Qui s’en est allé, me voila en pleure.
Oh dear sea
You see the gaping hole?
Yes, where my heart was.
There remains a bitter taste
Leave by my tender Ocean
Who is gone, here me crying.
The far side of the frozen river not so long ago . . . .
“…I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists…”
~John Geddes
Meet William and Dennis. Two little fishing boats I found while walking the harbour in Hirtshals in Denmark.This is a rare HDR shot from me. I used HDR Efex pro via Lightroom.
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