Don't you just hate a shadow with a smart reply? I think this would be better without the brighter blue area at the top
vz-nostalgia: "Don't you just hate a shadow with a smart reply?" Actually, I kind of like it. Sometimes we engage in longer conversations than this one.
Your shdow doesn't appear to be holding a camera. Carefully done.
vz-nostalgia: I would never ever trust this shadow to hold my camera, Ian. Enough that it talks back.
Philine
Germany
22 Jul 2008, 12:51
I'm fascinated by the symphony of these sunflown colours (an "wahre Augenweide") on a beautiful autum day with a waterblue sky -like on an impresionistic painting- more than -sorry- by the shadow. I like the contemplation behaviour of the shadow, he seems to be fascinated too, has forgotten his camera and he seems to hold fast to the fence in order not to get dragged away by the colourstream. It is a poetry of colours indeed, created by nature and youself!
vz-nostalgia: It seems nature and I get along okay. From time to time we venture into a collaborative effort, often to our mutual satisfaction. I guess this was one of these moments, Ms. Philine.
Ahahah ! You're certainly a poet but I love your sens of humor !
vz-nostalgia: In turn, I adore those, who understands my sense of humor, Ms. Flo. Too bad there are not many of them around me, because I get into all kinds of troubles all too often
vz-nostalgia: What in the world does this mean, Chad?
Looks like this time it was the other way around, my shadow used me.
Philine
Germany
22 Jul 2008, 21:16
Please don't deride me, but, sorry, I can't stop to add some (not else's) verses to your autumn-pic (that my favourite 'interpretation', perhaps they could go together with the drunken colours!
Come to ... (Stefan George)
Come to the park they say is dead, and view
The shimmer of the smiling shores beyond,
The stainless clouds with unexpected blue
Diffuse a light on motley path and pond.
The tender grey, the burning yellow seize
Of birch and boxwood, mellow is the breeze.
Not wholly do the tardy roses wane,
So kiss and gather them and wreathe the chain.
The purple on the twists of wilding vine,
The last of asters you shall not forget,
And what of living verdure lingers yet,
Around the autumn vision lightly twine.
vz-nostalgia: Oh Ms. Philine, I would never deride you, ever.
The unexpected blue truly diffuses the light on the pond, and the yellow truly burns. You're right, all the colors are drunken here, and I even suspect the same about my shadow.
Hello Viktor! Were you able to spend wonderful time there? Good self-portrait with beautiful background.
vz-nostalgia: Hey Makoto,
Piedmont Park is a city park. It is located about 10 min. of a walking distance from my office, so I'm a frequent guest there. When the weather is good, the lunch walk is a pleasant endeavor.