Once a bustling hub, now a pleasant backwater on the interweb. Some tea? Please, have a seat. There's a stack of chairs over there. Stuck? Give it a good yank. Dance it around a bit. Here, take mine.
*The leaves weren't really dropping, at least not continuously. They were dangling on filaments of spider silk.
I appreciate the explanation on the "dropping" leaves. Though now I'm a little disappointed. C'est la vie.
You had me. I was wondering how many tries that must have taken.
Yes, Mr. S. and Cedrorum, It was a dilemma. Do I pass myself off as a much cleverer photographer than I am and live with that guilt, or do I fess up and let the truth kill the magic?
Hey, you cheated. Wish I'd thought of it:)
Yes, Aunt D, I cheated, and am ashamed. But I did have to wait for the wind to stop blowing for a few seconds, so it wasn't as easy as taking a picture of a fire hydrant or a cactus, or lots of other stationary things.
these are very poetic images, and nice words to accompany them, too.(thank you ever so much for your words on my crunch.)
I am mesmerized by the fireweed picture! It's so glowy and mystical looking. Beautiful!
Thank you, kompoStella. I hope things are looking up.Thanks, Amy. I was trying to get that effect with as little of the houses in the background as possible. It was a misty morning with interesting light.
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