Tag: macro photography
member name: Mary C Legg
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August 17, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
shy love has wings to fly away
that can be stilled only by night
clouded sulphur butterfly
or berger's clouded yellow? male
Srbsko Beautiful Bug Gallery Here:
http://picasaweb.google.com/pogomcl/SrbskoBeautifulBugs . . .
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July 29, 2006 09:51 AM EDT --
Summer Blues
I always hated summer,
not disliking watermelon or strawberries or blackberries
or cucumbers for that matter,
but summer seems to be the the season for the blues
when folks disappear . . .
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July 31, 2006 08:21 AM EDT --
Besides assiduously avoiding the Bandersnatch and the jaws that catch, we need to be contantly on the alert for "persons of interest" and ever aware of the "terrorists in our . . .
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October 13, 2006 02:49 AM EDT --
Tears bridge the chaos
of turbulent confusion
between searching minds
13 October German Photo of the Day
Bridge of tears
http://www.cocoa.de/news2/2006/10/photos/13/photo006.htm
The storm . . .
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August 26, 2006 01:30 AM EDT --
clouded yellow
Luna moth whirls against the evening sky,
fluttering shadow of pale moonlight
echo of thought and flicker of breath,
voiceless a spirit that is dancing toward death. . . .
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October 15, 2006 07:29 PM EDT --
15 October 2006 German Photo of the Day
http://www.cocoa.de/news2/2006/10/photos/15/photo_inline_07.htm
Gold autumn descends
Flutters momentarily
Tortoiseshell hovers
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July 27, 2006 11:29 AM EDT --
Srbsko is a scant 6 kilometers west of Karlstejn, but the tourists haven't found it yet. For anyone coming from the American West, Srbsko is like a patch of home ground with the sheer cliffs . . .
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August 14, 2006 11:21 AM EDT --
It's the end of the Srbsko Bug Season as I discovered yesterday. The local authorities have been busy in the last two weeks whacking down the prine butterfly breeding grounds so that nary . . .
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August 15, 2006 07:05 AM EDT --
The winter birds are already under the pine tree in the yard, looking for the missing birdhouse which came apart on Sunday. Obviously with the rain splattering the window, it's the end of the . . .
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August 20, 2006 03:38 PM EDT --
I promise you that the end of Srbsko Bug Season is coming, but I am already a week behind in the photo files, so this series actually precedes the preceeding series. Got that? . . .
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June 02, 2007 02:29 AM EDT --
in the beginning, they all look the same
and are impossible to catch in a photograph
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June 18, 2007 05:13 AM EDT --
in evening twilight
white shimmers gold
and . . .
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June 23, 2007 09:29 PM EDT --
exotica
sudden passion bursts anew
heaven's garden
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July 16, 2006 07:54 AM EDT --
I went out yesterday for a walk with camera in hand because the day before I missed a photo-op with a Saker falcon which reminded me to always go to the hypermarket with apparatus in hand.
I was . . .
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July 17, 2006 12:49 PM EDT --
Flutterbies dance
dandelion tufts on wind
blown apart descend again
Butterflies have not years and months, but minutes
and yet transcend eternity's limits
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November 11, 2006 10:57 AM EST --
life rushes on,
the world turns,
what was is gone
and the view we had
is blocked by stone walls
and above us looms the castle
of dreams and schemes
we once had
through the Alchemist's . . .
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November 11, 2006 11:45 AM EST --
words drop like flower petals,
begonias fallen on the ground.
it's not necessary to love me--
no it's not
it's better to allow the matter drop.
19 October 2006 German . . .
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March 14, 2007 05:42 PM EDT --
hopes and aspirations flutter by
like butterflies on tattered wings
dreaming of spring
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May 24, 2007 07:57 PM EDT --
so first submission to Benel brought me this very pleasant message:
"Just to let you know that an image that you sent in, has been selected for Picture of the Day on PowerShot . . .
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May 31, 2007 08:16 PM EDT --
The small life has been celebrated with literary works such as Archie nd mehitabel and poetry from Emily Dickinson. To Thoreau the world was his pond and in his pond the world was reflected. . . .
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