January 16, 2016
This entry was posted on January 16, 2016 by Linda Grashoff. It was filed under Reflections, Ripples, Trees, Water and was tagged with Clay Gully, Florida, Myakka River State Park, photography, tannic.
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bourbon flows freely toward the origin of bitters and neat.
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January 16, 2016 at 6:06 AM
Thanks for the metaphor, Barry.
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January 16, 2016 at 7:45 AM
wauwie ^^ beautiful
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January 16, 2016 at 6:07 AM
Thank you, Misty.
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January 16, 2016 at 7:48 AM
😀
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January 16, 2016 at 7:57 AM
A different look, this one. I like it.
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January 16, 2016 at 12:58 PM
Thanks, Lynn. You’re right, it is different. I usually don’t try to work with these kinds of highlights, and with my first pass through these photos, I did not choose this photo. Then later I liked it.
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January 16, 2016 at 1:06 PM
looks like a painting 🙂
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January 17, 2016 at 1:54 AM
Your smiley face tells me you like this idea, so thank you, Joshi.
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January 17, 2016 at 10:35 AM
That’s a delight for the eyes, Linda. Those little starbursts of light in the top left corner are a real bonus too.
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January 19, 2016 at 3:39 AM
Thank you, Andy. It’s fun to photograph something that you only see in a certain place. I see nothing like this in Ohio.
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January 19, 2016 at 9:46 AM
That’s the joy of traveling, isn’t it? You find an entirely different palette of images and colours
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January 19, 2016 at 1:48 PM