Photos from Michael B.

snow flakes

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:04:31 +0000

when all sound gets muffled.

hotshots

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 07:18:12 +0000

a fairground attraction.

the mill brook, in November

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:14:22 +0000

Laub, am Fluss

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:44:48 +0000

he said he didn't know what

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:39:02 +0000

I was taking photos of.

I smiled and said: 'the lights. The lights on the water.'

some things can't be caught

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:04:32 +0000

I was thinking of this one for the moon album.

I'm sure some people would regard this as too 'cliché', and perhaps I'd agree.
But at this moment the only thing that fascinated me visually was the juxtaposition of a very 'specific' human device and the vast, but not entirely insurmountable space symbolized by the planet's satellite.
The birds just happened somewhere in between.

the diving / particles in the stream

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 16:08:05 +0000

down by the riverside.

Velvia 50 set to ISO 100.

Enjoy the slideshow.

drifters

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 18:19:09 +0000

fires

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 11:21:36 +0000

Made at a local festivity celebrating one of the longest nights of summer.

just staring

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:34:56 +0000

Made at a local festivity celebrating one of the longest nights of summer.

Johannisnacht

nobody@ipernity.com (Michael B.) — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 19:21:42 +0000

"I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was - there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was."

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dreame.
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Made at a local festivity celebrating one of the longest nights of summer.