05-20-2025, 10:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-22-2025, 01:20 AM by Man From Ironbark.)
Rich
Reminds me of the song,
One mist Moisty Morning when couldy was the weather
I met an old man walking all a clad in leather..
I really was expecting him to appear.
Dave
Clouds.. They have so many faces and changes. I tend to keep seeing more to take photos of as they blow past or are off towards the horizon.
Quite dramatic when they bounce the light in patterns.
Here's my contribution of dawn on Lake Ginninderra.
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Reminds me of the song,
One mist Moisty Morning when couldy was the weather
I met an old man walking all a clad in leather..
I really was expecting him to appear.
Dave
Clouds.. They have so many faces and changes. I tend to keep seeing more to take photos of as they blow past or are off towards the horizon.
Quite dramatic when they bounce the light in patterns.
Here's my contribution of dawn on Lake Ginninderra.
Happiness simply is.
There need be no pursuit.
There need be no pursuit.