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View from the Window.
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Uploaded: 01/24/12 2:06 PM GMT
View from the Window.
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Photo taken through the bedroom window on a nearly full moon night recently.
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This is real moody...R.
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Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear pants
Now this is a cracker Raj...so simple too!...
Hope you slept well too!...
Hope you slept well too!...
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Full moons makes us want to howl and take photos Raj. I hope you didn't keep the missus up too late. :)
Cool shot.
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Cool shot.
TicK
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People are like cameras--sometimes they lose focus.
The moon couldn't have been at a more perfect place in the sky for you to shoot this photo. Nice job, Raj. It's one of those scenes that almost command that you take a look.
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That is a beautiful view to enjoy from your window! Love the squiggly branches!
~Kim
~Kim
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Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain
A great shot you wouldn't be able to get from there in the summer! LOL. Beautifully done, Raj.
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JB
This immediately reminded me of the poem below with that high moon and slightly spooky trees. I hear hoofs galloping :)
Windy Nights
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
Windy Nights
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
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