I guess my sunlit alley will never turn yellow. The leaves are still green and I guess some day they'll dry and fall down... Till that time please enjoy your walk.
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Say, could you use this in the new contest since the perspective is slightly off kilter ??
At any rate, it's a lovely image & I like it alot. Very peaceful & I swear, Huck Finn is just around the the corner with his bare feet & his fishing pole !! : )
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I was just so curious as to the effect on the overall mood if you were to place the shadows in the foreground, that were observable in the other image. I like this. And I applaud your effort in that you did capture the light in the 'distance.'
I like the feeling of emerging and seeing the possibility of the proverbial 'light at the end of the tunnel in this.' There is a stronger, hmm, editorial concept here, in my mind. The small patches of dappled light, leading to the wonderful full light, nice.
Great composition, nice detail. Really great work.
Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to live vicariously through your work.
I know I've seen this shot before, but for some reason didn't comment. I'll do so now!! Anyone who sees my favorites gallery would know I really like shots like these. Beautiful. I like them because I can see myself there. :)
Another lovely shot Ewa. Love the sunshine peeking through the trees and the shading is just right. A little crooked but does'nt detract at all from a wonderful walk. nice post
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