The smoke of my own breath; Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, milk and vine; My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs; The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn....(Walt Whitman)
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What a beautiful landscape. I love these photographs. Absolutely wonderful work.
thank you so much - it's been so long since i went adventuring in the country and so long since i took photos that made me happy. it was such a joy to do both in the place i grew up x x
so peaceful and still. nice work!
These capture winter in New Zealand so perfectly.
you are like some mystical where's waldo of the landscape, appearing here and there.....princess of the scenery.
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