My husband, Richard, and I are shutterbugs. We rarely take pictures of
each other. However, we love to capture the world around us and travel
across the country looking for new things. Enjoy!
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Hope and Love Spring Eternal At least that is what a bleeding heart reminds me of in April. |
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Snappped in my rear garden in 2003 |
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Emerson, my wise and wonderful kitty. |
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Do you know how impossible it is to take a picture of a black cat? His nickname is smudge. |
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Betty- she will never allow you to ignore her. She greatly enjoys food and laps. |
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The photographic kitty :-) |
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Jordon Pond in Bar Harbor. A single chair with a single occupant. It is calming and yet very lonely. |
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Atlanta Botanical Gardens March 2004 |
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The apple trees were the only things blooming. We went south for the warmth! |
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Need a tire? |
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Walking on pit lane during a racing event will show you many things. Including the never ending pile of rubber! |
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Matt Kenseth #17 DeWalt Rousch Ford |
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He was an understated champion. But, it made a great picture! |
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Bushkill Falls, PA |
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A lovely walk can be had here. It reminded me of a lost valley deep in the forest. How thoughtful of the management to build all the bridges and walkways. |
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Mountain Laurel on Camelback Mountain |
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In the Pocono Mountains, Mountain Laurel is abundant. In late June, the slopes are polka dotted in pale pink amongst the deep green of the foliage. |
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The Delaware River |
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Near the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area. With effort, bucolic settings can be found. Even if it is across the river from New Jersey ;-) |
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A Walk in the Woods |
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The beauty of a New England autumn is best appreciated up close and personal. |
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Milkweed |
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In its fall splendour. Like a field of tall dandelions, the seeds drifted over the meadow in a flurry of soft snow. |
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It's the smell of damp leaves. |
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The sharp contrast of the dulled autumnal rainbow against the October sky... |
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and the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet. |
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Sunshine glows above your head through a canopy the rustles like stiff silk. |
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And reflections stop. It's a moment stolen out of your life. |
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Down the road...alone. Yet, you are surrounded by the teeming masses of the world. |
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