Just a few observations and rants about this crazy planet we all share.
A beautiful photo, I'd have been proud of this myself.
Absolutely lovely and so peaceful.
Wow! A lovely picture mate. How fortunate you had your camera with you. This summer continues to be the best one I have ever known - so why the hell am I off to Turkey next week? Well - the swimming will be nicer.
Your picture is now my computer "background" but please don't hit me with a big copyright bill!
Thanks all. Not bad for a 'box brownie', eh? ;-)YP. Be my guest. I am not one of these uptight prats who bemoan the fact somebody has nicked their photies. Life's for sharing.Now if you have any shots of young, nubile twenty somethings accidently caught in a shower wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt, I would like to study them. Purely for artistic merit of course.P.S. Why are you off to Turkey? You'll catch the dreaded 'Delhi Belly' you know :)
Dear Mr Krippen,I don't have any of the pictures you require but according to a man I met in my local, if you go to Google Image Search and type in "Sex woman shower" you will get back the kind of artistic poses you are after. Be wary though for this may cause, not Delhi Belly but Gillingham Willingham!Mr Pudding
It's a lovely photo and I have to tell you, I've found sunrise (or just before dawn occasionally) to be the most MAGICAL moments on Earth. The silence and then the sounds of bugs and birds and life just waking up, one at a time. I love to get up at "Oh Dark Thirty" and just watch/listen to it.Then all the PEOPLE get up and start making noise and, ah well. Nice while it lasted. Lucky us, it happens anew each morning.Lemmee know if you figure out how to stop the world so we can get off (I am actually old enough m'self to remember that song and have always loved the lyric)-sry
Looks like a beautiful place for your dog to take a dump in - hope you had your poo-bag with you...
Enchanted ForestWithin this forest witches walk,They cheat and steal and lie.Cats are King and frogs can talk,And boys and monkeys fly.Within this green and leafy bowerby chance a prince and maid will meet.He will be looking for a bride,She'll wear glass slippers on her feet.Within this forest a maiden sighsLocked in her ivory tower.A handsome prince comes riding byAnd saves her with love's power.Enchantment whispers on the breeze,Escapes the natural bonds of time;It clings to roots and glistens on leaves,Waking fairy tales and nursery rhymes.Charlene L. Amsden
What sceptred isle? If you mean England, it's not an isle. Sorry, I don't know Krip. Is this somewhere in Wales? Or is it the Schwarzwald? It could be anywhere really, couldn't it? Or is their something sacred in this one?
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