Summerday by aksirp

Photography • Landscape • posted on Nov 23, 2009

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enjoy a past summerday...

Comments (17)

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tennesseecowgirl

10:15AM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Oh that is pretty. I love wild flowers.

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rbowen

10:22AM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Very nice!

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rocserum

10:42AM | Mon, 23 November 2009

thats what red does, in the midle of green, stand! great shot! RS

MrsLubner

12:05PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Fantastic dotting of poppies in the green grass - gives this a whimsical feel. Stunning view.

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mmax.ch

12:27PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Noch ein Monat dasnn werden die Tage wieder länger.

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durleybeachbum

12:39PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Wonderful but only a memory now, alas!

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rockstrider

12:57PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Beautiful background scenery with wonderful foreground interest! I love the poppies dotted around in the long green grass - lovely capture!

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Meisiekind

2:05PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Wonderful image! Love the pops of red! :)

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Doriutz

2:37PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Superb :)

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awjay

2:54PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

oh for some warm sunshine

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Hubba1

4:33PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Oh this is beautiful :) A very cool shot!!!

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qrud

4:43PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Superb view

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auntietk

10:57PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

What a glorious view! Beautiful photography.

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psyoshida

11:26PM | Mon, 23 November 2009

Thanks, that is just beautiful!

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blinkings

12:49AM | Tue, 24 November 2009

Wonderful photo. In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915 In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

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