Snow Monster by LovelyPoetess

Photography • Atmosphere/Mood • posted on Jan 16, 2010

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Description

Can you see him? He's winking....

Comments (11)

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kbrog

3:52PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

He crept on you did he? ;D Fantastic capture!

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tennesseecowgirl

3:59PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

as long as he is not coming to Tennessee any time soon.. :) Nice shot my friend.

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bmac62

4:09PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

Nice monster. Great shapes abound as the snow falls. Nicely done Yvonne. Does he live near Chicago?

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qrud

4:41PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

Lovely shot. Magic of snow.

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LovelyPoetess

5:00PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

Oh he's a boonies snow monster, lives in a woods about 30 miles south of Chicago.

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tstray1

5:57PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

Great imagination, and lovely shot!!! Could it have been a snow ghost? Midwest has its share of odd natural beasties. :)

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Blush

7:52PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

What a great capture Must be early morning there No paw prints anywhere as of yet Hugs Susan~

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watapki66

8:49PM | Sat, 16 January 2010

Great shot!

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nikolais

7:18AM | Sun, 17 January 2010

wonderful shot!

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MagikUnicorn

2:30PM | Mon, 18 January 2010

W O N D E R F U L :) Ah! comme la neige a neigé! Ma vitre est un jardin de givre. Ah! comme la neige a neigé! Qu'est-ce que le spasme de vivre Ô la douleur que j'ai, que j'ai! Tous les étangs gisent gelés, Mon âme est noire: Où vis-je? où vais-je? Tous ses espoirs gisent gelés: Je suis la nouvelle Norvège D'où les blonds ciels s'en sont allés. Pleurez, oiseaux de février, Au sinistre frisson des choses, Pleurez, oiseaux de février, Pleurez mes pleurs, pleurez mes roses, Aux branches du genévrier. Ah! comme la neige a neigé! Ma vitre est un jardin de givre. Ah! comme la neige a neigé! Qu'est-ce que le spasme de vivre A tout l'ennui que j'ai, que j'ai!...

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