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Green fields again


Soon we were gliding through the green fields again. As the day began to dim a storm began to brew. It was going to be much cooler by the time we got home.

The reflections in the glass were a real pest for photography, hence the lack of shots from on the train despite lots of lovely scenery.

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  1. Ah but I like this reflection because it adds to the complexity of the cloud layer and reinforces that you are actually in a train carriage.

    I love the horizontal layering in this photo including the shadow, the storm clouds AND the reflection.

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  2. I agree the reflection in this one works ... thus making it into the series ... but seats, oneself etc obliterating the view are quite another matter.

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  3. It absolutely works, JE. I take tons of photos and only get one or two that are worth anything but I can understand your frustration. At first I thought this was a painting.

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  4. I am with the other two - it really works and gives everything a deeper and more surreal layer. I am trying to spot you in the reflection ;-)
    I like the colouring very much.

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  5. Here the glass has added to the shot. It makes it look like a painting.

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  6. stunning area to take pictures...what a mood this one creates

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