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The sun is up but it sure isn't out. We are down by the railway line here.

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  1. diane bAugust 9, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    Wow! Look at the birdies too. Deciduous trees are so artistic. Drained of colour too. Just beautiful. (Any objections in turning off your word verification. It makes commenting so much easier.)

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  2. Joan ElizabethAugust 9, 2011 at 11:01 PM

    Dianne, I did turn it off for a while recently and was inundated by spam comments only half of which were being picked up by bloggers spam detector so I had to put it back on.

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  3. freefallingAugust 10, 2011 at 4:53 PM

    Gorgeous shot.

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  4. SusanAugust 10, 2011 at 6:07 PM

    Wow, I love the drama of this shot. Beautiful.

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  5. WinamAugust 12, 2011 at 9:58 AM

    Just wonderful. The mist, tree, birds, light... you can only get that in mid-winter (and in the country).

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