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Water Rising

Lake Windemere
Over the past couple of years I've been watching this scene change from dried out puddles to a lovely lake.  Check out how it looked from this spot 18 months ago.  Its water storage is now around 50%

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  1. An excellent photo! This much depth and nice composition.

    And now I am wondering why I read "Lady Windemere" at first glance ... who is Lady Windemere ... Lord Windemere ... have to google ...

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  2. It's really filled up, hasn't it. And to think that's it's only 50% full. At a 100% those trees in the middle of the shot would be underwater.

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  3. Martina, your memory is serving you well "Lady Windermere's Fan" a play written by Oscar Wilde.

    Winam, perhaps it has never been full but it has certainly been higher ... the rim where it has been previously can be seen all around the edge. Quite a lot of the trees seem to be drowned again already.

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