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It might look like the moon, but it's actually the sun through the clouds on a cold Winter as the fog is coming in. This is shot at about 10:30 in the morning
Good Morning from Scotland
Lochnagar Sunrise by Jim Frost Via Flickr: Sunrise on Lochnagar. The Cairngorms,.
Away ye grey landscapes, ye gardens o' roses In you let the minions of luxury rove And restore me the rocks where the snowflake reposes If still they are sacred to freedom and love Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains Round their white summits though elements war Though cataracts roar 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid On chieftains departed my memory lingered As daily I strayed through the pine-covered glade I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays o' the bright polar star My fancy was cheered by the bold martial story As told by the sons o' dark Lochnagar
Years have rolled on, Lochnagar, since I left you Years must roll on ere I see you again Though Nature of verdure and flowers bereft you Yet still art thou dearer than Albion's plain England! thy beauties are tame and domestic To one who has roved on the mountains afar Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic The steep frowning glories o' wild Lochnagar
Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar
Ill-starred now the brave, did no vision foreboding Tell you that fate had forsaken our cause? Yet were you destined to die at Culloden Though victory crowned not your fall with applause Yet were you happy in death's earthly slumber To sleep wi' your clan in the caves of Braemar The pibroch resounds to the piper's loud number Your deeds to the echoes of wild Lochnagar
Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar
Welcome to the Snakepit
Philadelphia _ winter 2019
20150813_111 Shimogamo Jinja-Shrine, Kyoto, JP | 京都・下賀茂神社 by peter-rabbit Via Flickr: Nikon D810 DC-Nikkor 135mm f/2D
Skytree by Hajime Nagahata
根津の赤ちょうちん by Hidehiko Sakashita Via Flickr: 写真展四日目が終わりました。今日は午後から在廊していましたが、本当に沢山の方にご来廊いただきました。ありがとうございました。週末はより多くの皆様に足を運んでいただければと思っています。よろしくお願いいたします。 お待ちしています。