Evening Clouds at the Beach

Eternity begins and ends with the ocean's tide.
~Unknown~






Wishing you ALL a great Wednesday!
Susanne













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Miniature Sand Dunes

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox~

  

Hi my friends,

The photo above was made two days ago in the evening at the beach, close where I'm living. I've captured the last long sunbeams over the miniature sand dunes. I like this light situations, they are warm and so soft looking. It's the best time of the day for shooting photos, since I can't get up that early in the mornings :))

I hope you enjoy the picture!

Have a wonderful day,

Susanne

 

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Last evening lights

Last evening lights at the beach

Hi my friends,

I'm back to posting again.

I had some troubled days, David were in the 

hospital for 2 days with heart problems - but today he can come back home

YEAH...!! :)

I hope everything will be back to normal again pretty soon.

Stay tuned and see you tomorrow.

Susanne

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Evening lights at the Beach

At Sunset Time

A Down thw west a golden glow
Sinks burning in the sea,
And all the dreams of long ago
Come flooding back to me.
The past has writ a story strange
Upon my aching heart,
But time has wrought a subtle change,
My wounds have ceased ro smart.

No more the quick delight of youth,
No more the sudden pain,
I look no more for trust or truth
Where greed may compass gain.
What, was it I who bared my heart
Through unrelenting years,
And knew the sting of misery's dart,
The tang of sorrow's tears?

'Tis better now, I do not weep,
I do not laugh nor care;
My soul and spirit half asleep
Drift aimless everywhere.
We float upon a sluggish stream,
We ride no rapids mad,
While life is all a tempered dream
And every joy half sad.

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