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date: Thu, 5 Nov 2009 10:42:04 +0100,
group: uk.local.cumbria
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winter poem
Blowing in from the east, a blanket of fresh white snow.
While down the hill, on sliding sleighs, are children, hearts' aglow
Birds are feasting on the perch, Sunflower seeds, the best
And the trees and flowers have gone to sleep, prepared for a good long rest.
Edith in Norway
Hello Tony. Your pictures seem different lately. Have you changed something or is it the clear winter colours of Cumbria showing
through? Even the stones have wonderful colours. When I enlarge your photos, they stay sharp. It's wonderful. Keep well. Edith.
date: Thu, 5 Nov 2009 10:42:04 +0100
author: The Traveller
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Re: winter poem
> Blowing in from the east, a blanket of fresh white snow. While down the
> hill, on sliding sleighs, are children, hearts' aglow Birds are feasting
> on the perch, Sunflower seeds, the best And the trees and flowers have
> gone to sleep, prepared for a good long rest.
>
> Edith in Norway
>
> Hello Tony. Your pictures seem different lately. Have you changed
> something or is it the clear winter colours of Cumbria showing through?
> Even the stones have wonderful colours. When I enlarge your photos, they
> stay sharp. It's wonderful. Keep well. Edith.
I had noticed that too. Started a few weeks ago. My guess is he's started
using a photo enhancement program. His photos now look like mine after I
hit 'Are you feeling lucky?' in Picassa.
Johnny-let-me-know-if-he-responds-to-you
date: Thu, 5 Nov 2009 16:14:41 +0000 (UTC)
author: johnny
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