The Words of the Photographs

"No Man's Land"
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iPhone 4s: ProCamera +HDR
iPad 3: Trigraphy (Iott), Mextures, Lens Distortions

"The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now."

From the song "No Man's Land" (1976)
Also known as "The Green Fields of France" or "Willie McBride".
Eric Bogle. Scottish Autralian folksinger-songwriter.
 
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Glenton said:
"No Man's Land"
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iPhone 4s: ProCamera +HDR
iPad 3: Trigraphy (Iott), Mextures, Lens Distortions

"The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now."

From the song "No Man's Land" (1976)
Also known as "The Green Fields of France" or "Willie McBride".
Eric Bogle. Scottish Autralian folksinger-songwriter.
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Wow Rodolfo, the image is sooooooo gorgeous - like a fantastic oil painting - and I love the poem. Beautiful combination.
 
Glenton said:
"No Man's Land"
View attachment 77638
iPhone 4s: ProCamera +HDR
iPad 3: Trigraphy (Iott), Mextures, Lens Distortions

"The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now."

From the song "No Man's Land" (1976)
Also known as "The Green Fields of France" or "Willie McBride".
Eric Bogle. Scottish Autralian folksinger-songwriter.
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Such a beautiful image, Rodolfo! The colors remind me of a Monet painting. I love the peaceful image and the stark contrast of the words.
 
Glenton said:
"No Man's Land"
View attachment 77638
iPhone 4s: ProCamera +HDR
iPad 3: Trigraphy (Iott), Mextures, Lens Distortions

"The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now."

From the song "No Man's Land" (1976)
Also known as "The Green Fields of France" or "Willie McBride".
Eric Bogle. Scottish Autralian folksinger-songwriter.
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Lovely image-to-words piece, Rodolfo! But, but. . . Where's the red poppies?? :D (I have some spare if you need some - see the Wrecking Thread). :mobibabe:
 
zenjenny said:
Lovely image-to-words piece, Rodolfo! But, but. . . Where's the red poppies?? :D (I have some spare if you need some - see the Wrecking Thread). :mobibabe:
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Hola Jen. Gracias por tu comentario.
The red poppies have flow away taking advantage of the strong winds of May. I heard them say they were going to Australia. :feet:;):cool:
 
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Glenton said:
"No Man's Land"
View attachment 77638
iPhone 4s: ProCamera +HDR
iPad 3: Trigraphy (Iott), Mextures, Lens Distortions

"The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now."

From the song "No Man's Land" (1976)
Also known as "The Green Fields of France" or "Willie McBride".
Eric Bogle. Scottish Autralian folksinger-songwriter.
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This image is stunning... [emoji173]️[emoji173]️[emoji173]️ A perfect marriage of image and words.
 
Glenton said:
"No Man's Land"
View attachment 77638
iPhone 4s: ProCamera +HDR
iPad 3: Trigraphy (Iott), Mextures, Lens Distortions

"The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now."

From the song "No Man's Land" (1976)
Also known as "The Green Fields of France" or "Willie McBride".
Eric Bogle. Scottish Autralian folksinger-songwriter.
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I'm going to France with my cousin Peter Tree later this year to visit the corner of some foreign field that is fertilised with the blood and bone of men like my Great Uncle John Tree. He was with the 26th Batallion from Enogerra Barracks in Brisbane. They were sent to Egypt and then the Somme where on Nov 5 1916 he was blown to bits by shrapnel and

high powered explosive. Peter served in the same regiment in his youth. He's now a judge.
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this is Great uncle John
 
Jasongag said:
I'm going to France with my cousin Peter Tree later this year to visit the corner of some foreign field that is fertilised with the blood and bone of men like my Great Uncle John Tree. He was with the 26th Batallion from Enogerra Barracks in Brisbane. They were sent to Egypt and then the Somme where on Nov 5 1916 he was blown to bits by shrapnel and

high powered explosive. Peter served in the same regiment in his youth. He's now a judge. View attachment 77812this is Great uncle John
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He's so young.... :(
 
21 I think when he died. Another Uncle John was a tail gunner in a Lancaster which was not the place to be in ww2. He didn't make it back from a mission over Germany. On the other hand my Uncle Vernon went to England and joined the RAF as a Lancaster captain. His second training flight he lost all engines and had to crash land with a full payload of bombs (not armed but still). He then proceeded to fly hundreds of missions over Germany and elsewhere with nary a scratch. Because he flew with Britain's Air Force he was not allowed take part in the Anzac Day March for veterans which he was hurt and bitter about for years. Ridiculous bureaucracy. He's on his last legs now. Never talked about the war until in his final few years. I guess he dropped payloads that killed a lot of Germans, although it's not quite the same as having to bayonette someone in a muddy trench. He said they went to great lengths to do only bomb military targets but there must have been collateral damage and mistakes made. Hell of a thing to carry through the rest of your life even if you were on the side, I think most would agree, of good
 
Jasongag said:
I'm going to France with my cousin Peter Tree later this year to visit the corner of some foreign field that is fertilised with the blood and bone of men like my Great Uncle John Tree. He was with the 26th Batallion from Enogerra Barracks in Brisbane. They were sent to Egypt and then the Somme where on Nov 5 1916 he was blown to bits by shrapnel and

high powered explosive. Peter served in the same regiment in his youth. He's now a judge. View attachment 77812this is Great uncle John
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Whereabouts in France will you visit Jason? It will be quite emotional I should think.
 
"Because the Night"
To Jen zenjenny
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iPhone SE: ProCamera, VSCO, Formulas, Snapseed

"Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us"

From the song: "Because the Night"
Patti Smith, 1978
 
Glenton said:
"Because the Night"
To Jen zenjenny
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iPhone SE: ProCamera, VSCO, Formulas, Snapseed

"Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us"

From the song: "Because the Night"
Patti Smith, 1978
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That's beautiful, Rodolfo - thank you so much for indulging me :notworthy: :inlove: :)

(Would you like me to do one for you?)
 
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The Garden Seat by Thomas Hardy

Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down unaware.

At night when reddest flowers are black
Those who once sat thereon come back;
Quite a row of them sitting there,
Quite a row of them sitting there.

With them the seat does not break down,
Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown,
For they are as light as upper air,
They are as light as upper air!
 
JillyG said:
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The Garden Seat by Thomas Hardy

Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down unaware.

At night when reddest flowers are black
Those who once sat thereon come back;
Quite a row of them sitting there,
Quite a row of them sitting there.

With them the seat does not break down,
Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown,
For they are as light as upper air,
They are as light as upper air!
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Lovely mono image and words!
 
JillyG said:
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The Garden Seat by Thomas Hardy

Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down unaware.

At night when reddest flowers are black
Those who once sat thereon come back;
Quite a row of them sitting there,
Quite a row of them sitting there.

With them the seat does not break down,
Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown,
For they are as light as upper air,
They are as light as upper air!
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