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A picture I recently took in Braives (Belgium)
at the end of the afternoon... Happy New Year.
Don't forget to dream a lot, it's the most important!

Detail:
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We Live and Die Together
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(See it on Flickr)

A photo I took in Braives (Belgium) a few days ago
at the end of the afternoon. It was snowing a lot!

Caught in the Blizzard

(See it on Flickr)

A photo I took in Braives (Belgium) a few
days ago at the end of the afternoon.

Bright Day

(See it on Flickr)

A photo I took in Braives (Belgium) a few
days ago at the end of the afternoon.

Hibernation
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(See it on Flickr)

A photo I took in Braives (Belgium) a few
days ago at the end of the afternoon.

Frozen Path
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(See it on Flickr)

A photo I took in Braives (Belgium) a few
days ago at the end of the afternoon.

Winter Shooting

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Crisp
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A leaf stuck at the surface of a partially frozen lake.

I took this picture a few days ago in Brussels...

Detail "Crisp":
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It is Freezing

It was a very cold day in Belgium. I found this precious duo
in a park in Brussels. These birds were amazingly colorful
and beautiful. It made a perfect contrast with the pale frozen
lake. The bird on the right is a Mandarin Duck. According to
an old woman who goes to the lake every day, the 2 animals
became friends and stay together all the time. Lovely couple!

Detail "It is Freezing":
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Cryogenized

Another leaf stuck at the surface of a frozen lake.

Fresh Jupiler!

Most popular beer here in Belgium :)
Yes, it's already snowing...
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(The above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10)

Me in the snow during the shooting (photo by Mattbed):

I Believe in God

Nowhere to be Found

Newton's Apple Tree
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The Wind is Blowing
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Dancer of the Sky

By Peter S. Quinn

Dancer of the sky
Dance in clouds faraway
Every reach and try
Drifts and cannot stay
White hazy a yonder
Too far into the blue
Makes a gesture and ponder
As it goes on through

Happy moods going
Wind wind in its blow
Azure sky glowing
Blue and white as snow
Dancer dance your song
Into a distance dream
So I may still long
With sun evening gleam

Dancers of the sky
Run on the silky ways
For the gazing eye
In their heavenly plays
While these moments last
World’s beautiful vision
For a hope to recast
In our own precision
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You Are Sunshine,
You Are Rain
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All Her Days

By Peter S. Quinn

All her days are softly going by
With some dreams to be forgotten
Like clouds that are always in the sky
Only to drift away and be forgotten

Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain

Life is sometimes a dream rising high
With every opportunity coming to be
Or some loneliness that cannot die
Only to become an inside part you and me

Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain

There are dreams that cannot be hidden away
In the mirrors of glasses that make a day

Every love song
is rising in high
With the times
that come with new spring
And its hopes
with the dreams still lie
Bringing worth
to recollections of old gone thing

Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
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Walk With the Light
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Take Me
As I Am

By Peter S. Quinn

Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere

Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight

Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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Blossom Tree
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By Peter S. Quinn

The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest

And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn

Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign

Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree

Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt

The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
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Spirit of the Earth

The Earth is Yellow

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The earth is yellow,
Under the winter's aglow;
Spring will come and grow,
A seed from under the snow.
Sleepy old forest,
With branches so barren;
Now you must adjust,
For the new and the foreign.

The earth is quite old,
Where shadows shall dissolve;
For winter can not hold,
What must revive and evolve.
The mountains become blue,
From distance faraway;
And everything come through,
With midnight sun and day.

The earth is my mother,
And with here I shall be;
Like each my sister - brother,
For all the rest of eternity.
Catch as catch you can,
The gold of green and new;
Now returns summer's van,
For youthful thoughts and hue.

The Prison of
Loneliness
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In A House of the
Lonesome Night

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Down the streets where I'm from
A song comes easily to play
On the piano chords I strum
But nothing for long will stay
The days are like a river
In their calling and longing's fire
The voices of the wind shiver
While whispering to me its desire

In a house of the lonesome night
Love songs of my dreams away
Come in their fancy and flight
Each of their shading and lay
A love is man's truest giver
Of anything that comes and goes
And the poet their passions deliver
To give words that the wind blows

Down the streets there are no names
Only leaves that are dancing on
In flickering shadows and flames
Till the hours of longing is gone
Every day has its own true meaning
With life that clashes and unfolds
In ways of disclosure and gleaning
Every aspect of its living remolds