String of beads - ACW (all comments welcome)
by Yo_Spiff

Comment by stevieian:
The colors and textures appeal to me. I also like your composition. I think you've done the best you can given the subject matter.

String of beads - ACW (all comments welcome)
by Yo_Spiff

Comment by elru21:
I like the balance of the blue and the green. The hard side light really makes the colors pop. The texture of the dirty window is great.

String of beads - ACW (all comments welcome)
by Yo_Spiff

Comment by Jdroullard:
This picture displays that plantlife is not just "mindless" life, but seems to be intelligently seeking out its preferred path.

String of beads - ACW (all comments welcome)
by Yo_Spiff

Comment by ShutterPug:
Very nicely composed with nice complimentary colors

String of beads - ACW (all comments welcome)
by Yo_Spiff

Comment by kvickrey:
i love the composition, color and texture here. nicely done.

Luck or skill?
by Yo_Spiff

Comment by sawan:
BOTH LUCK AND TRICK....

Luck or skill?
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Comment by Jdroullard:
all the elements of a tough guy photo. You got the marlboros, the poker chips and cards, the cowboy hats, and the balloons? :-)

Luck or skill?
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Comment by danielleness:
I really wanted to get a normal poker shot, but wasn't sure if they would kick me out for having a camera. Nice job taking risks to get your picture!

Luck or skill?
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Comment by tanguera:
Great mood here. Too much going on visually to be a clean shot, but good idea.

Good fences make good neighbors
by Yo_Spiff

Comment by Bear_Music:
The Frost quote comes from (as you noted) "Mending Wall", which begins: "Something there is that doesn't love a wall, that sends the frozen ground-swell under it..." and is concerned, in its entirety, with the fieldstone pasture walls of the harsh Northeast. Every winter the cycle of freeze/thaw/freeze/thaw thrusts the ground up and down, breaking down the stone walls and also bringing to the surface in the fields yet more stones that must be added to them. This is why the NE "fields" are so small and so many, actually; the largest practical size for a field was how far a man could walk carrying a fieldstone, because every spring as long as he was working the land he'd have to take these stones and move them onto his walls.

In the poem the narrator and his neighbor stand, each on their own side of the wall, and, working together, replace the broken sections and increase the wall as they move along. That's the "good neighbors" aspect of the poem; that our fences/walls bring us together as much as they keep us apart :-)

Maybe info you already had, or info you don't care to know, but there it is :-)