Out and about last weekend and taking out the new lens, here are some pictures taken and a few from the mobile too.
Out and about last weekend and taking out the new lens, here are some pictures taken and a few from the mobile too.
Red deer and fallow,the fallow taste better than the red I have a pic of a deer I took earlier in the year,i will post it up if that's ok steve?
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I will be going back to the park with a tripod or stick next time, the lens is so heavy or I have just not gotten used to it, rutting season is soon, plus I will have two weeks alone soon so it's up at stupid times and late nights out to see what I can find.
I had an idea it was there mate, the mother was barking at me as I worked my way through a patch of rough cover slowly, its liquid eye gave its location away when it blinked, I took a few pics then backed away slowly, that pic was actually taken in London
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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