Subject: Visual Haiku
Time: 11:11:59 AM CDT
Author: imageezer58
Visual Haiku : Comment from: imageezer58
"What a shame I could not execute my idea.
I wanted it to go like this.
(bloom floats in my pond)picture#1
(butterfly on my bamboo)picture#2
(squirrel on my fence)picture#3
If anyone could help me do this,please let me know.
There is no fine quality to these images,
but I would have liked to share it the way I intended."
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Subject: Visual Haiku
Time: 10:56:00 AM CDT
Author: imageezer58

Bloom floats in my pond
Butterfly on my bamboo
Squirrel on my fence...............
inspired by my morning walk in the yard 8/10/07.
I saw all these things this morning.
But I only captured the butterfly today,with cell phone,darn!
Squirrel and lily pad bloom,were taken at other times.
It was to hot and humid to bring out my camera this morning.
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Subject: my squirrel friend
Time: 1:13:59 PM CDT
Author: imageezer58
I've been talking to him a lot,trying to gain his confidence.I kept seeing footprints and evidence of pilfering in my shed.I was afraid I had a rat!My daughter left some Easter chocolate footballs on the table and the next day I found the wrappers neatly peeled on this can.Oh boy,if I could have caught him unwrapping those, I could have had the ten-thousand dollar video!I leave my door open all day,and I caught him sneaking in!What a treat,glad it wasn't a rat,I started leaving peanuts outside with my birdseed and inside my shed too.I was reading my paper,looked up and there he was,eating.Carefully I set up my toy camera and waited as he came and went.Every time he came in I used continuous shooting mode to catch as much of my little friend as I could.
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