Just as well. I used to be called a long-haired hippy, pinko fag when I was younger. I don’t think the kids who called me that knew what pinko stood for. They probably heard their parents using it when they were talking about those dirty hippies.
I looked like a concentration camp hippo when I was a kid. I was so tall and skinny the other kids called me Stick Price.
LOl! It sounds like the name of an old blues musician.
All the Texas Cranes must be holing up over there as we had a horrible time trying to find some for this year’s check – will have to wait until warmer weather and wait for them to come back to IL.
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All gorgeous and Holly’s tree is always a show stopper! 💕
Here, here!
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Great golden dusk and crane images Tim.
Thanks, Brad.
So many pretty pictures!!
The cranes made ne laugh cause the front one makes me feel like there’s an invisible trampoline!
The cranes are a hoot. Even though the cackle. Thanks, Leenda.
All these cranes – amazing!
Thanks, Heidi.
Oh, these colours. Wow.
Thanks, Shey.
Amazing colours
Thanks, Robbie.
Wow, what shots, Tim!
Thanks, Inchy.
Carer Chloe loved them when she saw them this morning.
I’m happy she liked them.
She was impressed indeed. Cheers.
These are stunning!! I love the cinematic feel of the last one.
Thanks, Liz.
You’re welcome, Tim.
Your photos have a touch of magic, Tim. So beautiful
Thanks, Dale.
Beautiful skies, and of course, I love seeing cranes.
Thanks, Ingrid.
Beautiful skies, love those funky cranes!
Thanks, Tiffany.
Awesome skies and cranes.
Thanks, Nancy.
Ah!…. From Orange to purple and wonderful hues and happy cranes in between…
The cranes are happy. Thanks, Marina.
Thanks, Marina.
With all that pink (1st post I read tonight as well), I’m surprised your cranes dont turn into pink flamingoes! xxx
(I hope this posts)
You would think the cranes would turn pink, but they stay the same old gray. Thanks, Resa.
…maybe they’re a pinkish grey?
Or a grayish pink. Or mabe they are pinkos.
LOLOL! I’m a pinko, or so I was told many times when I lived in Miami for a year.
I can imagine you would be in Miami.
I didn’t even know what it meant for quite awhile. I actually thought it was compliment… pink being such an appealing colour and all.
Just as well. I used to be called a long-haired hippy, pinko fag when I was younger. I don’t think the kids who called me that knew what pinko stood for. They probably heard their parents using it when they were talking about those dirty hippies.
Lol… hippy, pinko fag sounds like something to do with hippopotamuses.
I looked like a concentration camp hippo when I was a kid. I was so tall and skinny the other kids called me Stick Price.
LOl! It sounds like the name of an old blues musician.
All the Texas Cranes must be holing up over there as we had a horrible time trying to find some for this year’s check – will have to wait until warmer weather and wait for them to come back to IL.
There are plenty of cranes here. Just take a screen shot. Thanks, Brian.
Those are beautiful compositions, Tim, and I love the transitional colors of dawn to dusk. Peaceful and pleasing to the eye.
Thanks, Lavinia.
Gorgeous …
Thanks, Julie.