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NN
{K:26787} 3/30/2006
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Love this thick layer of whipped cream; gorgeous shot!
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Gorilla K
{K:17526} 3/30/2006
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ach ist das schön...diese winterstimmung hast du wunderbar eingefangen...einfach traumhaft!!!
gruß,
Winfried
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Alicia Popp
{K:87532} 3/30/2006
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Son muchos tus paisajes nevados ... y con cada uno sorprendes agradablemente los sentidos... una y otra vez quedo mirándolos... bellos, bellas composiciones, estupendas texturas y colores, magnífica luz. Felicitaciones Markus...un excelente trabajo sin dudas!
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drilan P drilan
{K:12030} 3/29/2006
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On your photo too, my dear Markus springtime seems far for a neophyte, but you and me we knows, at sight of nose (forget the pun) that this is a springlike snow which smells thaw, that the light is different too; we are used with that. We are experts in snowing affair.
Seriously it is a beautiful composition and I have just spoken about it, good! to answer you yes the spring is there which makes inflate the udders, those of the cows which should be milked, to smell the fatty ground and to run water in the drains, but it remains snow for at least two if not three weeks.
In Montreal, they do not have any any more, the poor.
Forget the song it is a very difficult language with words in argot.
I read English in the text and I have just carried out the difficulty of someone which calls upon the translator and though I do not write fluently nor does not speak this foreign language, I will have to make my possible to make shorter comments like; good shot, great, magical (I like that one), stunning and others agreeable synonyms.
Take some pleasure during your deficiency disease,
:) drilan
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drilan P drilan
{K:12030} 3/29/2006
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For the moment it is not terrible, you would not have a great success at the University with this lecture :)
Take care and portez-vous bien
drilan
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Markus Scholz
{K:23722} 3/29/2006
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Merci, merci, merci... Thats all I can say at the moment. I'm lying in the bed - together with ma blonde - with an awful diarreah and sickness. For the translation of the song I have to have my health back;) Have a look:
There too my dear Markus spring seems far for a neophyte, but let us know you and me well, at sight of nez_ge (at sight of nose... at sight of snow ha!ha!) that this snow is spring and that it feels the cast iron, that the light is different that in winter; we are scientists. Seriously it is a beautiful composition and I have just spoken about it, good! to answer you yes the spring is there which makes inflate the udders, to feel the fatty ground and to run water in the drains, but it remains here of snow for at least two if not three weeks. One still skis. In Montreal have there more, the poor. Words and music: Ricet Barrier and Bernard Lelou. 1967 Isabelle upright v' there spring Eh Ben go ahead oh it you feignante ' ieu Bon God v' the spring which pleasing Va to be necessary oneself to turn over to the Labourer fields, to weed there all the week Bon god spring it is tiring Fini making the court at fumelles the evenings of winter with taken care When spring comes car the rack All the world to the fields until laying down Oh come Isabelle is necessary that I bottle pincers the ch' valley bring then the anvil Eh Ben va' y oh it you feignante ' ieu Euh spring one says that that feels the pink the lilac and then the jasmine For me spring that feels autr' thing the udders They is those of the cows which should be drawn Ouais ' iens Isabelle hold good the bull I bring Blanchette Eh Ben va' y oh it you name of god of feignante To spring one says that the gamines They put on clear dresses at pompoms I see it Isabelle in muslin cleaning trough Fini the pig making the court at fumelles the evenings of winter with taken care It does not have there more males does not have there more the fumelles ones When the charençon it is put in the Oh corn there ' ieu it is Ben the Isabelle catastrophe pushes a little the tractor I am embourbé eh Ben goes there the dishonest persons One will make the court with the fumelles ones Since the Jean Saint returned Viens t'en by there my Isabelle One goes rattrapper time lost Eh Ben va' y oh it you feignante then ieu Salut, drilan
A weak hello, Markus
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Susie OConnor
{K:34798} 3/29/2006
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Does this mean spring is coming to Austria? Woo-hoo! You certainly get your fair share! A nice shot Marcus with good composition and nice exposure on the snow.
Susie
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drilan P drilan
{K:12030} 3/29/2006
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Là aussi mon cher Markus le printemps semble loin pour un néophyte, mais vous et moi savons bien, à vue de nez_ge (à vue de nez... à vue de neige ha!ha!) que cette neige est printanière et qu'elle sent la fonte, que la lumière est différente qu'en hiver; nous sommes des savants.
Sérieusement c'est une belle composition et je viens d'en parler, bon! pour vous répondre oui le printemps est là qui fait gonfler les mamelles, sentir la terre grasse et couler l'eau dans les rigoles, mais il reste ici de la neige pour au moins deux sinon trois semaines. On fait encore du ski. A Montréal y en ont plus, les pauvres.
Paroles et musique : Ricet Barrier et Bernard Lelou.
1967
Isabelle debout v'là l'printemps
Eh ben vas-y oh c'te feignante 'ieu
Bon Dieu v'là l'printemps qui s'amène
Va falloir retourner aux champs
Labourer, sarcler toute la semaine
Bon dieu l'printemps c'est fatiguant
Fini d'faire la cour aux fumelles
Les soirs d'hiver à la veillée
Quand l'printemps vient tire la ridelle
Tout l'monde aux champs jusqu'au coucher
Oh viens Isabelle faut que j'ferre le ch'val amène l'enclume
Eh Ben va'y oh c'te feignante alors 'ieu
Euh l'printemps on dit qu'ça sent la rose
Le lilas et puis le jasmin
Pour moi l'printemps ça sent autr'chose
Puisqu'on cure la tonne à purin
Fini d'faire la cour aux fumelles
Les soirs d'hiver à la veillée
Ah l'printemps fait gonfler les mamelles
C'est celles des vaches qu'il faut tirer
Ouais 'iens Isabelle tiens bon l'taureau j'amène Blanchette
Eh ben va'y oh c'te nom de dieu d'feignante
Au printemps on dit qu'les gamines
Elles s'mettent des robes claires à pompons
J'la vois Isabelle en mousseline
En train d'curer l'auge à cochons
Fini d'faire la cour aux fumelles
Les soirs d'hiver à la veillée
Il n'y a plus d'mâles n'y a plus d'fumelles
Quand l'charençon il s'met dans l'blé
Oh là 'ieu c'est ben la catastrophe Isabelle pousse un peu l'tracteur
J'suis embourbé eh ben va-y oïe oïe
Le blé jaunit l'printemps s'termine
Arrive le repos d'la Saint Jean
Les gars vont courir les gamines
Ils vont s'faire des choses les malhonnêtes
On va faire la cour aux fumelles
Puisque la Saint Jean est revenue
Viens t'en par là mon Isabelle
On va rattrapper l'temps perdu
Eh ben va'y oh c'te feignante alors ieu
Salut, drilan
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vanessa shakesheff
{K:68840} 3/28/2006
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Wow how deep is that snow ..like how the strem creeps its way through the woods..nessa
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Petal Wijnen
{K:50989} 3/28/2006
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WOW Slagsahne Schnee!!! Wonderful winter scene!! Great how you've managed to keep texture in the snow while the sun was shining!! Good composition with that meandering stream zigzagging through the shot and just look at the depth of that snow... don't think it was ever that high over here... well captured Markus!!
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Dave Stacey
{K:150877} 3/28/2006
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Very nicely composed shot, Markus! Still lots of snow there! Good exposure, too.
Dave.
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Galal El Missary
{K:84569} 3/28/2006
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Beautiful composition Markus , nice tones & angle , Best regards .
Galal
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