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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

-excerpt from Ring Out Wild Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

We can think of nothing more true than the infinite possibility of a brand new year. Today, as we ring out 2010, share with us shots of your own wild sky. It is often said ‘the sky is the limit’ after all and we love the sound of that.

Comments

  17. Love the treatment of this photo!

    Driving on a 28 mile dirt road last fall near Red Lake Wildlife refuge to take photos of Trumpeter Swans (who had not yet arrived) and stopped to take photos of a storm moving overhead, in contrast to the sunlit gold prairie grasses, and a lone mailbox. Solitude and drama.

    Happy New Year's!!!

  31. Have you ever gone outside and said, "It smells like it's going to rain"? Am I the only one who does that? I don't know exactly what the smell is, it's just a smell. I've read that the nose can detect hundreds of different scents, and that they conjure up memories more powerfully than any of the other senses. I believe it. Every time I smell sawdust I am taken back to my dad's workshop where I would play with his pieces of scrap wood and tiny brad nails, "building" my own masterpiece (a misshapen box, a sign with my name carved in it, etc.)

    Anyway, sky… with rain.
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/texanmama/4391114214/
    (taken with my point-n-shoot. Nothing spectacular…)