Please submit to the correct folder.
Submission limit is 7 per day.
This will change...eventually.
Please do the following before submitting:
Make sure that your photo is properly rotated so that we don't have any "sideways" trees.
Make sure that a tree is the star of your photo.
Do not submit photos (one after the other) that look almost exactly alike in all but color.
Contest Rules (in general)
1) Submit entries to the folder with the corresponding Month and Year for the contest.
2) Entries can include those already submitted to the group.
3) Submission limit will be indicated in the contest's journal.
4) There is typically a deadline for aforementioned submissions, in which case, the contest folder will be closed.
Voting Procedure (in general)
1) To be VOTED FOR, you have to VOTE via NOTE to the group. Others who would like to vote as well are definitely welcome. IOW, if you submit something, you HAVE to vote, or else all votes for YOUR piece will be considered nonexistent.
2) In the note, provide the links to the three photos that you like the best!! (in order)
3) Admin votes count for DOUBLE that of normal members.
Two TreesThere was a tree.
A tree without leaves, not dead, but with many needles.
Not for pricking but to protect itself against acid rain and scorching sun.
A tall tree which radiated an imperturbable calm in summer and winter.
Deeply rooted in the earth and high risen to the sky.
There was another tree.
Completely different. Even the bark indeed playfully spotted black and white.
And it wore leaves that played constantly moving with the sunrays.
As soon as the short summer was over, the leaves turned yellow and brown.
Even before the first frost, they sailed away, as there had never been a green time.
Before the memory of summer faded in the mist of yesterday, the first buds sprouted again.
Tender green leaves made their way out of them.
One day the sky darkened and there was a heavy storm.
With a load roar, it swept through the forest, uprooted shrubs and trees.
After days of fury it disappeared as sudden as if it had been only a mirage.
Completely ruined it left the forest.
Barely a tree t
In the shadow of old birch treeHe walked down the street silent as the dream. Eventually he reached park full of old trees. Lights made streets bright and prevent inhabitants from seeing stars. People were not interested in starts or skies above, but in their own, boring everyday life. Unfortunately, no one noticed tall man in a long, dark jacket.
Children are afraid of the dark no without the reason, but when grow up they learned to call instincts “primitive fears from the barbarian period” as modern psychology tended to say. They are turning off voices telling them to avoid dark and unknown. How anyone can be afraid of the dark if we have nuclear weapon and mathematic formulas to reduce the variability?
Man in the dark coat by now way fitted to great city concentrated of boring, everyday life. He came from places none of mannish languages or psychics by Newton were able to describe. He visited words full of shapes and forms unknown to humans, as skies full of singing stars and speaking clouds. H
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