tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149607852009-03-01T07:40:45.958-08:00Image ZonePORTRAIT || LANDSCAPE || NIGHT SCENE || FAST ACTION || MACROLynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1137187219051530672006-01-13T13:16:00.000-08:002006-01-13T13:20:19.053-08:00Squaw<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/squaw1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/squaw1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>For our first trip to Lake Tahoe this winter, we went to Squaw Valley. This is a view of the main mountain and the village at the base. We stayed at the very tony Squaw Creek Resort which had excellent views. The morning was overcast and sort of blue-ish with fog. Christmas decorations were still up and cheery.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-113718721905153067?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1137186989752645782006-01-13T13:10:00.000-08:002006-01-13T13:16:29.766-08:00Tasha<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/tasha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/tasha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Tasha is 17 human years old. I remember very well the day we adopted her from the pound. We "reserved" her the week before and she was a pudgy fluffy thing. We went on vacation and came back to pick her up. The director at the pound was angry at us because we weren't supposed to "reserve" any dogs (even though they let us do it!) and then she handed us Tasha. My brother and I looked at each other - this wasn't the same dog! But because we were given such a hard time about the adoption, we didn't say anything. We got into the car and started laughing. Tasha has been with us ever since. Poor old girl. I don't think she'll live past this winter but she has been a trooper.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-113718698975264578?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1130865788444174682005-11-01T09:23:00.000-08:002005-11-01T09:23:08.443-08:00A View of San Francisco<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58358654/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/58358654_4cd7b863f0.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58358654/">sf_view</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> My brother and his fiance live in the southern part of San Francisco and wake up each morning to this view of the city.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-113086578844417468?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1130865705251392632005-11-01T09:21:00.000-08:002005-11-01T09:21:45.256-08:0050 Cents<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58358653/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/58358653_8880152b18.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58358653/">sanddollar</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> We found a few whole sand dollars at Ocean Beach in San Francisco, but they were dingy and grey. This one had been sitting on the beach for a while and was bleached by the sun.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-113086570525139263?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1130865593200161702005-11-01T09:19:00.000-08:002005-11-01T09:19:53.213-08:00Bloomin' Orchid<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58357241/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/58357241_38bd5c339c.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58357241/">contest_orchid</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> The second of two photos in the company contest. I have wonderful luck with Phal. orchids but I must be doing something right because they bloom for me every year.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-113086559320016170?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1130865483084707462005-11-01T09:18:00.000-08:002005-11-01T09:18:03.090-08:00Innovation<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58357242/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/58357242_656d057a53.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/58357242/">contest_wheel</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> This is one of two photos that Karl and I submitted to our company photo contest. It was taken at the <a href="http://www.larnachcastle.co.nz/index.pasp">Larnach Castle</a> on the Otago peninsula near Dunedin on the South Island of New Zealand. The castle has gorgeous gardens and fantastic views.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-113086548308470746?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1129130289439534372005-10-12T08:18:00.000-07:002005-10-12T08:18:09.440-07:00Indian Arch<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442481/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/51442481_4af820ac46.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442481/">indian_arch01</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Indian Arch is a quick detour from the North Dome trail that everyone immediately fell in love with. The short climb was steep and a little dangerous with loose gravel and rocks. Everyone forgot about that, though, once we reached this amazing natural formation. The distant view of Half Dome framed within the arch was picture-perfect.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112913028943953437?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1129130106785896972005-10-12T08:15:00.000-07:002005-10-12T08:15:06.806-07:00Mist Trail<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442485/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/51442485_803de09dc1.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442485/">vernal_falls02</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> The path snaking along the side of the mountain is the Mist Trail, so named because the spray from Vernal Falls drenches hikers in the spring and early summer. The Mist Trail is the first of two trails to Half Dome with intimidating, steep, stone steps.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112913010678589697?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1129129917565905482005-10-12T08:11:00.000-07:002005-10-12T08:11:57.570-07:00Vernal Falls in Autumn<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442753/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/51442753_2b1712ad0a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442753/">vernal_falls03</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Your first stunning view on your way to Half Dome are the mighty Vernal Falls. In the spring Vernal is torrential; the spray covers you as you traverse up the Mist Trail (hence the name) to the top of the falls. In the autumn, most of the falls in Yosemite dry up but Vernal still has flow.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112912991756590548?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1129129643936685172005-10-12T08:07:00.000-07:002005-10-12T08:07:23.943-07:00Vernal Falls - The Top<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442484/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/51442484_a4c1b5d691.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/51442484/">vernal_falls01</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33076065@N00/">LynetteM</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Just a view of the canyon, you know, ho hum, just a bunch of rocks and trees.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112912964393668517?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1125091194862186772005-08-26T14:19:00.001-07:002005-08-26T15:33:20.973-07:00Ft. Bragg Bluffs<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/37424216/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos32.flickr.com/37424216_f198eae0c8.jpg" class="flickr-photo" height=355 width=400 alt="" /></a><br /></div><p class="flickr-yourcomment"> We stayed in a house overlooking these bluffs in Ft. Bragg. In the mornings the abalone divers would park on the edge and bring up their treasures from the sea.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112509119486218677?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1125091154879922792005-08-26T14:19:00.000-07:002005-08-26T15:35:19.773-07:00Little Kitty<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/37424219/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos26.flickr.com/37424219_f684b373ad.jpg" class="flickr-photo" width="338" height="450" alt="" /></a><br /></div><p class="flickr-yourcomment"> My mischievous, maddening, devilish Little Kitty. She drives me crazy one minute and then cuddles the next. LK loves to have her picture taken.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112509115487992279?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1125091079097025152005-08-26T14:17:00.000-07:002005-08-26T14:21:34.523-07:00Man Amongst Sequoias<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/37424218/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos31.flickr.com/37424218_ef5c4d4e1c.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /></div><p class="flickr-yourcomment"> During Karl's sabbatical we hiked in Sequoia/Kings Canyon National Park. I had bought a 19mm-24mm lens for the sole purpose of being able to take pictures of these gigantic trees. Karl is the tiny man.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112509107909702515?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1125091008536941892005-08-26T14:16:00.000-07:002005-08-26T14:22:04.963-07:00Neighborhood Sunset<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33076065@N00/37424215/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/37424215_d637e6c8ef.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /></div><p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Most of my photos are from my travels but sometimes the best images are found close to home. This is my neighbor's house across the street. A blazing sunset was just behind it.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112509100853694189?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1124502617158042942005-08-19T18:42:00.000-07:002005-08-19T18:50:17.160-07:00Low Tide<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/lowtide.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/lowtide.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>In the Abel Tasman National Park, on the South Island of New Zealand, we took a water taxi up to Torrent Bay and hiked down the Coastal Track from there. We hopped into the taxi, which was then towed into the water by a tractor. At the end of the day we finally reached our destination which was where we picked up the taxi that morning. The tide had receded by almost a mile. It didn't even look like the same cove.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112450261715804294?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1124501972161611842005-08-19T18:35:00.000-07:002005-08-19T18:39:32.166-07:00Between the Ice<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/glacier1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/glacier1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>On our New Zealand trip, Karl and I hiked the Franz Josef Glacier. Some of the crevices were so narrow that people had to remove their backpacks and slide sideways. The glacier changes every day. The guides must rise early in the morning to survey the paths they can safely take the hikers. They create steps up the glacier by chipping away with an ice axe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112450197216161184?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1123560652639225702005-08-08T21:03:00.000-07:002005-08-08T21:10:52.640-07:00In the Pool<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/DSCF0432_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/DSCF0432_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>On my third night at the Wild Horse Pass resort in Arizona, I finally took a dip in the pool. There were 4 pools in all and at 7pm the water was as comfortable as a warm bath. I swam lazy laps. When I stood up I was puzzled by ripples in the water that soon turned into small waves. The hint of a breeze just 5 minutes earlier had whipped into a mini tropical storm. The chaise chairs were blown into the pools and the umbrellas toppled to the ground. I ran after my clothes flying off one of the chairs and raced towards the hotel with the rest of the poolgoers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112356065263922570?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1123560179551625462005-08-08T20:59:00.000-07:002005-08-08T21:02:59.550-07:00Image of a Storm<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/DSCF0438_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/DSCF0438_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Under the safer cover of the hotel patio, I tried to take an "action" shot of the storm as it began to blow through. I was still in my bathing suit with the towel slipping a bit down my hips. While I was taking pictures, a guy with an umbrella cocktail started talking to me. "Do you always swim at this time of the evening? Because if you do, I'd swim with you."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112356017955162546?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1123559931936187792005-08-08T20:54:00.000-07:002005-08-08T20:58:51.936-07:00Storm Aftermath<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/DSCF0451_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/DSCF0451_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>The pool area did not look as relaxing and inviting as the night before the storm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112355993193618779?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1123559621370433202005-08-08T20:47:00.000-07:002005-08-08T20:53:41.370-07:00Chimenea<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/DSCF0473_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/DSCF0473_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>My favorite photo from Arizona. This chimney fire pit was hidden behind a tall wall and I came upon it by accident. The color and shape contrasted so beautifully with the angles of the building and cactus. I wish this was in my backyard.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112355962137043320?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1123559250119329092005-08-08T20:43:00.000-07:002005-08-08T20:47:30.120-07:00Mirrored Trees<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/DSCF0465.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/DSCF0465.jpg" border="0" /></a>The morning after the storm was clear and the sun piercing. I was lucky enough to spot these trees and their calm reflection in the river just before the sun rose too high in the sky.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112355925011932909?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1123558998582703882005-08-08T20:40:00.000-07:002005-08-08T20:43:18.583-07:00A Family of Cactus<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/DSCF0472_02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/DSCF0472_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Many cacti on the resort grounds were lone, single plants. These made me think they were a little family on vacation at the beach.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112355899858270388?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1123558821242018042005-08-08T20:35:00.000-07:002005-08-08T20:40:21.246-07:00Between the Walls<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/DSCF0484_02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/DSCF0484_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>A slice of the golf course and the mountains in the distance. Each time I walked down the hotel corridor to my room, I would glimpse a spectacular view of the landscape through narrow windows.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112355882124201804?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1122769045847327972005-07-30T17:13:00.000-07:002005-07-30T17:17:25.846-07:00View From a Schloss<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/schloss_view.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/schloss_view.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>We were not allowed to take any photos inside the castles. However, it was OK to take pictures from the inside looking out. This is the view from Schloss Neuschwanstein overlooking King Ludwig II's childhood schloss, Hohenschwangau.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112276904584732797?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14960785.post-1122768735756207442005-07-30T17:08:00.000-07:002005-07-30T17:12:15.756-07:00Rothenburg Square<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/1600/rothenberg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/47/895/400/rothenberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Rothenburg is a tourist town depicting medieval architecture. The square was full of people, none of them German. The only place that wasn't crowded was the sky.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14960785-112276873575620744?l=imagezone.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15445278861534661432noreply@blogger.com0