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.....after all these mad scribblings are about good bad and searches!

Good, I have come here during the year end.
To post some pictures which I had at web shots.
Good, I am using tumblr for my picture links.
Tried to create a mirror effect The mirror effect has made the garland look like an exotic dress! -saidcynrowse

Tried to create a mirror effect
The mirror effect has made the garland look like an exotic dress!
-saidcynrowse
The rising sun when travelling to Kerala on Wednesday. I see the view from the train window. Do you know there are many train enthusiasts on Webshots, myself included; you could keep us all very happy with photos of Indian trains. said magikeith

The rising sun when travelling to Kerala on Wednesday.
  • I see the view from the train window. Do you know there are many train enthusiasts on Webshots, myself included; you could keep us all very happy with photos of Indian trains. said magikeith
    The mark looks like a fish. Interesting shot. Darrell said bgboomer


The mark looks like a fish. Interesting shot. Darrell said bgboomer
Feng Shui hanging. It is chime hanging at our home. Tried to shoot the shadow. You got two shadows for the one shot! Is that better than you expected? said cynrowse


Feng Shui hanging. It is chime hanging at our home. Tried to shoot the shadow.
  • You got two shadows for the one shot! Is that better than you expected? said cynrowse
    Was posting three pictures a week at webshots during the year 2011-12. Webshots will not be available soon. Try to post some pictures here. Also I try to caption them from interesting comments I received. Interesting dolls, wonder what is the reason of their being there…healing, blessing, protection? Enjoy your weekends….Marra
    Was posting three pictures a week at webshots during the year 2011-12. Webshots will not be available soon. Try to post some pictures here.
    Also I try to caption them from interesting comments I received.
    Interesting dolls, wonder what is the reason of their being there…healing, blessing, protection? Enjoy your weekends….Marra

     That is about web shots.
    Coming back here during the new year with a good good/bad writeup. 

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