Lens-Artists Challenge: Blue

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Blue is the promise of Arizona’s skies in February;

It is the delight of neon dragonflies on a summer’s day;

It’s nature’s artistry unsurpassed.

(Lens-Artists Photo Challenge this week is blue.)

10 thoughts on “Lens-Artists Challenge: Blue”

Jane Lurie says:

August 12, 2018 at 4:46 am

Terrific images, VJ.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 12, 2018 at 10:35 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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Abrie Joubert says:

August 7, 2018 at 8:47 pm

Unusual and bluetiful captures VJ

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 7, 2018 at 8:48 pm
  
  Thank you for the compliment and the new word: “bluetiful”.
  
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  1. Abrie Joubert says:
    
    August 7, 2018 at 8:49 pm
    
    🙂 that’s the name of my blue post, actually Bleutiful?
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    August 7, 2018 at 8:50 pm
    
    I saw it – wonderful.
    
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pattimoed says:

August 7, 2018 at 2:34 pm

Beautiful blues, V.J. I love the dragonfly!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 7, 2018 at 2:36 pm
  
  Thanks.
  
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Tina Schell says:

August 7, 2018 at 12:22 pm

It is indeed! Terrific choices

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 7, 2018 at 1:44 pm
  
  Thanks, Tina.
  
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