Soft

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A finch catching snowflakes, a deer running through new fallen snow, soft pink flowers to brighten our day.
(For Lens-artists Photo Challenge: soft)

22 thoughts on “Soft”

Hammad Rais says:

March 14, 2021 at 3:33 am

The snowflakes are perfect captured. Very lovely 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 14, 2021 at 9:13 am
  
  Thank you Hammad
  
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Rupali says:

March 6, 2021 at 9:11 am

Lovely!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 6, 2021 at 11:02 am
  
  Thanks
  
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pattimoed says:

March 4, 2021 at 8:08 am

Beautiful, VJ. I adore that finch in the snow!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 4, 2021 at 8:27 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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JohnRH says:

March 4, 2021 at 2:51 am

Beautiful V.J. Well done.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 4, 2021 at 8:25 am
  
  Thanks John
  
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sgeoil says:

March 3, 2021 at 10:21 pm

I’d have to say my favourite is the first photo. It really captures the softness, and I would imagine the quiet, of the moment.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 4, 2021 at 8:23 am
  
  Thanks Heather. I like that one too – dreamlike.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    March 4, 2021 at 6:54 pm
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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Liz Gauffreau says:

March 3, 2021 at 7:53 pm

Oh, these are wonderful! I love the first photo with only the goldfinch in color, as well as the running deer.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 3, 2021 at 8:28 pm
  
  Thanks Liz.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    March 3, 2021 at 10:37 pm
    
    You’re welcome, V.J.
    
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Deborah says:

March 3, 2021 at 5:18 pm

So lovely! 🙂 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 3, 2021 at 8:26 pm
  
  Thanks Deborah
  
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Leya says:

March 3, 2021 at 2:32 pm

Just lovely choices and nicely processed! Loved them all, but the running deer in the snow is a marvelous catch!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 3, 2021 at 2:35 pm
  
  Thank you. It thrilled me at the time
  
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Tina Schell says:

March 3, 2021 at 11:32 am

Loved your selective coloring in the bird feeder shot VJ. And a great catch of the running deer.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 3, 2021 at 2:29 pm
  
  Thanks Tina
  
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Keith says:

March 3, 2021 at 8:42 am

VJ, lovely contrasts. Thanks, Keith

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 3, 2021 at 8:45 am
  
  Thank you Keith!
  
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