Build Me Up Buttercup

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Build Me Up Buttercup

So there I was, walking along in the reserve in Henderson with a bunch of folks from my photography club, on a gloomy day trying to find something to take a photo of for the Worldwide Walk competition. Can’t say I got anything worth entering, but I stumbled across this little bit of sunshine whilst wandering off on my own.

Got to adore any flower – any thing – or any person that makes you burst into song. I did keep my voice down, but I just couldn’t help myself… Loved the song way back when and love it still…

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Good to hear that song again. I remember those “jump suits”… It sure is a lot easier to quieten the clutter and “see” when I am on my own with my camera.

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souldipper

02/10/2011 at 11:24 am

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- It’s the sleeves I loved! so much fabric gathered into the tight cuffs. Great for movement, though…
  
  The only shots I really liked from the day were the ones I took of the flowers… nice shots – not grand, but nice is always… nice…
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  02/10/2011 at 11:44 am
  
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Ooooh no. You have planted an ear worm, and I will be thinking/singing that song all day now . . . . . . .

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poietes

09/10/2011 at 6:22 am

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- Ha ha! It will make you happy!
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  09/10/2011 at 9:32 am
  
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