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From my last re-visit. A quick sprint round on a day with flat light and few goats. Even the heights of Dinorwic seem over populated compared to Ardnamurchan. But what adventures I've had in this place
What is 'landscape'? Why do admins for the Landscape Group reject this as 'landscape'? I think many admins are a---holes and crap photographers too. Have you ever looked at their own portfolios? I've yet to find an interesting one
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♪♫♬I went to your bedroom to see you again,
To miss you that much and it's such a long time,
I went to the aisle to marry to your soul,
To miss you that much
Missing you broke my life,
Hoping that you feel the same.
Missing you broke my life.
Missing you broke my life,
Hoping that you feel the same.
Missing you broke my life.
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now.
Fear is compressed in the back of my stomach,
The rust in my eyes from my corrode halo,
I remember your smile, distorted and pure,
To hold you 'til death.
Missing you broke my life,
Hoping that you feel the same.
Missing you broke my life.
Missing you broke my life,
Hoping that you feel the same.
Missing you broke my life.
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now.
Missing you broke my life,
Hoping that you feel the same.
Missing you broke my life.
Missing you broke my life,
Hoping that you feel the same.
Missing you broke my life.
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now, you've killed me,
It's all over now
You've killed me (It's all over now),
You've killed me (It's all over now),
You've killed meeee!♪♫♬
Everytime I think of you, I always catch my breath, And I'm still standing here, and you're miles away, And I'm wondering' why you left, And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight
Taken @ Wash County
Iced Winter
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die (this is not a miracle)
For this is not America
ㅤㅤ🎧 David Bowie & Pat Metheny Group
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Credits, best resolution, miniature details, on blog ♥
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To busy looking at each other.
Taken at Junin. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/MadPea%20Base/126/120/22
Echo is running solo for now as Teddy is on a two week strict crate recovery. He’s doing much better and so we are breathing a bit easier. On Easter Sunday we had to take him to the emergency vet as he was off his food and clearly not well. Long story short, he managed to snag a chicken bone on Friday (yes, just one) and then apparently decided to follow it with a heaping helping of mulch for dessert. These things rarely result in the need for surgery according to the vet, but we just got “lucky” and Teddy was the exception. After multiple xrays, sonogram and bloodwork, it was determined he had an intestinal blockage requiring surgery. Surgery was Monday and we brought him home on Tuesday. We are now one week in to recovery and he seems to be doing so much better. Thankfully. Unfortunately, the vet assures me he will have learned nothing from these bad decisions and would do it all again tomorrow given the chance.
Though I'm missing you
(Although I'm missing you)
I'll find a way to get through
(I'll find a way to get through)
Living without you
Cause you were my sister, my strength, and my pride
Only God may know why, still I will get by
Who would've known, that you had to go
But so suddenly, so fast
How could it be, that a sweet memory worthy would
Be all that we've have plan
Now that you're gone, every day I go on (I go on)
But life's just not the same (life's just not the same)
I'm so empty inside, and my tears I can't hide
But I'll try, I'll try to face the pain
Though I'm missing you
(Although I'm missing you)
I'll find a way to get through
(I'll find a way to get through)
Living without you
Cause you were my sister, my strength, and my pride
Only God may know why, still I will get by
Oh, there was so many things
That we could have shared, uh-huh
And time was on our side (time was on our side)
Oh, yeah
Now that you're gone, I can still feel you near
So I'll smile, with every tear I cry
Our hearts are joined for eternity, but forces outside our control have ripped us apart. We said our goodbyes, but there's no closure. My heart feels dry, barren. My body aches to be held by yours. My lips long to speak those words aloud. My ears yearn for your voice. My eyes cry tears of longing, of love, while they wish to see your face.
"And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain"
The silent tears which remember you
you are in my silent prayers
do you know that i miss you
do you know that i truly do
To change a little bit from my previous uploads, a shot from the airport, where this guy had been left alone. A little boy must have been crying in the plane...
Missing Drivin My dad's car =P
Missing el sjadah elli tnrb6 wara el sayarah o nrkb 3laiha =P
Missing our late night stupid Ghost stories =P
Missing Every little thing about it =P
--> OH PLEASE !! XD
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a shot from last winter =P
As I recover from shoulder surgery, I have assigned myself a big, major, huge project…and yes it concerns photography! My mission, should I decide to accept it (Mission Impossible reference) is to clean out and organize my 2TB external hard drive…that contains every digital photo that I have retained since 1985. The majority also have the RAW file associated with that photo attached. Files numbering in the tens of thousands that have been filed, misfiled, triple duplicated and thrown into folders as if I were dealing cards. My ADHD and sense of personal embarrassment will simply not allow this craziness to continue.
The blessing of this process is not just the discovery of photos long forgotten, but the memories contained. These files may well prove themselves to be priceless…not just for the memories depicted in the photos, but as a partner as I spent the next five weeks, the hours ahead fighting off my nemesis, boredom!
Here is one from a very good day…
You know that it was a very good day when you can remember everything about that day, the temperature, the warmth of the sun, the smell of a spring pasture and in this case anxiety of having to go to work when your best girl is about to give birth! It was the 13th of May, 2010 and our National Champion (Reserve Color Champion, 2006 AOBA Nationals) girl Rosalita was in labor. Joann and I both went to work to check in and start clearing the days schedule, both securing the day off with bosses and returning to the farm in record time.
A quick switch from work to farm cloths and a short trot to the front pasture found that Rosalita had already lost her mucus plug…her cria would be born anytime now. It was time to grab some lawn chairs, my camera and our birthing kit and just wait for things to progress. In the back of my mind, I prayed for a smooth, natural birth and that I would not have to put on the big gloves ever again and assist.
The next hour provided us with a memory of a lifetime as Giacomo would come into the world! A 19.2-pound male from Legend’s Challenger, at that time one of the top gray males in the country. The beauty of the moment, the cycle of life experience on such a beautiful May day is forever etched into my soul. Joann and I removed the remnants of the birth sack and dried our gift. The name Giacomo was chosen as it was in honor of my father who had passed some four years before. It was his childhood nickname and I know that it would have made him smile…like this photo does for me now as I utilize the editing program Lightroom to bring it to life.
This photo captures the bonding process/moment that alpaca mothers do just after birth. She gently takes her lips and nose and rub it against that of her cria, all the while making a clicking sound that bonds the two together for life. She will also use the same area to help her cria stay steady on its wabbly, minutes old legs.
What a blessing it is to witness not just the new physical body that God had created, but also the pure, palpable, natural love that was immediate between mother and son as well.
I didn’t know it then, but Giacomo would be the last cria born to us at Serene-n-Green Alpacas. In the early fall of 2010, a couple came to the farm and bought our last five alpacas, water buckets, farm name, logos, hay and trailer to start their own turn-key alpaca farm in Ohio.
Today, when anyone asks if I miss raising alpacas my response is immediate and direct. I miss birthing those babies!
Chase experiences, not things!
de my album
From Marrakech to Merzouga
A group of photographers, looking for that image that can not be forgotten. We arrived in Marakech and headed to Merzouga on the Sahara.
A journey full of contrast, color and exoticism, ranging from beauty to the Spartan. When crossing the Atlas, it draws attention to its mountainous system, the harshness of its climate, the little or no vegetation. The grandeur of the desert and its dunes. The tradition of their villages and the color of their souks. The hardness of day to day, which suffer and support its people.
Back home and routine. I recalled the words of the master of photography, Bruce Davidson, fifty years ago, in one of his works in deep America, he spoke of "the suspended time", which I, many years later, felt on this exciting and unforgettable trip to desert.
De Marrakech a Merzouga
Un grupo de aficionados a la fotografía, en busca de esa imagen que no se puede olvidar. Llegamos a Marakech y nos dirigimos a Merzouga en la orilla del Sahara.
Un viaje lleno de contraste, color y exotismo, que va desde la belleza a lo espartano. Al cruzar el Atlas, llama la atención su sistema montañoso, la dureza de su clima, la escasa o nula vegetación. La grandiosidad del desierto y sus dunas. La tradición de sus pueblos y el color de sus zocos. La dureza del día a día, que sufren y soportan sus gentes.
De regreso a casa y a la rutina. Recordé las palabras del maestro de la fotografía, Bruce Davidson que cincuenta años atrás, en uno de los trabajos que realizó en la América profunda ya hablaba “del tiempo suspendido”, que yo tantos años después, he sentido en este apasionante e inolvidable viaje al desierto.
I haven't been posting for the past couple of days because of my sickness I am down with the flu and I find it hard to get out of bed right now.. I am sorry I missed Themed Thursday although I had a good idea for it and sorry for missing on all of your new photos.. thank you to all of you who asked or wondered about me.. whenever I recover I will catch up on your lovely streams! have a nice weekened
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I know, I know, I have a reputation for actually enjoying our winter...but a major winter storm was hitting us today and will continue through Sunday.
So while going through the archives, I've been remembering some sweet summer days.