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A farewell to Greece / "My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.” ― Georgia O'Keefe
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Athens, 2020
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It's only been about a couple of days
You must have gone and put a spell on me
I can't get you out from under my veins
Singing oh my Lord
She'll be the death of me
I'm not the one to normally play the fool
So tell me brother what's a man to do
Half mad, half mad
Going crazy over you
Singing oh my God
If you're the fire I'm the fuel
Well my mama, yeah she'd always say
It's stupid to get in between
A woman who knows what she wants
Well I guess I made that mistake
I'm young and foolish or brave
And she's made her way into my heart
I gotta get out
This is what you get when you fall in love
No one ever said how good it hurts
I tried once, but it's once too much
You end up getting burned
I'm like the gasoline you light the match
Ain't no one else who can burn me like that
So I cross my heart, kill my desire
This is what you get when you play with fire
Ooooh oooh
This is what you get when you play with fire
Ooooh oooh
This is what you get when you play with fire
I'm a pyromaniac it ain't safe
'Cause you've got troubles written over your face
You say lover gotta have a little faith
Thinking that I'd have mercy
But I know you ain't a saint
~*~Nico Santos - Play With Fire ~*~
TROPIX // Hangar Additional Room BackDrop - 02 - modified with pieces of a second BackDrop copy
Qurna is an abandoned village about 100m to the east of the Temple of Seti I. Until the early 19th century the community included at least parts of the Temple of Seti I. Several travellers, including Richard Pococke or Sonnini de Manoncourt even name a Sheikh of Qurna. Edward William Lane relates in 1825 that the village was abandoned and not a single inhabitant lived there. Comments by Isabella Frances Romer suggests that the resettling started in the late 1840s. Hassan Fathy alleges that the inhabitants of Qurna lived in poverty and thus were robbing ancient tombs as means of subsistence. In order to stop the looting the Department of Antiquities expropriated the land on which the Qurnis lived and decided to move them to a new settlement, to be designed and built by Hassan Fathy himself. New Qurna was built in the 1940s and early 1950 to house the then residents who strongly resisted the move.
About 5 years ago, posts were set around the perimter of the small reservoir where I like to photograph to keep motorized vehicles from damaging the shoreline. This year, the lake level has dropped considerably leaving spaces along the edges where ATVs can slip through, which they have. The once quiet campgrounds and forest are now abuzz with the sound of 100 lawn mowers.
At another lake, higher up on the mountain, similar posting has kept ATVs out of the marshy flat that surrounds half of the lake's perimeter. On my last visit, someone had unbolted a cross beam allowing entry to the wetland leaving deep grooves in the mud and flattened grass.
Just because you can go there, doesn't mean you should.
This is about a mile from Great Oxendon, which is a small village in the north of Northamptonshire. It is about three miles south of Market Harborough, which is just over the Leicestershire border. The village, which is a mile or so west of here, is on the main road between Harborough and Northampton. "The George" pub-restaurant on the main road was one of my favourite eateries. It is sadly now closed, of course. The village was once served by a railway line between the two towns, but it was a victim of the Beeching cuts, and was first closed to passenger traffic in 1960. It then had a chequered history finally closing to all traffic in 1981. The former railway tunnel at Great Oxendon is now part of the Brampton Valley Way footpath. This surrounding beautiful rolling countryside is predominantly farmland.
A farewell to Greece / "My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.” ― Georgia O'Keefe
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Heraklion, Knossos, 2020
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A Tree Pipit about to feed its young near Charlton Abbots in the Cotswolds in Gloucestershire.
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About ten years ago, on one street in Toronto, a few neighbours started placing giant Santas in their front yards to celebrate the season. Now, on this one street alone, there are 52! Today I went out to see for myself.
Now the idea has spread, being duplicated in many cities around the world.
About the English name common to our flower The Botanical Magazine of 1792 remarks sharply: '"Virginia Stock", a name highly improper, as it is found to be a native of the Mediterranean coast'. Regardless, it often after two centuries still goes by that moniker. The scientific name 'Malcolmia maritima' was devised by William Townsend Aiton (1766-1849) in 1812, to honor famous English nurseryman William Malcolm (fl.1750-1789). Earlier (e.g. by great Linnaeus) it had gone by the generic name 'Cheiranthus'.
This pretty little flower hails originally from the coasts of Greece and Albania but has become naturalised all over the world. Its colors move from white to yellow and a variety of pinks and purples and sometimes even red.
About the 1934 LaSalle
In the 1920’s, General Motors (GM) competed against Ford’s “one size fits all” approach by building “a car for every purse and purpose.” GM’s Cadillac had become the market leader in both prestige and price. The LaSalle, first designed in 1927 by the talented Harley Earl, was the model to fit between the Cadillac and Oldsmobile brands. Following the success of the early LaSalle, Alfred P. Sloan, head of GM, promoted Earl to head a new design office: GM’s “Art and Color Section.” However, success began to wane as the Great Depression wreaked havoc on LaSalle sales.
In 1933 the LaSalle was scheduled for termination. Earl spotted an aircraft-inspired design on the drawing board of Jules Agramonte, a member of the Art and Color team. Immediately motivated, Earl and his team redesigned the LaSalle with new Art Deco features such as the tall, narrow front grill, pontoon fenders, biplane bumpers, portholes, chevrons, and chrome accents. Earl had a full-scale mockup built, and presented it to GM executives, proclaiming, “Gentlemen, if you decide to discontinue the LaSalle, this is the car you are not going to build.” GM quickly agreed to manufacture the beautiful new LaSalle, convinced it would revive sales and add excitement to their product line.
The 1934 LaSalle shared many aspects of its build with the Oldsmobile including, straight-8 engine components, frame, and transmission. Both cars also featured new, hydraulic brakes and a revolutionary independent front suspension, which Cadillac did not yet have. The LaSalle team was tasked with reducing production costs by 1/3 — a feat they achieved by sharing parts across model lines. The LaSalle was a design masterpiece, advertised as “the newest car in the world,” and was the pace car for the 1934 Indianapolis 500. LaSalle sales doubled for 1934 and continued to grow through 1936; however, as the US began to rise from the depths of the Depression, consumer demand trended away from such cars, toward smaller, less expensive brand models. By 1940, GM had finally conceded, cancelling production of the LaSalle.
About her name, and we do call her Rena. My paternal grandmother was the first cat lover in my life. My parents were both dog lovers but this grandmother had Murr, a tabby who had to have a 4 minute egg every morning. 4 minutes or my grandmother had to eat it herself!
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'Der andere ist also nicht zwangsläufig eine Grenze meiner Freiheit. Ganz im Gegenteil, seine Freiheit ist eine Chance für meine eigene Freiheit, eine Chance, sich gegenseitig zu beschenken. Sie kann jedoch auch eine Grenze sein.'
Tadeusz Gadacz
'So the other is not necessarily a limit to my freedom. On the contrary, his freedom is a chance for my own freedom, a chance to give each other gifts. However, it can also be a limit.'
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www.flickr.com/groups/7dayswithflickr/ : Martes: Tema libre / Tuesdays: Free Theme/Crazy Tuesday theme/About me
Me gusta leer y me gustan los libros, me gusta adentrarme en las historias que me cuentan. Y me encanta José Saramago, tengo uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco... unos cuantos libros de él. Es todo un placer leerlo.
I like reading and I like books, I like to delve into the stories they tell me. And I love Jose Saramago, I have one, two, three, four, five ... a few books from him. It is a pleasure to read.
Y ya puestos, una canción de un brasileño, pero que comparte idioma con el escritor.
About. Appreciate nature from three breathtaking perspectives - Capilano Suspension Bridge, Treetops Adventure and the exciting new Cliffwalk. The 450 ft (137m) long, 230 ft (70m) high Capilano Suspension Bridge has thrilled visitors since 1889.
About to land onto RWY 09 @ NWI in some dramatic light , This 7X has recently be re-sprayed into this nice matt paint....
Both the male and female mountain bluebird were in a farm field looking for things to eat and doing some social bonding.
The male must have vocalized some signal to this female, as she launched from the perch she was on and flew to land on the ground near the male. They foraged together for a minute, or so, and flew back to their nest box.
This image is from the beginning of the launch sequence.
This Roseate Spoonbill shows the importance of projecting your chin forward of your neck to avoid a double chin.
"Everglow"is about the feeling of warmth or happiness that comes with the sadness you feel when you think about a relationship, situation, or friendship that has now ended or will do someday, but I truly believe that the seeds of love, hope and peace we plant in this world will follow us into the next and the end is not the end, but the beginning of something new; something beautiful and when we look back, we will see that what we have sown we will reap … “ - excerpt from a short story, “Goodbye to H” - AP
Dedicated to my dear friend, Julie who brought me back … you and your Mum are in my thoughts and prayers xx
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xn_1hFdE-5g
EVERGLOW - COLDPLAY
The closer we look the more we find
each precious drop; a diamond from Heaven
each tiny thorn; a poignant reminder
that all have a purpose in this world of ours
sitting in my enchanted garden
a snail coiled beautifully next to me
his iridescent glowing colours
a reminder of life's constancy
overhead the wind blows softly
the pink quince flowers on the bowers
softly blushing against the blue
clear skies always a kind reminder
that Heaven is near and all around you
each step we take a subtleness settles
on gentle shoulders filled with love
your countenance like the beautiful flowers
you photograph; bring peace like a morning dove
no need to thank me for my words
it is I who should be thanking you
and I do my friend with all my heart
for it is your words that brought me back and through
you see the darkness had descended on me
a betrayal by a very close friend
and I could only find words of sadness
but you changed all that; with the words you sent
so here I am in my Heavenly garden
writing these words that you deserve
and praying for you and your dear beloved
mother who brought an angel here to earth
each day is a miracle; each moment a blessing
and no-one knows how our stories end
but while we are here, we should be kind and loving
just like you my sweet, caring friend
I suffered betrayal at the hands of another
but I won't lose hope; I keep open my heart
for an end is not the end of our story
we go on; we live; we love; we start
right back at the beginning
when innocence was bliss
like the first Spring flower on a misty morning
and the sweetness of our very first kiss
our journey in this life may draw to a close
but the suffering we learned from
like the very first rose
we overcame and we blossomed
we gave it our all
and this day hope resurfaced
and we didn't fall.
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