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Prunn Castle stands on a steep limestone rock from the Jurassic period about four kilometres SE of the town of Riedenburg, Lower Bavaria.
The castle itself was first mentioned in 1037 although I stumbled upon it after I turned off the satnav and drove aimlessly soaking in the beauty of the Bavarian countryside
An insanely early morning shot of two giraffes wandering aimlessly at Nambiti game reserve, South Africa
Unlike the German word strollen which means to wander aimlessly, this is leisure for the family of mute Swans at the park.
Amsterdam - Isolatorweg
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A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME.
ONCE, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our starlight that for us was shining.
A star that had remarked her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
"Thus Time," I cried, '" is but a tear
Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and fear,
Yet in his little lucent sphere
Our star of stars, Eternity, is beaming."
S Lanier
and the totally organized person whose every action defeats some purpose:-)
Robert Brault
fragrant wintersweet, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Burunge elephant visitor just below my tent there. These animals do not perceive the tents as threats, and so wander aimlessly by. A bit nervous when I first arrived, but soon relaxed.
Give me a strong hug
And comfort me every part of me
Say nothing, that nothing is already a lot
And I don't mind
Give me a hug and stay close
In this squeezing hug
I want nothing more, only the silence
From your embrace
I've lost me aimlessly
I already beat myself by tiredness
And being far away, I've been so close
of your hug
Give me a hug that wakes me up
So tight without squeezing me
That I'm almost near, open your arms
When I arrive
It's in this embrace that I rest
This space that stills me
And when you can, give me another hug
Because only one is not enough
my own translation from the lyrics of "Dá-Me um Abraço" by Miguel Gameiro and Pólo Norte
I was very lucky and managed to spend some time aimlessly wandering around Avebury Complex, Wiltshire, yesterday. This panorama was taken from the middle of the West Kennet Avenue looking back towards the 3 stone circles at Avebury, and the approaching rain clouds that arrived not 5 minutes later. Handheld iPhone Panorama, edited in Snapseeed on iPad Pro with an Apple Pencil.
"I found you aimless in London I gave you direction,
I found you smiless I gave you joy,
Not eternal joy or even joy for a month but immediate, particular, bright little minutes of joy,
which is all we ever get or should expect." -- The Public Eye (1972)
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
“Winter Wonderland” by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Once one of the most important Frankish castles of the Peloponnese, Geraki Castle was built in the early part of the 13th century when most of the area had come under Frankish rule after the Crusaders’ Seige of Constantinople in 1204.
Also known as ‘the small Mystras’, Geraki faces west across the fertile plains of Laconia just as Mystras lies on opposite on the Taygetos range facing east across the same plain.
Only a decade or so after Geraki was built, the Franks were defeated by Byzantines at the Battle of Pelagonia in 1259, which signalled the end of the Latin Empire. During 200 years or so of Byzantine rule that followed, Geraki grew in importance as a city.
As a result of ongoing restoration works, no less than ten Byzantine churches remain preserved on its site to this day as a testament to its high status in the Byzantine era. These date back from the 12th to the 15th century, with varying architectural styles. Almost all of them are still decorated with the original wall paintings of their time.
We stumbled upon this site when we were driving aimlessly with my son, on a day when the Sahara sands were heavy in the atmosphere and the Sun went on holiday.
” I like to take the longest paths when I’m outside. I like the wind against my face. I like wandering aimlessly. It helps clear my head. Some where along the way I started associating you as my sunshine. Maybe it was the light in your eyes. Maybe it was your warm smile. But since I’ve met you I’ve realized that things are going to be okay. Sunshine helps and you help me step into the sun. “
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Amsy ♡
My second visit to Italy had focus on the lakes of the north of the country. First, the Lago di Como, Lago di Garda and Cortina d'Ampezzo, the charming ski resort surrounded by lakes where God decided to show all his creativity adorning them with an incredible array of blue and green tones.
Soon after, a small visit to Hallstatt (Austria) and Bled (Slovenia), two small jewels in the vicinity of Italy.
I returned to Italy through beautiful Trieste, and passed on to my beloved Venice.
A small foray into Tuscany through San Gigminano and Montepulciano.
Coming down to Umbria I visited Norcia and how it could not fail to be, the famous fields of Castelluccio of Norcia.
To end with golden key some days of wandering aimlessly through the magic eternal city: Rome.
This collage was made only with photos of cell phone, sorry for the resolution, while I process the numerous photos that I took on the paths, as far as I could.
Do not wait for special or extraordinary photos. Their beauty is mainly due to the indescribable beauty of the places visited.
Much of what I planned to do did not happen, and I was only active to shoot in the worst times of the day, when the light is intense (and the temperature warmer). No photos at dawn or dusk, magical times where the photographer manages to show a lot of his talent.
" While I patrol these grounds... Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon. I am a vessel... all emptied and barren. what once was full, now echoes faint the glories of yesteryears. Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen. I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own. Immortalized.... Anchored... to a body of mist and haze... Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown... "
Rest hope you all enjoy amsy work as always ^^
Amsy ♡
"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind."
.:: Edith Sitwell ::.
Just wanted to take a moment and thank everyone for their kind words of encouragement, prayers, and well wishes. You all have been wonderfully supportive.
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Les ciels de Poësia
Je marche, sans but, sur une vaste étendue de neige sans relief
Et mon ombre me suit de près
Comme si elle était effrayée de se trouver là, avec comme seul repère
Cet arbre décharné, planté là comme un épouvantail
Face à la vastitude de l’univers.
Qui sait où ce sentier conduit?
Il n’y a rien d’humain ici
Sauf … ce ciel imaginé qui vous hypnotise.
Dans le monde imaginaire de Poësia, le ciel n’est pas au-dessus de nous, il est en nous.
Voyez-le plutôt comme un immense miroir qui réfléchit les émotions tapies dans l’âme de son créateur.
Les poètes ont écrit de bien jolis mots au sujet du ciel.
Ils le décrivent, avec lyrisme, comme « un océan bleuté à l’envers du monde »
Ou comme « la robe dont s’habillent le jour et la nuit ».
Mais les ciels de Poësia ne sont sont pas des réalités physiques
Comme cette voûte étoilée qui guidait, jadis, les voyageurs.
Les ciels de Poësia sont un langage, une émotion traduisant la sérénité ou la colère, la douceur ou la force, la peur ou la confiance.
En visitant Poësia, ne cherchez pas de futiles repères dans ces ciels improbables
Essayez plutôt de les ressentir…
Qui sait où ce sentier conduit?
Seul le temps le sait
Je vous le dis en toute confiance.
Patrice photographiste
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Skies of Poësia
I walk aimlessly over a vast expanse of snow without relief
And my shadow follows me closely
As if she was afraid of being there, with only one point of reference,
This emaciated tree, planted there like a scarecrow
Faced with the vastness of the universe.
Who knows where this path leads?
There is nothing human here
Except ... this imaginary sky that mesmerizes you
In the imaginary world of Poësia, the sky is not above us, it is within us.
See it rather as a huge mirror that reflects the emotions lurking in the soul of its creator.
Poets have written very nice words about the sky.
They describe it, with lyricism, as "a blue ocean on the other side of the world"
Or like "the dress that we wear day and night".
But the skies of Poësia are not physical realities
Like that starry vault that once ago guided travellers.
The skies of Poësia are a language, an emotion translating serenity or anger, gentleness or strength, fear or confidence.
While visiting Poësia, do not look for futile landmarks in these improbable skies
Rather try to feel them ...
Who knows where this path leads?
Only time knows
I tell you that with confidence.
Patrice photographiste
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A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME.
ONCE, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our starlight that for us was shining.
A star that had remarked her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
"Thus Time," I cried, '" is but a tear
Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and fear,
Yet in his little lucent sphere
Our star of stars, Eternity, is beaming."
S Lanier
2nd April
It's 2:05pm. We left our tents early for the waterfall this morning and couldn't find it in time for sunrise. Bashing through the bush in total darkness was near impossible so we settled for another location we had inadvertently found on our aimless quest. As it turns out sunrise cake and went as a non event so we didn't miss much.
After sunrise with daylight on our side we did manage to find the waterfall and it is certainly a pretty good location. Tomorrow is our very last sunrise opportunity of the trip however so we don't have many chances left.
I've been sitting in the sun and talking with the others but I'm back in my tent now to try rest these damn blisters. The others are just in their tents reading but Bruce and Jake have left to scout another possible sunrise location we've been discussing. We'll see if they can find it and decide from there where we'll end up shooting our last sunrise of the trip.
Its 9:18pm (which I have just realised is the identical time of my entry last night - coincidence). The options for the morning are Laguna de Los Tres or the waterfall. Laguna de Los Tres is by all reports are hard slog up and is not the most photogenic location (unless the glacial lake at the top is glassy). It is however said to be a real site to see and it would unquestionably be the best experience to end the trip on.
The waterfall however would make for a terrific shot (if the sky comes to the party) and would add a different style of image to the rest that I have taken on the trip.
The decision is in- it's the waterfall. This trip has been a experience I'll hold onto for a long time so I feel content. I'm going to end the trip with a shot of the waterfall leading up towards the stunning Mt Fitzroy.
Done!
Our intimate chatters today
Our fierce quarrels yesterday
Are the harmonies of our love.
Our dreams and aspirations
Somehow there are differences
The harmony of you and I, they are.
The night sky, I wandered aimlessly
For more than anyone, you, I love.
Our beautiful dreams, our aspirations
Oh forever, let’s not forget.
Our farewell tonight
Our last song together
Are harmonies decorating the summer night.
The night sky we wandered aimlessly
While swinging amidst the stardust.
Our dreams, our aspirations
Will always be in our memories.
Our midsummer dreams, our aspirations
Till eternity, shall we forget...
【memo】
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Because of the shady state of national and international aimlessness I am trapped in my home office most of the time since month. Recently, I had a free run for a week and at one afternoon I had the time for photographing too. Precisely this day was wet and dull all the time. Still I did enjoy the time very much and I brought a few photos home as well. This is one of the them. The famous castle Neuschwanstein below deep hanging rain clouds.
Auf Grund der fragwürdigen Lage nationaler und internationaler Planlosigkeit, bin ich seit Monaten die meisste Zeit in meinem Homeoffice gefangen. Kürzlich hatte ich mal wieder eine Woche Auslauf und an einem Nachmittag auch die Zeit zum Fotografieren. Genau dieser Tag war durchgehend nass und trüb. Trotzdem habe ich die Zeit sehr genossen und auch ein paar wenige Fotos mitgebracht, wie dieses hier vom berühmten Schloß Neuschwanstein unter tief hängenden Regenwolken.
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Like a wraith she ambles aimlessly
Through the mists along the shore
She wraps the foggy night around her
Like a warming shawl
And leaves wildflowers at my door....
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Just loved the washing lines & reflections - found this photo not looking great & quite badly underexposed.
Used it to experiment with a HDR programme I bought for my Mac Book (Aurora HDR 2017) and it helped bring it to life - just as I remembered it.
Spent a few hours wandering around aimlessly in the Jewish Quarter - it's a stunning place and a dream spot for photographers especially one's who have a better understanding of photography than me......
Every sunset brings baco to me memories in which I sink and where drowning I lose myself aimlessly .....
I'm always looking for photo opportunities when I'm exploring. Sometimes I'll see something unique posted on Facebook or Google Earth and try to find it. Other times I'll just drive aimlessly down roads I've never traveled before. This was one of those unexpected finds. Nested between a couple different farms was this old truck in a field that was far from the road. Based on its condition, I imagine that it was put out to pasture many years ago. May it rust in peace!
1967 Ford F100 Ranger
Harrison County, Indiana
Bento Mesh Head: LeLutka Aida BOM
Bento Mesh Body: Maitreya Lara
Face & Body: Jolie by WOW Skins
Blush Ear Tatts: Temizi #05
Body Tatt: Sluagh by Nefekalum now @ the Chronicles & Legends event @ gyazo.com/cf222c2191c05b4993e1a4b485bd6cf6
Hair: U93 by Dura Hair
Ensemble: Chaotic Girl (incl. shorts & top) by (A)MAZE now @ We Love Role-Play
Elektra Nails & Rings: RealEvil
Shoes: Ouroboros Platform Shoes by AZOURY
Earrings: Megalodon Weights (leather) by BLUDSHOT
Cigarette + HUD: [NikotiN]
Giselle Eyes Applier: .euphoric
Crush! Lipsticks: *League*
Gloom Eyeshadows: Izzie's
Messy Eyelashes: .MILA.
POSE: *Heartache B* Aimless Guilt by Le Poppycock
Backdrop: .Shinjuku Street: .PALETO.
DustDevelTrash2: Arcadia Asylum
Six Pack of Hard Lemonade: Junk Food
Hard Lemonade Bottle: Junk Food
Sphynx (Companion): [Rezz Room]
Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours of aimless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.
~ Maya Angelou
It doesn't quite look like this anymore, but that morning with the autumn light on the trees in the background warmed my heart. And there has to be a story about those flowers left on the bench....
HBM!
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
~ Joseph T. Renaldi ~
Taken at the beautiful sim DayDream believer
Something about tasting the rainbow?! I know what you're thinking, I was trying to come up with a title all deep, spiritual and meaningful and this is the best I could do?! Yes, I am an utter child at times! But, the rainbow, is what I kept thinking when I stared at this image, aimlessly considering a much more imaginative title and subsequent text.
One learning curve I have discovered is that I need to start trusting the higher Aperture in relation to the higher compensating ISO, the D5600 can handle the higher values much better than my previous D3400 before noise starts to distort the image. Always be learning, it's the universal key to advancement.
I hope everyone's week is going well and so as always, thank you! :)
PS: And no, I would never eat Skittles, especially when learning that the red ones' colouration is derived from the crushed shells of Cochineal Beetles. The colouration is called Carmine. It's true, here Google it.
The narrow lanes and walkways with their bricks and arches were very charming! It was fun to explore, wondering aimlessly! This is the village of Vernazza on the northwest coast of Italy. It is one of the five villages known as the Cinque Terre.
A rare opportunity to drive aimlessly in the Cotswolds villages. This is North Cerney, near Cirencester
"I don’t think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains". -Anne Frank
I was wandering aimlessly in my garden, camera in hand, looking for something to lift my spirits.
This Tasman Flax Lily has been covered in dainty little flowers for ages but I somehow missed its calling as a subject. It was only when I bent down and got in close and saw the beautiful soft wall of green light behind and that single flower glowing that I though I could make something with the image.
Zandvoort aan Zee
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“When you left
you left behind a field
of silent flowers
under a sky
full of unstirred clouds...you left
a million butterflies
mid-silky flutters
You left like midnight rain
against my dreaming ears
Oh and how you left
leaving my coffee scentless
and my couch comfortless
leaving upon my fingers
the melting snow of you
you left behind
a calendar full of empty days
and seasons full of aimless wanders
leaving me alone
with an armful of sunsets
your reflection behind
in every puddle
your whispers
upon every curtain
your fragrance
inside every petal
you left your echoes in between
the silence of my eyes
Oh and how you left
leaving my sands footless
and my shores songless
leaving me with windows full of
moistened moonlight
nights and nights
of only a half-warmed soul
and when you left...
you left behind a lifetime
of moments untouched
the light of a million stars
unshed
and when you left
you somehow
left my poem...unfinished.
(Published in Taj Mahal Review Vol.11
Number 1 June 2012)”
― Sanober Khan
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A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME.
ONCE, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our starlight that for us was shining.
A star that had remarked her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
"Thus Time," I cried, '" is but a tear
Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and fear,
Yet in his little lucent sphere
Our star of stars, Eternity, is beaming."
S Lanier
🎶 VALERIA MIRO - YELLOW FLOWERS
Yellow flowers bring me back to those summer days
Bright and lively, putting my pale kitchen walls to shame
On the hour the last ray of sun can be caught slipping in
Yellow flowers bring me back to him
Dancing by the window
To that old bolero tune
He taught me how to find the light cast
By the far side of the moon
Aimless rambles bring me back to that world of ours
Across the ocean when we were both covered by the same stars
Lit by moonlight, hidden from his sight as it touches my skin
Aimless rambles bring me back to him
Dancing by the window
To that old bolero tune
He taught me how to find the light cast
By the far side of the moon
Yellow flowers bring me back
To my summer dream
Yellow flowers bring me back to him
A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME.
ONCE, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our starlight that for us was shining.
A star that had remarked her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
"Thus Time," I cried, '" is but a tear
Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and fear,
Yet in his little lucent sphere
Our star of stars, Eternity, is beaming."
S Lanier