View allAll Photos Tagged Awake
The sound of my boat didn’t wake him so I left to follow other photo ops and returned later. This time he sat up had a look, assessed the threat and laid down and when back to sleep, obviously not concerned, nap time is more important.
Here some information about the North American River Otter from NWF
These playful mammals are well adapted for semi-aquatic living. They have thick, protective fur to help them keep warm while swimming in cold waters. They have short legs, webbed feet for faster swimming, and a long, narrow body and flattened head for streamlined movement in the water. A long, strong tail (called a rudder) helps propels them through the water. They can stay underwater for as much as eight minutes. They have long whiskers which they use to detect prey in dark or cloudy water and clawed feet for grasping onto slippery prey. They are very flexible and can make sharp, sudden turns that help them catch fish. Their fur is dark brown over much of the body, and lighter brown on the belly and face. On land they can run at speeds of up to 15 miles per hour—they can slide even faster. Their playful snow and mud sliding, tail chasing, water play and snow burrowing activities also serve other purposes—they help strengthen social bonds and let young otters practice hunting techniques.
Settings:
f/7.1
400mm
1/200sec
ISO 320
Artful Designs & Photography: If you are willing to schedule an appointment with me, contact me inworld [Saraatje.Vita] or here on flickrmail.
Sant Vicenç de Montalt, 2025. Sony ILCE-7M2 · CMOS Exmor 24 Mpx (Fullframe) · RAW / NOVOFLEX E-CY Adapter / CONTAX/YASHICA (C/Y) Carl Zeiss Vario-Sonnar T* 80-200mm f4.0 MMJ / CONTAX L39 (UV) MC / RawTherapee 5.12 @ Adobe RGB.
nf.
If you'd open your eyes then maybe you'd see what's at stake
You're sleeping
You make a lot of money, and you live in a mansion
And pretty much got everything that you could ever imagine
But you feel like even though you got everything in the world
You got nothing
So what you do then is you start going backwards
You runnin' in a direction
And you lookin' for something that isn't real
And all you know is that you just gotta have it
What you're doin' is sleepin'
And thinking that you're awake and you're not
And the problem is that you don't know what you're after
So you put everything that you have into what you do
Hoping that one day maybe you don't have to feel like you're empty
But as you get older a lot of weight on your shoulders is getting heavy
Then you look back and you start to regret things
You only get one life
And every time you lookin' at yours
You feel like everything you have is a waste
And the problem and the reason you could never fill a hole in your life
Is because you were never awake
Marble wonders where the night sky goes when the sun wakes up each morning. She thought if she waited for the moment when the sun first begins to reach up from its mountain top bed, she would have her answer. Marble never did make it to sunrise, but Phillip did. He won't say what he saw. He is kind of mysterious like that.
This Alligator is on the bank next to a low foot bridge crossing a small creek. He turned his head and followed me and my companion as we crossed the bridge. Both myself and my friend kept a close eye on this one and moved quickly to the bridge.
Long time no see
The hot Summer days drained my creative capabilities and the motivation to spend time on Flickr.
But Autumn did awake my spirts again, so expect more from me in the next days, weeks and months.
“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”
Henry David Thoreau
Hope you have a great Sunday and that you find time to dream a little! ;-)
San Francisco - Tenderloin
After being awake for over a day due to travel, I went to sleep very early last night only to wake up to the election news. This is a bad day for those who care about other people, and many who went to sleep last night thinking they had won will find out over the coming year all they've lost. This is not a world that interests, nor is it one that holds a place for me. What America wants is a cruelty delivered to "others," but what America got is a further corrosion of their soul and spirit.
the eyes are resting,
and no light touches from the outside.
Left in the own darkness
safe - not born to be here.
rain is my second skin,
washing the world away,
covering me
in a shine of reflections -
which i do not be.
to be - be -
in the inside,
my god
and my holding heart,
knowing.
i did not win what is already lost,
but i swim
in the energy of my soul.
being.
knowing.
alive.
but not alive -
in this wrong neon lights,
fake lights
of illusions.
its all inside.
♥
(my words - i am not gone - i am just not here)
They always seem to be in a state somewhere between awake and asleep.
Monochrome Bokeh Thursday.
Rietvlei Nature Reserve
Gauteng
South Africa
these are part of a series I did on insomnia and the things I would see while I was awake in the late, late night/ early morning.
My house is built on hallowed ground and land that was reclaimed from the sea. It suits the essence of me and calms my spirit to walk in my garden knowing that it was left for many years, an abandoned place until the house was built and the stony and sandy ground where nothing much grew except ancient plants; wild flowers that blew in on the wind. Then someone planted trees from all four corners of the earth and plants that should not have survived began to flourish as if the roots of these trees breathed new life into the earth. There have been only a few guardians of this magical place and I am honoured to be the current guardian. At first I tried to plant what I liked; tried to enforce my will on this holy place, but in time I realised something … you cannot force a garden to grow; to bend to your will. A garden evolves slowly over time of it's own accord mostly and we, as guardians, should allow it to guide us. In this way I have found peace and happiness here and I embrace the changes of my ever-evolving garden. I seldom buy anything new to plant. I wait for the winds; I wait for the seasons; I witness the changes and I grow and evolve as a person in much the same way as my garden does. It is a joy to anticipate each new season; each new wind; and to see what appears. There is always something unexpected appearing. Life is full of surprises; of serendipitous moments. I wonder sometimes about these old trees. I think whoever planted them was guided and perhaps the garden welcomed the dappled shade on what once was a desert. Certainly I feel myself sometimes directed to introduce a new species. Perhaps I am guided also by a hand that I cannot fathom. We are not meant to understand everything. If we allow ourselves to just be, we may find, without effort, how our path unfolds with relative ease. I have found this to be the case. All those years of struggle and now I can just let go … it really is that easy to be content.
p.s. I was compelled reluctantly to remove a Laburnum tree that I thought might be harmful to my cats. I had always wanted such a tree with it's beautiful yellow flowers … but in it's place a Forsythia grew with a profusion of yellow flowers. I did not plant it! Magic? Yes, I believe so! : 0)
“I like gardening. It’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. “
– Alice Sebold
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbx6aXhocew
IN ABANDONED PLACES - Raison d'Etre
Please enjoy the unique experience of this video.
Lieber Rolf, ich denke du wirst diesen Film zu schätzen wissen! : 0)
“We leave our footprints in a place to mingle with the echoes of all that went before; our heartbeats; our rhythm; the patterns of our lives.” - AP
I wander in the wilderness
my garden of delights
a jungle by the turquoise sea
a land so flat; the moon at night
shines down with silvery fingers
and touches the ground with magical spells
and come the breaking dawn of morning
all ills are banished and all is well
the dark and mysterious creatures
who loiter in the dusk
emerge in brilliant sunshine
with all-seeing eyes; an elephant tusk
protrudes and scythes the longest grasses
parts the meadow like the ancient sea
leaving behind a trail of crimson
flowers of sorrel and sweet harmony
reigns here as the King of the Jungle
seeks solace in the afternoon siesta
ignores the urban sounds outside
these walls; these trees; a back-firing Fiesta
alerts the songbirds from their idle rest
they flitter and flutter from tree to tree
and as I lie within the striped hammock
I swing and sing low to the sound of the breeze
a mist arises suddenly; springs up from the sea
settles a cloak; an air of mystery
around the shoulders of myself and the limbs
of the ancient trees as I sip my Pimms
I can barely keep my eyes from closing
the warmth of the air so cloying and deep
I find myself falling gently to the humming of bees
as I lapse now into a soundless sleep
I awake to find the blue sky black
lit by a billion diamonds or more
an infinite guide is laid out before me
the wisdom of ancient celestial stars of yore
some say when we see them
they have already died
long ago before our ancestors
what does this imply
do our eyes deceive us
or are we psychic or perhaps
we are more knowledgeable than we realise
all we need falls easily into our laps
but still we often ignore
the instincts that are given
override them; divide them
dilute them; we're driven
to only see clearly to the end of our noses
we fail to stop often to smell the scent of the roses
take stock; stand still
absorb the nature of all living things
for in this garden I discovered
nature brings happiness and happiness brings
peace of mind; plentiful bounty
the sweetest fruits of the earth
the love that will bind us
circumnavigate the world's girth
here I find every day all that I need
the flora; the fauna; all that set seed
and I've no desire to be anywhere else
as much as I desire to be here
in this garden full of Heaven
there is love; there is goodness that I hold dear
from the humblest of creatures
find the beauty in a fly
sing so loud like a blackbird
view the world through a child's eyes.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
My artwork is a blend of 4 of my photographs taken in my garden