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Awoke to a misty, drizzly morning,.... Perfect....
A typical rural scene for those familiar with the South Bruce area of Ontario.
Again - at three o'clock this morning - I awoke to the sound of this killer under our bedroom window. He was so close that his barking and yipping could have awaken the dead. The sound was picked up by one of our security cameras that is on the opposite end of our house, and tucked away in a corner. The coyote carried on for three minutes as killed another snowshoe hare.
Flash ahead to this morning when a lynx (with tail held high) slowly walked right up to our front door, and then slipped under the house, hoping to find his rabbit for breakfast. The poor rabbits don't stand a chance with all of the predators around.
*(I captured this shot of the described killer in late spring. He sure is a deadly critter.)
Autumn has vanished - and snow was covering our ground when I awoke this morning - but I still have some beautiful memories' (and photos) of my favorite season of the year.
I had a day...
The big plan was get up at 4am and go to Norse Peak and arrive at sunup, however I awoke at 2am and couldn't sleep so, 'why don't I go get sunrise at Sunrise?' Out the door at 2:45, drivers headlight blows at 2:48... I'm not stopping, sorry for the highbeams folks. Arrive at Sunrise and my boot is loose, I tie it, it's still loose. Broken shoe string, there goes Norse Peak. Now I realize I'm not going to make Dege Peak in time and set up quickly above Sunrise Visitors center and the camera does that weird won't focus thing that I sent it back for and they couldn't repeat. While I (played) with that I can see stars and the mountaineers headlamps on the mountain but by the time the camera behaves its too late. lights out, stars gone....
It's a couple hours drive for me to get to the East side of the mountain so I'm wandering around dragging my laceless boot when suddenly THIS happens. I didn't expect it with the blah sky, but all was not lost. :-)
this morning, i awoke to art on my bedroom window. nature continues to awe me in surprising ways.
ps: i choose to ignore the heat loss through our old windows; instead, i focus on the beauty. :)
My favourite fishing lake in West Sussex, UK. I awoke to this very early morning scene.
Awoke for a pre-dawn walk and a final scramble down the rocks for this early morning encounter with another marvel of nature.
When I awoke to fresh snow on the 24th I was sure we were going to have a White Christmas, but alas it warmed up and melted what snow we had...
I awoke this morning to a few inches of snow so went out walking to see if I could photograph birds in a snowy landscape. The weather was overcast and dull but I was still quite pleased with this Buzzard in a snowy Pennine landscape. Although I see plenty of Buzzards I find them to be extremely wary and I have struggled to photograph one perched. Maybe not as close as I'd have liked but I was on foot (not using the car as a hide) and I do like wildlife photographs that show the context of their environment.
(040/365) I awoke on Wednesday morning to find a clump of frogspawn had been laid in the shallower of our 2 small ponds. I also saw a Buff-tailed bumblebee queen feeding on our Mahonia flowers & a Small Tortoiseshell butterfly had been tempted out of hibernation with the sunshine & 11C temperatures. Original image tweaked with Topaz studio 2.
I awoke today and looked out my living room window. Best seen large by clicking on the photo.
Thanks for visiting, enjoy your day..
This is what we awoke to in the morning. The fog was so thick it made me giddy all over again. I think the pups enjoyed it, too. We watched the fog slowly lift from our vantage point in the trailer and then we had a lazy breakfast and explored the woods and creek.
The Meadow awoke cold and blustery and the deer seemed to be sheltering within the tree line as there were very few to be seen. As the winds diminished, the does began to arrive with their youngsters in tow. The highlight of this amazing morning was when we found ourselves in the presence of two doe and their two sets of twin fawns. The playful exuberance with which they bounded about the meadow provided a much needed respite from the pain, sorrow and anger we all seem to be struggling with in today's world.
Shenandoah National Park
I awoke this morning to find the fires put out, the tents burned, the regiment, gone. It had been a warm evening, and I had left my shirt off. Now I needed it most on this intensely refreshening morning. I grit my teeth, trying to cope with the bitter cold. As I stop underneath Black Rock Haven, the winds start to howl, the sand uplifts, stinging my back. I unholster my pistol, as I am ready to re-unite myself with my team...
When I awoke & looked out of the bedroom window , my wife asked about the weather .....I said rain , dear !!!!
That reminded me of the time that I met Rudolph who is
living now in retirement in Paradise (the name of the zoo). Asked about his nose , he said as one gets older one loses ones twinkle ....I had to agree . But there were/are many pretenders with their red plastic noses !!
His parting comment was
............................................ Don`t be a big fool,
............................................ just enjoy a little Yule .
To start this new month - we awoke to 3 degrees below zero this morning, and saw that Jack Frost had been busy overnight, painting everything with his frosty brush. In this photo you see a few thin strands of very tiny weeds, that he transformed into a thing of beauty. Since single digit temperatures will be the norm for awhile - I expect that the hoar frost will continue to grow and turn our landscape into a true winter wonderland.
Wishing everyone a delightful November, as we start off the Holiday Season.
The sight that awaited us in the morning as we awoke from a slumber at Le Mimentois, Gare de Cassagnas.
Chemin de Stevenson-2018-D11-03: Day 11 of 12 – Gare de Cassagnas to St Germain de Calberte: Walking the Chemin de Stevenson (#GR70 Robert Louis Stevenson Trail) in the south of France.
We awoke to thick, acrid smoke from the Creek Fire still raging on the west side of the Sierra. The haze was so dense we couldn't see the Sierra at all, but there was still some definition of the White Mountains, so we made our way to the ponds at sunrise. As lovely as the calm water appeared on this morning, neither of us relished the experience and only felt sorrow for the people living in these conditions for so many weeks, hoping the rains would come soon. Thanks so much for looking!
© Jean Day
This was a sculpture made of cement that I saw for sale in a London, England Farmer's Market. I took a photo. The image has always haunted me... This is what I think happened.
The ocean was her playground. Everyday, she awoke with much anticipation in her pursuit of new discoveries. Just like the vast sky that hung suspended above her oceanic domain, the continental shelf was in a constant state of metamorphosis, thus, revealing delightful treasures scattered over the ocean floor. Her days were busy searching for those treasures.
There were boundaries though. Goodness knows her father warned her enough. She laughed at his fervent convictions. As she grew older, he reminded her daily of those boundaries before liberating her from the home. He would hold her to his chest with the love of a parent - not wanting to let her go. He knew all too well the foolishness of the young.
After a busy day collecting her trove of trinkets she would languish above the waters and bathe in the sun. The warmth was a welcome contrast to the cool waters in which she lived. She basked in the embrace of warmth. It was glorious!
She knew she could not stay above the waters for long - but today, just a little longer. With childish abandonment she floated, mesmerized by the enticing warmth. It was intoxicating as she lost herself in the depths of the sky and the clouds above. It was in this place of vastness that she felt most alive. It was in this place that she allowed herself to dream. Unfortunately, it was in this place that she had unshackled her defences and allowed herself to be lulled by the waves, the sun, and the sky that she loved so much.
She did not hear the the fishing boat as it churned closer and closer…
It was, indeed a fatal error.
CAST
Marina Vita: TB
Tristan Vita: Erebus
Marina Flaga: Summer
Costume Design: Bailey
Hairstyle: Bailey
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FOURTEEN It is still, life
(Yawning, Mari awoke from pleasant dreams of sitting in the meadow with Tristan, watching an assortment of wild animals wander through the fragrant grass. She smiled, seeing he was still sleeping, and rose from bed, dressing and freshening up in the bathroom before quietly slipping out to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast for them both. While the small coffee pot filled, her voice vibrated loudly for attention. Glad she had the foresight to switch it to vibrate.)
Mari:
(recognizing the caller's number, keeps her voice low when she answers) Walter, how are you?
Walter:
I am well. And you? Are you well? I can barely hear you.
Mari:
Sorry, Walter. Tristan's still asleep. I don't want to wake him.
Walter:
Oh, that's good, good. I was worried you might be ... exhausted, from painting, when you did not return.
Mari:
Oh, I see. No, I'm fine. In fact, a managed to produce several canvasses that we sent back to my contact in LA.
Walter:
(sounding worried) You sent the flagae to Los Angeles?
Mari:
(with a small laugh) Oh, no, Walter. Nothing like that. These were outdoor scenes. I painted them in the meadow in front of our cabin. Flowers, trees, some animals, you know.
Walter:
(sounds relieved) Oh, yes, yes, I see. Well, that explains why you have not returned, and you sound so well. You have the fresh air, and no flagae to trouble you.
Mari:
Walter, you always use that word with the paintings I bring you. Is it the name of an artist, or a style you recognize?
Walter:
Yes, a style, yes.
Mari:
You don't sound so sure about that.
Walter:
It is the style, but also the people.
Mari:
You ... recognize the people?
Walter:
Not people, exactly. They are flagae.
Mari:
The people in my paintings are called, flagae? Is that another country?
Walter:
That is one way to put it, yes.
Mari:
How odd. I've never heard of them before. I have no idea how I'd imagine them.
Walter:
One of your paintings had a mirror. Is there a mirror near the place where you paint?
Mari:
(glancing toward the mirror hanging on the wall) Yes, there is.
Walter:
Ah, well, that explains it.
Mari:
Does it?
Walter:
Yes, you paint what you see. And you see flagae in the mirror.
Mari:
(amused) I see myself in the mirror, Walter.
Walter:
You see your flaga in the mirror, not yourself.
Mari:
You mean, my reflection? Flaga is a reflection? I thought you said they were from another country?
Walter:
I said that was one way to put it.
Mari:
A reflection isn't another country. It's just a copy of what's in front of it.
Walter:
Are you near a window?
Mari:
(looking at the enormous bay window) Yes.
Walter:
When you stand near the glass, you look into the world, and you see the trees, the sky, animals, or people, yes?
Mari:
Yes.
Walter:
And the animals, or people, on the other side of the glass can look at you, yes?
Mari:
Yes.
Walter:
It is the same with flagae in the mirror. You look at them, they look at you.
Mari:
(has a little smile, but tells herself not to laugh) I suppose that's true, but it's not really the same. It's a reflection.
Walter:
Yes, yes. But it is still, life.
Much to my disappointment It didn't look like much of anything when I first awoke peering out the window with a groggy head from a night full of weird dreams and perhaps something I shouldn't have eaten the day before. Cloudy, dark skies with the promise of rain threatened the skies only made abundantly clear by the weather forecaster and Siri but I said to myself, "what the heck, just go for it!" So glad I did. My natural, inner alarm clock didn't fail me this time. You just never know what treasure you might find if you take a chance on adventure instead of crawling back into bed. If you are willing to put in the effort, and it was a "big effort" you just might be rewarded. I wondered who else was watching besides God or was it silly to think it was just for me...now, it is all for you ;-)
After a beautifully clear evening the night before, I awoke to a mesmerising blanket of snow. It was not at all windy and created an almost fairy land feel to the scene.
However it was very cold and there weren't too many people visiting the Church of the Good Shepherd on this Sunday morning.
I awoke the other morning to a glow on the horizon. I managed to get to the River Forth at Sirling, just as the sun struck the Ochill Hills. The sky and dawn mist were beautiful.
This morning we awoke to a very rare event - a fall of diamond dust, which is very fine ice crystals, much smaller than standard snow flakes. Everything in the garden was coated with an icing sugar deposit which stayed for about three hours then vanished within about five minutes.
So I had a free weekend coming up and I decided to simply get on a train to anywhere and travel until the sun came up.
When I awoke, I was the only one left on the train. As I stepped onto the platform I noticed a businessman with a bowler cap sitting on the bench reading a crumpled newspaper. He was smoking a long stem pipe and reading the paper through a monocle.
"Good Morning" I spoke a little bit drowsily. "Where are we?"
He looked at me as if measuring me for depth of conversation. "That depends" he spoke "Where are you headed."
"Nowhere in Particular, but I'd like to know where I am at the moment".
He frowned a little disappointed. "Well, you're halfway from here to nowhere. So you're almost there." He picked up the paper again and spoke from behind it.
"Just keep heading down those tracks and you'll be nowhere in no Time."
So I walked to the tracks and looked down into the distance where the rails disappeared into the fog.
I started walking down that rail line searching for something somewhere. I continued to walk and with every step the fog continued to shroud the rails ahead. No matter how far I traveled there was still fog obscuring my vision.
Eventually I realized that I really was Somewhere between Here and Nowhere.
Some mornings I feel that I still am. On those days, I just slow down and take a deep breath and then I hear the train whistling just around the corner ...
I awoke on a quiet Sunday morning at the USACE campsite at Devils Bench after a restless night. A local idiot boomed his white boy rap well into the night, and I hadn't slept well. Light crept into the eastern sky, and I decided that it was a good morning to sleep in. The UP had other ideas. No sooner had I flipped over in my tent I heard it: the faint thrumming of prime movers and crescendo of the rush of metal wheels on rails. A train was approaching.
Sleep now forgotten, I jumped out of bed and tore down camp as the train blew by across the river. Although trains in this area can beat a railfan about anywhere, I knew I could beat it to Hooper, and the sun should be making some great light by that time as well.
I arrived at Hooper with ample time to line up a shot from the old county road overpass there. The code line and graceful curve have made this a place I've wanted to shoot for many years, and I finally have the chance. Once again, the distant sounds of a train came into earshot, then here it came, around the corner in perfect light. This time I was well ready for it. A simple shot, but one of my favorites from my trip.
Winter hit hard a couple of weeks ago. Awoke to find the village encapsulated under a heavy, wet blanket of snow. Not the light and fluffy sort. Rather the "heart attack" variety as it's known here as folks sometimes succumb when they attempt to shovel it. If were lucky, the sun emerges the morning after a winter storm passes. In these first moments is when breathtaking scenes emerge. On this morning the full Currier & Ives effect was on full display, with snow coating every single twig and branch. As I walked into the backyard I found that once again, Mother Nature had transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary. And all under the feeble December sun which hung depressingly low in the midday sky. It put me in mind of the sun the way kids draw it in pictures with crayons. Shooting out rays in all directions. There's an astounding clarity of the air and brilliance on days like this. It's actually perceivable through the camera lens. It's like switching from SD to HDTV. I tend to growl and grit my teeth through winter storms, particularly while driving. But the kid in me always emerges, at least for a while, as I explore their aftermath.
Beyond the Pale....
This morning we awoke to a thick heavy blanket of white dense fog. it rolled in overnight and got thicker with each passing hour.
At the crack of dawn i was up and out, even before the sunrise to got a few shots. i figured the fog would dissipate by seven or so. so id best get as many as i could before it burned off.
this shot is of the park covered in a rolling white fog for a brief moment the trees were visible then suddenly shrouded in mystery and covered in a grey blanket of mist, then would reappear out of the mist only to be swallowed once again by the greedy fog.
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I have the old man affliction of not being able to sleep too well, or at least for too long. I awoke at 3 this morning after almost 5 hours of sleep although I managed to linger in bed until almost 4. Eventually, I took a little drive to see what I could see. This is one thing that I did see.
I manually merged two photos for this image: one for the sky and one for the land. One doesn't necessarily have to do this, but it is one way to get around light issues, and it was something to try. I'd rather do this than mess about with a split grad filter.
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We watched this young male for some minutes as he awoke after sunset from his afternoon nap. It's hot during the day in the Samburu National Reserve, so sleep is done then, and hunting takes place at night. This male was by himself, and after a time of waking and a few yawns, he was off after prey. September 2022 safari to northern Kenya. ©2022 | John M. Hudson
After a day at sea, we awoke to a great sunrise and the very flat Grand Turk Island. I'm not a big fan of these ports in that they have very little to do with island culture and more to do with spending money in the "Cruise Village" constructed just for that purpose. On the other hand, the local culture seemed to have something to do with very large salt pools where salt is collected from evaporated sea water. I could have watched those pools evaporate all day long but I seemed to be the only one interested and they did smell a bit!!! Grand Turk did gain international attention in 1962 when John Glenn's Friendship 7 Mercury spacecraft landed off the southeast shoreline. I think the island is also known for the fishing. As for our group, we did what I love to do, go snorkeling away from the crowds and that was good enough.
..I awoke a little while ago to the pinkest sun imaginable thanks to the smoke and fires around. Whilst of course we would prefer fresh air it was an incredible sight.
This morning, Schaerbeek, its Saint Servais church and the Brussels World Trade Center, awoke under a blanket of snow...
Schaerbeek is one of the 19 municipalities of Brussels, Belgium.
It is quite exceptional to see it covered in snow under a blue sky.
Shot from the top floor of the Brusilia Residence in Schaerbeek.
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I awoke just as the day was dawning and was greeted by this glorious sunrise from my landing window.
Vivica awoke to snuffles right by her ear... her heart stopped for a moment as her mind struggled to understand the velvety muzzle of Chocolate Moose sniffling around her. But she realised with relief that he must have made the scary noises she’d heard!
Just as she relaxed... they both jumped as the doors rattled loudly and there was an awful scream outside :o
~
Bel Eve doll with Mr Chocolate Moose by Red Riverroad. Doors by DollRoomBox
Poem of the Forgotten . .
I came to this place
a young man green and lonely.
Well quit of the world,
I framed a house of moss and timber,
called it a home,
and sat in the warm evenings
singing to myself as a man sings
when he knows there is
no one to hear.
I made my bed under the shadow
of leaves, and awoke
in the first snow of autumn,
filled with silence.
–By John Haines
*(John Haines homesteaded in Alaska for many years, beginning in 1947. He passed away in 2011.)
Our overnight low temperature was 24 degrees Fahrenheit - but we awoke this morning to a bright blue sky and brilliant sunshine. Sometime during the night, Old Man Winter tiptoed in and around our cabin, and left a carpet of white that has transformed the land into a winter wonderland. It is truly beautiful here this morning - so with that in mind - I'm going to go join Doc out on our 4-season porch - sip a little coffee, and enjoy a pastry, before I even think of tackling a daily chore.
This photo is a farewell to autumn 2023, as the landscape is now frozen and covered with snow - and will remain that way until spring 2024.
As an added note; Thousands of geese were spotted yesterday as they began their migration to warmer climates. We look forward to seeing their return next sping.
She awoke before dawn, unable to find sleep again. Sitting by the window, she listened to the rain gently sliding down the glass, each drop carrying away a memory or a forgotten dream. The first light of day began to filter through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, comforting glow. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the morning whispers, as if the wind and the rain were trying to reveal answers to her. Perhaps today is the day she’ll finally find what she's searching for, in the fragile calm of a rainy morning.✨
Elle s'est levée avant l'aube, incapable de retrouver le sommeil. Assise près de la fenêtre, elle entend la pluie glisser doucement sur la vitre, chaque goutte emportant avec elle un souvenir ou un rêve oublié. Les premières lueurs du jour commencent à filtrer à travers les rideaux, baignant la pièce d'une lumière douce et réconfortante. Elle ferme les yeux un instant, écoutant les murmures du matin, comme si le vent et la pluie tentaient de lui souffler des réponses. Peut-être qu'aujourd'hui est le jour où elle trouvera enfin ce qu'elle cherche, dans la tranquillité fragile d'un matin pluvieux.