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Saint Beat, es un pueblo del sur de Francia que forma parte de los pirineos franceses en la región conocida como Haute Pyrenees.
Quite a pleasant view, it certainly is nicer than great featureless slabs of bare brick........dotted with steel or fire escape doors
( necessary though they are ) you could say this one is rather well suited, for those who rail against graffiti.
I don't find it in the least Offensive ;-))))))))
Marsh Owl is a critically endangered species is Morocco. This piece tries to address one of the main problems causing its decline, and your help is much appreciated.
Marsh Owl (Asio capensis) is a typical owl restricted to Africa and its biggest island. Three subspecies are recognised: 1) the nominate subspecies which has the largest range – from East to Southern Africa, plus isolated populations in West Africa; 2) A. c. hova in Madagascar, and 3) A. c. tingitanus in northwest Morocco.
Globally, the species is not threatened and is currently categorised as ‘Least Concern’ in the IUCN Red List. However, this is not the case for the isolated and declining Moroccan population. There is no Red List for Moroccan avifauna, but the species should easily qualify as ‘Critically Endangered’ for a number of criteria.
Information from:
magornitho.org/2012/01/moroccan-marsh-owl-future/
Marsh Owl (Asio Capensis Ssp. tingitanus) Morocco_w_0673
Addie soaks herself on a wash tub -- she just can't stand the heat.
I finally found a way to use the cute Re-ment ducks!
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Back on Flickr after a crazy week! I'll catch up on everyone's photostreams soon :-)
Zibska:
Dress Opaline
For The Courage Event - Alberta Relief Fundraiser benefiting the Canadian Red Cross . 15 - 31 May.
Crown and necklace - Sunniva @Tres Chic
Hair by BooN
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Near Sligachan on the Isle Of Skye the road sweeps beside the majestic, snow dusted mountains and my heart beats that little bit faster.
I like when the wind tries to push back the apex of breaking waves. It never wins but keeps on trying.
Tomorrow the All Blacks will try to defeat the mighty Lions - the best rugby players of Britain and Ireland with over 60 million population against NZ 4.6 million. We don't tempt fate by claiming we will win, kiwis are cautious :)
Jubilee 45699 Galetea gets into its stride departing York on the Scarborough Spa Express. That three cylinder beat sounds good especially when working hard.
“School's out so it's the weekend everyday
From sun-up to sun-down in the hood we play
Our block party's jammin off the chain
We're lined up dancin' like we're on soul train
The live band sounds so good to me
With Derrick thumpin the bass
And Todd ticklin keys
Laron and Pat both droppin the beat
While Meshun and his boys supply the harmony
I wish this day didn't have to end
But tomorrow will come and we'll do it again . . . “
Lyrics from “Good Ol’ Days” by Tamyra Gray
Tambour en éclats,
jongle le cœur tsigane,
vivre, c’est danser.
Drums crack through the night,
the juggler's soul spins with fire,
to live is to dance.
In the haunted forest, the trees they talk
The birds they cry, the ghosts they walk
Lovers are held close in the mist
Hearts beat fast, lips are kissed
Mystery swirls through the trees
Blown by fates ever changing breeze
Animals hide, as ghosts they walk
In the haunted forest, where the trees they talk
Colourful dancers entertains visitors to mall. Beautiful and colours boys and girls on stilts dance to beat of the drums. Pleasing experience indeed. We joined the fun.
The pulse of the night doesn’t beat in silence.
It echoes in electric rhythms, in bold glances, in bodies dancing unapologetically.
He doesn’t just mix music — he summons freedom through every speaker.
With the flag on his chest and fire in his hands.
This isn’t just a dance floor.
It’s a temple where every beat is a cry of self-love.
Where no one hides.
Where being is enough.
(Sira & Richard de Grataine)
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Thank you so much my dear oncologist for ordering
four more treatments to cure the big C.
Will I ever be this person again?
I have my doubts..
tiger lillies - beat me
I thank all my friends for the sympathy, coming from my heart!
♥♥♥
Soul listen to your heart beat. Heart beat under the moon knocking at your door ...... Don’t linger. Remember - the wind come from, is where you should go. Don’t worry about the journey. Just listen to your heart . I will guide you to reincarnation.
Minolta XD11, Kodak Tri-X, D-76
I took this photo as part of my first black/white film class.
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Погода была по-весеннему теплая. Мы неторопливо шли по тропинке к мысу Тобизина и щурились от знойных лучей заходящего солнца. Навстречу нам шли туристы, уже успевшие вдохнуть глоток прекрасных видов и теперь спешащие покинуть этот остров. Иногда нас обгоняли такие же авантюристы как мы, желающие проводить этот теплый день под шум волн и бокал вина. Медово-золотистые лучи солнца пробивались сквозь кроны деревьев, в которых щебетали птицы. Мне рассказывали о дальневосточных лисах, практически ручных, которые выходят на тропинку угоститься чем-нибудь у туристов. Этот красивый свет и рассказы лишь заставляли сердце биться сильнее в предвкушении, как перед первым свиданием. Возможно, вам трудно представить, что внешне спокойный и немного отстраненный человек со штативом и фотокамерой в руках очень азартен, но уверяю вас — это так!
На небе уже начали появляться розовые оттенки, когда перед нами открылся мыс во всем своем величии. С каждой минутой людей становилось меньше, ровно, как и времени на поиски композиции. Послышались первые сухие щелканья затворов камер, предвещающие открытие охоты на свет. С этого момента палитра небесных красок будет меняться буквально каждую секунду. Кадры один за другим будут залетать в карточку памяти, набивая ее красотой заката. И вот наконец солнце скрылось. Еще некоторое время я продолжал снимать и переходить с камерой от точки к точке, меняя ракурс. Но света уже нет, мир вокруг погружался в сон, а я просто продолжал смотреть на это великолепие. Постепенно трясущиеся от полученного адреналина руки успокоились, дыхание стало тише, и я достал термос с чаем. Несколько его глотков вернули меня к реальности, но искорки восхищения этим закатом еще долго будут бегать внутри меня, напоминая об увиденном чуде.
The weather was warm like spring. We leisurely walked along the path to Cape Tobizin and squinted from the sultry rays of the setting sun. Tourists were walking towards us, having already taken a breath of the beautiful views and now hurrying to leave this island. Sometimes we were overtaken by adventurers like us who wanted to spend this warm evening listening to the sound of the waves and drinking a glass of wine. Honey-golden rays of the sun made their way through the crowns of trees in which birds chirped. I was told about Far Eastern foxes, almost tame, who come out onto the path to treat themselves with something from tourists. This beautiful light and stories only made my heart beat faster in anticipation, like before a first date. It may be difficult for you to imagine that an outwardly calm and slightly aloof person with a tripod and camera in his hands is very passionate, but I assure you - this is so!
Pink hues had already begun to appear in the sky when the cape opened up before us in all its grandeur. With every minute there were fewer people, as well as time to search for a composition. The first dry clicks of camera shutters were heard, heralding the opening of the hunt for light. From now on, the palette of heavenly colors will change literally every second. One after another, frames will fly into my memory card, filling it with the beauty of the sunset. Finally, the sun has dipped below the horizon. For some time, I continued to shoot and move the camera from point to point, changing the composition. But the light was gone, the world around was falling asleep, and I just continued to look at this splendor. Gradually, my hands, shaking from the adrenaline I received, calmed down, my breathing became quieter, and I took out a thermos of tea. A few sips of it brought me back to reality, but sparks of admiration for this sunset will run inside me for a long time, reminding me of the miracle I saw.
Davina Michelle - Beat Me
(i do not own the rights to this music)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxYWTQXRIy4&ab_channel=HeySto...
Livin' in the fast lane
Tryna catch up with my own game
But the world is movin' fast
I know that at the end of day
When the ceiling keeps the night away
I made it home at last, oh, oh
Give me stress
Give me pressure
Make me crash
And I'll come back faster
Beat me till I'm in first
Beat me and make me work
I'll show you what I am worth
So beat me and make me first, ay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So beat me 'til I am first
Ready, set, go!
Shake me, wake me, make me
Pull up even faster, tracin' after
Everythin' that breaks me, aches me
Watch me pass it all
Love it when you shake me, quake me, make me
Pull up even faster, tracin' after
Everythin' that breaks me, aches me
I'ma race it all, hey
Beat me 'til I am first
Beat me and make me work
I'll show you what I am worth
So beat me and make me first, ay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, 'til I am first
Oh, oh, oh, oh, 'til I am first
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Beat me and make me first, ay
I know that 'til the end of time
I will never meet the finish line
But I'll come home at last
Tambour en éclats,
jongle le cœur tsigane,
vivre, c’est danser.
Drums crack through the night,
the juggler's soul spins with fire,
to live is to dance.
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Cirque Imagine Lyon.
Ten minutes before sundown and I knew that if I stopped my hasty retreat off the hills to take a shot of this storm pelting down over Cheshire, then I'd be drenched by the rest of it that was approaching me from behind...so I stopped, as you do, got drenched, as you do, then sat in the rain pummelled car with a huge, wet Cheshire Cat grin on my face, as you do! :-)
With the heat index hitting 107F (41.6C) this afternoon, this margarita was just what was needed to cool off.
The barn swallow (Hirundo rustica) is the most widespread species of swallow in the world. It is a distinctive passerine bird with blue upperparts and a long, deeply forked tail. It is found in Europe, Asia, Africa and the Americas. In Anglophone Europe it is just called the swallow; in Northern Europe it is the only common species called a "swallow" rather than a "martin".
There are six subspecies of barn swallow, which breed across the Northern Hemisphere. Four are strongly migratory, and their wintering grounds cover much of the Southern Hemisphere as far south as central Argentina, the Cape Province of South Africa, and northern Australia. Its huge range means that the barn swallow is not endangered, although there may be local population declines due to specific threats.
The barn swallow is a bird of open country that normally uses man-made structures to breed and consequently has spread with human expansion. It builds a cup nest from mud pellets in barns or similar structures and feeds on insects caught in flight. This species lives in close association with humans, and its insect-eating habits mean that it is tolerated by humans; this acceptance was reinforced in the past by superstitions regarding the bird and its nest. There are frequent cultural references to the barn swallow in literary and religious works due to both its living in close proximity to humans and its annual migration. The barn swallow is the national bird of Estonia.
For more information, please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barn_swallow
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