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Once I had things set up I was good to go with all kinds of ideas. Setting it up to look right was a bit tough though. Got it done at any rate. Hope you like it.
Smile on Saturday
“And perhaps our lives are merely decorative, expendable items, a burst of fleeting color and nothing more.”
Haruki Murakami - First Singular Person
New month, new intentions, new goals, new love, new light, and new beginnings.
~ April Mae Monterrosa
Happy Canada Day to all my fellow Canadians!
First rays of sun, painting the cold winter peaks of Rila in warm bright red colors. I love the combination of cold and warm colors which winter sunsets/sunrises bring.
2:52 - Monotone
Early morning, very cold - shot between tall pines. Not sure why but this moon prompted me to drag out an ELP album. I've been humming "From the Beginning" for days:)
Maine has four distinct seasons and the winter moon is one reason why I love this time of year.
Thank you for taking time to comment and visit. Be well!
For 7DWF - Flora
Last night, another 25 cm of snow fell but that didn't stop our celebration of the beginning of spring, nor did this apricot tree start to bloom.
Have a nice day and thank you very much for visiting.
Flickr21Challenge#beginnings
smile on saturday
"RUSTY BEAUTY"
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️
During my sunrise photoshoot at the open air park Zaanse Schans all at a sudden the fog came in high speed. There was no time to think, just shoot. It was fascinating to experience that everything was 'gone' in the mist. By the way, do you see the 2 ducks in the foreground at the right side? Zaan area, 2020.
Again, I would like to thank everyone for your support, views, faves and comments!
As the new year starts its pace we have some hopes, dreams and wishes. It's always a new beginning. Human's wish of happiness lives forever.
Here's the photo of the first minutes of the new day. One of the best days of recent summer that we spent on the shores of Baikal lake in Siberia.
I wish you all the best in 2022, good trips, beautiful photos and peace inside.
Thank you for all the comments and faves, my friends.
The new year means a new beginning, like this group of young beech trees in the middle of a spruce forest.
There was a time when my homeland was covered with huge old beech forests. Forests that had grown over thousands of years. Not only were they the defining habitat, also for my ancestors, they were also an important part of our culture. My ancestors, the Germanic tribes, lived in these forests. The Romans can sing a song about how well adapted we were to this habitat.
The massive trunks of trees were the pillars of our cathedrals and our high priests read the signs from small sticks of beech wood (the beech stick formed later the the german word for letter).
But then came the industrial revolution and with it the insatiable hunger for fuel and fast-growing building materials and with it the invention of the spruce monoculture.
The forest fires and the bark beetle have been showing us how successful this grandiose idea was for several years. Human history is full of such overwhelming ideas and as you can currently see we are not through with them yet.
I'm all the happier when I see something like this. Young beeches, which establish their own biotope in the middle of the spruces and are getting ready to restore the old stable condition of the forest.
Unfortunately, this process will take another two or three hundred years and it will be difficult for me to photograph the final end result.
Das neue Jahr steht für einen Neuanfang, so wie diese Gruppe aus jungen Buchen mitten in einem Fichtenwald.
Es gab eine Zeit, da war meine Heimat bedeckt von riesigen alten Buchenwäldern. Wälder, die über tausende Jahre gewachsen waren. Sie waren nicht nur der bestimmenden Lebensraum, auch für meine Vorfahren, sie waren auch ein wichtiger Bestandteil unserer Kultur. In diesen Wäldern lebten meine Vorfahren, die germanischen Stämme. Die Römer können ein Lied davon singen, wie gut wir an diesen Lebensraum angepasst waren.
Die massiven Baumstämme waren die Säulen unserer Kathedralen und unsere hohen Priester lasen die Zeichen aus kleinen Stäben aus Buchenholz (daher schreiben wir mit Buchstaben - Buchen Stäbe).
Doch dann kam die industrielle Revolution und mit ihr der unstillbare Hunger nach Brennstoff und schnell wachsendem Baumaterial und mit ihm die Erfindung der Fichtenmonokultur.
Wie erfolgreich diese grandiose Idee war beweissen uns seit einigen Jahren die Waldbrände und der Borkenkäfer. Die menschliche Geschichte in voll von solchen überwältigenden Ideen und wie man gerade sieht, sind wir damit auch bis heute noch nicht durch.
Um so mehr freue ich mich, wenn ich so etwas sehe. Junge Buchen, die in Mitten der Fichten ein eigene Biotop begründen und sich bereit machen, den alten stabilen Zustand des Waldes wieder herzustellen.
Bedauerlicherweise wird dieser Prozess noch zwei-, dreihundert Jahre dauern und es wird schwer für mich das finale Endergebnis zu fotografieren.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catrch.de
… I think I run away sometimes
Whenever I get too vulnerable
That's not your fault (Yeah)
… See I wanna stay the whole night
I wanna lay with you 'til the sun's up
I wanna let you inside
Oh, heaven knows I've tried
… I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
I find when writing music that i dive into imagination. I create stories and lives based on bits of others lives. What does this have to do with this fence?
Does a crooked person build a crooked fence?
Happy Fence Friday
今週末はとっても天気がいいのであちこちの公園に行ってみました。
こんな世の中でも「府中の森公園」に春は来ていました。
みんな嬉しくなって梅にスマホをかざしています。
The weather was very nice this weekend so I went to various parks.
Even in such a world, spring has come to "Fuchu Forest Park".
Everyone was happy and was shooting plums on their smartphones.