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“I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.”
But unfortunately this was at dusk and very little light. Plus, I would click....he would move....I would follow slowly and quietly, he would move! He had his eye on the fish below! So not the best but since my first...it is my best! lol.
Masai Mara National Reserve
Kenya
East Africa
Happy early Caturday!!! But late, because I discovered yesterday was International Cheetah Day Dec. 4, 2025.
The world’s fastest land animal is racing against extinction. Help us win the race! The global population of cheetah now numbers less than 7000 adult individuals. Currently on the IUCN red list as vulnerable.
Dr. Laurie Marker designated December 4th as International Cheetah Day. The annual celebration was set in remembrance of a cheetah cub named Khayam, that she raised at Wildlife Safari in Winston, Oregon. She then moved to Namibia and continued her work there.
The cheetah (Acinonyx jubatus) is a large cat of the subfamily Felinae that occurs in North, Southern and East Africa, and a few localities in Iran.
It inhabits a variety of mostly arid habitats like dry forests, scrub forests, and savannahs.
The species suffered a substantial decline in its historic range in the 20th century due to habitat loss, poaching for the illegal pet trade, and conflict with humans. By 2016, the global cheetah population has been estimated at approximately 7,100 individuals in the wild.
Several African countries have taken steps to improve cheetah conservation measures. - Wikipedia
Sunflowers & Lavenders…Opposite beauties but perfect harmony….complementary, interconnected and interdependent existence… One of the best colour combinations in Provence…. BeNowMeHere, Valensole, Provence, France, 2015 via 500px bit.ly/1nuY2aI
I’m on a quest to photograph the covered bridges in Connecticut. Figured it had to be a few in my part of the state and sure enough this one is really not very far from where I grew up. None of us knew it existed until Google gave us the location. Probably no more than 15 minutes from my parents house. Can’t wait to photograph it with snow.
but the closest scrutiny of the photogenic drawing discloses only a more absolute truth, a more perfect identity of aspect with the thing represented :-)
Edgar Allen Poe
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peony, 'Krinkled White', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
I don't know, but it seems as though a booth right next to the door would be a good place for a vendor at an antiques fair; your stuff would be the first thing that potential customers see when they enter, and the last thing to tempt them before they walk out. But in this case, the woman with the stroller just walked right past without a glance. Oh well...
Michigan Antique & Collectible Festival
Davisburg, Michigan
May, 2016
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right before sunset we found a pride of 18 lions at the edge of the western sector of the Serengeti.
This is the largest of the 2 big males that rule this pride and there were also quite a number of young cubs in this pride.
This is a different pride than the previous lion posts of the western corridor. As mentioned with these posts we saw that other pride with 18 lions 4 or 5 times but there was never an adult male present.
male African Lion
panthera pardus
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"She stood where the sea met the fire of the heavens, not searching for answers, but finding the courage to face whatever lay beyond the horizon."
Prompt:
A solitary woman with very long, flowing brown hair, wearing an ethereal, off-the-shoulder white lace gown with sheer sleeves. Her back is to the viewer as she gazes out at the ocean. Her dress is intricate with delicate floral lace, flowing, and floor length.
A serene beach scene at sunset or sunrise. The ocean waves gently lap at the shore, and the wet sand reflects the intense colors of the sky. The background features a dramatic sky filled with fiery red and orange clouds, hinting at a powerful celestial event. There are dark silhouettes of rocks or land forms visible in the distance along the coastline.
The scene is dramatically lit by the setting or rising sun, casting a strong orange and red glow across the environment. The light is intense and directional, creating stark contrasts between brightly illuminated areas and deep shadows, I want this particularly on the her dress and the sand.
A medium shot with the woman positioned on the right side of the frame, facing left. The horizon line is low, emphasizing the vastness of the dramatic sky. The composition uses negative space with the left side dominated by the ocean, drawing attention to the woman and the breath taking sky.
*created in ChatGPT
*This one took awhile before I got it right, but im really pleased with the final results. Still learning, still dreaming, and still loving this new creative skill.
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission. From THE Book That Dreams.
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HFF! An oldie but a goodie and a small reprieve from all this hot weather, even if it is just a visual cool down! It was a beautiful ice storm that we had that year and finally when it stopped I remember I just HAD to get out and explore. We got lost and I couldn't even begin to try and remember how we got to this barn now. It's a beautiful one. I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Not so golden light, the hour is late, but the green fully compensates for it. Again, not much for the focus point or composition, just the peaceful spirit of the place. That and the memory of being there...
But you would like to be.
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➧ Hairbase - [MODULUS] Ward @TMD
➧ Goggles/Glasses - [SEKAI] High Voltage Goggles @Neo Japan
➧ Jacket - [CORDEWA] Corvette Jacket @TMD
➧ Bat - [SEKAI] Guard Bat @Mainstore
On Garry Street, in downtown Winnipeg, is the famed Windsor Hotel. Although a very small hotel, but an icon for many years, the Windsor is renowned for it's offering of blues, nothing but the blues, as the sign says.
Some of you may recall a partial view of this hotel from several months ago www.flickr.com/photos/specialagent/2437582396/in/set-7215...
...we are frantic busy...but Angel is trying to remain calm while we carry on...the countdown to Portland is on...and oh oh oh...so much much much to do!
It was just a very ordinary walk in the same Helsinki suburb surroundings, still with patches of ice here and there, but sun already was shining warmer and friendlier than a couple of weeks ago. And then behind a turn of the path opened a view over a little bay, and sunlight fell on the tops of last year dropworts in so marvelous angle that all the scene was flooded with light... I deliberately let the flare come into the photo, because it reveals the feeling from that moment like fairies would be dancing in the branches and chasing the winter away. :-)
But it is an art for all that :-)
Walker Evans
Justice Matters! No one is above the law!
Chimney Rock and Cliff, Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu, New Mexico
Ghost Ranch is a 21,000-acre (85 km2)[1] retreat and education center in Rio Arriba County in north central New Mexico, United States. It is about 65 miles northwest of Santa Fe and 14 miles from Abiquiu, the nearest community. In the later 20th century, it was the summer home and studio of artist Georgia O'Keeffe, as well as the subject of many of her paintings. It often serves as a location for movie production. Ghost Ranch is owned by the Presbyterian Church (USA) and leased to and managed by The National Ghost Ranch Foundation, Inc.
Ghost Ranch is known for a remarkable concentration of fossils, most notably that of the theropod dinosaur Coelophysis, of which it has been estimated that nearly a thousand individuals have been preserved in a quarry at Ghost Ranch.[2]
Crazy conspiracy theories linked to 5G mast...
5G Mast spread the coronavirus
5G Mast are a cover-up for depopulation
5G Mast are used to monitor us
5G Mast spread radiation
But even more absurd than any of those...
5G Mast are also a home for Kestrel Chicks!
Haha., that last one really made me laugh!
Surely can't be true!!
Can it?
"She was peering over the bench, trying to sneak up behind him, but ended up giggling when he obviously noticed her presence. Walking around to the end of the bench, she crawled over the arm and up towards him like a cat."
Northern Wheatear - Oenanthe oenanthe
The northern wheatear or wheatear (Oenanthe oenanthe) is a small passerine bird that was formerly classed as a member of the thrush family Turdidae, but is now more generally considered to be an Old World flycatcher, Muscicapidae. It is the most widespread member of the wheatear genus Oenanthe in Europe and Asia.
The northern wheatear is a migratory insectivorous species breeding in open stony country in Europe and Asia with footholds in northeastern Canada and Greenland as well as in northwestern Canada and Alaska. It nests in rock crevices and rabbit burrows. All birds spend most of their winter in Africa.
The northern wheatear makes one of the longest journeys of any small bird, crossing ocean, ice, and desert. It migrates from Sub-Saharan Africa in spring over a vast area of the Northern Hemisphere that includes northern and central Asia, Europe, Greenland, Alaska, and parts of Canada. In autumn all return to Africa, where their ancestors had wintered. Arguably, some of the birds that breed in north Asia could take a shorter route and winter in south Asia; however, their inherited inclination to migrate takes them back to Africa.
Birds of the large, bright Greenland race, leucorhoa, makes one of the longest transoceanic crossings of any passerine. In spring most migrate along a route (commonly used by waders and waterfowl) from Africa via continental Europe, the British Isles, and Iceland to Greenland. However, autumn sightings from ships suggest that some birds cross the North Atlantic directly from Canada and Greenland to southwest Europe, a distance of up to 2,500 kilometres (1,600 mi). Birds breeding in eastern Canada are thought to fly from Baffin Island and Newfoundland via Greenland, Ireland, and Portugal to the Azores, crossing 3,500 kilometres (2,200 mi) of the North Atlantic) before flying onwards to Africa. Other populations from western Canada and Alaska migrate by flying over much of Eurasia to Africa.
Miniature tracking devices have recently shown that the northern wheatear has one of the longest migratory flights known - 30,000 km (18,640 miles), from sub-Saharan Africa to their Arctic breeding grounds.
No, ya no puedo quedarme aquí
Esta vida no es para mí
Yo quiero vivir con amor
Con mi gente abajito del sol
Con las olas y el amanecer
Como un niño jugando otra vez
Sin parar de correr después...
I've probably gone too far in different directions when I can't think of a single group this is appropriate for.
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Sweet and kind, but don't ever hurt her brother or face her wrath!
Skin, Eyes and Bamboo:
Psycho Pills - Nezuko Skin // Evo X @TOKYO ZERO
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Hair:
[monso] Natasha Hair @monso Hair
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toksik - Jihi Kimono @Toksik
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nezuko bow @Marketplace
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Conwy Town, Aberconwy, North Wales.
Conwy coordinates... 53.28°N 3.83°W
Conwy is a town rich in history, which much of it still preserved within the walls and traditional structures of its buildings. In the heart of it is the mighty 13th-century castle, whose walls encapsulate this remarkable medieval town.
Conwy Castle and the town walls were built, on the instruction of Edward I of England, between 1283 and 1289, as part of his conquest of the principality of Wales. The church standing in Conwy has been marked as the oldest building in Conwy and has stood in the walls of Conwy since the 14th century. However, the oldest structure is part of the town walls, at the southern end of the east side. Here one wall and the tower of a Llys [palace/court house] belonging to Llywelyn the Great and his grandson Llywelyn ap Gruffydd have been incorporated into the wall. Built on a rocky outcrop, with an apsidal tower, it is a classic, native, Welsh build and stands out from the rest of the town walls, due to the presence of four window openings. It dates from the early 13th century and is the most complete remnant of any of his Llys.
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but i have sore eyes from allergies . sigh
Thanks a lot for your visits, comments, faves, invites, etc ... Always very much appreciated !