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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.
Edensor (pronounced ‘Enzer’) is a small but pretty village situated within the grounds of the Chatsworth House estate in the Peak District National Park.
The original village was recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086, at which time it was located along the River Derwent, where the buildings were visible from Chatsworth House. This view displeased the then Duke of Devonshire, William Cavendish, however, and between 1838 and 1842 the entire village was dismantled. Many of the residents were moved to the nearby Chatsworth villages of Beeley and Pilsley, and the planning and building of a new village, over the brow of a hill and out of sight of Chatsworth House, was managed by the famed architect Sir Joseph Paxton.
Only one of the houses, Park Cottage, was allowed to remain in its original position, reputedly because its elderly tenant at the time did not want to move and the Duke took pity on him.
The village is made up of a charming, slightly eccentric mixture of different house styles, from Tudor to Norman, with Swiss-style cottages and Italian-style villas. Rumour has it that the architect who worked with Paxton to produce the designs for the houses, John Robertson, presented the Duke with a selection of house styles to choose from at a time when he was particularly busy, and the Duke – rather distractedly – chose ‘one of each’.
The original church of St Peter’s dated back to the 12th Century. However, in the mid-19th Century it was rebuilt and expanded for the 7th Duke of Devonshire, and its beautiful spire now dominates the skyline. The churchyard contains a number of graves of the Chatsworth’s Cavendish family, including a memorial to Kathleen Kennedy, sister of the former US president John F Kennedy, who was the wife of William Cavendish, Marquess of Hartington. The churchyard also contains the grave of Sir Joseph Paxton, the famous architect of the Crystal Palace in London.
This is the split rail fence that borders a portion of the Mill Valley Dog Park and is probably the most colorful fence you'll find anywhere, with lichen growing along its entire length.
I don't know what Flickr has done with the EXIF data, but I set the aperture at f22 for this shot, in order to get the entire length of the fence in sharp focus. Whatever Flickr's problem is, I hope they fix it soon because, whenever I see an interesting image, I immediately check the EXIF data to see how the shot was accomplished, and I really miss not having it.
HFF!
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!
This is a nice salmon colored boathouse with a comfortable looking bench. Why is the color salmon everywhere I look this year? Maybe I need to have my eyes checked. Maybe it is just tan with a little pink in it ... but that’s salmon, right?
Anyway, it was a nice day to be out in the boat. It was choppy but the temperature was so pleasant.
Taken on the Corottoman River in the Northern Neck of Virginia. HBM
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
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Common in name and number, but each one unique in my eyes and still inspiring joy and intrigue.
These common crow butterflies seem to favour resting on the trails of tears succulent I have. This past week I've seen one or two there every day.
Also known as the oleander butterfly due to them laying their eggs on the leaves of plants that have a milky sap such as oleander and two species of fig, amongst others.
This is specifically Euploea core ssp. corinna.
Wingspan around 90 mm.
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Winter sunrises have been a bit subdued this year ....but ....last Thursday ...the day began with some color and flamboyance ...
I am absent but at the bottom of this absence
There is waiting for myself
And this waiting is another mode of presence
waiting for my return
I am in other objects
I'm on a trip giving a little of my life
To certain trees and certain stones
who have waited many years
They got tired of waiting for me and sat down
I am not and I am
I am absent and I am present on standby
They would want my language to express themselves
And I would like theirs to express them
Here is the mistake, the atrocious mistake
heartbreaking pitiful
I'm getting into these plants
I'm leaving my clothes
My meats are falling
And my skeleton is covered with bark
I am becoming a tree
How many times have I turned into other things...
It is painful and full of tenderness
I could give a shout but the transubstantiation would be frightened
We must be silent, wait in silence
by Vicente Huidobro
Frogmore, Frogmore (233, 55, 26) - Moderado
I've often discovered that the smallest things in life are pretty powerful. This small cluster of blossoms were waving about in the breeze, all the while calling attention to themselves. I could almost hear them shouting, 'Take our picture.' I thought I should oblige them.
Macro Mondays -- Theme "Handmade"
When this theme was announced I knew I would use a Christmas ornament. Choosing which one was a problem though for I have waaaaaay too much Christmas stuff and a lot of it is handmade. I settled on this one made of two nuts glued together then painted and dressed.
The ornament is about 2.5" tall but the portion of it shown is only about 1.5".
* A view of Moraine Lake but sadly missing the famous view of the “Valley of Ten peaks” that should be in the background of the shot, the ten peaks are hidden by thick low cloud . It was pretty disappointing not to see that iconic landscape at its best but the colour of the lake is still pretty incredible I used a tripod for this shot so I was at least able to keep the ISO fairly low I did not adjust the colour
The weather was pretty hopeless while we were in the Lake Louise area .I had been expecting to take lots of photographs but persistent low cloud mist and rain put paid to that. We got about an hour of dry weather at Moraine Lake and we had two visits to Lake Louise but it was raining on both occasions . The other thing about the area is there are far too many people visiting . I walked round Emerald Lake in Yoho National Park on the same day that I took this shot. The lake was almost as beautiful there were hardly any people and it was dry. So three cheers for Yoho
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I spent a good hour with this fellow, lots of photos with branches in the way but managed a few I am pretty happy with, more to come.
A beautiful but isolated place to live with great views over RIngstead Bay and across to Portland. We walked on from here to Osmington Mills and eventually Weymouth.
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but very full of texture.
At Islibhig in the wild west of the Isle of Lewis.
Single shot HDR in Photomatix with additional processing in Topaz Studio 2.
Hoping to find some waterfowl to photograph, I headed out to the lake. The birds were not cooperating (as in there were none to be seen).
A half hour later and only a few gulls in the distant sky. I was ready to head home, and then the sun started to set. At least I was able to capture the reflection of the sunlit trees on the water.
Not my usual flavor. But once in a while, why not?
Sponsored:
Backdrop: Sewer Lobby by Dirty Rat. You can find it now at Engine Room, and afterwards at the Dirty Rat MP Store.
Guard Body: Automaton by Somnium, available at Engine Room, and afterwards at the Somnium Mainstore.
Outfit: Steam Engineer by Asteroid Box, available at Engine Room, and afterwards at the AsteroidBox Mainstore.
Face Scars: Scarred by Cubic Cherry. You can find it now at Engine Room, and afterwards at the Cubic Cherry Mainstore.
Skin: Ted by Stray Dog, available at the Stray Dog Mainstore.
Other deets:
Head: Lelutka - Eon
Body: Legacy - Male
Tattoos: Vegas Tattoo - Declares the Lord
Arm Wraps: L'Emporio - Brave
Finger Wraps: L'Emporio - Kick it
All decor items by DRD: Acid Rain Lookout Post, Street Clutter, Constructed Outlook and City Signs (Heavily modified)
Pose made on Black Dragon by yours truly.
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... but not today! Buffalo on the Osage Tallgrass Prairie Preserve in NE Oklahoma. November 12, 2018.
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I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
(Vincent Van Gogh)
I'm here at 1:00 a.m., I do not know what time it is from you but I wish you a good night like this, bright and blue, with the adaptation of the piece extracted from the soundtrack of "Romeo and Juliet" (Franco Zeffirelli - 1968) Of Avion Travel
Original Music Nino Rota
Piccola Orchestra Avion Travel - Ai giochi addio
At this time let me be romantic; ))
My image and texture
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This is probably the most difficult photo manipulation I've ever done.. I was about to give up but I'm happy with how it turned out!
Here's a before and after!
I was happy to find some Painted Ladies on a meadow at the local nature reserve yesterday. They all looked a bit tattered but it was great to see them again as butterflies have been extremely scarce this spring.
There is no world without Verona wall , but purgatory torure hell itsele. Hence banished is banished from the world , end world's exile is death ........
William Shakespeare
In its own curious way, the ice and snow put some color back into what normally is a drab wintertime vista on Forbidden Drive in Philadelphia.
Drinking my Morning Coffee at Burrow's Coffe Co
Styling:
Outfit:
Head Nova by Lelutka
Skin Teresa by Mila
Hair Bianca by Doux
Cheryl Blazer with Belt by Giz Seorn
Lunar ascendant Rings by Astralia
cute Frappuccino ❤ [ Group Gift ] by Astralia
Pearl Anna Earrings by Rama
Real Fur Bag with Hand Pose by {amiable}
Pose Stella 5 by Besha
Thousands of years ago ...
He lay ...
but not sleep dear ..
His face is staring ...
and his frozen smile as if to say ...
"we are at war ...
we're fighting against the sun ...
For proof that we once existed ... and are on this earth ... "
It's been thousands of years ...
he is lying ..
but not sleep dear ..
a hole in his chest was still burning, like his spirit ...
His face is staring at the sky ...
and his frozen smile seemed to say
"I'm still so young ..."
That day is a day without a hero ...
a day that no one can help him ...
and he made a story
for this world ...
______________________rant 73, July 22.2019