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I'm so sleepy and i still have so much homework to do, i must be going
march 23, 2009
p.s. NEW TESTIMONIAL
thank you miss!
Soundtrack // Bande-son: CODEINE ("Barely Real"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6_hYppGp8M
"All I want's to feel... That I'm BARELY REAL..."
"Un titre bien choisi pour une ambiance heureusement indéfinissable." (VINCENT / www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07/)
"Magique !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (FLORENCE.V / www.flickr.com/photos/flo59/)
"Tu es l'expert quand il s'agit d'arbre Regi, ce solitaire est assez surreal, j'aime beaucoup !" (Jean-Marc DEPREUX / www.flickr.com/photos/149003540@N04/)
"Nicely done. Love the diagonal road below the tree. Good use of texture." (LORIN CARY / www.flickr.com/photos/lorinleecary/)
"Moody beauty." (Dave LINSCHEID / www.flickr.com/photos/33083567@N02/)
Own texture.
In the most dismal of conditions in low mist with hardly any visibility, 35018, 'British India Line', crosses Ribblehead Viaduct working the Dalesman 1Z52 Chester-Carlisle charter. Having driven all the way from South Wales to make it for the shot, I was pleased at least to be able to get this in such dreadful conditions. Best viewed large.
Seems I was walking in the wrong direction
I barely recognize my own reflection
Oh, scared of love but scared of life alone
Seems I've been playing on the safe side baby
Building walls around my heart to save me
Oh, but it's time for me to let it go
Yeah I'm ready to feel now
No longer am I afraid of the fall down
It must be time to move on now
Without the fear of how it might end
I guess I'm ready to love again
A violet -not scented variety unfortunately.
Flypaper texture processing.
Hope your weekend is going well -I spent the day getting the glasshouse ready for tomato planting :-)
I photograph this tree just about every time I take my favorite hike along Lake Superior near Marquette. It's been battered pretty heavily from the winds along the shore, yet manages to hang in there Year after year.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6_hYppGp8M
Winter in Nordeutschland. Bürgerpark Bremen im Januar 2016
Inverno no norte da Alemanha. Tirada no Bürgerpark (Parque dos cidadãos) em Bremen em janeiro de 2016
As you know by now, I love when artists use music to tell a story, weaving the music and the lyrics into a tale filled with emotion and colours. Don McLean is one of those Artists who masterfully achieve this. Vincent is an Ode to the dutch painter Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1890). He struggled with mental illness all through his life and died at his own hands at the age of just 37. During his life, he barely sold any of his paintings. Which makes the fact that these days they are worth millions kind of a cruel joke. Don McLean weaved numerous paintings of VanGogh into his Lyrics, which is another nice touch
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy, linen land
Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
A kayaker cuts along the Hungarian banks of the Danube River.
Nikon D7500, Nikkor 18-300, ISO 360, f/10.0, 195mm, 1/250s
My spirits were lifted yesterday morning, with this sighting. I've barely been out looking for Snowy Owls and Short-eared Owls this winter and have only seen a few very distant birds. I've also missed a recent Long-eared Owl.
This was only the second 100% wild Barred Owl I’d ever seen. I had seen a family of them near Edmonton, when we went to see ones that had been banded. They were wild birds, but I still hoped to one day see a completely wild one (no nesting box). Yesterday’s owl was beautiful – crummy light, but I was so happy to see this owl. I still have to go through my photos, but grabbed this one for now. We very rarely see this species of owl within the city, so it was a real treat. Took a long walk before seeing it, and I'm still in agony this morning.
"The Barred Owl’s hooting call, “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?” is a classic sound of old forests and treed swamps. But this attractive owl, with soulful brown eyes and brown-and-white-striped plumage, can also pass completely unnoticed as it flies noiselessly through the dense canopy or snoozes on a tree limb. Originally a bird of the east, during the twentieth century it spread through the Pacific Northwest and southward into California." From AllAboutBirds.
The Tree of Life in Olympic National Park. This iconic spruce tree with its completely exposed roots has stood strong at the edge of the bluff through the years, somehow surviving gravity, coastal storms and erosion. Truly a miracle, but you can see it's been sinking slowly--there used to be enough space to stand underneath the roots, but it's now just inches from touching the ground. Apparently the last King tides pushed the driftwood logs in underneath and they're providing support to the tree. A symbol of resilience and overcoming life's challenges, it's a spiritual spot for many--on the day we were there, we met a lady with a very touching story--she had lost her husband just last year and after many months of grieving, was finally able to make the trip for healing and closure...I can definitely relate. I for one will be very sad if the tree should ever fall completely...
I wasn't sure at first if porcelain is classed as pottery, but thankfully it is. This tiny dish is raw, unglazed porcelain and was thrown by hand on a wheel. It's 1¼" in diameter and it's certainly a challenge to photograph! I found the feather and tiny white flower in the garden. Without them, you'd barely be able to see the main subject. :)
For this week's Macro Mondays group theme, Pick Two. This would fit either delicate or curved, but I'll go with delicate. My chosen words are, therefore, Delicate from List A and Pottery from List B.
N88XY, a Pilatus PC-12/47, at Saint-Barthelemy. "Baby Sexy", owned by SEXYjet LLC, was departing runway 10 at SBH / TFFJ.
Blue Cochin chickens are known for feathered feet, which kept them warm in their original habitat, the mountains of China. This one lives at Wright-Locke Farm, where she lays eggs and waddles around the enclosure. She's friendly, and likes to hang out with her fellow Cochins.
The nice weather was flying north-east, but on Tuesday I wanted to be more to the south-east. Considering the time, my compromise was to head east for making a photo of the RB37 between Neuss and Krefeld, that is operated with TRI rolling stock.
Under a threatening sky, with a subtle amount of sun barely lighting the scene, TRI E11 112 is seen heading the RB37 towards Neuss.
Bösinghoven, October 20, 2025.
End of my early and late summer series on railscapes.blog.
Not being super-familiar with the birds of Florida, it took some research to figure out that this is a "white ibis" and not a "glossy ibis."
Apparently juvenile white ibises are not very white at all. The deciding factors for this ID were the pinkish bill and the streaky neck.
JN "Ding" Darling NWR (Sanibel Island, FL)