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I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
This picture brings to my mind a poem, a favourite of my mother's actually, written by Florbela Espanca, a Portuguese poetess of the early 20th century. I couldn't find a satisfactory English translation so I made my own. The power of the words will be lost but the meaning is preserved, I think.
Vain Wishes
I wish I were the Sea of lofty demeanour
Singing and laughing, the immense vastness!
I wish I were the mindless Stone,
The stone on the path, coarse and strong!
I wish I were the Sun, the intense light,
The bliss of the humble not favoured by fortune!
I wish I were the Tree, rugged and dense
Laughing at the vain world, indeed at death itself!
Yet, the Sea also weeps in sorrow…
The trees as well, as if in prayer,
Open their arms to the heavens, like a believer!
And the lofty and mighty Sun, after one day,
Sheds in its agony tears of blood!
And the Stones… those… everyone steps on them.
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Florbela Espanca committed suicide on her 36th birthday. More information to be found on en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florbela_Espanca
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Leica M10-M, Apo-Summicron 2.0/75 Asph., Affinity Photo 2, EI 1250 ISO, 1/250s, f/11
A conversion to black & white using Silver Efex Pro 2 where I used a Titanium Toner and the worked with color filters to bring out a much richer tonal contrast for the final image on this overcast and rainy day.
A view from Diablo Lake Overlook in Ross Lake National Recreation Area.
Bringing Baby Food.
Female Purple Martin at Bombay Hook NWR, bringing insects to feed its babies. Many martins starved to death and abandoned their nests because the insect bloom was delayed because of the very cold wet spring. So it excellent to see the martins successfully raising second if late broods
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The asparagus bed after a shower of rain. This is a crop from a larger shot, the plants were so sparkly that the camera and I had problems focussing on anything.
"Don’t Bring Me Flowers When I Am Dead" by Juan Olivarez
Don’t bring me flowers when I am dead,
Come see me today, while I’m sick in bed.
Don’t cry for me, when I’m no longer here,
Come smile with me, no need for tears.
Don’t try to remember how I used to be,
Come by today and you can see.
Make good use of time, while I’m still around,
Don’t wait for tomorrow, when I’m in the ground.
And don’t give me a funeral fit for a king,
The day I die everyone should sing.
Because you saw me through sorrow and strife,
And yes my friends, all through my life.
For Twelfth Night, I bring you this thoughtful heron standing on a frozen lake. This being New York, there is a floating island decorated with Christmas trees in the background. A seasonal photograph taken at the Harlem Meer, Central Park, New York.
Wearing the Zenith Hat from Vae Victis. Bring the fashion to your church or church up your fashion. IDK just go to Warehouse and get this.
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[20:50] Gaston Khandr walks in from the empty pool hall and sees Sable standing in the living room. He grins as he looks over her outfit "Hey" he says as he moves ot the dridge to grab a beer.
[20:52] Sable Levee looks up as seeing Ston happy to see him but not saying as much," hey Ston..." golden eyes watching him as hips swing back and forth
[20:54] Gaston Khandr downing half a can of beer, he tosses a second one towards Sable, for her to catch or let splatter on the floor. Walking towards her he says "How you healing up? I heard about your adventure."
[20:55] Sable Levee catches the beer as it is tossed bruising along body still their but fading," am alright. So ya spoke to Tank?"
[20:57] Gaston Khandr shakes his head as he plops down onto the sofa "No, just got a text that you had been cracked up pretty bad." He opens his arms for you to come closer "What happenned? You can usually spot a psycho a mile away"
[20:59] Sable Levee walks over as climbs up onto your lap," well that big fucker said he had something for ya. Had just thought he was looking for an piece of my cunt and was gonna make some credits on him" shifting hips as gets comfortable
[21:01] Gaston Khandr grunts a little bit at her answer and asks "Who was this big fucker? Or were you too fried to remember?"
[21:04] Sable Levee frowns some as snorts," I remember.." hand sliding into your jacket as talks," said his name was Chuck. He owned that bar..four whores or something. He wanted to make sure I remembered to tell ya. As you were not around I told Tank.." pausing then not sure if you will hit her or not
[21:07] Gaston Khandr scowls at Sable a moment, knowing the Four Horseman bar well as he's had too many drinks there. He asks "You sure he's the owner of that shit hole?" Ston's face then goes a little blank in shock as Sable caresses his chest under his jacket "He wanted me to know who fucked you over?"
[21:11] Sable Levee just snorts an little more as golden eyes flash at Ston," well ya that is what he told me. I told him to fuck off and he banged my head into wall some saying he could give me the full message. " wriggling fingers as search your pocket," yes he want to be sure ya knew was him. Gloated it almost as if he wanted ya to come find him"
[21:15] Gaston Khandr nods with a loud grunt, scowling as he thinks over the meaning of your words. Finally his scowl turns into a frown and then a smile as he looks into your golden eyes "Well, I'll have to see what this fucker wants from me." He runs his fingers through your hair, letting you search his so far empty pockets to your own desire all you want.
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[21:19] Sable Levee fowns as fingers find nothing but lint mostly in your pockets as hand slides outwards," ya well hit the fucker for me.." still pissed of how big male had punched her." oh and I want his cowboy hat.."
[21:22] Gaston Khandr kisses your neck and says "I'll see, not a good idea to piss off rich shit heads even if they take their fun out with your blood."
[21:24] Sable Levee frowns sorting," what do i care if pisses him off"
[21:26] Gaston Khandr bites your lip and throws you to the floor. Wit ha grin he pulls out of his back pocket a small back of nip and drops it on you "I care if it hurts the family, remember that." and he walks out without a word
I am so fed up with all the grey skies and all the rain, a nice holiday, some where hot with lots of sunshine would be great right now.
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Ex-LMS Black 5, 45407 'The Lancashire Fusilier' puts in a rather atmospheric display as it climbs the 1 in 48 to Beasdale summit with a Jacobite service 29/09/2025
Povero Sonny ...
Povero giovane orsetto dal grande testone...era poco più di un cucciolo, si affacciava alla vita solitaria, nei suoi primi tempi da individuo indipendente, senza la mamma .
Inesperto e fiducioso, muoveva i suoi passi nel bosco e nelle valli.
Lui non dormiva al sicuro in qualche tana, ma girovagava in cerca di cibo.
Il bel sonno del letargo non ha protetto Sonny.
Peccato si sarebbe salvato.
Le invernate miti, infatti, hanno ormai confuso e influenzato il ciclo naturale degli orsi.
Il loro ritmo sonno/veglia, legato alle stagioni, si è alterato.
L'incontro da lontano con due persone gli è costato la vita... per aver solo incrociato lo sguardo del bipede tiranno .
Non ha mai fatto male a nessuno Sonny. Condannato, braccato e freddato a fucilate per non aver fatto niente.
Tutto in modalità rapida come conviene ai vili che agiscono a tradimento.
Un esecuzione contestuale all'emissione del decreto di uccisione, senza lasciare spazio alla società civile di impostare un' azione volta a salvarlo, ricorrendo al Tar.
Ucciso perché confidente, perché si serviva dei cassonetti sempre disponibili e mai modificati, ucciso perché anche i sentieri in Trentino non sono mai stati ben disciplinati e tutti possono spingersi ovunque, per poi creare allarmismi collettivi.
Mentre gli orsi non hanno più una zona sicura e devono solo scomparire.
Presi i denari del progetto di reintroduzione Life Ursus, ora i plantigradi sono di troppo in quelle valli e forse di intralcio per qualche altro disegno che porta soldi .
Il suo giudice e carnefice è il Presidente della tristissima Provincia autonoma di Trento, Fugatti, determinato a farli fuori tutti.
Questo soggetto ostile e sprezzante della vita dei selvatici, ricorderà bene questi giorni. Segneranno la sua esistenza perché tutto il Paese ha conosciuto bene il suo cinismo, la sua ossessione fuori controllo per queste creature e verrà ricordato come l'odiatore degli orsi, aguzzino dalle doppiette e dagli ergastoli facili ...
Re indiscusso del Casteller.
Ruth Lemma
Poor Sonny...
Poor young bear with the big head... he was little more than a puppy, he was facing a solitary life, in his early days as an independent individual, without his mother.
Inexperienced and confident, he took his steps in the woods and valleys.
He did not sleep safely in some den, but wandered around looking for food.
The beautiful sleep of hibernation did not protect Sonny.
Too bad he would have been saved.
The mild winters, in fact, have now confused and influenced the natural cycle of bears.
Their sleep/wake rhythm, linked to the seasons, has altered.
The encounter with two people from afar cost him his life... for just having met the gaze of the bipedal tyrant.
He never hurt anyone Sonny. Condemned, hunted down and shot dead for doing nothing.
All in rapid mode as befits cowards who act treacherously.
An execution at the same time as the issuing of the killing decree, leaving no room for civil society to take action aimed at saving him, resorting to the TAR.
Killed because he was confident, because he used the bins that were always available and never modified, killed because even the paths in Trentino have never been well regulated and anyone can go anywhere, and then create collective alarmism.
While bears no longer have a safe area and just have to disappear.
Having taken the money from the Life Ursus reintroduction project, now the plantigrades are too many in those valleys and perhaps an obstacle to some other project that brings money.
His judge and executioner is the President of the very sad autonomous province of Trento, Fugatti, determined to kill them all.
This hostile and contemptuous subject of the life of wild animals will remember these days well. They will mark his existence because the whole country knew well his cynicism, his out of control obsession with these creatures and he will be remembered as the hater of bears, a tormentor with doubles and easy life sentences...
Undisputed king of Casteller.
Ruth Lemma
A Common Tern { Sterna hirundo } is carrying a freshly caught fish for his mate
Long Island, New York
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