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Sha ta co-ti os cum-na ridh na
Sha ta co-ti o nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co-ti os cum-na-ridh na
Nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Come my love our world's would part
The gods will guide us across the dark
Come with me and be mine my love
Stay and break my heart
From the shores through the ancient mist
You bear the mark of my elven kiss
Clear the way, I will take you home
To eternal bliss
Sha ta co-ti os cum-na ridh na
Sha ta co-ti o nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co-ti os cum-na-ridh na
Nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co-ti os cum-na ridh na
Sha ta co-ti o nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co-ti os cum-na-ridh na
Nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Tír na nÓg oh, come beyond the ancient fog
Tír na nÓg oh, come with me to Tír na nÓg
Far away from the land you knew
The dawn of day reaches out to you
Though it feels like a fairy tale
All of this is true
Run with me, have a look around
We build our life of a sacred ground
Come my love, our world's may part
We'll be safe and sound
Sha ta co-ti os cum-na ridh na
Sha ta co-ti o nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co-ti os cum-na-ridh na
Nu-ga Tír na nÓg
Tír na nÓg oh, come beyond the ancient fog
Tír na nÓg oh, come with me to Tír na nÓg
Time won't follow the path we came
This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls . . .
~Margaret Atwood
Chicane
Come Tomorrow
If I talked to god he’d tell me why
There’s something going on
Dark people walking by
This morning is the day after the next
Escape my only dream
Cos I’m the only one again
But life is better spent inside your world
Butterfly that sings
Causes me to fall once more
Tomorrow you are only half a friend
Machines control your mind
And neon strips above my head
Come tomorrow, come tomorrow
There’s never been an answer
There’s always someone else to follow
And you are coming down, and you are coming down
Giving me the reasons for your lies
And when you turn me inside out
Don’t know what you feel or dream about
And then you take me upside down
Remember my face, my name, my town
When i think of god he knows my mind
I’m wondering what’s wrong
What will the devil find
Tomorrow you will find there’s no way out
With nowhere left to turn
There’s no place left to hide from him
In a city made of sand
We found our way out
But without a helping hand
We’re free
Turn me inside out
Don’t know what you dream about
Take me upside down
Take me, take me
And you turn me inside out
Don’t know what you dream about
Alena does her best "come hither" gaze. She's wearing one of my pieces -- red velvet rondelles wire-wrapped between gunmetal and silver chainmail blossoms. Photo by Jessica Cargill, modeled by Alena Armstrong.
Part of the "Vampire Night" series.
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E va bene, era scivolato dall’onda. Non la cavalcava più. Ma stava arrivando un’altra onda, lo sapeva.
Aveva appena cominciato a incresparsi e lui aveva ancora le forze per prenderla, farsi portare in alto e cavalcarla.
(W. Smith)
.... a single Beech leaf had come to rest in a little pool of water that had collected in a branch scar on a fallen Beech tree.
We had a heavy downpour this afternoon and after it stopped it cleared up and I decided to go for a quick walk ...... and yes it poured down again!!
Stay Safe and Healthy Everyone!
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The stairs of Leeds Corn exchange.
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30 sec. f/8 @ 10mm
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When You Come
Crowded House
And why underneath the Heavens
With the stars burning and exploding
I know why I could never let you down
She came out of the water
Into my horizon
Like a cumulo nimbus
Coming in from the distance
Burning and exploding
Burning and exploding
Like a slow volcano
When you come
Cover the ground with ashes, with ashes
Baby, when you come
Nothing changes, now
When you come
Burning and exploding
When you come
When you come
2.5 hours of star trailing this morning in Bombo Quarry. Had some great company, and got a good ol unexpected soaking as well at 4:15am in the morning.
A great way to spend a few hours....luckily it was 10 deg Celcius in the quarry, so it made it a little bit easier to bear wearing a pair of soaked jeand for the best part of 3 hours till the sun came up.
Anyhow, this image is a composite of just over 200 frames for the stars, and one 2 min frame at sunrise for the horizon and quarry foreground and water.
Hope you like "When You Come"....cheers, Mike
PGT Challenge - Mood
I spotted the sunlight, streaming through the blinds, hitting the glass door knob to the back room of my house. It gets the morning light. To me the mood was inviting me to come in and soak up the sun on a cold winter's morning.
When they took that sign down there were hopes it would find a new home elsewhere. But no; it's memorialized on a mural along with other bits of Brooklyn history, but that's it. Gowanus, Brooklyn
I will have to start rationing flickr uploads as Brisbane has just been declared a National Level Hotspot with a three day emergency lockdown starting tonight. Of course, there has been immediate panic buying and toilet paper has no doubt run out already, even though shopping is permitted. Apparently the lines at supermarkets are way long - will people not listen and learn? In fact, as I write this my wife has shown me an online news story of supermarkets in Brisbane stripped bare.
A Quarantine Hotel worker tested positive to the new, more transmittable UK mutant of the virus and before symptoms, caught trains, went shopping etc. etc. So we are now suddenly the centre point of Australian COVID focus with borders locked all over the country to Queenslanders and who would blame them? One just has to look at the Melbourne lesson and what is happening with utter chaos and high death rates in the UK right now. Do the right thing, protect yourself. This thing does not take prisoners, especially among the vulnerable.
National Cabinet has decided that return overseas travel numbers are to be reduced with some 46000 Australians still waiting to come home, many from the UK and pre-flight testing and quarantine protocols to be enhanced. We have suddenly many people in isolation with the UK variant from returned travellers.
We should have expected it, this is a smart and deadly disease and just a molecular amount will start a forest fire.
Meanwhile, back at the farm, a photo jaunt for tomorrow with friends has been cancelled. Mind you, it's raining, windy, inclement at the moment but we will never knock rain.
These ducks make their home at College's Crossing on the Brisbane River near Ipswich, no doubt all rather oblivious to the world at war around them.
Kingdom Come.
An archive shot from end of last season, Ulsfjord, Northern Norway March 11th 2011.
This is the type of shot some fellow landscape photographers of mine would characterize as a "brain damaged composition" ;) -
Still, no time to think composition here, more about just documenting the majestic phenomenon!
I can feel I am getting so ready now for upcoming aurora season!
Canon EOS 5D Mark II + Samyang 14mm
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Ole
Quiet lakes and wetlands come alive with the breezy whistle of the American Wigeon, a dabbling duck with pizzazz. Breeding males have a green eye patch and a conspicuous white crown, earning them the name "bald plate." Females are brushed in warm browns with a gray-brown head and a smudge around the eye. Noisy groups congregate during fall and winter, plucking plants with their short goose-like bill from wetlands and fields or nibbling plants from the water's surface. Despite being common, their populations are declining. The best time to see American Wigeons in the Lower 48 is from August through April. The oldest American Wigeon reported was at least 21 years and 4 months old. (allaboutbirds.org)
Saw this dazzling duck at Irvine Park, in southern California.
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The magic of fall colors come alive in Naperville, IL.......hence, the title! (also borrowed from The Greatest Showman for those that love music!) I wasn't sure if I liked this version or the tighter crop in the first comment box.
This Fairy Gate is GORGEOUS .. and comes with several single female poses and about 6 couple poses~
HURRY its at the Trunk show through the 18th!!
Heart leaves...
Come foglie
E’ piovuto il caldo
Ha squarciato il cielo
Dicono sia colpa di un’estate come non mai
Piove e intanto penso
Ha quest’acqua un senso
Parla di un rumore
Prima del silenzio e poi…
E’ un inverno che va via da noi
Allora come spieghi
Questa maledetta nostalgia
Di tremare come foglie e poi
Di cadere al tappeto?
D’estate muoio un po’
Aspetto che ritorni l’illusione
Di un’estate che non so…
Quando arriva e quando parte,
Se riparte?
E’ arrivato il tempo
Di lasciare spazio
A chi dice che di spazio
E tempo non ne ho dato mai
Seguo il sesto senso
Della pioggia il vento
Che mi porti dritta
Dritta a te
Che freddo sentirai
E’ un inverno che è già via da noi
Allora come spieghi
Questa maledetta nostalgia?
Di tremare come foglie e poi
Di cadere al tappeto?
D’estate muoio un po’
Aspetto che ritorni l’illusione
Di un’estate che non so…
Quando arriva e quando parte,
Se riparte?
E’ un inverno che è già via da noi
Allora come spieghi
Questa maledetta nostalgia?
Di tremare come foglie e poi
Di cadere al tappeto
D’estate muoio un po’
Aspetto che ritorni l’illusione
Di un’estate che non so…
Quando arriva e quando parte,
Se riparte?
E’ arrivato il tempo
Di lasciare spazio
A chi dice che di tempo
E spazio non ne ho
Dato mai