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I have taken countless images of mist and morning fog over the years at Keefer Lake - a few others are in the first comment box.
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
On any get away to Sydney, we could visit countless places, today we shall get away to another time and era, for a visit to the Imperial Arcade. Here we find a heritage-listed Victorian-style retail arcade in the heart of the Sydney central business district. It is the only remaining arcade of its kind in Sydney.
Being three storeys high, the arcade has the traditional-styled protruding galleries, cedar staircases, tiled floors, cast iron balusters and timber framed shop fronts, under a prominent, tinted glass roof to reduce glare.
I love to stroll through the arcade, soak up the atmosphere and relish the beauty. People watching over a cup of coffee is always fun, and an opportunity to take a photo or two.
Campi sterminati di tarassaco dipingono di giallo le strade della pedemontana veneta, fra colline e vigneti
Buona giornata
#yellow #dandalion #alberi #trees #campo #field #veneto #pedemontana #nature #colors #treviso #marca #fiori #flowers
Made countless of pinky promises
But I’m still walking alone
Heard the same thing numerous times
But the things said to me, will they come true? (Already know)
Time passes too quickly
You think I don’t know what is right
I can accept bring hurt
I can accept failure
I can just let it go, oh yeah
Footsteps walking in the dark
Walking all alone
182 I feel my Enemies
But I keep walking
I am the only one on this road
Although I often feel a little cold
I already got used to being alone
Every time I lay on the floor, I believe
I can walk again
I am the only onе on this road
Although my heart feels a little painful
I already got usеd to being alone
Every time I lay on the floor, I believe
I can walk again
((王嘉爾 Jackson Wang - 一個人 Alone ))
Countless trips to this area over time had never produced something much to my tastes, but finally one morning with 45MPH winds kicking up dust and creating mood inspired clouds to appear in conjunction with a gap on the horizon creating ideal conditions for a single shot to come through shining and spectacular. This was the first time noticing game cameras in the location, which I've seen the park services doing more of in sensitive locations... the other being old growth trees, and special trees. Although it's nice to think there are some types of protections in place, the reality is, that much of our natural world is slowly being destroyed. That being said, much of this destruction is a result of accessibility, and the truly untamed and unexplored areas of our world, which still exist, are fantastic and available like no other time in human history. Over the last 10 years I've watched our photographer population expand exponentially, and the outdoors have become crowded with people that have successfully been influenced by some of these great and talented artists.
One of the countless and beautiful waterfalls in Oregon. This little grotto in late spring was simply magical! A slice of paradise in my book. The bright & sunny afternoon created some lovely dappled light but some harsh highlights as well. I feel like I've been working on this image in PS on-and-off since it was taken and it's time to just let it go . . . and move on! :-)
Thanks for taking a look. I've been away for a bit and trying to catch up with everyone!
There were countless rhododendron blooms on my hike in the Mount Hood wilderness last weekend. It was hard to choose just one photo of them so I may post more. This one is my favorite I think. The light was just right and some cool colors in the bokeh of the forest behind them was pleasant.
There are countless times when you will find Gerrie just hanging around somewhere.Minding his own business watching the goings on of others. An observer of things.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
When I was a child... I played countless hours with this train.
It was December 1979. I was 5 years old. We traveled to Germany to visit family. Every single morning, my uncle left a small toy car (Matchbox or Majorette) next to my bed, so I would have a present from him when I woke up. Every single morning! Well, with two exceptions: the first morning I found an amazing toy Caterpillar hydraulic shovel, and on Christmas I got from him this electric train.
Back in Buenos Aires I would spend full afternoons playing with the train and the cars, building cities around with Lego.
Almost 37 years later, this train is the only toy I brought to New York with me (just the locomotive, the rest of the cars and the tracks are still in Buenos Aires). I did bring back last Summer some Matchbox cars that a childhood friend found in his home and returned to me. Pictures of two of those are in my photostream a month or two back.
Needless to say this is one of the most fond memories I keep from that age. It was really nice to take the locomotive out of the box and play with it once more (yes, finding the right angle for the shot now qualifies as playing with the toy! In fact, the angle I chose is one my eyes would see often while playing).
HMM to all!
The relaxing atmosphere and the countless pebbles on the beach in Etretat at afternoon, Normandie, France.
All the countless fellow living beings around
Do they believe in fate or destiny ?
Nay, but succumb to the summons of nature
Live, and leave unwailing
Yet I trow, it is our own acts
Which make or mar our lives,
Eternal, worthy, bright and alive
Noble souls of yore who dwelt
This Earth have examples set.
Realize thyself unto us is the call
Not for transient joys to enthral
Dismayed when unsuccessful
Not midway meet the end, and fall
Self worried and worrying all
The Life in us is a well
That never dries, bearing no ills
Birth or death, it is a portal
To the knowledge of the Supreme Self
- Anuj Nair
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The Red Lotus
The hardest friendships are those born in the midst of adversity. The Red Lotus clan and the Sakura Clan were once greatest allies that fought countless wars hand in hand in order to fend off other kingdoms from overtaking their territories. Both lands were rich in nature, fresh produce and animal life.
As the legends speak, an enemy clan disguised themselves as the Red Lotus and destroyed one of Sakura's villages. It caused retaliations and despite multiple pleas from the real Red Lotus clan, the Sakura clan closed its gates forever.
The feud continued for thousands of years till only very few knew of the history of both the clans. However, are the Gods and goddesses tired of this long never ending story? Is that the reason why they somehow brought both heirs to the throne to meet?
There is no such thing as a coincidence, they say. She was out on a mission, disguised as a commoner. No one would realize she was actually part of the upper world. He, on the other hand was riding as a soldier, no colors, no announcements of his true linage and no companions. They crossed paths during a rest stop at the same Inn located in between their territories.
There was injustice in view, some travelers were harassing one of the servers. She interjected, demanding it to end, due to her petite frame, she was not taken so seriously. When the brawl started, she was outnumbered despite trained to defend herself. Lucky for her, he walked in just in time and they fought side by side, just like their ancestors before them.
On discussions about each of their missions, they discovered they were of enemy clans. They should have ended each other then but considering they already fought side by side, it was difficult. A secret friendship was in order. They kept in touch through sneaky letters. They met outside their territories. There was so much discussions about the future of their clans. So much hope for a truce and an alliance once again. Only time was in the way.
She packed the best textiles and herbal tea for him to take back to his family. He would always play a tune for her and bring her the red lotuses from his lands as a symbol of hope for the future and betterment of both their people.
P.S. Been ages since our last photo collab! Between work and timezones. I am so happy to have finally gotten the chance! Thank you Ji, for being the best story teller/ photo planner! He will post his version soon! Check out his stream!
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Candlestick Tower plays a starring role in countless beautiful images of the so-called False Kiva ancient ruins in Canyonlands Nat’l Park. And like many of us, I’ve visited and photographed that hauntingly compelling scene. Still, my personal preference is to find and photograph landscapes untouched by human presence, ancient and modern both. So on a visit there last year I sought out a different angle on a familiar scene. A short hike on the Wilhite Trail delivers this pretty overlook.
A sad aside--you might have already heard that the False Kiva was closed indefinitely last fall due to vandalism, so that ancient ruins might be spared modern ruin.
On October 2nd, we walked through Central Park and saw countless butterflies, especially monarchs, flying around these flowers. It was absolutely great!
At this time the temperature was about 33 degrees celsius / 91 degrees fahrenheit.
I've photographed this iconic Eastern Sierra Nevada area countless times over the years. Slide film, medium format, black and white, infrared, sunrise and sunset, midnight, rain and shine, wind and no wind. It wasn't even on my recent agenda, but as I was sliding down the mountain pass heading for my last evening at my motel, there were these really nice clouds building. I wrestled with it - should I? Oh, why not? Only a few miles. As I drove into the parking area though, the tufa area was shaded by the clouds. Been there done that, so I turned around. Got all the way back to the highway and thought: "Jan, the clouds aren't socked in, they'll move. Do it, spend an hour or two, no biggie". So I turned around and headed back down. It was worth a smile and bumped my steps over 12k for the day. Check it "large".
How much beauty in this world goes unnoticed! We spend countless hours debating political policies and medical decisions and quarreling over countless things with people and yet we end up missing the beauty in life. We miss the small things and even the big things. We miss small things like this beautiful waterfall that is not the main attraction and often is overlooked. We neglect relationships and push so hard our own agendas and beliefs, not even out of loving concern, but rather out of anger, frustration, and our own prideful desire to be right. There is a time to push for something and to stand up. I do not believe in being passive when it comes to issues that need to be attended to. However, I do believe in the importance of focusing on the beautiful gifts that have been given to us to enjoy and to steward. Relationships take work, they are two-way, and they are vital. Let us lay down our divisive arguing and take time to notice the things that are beautiful. Let us remember that we have a Creator who made us and loves us and who also loves the people we disagree with. Let us stand up for what is right and lay down our own selfish agendas and take the time to love one another, fight for one another, encourage one another, and speak the truth in gentleness, love, and respect.
amid countless everyday miracles, I come in contact with something
greater than myself and realize I am a part of it... I move in wonder
through inspiration, reverence, gratitude, interconnectedness,
transcendence, and grace. ~John Paul Caponigro
After countless years of being battered by the elements, an old shed that looks like it now can barely stay standing has survived one more Winter night. ~~ A Jeff Hampton Photograph ©
Countless Canada geese and companions take flight. This was taken from the exact same spot as the previous photo I uploaded, just with a slightly longer lens. The hill in the middle of the previous panorama is what you're seeing here just seconds after all these birds decided to lift off at once.
There are countless waterfalls in Iceland and most of them are spectacular. This one - on our last day of the tour in Iceland - was no exception.
Countless times going under this bridge on the Dan Ryan during my life, so much so it is hard to keep track of a count.
Proving the point that 2020 wasn't all bad. Metra work equipment swings above I90/94 at the Root St Wye.
COVID-19 gives opportunities to take countless picture over time of day, of overcast and of sunshine. God's creation is forever changing. Love the interaction between flower and insect.
The earth is filled with Your unfailing love, O Eternal One; teach me to observe what You require. ~ Psalm 119:64
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.” – Gerard De Nerva
Don’t run from tests and hardships, brothers and sisters. As difficult as they are, you will ultimately find joy in them; if you embrace them, your faith will blossom under pressure and teach you true patience as you endure. And true patience brought on by endurance will equip you to complete the long journey and cross the finish line—mature, complete, and wanting nothing. ~ James 1: 2-4
I have gazed at this crabapple tree in our garden countless times. When the winter chill comes to an end, I have seen how the pink flowers push their way through its bare branches and stay there till spring, when the leaves make an appearance, reddish at first then turning into different shades of green through the summer. As the flowers fade, the tiny, red crabapples appear. In autumn, the leaves start to turn yellow and as winter draws near I see the crabapples fall on the ground. Towards winter’s end all that is left is an image of a somewhat desolate looking tree - no pinks, no reds, no greens, no yellows, just the deep dark browns of its gnarly trunk and branches. Yet the sight does not sadden me because I know that when spring returns, the cycle begins all over again. Such is the tapestry of time which I witness in my garden through the years. Different patterns and textures and colors get woven into this tapestry, their memory forever etched in my mind – and sometimes captured with my camera.
I've found Campanula species in countless locations, including the mountains of Vancouver Island, the Alberta Rockies, the tall-grass prairie of Minnesota, and right here in the mixed-grass prairie of Saskatchewan. My wildflower guides all identified it as rotundifolia, but now online info says this species does not grow in Canada. However, other online sources claim that it does. And honestly I don't care anymore. Widespread taxonomic reclassification of many species has finally convinced me to focus on the art, rather than the science. I may not be able to ID wildflower species, but I know beauty when I see it.
Some of the harebells I've photographed in other locations were deep blue; in this shallow, protected depression amid rolling hills, they were a pale lavender or purple. I resisted the temptation to oversaturate, and instead retained the light, airy feel that I remember from the place.
Tripod, 105mm macro lens with 1.7x teleconverter. I find the tc useful in that it gives me a more out of focus background in shots like this than the 105 alone. And if there are insects on the flowers, I have greater working distance.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
This view has been shot to death countless times from magazines, post cards, social media, and to Flickr. When I came this far here, I thought I needed to shoot my own version of it using my own techniques and gear. There is nothing to write home about it. It 's just a place that has been shot to death just like the Valley View of Yosemite. Nevertheless, the whole Iceland is truely incredible. However, its weather is extremely unpredictable and unforgiving. I was lucky to have a break from the raging weather since my arrival in Iceland. I picked up my rental car and drove all the way to Grundarfjordur just to see this view myself with my very own eyes. The scenic drive to the North from Reykjavik was incredibly beautiful yet stark. I definitely will come back to Iceland and complete the round trip of the island through the Ring road.
Pomerania. Countless small lakes. Clean water, forests. Also called "Railway Stations". A long time ago, it was near the railway line and station.
Music is so versatile, just like photography is so versatile. These countless possibilities to use it and thus also to try it out. That's what makes it interesting for me. Another try once to express yourself with "berlin catwalk" and Siriusmo in Berlin street photography lol.
siriusmo — itchy ♫
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I had gone and came back countless times.
But there was a time where everything fell apart and I was sure that I would be gone for good.
But Second Life is a place that is hard to leave, isn't it? I played an alt for a while to get my Second Life fix but that was never quite the same...
The broken promises. I am sorry and I am ashamed of them. I am not asking for another chance. I just want to...say hi again.
Hi.
… Sparks fly!!
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“Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”
― Hafiz
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvmOoSFhhJ4
THE SECRET KISSING OF THE SUN AND MOON – HANG MASSIVE
Guy Fawkes Night
Bonfire Night
November the 5th
Enjoy the ride; hold on tight
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The rockets sound and flash
all the children shriek out and dash
the Catherine Wheels spin
leaving behind a trail of ash
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Excited with sparklers in hand
drowning the sound out of the local brass band
children and adults cheering alike
running and laughing all over the land
HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH!
Candy floss and toffee apples
so sweet among the shifting shadows dapple
whatever you do never forget
to brush your teeth and floss before evening chapel
GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!
Diving in and out of tents
refreshments and baked potatoes meant
for everybody in the village
corks flying in all directions sent
POP! POP! POP!
Chilly November; Jack Frost so debonair
hats, scarfs and mittens knitted with itchy mohair
knee-deep in mud; that familiar sinking feeling
enjoying the occasion with devil-may-care
SPLODGE! SPLODGE! SPLODGE!
Stalls a-plenty like a travelling fairground
night air filled with a cacophony of sound
dodgems and side-shows
side-by-side with old and new friends found
BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!
Spare a penny for the guy
then hoist him up on high
set a matchstick to the pyre
wave a final wave goodbye
CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE
The tinder of the kindling catches
beware and only use safety matches
cries of the children sounding in awe
memories stored in little packages
WOW! WOW! WOW!
Toasting marshmallows by the fire
the rain has stopped; we sink in the mire
our wellies; our brollies; our toffee-apple lollies
this night is one of which we'll never tire
WHERE ELSE WOULD WE RATHER BE! : 0)
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