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Today, Monday's floral greeting is a little more hidden. There are no trees in full bloom today, nor are there any large-scale flowers. Instead, there are countless small white (wood sorrel) and blue (wood violet) blossoms scattered across this clearing in the Black Forest.
And although they seem so small and inconspicuous from a distance, they are nevertheless beautiful and transform this place into a fairytale forest.
In life, too, we sometimes find it difficult to recognize the beautiful things that are far too often overshadowed by the stress or chaos of daily life. Problems and difficulties are simply much easier to recognize.
But, as is so often the case, it's a question of inner attitude and thus where we direct our attention.
If we consciously seek out these small miracles of everyday life, we will be able to discover them even in the greatest chaos. Be it in nature, in a person we meet or in ourselves. Unfortunately, what we hear and see in the news every day is not particularly conducive to this. To do this, we have to go out and really look (or listen).
And so, this week, I wish you an eye and a heart for the little miracles around you, and that you will discover many of them.
It's much easier for me at this point. Because I have you.
Heute kommt der montägliche Blumengruß mal etwas versteckter daher. Es sind heute keine in voller Blüte stehenden Bäume und auch keine Blumen im Großformat. Stattdessen sind es unzählige kleine weiße (Wald Sauerklee) und blaue (Wald Veilchen) Blüten, die sich hier auf dieser Lichtung im Schwarzwald verteilen.
Und obwohl sie so klein und auf diese Entfernung unscheinbar wirken, so sind sie doch wunderschön und verwandeln diesen Ort in einen Märchenwald.
Auch im Leben fällt es uns manchmal schwer die schönen Dinge zu erkennen die viel zu oft vom Stress oder dem Wirrwarr des täglichen Lebens überstrahlt werden. Probleme und Schwierigkeiten sind einfach viel leichter zu erkennen.
Doch wie so oft ist es auch hier eine Frage der inneren Haltung und somit der Frage wohin wir unsere Aufmerksamkeit lenken.
Wenn wir bewusst auf der Suche nach diesen kleinen Wundern des täglichen Lebens sind, dann werden wir in der Lage sein, auch im größten Chaos welche zu entdecken. Sei es in der Natur, in einem Menschen, der uns begnet oder in uns selbst. Leider ist das, was wir tagtäglich in den Nachrichten hören und sehen hierfür nicht sonderlich förderlich. Dafür müssen wir hinaus gehen und wirklich hin sehen (oder hin hören).
Und so wünsche ich Euch für diese Woche einen Blick und ein Herz für die kleinen Wunder um Euch herum und das Ihr viele davon entdecken werdet.
Ich habe es an dieser Stelle deutlich leichter. Denn ich hab ja Euch.
"One of your countless beautiful pictures." (ARNO / www.flickr.com/photos/badenfocus/)
"Serene and inviting." (Elliott MARGOLIES / www.flickr.com/photos/elliotmar/)
"Magnifique ce vieux pont suspendu. Splendide image." (Régis DUBUS / www.flickr.com/photos/dubusregis/)
The Susitna River and some of the Alaskan Range are pictured, visible from the Denali Highway. I drove the full 135 miles of this gravel road, taking countless stops for photos. Before the Parks Highway was completed in the early 1970s, the Denali Highway was the only road access to Denali National Park. I expected the road to be very lightly travelled from what I'd read. However this being the opening of moose & caribou hunting season, pretty much every one of the numerous pullovers were occupied by hunters. The road was actually very busy... Driving the Denali Highway had been on my bucket list ever since my fist visit to Alaska 3 years ago. I'm so glad I did it this time! Despite being mostly gravel, conditions of this road weren't nearly as bad as reviews I'd read on trip forums led me to believe. A few areas had pot holes, but I've been on much more primitive forest roads than this. The views and the Autumn colors were amazing. No wildlife spotting the whole way this day due to the hunting, but the landscapes were spectacular.
Wishing everyone a great Sunday and thanks for the views!
Lake Garda, Italy
There are countless jetties dotted all around Lake Garda... the only problem is, you need to be an Olympic Long Jumper or Pole Vaulter to access 99% of them. Most are either the property of the adjacent lakeside hotels or private residences. Just to make sure you are aware of this most are fenced off with padlocked gates and the few overzealous ones use a little barbed-wire to keep you off them. The long jump/pole vault option comes into effect for those jetties where the lakeside section has been removed to make them totally inaccessible.
This is the first jetty I found that I could actually walk onto without any restrictions but was a good half hour walk south of Malcesine town centre. Taken half an hour after my previous posting just as the sun was beginning to touch the mountain tops on the opposite side of the lake. Just to the left of the jetty can be seen the town of Limone Sul Garda and at the very top of the lake is Riva del Garda.
After countless steps, sunrises, and storms, you finally stand before the cathedral — and realize the real journey was never just the miles behind you, but the person you’ve become along the way.
Cats in Crete provide countless iconic images of Greece and Greek Island life - whole calendars are devoted to them, and you can see prints, photographs and paintings depicting felines of all shapes and sizes, cleverly composed against backgrounds of brightly coloured doors, windows and flower pots, or in the arms of children.
Many visitors to Greece are struck by the sight of legions of cats roaming the streets, dosing in the sun at archaeological sites (as here), and loitering around tavernas looking for a handout. Seen here is the youngest of several who had made one of the few shaded areas of the Fortezza of Rethymno their haunt that afternoon.
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Countless years ago, while lost in barren seas
There whispered murmurs of a bloody mutiny
We took up arms and slayed the officers of rank
And with swords drawn, made the captain walk the plank
But as he fell down to the depths, he swore a deadly curse
"As sure as hell's my final fate, you'll all soon die or worse"
Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end
I'll say these final words my friend
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
We returned to port with sorrow in our chests
An evil shadow followed us on every quest
Never to feel joy again was our fate
Only misery and death, fear and burning hate
We broke the law, betrayed the code, now time is running out
An unforgivable offence, oh, of that there is no doubt
Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end
I'll say these final words my friend
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
Many years have passed now
Yet, the curse still lives on
And now we rot in a black prison cell
Waiting for our true calling in hell
But for the lives we leave behind, don't shed a tear, don't cry
The only way to break this curse is for us all to die
Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end
I'll say these final words my friend
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate
So have no fear and don't look back
The afterlife awaits
Song- Captain Morgan's Revenge by Alestorm, from the 2008 Album "Captain Morgan's Revenge"
countless waterfalls form the beauty of Iceland's landscapes likes jewels interwoven into rough fabric. This is just one of the many we encountered in one single place near Djupivogur at Iceland's Eastern shores.
Happy Monochrome Monday!
They emerge in countless numbers in Spring (see below) and by now have reached their gargantuan size of three inches...these amazing grasshoppers are a common sight around here, and they look to be clad in black leather, still a highly popular style, long after Marlon Brando and his motorcycle gang popularized it in the 1950's movie, 'The Wild One'...and these very slow moving giants are pretty wild, too!
See second shot below for one molting...
Of the countless Driftwood Turn trips that I made in an effort to document the Bigs in their last summer, this was one of the more memorable days, as a whole bunch of friends including the Chicago mafia were out, and we didn't suffer any cloud incidents whatsoever. Zach and Max recrewed them south of town, and made sure to lock in a drinkie-poo for later by providing some smoke before we would all converge at Randy's on the River in Olean upon their return.
One of countless baroque churches with an onion dome in Bavaria: the Catholic Parish Church of Inningen, built in 1713.
When the Baroque church was built, the Gothic church tower of the previous building was retained, but was given an octagonal superstructure with an onion dome, which was clearly influenced by the model of the Basilica of St Ulrich and Afra in Augsburg.
Inningen was an agriculture-based community until the 2nd World War. After the war, the village developed into a preferred residential area near the city of Augsburg, which eventually annexed it in 1972.
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One of the countless times that I've found myself above the clouds. Here from the the bivouac Pascal (2.920 m) observing in the early morning towards the Grivola (3.969 m).
Valle d'Aosta, Italia.
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Since I began this McLean County series on March 2 of this year, the name of the Bloomington architect George H. Miller (1856-1927) has been mentioned countless times. Miller was the first architect to practice for any substantial period in Bloomington. He designed many public buildings, churches, office buildings, and private homes in Bloomington and the surrounding area, He also served as Superintendent of U.S. Buildings and designed many federal buildings throughout the midwest.
Many of the buildings Miller designed are now listed in the National Register of Historic Places or have achieved local landmark status. Between 1880 and 1910, it can be argued Miller had a greater impact on the appearance of Bloomington than any other single individual. This is particularly true in the period following the Great Fire of 1900 that, in a matter of eight hours, reduced 45 buildings and 4-1/2 blocks in the core of downtown Bloomington to little more than smoking rubble, including the 1868 McLean County Courthouse.
Miller's major works in downtown Bloomington that previously been posted in this McLean County, Illinois series includes the Central Fire Station, Chatterton Opera House, Corn Belt Bank Building, Livingston Building, H. J. Higgins & Co. Marble Works (a.k.a. Jung & Kleinau Building), George Brand Building, and the Elder Building.
This view shows Miller's house on W. Market St., five blocks northwest of the old McLean County Courthouse. Miller built this home in 1890 three years after his marriage to Rose Stautz, and lived here for the remainder of his life. The house is representative of a grander west side Bloomington home where many wealthier German Americans lived.
The Miller House is an eclectic variation on the Queen Anne design. Some have labeled the style as being Victorian Gothic, but the house does not rest well in any formal category. It is in a very real sense an expression of the architect's own personality, eclectic in detail but unified in overall conception.
The house features a hexagonal tower on its southeast corner and a conical dormer projecting from the front of the multi-component roof. The front entrance is arched and flanked by columns; small recessed porches are located above the entrance and on the east side of the house. The house also has several stained glass windows. The property was individually listed in the National Register of Historic Places on July 20, 1978.
It is disappointing to see how the George H. Miller House has been neglected. It is in need of substantial work to restore it to its historic appearance and, so far at least, I have come across no evidence that this is happening or is planned.
Bloomington is the seat of McLean County. It is adjacent to Normal, and is the more populous of the two principal municipalities of the Bloomington-Normal metropolitan area. Bloomington is home to State Farm Insurance, Country Financial and Beer Nuts. Illinois Wesleyan University is located here, while the neighboring twin city of Normal is home to Illinois State University and Heartland Community College. Bloomington is 135 miles (217 km) southwest of Chicago, and 162 miles (261 km) northeast of St. Louis. The estimated population of Bloomington in 2019 was 77,330, with a metro population of 191,067.
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Do not know if you've noticed, but the Vast Majority of my photographs are inspired by the songs of Alanis Morrisette. It is amazing how listening-there makes me so sensitive enough to mount something from the heart.
I thought this song suits that picture, after all it was made that inspired.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVkQ6VUxDHE#t=214
Hope you like it;)
Apparently, I am easily amused spending countless hours thinking about lights and motion My mornings are spent blowing bubbles, waving my arms and lights around in the dark, and hoping for magic. I've mentioned that I am not one that feels like sitting and meditating does anything for me but the act of creating my photos puts me in a flow state. It is one of the times I can maintain mental focus for a prolonged period of time. What activities help you?
Even though we saw countless scarlet mackaws in Costa Rica, I was having a hard time catching an in-flight shot of one of them...until one day when we went to the beach and a whole flock of them flew by. There were more mackaws than pictured here but they were spread out a little more. Lucky me! The sky was really bland so I jazzed it up with a couple of textures, including Florabella, Distressed, and one of my own.
One of countless Baroque churches with an onion dome in Bavaria: the former parish church of the village of Pfersee near Augsburg, which has been part of the city since 1911.
St. Michael was rebuilt in 1685 on the remains of a medieval church. The octagonal addition to the tower with the onion dome was constructed in 1693 by Hans Georg Mozart, a Baroque master builder and great-granduncle of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, whose ancestors, including his father Leopold, all originate from the Augsburg region.
From 1907 to 1910, a new and much larger parish church, namely the Herz-Jesu Kirche, was built because the population had grown enormously due to industrialization.
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“Boundless the leaves roused by spring,
Countless the twigs which tremble in the dawn.
Whether the willow can love or not,
Never a time when it does not dance.
Blown fluff hides white butterflies,
Drooping bands disclose the yellow oriole.
The beauty which shakes a kingdom must reach through all the body:
Who comes only to view the willow's eyebrows? “
Willow - Li Shangyin
Fred Cox fredrcox@bellsouth.net deserves the title of Caddo Lake Ambassador. He knows the area like the back of his hand and has helped countless people over the years, sharing his knowledge not just of the place but also recommending local businesses at the lake to support them. Even better, he is a genuinely nice human being. I photographed Fred doing what he does best ... making great images of Caddo Lake. We had excellent misty conditions that morning and some nice color ... and even an alligator joined in. Thank you Fred for all your help. We truly appreciate you. Caddo Lake, Texas, USA, October 2022
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Amsterdam with its countless corners, bridges and small alleyways. Here you can prove yourself in street photography, or do as I do and expand your own knowledge. But anyone who thinks they have all the time in the world for this kind of photography is mistaken. The light doesn't take a break, it gives and takes everything from you.
Those who find hearts can keep them. (◔ ͜◔) ...♡.*･｡ﾟ
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"The art installation, written about in countless tourist blogs and periodicals throughout California, is entitled “The Corporate Goddesses” by Muriel Castanis (1926-2006). In April 1985, the twelve goddesses were airlifted to the top of 580 California. Johnson commissioned Castanis to create the statues as a “whimsical flourish” for their postmodern building. She answered with these mysterious, fiberglass figures, a contemporary exploration of classical Greek and Roman sculpture."
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financial district
san francisco, california
A sight that could once be seen countless times a day, an F59PH leading a Metrolink train is now one of the rarest things in Southern California railroading. With all of Metrolink's F59 fleet being retired (and most having holes cut in their prime movers to render them inoperable), the days of the old workhorses being the primary power for the commuter trains are over. However, on rare occasions when the new standard power is in short supply due to servicing, two survivors, F59PHRs 856 and 868, get to turn their wheels again over the rails they once dominated. Here, 856 makes a station stop in Claremont, something it has done countless times in its nearly 30-year life. But this time is different, as before long it will be pulled from service and stored again, uncertain when or if there will be a next time.
As an homage to the countless pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago, the city of Speyer donated this big bronze statue of a Jakob Pilgrim.
The beautiful bronze statue was done in the early 20th century by Martin Meyer.
I decided to zoom in for this photo of the statue because of all the people around the statue.
I like the light on his determined face and being able to see the cathedral and the blue sky.
Every year the countless pass in a blur, racing to the top and back to visit the Lion couchant.
A few pause momentarily, their time is different to mine, interlopers in my world they are gone almost before they arrive.
As the seasons pass I stand and watch, as the weeks turn to months and the months to years, the cycle replays.
I'll hold my vigil till one day I retreat back to the earth from where I once rose, and bequeath all that I am, so a new watcher can take my place.
Nahum 3:3 “Horsemen charging, Swords flashing, spears gleaming, Many slain, a mass of corpses, And countless dead bodies—They stumble over the dead bodies!”
The Valle Verzasca is a natural, and more than a paradise with many slopes and countless waterfalls. Over bizarrely shaped, smoothly polished rocks in the valley is the clearest, emerald waters of the river Verzasca
Stars
(Robert Frost)
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
The leather was well-loved, showing signs of countless miles marched through mud and dust, rain and snow. They bore the weight of a soldier's commitment, each scuff and scratch telling a tale of battles fought and hardships endured. The laces, frayed and unevenly worn, had been tied and untied countless times, securing the soldier's foothold on foreign lands far from home.
But now, these boots lay silent, their laces left untied, the dust of a distant land clinging to their once-polished surface. The soldier who had worn them with unwavering pride and determination would not be returning to lace them up again.
In the quiet moments, when the world outside seemed to pause, these boots served as a poignant reminder of a life interrupted, of a future forever altered. They were more than footwear; they were a symbol of a sacrifice that had reached its culmination, an embodiment of a hero's journey that had come to an untimely end.
Visit this location at Where our journey begins - Fall of 23 in Second Life
Just one area of countless many more marble walkways and floors that make up the ancient city of Pompeii in Italy.
My eye was taken with this once smooth and polished surface, now weather-worn and aged - but in its own way equally as beautiful as when it was first mined, prepared and laid down for those feet to walk upon, almost two thousand years ago.
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The "Giele Botter - Prëncebierg" nature reserve, a former open-cast steel mine, is located near Pétange. The red colour of the rock indicates the presence of iron, which is why Luxembourgers also referred to the region as the "land of red earth". After industrial activity ceased in 1977, the former mining area was reclaimed by forests, shrubs, dry grasslands and ponds, which provide a unique habitat for countless species.
With countless hummingbirds returning from the tropics, recently, Janice's yard was filled with their zooming exploits, frantic feeding, and some territorial disputes...but this cute little lady prefered to stay out of the ruckus as much as possible!
Where countless concrete fortifications were built as protection against an invader which never arrived and an Australian Prime Minister went for a swim and never returned.
Countless photos of my 'nothing spectacular' neighbourhood lakes aren't the result of hoping to get 'a better image this time'. I know my gear (and my skills) limitations.
I simply keep snapping because the lake looks so different each time, as if it's another place. And I'll keep shooting, apologies to those bored :(
(N.B. Spot the backside of a diving swan - a free bonus ;)
Canyonlands National Park
Southeast Utah
USA
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This is one of the views I photographed in Canyonlands National Park, the last park I went to on my trip. The day was a little overcast. More images of the parks to come.
From Wikipedia-
Canyonlands National Park is a U.S. National Park located in southeastern Utah near the town of Moab. It preserves a colorful landscape eroded into countless canyons, mesas, and buttes by the Colorado River, the Green River, and their respective tributaries. Legislation creating the park was signed into law by President Lyndon Johnson on September 12, 1964.
The park is divided into four districts: the Island in the Sky, the Needles, the Maze, and the combined rivers—the Green and Colorado—which carved two large canyons into the Colorado Plateau. While these areas share a primitive desert atmosphere, each retains its own character. Author Edward Abbey, a frequent visitor, described the Canyonlands as "the most weird, wonderful, magical place on earth—there is nothing else like it anywhere.
Countless oil accidents cause the death of marine animals. Or ruptures of oil pipelines, spills or fires, the list is very long. When will we realize that money doesn't buy biodiversity, that the Sea from which life came to Earth should be better protected?
Innumerevoli gli incidenti petrolifici che causano la morte di animali marini. Oppure rotture di oleodotti, sversamenti o incendi, la lista è lunghissima. Quando ci renderemo conto che il denaro non compra la biodiversità, che il Mare da cui è arrivata la vita sulla Terra, dovrebbe essere maggiormente protetto?
www.nelcuore.org/peru-dispersi-in-mare-6mila-barili-di-pe...
www.tecnoseal.it/150-articolo-save-our-ocean-i-16-disastr...
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