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Never ceases to be amazed at these flowers.
Carefully, in order not to damage any of the flowers, I may lay down on my stomach, and can then lie there with the camera for hours.
A click for an enlargement is certainly worth it.
Thank you dear friends for all kind visit, comment and fav.
Photo from last year.
Texture: A blend of my own and 2 Lil Owl.
Never ceases to amaze me how hummingbirds can keep their bodies absolutely still (look at those tiny feet!) even when their wings are beating something like 15 times per second. Really is a miracle of nature...
This world-class beach is much less developed far less touristy than Ka’anapali Beach, however conditions can become dangerous during high surf with strong rip currents and powerful waves common. The beach is named for the man who introduced pineapple to West Maui; his legacy came to an end at the start of 2010 when the last commercial pineapple operations formally ceased in West Maui.
“If I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it - keep going, keep going come what may.”
― Vincent van Gogh
Your ferry to Northern Shore
Kinda neat how we can capture a single moment in one photograph
an old 20D shot
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4FhphqgHI4
Psalm 45
I counted my graves, and there was nothing for me to say. I am old; I recognize it but I don't realize it. I wonder if a person ever really ceases to feel young — I mean, for a whole day at a time :-)
Mark Twain, age 67, 1906
not coincidentally, i am 67 years young as well...but rarely for a whole day ;-(
dahlia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
There was a stillness in the garden. All bird activity had ceased except for this Sparowhawk perched menacingly above the House Sparrow's hallowed quarters of the garden.
Thank you all for your kind responses.
We took my two cousins for a drive along the Gorges du Verdon yesterday. We stopped earlier in Moustiers for a coffee while a ferocious thunderstorm raged outside. Once it had abated we ran for the car and set off. The rain ceased but the lightning continued. It was spectacular (and a little bit scary). When we came back the same way about two hours later we were greeted by this. Quite the contrast to a few hours previously.
There are three deaths.
The first is when the body ceases to function.
The second is when the body is consigned to the grave.
The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time. ~ David Eagleman
Avebury Stone Circle, Wiltshire, UK
Well finally the rain has ceased for a few days and no work meetings! As I have a short trip coming up I decided not to trek off too far and with the forecast of widespread freezing fog and hoarfrost I thought I'd try Avebury Stone Circle as had never shot it in foggy conditions.
Th above shot was taken towards the end of my visit as the sun was burning off the fog. I was just experimenting with some different compositions. This is a 3 shot bracketed photo and, unusually for me, I chose a square crop as there was little foreground interest beyond frozen grass and no clouds in the sky.
Avebury henge and stone circles are one of the greatest marvels of prehistoric Britain. Built and much altered during the Neolithic period, roughly between 2850 BC and 2200 BC, the henge survives as a huge circular bank and ditch, encircling an area that includes part of Avebury village. Within the henge is the largest stone circle in Britain - originally of about 100 stones - which in turn encloses two smaller stone circles. Anyone interested in knowing more can look here www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/avebury/
The alternating wet and cold weather creates lots of work for my team as potholes break out like chickenpox spots but I'll take cold and dry over warm and wet any day. Surely only in England can we go from drought to ground water flooding in 6 months?!!
Hope everyone has been having a great weekend.
© All rights reserved Steve Pellatt. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.
My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.
Absence by Pablo Neruda
my textures
These beauties never cease to dazzle as they flit about the yard. It looks like my day will be filled with gorgeous colors and patterns.
Actually, my days are always filled with gorgeous colors and patterns. It's just that August and September seem to be prime time for my little flying jewels.
Have a beautiful day and happy snapping.
Berlin backyards never cease to give me the kick. I know this place very well and have been there many times. The great thing about it is, it always changes. Give it a year or two and then it will look totally different again. You may not believe that this is only a few hundred meters away from some of the most expensive areas in Berlin.
Why do I love this city so much?
Now you know...
The team behind map6collective chose me to take over their instastream this week.
Tune in. I will post a few of my personal faves there. Hope you will enjoy the tour...
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Do not lose hold of your dreams or asprirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live. Henry David Thoreau
~happy dreamy fence friday~
It never ceases to amaze me how often a warbler who lands on a flowery perch continues to forage like this one. That certainly is food for thought. The perch is a Hawthorn. His wingbars especially in large look a bit whitish so good chance he has some B1ue-w1nged ancestry.
If interested website has been updated for 2022 Michigan trip dates. Mike Diersing's Flickr has some more images from 2021 Michigan and Tennessee. Also if on Facebook Romin Dawson has images there as well.
ya gotta get ‘em while they’re hot. :-)
Weegee
bearded iris, 'Wonders Never Cease', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
is that its primary raw materials are light and time.
John Berger
HFF! Truth Matters! Lies have consequences!
bearded iris, 'Wonders Never Cease', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
one of the first higher buildings that was built after the WWII in Hamburg " is no more, it has ceased to be, It's expired and gone to meet its maker"
A slight change of position, crop and exposure time to a previous shot from the same trip. I love how you can slow down time in photography and smudge moments.
The title is a line from this poem:
Dover Beach
BY MATTHEW ARNOLD
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
The Dornier Do 31 is an experimental vertical take-off and landing (VTOL) jet-propelled transport designed and produced by West German aircraft manufacturer Dornier.
The development of the Do 31 was motivated principally by heavy interest expressed by the German Air Force in the acquisition of short take-off and vertical landing aircraft (STOVL)-capable aircraft. Such ambitions received a further boost from the issuing of NATO specification NBMR-4, which called for a VTOL-capable tactical support aircraft that would be operated in conjunction with the EWR VJ 101, a West German VTOL strike aircraft designed under the NATO contract of BMR-3. A total of three aircraft, two flight-capable and one static airframe, were constructed and used for testing. On 10 February 1967, the Do 31 performed its maiden flight; the first hovering flight of the type took place during July 1967.
In addition to performing test flights, Dornier often demonstrated the Do 31 prototypes to officials and the general public, such as at the 1969 Paris Air Show. Several world records were set by the type during its limited flying career. When the high cost, technical and logistical difficulties of operating such an aircraft were realized, the German Air Force opted to cease trials involving VTOL aircraft, such as the Do 31, VJ101, and the later VFW VAK 191B. In the face of limited sales prospects and a lack of state support, the Do 31 and other VTOL projects lingered as research projects for a time prior to their manufacturers abandoning all activity. The Do 31 remains the only VTOL-capable jet-powered transport aircraft to ever fly.
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin
I adore Anais Nin, I have read several of her books and some a few times over. She understands the nature of being a woman in love in a way that is kindred to yourself. She feels your desires, your passion, and your pain.
This poem can be a metaphor for first love, the feeling that consumes you, takes over, where all the things that were important before suddenly cease to exists so that it can make more room for Love! Ahh first love, that messy, drunk, and fearless kinda love! You know the one with the rose colored glasses. Smiles.
It also can be one of transition. This poem was my inspiration for a tattoo that I have. It is a beautiful lotus flower merging from its bud and was a ear mark for a major transition in my own life.
This poem can also be a metaphor of fear and letting it go, for me that was the case, one where I learned to love the woman I am and not fear to become the woman I knew I could be.
It is in a woman's nature to fear, where it came from I do not know. Is it instinct to protect life or ages of suppression? No matter the cause we should never give into fear and always be strong so that we can fully be ourselves and love every minute of it.
Music for your Soul .. Really :)
Thank you Lawrence for the Support and encouragement!
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Another gift from Keefer Lake ... this place I belong to never ceases to amaze me.
One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. (Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien)
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
Puerto Bories, about 4 km from downtown Puerto Natales in Chile, was a small "company town" whose focus was a "frigorifico", a sheep meat and wool processing plant belonging to the Sociedad Explotadora de Tierra del Fuego. In addition to the plant complex, the private town included a radio station, swimming pool, small dairy, recreational facilities, a police outpost, and housing for high-level company employees such as managers, engineers, and accountants. After most commercial activity at the freezer complex ceased during the 1990s a part of the factory is still abandoned, another part has been converted into a luxury hotel.
I never ceased to be envigorated by waves crashing on the shore. This was a very windy day and the tide was high. The waves were rolling in and crashing on the shore. The wind was so strong in the opposite direction (northerly) that it was blowing the crest of the wave in the opposite direction. You can also see the debris and shingle being tossed about in the wave as it breaks. If you look closely you can see a gull just to the left of the spray.
“The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude ; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.”
― Kate Chopin
Here in this stump he has several voles stashed. When he first came to retrieve one he positioned himself over the stash much like a bird sitting on eggs perhaps to warm them up a bit before consuming them.. It was bitter cold that morning. This bird never ceases to amaze me.
© 2015 Garry Velletri. All rights reserved. This image may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my permission.
Never ceases to amaze me when the sun just catches the head of many of our common ducks and portrays some beautiful colors which are normally hidden from view as can be seen in this Pintail duck
Animals never cease to surprise me. Miss Piggy, a Kunekune pig, lives on a little farm which is part of the park where I went yesterday to watch the ducklings. I walked past the farm on my way to the pond and noticed Miss Piggy on the pasture. Actually Miss Piggy is hard to overlook as she is huge but what caught my attention was the fact that she seemed to be very interested in the dandelions. I zoomed closer and this is what I saw, a pig blowing a dandelion ! I should really go to this park more often, the animals there seem to be quite fascinating .....
For the life of me, in my wildest imagination, I had never expected to see one of these on the road! Pebble Beach never ceases to surprise me!
Be sure to see my photo album of this vehicle:
www.flickr.com/photos/bradkiwi/albums/72177720308585524
2022 Pebble Beach Tour d'Elegance, Start: 1963 Chrysler Turbine Ghia Coupe
John Griffin bought the site of what was to become Hough Mill from the Enclosure Commissioners in 1804.
Originally known as Thringstone mill, the mill was purchased by John Hough steward to George Beaumont of Coleorton for the sum of £1,175.
The mill ceased operation in early 20th century and fell into disrepair.
It is said that some of its ironwork was removed in 1940 for the war effort.
By the time Swannington Heritage Trust purchase the site in 1994 all that remained of the mill was a very badly weathered shell of its tower, rotting floor beams and rotting residue of the cap frame.
With the aid of Heritage Lottery Funding new floors, windows, cap and some "stone floor" machinery obtained from a derelict mill, works was completed, the mill reopened to the public in April 2000.
A Great achievement and lovely restored windmill.
Kronborg (Danish pronunciation: is a castle and historical stronghold in the town of Helsingør, Denmark. Immortalised as Elsinore in William Shakespeare's play Hamlet, Kronborg is one of the most important Renaissance castles in Northern Europe. It was inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List in 2000.
The castle is situated on the extreme northeastern tip of the island of Zealand at the narrowest point of the Øresund, the sound between present Denmark and the provinces of present Sweden. The latter were under Danish control at the time the castle was built. In this part, the sound is only 4 kilometres (2.5 mi) wide, hence the strategic importance of maintaining a coastal fortification at this location commanding one of the few outlets of the Baltic Sea.
The castle's story dates back to a stronghold, Krogen, built by King Eric VII in the 1420s. Along with the fortress Kärnan in Helsingborg, on the opposite coast of Øresund, it controlled the entrance to the Baltic Sea. From 1574 to 1585, King Frederick II had the medieval fortress radically transformed into a magnificent Renaissance castle. The main architects were the Flemings Hans Hendrik van Paesschen and Anthonis van Obbergen. The sculptural work was coordinated by Gert van Groningen.
In 1629, a fire destroyed much of the castle, but King Christian IV subsequently had it rebuilt. The castle has a church within its walls. In 1658, Kronborg was besieged and captured by the Swedes, who took many of its valuable art treasures as war booty.
In 1785 the castle ceased to be a royal residence and was converted into barracks for the Army. The Army left the castle in 1923. After a thorough renovation, the complex was opened to the public.
I'm still alive! :-) My PC experienced a sudden and catastrophic cease fire, wouldn't even start up. I tried keeping up on Tonia's computer but between her and the cat I couldn't get to it.
anyway, hope all are well, I'll do my best to catch up, seeing as how the camera is in the shop that should be doable.
HWW!!
yet another brownstone in NY, but I couldn't pass this up. :-)
It never ceases to amaze me the control birds have over their feathers and how different they can look when they engage the tiny muscles that make them stand out. Red-bellied Woodpecker seen out in the woods at the Rocky River Reservation Metro Park.
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not feel the Anguish go—
But only knew by looking back—
That something—had benumbed the Track—
Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it, every day,
As constant as the Childish frock—
I hung upon the Peg, at night.
But not the Grief—that nestled close
As needles—ladies softly press
To Cushions Cheeks—
To keep their place—
Nor what consoled it, I could trace—
Except, whereas 'twas Wilderness—
It's better—almost Peace—
Emily Dickinson
Thanks to everyone who visited my exhibition in the past weeks, your visits and comments mean a lot to me!
I hope you will pay a visit to the new Show which has just started today, go and check out the work of the talented Petite Chose!! I am sure you'll love it!!
12 de Octubre
Doce de Octubre es una localidad argentina del centro de la provincia de Buenos Aires, perteneciente al partido de Nueve de Julio.Cuenta con 219 habitantes (INDEC, 2010), lo que representa un descenso del 13,78% frente a los 254 habitantes (INDEC, 2001) del censo anterior.La Estaciòn fue inaugurada en 1911 por la Compañía General de Ferrocarriles en la Provincia de Buenos Aires es parte del ramal Patricios - Victorino de la Plaza. Sus servicios cesaron el 28 de octubre de 1961 a causa del Plan Larkin
Esta localidad se sitúa en el cuartel IV, en sentido sudoeste con respecto a la ciudad cabecera. Su nombre obedece a manera de recordatorio de la fecha en que el Alte. Cristóbal Colón descubre el Nuevo Mundo en 1492.
En las cercanías del lugar, hacia 1859, el padre Bibolini decidió parlamentar con el temible Cacique Calfucurá que se hallaba con sus huestes junto a una gran laguna en la parte Oeste, sudoeste, con intenciones de invadir 25 de Mayo. Bibolini logra convencerlo de que no ataque y de aquí en adelante a esa laguna se la conoce como "Laguna del Cura".
Cercano a la localidad, también se encuentra la Laguna Loco-hué (lugar del Lonco o "cabeza", cacique)lugar frecuentado por los aborígenes, que luego en sus cercanías se establecería un fortín y posteriormente, una estancia.
Con la llegada del tren en el año 1908 a estos parajes y habiendo la población aumentado considerablemente, la Compañía de Tierras Franco Argentina "La Inmobiliaria", realiza el trazado del pueblo con fecha 10 de agosto de 1911 y al año siguiente se aprueban los planos y traza. Queda amojonado en 34 manzanas para pueblo y solares. El primer remate de los solares, quintas y chacras se inició el 15 de diciembre de 1912 en el vecino pueblo de Patricios.
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12 de Octubre
12 de Octubre is an Argentinian town in the center of the province of Buenos Aires, belonging to the party of Nueve de Julio. It has 219 inhabitants (INDEC, 2010), which represents a decrease of 13.78% compared to 254 inhabitants ( INDEC, 2001) of the previous census. The Station was inaugurated in 1911 by the General Company of Railroads in the Province of Buenos Aires, it is part of the Patricios - Victorino de la Plaza branch. His services ceased on October 28, 1961 because of the Larkin Plan
This locality is located in the fourth quarter, in a southwest direction with respect to the capital city. His name obeys as a reminder of the date on which the Alte. Christopher Columbus discovers the New World in 1492.
In the vicinity of the place, around 1859, Father Bibolini decided to parley with the fearsome Cacique Calfucurá who was with his hosts next to a large lagoon in the west, southwest, with intentions to invade May 25. Bibolini manages to convince him not to attack and from now on that lagoon is known as "Laguna del Cura".
Close to the town, there is also Laguna Loco-hué (place of the Lonco or "head", cacique), a place frequented by the aborigines, who then in its vicinity would be established a fort and later, a stay.
With the arrival of the train in the year 1908 to these places and having the population increased considerably, the Land Company Franco Argentina "La Inmobiliaria", performs the layout of the town on August 10, 1911 and the following year the plans are approved and trace. It remains marked in 34 blocks for town and lots. The first auction of the lots, farms and farms began on December 15, 1912 in the neighboring town of Patricios.
National Open Garden Scheme - Gardens of Great Britain – Ultingwick, Ulting, Nr. Maldon, Essex.
This is another series of photographs taken in the many National Open Gardens we have visited over a period time. It never ceases to amaze how many gardens there are just for Essex and the variety of planting they show, long may it continue. The Yellow Book lives on.
to love is to battle, to open doors,
to cease to be a ghost with a number
forever in chains, forever condemned
by a faceless master;
the world changes
if two look at each other and see ...
...
if two, dizzy and entwined, fall
on the grass: the sky comes down, trees
rise, space becomes nothing but light
and silence ...
from sunstone
octavio paz