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Connection between mushrooms. I didn't find the spider, it was hiding, I guess ;-) But it created a whole road network ;-)
After hovering around many flowers, this tiny butterfly finally found the perfect one. The skipper unfolded its proboscis and established its connection with the flower, drinking steadily for several minutes.
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished image from July 2018.
I love the Beech tree canopy reaching over into the pines, like a cathedral roof joining the two domains together.
The Praying Mantis; the Garden Protector. He decided to stop by and pay a visit, reminding us to calm down and know that we are protected. That we need not worry. That we need not stress over the details of the day.
"If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected with everything."
~Alan Watts.
Happy Fence Friday my friends! I wish you a great weekend!
Super busy day, this shot was done in a quick manner 😁.
I took my white earpiece plug and the socket of audio extension cable, placed it on my Japanese cookies box to create reflections.
Added some text to the shot. If you look carefully, behind the character 'c' was a piece of tiny sting ,,
See also my album Paddenstoelen / Mushrooms
Many thanks to all who take the time to view, comment and favoring my images. Enjoy the day.
Streator was an important interchange location between Santa Fe and Conrail (New York Central/Penn Central earlier) with run-through trains operating after a connecting track was constructed by 1968. Conrail power and cabooses could be seen on the Santa Fe, as well as the Santa Fe’s equipment on Conrail, as seen here. In April 1984, on Conrail’s passing siding just southeast of Streator, Illinois, an eastbound freight led by GP39-2 No. 3695 passes by westbound train trailed with Santa Fe caboose 999250.
After the storms left the city, a magnificent rainbow appeared over the downtown cityscape of the Western Auto Building to Union Station and all the way to the Liberty Memorial.
A very old lady looked in the mirror one morning. She had three remaining hairs on her head, and being a positive soul, she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she braided her three hairs, and she had a great day.
Some days later, looking in the mirror one morning, preparing for her day, she saw that she had only two hairs remaining. "Hmm, two hairs... I fancy a centre parting today." She duly parted her two hairs, and as ever, she had a great day.
A week or so later, she saw that she had just one hair left on her head. "One hair huh...," she mused, "I know, a pony-tail will be perfect." And again she had a great day.
The next morning she looked in the mirror. She was completely bald.
"Finally bald huh," she said to herself, "How wonderful! I won't have to waste time doing my hair any more.."
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Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that wishes would be heard and answered when wished on the morningstar?
Someone thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell.
We know that it's probably magic
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.
La-da-da, de-da-da-do
La-da-da-da-da-de-da-do