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The Contented Traveler
Left desert vistas
Walking through dank umber woods--
Serendipity!
Everywhere I have traveled in recent years, I have thoroughly enjoyed. However, I have traveled with people who seem always disappointed as though their expectations weren't met.
I think it may have something to do with my deep appreciation of the natural world. "Creation" is a good word because if one sees nature as a creative expression it nurtures the artistic impulse and the possibility of transcendent insight. You become like a committed translator of a gifted foreign poet.
Darwinists are cliched and predictable. They "murder" to dissect. Everything becomes about the negative effects of the current generation's chosen catastrophe. But I digress.
The irony is that I, who so thoroughly enjoy travel and find it a wonderful adventure of inner discovery, can barely afford it. Whereas, people I know, who can easily afford it, are never fulfilled by it.
I am not to be pitied though. I can travel to the next valley and discover a whole new universe. If I get the yen to travel, for that matter, but my funds don't permit it, the remedy is easy. I can simply open my eyes wider and behold: serendipity everywhere I turn.
The age of contentment - the turning point in life at which one obtaines financial freedom, rising salaries, climbing of ‘corporate’ ladders, being debt free and not worrying about what others think.
Candid portrait of a contented Viking.
St. Ives Medieval Faire, Sydney
September, 2019
The contented, courageous, smart and cool tomcat.
He is very good at hunting frogs and small lizards.
My holiday companion:-))
A contented and dreamy Jasmine relaxing at one of her fav spots in the garden.
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Meet cute! A cute and contented lamb and its Mum! I love the lamb's wrinkled nose! Happy Smile On Saturday! Have a great weekend everyone!
Harbor seals sunbathing in southern Oregon, USA. There was also a lot of snoring and snorting going on! Some of them were upside down with what looks like a contented smile. They really know how to relax! It is so much fun to watch them.
For 120 pictures in 2020 #50 "Grazing". We were driving back home from Port Aransas and spotted these cows grazing near the road. So I stopped to grab a shot, and they all came wandering up to the fence to see what was going on. One even tried to talk to us, although to me all moos sound alike, lol.
“The real power of the Buddha was that he had so much love. He saw people trapped in their notions of small separate self, feeling guilty or proud of that self, and he offered revolutionary teachings that resounded like a lion's roar, like a great rising tide, helping people to wake up and break free from the prison of ignorance.”
- Thich Nhat Hanh
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvsQ9hYKq7c
THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT – Oh these guys are from a French cartoon that I loved to watch … Pat et Stanley!!! Enjoy! :-D
Deep in the forest the King silently smiles
far from his homeland; thousands of miles
yet still in this forest he is undoubtedly King
as wise as he's stronger than most every thing
I linger; I long for a meeting with him
proud and majestic through thick and thin
in the quiet of the forest; I click on a whim
he does not stir from where he lays; I am nothing to him
The silence is eerie then he purrs like a kitten
his fur is so fluffy like a warm Winter mitten
but beneath his soft façade lies the heart of a lion
the King of the jungle on whom all can rely on
There are many females surrounding him aware
that eyes are upon him and they start to stare
perhaps they are jealous or perhaps inwardly laugh
at this girl with her camera craning her neck like a giraffe
I stay awhile longer and was happy to see
that the King and his harem look contented to me
in front of me I spot that someone hangs out of their car window
do they not realise these cats can strike fast and cut them like Zorro
The moment passed quickly and I breathed a sigh of relief
that the King did not roar but yawned and bared sharp teeth
the foolishness of us humans is no surprise to him at all
he knows he could maim us; though he looks tame and could maul
Even a domestic cat could rip our faces to shreds
if we tease them or rile them or forget they're not fed
so the moral of this story is to be always kind
and the King will shrug his shoulders; go to sleep and not mind
After all we're the ones who pay handsomely
whereas the King and his subjects can see us for free
so who is the wisest; us humans or the lions
well the King knows the answer if we ignore all the signs
Up ahead the Safari jeeps are heading for home
so we bid the King goodbye and leave him to roam
and tonight I will dream of Tarzan and I will be Jane
as the Lion King of the Jungle will be at home ...
shampooing his mane! ; 0))))
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I’d noticed the striking white building with its handsome blue roof as we’d passed this way a day earlier, mustering our spirits as best we could under a grey, leaky sky that gave no hint of the beautiful evening we’d later enjoy by the side of the lake at Kirkjufell. I’d also spotted the rough pull in where the road snaked gently upwards through a patch of rocky scrub. “That might make for a shot,” was only the vaguest of thoughts as we passed through this remote area, heading for Arnarstapi and Dritvik Beach beyond. At this stage, the only thing we were certain of was that we’d passed the road that led to the Black Church of Budir and not taken it. And as we were following a circuit on the lonely road of West Snaefellsnes, we knew we’d need to be back this way the following day. That black church screams for attention you see. One of the most impossible to ignore hotspots on a peninsula that offers all sorts of possibilities.
So now we were here again, this time travelling anticlockwise on the most fantastic of coastal roads. Coming from a densely populated country where the sound of the internal combustion engine dominates almost every waking moment, driving here is an unrelenting joy. The Útnesvegur takes you through a brutal and dramatic landscape, where the story of Iceland’s violent volcanic birth is forever on show. In the far western reaches, we drove for miles, flanked by moss filled lava fields, roughly hewn and worn by the rages of a thousand winter storms, barely seeing any other vehicles at all. At times only the bulk of the ice clad Snaefellsjokull, rising mightily above everything else here seemed to anchor us to the land as if by some gravitational pull. A harsh elemental landscape in a time and place that has crept in under my skin and stayed there to settle into a contented glow that burns slowly within, forever calling me back. Having more time to explore on this, our second Icelandic adventure, was enabling us to see gems we’d had no time for on that dash around the ring road three summers earlier. You could easily fill an entire visit to Iceland with Snaefellsnes alone.
By now I was in a particularly fine mood. We’d already bagged compositions at half a dozen spots on this amazingly productive day as we made our way around the circuit. To add to the internal satisfaction levels, I’d also visited the fish and chip van at Arnarstapi. Let’s face it, if your stomach’s rumbling it’s game over on the photography front. Hunger is a big distraction when you’re trying to take epic photos. And now, a few minutes later after a spell in gastronomy heaven, here we were, pulled in at that patch of scrub and gazing at another epic vista, filled with more of those moss covered lava flows. And a handsome blue roofed building. And some other interesting stuff, I hope you’ll agree.
It was another Super Saturday moment, grabbed in a five minute roadside stop in the grand space between Arnarstapi and Budir. Well maybe a ten minute stop for a second layer to complete the twelve exposures for this handheld panoramic view that filled the space, tailing off into a hinterland of mountains rising from the red sands of the Snaefellsnes south coast under a huge gathering of heavy clouds that promised so much, and later delivered even more. It seems that wherever you stop - when you can stop - the chances are there will be something to fill the viewfinder with. Something that you perhaps didn’t see in a million other images when you planned your own adventures. Just like so many others, I love visiting the hotspots and trying to grab those memorable moments and record them forever. That’s what we were doing for most of our two weeks here, but I also find satisfaction in those impromptu moments when I see something else. And this is definitely an image I’d urge you to look at on the big screen if you can. “Best viewed large,” I sometimes read as I enjoy your stories. And you’re always right of course.
Elk
This male seemed very content to sit in this field, closing his eyes and occasionally chewing. His harem was nearby.
Northern Cardinal, Cardinalis cardinalis.
Discontented Cardinals raise their crests.
23 May 2021; 08:45 CDT; Provia, SOOC
The fields between the levee and the Meuse River are now replete with Cardamine, Bittercress. The Galloway Cattle of the nature reserve, the Meuse Corridor, graze contentedly in the greenery under an azure sky.
I don't know whether cattle eat Bittercress; I watched for a while and it seemed that they ate around the little clumps of those pretty wee flowers.
This water basin can found at the Ryoanji Temple in Kyoto and is very famous.
t has a very unique description. There are four characters chiseled around its side which if read clockwise from the top
This is a photo taken on Apr, 24 , 2011 that I have never done anything with. It was taken at Wheeler Farm in Salt Lake City. The wonderful little guys were in a pen with big fences and surround by roads, cars and other things that made it impossible to make a good image. I took it because I love donkeys. With the help of Photoshop AI I have been able to finally do something with the image. I liked this version of the 6 that were generated, Only the animals are an actual photo. All else is computer generated. I think Photoshop did a great job!!!
Under the tree, rising to the skies
I look in the beauty of your eyes
As the branches, stretch above
I strip your defences and make love
To my queen pressed against the wood
My tongue it tastes, your sweet bud
I feel the softness of your skin
As my love, slowly slips within
Legs and arms, they entwine
On your jewels, my lips they dine
Birds they hear our excited cries
As they ride across the skies
Bodies tremble, hearts they pound
Passion shakes the Autumn ground
I see the beauty in your eyes
Under the tree, contented sighs
Fairy Land.
By Edgar Allan Poe.
Dim vales – and shadowy floods –
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can’t discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane –
Again – again – again –
Every moment of the night –
Is soaring in the skies,
With the tempests as they toss,
Like – almost anything –
Or a yellow Albatross.
They use that moon no more
For the same end as before –
Videlicet, a tent –
Which I think extravagant:
Its atomies, however,
Into a shower dissever,
Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again,
(Never-contented things!)
Have brought a specimen
Upon their quivering wings.
I was sitting contentedly this afternoon watching the traffic at the fountains when two male crossbills fluttered down from above for drinks. After a minute or two they flew away, and my attention was called to a moving silhouette distant and high above in the big maple: a cooper's hawk, probably the same predator that upset everyone yesterday. Red crossbill, backyard Olympia.