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of an African Buffalo / Afrikanischer Büffel (Syncerus caffer) in the high grass at Moru Kopjes, Serengeti N.P., Tanzania, Africa
From the archives,,,,just a fun little pic.... my sister's kitty (now deceased) was such a sweet cat,,,,, she loved soaking up the sun!! Thanks for your visits,,,, wishing you a good weekend
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Link to Cincinnati Zoo..............
Also a new group to join for anyone who has Ohio Zoo pictures!
www.flickr.com/groups/ohio_zoos/
Also check out Zoos Around the World group!
www.flickr.com/groups/zoos_around_the_world/
Just want everyone to know that my hubby Mark did well with his knee surgery and is home and resting well! Thanks everyone for the prayers and best wishes! Also I don't know how much I'll be able to be on Flickr today because I have a patient (hubby) to care for plus three energetic dogs. I'll do my best to try too see as many of your gorgeous photo's as possible. Have a wonderful Friday!
There are mountains on my heart...
August, 2014
(recently just joined the Instagram life.. you can follow me at @samanthakstock :)
We all have everything we need beside us. But we only see what our perception allows us to see and everything else became invinsible.
The world may not be perfect but it's there for us trying the best it can to deal with what we need and that's what it makes it so damn beautiful.
Little Woof Woof walked in on Santa Claus, then asked to snuggle with him for a spell
(photo credit: Roshan Patel / National Zoo)
Photo of Abbey Island captured at Ruby Beach via Minolta MD Rokkor-X 50mm F/1.7 lens and the bracketing method of photography. Olympic National Park. Olympic Peninsula. Jefferson County, Washington. Early February 2016.
Exposure Time: 1/500 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-200 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: +1 / -1
If you were to Google "Contentment Falls" this is the view that would come up. But I couldn't resist taking this shot because its just such a beautiful view of the falls.
"Whoever loves and understands a garden will find contentment within."
~ Chinese proverb
The Common Crow is a common butterfly found in South Asia and Australia. In India it is also sometimes referred to as the Common Indian Crow, and in Australia as the Australian Crow. It belongs to the crows and tigers subfamily Danainae. The Common Crow is the most common representative of its genus Euploea. Like the tigers, the crows are inedible and thus mimicked by other Indian butterflies.
Enjoy how the surf and sun carve out its canvas of light Large On Black
2 of 10 : A deviation from my usual city-based norm with another coastal series following the blissful sojourn to the deserted beaches of Pembrokeshire.
I find a piece of my soul every time I visit the sea.
I'll probably process/mix them in with some springtime inspired images taken during this past week or so, too. : )
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As the juvenile bald eagle sits in his tree complaining because he is hungry, the backyard rabbit lounges directly beneath him... I'm enjoying backyard nature.
con·tent·ment (kən tent′mənt). noun. the neuro-physiological experience of satisfaction and being at ease in one's situation.
Second shot from my very first attempt at studio photography (at Monday night's OffShoot session in Dalkey).
Model: Dave.
Lighting and assorted electronic wizardry: Steve.
Wealth lies not in the extent of possessions, but in the fewest of wants.
My cat "Tiamo" (Italian for "I love you") showing off her contentment.
May the rest of your Tuesday be filled with contentment!
I realised today that I don't have to be
a thousand miles away
to enjoy what surrounds me...
I am the fortunate one that can walk
my streets
and find brightness and hope...
Not Christmas in an envelope!
But here around me...if I only take
the time...
a paintbrush feathers me in...
and I am speechless, electrified...
sublime.
sylvia...sometimes...
It’s almost worth getting stuck in the rush hour madness that envelops you at the instant the westbound crossing of the second Severn Bridge comes to an end because it might just make you appreciate what’s to follow even more. As the sign that welcomes you to the Principality in two languages tells you that you’re now on Welsh soil, the traffic that flowed around you so freely before suddenly solidifies into a mass of heaving metallic shapes, crawling as one slowly towards Newport, with Cardiff and Swansea merely distant dreams for the weary commuters who just want to get home in time for tea. You see a sign that says Gwasanaethau and for a moment you wonder whether there’s a short cut, but then you remember that it means a service station is just ahead. You could grab a coffee, but you’ll only be prolonging the torpor. Half an hour later you’ll be back among the mechanised scrum again, very possibly with a protesting bladder. You might have been a few miles further on if you’d just kept going.
But eventually and joyfully that hideous stony brown megalith, the Celtic Manor Resort looms high over you above the right hand side of the motorway and announces that you’re on the cusp of freedom as you approach the eastern extremity of Newport. A freedom that beckons you northward as you negotiate the enormous roundabout that awaits you at the end of the slip road and carries you onto the A449 in the direction on Monmouth. The sense of release is as immediate as was the dismay upon arriving amid the inevitable web of chaos that greeted you as you arrived in Wales a while earlier. As the road rises, the views open to the west and you can't help but feel a sneaking satisfaction at the thought of the cavalcade of vehicles inching painfully in the direction of Cardiff in the valley below. You’ve escaped and the big country is just beyond the horizon. It’s waiting and you’ll be there before long.
A little later you’ll arrive in the pleasing market town of Abergavenny. An unexplained tradition means you’ll stop at the local Aldi just before the town centre for provisions, whether you need them or not. You have some hard walking in the mountains ahead of you. Better stock up on Haribo at least. You can’t do a ten mile ridge walk without a bag of Haribo in your pack – there’s probably a byelaw about that somewhere. There’s a good chippy in Abergavenny too. Better stop there too while you’re at it. There’s still the best part of an hour to go.
Now the mountains have begun to close in and tower over you as you head north towards Brecon. The fast roads are behind you and you’ll need most of Brenda’s six gears as the route winds, climbs and descends through the glorious landscape. You want to stare beyond the windscreen into the raw beauty that surrounds you but you’re driving. There’ll be time to fall in love with the place all over again later.
You’re almost there now. You’ve passed Crickhowell and the unpronounceable Blwch. They’re not overly free with the vowels around here. Before the town of Brecon arrives at your front bumper you leave the road with a left turn, along a series of ever narrowing lanes, up and up into the hills until the very last half mile of bracken flanked public road that’s not quite as wide as your campervan. It’s a good job you didn’t buy a brand new motorhome because you’d be stuck by now, waiting for a friendly farmer to scrape you out backwards with a row tope. You’d probably also be weeping while the value of your shiny new investment plummets as quickly as the remaining road ahead of you rises.
Finally you’re at the farm where the summer swallows swoop and dance their welcomes across the space as you pass through the yard and higher still along the rocky track, before arriving at the field beside which your spartan yet welcoming lodgings await you. You’ve arrived at a place as beautiful and unspoilt as you remembered it. The silent contentment. With a glass of malt whisky you’ll sit in your camping chair in this field, surrounded by the long grass full of the gentle hum of insects at work. You gaze northward, towards the Black Mountains that fill the border here between England and Wales as the colours intensify and then the shadows begin to lengthen and cover the land in darkness. All around you is nature’s unconditional perfection. You’ve arrived and the adventure awaits.