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An old barn near Ross, central Tasmania. Taken on the way back from a road trip from Launceston to Hobart with my youngest son.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot from August 2020. I really miss those snippets of conversation. the fragments of other peoples lives, that you could hear as you walked around the city. Something that was actually represented really well in the Grand Theft Auto series of video games! If you could string all of those snippets together I wonder what the resulting chaotic narrative would be. Enjoy!
We like to talk
-really talk-
our sentences stretch out into the evening
and through the night.
No telescope could find us in space.
Coffee, tea, wine, and whiskey.
Even the pauses matter.
That idea of ‘heavy silences’
define our sense of selves
and how ideas can be considered.
Did you know
I couldn’t talk like this with anyone else
It takes a village to raise a child
and at least one other well meaning human
to heal an adult.
The noise is overwhelming
a disorganized mess
But when we have this dangling conversation
those moments make sense of us.
And we realize we’re still here.
Hear the blood bubble and flow
molecules massing and sometimes messing up
and we are vigilant
Do we really want to live another day?
Only if we can talk about it.
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How's your imagination?
While processing this pic of 6 Whistler ducks I had some fun imagining what was being discussed at the "bar"
Two on the left "Hasn't been easy lately Joe"
Centre two "Have we met?"
Two on the right whistling "Wow look at those babes"
Silence is one of the great arts of conversation.
Quote - Marcus Tullius Cicero
This boat just got painted, the painter had a coffee break, he just needed to do some cleaning before going home.
When I saw this iPhone advertising hoarding at an underground station last summer and then glanced inside the open doors of the train that was just getting ready to depart I thought to myself - "This is just too easy...". That didn't stop me from taking the shot though! 😄
With a sight and sound that commands attention from even the hardiest of souls, Colas unit 70810 powers up and accelerates her train of log carriers through Preston station on an autumnal Sunday afternoon last year.
The working is the 10.30am Chirk Kronospan - Carlisle Yard (6C37) and, as often seems to be the case, empty wagons make more of a commotion rattling around than they do fully loaded. In this case, under the enclosed and echoey roof, there certainly wasn't much scope for meaningful conversation until the train had passed.
This is the sister shot to the more conventional 'Log Rhythms' posted a few weeks ago. I figured this one merited its own outing.
Better viewed full screen - comments off, thanks.
2.23pm, 10th October 2021
Talk to strangers politely.......every friend you have now was once a stranger, although not every stranger becomes a friend.
What a beautiful thing children are and what a gift each one of them is to the world. I love hearing about their ideas.
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Every time I look at this image I see faces. Like a conversation is occurring between these two buttes.
I wonder what they are saying about me. :-)
"God, this is Bon Bon. Please make her stop pointing the camera at me. Make her put it away. Thank you. Amen."
Happy Furry Friday! 🐾
And maybe Caturday!😻
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"I live with her in the beauty of peace and of all delight and sweetness, I am directed by her counsels, supported by her prayers. I press forward by her merits, I am upheld by her kindnesses and daily I enjoy conversation with her."
“Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
"What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain.
...
"Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
"What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off.”
Quote ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Happy Sliders Sunday everyone!
Passion-vine Hopper (Scolypopa australis)
On Saturday I posted an image of a Passion-vine Hopper nymph.
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Today I found a couple of adults.
Andrew: So anyway, whenever I visit this place I feel there's a real connection with the landscape, as though maybe in a past life I was born into an Anglo Saxon family, do you know what I mean?'
Daisy: 'Do you ever lick Hawthorn? Watch this!'
Andrew : 'No but I read in my Herbal that the young leaves were eaten in past times and called 'bread and cheese'
Daisy: 'Listen to this noise I make with my tongue! phhhwwwooooaaahhhhghghghhhhhhhh'