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Macro Monday
Theme: Biscuit
Size: Less than 3x3 inches
The subjects are rice crackers, one whole one on the left with the bumps and three halves on the right, showing the empty bumps.
Light source is natural side light through window from the left.
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Peaceful MM
Scratches, cracks and dents
We are what we hide
Life is far, far too short
to hide away
Scratches cracks and dents
We are what we hide
and we become more and more
afraid of crackling
..
- As the morning light illuminates our world, matter could be spotted and be seen crackling through our images, The Beauty of Sight, AZ. -
The Spaghetti Junction - a spectacular sight from the air and a concrete maze in a dust of fumes up close.
From beneath though the UK's most tangled junction, the Gravelly Hill Interchange, holds a few surprises.
And we Brummies, call it the Urban Concrete Jungle:-
Underneath this early 1970s construction, renowned as the bane of those who must traverse it, also found many treasures, delights and disturbing objects:
*Teenagers fishing for perch
*Artworks on the supporting pillars
*A ‘typo’ underneath the Aston Expressway
*Vivid yellow and black striped caterpillars
*The gravestone of DC Michael Swindells who was stabbed on a canal towpath while making an arrest in 2004
*Crackling pylons
*Three police officers on dirt bikes
*And, of course, the sweeping majesty of the roads above.
It might not be a place many have decided to venture, and one wonders Why?
Cheers for your cool comments and compliments from you here, my cool flickr friends !!!
They're back!!!! I love it when she looks at me straight on adorned in water droplets like sparkling jewels, It doesn't happen often. This is straight from the camera, I don't dare mess with perfection. My first meeting with my common loons this year and they didn't disappoint, I have so many pics it was hard to choose. Instead of me paddling like crazy to their side of the lake they come to me now for a meet and greet of about ten minutes in the early morning (6am) not long after I get off the dock just before swimming away to do what loons do best. Taken from my Yak!
I get to see my Mom tomorrow for the first time in a month or so, she is coming to spend the weekend with me. After that I'm getting ready to go camping with my horses. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!
For anyone who spends time during summer in Canada's northern lake country, the haunting, evocative call of the common loon is as much a part of the experience as fresh air and the sound of a crackling fire...Please enjoy!
Norris Geyser Basin, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. The area was named after Philetus W. Norris, the second superintendent of Yellowstone, who provided the first detailed information about the thermal features.
Location: THE BLACK Club (115, 132, 1122)
🎼🎶 °°° I will be Missing You 🎶
Carols being sung, it's Christmas
The fire crackling gently all the while
Snow is falling down, guess everything's just right
But I'll be wishing you were here with me
Everywhere I go it's Christmas
Our town filled with wonder and delight
The season to rejoice brings everybody close
But I'll be missing you right next to me
Feels kinda lonely when you're a million miles away
But maybe there's a star to lead the way
'Cause I wanna hold you when Santa's coming round
And kiss you right beneath that mistletoe
Ooh-hoo-hoo Christmas
Bring me good tidings and good will to this man
Since now I got my wishes down to words
Oh, so check out my list 'cause I've already got it done
I only pray that you were here with me
I wish that you were right here next to me
No my one and only wish is
You
Credit @ Dreamland Design
DD Esther Petite Winter Cottage
*Comes with surrounded snowy hedge , fireplace inside with flames and crackling wood sound.
*Door mat and flower planter outside with snowy flowers.
DD Winter Snow Scene
DD Eskimo Winter Scene
DD Little Eskimo Skiiing
Grass : .Lunaria. Snow Dusted Grass
Ground cover : .Lunaria. Winter Ivy Ground Cover
Tree : Hayabusa Design - Conifer Tree M17-3 v1-1 Linked
Pathway : [P5.1 Mid Middle Curve Snowy] Pathway Wood by TmCreation
Norris Geyser Basin, Yellowstone National Park. Processd with Lightroom, Photoshop and Topaz Filters.
and the days grow shorter... you can hear the crackling of the fire...
The fog smells of snow and wood smoke... charming little lights adorn the houses and everyone gathers with a mug of mulled wine to warm up, unwind... and share tales of winters past and dreams of future...
One day... some day... this will return...
And now back to reality... or maybe not... not just yet...
(English follow)
Les voix de Poësia
Le chant du vent dans les feuilles printanières donne une voix à cette forêt féérique où semble se déverser une rivière de lumière. De la même façon, le déferlement des vagues sur les rivages océaniques confère aussi une voix immémoriale à nos océans.
Le crépitement des pluies torrentielles et le silence pesant des brouillards sont aussi des voix de notre écosystème. Tout comme les rugissements volcaniques et bien d’autres.
Ce sont les voix primordiales, ces voix qui ont accompagné l’origine de notre espèce ainsi que de celles qui nous côtoient ou qui ont disparues.
Le monde de Poësia superpose à ces voix primordiales, la voix de l’âme humaine… Une voix qui s’exprime par la parole, les images, la littérature et la poésie, la musique et l’imaginaire des contes épiques et fantastiques. Cette voix est celle des émotions, du sens et de l’émerveillement.
Cette connexion des voix de la nature et de l’âme humaine nous aidera à retrouver, au plus profond de nous, l’émerveillement simple des premiers moments et, peut-être aussi, un peu d’espoir.
Patrice photographiste
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THE VOICES OF POËSIA
The song of the wind in the spring leaves gives a voice to this magical forest where a river of light seems to flow. Likewise, the breaking of the waves on ocean shores also gives an immemorial voice to our oceans.
The crackling of torrential rains and the heavy silence of fogs are also voices of our ecosystem. Just like the volcanic roars and many others.
These are the primordial voices; these voices that have accompanied the origin of our species as well as those that we encounter often or that have disappeared.
The world of Poësia superimposes on these primordial voices, the voice of the human soul ... A voice that expresses itself through words, images, literature and poetry, music and the imagination of epic and fantastic tales. This voice is the voice of emotions, meaning and wonder.
This connection of the voices of nature and the human soul will help us rediscover, deep down, the simple wonder of the first moments and, perhaps also, a little hope.
Patrice photographiste
* Esther Petite Winter Cottage - comes with fireplace with crackling wood sound, cottage planter, welcome mat, Bell sound and scripted lamps
* Snowy Winter Snow Globe
* Eskimo Winter Snow Globe
* Country Cabin Sled
* Golden Christmas Tree - sparkle lights and glowing star topper
* Love Owls Christmas Wreath
Other Items in my Scene:
* SYNNERGY TAVIS - Light Snow Fall - found in their Winter Courtyard Backdrop
* Glitter - Cute Snowman Mesh
* Lagom - Mega bulbs
* Bee Designs/Inkme - Ice pond
* LOVE - EVERCHANGE FOREST
* friday - Holiday Lantern
* KraftWork - Rustic Winter Gift Box
A high pitched crackling comes over Flit's transmitter, skrreeeeaaaaaatttccchhhh!!! Damn it, Eye bots.
What are all of these scouts doing in this district? What are they looking out for? There's only one thing to do when surrounded by surveillance drones... Smash 'em!
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It's cold... The morning light was replacing the mist... it was as if the clouds were gliding... retreating...
All was silent... Or not?...
You could hear a soft whisper in the crackling of the leaves...
And autumn is back... (said the little girl smiling)
She was searching for grapes. Big leaves were shielding the little blue and purple globes full of summer sweetness...
Yes... the leaves are changing colours... (continued the wind)
I like it when leaves transform... it's like magic... (the girl said)
But I know there is no magic... (she seemed a bit sad)
Are you sure there is no magic? (asked the wind)
What do you mean? (asked now the girl)
Well... what is magic for you? (continued the wind)
Isn't is magical when leaves turn to gold... or amber... or scarlet... and when they dance like butterflies?
You make the leaves dance (replied the girl)...
They dance with me... but I don't start the dance... I just take them to see the clouds... (said the wind)
So it's magic?... The magic of autumn?... Well... you never finished the story of autumn... (continued the girl)
Hahaha... hahaha... that old story... almost old as time... (laughed the wind)
How old is time? (asked the curious girl)...
If you close your eyes...
Can you imagine the fires warmth, that smokey smell, the soft crackling & popping sounds...
Can you imagine your favorite wine.. maybe its sweet & smooth, with a taste that lingers on your tongue... mmmm
Can you imagine your favorite mellow feel good mood music playing softly...
Can you imagine all that....
Then you smell the sexiest perfume you have ever smelled...
Now that's Thought Provoking.. :)
This is a teapot by artist Jiri Duchek and the crackling glaze is referred to as 'stingray skin glaze', although it is different from kairagi glaze, which, to my current information, ist the 'real' stingray skin glaze and crackles in a way so that the original clay underneath breaks through. This is not the case here, and also this particular teapot is somewhat hesitant to crackle, as I have seen other examples also made by Jiri that are much more prone to crackle. The tea that was brewed was a puerh from Jingmai mountain in Yunnan.
Traveling along the Ring Road in Iceland, the sun peaking out onto the Svínafellsjökull glacier was a welcome sight after a sunless morning filled with snowstorms and ice. Upon arrival I excitedly scurried up a quite dangerous snow embankment on the side of the mountain ever mindful that a slip would result in a tumble of several hundred feet that would not end well. After rounding a corner, I was surprised to be greeted with this breathtaking vantage point. I nervously snapped away amidst the loud deep crackling of the glacier beneath and the occasional sound of sliding rocks above me. The sun only lasted about 30 minutes that late morning, but by then the scale and the expansiveness of the glacier below had already etched a wonderful everlasting image in my mind. Standing there awestruck I could honestly say that this was one of the most beautiful places in the world!
Thank you all for the kind words in the comments!
Zum 2.Advent ein Märchen.
Die heilige Familie war am Heiligabend erschöpft eingeschlafen und das Feuer drohte zu erlöschen. Das sah ein kleiner, grauer Vogel. Schnell flog er vom Dach herunter zum Feuer und fächelte mit seinen Flügeln so lange hin und her, bis die Flammen des Feuers wieder aufflammten und das Feuer wieder knisternde Wärme verbreiteten.
Bei dieser Rettungsaktion wurden allerdings die Brustfedern des Vogels ein bisschen versengt. Die heilige Familie aber konnte in Ruhe schlafen.
Seitdem sind alle Rotkehlchen an ihren leuchtend roten Brustfedern zu erkennen.
For the second Sunday of Advent a fairy tale.
The holy family had fallen asleep exhausted on Christmas Eve and the fire threatened to extinguish. This saw a small, gray bird. He quickly flew down from the roof to the fire and fanned back and forth with his wings until the fire's flames flared up again and the fire spread crackling warmth again.
In this rescue operation, however, the bird's chest feathers were scorched a bit. But the holy family could sleep in peace.
Since then, all robins have been recognisable by their bright red chest feathers.
This photo was taken from my window. This little darling was waiting patiently for its turn at the feeder.
Birds are not privy to weather newscasts, but, I would not be surprised if they have a tiny microchip that indicates that winter is on the way. We got lambasted with snow a few days ago. I noticed the day before that the birds were frantic at the bird feeders. Their numbers increased as well. From thirty birds in the flock to over fifty! They are coming twice a day to gorge on the seeds, and that does not include the variety of other species that have evidently heard that the food is aplenty at our house. I think I need to start a ‘Go Fund Me!’
Winter is too long here, but we cannot dismiss the value of the free entertainment we get everyday watching the birds from inside the comfort of our home. The photo opportunities are wonderful as we drink our coffee and enjoy the warmth of the crackling fire.
Winter is here - “Let the show begin!”
A detail of a wooden closet in the house of friends in France with little ornamental curves taken upside down and a bit overexposed.
When I saw my first example of the result of my shaking hands I immediately threw out the window my attempts to make a sharp picture of the lines and the cracks of the varnish. Hello ICM (intentional camera movement)...
like a record......
Its fun to turn back time , blow the dust of the records in your attic and listen to the sound of the crackling over the favourite hits from your teens .
In the cutter harbour a crackling silence develops in the evening. The tourists and locals enjoy this time to watch not only the sunset. The cutters are ready for the next catch when the tide comes in again. You can only hear the seabirds screeching and you can see them looking for a suitable place to sleep.
Im Kutterhafen entsteht Abends eine knisternde Ruhe. Die Touristen und Einheimischen genießen diese Zeit um nicht nur den Sonnenuntergang zu beobachten. Die Kutter sind fertig für den nächsten Fang, wenn die Flut wieder einsetzt. Man hört nur noch die Seevögel kreischen und kann sehen wie sie sich einen geeigneten Schlafplatz suchen.
Crackling Lake, Norris Geyser Basin, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. The name of this thermal feature was proposed by Ed Leigh in 1967 because of popping sounds from nearby springs on its southern shore.
I love the fire. It has a magical and almost meditative effect to me. It’s not only the flames, that behave like being a living animal, it’s the smell, the crackling and the heat on my skin as well.
While I was thinking about that, I realised something else, the connection of fire and love. These two are mentioned together very often like in flames of love, ardent love or burning love. And truly, there are many thing love and fire have in common. Both are able to create and destroy and this simultaneously. They are creating warmth (up to heat) and light. They are changing and transforming. But both can hurt and destroy very fast.
When we are able to accept these similarities we may be able to learn something about how to deal with them. They need attention and affection and we don't need to fear for them but we always have to treat them with respect.
I'm sure there is much more to see and much more to learn but I will leave that to you now.
Ich liebe das Feuer. Es hat eine magische und fast meditative Wirkung auf mich. Es sind nicht nur die Flammen, die sich wie ein lebendes Wesen verhalten, es ist auch der Geruch, das Knistern und die Hitze auf der Haut.
Beim Nachdenken darüber ist mir noch etwas anderes bewusst geworden, nämlich die Verbindung von Feuer und Liebe. Diese beiden werden oft zusammen genannt, wie bei Flammen der Liebe, feurige Liebe oder brennende Liebe.
Und wahrlich giibt es viele Dinge, die diese beiden gemeinsam haben. Beide können erschaffen und vernichten und das sogar gleichzeitig. Sie erschaffen Wärme (bis zu Hitze), und Licht. Sie verändern und transformieren. Doch beide können auch verletzen und vernichten und dies sehr schnell.
Sind wir in der Lage diese Parallelen anzunehmen, so erfahren wir möglichweise auch etwas über den Umgang mit ihnen. Sie benötigen Aufmerksamkeit und Zuwendung and wir brauchen uns nicht vor ihnen zu fürchten, sollten jedoch den Respekt niemals verlieren.
Ich bin sicher, da ist noch viel mehr zu entdecken oder zu lernen, doch das überlasse ich jetzt Euch.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
The Helmeted Guinea Fowls has an unfeathered head, decorated with a dull yellow or reddish bony knob, and red and blue patches of skin. The body plumage is gray-black with white. The wings are short and rounded, and the tail is also short. They make a loud harsh crackling chatter. Size: Height ±53-58cm. Weighs ± 1.3kg
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I'm posting way too many Pics this week, but the heat wave here in Southern California is keeping me in the house with too much time on my hands.
Nevertheless, there is something to be said about relaxing indoors while sipping a glass filled with ice and sparkling red-wine : )
So, here I am… processing a rose from the archives while listening to Neil Diamond sing to me about Cracklin’ Rose.
"Cracklin' Rose” (Rosie) is a song written and recorded by Neil Diamond in 1970. In October 1970 the song became Diamond's first American No. 1 hit. It was his breakthrough single on the UK Singles Chart, reaching No. 3.
Here’s how Diamond was inspired to write the song. "Crackling Rosé" is the name of an inexpensive sparkling wine once produced by Andres Wines of British Columbia, Canada, which was popular among the Indigenous population. Diamond heard a story about a native Canadian tribe while doing an interview in Toronto, Canada. The tribe had more men than women, so the lonely men of the tribe would sit around the fire and drink their Crackling Rosé together... which inspired Diamond to write the song.
(Nikon, 100-400/5.6 @ 340 mm, 1/2500 @ f/8, ISO 800, processed to taste)
Stranded in the spooky town
Stop lights are swaying and the phone lines are down
The floor is crackling cold
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun
Driven by the strangle of vein
Showing no mercy, I'd do it again
Open up your eyes
You keep on crying
Baby I'll bleed you dry
Skies are blinking at me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
Your shimmy shook my boat
Leaving me stranded all in love on my own
Do you think of me?
Where am I now
Baby where do I sleep?
It feels so good but I am old
2000 years of chasing taking its toll
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
Benni and I headed to Laguna Beach today when it was finally cool enough to go out. We had a week with 90's F. temperatures.
Smile on Saturday group has a theme of "Autumn Joy"
and I had a plan for a picture but when I saw this Laguna Art Festival long banner crackling and snapping in the wind it took my breath away, looked like Autumn and did bring me joy. It goes all along the bluff overlooking Laguna Beach.
"Sunset Trace" Artist: Patrick Shearn
:: These November days...a stillness descends, the sky a solemn shade of grey, the spirit of snow tickles the air. I walk and consider the immense beauty in the bareness of the branches, the sound of leaves crackling as I walk, the invigorating chill that fills my lungs. Renewed energy fills my soul, a heart in flight. ::
What are you doing at the window? (asked softly one of the old ladies, whilst knitting a wool sock)
I'm listening... (the little girl replied)
Listening? To whom? (asked the other old lady... so surprised that she stopped crocheting the little snowflake and looked up at the girl)
To myself... and I'm waiting for the story... (whispered gently the little girl, still watching outside the window)
And what do you tell yourself? (continued the lady with the snowflake)
I like to think about what I did today and what I want to do tomorrow and all the other tomorrows... I'm telling a story where I am the hero... (and the little girl smiled and turned her gaze towards the old ladies... her grandmothers)...
All the other tomorrows? What do you mean with that? (asked the grandmother with the sock)
Other tomorrows... after tomorrow there is another tomorrow... and another one... and another one... other tomorrows (this time the girl was puzzled)
She expected that her grandmothers understood this... after all they have more yesterdays than her... you can see them in their hair... it's all white and grey... one has the color of the winter sky and the other has the hair white with golden accents, just like the golden fields from summer)
The old ladies were surprised... and once again silence descended in the little room.
All was quiet... all except for the fire... You could hear a crackling and popping sound... and it seemed louder... and maybe something else... Was it the wind?
Continued from Frosted little... leaves...
I wish I could put a sound bite on this series. The wind in the trees made the leaves shiver and it was like paper hands clapping...the only other sounds besides the fallen leaves crackling under my feet were the birds on the lake. I could have spent the day alone with those sounds..
After the storm, everyone was out admiring the beauty. Not a sound in the marsh except the crackling of ice as the branches swayed in the breeze. I could have stayed all day :))
The crackling of fire continued to deteriorate the wood. As time passes, both continue to loose each others form. Fire diminishing along with the wood that turns to soot until there is nothing left but smoke. But the journey of both brought warmth to a now cold home. Without their partnership, the beauty of feeling heat on a cold winter night or a rainy day would have never been experienced.
Their differences are surely vast that it could be difficult to coexist sometimes. Fire needs to spread, burn and devour all in its path, quite self aware, fierce and yet it knows how to survive in that manner. It also knows when to stop and remain but a small flicker. Earth is always warm, calculating, observant and just still. Nurturing and silent, slow and steady. Allowing life to exist, emitting empathy and giving birth to new opportunities. The possibilities of its care are endless.
Fire and Earth may not be an ideal combination due to the ultimate power both can produce if they worked together. They can make a whole nation collapse if unleashed. It was then that the two realized they could create even more wonders together. Gold coming from the earth could easily be melted with fire and turned into something precious. Without earth's elements, fire cannot exist and similarly without fire's involvement, earth's form cannot change.
The gold flame is a promise that both precious hearts will always belong to each other. Despite the obstacles of their union, the distance between their outstretched hearts and the burning strength in their souls to always be there for each other.
My friend Alex who I was traveling with was really excited about the prospect of seeing aurora borealis during this trip and I have never been in the vicinity of Jökulsárlón at night either so after settling in at the farm hostel we were going to sleep at the first night, we set out to take some night photos. Raggi came with us but Heiða stayed behind. Was real eerie being out there just the three of us as I am so used to coming there and the place is swarming with people.
The icebergs were crashing against each other and making these crackling and splashing sounds and it was pretty peaceful to stand out there in the moonlight for an hour or so. Didn´t see any borealis and at first the constant movement of the icebergs irritated me (guess the tide was coming in). I quickly realized that it could look cool though so I just found a piece of ice stuck on the shore to help the composition and the result is this photograph.
winter beech leaves
brown and crackling
ready to fall
I love the way beech guards its leaves all winter until the new soft green spring ones appear
A peaceful lush oasis almost hidden away in the centre of Chichester, the gardens date back to 1147-1148 and have recently undergone a major refurbishment.
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Öxnadalur
Fog drowns the dale
so the ridgepeaks
no longer show
From Hraunslake
gasps carry in
crackling silence.
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Poem by the Icelandic Poet Gerður Kristný.
Translated by Spenser Santos.
Many Thanks for use of Textures Kerstin Frank www.flickr.com/photos/kerstinfrank-design/albums/72157628...
Lenabem-Anna J. www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna
Bird Brushes SkeletalMess www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/4118299402 /
Feel the Winter coming on
Hear it in the crackling trees
Note the crisping quivering wind
Sharply snapping at their leaves
See it in the early eves
In the glowing sunset where
Shadows of the naked trees
Rattle in the biting air
Let the frost rest on your face
Sense a shiver on your skin
See how pretty nature is
When she ushers Winter in
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4duBXGPjYJM
Merry Christmas to all & Happy New Year too and also i am nursing an injury i got last week 2 bruised ribs after i tripped over something very silly so i am mostly on /off cus too long at keyboard hurts be well all also ^^ Many Thanks to all that likes always appreciated
Fog crawls over the damp floor. Distant water splashes echo through the tunnel, mixed with the sound of his heavy breath. His mission seemed simple: Bring the head of their leader. These guys were said to be simple lunatics. Blood dripped from his broken nose, drenching his clothes and the floor. But this... he never expected this.
Crackling fire rose from the halo over her head, while their glowing eyes broke through the fog. The two men leaned over to get a better view on the intruder. How come they seemed so relaxed? He couldn't help but sense the aura of danger surrounding them. What had he gotten himself into? He should have never come here.
"We are the Care Bears and these are our grounds.", she spoke. Her voice echoed from the walls like a nightmare. "I'm Tenderheart and these", her arms make a wide movement, seeming almost welcoming as she points at her companions. "are the brothers Sunshine and Champ."
Though he couldn't see her face underneath the mask, her voice sounded like she was smiling.
"They care especially lot.", she continued.
"Oh yes.", replied Champ. He was a tall, slender guy with a blue bear masks.
"It's true.", agreed Sunshine, who was smaller than his brother but wider. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you."
"Promise.", said Champ.
"I don't care who you are. Why", the wounded man coughs and spits blood on the floor. "are you telling me all this nonsense?"
Threateningly their weapons click, though they still leaned unimpressed against the walls.
"Courtesy.", she replies and he knew she was smiling. "Isn't it fair to know their names? They'll be the last thing you see before it gets dark."
- Credits -
On me:
Coat: Hotdog - Feathered coat @TMD
Pants: [Deadwool] - Peak suit
Bandage: Caboodle - Gauze Wrap
Shoes: [ VERSOV ] - Doxov Low
Backdrop: VARONIS - Asahi Underpass Backdrop
Masks: [10000&Co.] - Mask (Gacha)
Pistols & Gun: SAC - Gen4-17 Pistol
Dreamland Designs Amalia Draped Chair Birdcage Lamp @ Dreamland Designs
Dreamland Designs Cary Desk, and
Cary Fireplace. The fireplace set has an animated Flame with Menu particles and Crackling Sounds. Included are The candles-mirror and cactus plant. Both @ Girls Heaven event
Scuffed White Victorian Buffet Set also available from Dreamland Designs