High in the mountains stars above my head

I lay myself down in a makeshift bed

The atmosphere was cold and clear

And deep into the heavens, I did peer

In silence I viewed the Milky Way

In hopes to soon return one day. :)

This was taken while on an adventure with Wayne Pinkston on the same night that we ran into Brad Goldpaint who was teaching a nightscape photography workshop. I told Brad that I was considering taking his course and when Wayne walked up behind me and Brad realized who he was said "Why would you take my workshop when your hanging around with Wayne Pinkston" :) LOL

I have begun a new life journey allowing the Tao to guide my thoughts and it has allowed me to realize that life is not guided by my actions, but in fact, it is the actions of lives past, that dictate my future.

Wow, I can't believe I just came up with that. Haha.

Such is the way of the Tao. :-)

I have been reading Dr. Eliott McGuckins, Tao of Epic Landscape Photography. And I have a new outlook on my life and my photography. Thank You Eliott, Your a huge inspiration my friend. Looking forward to shooting with you again soon. :)

Thanks for taking the time to take a look at my photos, and as always, your views, comments, faves, and support are greatly appreciated!! Have a great week ahead everybody!! :)

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Municipal Stadium in Wroclaw

Start thinking !! - All conflicts and assassinations in the world are controlled and precisely planned.

As long as the world ruled by money and greed dictate bourgeois - nothing will change for the better.

..My We have to be scared ...Terrorists have no religion.

They were created for the purposes of the mighty of this world

Best in Lightbox - texture by Anna Lenabem www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/with/6959765488/

Selene sleeps to the soothing sounds of Mr. Moon in her SL home above the beautiful Enchanted at Elven Realm

"Don't let your past dictate who you are, but let it be a part of who you will be"

Have a beautiful week everyone♥

🎼: My Immortal ~ Evanescence~

"There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt." ~ Erma Bombeck~

"Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for." ~ Bob Marley~

Sometimes we have to just let our emotions dictate our photos.

She's on a Friday Night Express

She got her nails done and a brand new dress

She got a secret in her eyes that even make-up can't disguise

And all that matters is right now

A melody is on her lips

She feels a tingle in her fingertips

Tonight the world's a friendly place and all her troubles melt away

And all that matters is right now

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

Gone with the wind and she flies like a feather

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

So high

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

Gone with the wind and she flies like a feather

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

She falls relentlessly in love

She will never try to get me down

Just dictated by the crush, so addicted to the rush

All that matters is right now

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

Gone with the wind and she flies like a feather

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

So high

Gone with the wind, not coming down 'til it's over

Ready to fly one more time

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

Gone with the wind and she flies like a feather (she flies like a feather)

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

So high

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

Gone with the wind and she flies like a feather

Gone with the wind and the wind's gonna take her high

So high

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Hello There!

There were lots of tulips to be found this year so here is yet one more rendition! This time, the background colours dictated my sliding. I slightly warmed up the tones, then increased their saturation a wee bit. Last, I added an effect from Topaz Studio to create a more "painterly" look. I hope you enjoy. HSS! Happy Sliders Sunday!

Thanks a million for stopping by and for your comments. I do LOVE hearing from you! Have a marvelous and creative day!

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conform to the dictates of reason and justice, without constraint :-)

"Publius" (Alexander Hamilton), 1787

dahlia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

Far away from the West coast of France lies this group of islands called Caillou Bouillon (Pebble Broth). It was shaped by the forces of nature in the past, and even today the wind, waves and tidal currents dictate nature and the villager's lives.

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In a world where toys and playgrounds, words and images prepare our children for nothing but war, how can it ever be possible to create a community of peaceful coexistence?

Will we ever be able to cut the ties that try to dictate our every movement, indeed our every thought?

Victoria Pt, Moreton Bay, Brisbane, Australia.

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9.may 2010 - Mothersday - 1.221 / 150 / 767 / 4 galleries

* mother - the shapes and colors of a role.

Within the belief systems of parenthood, of motherhood, there are dictates of what mothers should be offering to children. ...

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The 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air is considered by many to be "An icon of its age" right along Elvis, Marilyn Monroe and Leave it to Beaver, and is among the most recognizable American cars of all times and are highly sought after by collectors and enthusiasts.

The name Bel Air is named after a affluent residential area in Los Angeles.

General Motors executives wanted an entirely new car for 1957, but production delays necessitated the 1955-1956 design for one more year.

Ed Cole, chief engineer for Chevrolet , dictated a series of changes that significantly increased the cost of the car, so that this model became more accessible to the general public.

These changes included a new dashboard, sealed cowl and the relocation of air ducts to the headlight pods, which resulted in the distinctive chrome headlight that helped make the 1957 Chevrolet a classic.

Fourteen-inch wheels replaced the fifteen-inch wheels from the previous years to give the car a lower stance, and a wider grille was used to give the car a wider look from the front.

Note the chromed "Rockets" that were placed halfway up the bonnet!!

The base engine was an inline 6- cylinder called "The Blue Flame Six" and this engine was running smoother than the V-8.

The 6 inline cylinder had a capacity from 3.860 cc with an output of 140 HP.

The drive took place via the rear wheels with a 3- speedautomatic gearbox.

The top speed was 160 km/h....

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I believe, I believe there's love in you

Grid locked on the dusty avenues

Inside your heart, just afraid to go

I am more, I am more than innocent

But just take a chance and let me in

And I'll show you ways that you don't know

Don't complicate it,

Don't let the past dictate

Yeah,

I have been patient, but slowly I'm losing faith

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

I believe, I believe you could love me

But you're lost on the road to misery

And what I gave to you

I could never get back!

Don't complicate it,

Don't drive yourself insane

Yeah,

Say what you will but I know that you want to stay!

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

Chemicals rushing in,

I know it's you that I belong to

I'm burning like a cannonball in the air

Crashing into who I belong to

Uh uh, uuuuh uuuuh uh

I have been patient, but slowly I'm losing faith

Please, I know you baby

I know you baby

So please, I know you baby

I know you baby

So please, I know you baby

(The shadows of your heart are hanging in the sweet, sweet air)

I know you baby

(I know you baby)

So please, I know you baby

(The secrets that you hide, control us and it's just not fair)

I know you baby

The shadows of your heart are hanging in the sweet, sweet air

I know you baby

The secrets that you hide, control us and it's just not fair

I know you baby

This species is one of our earliest spring migrants showing up as early as late March and is also a late migrant in the fall so is often still seen in our area in late October. The results of tests done has proven that they do return to previously used nesting sites. Since they are early arrivals in spring their territorial defense system is already in place when other species start to arrive as well as having their nest building well under way.

At one time they nested solely midst rocky outcroppings but when man started constructing buildings and bridges they quickly accepted these structures when they found how easily they could build their mud nests in eaves and rafters. The benefits turned out to be twofold since man learned that his new tenant was a good source of pesky insect control.

They are heavy feeders of flying beetles, flies, wasps, grasshoppers. mayflies, etc and on occasion will pluck aquatic invertebrates and small fish off the surface of the water.

Fall and winter pretty much dictates a diet of small fruits.

This adult bird is perched on a small branch where it is watching very diligently for a passing insect to dart out and snatch out of the air.

#InternationalWomensDay

#March8

Not a ladybird which might have been a slightly more appropriate "supermodel" for International Women's Day because of its name, but an equally pretty Cryptocephalus bipunctatus. The whole supermodel thing is a relic of the past anyway, but unfortunately, we still haven't freed ourselves from questionable beauty "ideals" that often come across as beauty dictates. Social media and "influencers" don't make it any easier, especially not for the younger generation that is exposed (and exposes itself) to what one might call the "daily dose of beauty brainwash", recently taken to the next level with the all-new "beauty filters".

In Berlin (and in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, one of Germany's Northern federal states), March 8 is an official holiday, but not (yet?) in the other 14 of our 16 federal states. So this Wednesday – where all shops, schools, etc. are closed (and the weather is too ghastly to go outside – winter made a snowy-wet, cold reappearance) – feels like a very quiet, lazy Sunday, and I have too much time for writing rants instead of simply letting you enjoy this adorable, brightly orange beetle, a member of the so-called "Fallkäfer" (Cryptocephalinae) subfamily of the leaf beetle family. The name "Fallkäfer" (a beetle that falls or drops) derives from their distinctive habit of dropping abruptly when disturbed. This image also is a true oldie, I've taken it back in June 2017 at the beautiful public park Britzer Garten. The focus is ever so slightly off and more on the plant than on the beetle itself, but I think it's still sharp enough in general.

Wishing all of my female Flickr friends a Happy International Women's Day!

~~~~Sumo wrestlers live in 'heya' (training stables) where they follow strict traditions that dictate their daily lives, from what they wear to what they eat.

The top sumo wrestlers are celebrities in Japan; they earn thousands of dollars a month, have fan clubs and retain their prestigious titles for life.

On tournament days, they’re welcomed to the stadium by cheering fans asking for autographs and photos.~~~~

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He is on his way and ready for the fight ;-)

I folded this Sumo Wrestler from 'elephant-hide'-paper 30x30cm. Final size about 13cm height.

It is a complex model and I did some wet-folding after the actually folding, to shape it. You can give their own characters that way ;-))

Model: origami Sumo Wrestler

Design: Nguyen Vo Hien Chuong

Diagrams in the book: '50 Hours of Origami +' by Vietnam Origami Group

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distribute or exploit In any way Thank you

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Done a similar version to this a while back but it was textured when I usually do a picture I do about 3 or 4 different versions of it am I the only one who does that Lol ? Then I have Arguments with myself as to which one I like the best and which one to put on to flickr then sometimes I think oh damm I should have put the other one on there lol sorry for lack of comments yesterday wasn't feeling to good hope you all have a wonderful week x

house with thanks to www.flickr.com/photos/cindy47452/sets/

I've heard lots of times the saying "Lets cross that bridge when we get there", meaning we will deal with a certain situation or a problem when time comes, when it's appropriate. But the thing is, we are all humans and life does always present itself with situations and problems needing to be resolved, along with all the good stuff in between. And we can't solve them all. So it's not only about solving problems. Is it now?

The real question before solving anything, before even getting to that bridge, is what to go after and what to leave behind, which bridge should we go to, making our own way on the map of our life. For there are problems and most importantly resolutions, which worth our time and effort and then there are those which are just... noise. So which bridge should I get to, to cross? Some times life dictates that, or so it seems and some other times it's all us with our choices and our decisions.

One thing is certain in both scenarios though. We are not meant to do just our best, for it won't cut it. Rather, we have to do our best with what we have at hand. So if you made it reading this far, one thing if any at all, to keep of all this rambling of mine, is to lay your own path on the map of your life as best as you can, before you start walking and crossing bridges in life. Cause like David Russell, a Scottish guitarist once said, "The hardest thing in life to learn, is which bridge to cross and which to burn"...

Finally here we were, in front of the lighthouse of Gythio. Long night that night, but we made it through. Gods of Photography once again had favored us with the joys of accomplishment. We made it to Cape Tenaro, got back for Dimitrios shipwreck and finally we were at Gythio, to see if we could get that starry sky in all three places, at the same night. Not that it mattered really, not anymore...

It was 3:30am and the town was sleeping by now. The Milky Way was in its way to set. Half an hour was left. There was lots of light pollution in the town itself, so this was one more thing to take into account. Yet I was standing in front of that lighthouse and I knew I couldn't leave without even trying. We were told there was a lighthouse guardian inside, sleeping at that point I guess.

I moved in as close I could, but not too close. I could hear my steps on the soil and I swear, ohh God, they were so loud. I set my tripod and camera looking at the sea, the opposite way of the town. Light pollution was at its worse the other direction. This way I could get me some decent darkness to work with. I also knew that I would not get the center of Via Lactea where its core lies, but it didn't matter to me at that point. After all, what I really was after that night, I already had gotten it and been feeling it. Inside!

At that point I knew in my heart that Photography was not just a means of communicating things, thoughts and feelings. It was not only about expressing myself. It can be a way to relief and redemption. And sometimes it can be just the excuse, the pretense if you will. To go after what your mind dictates and your heart desires. To go after yourself and push further...

So one last shot for that night. One last shot and we could call it a day. And what a day that was! Or should I better say what a night!?

Click...

The Dr. Eugene Clark Library is in Lockhart, Texas. When I wasn't taking pictures of commodes..:) I was taking architecture pictures. Lockhart isn't a large city but it has some great looking old buildings. Here's some info on it:

This unique and historically significant building was built with a $10,000 bequest from Dr. Eugene Clark. Dr. Clark was a native of New Orleans, and his father died on the battlefield during the Civil War when Dr. Clark was only three.

In 1896, Dr. Clark left Lockhart to study in London and Vienna. In 1897 he returned to Texas to set up practice in San Antonio in his new specialty -- ear, nose and throat. While practicing in San Antonio, Dr. Clark became very ill. He went to New York for surgery. On his way to New York he came through Lockhart to see his old friends. In New York his condition was pronounced incurable and he left to return to the only home he had known in New Orleans.

On his death bed, with Mr. Purcell and Miss Young by his side he dictated a will specifying that the citizens of Lockhart should have a library and lyceum. His will left $10,000 to the people of Lockhart, of which $6,000 was to be used for construction, $1,000 to buy books and the remainder was to be put in a trust to maintain the building and purchase new books.

A view of the City and Borough of Juneau from the deck of the Royal Caribbean cruise ship the Radiance of the Seas. Juneau is the State Capital and is located along the Gastineau Channel on the Alaskan Panhandle in the State of Alaska U.S.A.

The City and Borough of Juneau (/ˈdʒuːnoʊ/ JOO-noh; Tlingit: Dzánti K'ihéeni [ˈtsántʰì kʼìˈhíːnì]), commonly known as Juneau, is the capital city of Alaska. Located in the Gastineau Channel and the Alaskan panhandle, it is a unified municipality and the second-largest city in the United States by area. Juneau was named the capital of Alaska in 1906, when the government of what was then the District of Alaska was moved from Sitka as dictated by the U.S. Congress in 1900. The municipality unified on July 1, 1970, when the city of Juneau merged with the city of Douglas and the surrounding Greater Juneau Borough to form the current municipality, which is larger by area than both Rhode Island and Delaware. and Juneau is also the 49th state capital with Honolulu being 50th

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The City and Borough of Juneau, more commonly known simply as Juneau (/ˈdʒuːnoʊ/ JOO-noh; Tlingit: Dzánti K'ihéeni [ˈtsʌ́ntʰɪ̀ kʼɪ̀ˈhíːnɪ̀]), is the capital city of the state of Alaska. Located in the Gastineau Channel and the Alaskan panhandle, it is a unified municipality and the second-largest city in the United States by area. Juneau was named the capital of Alaska in 1906, when the government of what was then the District of Alaska was moved from Sitka as dictated by the U.S. Congress in 1900. The municipality unified on July 1, 1970, when the city of Juneau merged with the city of Douglas and the surrounding Greater Juneau Borough to form the current municipality, which is larger by area than both Rhode Island and Delaware.

Downtown Juneau (58°18′00″N 134°24′58″W) is nestled at the base of Mount Juneau and across the channel from Douglas Island. As of the 2020 census, the City and Borough had a population of 32,255, making it the third-most populous city in Alaska after Anchorage and Fairbanks. Juneau experiences a daily influx of roughly 6,000 people from visiting cruise ships between the months of May and September.[citation needed]

The city is named after a gold prospector from Quebec, Joe Juneau, though the place was once called Rockwell and then Harrisburg (after Juneau's co-prospector, Richard Harris). The Tlingit name of the town is Dzántik'i Héeni ("Base of the Flounder's River," dzánti 'flounder,' –kʼi 'base,' héen 'river'), and Auke Bay just north of Juneau proper is called Áak'w ("Little lake," áa 'lake,' -kʼ 'diminutive') in Tlingit. The Taku River, just south of Juneau, was named after the cold t'aakh wind, which occasionally blows down from the mountains.

Juneau is unique among the 49 U.S. capitals on mainland North America in that there are no roads connecting the city to the rest of the state or North America. Honolulu, Hawaii, is the only other state capital not connected by road to the rest of North America. The absence of a road network is due to the extremely rugged terrain surrounding the city. This in turn makes Juneau a de facto island city in terms of transportation, since all goods coming in and out must go by plane or boat, in spite of the city's location on the Alaskan mainland. Downtown Juneau sits at sea level, with tides averaging 16 feet (5 m), below steep mountains about 3,500 to 4,000 feet (1,100 to 1,200 m) high. Atop these mountains is the Juneau Icefield, a large ice mass from which about 30 glaciers flow; two of these, the Mendenhall Glacier and the Lemon Creek Glacier, are visible from the local road system. The Mendenhall glacier has been gradually retreating; its front face is declining in width and height.

The Alaska State Capitol in downtown Juneau was built as the Federal and Territorial Building in 1931. Prior to statehood, it housed federal government offices, the federal courthouse and a post office. It also housed the territorial legislature and many other territorial offices, including that of the governor. Today, Juneau remains the home of the state legislature and the offices of the governor and lieutenant governor. Some other executive branch offices have moved elsewhere in the state. WIKIPEDIA

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Thank-you for all the overwhelming support and many friendships.

Stay Healthy

~Christie

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A cloudy overcast evening in Seattle, Washington, USA.

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With 40mph winds and heavy rain, getting out with the camera, wasn't looking good. This time however I had a slightly different mindset and I was determined not to let the weather dictate.

As my camera is not water-sealed I had to hope either for a gap in the downpour, or somewhere undercover, that would still give me a decent image. After all, if my good friend Charlotte can go out in all weathers, why can't I?

Luckily, as we were staying on a farm, we didn't have far to go. One of the barns was open and provided the much needed protection from the wind, although I still had to keep wiping the filter from spray.

I did wonder what the farmer thought of us two. Howling winds, torrential rain and we are stood in his barn, trying to capture photos. He probably thought "Mad as Hatters" but I so enjoyed it. Thanks Charlotte, you were my inspiration!

I know it is a made up word, but I think it covers this image adequately! Hydrogeographology - water dictated the location of this 'graphite" mill, deep in the Borrowdale Valley of the English Lake District.

My favourite quote of the day ^_^

“No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.” ― Ansel Adams

🎶 THE PENTATONIX - THE SOUND OF SILENCE

Lyrics

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

Common Name: Hollyhock

Scientific Name: Alcea rosea

A very distinctive plant when it blooms with flowers ranging from 5cm to 12cm depending on care given which also dictates the height which can reach about 2.5m.

Have a great Sunday dear friends of Flickr family 🙏

Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.

Quote by Hans Hofmann

¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Neil Young - Harvest ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪

Have a super weekend.

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A belt. And one with a history. Originally, this belt had belonged to my mother (magrit k.), but when I was a teenager, she gave it to me, because she didn't wear it anymore, but I thought that it looked cool and also very much 1960s. Back then, I was totally obsessed with anything 1960s, especially music and fashion. And this blue leather belt, although from the 1970s, in my opinion, had (or rather: still has) the perfect swinging sixties vibe with its 5 cm/1,96 inches width, its nicely shaped buckle, and the large, punched holes. And those holes were the "problem". I simply couldn't wear it with its original style, because that belt was a low waist belt, but the dictate of fashion at the time I got it asked for a waistline almost under the chin. So I clumsily drilled some extra holes with a simple gimlet. Since the result, not entirely unexpectedly, looked ugly, I took the belt to a cobbler who did some decent punching work and also added the metal eyelets to the extra holes. I've been wearing this belt ever since, on and off, to this day.

The image is a focus stacking made of 15 photos. The in-camera stacking result looked good so I used the Jpg out of the camera and further processed it in Analog Efex. I've illuminated the scene from above and slightly from behind. To add some visual punch, I placed the belt against that red, transparent chocolate box lid which, as you know, usually serves as a colour filter. You can see how scratched that lid already is, so maybe it's time to buy a proper colour filter. On the other hand, I might simply buy another box of Mon Cherie chocolates to get a new "colour filter" – with the bonus of some extra chocolate pleasure ;)

HMM, Everyone!

“As meditation deepens, compulsions, cravings and fits of emotion begin to lose their power to dictate our behavior. We see clearly that choices are possible; we can say yes or we can say no. It is profoundly liberating.”

— Eknath Easwaran

My dreams dictate a story, I must flaunt my pride.

My life is a painting, on which my dreams reside.

My love is an intricate poem, dwelling among the tides.

My world is just the time at hand, the universe must abide.

💌 Credits : Syra and her Partner's in crime

📃 Facebook page : @slpartnersincrime

The City and Borough of Juneau, more commonly known simply as Juneau (/ˈdʒuːnoʊ/ JOO-noh; Tlingit: Dzánti K'ihéeni [ˈtsʌ́ntʰɪ̀ kʼɪ̀ˈhíːnɪ̀]), is the capital city of the state of Alaska. Located in the Gastineau Channel and the Alaskan panhandle, it is a unified municipality and the second-largest city in the United States by area. Juneau was named the capital of Alaska in 1906, when the government of what was then the District of Alaska was moved from Sitka as dictated by the U.S. Congress in 1900. The municipality unified on July 1, 1970, when the city of Juneau merged with the city of Douglas and the surrounding Greater Juneau Borough to form the current municipality, which is larger by area than both Rhode Island and Delaware.

Downtown Juneau (58°18′00″N 134°24′58″W) is nestled at the base of Mount Juneau and across the channel from Douglas Island. As of the 2020 census, the City and Borough had a population of 32,255,[2] making it the third-most populous city in Alaska after Anchorage and Fairbanks. Juneau experiences a daily influx of roughly 6,000 people from visiting cruise ships between the months of May and September.[citation needed]

The city is named after a gold prospector from Quebec, Joe Juneau, though the place was once called Rockwell and then Harrisburg (after Juneau's co-prospector, Richard Harris). The Tlingit name of the town is Dzántik'i Héeni ("Base of the Flounder's River," dzánti 'flounder,' –kʼi 'base,' héen 'river'), and Auke Bay just north of Juneau proper is called Áak'w ("Little lake," áa 'lake,' -kʼ 'diminutive') in Tlingit. The Taku River, just south of Juneau, was named after the cold t'aakh wind, which occasionally blows down from the mountains.

Juneau is unique among the 49 U.S. capitals on mainland North America in that there are no roads connecting the city to the rest of the state or North America. Honolulu, Hawaii, is the only other state capital not connected by road to the rest of North America. The absence of a road network is due to the extremely rugged terrain surrounding the city. This in turn makes Juneau a de facto island city in terms of transportation, since all goods coming in and out must go by plane or boat, in spite of the city's location on the Alaskan mainland. Downtown Juneau sits at sea level, with tides averaging 16 feet (5 m), below steep mountains about 3,500 to 4,000 feet (1,100 to 1,200 m) high. Atop these mountains is the Juneau Icefield, a large ice mass from which about 30 glaciers flow; two of these, the Mendenhall Glacier and the Lemon Creek Glacier, are visible from the local road system. The Mendenhall glacier has been gradually retreating; its front face is declining in width and height.

The Alaska State Capitol in downtown Juneau was built as the Federal and Territorial Building in 1931. Prior to statehood, it housed federal government offices, the federal courthouse and a post office. It also housed the territorial legislature and many other territorial offices, including that of the governor. Today, Juneau remains the home of the state legislature and the offices of the governor and lieutenant governor. Some other executive branch offices have moved elsewhere in the state. WIKIPEDIA

I heard it before I saw it. This mint looking, classic 1967 Chevelle SS rumbled the streets of Juneau Alaska.

The front plate's bragging rights: 'SS 454'

The rear customized Alaskan plate read 'WAYBAK'

One sweet ride !!!

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Thank-you for all the overwhelming support and many friendships.

Stay Healthy

~Christie

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Katydids come with some fantastic camouflage for hiding in the grass, or on flowers as the situation dictates - in this case the katydid is sitting atop a budding stiff goldenrod.

Otherwise known as bramble, blackberry, European blackberry, black heg, wild blackberry and bramble berry.

UK folklore dictates that blackberries should not be picked after Old Michaelmas Day in October, as the Devil has sullied them. Brambles used to be planted on graves to stop sheep grazing, but might also have had the more superstitious purpose of keeping the dead in.

The Woodland Trust - www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/trees-woods-and-wildlife/plants/...

When that day came, I didn’t allow other people to dictate how I should feel or act. I learned there was no shame in imperfection because history had shown being different had the power to change perspectives and eventually the world. This is when I realized that flaws had responsibility. This was the day that I learned I was truly BLESSED.”

― Shannon L. Alder

An Olhando o Sol's text:

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"I worked all my life. I reached halfway of it and the "books" dictated I should pass into a status somebody one day had the idea of naming “retiring”. I had no time. Today I have the whole time of the world. But formerly I was healthy and now I live in a constant complain. Yesterday I sweat buckets for some miserable pennies, today not a penny I have to sweat; they took them all away in the name of the “crisis”, that invented crisis which was only good to give me the time one day I wished and to take my life and my profit away from me. Wandering along the narrow causeway where a long time ago I played, I came across somebody who still lives in the dream of having time to have time, as if the life was a checkers game that despite of winning or loosing can always be restarted. As life can. Life restarts in any instant. But it would not be me anymore. I look to my ocasional friends' checkers game and I twitch my lips as if the life was that for a brief moment: a checkers game in a street lost in the World labyrinth that I can restart anytime despite of loosing or winning.

© 2015 Olhando o Sol"

Thank you for your visits comments and favs! :-)

...to free your mind and don´t care about that what others dictate to you....don´t look back

Tune

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In distance you can see Cowgate Arch, the only visible arch of 22 that form the South Bridge, the rest being hidden by buildings built on both sides of the structure. They are of varying size and height, as dictated by the dip of the ground along its length. Conceived to improve access to the city from the South, work began on its construction in 1785.

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Photo taken in September 2022

view of Grodzka Street from Plac po Farze (Po Farze Square/Former Parish Church Square)

Grodzka Street is one of the most originally preserved streets in Lublin. Both its course and its name have not changed since medieval times. In the middle of its length, the street opens onto Po Farze Square. The street's width, preserved in its authentic form, was dictated by its original function (a former trade route). The street was paved in the late 18th century.

Plac Po Farze - a square in the Old Town of Lublin created after the demolition of the parish church of St. Michael the Archangel. In 1936-1938, the foundations of the church were unearthed, at which time remnants of rib vaults, among other things, were found. For many years, the outlines of the foundations could be seen in several places in the Square After the Fara. In 1991, the square was given its current name.

The square is named after the first parish church of St. Michael the Archangel, known as the Fara, built within the city walls. According to legends, in the 13th century, it was erected by Leszek Czarny (Leszek the Black) in gratitude for his victory over the Yotvingians. In the 15th century, a massive tower visible from 5 miles away in Lublin was added to the west. Due to the poor condition of the building, the parish was demolished in 1857 by order of Lublin Governor Albertov. Much of the church's furnishings were moved to what was then the Cathedral, and today's Lublin Archcathedral. A mock-up of the church and a reconstruction of its foundations can now be seen in the Square after the Fara. It is the result of revitalization work carried out in the early 21st century.

The area of the current Po Fara Square was settled very early. During archaeological research and supervision, objects and movable relics of the Funnel Cave culture were discovered here, dating back to 3200-2500 BC. The next traces of settlement in the area are related to the early medieval period. In the southeastern part of the square, relics of four half-timbered huts were discovered, one of which, exposed in its entirety, was 4x4 meters in plan. Residential buildings existed here between the 9th century and the first half of the 11th century. In the 12th century, the square had a cemetery with the characteristics of a Christian church necropolis. Perhaps burials began here even earlier, in the second half of the 11th century. Due to the nature of the cemetery, it is reasonable to assume that in the 12th century, or perhaps as early as the second half of the 11th century, a church stood on the square. It could have been a wooden church or a small brick church. Relics of this church have not survived, while relics of another church have survived to the present.

Built in 1260 by the Captain of the People Gugliemo Boccanegra ..

His prisons hosted Marco Polo, who here dictated to Rustichello from Pisa the Memories of his journey to China from which the book "Il Milione" was born

In 1407 it was the original seat of the Banco di S. Giorgio, one of the first Italian banks.

Fatto costruire nel 1260 dal Capitano del Popolo Guglielmo Boccanegra .

Le sue prigioni ospitarono Marco Polo che qui dettò a Rustichello da Pisa le memorie del suo viaggio in Cina da cui nacque il libro " Il Milione ".

Nel 1407 fu la sede originaria del Banco di S.Giorgio ,Una delle prime Banche Italiane .

«Жить для того, чтобы есть!» – так, наверное, могли бы рассуждать гусеницы, если бы умели рассуждать. Они работают челюстями без устали изо дня в день, садясь на вынужденную диету только когда приходится сбрасывать ставшую тесной шкурку. При этом гусеница забирается в какое-нибудь защищенное место, плетет себе шёлковую подстилку (шелк умеют выделять все гусеницы) и, крепко держась за эту подстилку замирает. Через некоторое время шкурка на ее спине лопается, и гусеница как бы заново рождается. Теперь она опять готова с аппетитом поесть.

Гусеница — личинка насекомых из отряда чешуекрылых (бабочек)..Гусеница это оказалась гусеницей бабочки медведицы-кайя. Бабочка медведица названа базовым латинским именем Arctiinae, что в переводе на русский обозначает «медведь». Гусеницы средней полосы России покрыты пучками плотных волосков бурого оттенка, похожи на мех. А за ядовитый полипептид кайин бабочка и гусеница получили свое название Кайя.Медведица-кайя (латинское название Arctia caja) – ночная бабочка из семейства Медведицы. Размах крыльев 50-80 мм. Гусеница медведицы Кайя имеет очень привлекательный вид, впрочем, как и сама бабочка. Тело все покрыто волосками имеет черную окраску, лишь ближе к голове цвет тела становится ярко рыжим. Однако за внешней красотой скрывается наличие опасного яда, который может нанести вред здоровью.......Вот гусеница. Вам не нравится?

Да, красотой она не славится.

Да, неказистая на вид.

Всегда ползком передвигается

И так усиленно питается,

Как ей диктует аппетит.

Но в ней прелестная красавица,

Томясь, до времени скрывается,

Чтоб наконец увидеть свет.

Все бабочкою восторгаются

И у нее узнать пытаются

Преображения секрет......................."To live in order to eat!" – this is probably how caterpillars could reason, if they knew how to reason. They work with their jaws tirelessly from day to day, going on a forced diet only when they have to shed the skin that has become tight. At the same time, the caterpillar climbs into some protected place, weaves a silk litter for itself (all caterpillars are able to secrete silk) and, holding tightly to this litter, freezes. After a while, the skin on her back bursts, and the caterpillar is reborn, as it were. Now she is ready to eat again with an appetite.

The caterpillar is a larva of insects from the order Lepidoptera (butterflies)...The caterpillar turned out to be the caterpillar of the bear-kaya butterfly. The bear butterfly is named by the basic Latin name Arctiinae, which means "bear" in Russian. The caterpillars of the central part of Russia are covered with tufts of dense brown hairs, similar to fur. And for the poisonous polypeptide kayin, the butterfly and caterpillar got their name Kaya.The bear-caja (Latin name Arctia caja) is a moth from the family of Bears. The wingspan is 50-80 mm. The caterpillar of the bear Kaya has a very attractive appearance, however, as does the butterfly itself. The body is all covered with hairs and has a black color, only closer to the head the body color becomes bright red. However, the external beauty hides the presence of a dangerous poison that can harm health.....Here's a caterpillar. Don't you like it?

Yes, she is not famous for her beauty.

Yes, she looks ugly.

Always crawling around

And he eats so hard,

As her appetite dictates.

But she has a lovely beauty in her,

Languishing, hiding until the time,

To finally see the light.

Everyone admires the butterfly

And they are trying to find out from her

Transfiguration is a secret.

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Des jours tranquilles

C’est une journée tranquille

Une journée sans histoire

Ou plutôt, une journée dont l’histoire n’est pas dictée

par un agenda d’évènements extérieurs

Une journée qui n’aura de sens que celui que je lui donnerai moi-même

Sur mon IPod, quatre gars chantent:

« I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go… »

Alors j’ai pris le temps de faire des choses qui, hier encore, ne m’apparaissaient pas importantes.

J’ai peint un ciel baigné de lumière éclatante et assombri d’ombres spectrales,

Un ciel au calme oppressant et au tonnerre assourdissant

Une scène en forme de rires partagés et de solitude angoissante,

Un tableau fait de silence pesant et de conversations légères et sans fin.

Prenez donc une chaise mes amis! Et, dites-moi, avons-nous vraiment besoin d’un calendrier pour nous dire quand surviennent les moments les plus extraordinaires dans nos vies?

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Patrice (inspiré par « Fixing a Hole » par The Beatles et par « Tiny Wisdom » de Lori Deschene)

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Quiet days

It is a quiet day,

A day without history

Or rather, a day whose history is not dictated

by an agenda of external events;

A day that will not have but the meaning that I will give it myself.

On my iPod, four guys sing:

"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go. . ."

So I take the time to do things that yesterday still seemed to me unimportant.

I painted a sky bathed in a dazzling light and darkened by spectral shadows;

A sky of an oppressive calm and a deafening thunder;

A scene in the shape of shared laughter and agonizing solitude,

A picture made of heavy silence and light conversations without an end.

So, have a seat, my friends! and tell me: do we really need an agenda to tell us when the most extraordinary moments of our lives will occur?

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Patrice ( inspired by "Fixing a Hole" by the Beatles and "Tiny Wisdom" by Lori Deschene)

There are many powerful rituals surrounding the chrysanthemum. In Asia, the chrysanthemum is the symbol of a long and happy life. As part of this superstition, chrysanthemum wine is drunk in China on the ninth day of the ninth month for peace, health and old age.

The chrysanthemum also has a powerful meaning in Greek superstition. There, the flower is seen as a protector against evil spirits. This is the reason you'll often see the flowers in graveyards — but don't be persuaded into picking them. Tradition dictates that graveside chrysanthemums bring bad luck, headaches and even nightmares.

It is with great pleasure and humility that I participate in this campaign for such a necessary and present cause of our conscience and attention.

Violence is a monster that lives in all environments, in all social classes and respects nothing and no one. It is imperative that we open our eyes, look around and help those who suffer from this hell. It is imperative that we give our children fundamental values ​​such as humility, empathy, solidarity, a sense of justice and, above all, respect for ourselves and others.

For all women who suffer violence, never forget ... It is your silence that dictates the strength of your abuser.

A huge thank you, Lawrence and Kess for this initiative.

For more details about this campaign, please check here:

SL: One Billion Rising Campaign

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.”

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Just following the rhythm dictated by my dog’s nose and discovering the beautiful light on this proud tree, I would’ve just passed without noticing the tree if it wasn’t for my dog. So big cuddle to my lovely dog for making me see and experience more of the world that is right in front of my own nose 😝