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Exmoor is loosely defined as an area of hilly open moorland in west Somerset and north Devon in South West England, named after the River Exe, the source of which is situated in the centre of the area, 2 miles NW of Simonsbath. The moor has given its name to a National Park, which includes the Brendon Hills, the East Lyn Valley, the Vale of Porlock and 55 kilometres (34 mi) of the Bristol Channel coast. The highest point on Exmoor is Dunkery Beacon; at 519 metres (1,703 ft) it is also the highest point in Somerset. The total area of the Exmoor National Park is 692.8 square kilometres (267.5 sq mi), of which 71% is in Somerset and 29% in Devon.
Exmoor was designated a National Park in 1954, under the 1949 National Parks and Access to the Countryside Act. The Exmoor National Park is primarily an upland area with a dispersed population living mainly in small villages and hamlets. The largest settlements are Porlock, Dulverton, Lynton, and Lynmouth, which together contain almost 40% of the park's population. Lynton and Lynmouth are combined into one parish and are connected by the Lynton and Lynmouth Cliff Railway.
Exmoor has 55 kilometres (34 mi) of coastline, including the highest sea cliffs in England, which reach a height of 314 metres (1,030 ft) at Culbone Hill. However, the crest of this coastal ridge of hills is more than 1.6 km (0.99 mi) from the sea. If a cliff is defined as having a slope greater than 60 degrees, the highest sea cliff on mainland Britain is Great Hangman near Combe Martin at 318 metres (1,043 ft) high, with a cliff face of 250 metres (820 ft). Its sister cliff is the 250 metres (820 ft) Little Hangman, which marks the edge of Exmoor.
The scenery of rocky headlands, ravines, waterfalls and towering cliffs gained the Exmoor coast recognition as a heritage coast in 1991. With its huge waterfalls and caves, this dramatic coastline has become an adventure playground for both climbers and explorers. The cliffs provide one of the longest and most isolated seacliff traverses in the UK. The South West Coast Path, at 1,014 kilometres (630 mi) the longest National Trail in England and Wales, starts at Minehead and runs along all of Exmoor's coast. There are small harbours at Lynmouth, Porlock Weir and Combe Martin. Once crucial to coastal trade, the harbours are now primarily used for pleasure; individually owned sail boats and non-commercial fishing boats are often found in the harbours. The Valley of the Rocks beyond Lynton is a deep dry valley that runs parallel to the nearby sea and is capped on the seaward side by large rocks and Sexton's Burrows forms a natural breakwater to the Harbour of Watermouth Bay on the coast.
(Wikipedia)
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After a few days visit, I have to say that Exmoor national park is a hidden gem on the western coast of England. Stunning scenery and picturesque villages create a lovely combination of a peaceful place that is really worth visiting.
There are a lot of trails in the national park, both on the coast and in the hilly interior - and we of course tried a few of those.
Yesterday was my amazing Sons Graduation Day.
21 Years ago this beautiful boy came bouncing into my life weighing 9lb after 29 hours of labour! He was the happiest smiley baby me and his Father could have ever wished for. Not a day goes by even now at 6' 3" tall I don't get a big bear hug and an 'I love you Mum'.
We change their nappies, teach them to walk, read a book, ride a bike, we take them to their first day of school, we see them through Infant school, Junior School, Senior School, College and then hopefully for some University to earn a Degree.
From the day they are born we hope and wait for this precious moment. Yesterday his Dad and I watched full of pride and emotion as he received his Degree. This is a defining moment in every parents life and you know you did all you could do to give them the tools for a great future, Debbie (KissThePixel) x
This is similar to a recent post and is also from the archives but I tend to vary the shots of similar (if not identical) subjects. Sometimes I have a definite idea of what I want to capture and other times I just want to do it all...
Have a nice weekend ;-)
love
–noun
1.a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2.a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3.sexual passion or desire.
4.a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5.(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6.a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7.sexual intercourse; copulation.
8.(initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9.affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.
10.strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11.the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
12.the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.
13.Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.
14.a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.
–verb (used with object)
15.to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.
16.to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).
17.to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.
18.to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.
19.to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
20.to have sexual intercourse with.
–verb (used without object)
21.to have love or affection for another person; be in love.
—Verb phrase
22.love up, to hug and cuddle: She loves him up every chance she gets.
—Idioms
23.for love,
a.out of affection or liking; for pleasure.
b.without compensation; gratuitously: He took care of the poor for love.
24.for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of: For the love of mercy, stop that noise.
25.in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion: a youth always in love.
26.in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of: in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work.
27.make love,
a.to embrace and kiss as lovers.
b.to engage in sexual activity.
28.no love lost, dislike; animosity: There was no love lost between the two brothers.
I went out on a walk around my neighborhood to take pictures, and I was carrying that flower with me. This Man was washing his car in the driveway and the soapy water was running down the side of the road. I dropped the flower into the water and bent down to take a picture of this when I accidentally snapped it too soon. This is the picture I accidentally shot.
It’s not your make-up, but what you’re made of that defines your beauty. Clicked in 2022 at Sindur Khela in Chittaranjan Park, New Delhi.
Beauty is whatever gives joy. Edna St. Vincent Millay
the macromonday theme for today, 8/27, is to define beauty with a picture and a quote. this possiblity is my little black cat (LBC) whom we ascertained is 18 years old and in pretty good shape for an elder feline said the vet!!.... btb, i needed to take a gazillion pictures to get one that wasn't blurred-- she's not a fan of the camera close up.
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I stumbled on Kayla's IG quite by chance and asked if she'd be interesting in modeling for me. She was quite happy to. We had a great time with this session. I look forward to seeing her again sometime this year if all works out well.
LOL my boy's a freak on a leash, literally. Riot's Legend at just under 6 months old with his mother trolling in the bg. I got my license yesterday (worst time ever lmfao, BUT I STILL PASSED, and it was my first test) so I threw Kiara in the back of my little s10 truck (not literally) and got Legend into the passenger's seat and drove up to town with them to the park. Although this isn't a dog park, I still let them explore off-leash (although technically the leash is still attached, just in case). Kiara did amazing as always, turning on a dime every time I called for her. Legend is still in the works as far as training goes but his recall was very good today. He immediately came back about 8 times out of 10 so that's pretty good. Love my sheps. ♥
Wood Forgetmenot (Myosotis sylvatica). Currently brightening up a dark corner in the garden. So tiny and delicate!
From 'define:life' in Google:
"Life is a multi-faceted concept. Life may refer to the ongoing process of which living things are a part; the period between the birth (or a point at which the entity can be considered to be living) and death of an organism; the condition of an entity that has been born (or reached the point in its existence at which it can be established to be alive) and has yet to die; and that which makes a living thing alive."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life
or
"The number of years estimated to be the useful period of the asset, as determined by governmental or other appraisal documents."
www.cmu.edu/policies/documents/PropGlossary.html
or
"I won't hazard a definition."
www.embassy.org.nz/encycl/l3encyc.htm
The winter of 1962–1963, known as the Big Freeze of 1963, was one of the coldest winters (defined as the months of December, January and February) on record in the United Kingdom.[2] Temperatures plummeted and lakes and rivers began to freeze over.
In the Central England Temperature (CET) record extending back to 1659, only the winters of 1683–1684 and 1739–1740 were colder than 1962–1963. The winter of 1962–1963 remains the coldest since at least 1895 in all meteorological districts of the United Kingdom, although in Scotland North the winter of 2009–2010 was equally cold.[3] The winter of 1894–1895 was colder than that of 1962–1963 in Scotland North and Scotland East,[4] whilst although instrumental temperature data for Scotland and Northern Ireland do not extend back to 1740[a] station data from subsequent years suggest that the winters of 1813–1814 and 1878–1879 were almost certainly colder than 1962–1963 over Scotland[5] and Northern Ireland,[6] and that the winter of 1779–1780 may also have been colder over Scotland.
With an average temperature of −2.1 °C (28.2 °F),[9] January 1963 remains the coldest month since January 1814 in Central England, although for the UK as a whole[10] and in Northern England,[11] Scotland[12] and Northern Ireland[13] February 1947 and February 1895 were colder, whilst December 2010 was also colder in Northern Ireland. Much of England and Wales was covered in snow throughout the month.[8] Scotland experienced temperatures as low as −19.4 °C (−2.9 °F) at Achany in Sutherland on the 11th. Freezing fog was a hazard for most of the country.[14]
At various locations in the UK, it had been the coldest January on record for long established stations such as Newquay and Ross-on-Wye with the coldest January on record since 1891 and 1877 respectively. It was the coldest January at Kew since 1838.[15]
In January 1963, the sea froze for one mile (1.6 km) from shore at Herne Bay, Kent.[16][17] The sea froze inshore in many places, removing many British inland waterbirds' usual last resort of finding food in estuaries and shallow sea. The sea froze 4 miles (6 km) out to sea from Dunkirk.[8] The upper reaches of the River Thames froze over,[14][18] although it did not freeze in Central London, partly due to the hot effluent from two thermal power stations, Battersea and Bankside. The removal of the multi-arched London Bridge, which had obstructed the river's free flow, and the addition of the river embankments, kept the river from freezing in London as it had in earlier times (see River Thames frost fairs).
On 20 January 283 workers had to be rescued by RAF helicopters from Fylingdales, where they had been snowbound for several days.[8][19] The ice was thick enough in some places that people were skating on it,[8] and on 22 January a car was driven across the frozen Thames at Oxford.[8][19] Icicles hung from many roof gutterings, some as long as 3 feet (0.9 m).
On 25 January there was a brief thaw that lasted three days. Wikipedia
March 1992
Taken with a Nikon FM2, Nikkor 20mm, Kodachrome.
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Salar de Uyuni (or Salar de Tunupa) is the world's largest salt flat at 10,582 square kilometers. It is located in the Potosí and Oruro departments in southwest Bolivia, near the crest of the Andes, and is elevated 3,656 meters above sea level.
It is one of the most extraordinary sites in the world. The light is unique and blinding. The air is the purest. The silence is total.
More info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salar_de_Uyuni
Rainbow lorikeet. 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. There are not many things or creatures more beautiful than nature - in this case a brightly coloured bird.
Not a true macro as the bird is too shy to allow me to get closer.
"ACS Stocking Stuffer -Rudolph" by Popper Jack
in 2 different Designs Santa and Rudolph
for Bebe, Bebe Youth and TD
To get at the SL Christmas Expo
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"Christmas Indoor Photobox" + "Dear Santa" Pose
By Soemthing New Props & Poses
The Winter Wonderland is open Now at the Mainstore
Photographed by Ruth Rothschild
This photo was taken one June evening not too long before sunset after we had had tornados in our area. Fortunately, my neighborhood wasn't affected, although other areas of town were affected when the tornado touched down in those areas. After the storm passed, the setting sun peeped through a break in the clouds. . The sky turned an awesome orange and yellow as the sky and clouds reflected the orange and yellow spectrum of the setting sun. The two or three well-defined clouds still looked somewhat threatening even though they were mainly an orangish hue. Fortunately, they didn't materialize into another storm or tornado, and it eventually totally cleared up as darkness set in.
The San Francisco Bay dissolves into atmospheric layers of blue during the twilight hour, creating a minimalist seascape where water, land, and sky blend into graduated tones. This view looking northwest from the city captures the Marin Headlands shrouded in coastal fog, their silhouettes barely distinguishing themselves from the overcast sky above.
The monochromatic blue palette defines everything—from the darker foreground waters to the progressively lighter and hazier distant hills. It's classic San Francisco weather, where marine layer fog rolls in from the Pacific Ocean through the Golden Gate, enveloping the coastline in that characteristic moisture that makes the Bay Area's climate so distinct. The atmospheric perspective creates natural depth through color gradation alone, each successive ridge and island becoming paler and less defined as distance increases.
Those dark landforms visible across the water likely include Angel Island and the southern reaches of the Marin peninsula. The distant headlands that form the northern edge of the Golden Gate strait fade almost completely into the mist, their forms suggested rather than clearly defined. A few tiny lights puncture the gloom—probably navigation markers, shoreline structures, or distant buildings—providing the only evidence of human presence in this otherwise primordial scene.
The water itself shows subtle texture, its surface disturbed by wind and current but nothing dramatic. The lower right corner hints at a wake or wave pattern, perhaps from a passing vessel just outside the frame. The bay's waters have always been temperamental, capable of sudden wind shifts and challenging currents that have tested mariners since the Gold Rush era brought ships flooding into this natural harbor.
This kind of atmospheric condition is quintessentially San Francisco. While the rest of California basks in sunshine, the Bay Area often wraps itself in fog, particularly during summer months when the marine layer can persist for days. It's the price paid for temperate year-round weather—those cooling fogs that keep summer temperatures moderate and create the microclimates that make Bay Area weather forecasting so localized and complex.
The simplicity of this composition—essentially just horizontal bands of subtly varying blue—creates a meditative quality. There are no dramatic landmarks, no iconic bridge spans, no city skyline. Just water, land, air, and the fog that binds them together. It's the kind of view that reminds you why so many people fall in love with the Bay Area despite its challenges. The natural beauty here doesn't always announce itself with postcard-perfect clarity. Sometimes it whispers through fog, reveals itself in gradients of blue, and rewards those patient enough to appreciate subtlety.
Looking at this scene, you can understand why early Spanish explorers missed discovering San Francisco Bay for centuries despite sailing past the coast. The Golden Gate entrance remained hidden behind fog and coastal hills, protecting this vast inland harbor from European eyes until 1769. That same fog still obscures, mystifies, and transforms the landscape today, turning familiar views into abstract studies of light, atmosphere, and water.
John and I discuss how we can help him overcome his predicament and help him get back on his feet quite literally. He firmly believes that with refinement the devices he has been using already could become the ideal solution for this with the necessary improvements, namely comfort. I’m curious whether there is technology on board Mon-El’s ship that could be used to help improve these supports. Would certainly save John a potentially long and tedious process, I’ll need to ask him when I visit him later on tonight. In light of how he’s helped caused John’s paralysis I think this could help to ease any possible tensions between John and him.
Before I can think further on the matter though John points out the window as a searchlight quickly illuminates the neighboring building. It’s a block of office flats from what I can see, nothing special but it’s not what’s in the building that’s drawn all the attention. It’s the person stood on top of it standing over the edge looking as though she’s ready to jump.
“Oh my god she’s going to jump.”
I race to remove my clothes so I can try to stop her all the while I manage to listen in to a conversation she’s having on the telephone. It’s difficult to make out who she’s talking to, but judging from the voice on the end of the phone and how she’s talking I’d guess that it was her mother. Her mother is trying to talk her down clearly not wanting to lose her daughter as any mother would, I can hear her crying as she apologizes to her mother. She’s not planning on changing her mind. This blasted shirt, so many buttons I’ve got to hurry.
“They’ve said it’s probably terminal mom. I don’t want to put you and dad through this.”
“Just please stop! Don’t do this!”
I manage to get into my costume and race out of John’s office back up to the roof entrance of the building. Come on Clark you’ve got to do something before she makes that mistake.
“I love you two. Don’t ever think otherwise. That’s why I’ve got to do this.”
“Megan please…..!”
The voice coming from the phone falls silent as she lets go of her phone sending it plummeting to the ground. She’s about to jump Clark you’ve got to hurry up. I race out of the building and slowly fly over to her. The spotlight sees me and turns its attention to me causing the young woman to look at me. I choose a slow and cautious approach so she doesn’t accidentally jump out of shock. Fortunately she keeps her attention focused entirely on me so she doesn’t try to jump much to my own relief.
“Hello Megan.”
“You’re that Superman guy.”
“So I hear. Why are you all the way up here?”
I speak to her in soft and gentle tone to make her feel comfortable. Hopefully I can convince her to change her mind and not make the greatest mistake of her life.
“Because…”
“Because?”
“I’m dying.”
"What from?”
Playing dumb often helps to comfort people. She’s already freaked out by my appearance and by the sight of seeing me floating in the air, the increase in her heartbeat rate tells me that. Not knowing what’s going through her mind I choose to keep my other powers under wraps so she won’t turn me away.
“I found a lump……. two days ago…...”
“A lump?”
“Yeah…….”
“It’s not…”
“Yep.”
“What stage?”
“They wouldn’t say, but they think it’s terminal.”
“That’s why you’re up here isn't it?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to put those I care about through it all.”
“But you’re doing it now.”
She looks down at the ground as I say that. She knows that she’s putting those closest to her through and it’s what she wants to prevent. I slowly move toward her with my arms outstretched to show my intentions to help her. It works somewhat. She takes a step back from the ledge.
“I just……don’t want them to see me dying like that.”
“They don’t want you to take your life either.”
“I have no choice. At least this way they don’t have to see me suffer.”
She steps forward back on the ledge. Come on Clark you’re losing her.
“That sounds more like you don’t want to go through the suffering rather than wanting to spare your family the pain.”
“Would you?”
“No. I wouldn’t. But I wouldn’t want those closest to me to suffer either. They mean the world to me, and I know they mean the world to you as well.”
A tear drops down her left cheek, clearly something has resonated with her thank goodness. I take this moment to scan her body and check this cancerous lump. To my relief it appears to be benign. Thank goodness.
“You’re going to be alright Megan. You’re going to live a brilliant life. But only if you take two steps back.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know you’re going to beat this thing. I promise.”
“But what if I can’t? What if it is terminal?”
“You’re much stronger than you think your are. You will beat this.”
She looks down at the pavement for a moment before looking back up at me. I hold my hand out to her hoping that she’ll grab hold of it.
“Trust me.”
There is a long moment of silence and I begin to worry about what she’s going to do. To my relief though she grabs hold of my hand. I fly towards her and she wraps both her arms around me. I do the same as she squeezes me tightly. She didn’t want to jump. I knew it.
The spotlight remains focused on the pair of us as I hear applause from the crowd down at on the pavement. I did it. Oh my god I did it.
“Thank you.”
“No. Thank you.”
After two minutes with her arms wrapped around me she chooses to release her grip and looks out over Metropolis. The cityscape is lit up in a variety of lovely colors highlighting the beauty of this wonderful city. Megan appears entranced by the view.
“Is this what you see everyday?”
“Yes, and so much more.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It sure is.”
“Thank you. For stopping me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”
I put my right arm over her right shoulder and she rests her head on my arm. As she rests her head on me I smile relieved with how things have turned out both tonight and in the two weeks since I first put on this cape.
“Anytime.”
It’s been a funny two weeks. I’ve met my uncle, Mon-El, and learnt who I am and where I came from. I’ve managed to get myself a job at Daily Planet and been on the front page twice in the space of a fortnight. I’ve made some wonderful friends like Lois and John and most important to me, I’ve been able to help so many people here in Metropolis. Ever since I first set my parents barn alight with my heat vision when I was four I’ve been afraid of who I am and what I can do. But today, stood here right now having stopped Megan from taking her own life I finally understand why I was sent here. Pa always said I was sent here for a reason, Mon claims I was sent here by my father to spare me from Krypton’s fate, but I like to think that it was for something else. As far as I’m concerned I was sent here to help those in need, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
My name is Clark Kent. I’m a reporter for the Daily Planet newspaper. I’m also an alien from the planet Krypton, but you probably know me by a different name.
I’m Superman, and I’m here to help.
END OF VOLUME 1
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So after a stop start release schedule I finally finished the first volume of Superman much to my own relief. I felt this was the perfect way to end the first volume of my Superman story because it so perfectly defines Superman. He's an alien with godlike powers, but at his core he's human and I feel this scene is the perfect of example of it. He doesn't use his powers to save this woman's life. He uses his humanity, his most powerful weapon and I feel that's something that often gets overlooked by many.
Superman will return in Volume 2 'When Worlds Collide'.