Dust
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One more barn. Some family’s pride and joy pictured in a old photograph and found in an album in the attic.
- I am but a speck of dust in this vast universe. -
" Dry and dusty
I am a capsule of energy
You speak softly
We are capsules of energy
"
- FEVER RAY -
A Pale Swallowtail has been very busy as she is dusted with pollen. The Butterfly landed for a few shots and started sipping nectar from our Red Hot Sally Salvia flowers :) She is a bit tattered but still beautiful!
The sun was unusual that day, most likely a natural filter was created as a result of the suspension of dust from the Sahara. The clear but dull sun was visible without any glare, which allowed me to do a handheld shot at 300mm MFT using an x2 electronic teleconverter (FF 1200mm). The whole thing took a few minutes, a quick decision, I opened the balcony door, stabilized my position and here's the effect. Even sunspots are visible under magnification.
Children joyful dancing in the sun
With a blissful ignorance of what's to come
When the guardsmen start to struggle
And the barriers give way
We're broken and we wither in the fray
We are husks
Alive but barely breathing
Sometimes we pull ourselves together
But our efforts fade away
We are dust
Crumbling by the moment
We try to push away the ending
And black roses fall the same
Running off afraid of what's to come
When you're facing down the barrel of the lawman's gun
But the saints have learned the secret
And the rebels know the same
We're killing just to bury our remains
We are husks
Alive but barely breathing
Sometimes we pull ourselves together
But our efforts fade away
We are dust
Crumbling by the moment
We try to push away the ending
And black roses fall the same
Preludes of every stanza
End on repeating notes
A tale of woe and sadness
Chоrus of silent throats
We try and keep a memory
Transcribing every line
But when they turn to ashes
We perish slaves to time
Burned out on borrowed moments
Used up like cigarettes
We feel our time expiring
But it's not over yet
Each finds a meager purpose
Though our cold grave awaits
We face the morbid beauty
Of our collective fate
We are flawed
Chained to the laws of nature
I guess we'll have to teach each other
To leave legends to our names
We are husks
Alive but barely breathing
Sometimes we pull ourselves together
But our efforts fade away
We are dust
Crumbling by the moment
We try to push away the ending
And black roses fall the same
We are husks
Alive but barely breathing
Sometimes we pull ourselves together
But our efforts fade away
We are husks
Alive but barely breathing
Sometimes we pull ourselves together
But our efforts fade away
We are dust
Crumbling by the moment
We try to push away the ending
And black roses fall the same
A Blueberry Crop dusted by winter snow
Theoretically speaking, you could refer to this as an aerial
application - Just not from a plane :-)
Dormant blueberry bushes turn a beautiful shade of red throughout the winter
Leading lines to the British Columbia Coastal Mountains
Canada
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(Happiest) by the River
** Best experienced in full screen
'You were born an original, don't die a copy'
Eine Mischung aus Paprika (geräuchert), Knoblauch, Kreuzkümmel, Thymian, Pfeffer, Chili, Oregano, Piment, Koriander, Rohrzucker, Meersalz.
Duftet köstlich und sehr appetitanregend.
Allen Teilnehmern einen olfaktorisch genussreichen Abend ;) HMM
A mixture of paprika (smoked), garlic, cumin, thyme, pepper, chili, oregano, allspice, coriander, cane sugar, sea salt.
Smells delicious and very appetizing.
An olfactoriously enjoyable evening to all participants HMM
In Explore ⭐️
Robert Frost
In Stacksteads
Lancashire
A dust of snow
By ROBERT FROST
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Der Saharastaub hat sich am Samstag von Marokko über Tunesien aus auf den Weg übers Mittelmeer gemacht. Gestern hatte er Bremen erreicht. Alles war in milchiges, gelblich bis bräunliches, Licht getaucht. Spektakulär!
The Saharan dust made its way across the Mediterranean from Morocco via Tunisia on Saturday. Yesterday he had reached Bremen. Everything was bathed in milky, yellowish to brownish, light. Spectacular!
And a belated Happy World Cat Day to you all. :)
Bastian (mixed breed), 04.08.2021.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera
Taken somewhere on the road from Marrakech to the Atlas mountains in Morocco. I had my camera prepared in the car sitting right next to me with a 28-300mm lens to be ready should an interesting scene appear somewhere along the road. And it did. Saw this group of workers appearing at a considerable distance inmidst the dusty conditions of the country-side. Slowed down, pulled over to the roadside, lowered the window and took a series of 3-4 photographs, of which this one turned out best.
A young Thai motors down a rural road in Chiangmai Province.
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 200, f/11.0, 300mm, 1/400s
Ears back, head down, eyes focused, feet up, turbos charged and ready to launch!
SD Ardri feeling his oats at the photo shoot
It had snowed last Thursday and Friday without any wind. One of my favorite places to go in such conditions is the Garden of the Gods, a magnificent city park located not far from where we live. The rock formations with their sandstone red colors and the trees take on a magical appearance with a winter's blanket of snow and the right light. The clouds kept on into Saturday but broke nicely that afternoon. The snow had melted a bit, but still covered portions of the rock and trees. This shot was looking from the west into the Central Garden. I was hoping for a nice sunset but the clouds moved back in and, alas, there was no light show that evening. Oh well, next time!
Thanks for your views and comments!
Mérida, México at dusk.
"We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But, whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust..."
Garbage: youtu.be/vgAujpyDyTM
Macro Mondays: Reflection
Found a butterfly wing in the garden ... it's so light it kept blowing over and leaving wing dust behind.
After dumping ballast in Loretto, this rock train was seen here heading back to Humboldt, kicking up quite a storm. It looked pretty impressive here against the sunset. Quite the powerset for this train, consisting of an SD40-2, MAC, Dash 9, and another MAC.
Dust from the Sahara traveled all the way to Ohio and provided us with lovely, glowing sunsets. How cool is this Earth?!
What a dust battle with this shot, and believe me this was the best I could get with static clean and air blowing as this snapped. I guess the winter static has crept in.
Cornstarch blown up by pressing it with air thru the valve of a tiny plastic bottle.
Lit by external flash triggered by sync cord.
I used the bright stick to locate where to "spray" and a focus point, (refused to erase it in post).
For #MacroMondays and this week's theme #Powder
Happy Macro Monday!
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Chickasaw, Oklahoma. Imperial Valley, California. "Black Sunday, 1934, that was the awfullest dust we ever did see".
Dorothea Lange, photographer. March 1936.
Original picture:
www.loc.gov/resource/fsa.8b31783/
© Dorothea Lange, 1936
© Alain Girard, Restored & Colorized, 2023
The Dust Bowl was the result of a period of severe dust storms that greatly damaged the ecology and agriculture of the American and Canadian prairies during the 1930s. The phenomenon was caused by a combination of natural factors (severe drought) and man-made factors: a failure to apply dryland farming methods to prevent wind erosion, most notably the destruction of the natural topsoil by settlers in the region. The drought came in three waves: 1934, 1936, and 1939–1940, but some regions of the High Plains experienced drought conditions for as long as eight years.
The Dust Bowl has been the subject of many cultural works, including John Steinbeck's 1939 novel The Grapes of Wrath, the folk music of Woody Guthrie, and Dorothea Lange's photographs depicting the conditions of migrants, particularly Migrant Mother, taken in 1936.
A fresh dusting of snow layers over the top of Mount Oberlin. Mount Oberlin is just northwest of Logan Pass in Glacier National Park, Montana.
During this bull's dust bath, he would pause the wallowing and perform this stretch. He did this three times and each time I thought the dust bath was over and he was going to stand. But no, he would just stretch like this and then go right back to wallowing.
Photographed in Wind Cave National Park, South Dakota.