Dust
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Girls going out, Flensburg, Germany
If you look closer, you can see the three young women walking along the fjord to a popular meeting place for artists and people who want to enjoy the atmosphere of the town.
- 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 little autumn light and color dusting helped make this water fountain stand out, autumn color never seems to last long.
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!
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
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'You were born an original, don't die a copy'
Pryce: Bloom of Spring Campaign: Humanity's Heart
"A man with power who does not use it to protect Mother Earth and her inhabitants, is a man who has no power at all...for we are but dust and to dust we shall return. Our responsibility while treading the mother's beautiful path is to stand for all creation."
My grandfather
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jHJpjETbwg
mmiwusa.org/ sicangucdc.org/ www.culturalsurvival.org/
Thank you Lawrence for inviting me to participate
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.
““You be the moon I’ll be the earth
And when we burst
Start over o darling
Begin again…””
More on a little virtual keyhole ☂
Dust & Sparkles,
Dea
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And a belated Happy World Cat Day to you all. :)
Bastian (mixed breed), 04.08.2021.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera
As the long weekend is coming to an end, emerging myself in some music seems like a perfect idea to me. Have a wonderful new week ahead, my dear friends! 🎧
清明連假收假了，糊裡糊塗也忙碌了過去… 只想靜靜的聽聽歌，再放空發呆一下… 晚安！🎧
The Civil Wars - Dust to Dust
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.
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Dust from the Sahara traveled all the way to Ohio and provided us with lovely, glowing sunsets. How cool is this Earth?!
The wind was howling nonstop through this isolated area, pulling huge clouds of dust along with it. That little square in the middle is an abandoned homestead. After doing some research, it seems that any roads/paths leading to it are long gone and a mile hike over what appears to be rugged terrain is required to reach it. Maybe one of these days—
if I'm ever feeling spry again.