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“We are nothing but shadows

Fading away

Trying to hold on to

This bittersweet life

That we call our own...”

― Ricky Mears

for Macro Monday: Opposites

Bragg Creek, Alberta. Yep, that's snow on the ground.

Alan Walker "Faded" - Piano Orchestral 60 Minutes Version

  

You were the shadow to my light

Did you feel us?

Another star

You fade away

Afraid our aim is out of sight

Wanna see us

Alight

 

Where are you now?

Was it all in my fantasy?

Where are you now?

Were you only imaginary?

;) I hope you`re all fine, dear Flickr friends!

Have a good start into the new week!

 

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Portland Head Lighthouse, Maine at twilight

Just like hope ...

 

Location, Kastoria, Hellas.

 

Have a wonderful weekend my friends and thank you all for your kind visits, comments and faves.

 

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Hawk Conservancy Trust, Andover.

5th May 2019

During a zodiac outing, the weathering sculptured effects on a tabular iceberg in Pleneau Strait could be observed up close. I saw a shot of this iceberg from a number of years ago and it was truly spectacular with an arch and window. Although still impressive, it is now a shadow of its former self.

 

As climate change evolves more massive tabular icebergs are calved from the ice shelf in Antarctica. For how much longer will we be able to admire the beauty of nature's creation?

7DWF: viernes flora

  

I wanna hold the hand inside you

I wanna take the breath that's true

I look to you and I see nothing

I look to you to see the truth

You live your life, you go in shadows

You'll come apart and you'll go black

Some kind of night into your darkness

Colors your eyes with what's not there

Fade into you

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

A stranger's light comes on slowly

A stranger's heart is out of home

You put your hands into your head

A million smiles cover your heart

Fade into you

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

Fade into you

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

I think it's strange you never knew

I think it's strange you never knew

Tune-Listen

Journey into the Unknown - Despite appearances to the contrary this was taken from a bridge above the line.

ⓒRebecca Bugge, All Rights Reserved

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The Aulne monastery (Abbaye d'Aulne) was once a Benedictine and then a Cistercian monastery - and now it is mostly in ruins. It was founded already in 637 and came under Cistercian rule in 1147. The monastery had many ups and downs, with its last golden era in the 18th century. But the monastery was sacked by French revolutionaries in 1794 and turned to ruins.

A lovely farmhouse along a rural road....

Passion is the quickest to develop, and the quickest to fade. Intimacy develops more slowly, and commitment more gradually still.

 

Robert Sternberg

still missing Spring...

 

Pentacon Auto 50/1,8

Landgoed Lonnekermeer

Deurningen, The Netherlands

There can be beauty even in decay.

One of my favorite views. Looking north from Okanagan Falls towards the city of Penticton at the other end of Skaha Lake.

  

the sparkles that bring smiles remain but you can't remember why.

Taken with my left hand which as I am right handed, is more difficult than it sounds :-)

At least I'm back clicking again, albeit slowly.

... but don't worry, the glorious colours of autumn are already on their way ;-))

HBW!

 

Eastern purple coneflowers / Purpur-Sonnenhut (Echinacea purpurea)

in Botanical Garden, Frankfurt

Caught this the other evening as the light was fading fast... Have a great weekend!

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

 

-- Thomas Wolfe

The shrivelled and dried petals span 3.45 cm ( 1.75 inches )

 

Macro Mondays: High Key

This corn field in the city of Oshkosh, Wisconsin, is dressed in harvest attire. I looked into the setting sun over the field from my car as I waited for the traffic light to signal my advance. The scene seemed worthy of Flickr. With my camera by my side I quickly framed the image and snapped before driving on.

 

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