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It was a Wednesday in the beginning of July when I got a phone call by my mom. She told me that my dad got into the hospital. I was shocked.
Luckily he recovered fast and he feels better now but it shows how fragile our bodies are.
Maybe you wondered where I have been the last weeks. I spent lots of my weekends at home of my parents to help in the house and garden.
Also my laptop isn't really working and the flickr app is kind of shit with no access to flickr mail.
I have holidays now and will try to update here.
Hope you are all fine 😘
Monterey Aquarium CA
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Son tan frágiles, son tan débiles, son tan vulnerables.
Pero por suerte allà estamos nosotros, los padres, para brindarles todo nuestro amor y protección.
Hasta que un dÃa, finalmente, puedan abandonar su cálido nido.
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They are so fragile, so weak, so vulnerable.
But luckily there we are, as parents, to offer all our love and protection.
Until one day, finally, they will abandon their warm nest.
Strobist info: SB-900 1/128 power 200mm zoom with 50cm snoot camera left. Triggered by PW.
A difficult image to create. Not 100% happy with end result might tinker some more.
Also a difficult one emotionally to create. I feel I have exposed myself way beyond my comfort zone and I don't just mean physically. Sometimes it feels as if we need to hug ourselves. I also believe this is an image which will speak to people on a personal level and have different reasonaces for each individual.
Hey lets see if our resident copy cat can copy dat!
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This is the same wall as the last photo, but from another angle, looking across the gardens towards the Confederate Oak. The original walls of the sugar mill were constructed out of coquina, which is stone that is formed from tiny sea shells. You might think it's fragile, but this stuff withstood canon balls fired into it in the old fort in St. Augustine! It was quarried here in Florida, and used for many buildings in the 1800's. A few of the older homes in Daytona are made of coquina, too. It has become more rare now, and is used mostly for decoration and facades, not for the actual walls of buildings.
The original sugar mill and plantation was destroyed during the beginning of the Second Seminole War. After passing through hands a few times, the sugar mill was rebuilt and for a very short time, began to produce large amounts of sugar using 25 slaves to do the work.
During the Civil War, this building became somewhat of a headquarters for Confederate troops. They camped and tied up their horses under what is now called the Confederate Oak. The mill, no longer used to produce sugar, was converted to use for making salt, necessary for the war effort.
After the war, the mill was only used one time, when a couple of whales beached themselves off the Dunlawton Bridge's first incarnation as a wooden structure. The whales were dragged to the old mill, where the furnaces were fired up to turn the whale blubber into oil. that was in 1906.
Through many years, this place went through different owners and was reinvented, all the while the old mill was lying unused and decaying. The roof and all wooden structures were long gone. Now all that is left are the coquina walls, the brickwork, and the large kettles and machinery. I am surprised that no one ever removed the machinery parts, but they probably became obsolete and were too heavy to bother with, so here they still sit!
When you walk through Sugar Mill Gardens, you have a feeling of not being alone. So many thousands of people have been impacted by this place, that it is one of the most historic places in Florida. The sense of that history follows you around from the moment you walk in until the moment you leave, and no matter how many times you've been there, you will find yourself going back again.
I'm hoping to catch up some over the next few days, but I'm really behind and it's getting busier in my store with Memorial Day sales starting. I'm also training new people on some days, so you might not see as much of me this month. I'll comment as I can! Happy Fence Friday!
Lest we forget how fragile we are....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB6a-iD6ZOY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=49t85lWfimI
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay...
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are ......
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© Jeff R. Clow
My wife's hands cradling a newborn barn kitten that was probably only a few days old at the point this photo was taken.....
I found this nest and robin's egg on separate occasions in my yard.
The egg was unbroken, on the ground, nowhere near a tree.
The nest isn't a robin's, but I don't know who it belonged to.
After the Rain, the Music Remained
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A cinematic reimagining of a late 1960s open-air music festival, where thousands of young people gather across a muddy rural valley under heavy skies, wrapped in denim, suede fringe, floral fabrics, beads, and handmade bohemian details. The series captures the spirit of counterculture through intimate portraits, vast crowd scenes, backstage rituals, improvised percussion circles, guitar players, shared meals, wet fields, puddle reflections, and the fragile beauty of communal life after the rain.
The visual language feels like restored analog documentary film: soft grain, muted colors, natural skin tones, hazy atmosphere, shallow depth of field, and a strong sense of historical realism. Between the distant stage lights, the mud-covered clothes, the tired faces, the laughter, and the quiet moments of affection, the images evoke a world built around music, freedom, youth, peace, and collective memory.
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The famous Delicate Arch, in the Arches National Park, Utah, USA.
Quite a walk to reach it, especially in the late afternoon heat, but well worth it!
Zooming in, part of another arch is visible on the horizon, on the left hand side of the picture.
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Impressionnante "Arche Délicate" du Parc National des Arches en Utah, USA.
Photo prise en fin d'après-midi sous in soleil de plomb bien visible sur la photo. Cela rendait la marche jusqu'à l'arche plus difficile mais ça en valait le coup! De toute beauté!
À noter qu'une autre arche est partiellement visible à l'horizon, tout à gauche de la photo.
Black-legged Kittiwake
St. John's, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada
The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below me filled the air with a sense of power..as my right leg dangled over the edge of the cliff I leaned forward peering down on this small fluff no bigger than the palm of my hand. It sat there unattended some hundred meters above the ocean. One false move and death was sure to follow. It was at this moment that I was reminded how fragile the life of an animal truly is. Many of us walk this planet unconcerned about the footprints we leave on this earth. We let our waste blow along the beach as we soak up the earths rays as if we are kings and queens unconcerned that our waste will likely end up destroying the life’s of our sea creatures. We take strolls or playful runs through the tall grasses along the beaches or coastline often unaware of what lies beneath..possibly a Spotted Sandpiper nest. We cut down our forest to erect a new home or office building destroying the homes of countless numbers of our animals homes..without a care in the world…yet our actions have such impact.
I sat starring at this life in front of me..amazed that they build their nests on sheer cliff edges to try and prevent attacks from prey like ravens or eagles. Nests often so small only one parent can fit with one chick..even then they are barely hanging on. The challenges our wildlife have to face on their own is simple astonishing…yet…many of us walk this planet unconcern about the footprints we leave behind…maybe it’s time we do?
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