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I felt free to take the picture of the freedoms on display in this scene.....
There cannot have been many who did not know that it was the 75th anniversary of the D Day landings.
This image was a complete fluke in it's origins,
i had shot 66715 "Valour" on the 6S94 Wembley-Irvine
( Caledonian Paper ) china clay slurry tanks.
Of course the freedom of the press springs to mind.
Any how, i thought to take a departing shot, "power on" after a crew change stop, and on reviewing it, i noticed this scene and cropped it out of the bigger picture.
I heard a politician say in a news report earlier today that we may be more or less back to normal by the summer. I really really really hope he is correct but my brain simply can not compute that information. It just doesn't seem possible from where I am sitting today, reading the grim daily statistics and listening on the radio to the arguments, accusations, and political point scoring. But who knows, lets give that optimistic politician the benefit of the doubt and so I present a little bit of Summer Freedom. We all need some pink clouds in our lives.
Into the light. Technically one would need to see the eyes or eye of this bird. I opted for wings of freedom in this black and white.
“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
Still at home in Phase One.
Cuando el confinamiento se convierte en una pesadilla.
elpais.com/elpais/2020/03/28/buenavida/1585377557_171354....
Dyrhólaey (Icelandic for door hill island), formerly known by seamen as Cape Portland, is a small promonotory located on the south coast of Iceland, not far from the village Vík. It was formerly an island of volcanic origin, which is also known by the Icelandic word eyja meaning island.
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Dyrhólaey (isl. „Türlochinsel“) ist eine 115 m hoch aufragende Halbinsel im Süden Islands, etwa 6 km westlich von Vík í Mýrdal.
Das Kap, das zum Meer hin schroff abfällt, ist vor 80.000 Jahren bei einem submarinen Vulkanausbruch als Insel entstanden. Noch heute kann man leichten, am Gipfel aufsteigenden Schwefelverbindungsgeruch bemerken.
"Freedom Arches
The Citizens of Toronto dedicate these arches to the
millions who struggled including Canadians, to gain
and defend freedom and to the tens of millions who
suffered and died for the lack of it. May all that we do
be worthy of them. Only in freedom can the Human Spirit soar.
Against the human drive for freedom nothing can long succeed. This plaque is mounted on a slab of the Berlin Wall."
Was it really worth it? I wondered again.
I wanted to believe it had been but could not help feeling cynical about how history repeats itself. There still were the same political intrigues, the hate groups that thrive on terror and human misery and I knew that there were enough egos and self-indulging crusaders to fuel another war, and another...
— Helene Deschamps-Adams
Happy Birthday to Beverley, one of Flickr's great photographers from Down Under. www.flickr.com/photos/137349496@N06/51912747554/in/photos...
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A young Amish woman escapes her daily chores temporarily with a short bareback horse ride.
I was driving a back road in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania when I saw this rider in the distance. I pulled over and realized I did not have time to grab the camera in the backseat with a longer lens so I took this shot before she got out of sight. The photo has been cropped so much that it is now too soft to be considered a good photo but I still really liked it. So my answer is to use a texture, and tell you the photo was crystal clear before I artistically used a texture for a visual effect.
Looking at freedom as a personal right: Freedom is the right to work out a personal credo. In a sense, freedom is the right to breathe... the right to enough oxygen for personal life... the right to be enlightened or ignorant. I just received Mary Oliver's new book from my dearest friend, Evelyn - Upstream. On the back jacket cover is a quote that I feel must be Oliver's personal credo:
"Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me, so many heavy coats. I didn't choose them, I don't fault them, but it took time to reject them. Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong. I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis, with the greatest respect."