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Back to my early morning visits to Earlswood Common this weekend. I've had to boost the yellow a bit in this shot of the lake or all you would have seen was a blanket of mist - and a big, thick, grey, heavy, drizzly mist at that. I'm not sure if it works but it does reflect how very peaceful I felt that morning.
I have chosen this as my one shot for GalleryOne for no other reason that it's the shot I'm happiest about at the moment! No doubt I'll change my mind soon but right now I enjoy the balance and the way that the space dominates the image. I love the quote too :)
The Lower Falls at Cataract State Park in Indiana, have half frozen, while the other half flows freely.
There are lotta monkeys roaming freely at Batu Caves, Selangor. They somehow know how to behave and foods can be in abundance for them when visitors would eagerly feed them at any opportune.
Batu Caves is a limestone hill, which has a series of caves and cave temples, located in Gombak district, 13 km north of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. It takes its name from the Sungai Batu or Batu River, which flows past the hill. Batu Caves is also the name of the nearby village.
The cave is one of the most popular Hindu shrines outside India, dedicated to Lord Murugan. It is the focal point of Hindu festival of Thaipusam in Malaysia which attracts over 1.5 million pilgrims yearly, making it one of the largest annual gatherings anywhere in the world.
I freely admit it. I am a sucker for an old fence or gate. Even more so when there are flowers growing around and through it. I can not seem to pass by without taking a photo.
What is your must take photo?
CarlZeiss Y/Contax Planar T* 1.4/50
@ Showa Commemorative National Government Park
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In my garden. La Ceja, Colombia.
This popular and vigorous succulent has 4 to 8 inches wide, tight rosettes of flat grey-green leaves that, when mature, form offsets freely to form large solid clumps 4 to 6 inches tall. It has a branched arching inflorescence bearing clusters of red and yellow flowers in the spring and early summer.
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Film analogica 1983
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Alice guarda i gatti e i gatti guardano nel sole
Mentre il mondo sta girando senza fretta
Irene al quarto piano è lì tranquilla
E si guarda nello specchio e accende un'altra sigaretta
E Lili Marlene, bella più che mai
Sorride e non ti dice la sua età
Ma tutto questo Alice non lo sa
"Ma io non ci sto più", gridò lo sposo e poi
Tutti pensarono dietro ai cappelli
"Lo sposo è impazzito oppure ha bevuto"
Ma la sposa aspetta un figlio e lui lo sa
Non è così che se ne andrà
Alice guarda i gatti e i gatti muoiono nel sole
Mentre il sole a poco a poco si avvicina
E Cesare perduto nella pioggia
Sta aspettando da sei ore il suo amore ballerina
E rimane lì a bagnarsi ancora un po'
E il tram di mezzanotte se ne va
Ma tutto questo Alice non lo sa
"Ma io non ci sto più", e i pazzi siete voi
Tutti pensarono dietro ai cappelli
"Lo sposo è impazzito oppure ha bevuto"
Ma la sposa aspetta un figlio e lui lo sa
Non è così che se ne andrà
Alice guarda i gatti e i gatti girano nel sole
Mentre il sole fa l'amore con la luna
Il mendicante arabo ha qualcosa nel cappello
Ma è convinto che sia un portafortuna
Non ti chiede mai pane o carità
E un posto per dormire non ce l'ha
Ma tutto questo Alice non lo sa
"Ma io non ci sto più", gridò lo sposo e poi
Tutti pensarono dietro ai cappelli
"Lo sposo è impazzito oppure ha bevuto"
Ma la sposa aspetta un figlio e lui lo sa
Non è così che se ne andrà
Alice looks at cats and cats look into the sun
While the world is turning unhurriedly
Irene on the fourth floor is there quietly
And she looks in the mirror and lights another cigarette
And Lili Marlene, as beautiful as ever
She smiles and doesn't tell you her age
But Alice doesn't know this
"But I'm not in it anymore", cried the groom and then
Everyone thought behind their hats
"The groom's gone mad or he's been drinking"
But the bride is with child and he knows it
That's not the way he'll go
Alice watches the cats and the cats die in the sun
As the sun little by little gets closer
And Caesar lost in the rain
He's been waiting for six hours for his love dancer
And he stays there to get wet some more
And the midnight tram goes away
But Alice doesn't know this
"But I'm not in it any more", and you're the fools
Everyone thought behind their hats
"The bridegroom's gone mad or he's been drinking"
But the bride is with child and he knows it
That's not the way he'll go
Alice watches the cats and the cats go round in the sun
While the sun makes love to the moon
The Arabian beggar has something in his hat
But he's convinced it's a lucky charm
He never asks you for bread or charity
And he's got no place to sleep
But Alice doesn't know that
"But I'm not in it any more", cried the bridegroom and then
Everyone thought behind their hats
"The groom's gone mad or he's been drinking"
But the bride is with child and he knows it
That's not the way he'll go
Alice
(Frabcesco de Gregori)
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The front gate to the 1912 (or 1905) Wilkerson House in Boydton, Mecklenburg County, Virginia. Check out the album on this house at www.flickr.com/photos/universalpops/albums/72157629509112317
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and came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
And the palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls, he often wandered
With the secrets of the world
And his subjects gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
(N. Young)
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Located in Appomattox County, Virginia, Pamplin City is a bane of wishful thinking. A series of abandoned buildings constitute the main business section. This plant emerging from between bricks is almost a symbol for the community, which has converted the old train depot into a branch of the county library system; the building also serves as a town meeting place. The exact building where this plant struggles to survive can't be identified exactly.
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Sighnaghi, perched on a mountain ridge in eastern Georgia, is often called the "City of Love" — and for good reason. With its beautifully restored houses, charming alleys, and sweeping views over the Alazani Valley, this little town attracts not only tourists but also couples in love. In fact, Sighnaghi’s town hall is open 24 hours a day for weddings. The town is surrounded by an impressive 18th-century defensive wall with watchtowers, built during the reign of King Erekle II to protect it from invasions. Today, you can walk along parts of the wall and enjoy breathtaking views of the Caucasus Mountains in the distance. Beyond its historic architecture and cobblestone streets, Sighnaghi is also known as the gateway to Kakheti, Georgia’s famous wine region, where ancient winemaking traditions using clay vessels — qvevri — are still alive and well.
Though small, the town is rich in culture: you’ll find art galleries, the Niko Pirosmani Museum, and cozy family-run restaurants serving homemade wine and freshly baked khachapuri. Sighnaghi is a place made for slow walks, frequent pauses, and endless wonder — whether at the landscape or at life itself. In the photo, we see a quiet morning along the Chalaubani–Signagi–Anaga road, with a red Mini Cooper slowly descending the hill. The warm sunlight casts long shadows, and the town's stillness is almost audible. It feels like a scene from a film — timeless and gently nostalgic.
Sighnaghi is a small Georgian hilltop town known for its romantic charm, historic walls, and stunning views over the Alazani Valley. Surrounded by vineyards and cobbled streets, it’s a cultural gem where weddings happen daily, wine flows freely, and time seems to slow down. In the photo, a red Mini Cooper rolls quietly downhill — capturing the peaceful rhythm of a town where every corner whispers a story.
Sighnaghi, gelegen op een bergkam in het oosten van Georgië, wordt vaak de "City of Love" genoemd — en niet zonder reden. Met zijn prachtig gerestaureerde huizen, sfeervolle steegjes en panoramisch uitzicht over de Alazani-vallei, trekt het stadje niet alleen toeristen maar ook verliefde stelletjes aan die hier in het huwelijk treden: Sighnaghi’s stadhuis is namelijk 24 uur per dag open voor huwelijken. De stad is omgeven door een indrukwekkende stadsmuur met wachttorens, gebouwd in de 18e eeuw onder koning Erekle II om het tegen invallen te beschermen. Vandaag de dag kun je over stukken van die muur wandelen en genieten van het uitzicht op het Kaukasusgebergte in de verte. Naast de charme van zijn oude architectuur en geplaveide straten staat Sighnaghi ook bekend als toegangspoort tot de wijnregio Kacheti, waar eeuwenoude tradities van wijn maken in kleipotten — qvevri — nog steeds springlevend zijn. Hoewel het klein is, bruist het stadje van cultuur: je vindt er kunstgalerijen, het museum van Niko Pirosmani, en kleine familierestaurants waar huisgemaakte wijn en khachapuri op je wachten. Sighnaghi is een plek waar je langzaam wilt wandelen, vaak wilt stoppen, en steeds weer verrast wordt door het uitzicht — of het nu over het landschap is, of over het leven zelf. Op de foto zien we een rustige ochtend in de Chalaubani–Signagi–Anaga-straat, met een rode Mini Cooper die langzaam de helling afdaalt. De warme zon werpt lange schaduwen, en de stilte van het stadje lijkt bijna hoorbaar. Het voelt als een scène uit een film — tijdloos en licht nostalgisch.
" The crispness that hovers in the air. Preparation for what's to come. I feel very prolific in autumn. I've often compared myself to the sugar maple tree: I play all spring and summer, then come fall, I am at my most creative: My sweetest syrup flows freely into bucket after bucket." ~ {Melissa Fondakowski}
November 14th to December 7th
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"Grandioso" Dress & Bolero set for maitreya Lara & Legacy.(←NEW!)
Single color version can not change the color of parts.
Fatpack can freely combine the colors by HUD.
If the mesh body sticks out of the dress, turn it off yourself with the mesh body HUD.
COSMICAR TELEVISION LENS
25mm/F1.8 (C-mount) w/ Extension Tube
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There's a small gaggle of ducks at Joppa Hill Educational Farm. They have a nice pool and a spacious enclosure, though they also waddle freely throughout the day.
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Garden Of Man
Harmony is in your hand.
If we will believe
Sweet Promises of fantasy
That comes from every land.
And we can grow.
Grow grow grow
Grow grow grow
Until we can see our love
Directed to everyone we know.
Grow love grow.
Come with me
Rest your head.
There's a flower there.
For every scene
That may be floating free.
Come in through your dreams.
And follow them
Where ever they may lead.
Cause you need to grow.
Grow love grow.
Grow grow love grown.
Until we can see our love directed.
To everyone we know.
Grow love grow.
Paradise and paradox.
They're the only names.
In the combination game.
But the mirror says.
Look at me one more time.
Question me.
Ask me where is my reply.
The mirror will grow.
Grow love grow
Till we can see our love reflected
In everyone we know.
Grow love grow.
Open and listen
To the quiet night.
That gives itself.
To every morning sound.
Then rise up to the light
And you will know that your love.
Was menat to share
All the love you found.
And they're bound to grow.
Grow love grow.
Grow grow love grow.
Till we can see lur love reflected
In everyone we know.
Grow love Grow.
Till our love rolls on forever.
Untill our blood rolls on forever.
Until our blood goes on and on.
Until our blood rolls on forever.
Until our blood goes on and on.
Until our blood rolls on forever.
Until our blood goes on and on.
Until our blood rolls on forever.
Until our blood goes on and on.
Until our blood rolls on forever.
Until our blood goes on and on.
Until our blood rolls on forever.
Until our blood goes on and on.
(Grace Slick-Garden Of Man)
A very special shoot high up in the Dolomites, with the best model I could have asked for. No fee, just paid in grass.
At 2500 meters above sea level, the cows roam almost freely. The spectacular mountain scenery makes for an incredible natural backdrop. For me, this was something very different compared to shooting with a telephoto lens down in the valley. I wanted to create photos that feel new, unexpected, and real. Not like staged studio portraits, but spontaneous and direct.
I spent over an hour slowly approaching until they barely noticed me. At first, they are curious but cautious. Over time, you become boring to them, and that’s when you can get really close. But never forget, these are not zoo animals. A cow weighs 700 to 800 kilograms, and every year, more people die from cows than from great white sharks.
I absolutely wanted to shoot with an ultra wide-angle lens. That means getting extremely close, sometimes just 15 centimeters from their nose, and crouching low on the ground. Most of the time, they just eat grass. You wait and wait, staying in position, hoping for that one moment. It's always risky being that low and that close to something that heavy. And you must never lose sight of the boss cow with horns. If she feels threatened, things can change in seconds.
Would I do it again? Probably not anytime soon. I don’t want to push my luck. But that’s exactly why these photos feel so special. They’re different, alive, and refreshingly real.
Sometimes, you just have to let go and try something completely new. Many would have pulled out a telephoto and taken the same old shot. But it’s worth breaking habits. That’s how fresh and unusual perspectives are born.
Camera: Sony Alpha 7R V
🔭 Lens: Sony FE 14mm f/1.8 GM
🌞 Aperture: f/3.5
📏 Focal Length: 14 mm
ISO: 100
⚡ Shutter Speed: 1/320 s
💡 Lighting: Natural light with optional fill flash
📍 Location: Dolomites near Tre Cime di Lavaredo, Sexten Dolomites, South Tyrol, Italy
⛰️ Altitude: Approximately 2500 meters
The ponies roam freely around unspoilt woodland, heathland and river valleys in the New Forest National Park and help to keep the landscape and rare species in good order by grazing on the land..They have lived in harmony alongside their human counterparts for over 2000 years and are not phased by visitors stopping for photographs or the hustle and bustle of cars and people on the high street.
An exposure nightmare, this one.
I'd decided that the preservation of most of the snow detail was paramount; but you can clearly see the drawbacks elsewhere.
I'm pretty sure there's all sorts of ways of dealing with huge variances in light, these days; unfortunately, I'm downright enept at getting my head round Photoshop & the like, & I've sparingly used the dodging feature on Elements without 'pushing' it so far as to produce a rash of noise.
I'm naturally wary of excessive darkness when there's clearly sunlight involved, so I'm not sure whether this is just a downright mess or not. It needs a fresh pair of eyes on it for an objective assessment, I think. Permission to speak freely!
In the sun,
A wheat field on the outskirts of Tokyo where the greenery of the trees is beautiful.
Moderate light shines on the fields that spread there
And
Feel free to pose freely
Have a slightly changing facial expression
Focus.
A dreaming girl she is innocent for a moment
Innocent, refreshing and soft like
Show a nice expression.
wood mushrooms grow freely from the rotting stumps left in the woods. Don't eat them!
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Vedi cara, è difficile a spiegare
È difficile parlare dei fantasmi di una mente
Vedi cara, tutto quel che posso dire
È che cambio un po' ogni giorno, è che sono differente
Vedi cara, certe volte sono in cielo
Come un aquilone al vento che poi a terra ricadrà
Vedi cara, è difficile spiegare
È difficile capire se non hai capito già
Vedi cara, certe crisi son soltanto
Segno di qualcosa dentro che sta urlando per uscire
Vedi cara, certi giorni sono un anno
Certe frasi sono un niente che non serve più sentire
Vedi cara, le stagioni ed i sorrisi
Son denari che van spesi con dovuta proprietà
Vedi cara è difficile a spiegare
È difficile capire se non hai capito già
Non capisci quando cerco in una sera
Un mistero d' atmosfera che è difficile afferrare
Quando rido senza muovere il mio viso
Quando piango senza un grido, quando invece vorrei urlare
Quando sogno dietro a frasi di canzoni
Dietro a libri e ad aquiloni, dietro a ciò che non sarà
Vedi cara è difficile spiegare
È difficile capire se non hai capito già
Non rimpiango tutto quello che mi hai dato
Che son io che l'ho creato e potrei rifarlo ora
Anche se tutto il mio tempo con te non dimentico perché
Questo tempo dura ancora
Non cercare in un viso la ragione
In un nome la passione che lontano ora mi fa
Vedi cara è difficile spiegare
È difficile capire se non hai capito già
Tu sei molto, anche se non sei abbastanza
E non vedi la distanza che è fra i miei pensieri e i tuoi
Tu sei tutto, ma quel tutto è ancora poco
Tu sei paga del tuo gioco ed hai già quello che vuoi
Io cerco ancora e così non spaventarti
Quando senti allontanarmi: fugge il sogno, io resto qua
Sii contenta della parte che tu hai
Ti do quello che mi dai, chi ha la colpa non si sa
Cerca dentro per capir quello che sento
Per sentir che ciò che cerco non è il nuovo o libertà
Vedi cara è difficile spiegare
È difficile capire se non hai capito già
(Francesco Guccini)
You see dear, it's hard to explain
It's hard to talk about the ghosts of a mind
You see dear, all I can say
Is that I change a little each day, I'm different
You see dear, sometimes I'm up in the sky
Like a kite in the wind that's gonna come crashing down
You see dear, it's hard to explain
It's hard to understand if you haven't understood already
You see dear, some crises are just
Sign of something inside that's screaming to get out
You see dear, some days are a year
Some phrases are nothing you don't need to hear anymore
You see dear, seasons and smiles
Are money that must be spent with due propriety
You see dear it's hard to explain
It's hard to understand if you haven't already understood
You don't understand when I look for in an evening
A mystery of atmosphere that is difficult to grasp
When I laugh without moving my face
When I cry without a cry, when I would like to scream instead
When I dream behind phrases of songs
Behind books and kites, behind what will not be
You see dear it is difficult to explain
It's hard to understand if you haven't understood already
I don't regret all that you gave me
That it was me who created it and I could do it again now
Although all my time with you I don't forget why
This time still lasts
Don't look for the reason in a face
In a name the passion that now makes me far away
You see dear it is difficult to explain
It's hard to understand if you haven't understood already
You are a lot, even if you are not enough
And you don't see the distance that is between my thoughts and yours
You are everything, but that everything is still little
You are paid for your game and you already have what you want
I'm still searching and so don't be afraid
When you hear me leave: the dream flees, I remain here
Be happy with the part that you have
I give you what you give me, who's to blame we don't know
Search inside to understand what I feel
To feel that what I'm looking for is not new or freedom
You see dear it is difficult to explain
It's hard to understand if you haven't understood already
Textureb:
manuscript
1435
2270
aka Moff Gideon's cruiser
aka the friggin' 3rd or 4th revision of the Arquitens-class light cruiser.
Building instructions available freely here. I strongly advise to have a look at it before doing anything.
Credits inside the building instructions. Enjoy!
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flows
freely
quickly
washes over
tenderly
completely
into my viens
delicately
achingly
never
stop
stop
stop
Finally got my new camera, and I love it already! I'm super excited because it had manual video mode, so I think I'm going to make some short films. I just need some ideas hahah:P
And a huuuge happy birthday to Amy! It was yesterday, but whateeevs:D
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Cyclades island Paros 1983
film analogico 35mm
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I'm going home
(Buffy Sainte Marie)
Heaven isn't so far away as people say
I got a home high in my heart
Heaven is right where I come from
I never throw it away
I know the place and I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
See up there it's not the same
They know your name
And I'm not ashamed to need it
I'm going home
I'm going home
You keep on a-knocking
I'm not coming out of this state I'm in
I'm traveling right, I'm gonna get there soon
I'm standing up praying
I'm singing, saying, "Hey-yo, ha-ha, hey-yo, ha, hey-ya"
I know the way and I'm going home
I'm going home
That's where the heart can rest
The best is there
And only a fool would leave it
I'm going home
I been around, I been to town
Hey, where you think I learned right from wrong?
I'm going home
I'm going home
Le paradis n'est pas si loin que les gens le disent
J'ai un foyer au fond de mon coeur
Le paradis est là d'où je viens
Je ne le jette jamais
Je connais l'endroit et je rentre à la maison
Je rentre à la maison
Je rentre à la maison
Tu vois là-haut, c'est pas pareil
Ils connaissent ton nom
Et je n'ai pas honte d'en avoir besoin
Je rentre à la maison
Je rentre à la maison
Tu continues à frapper à la porte
Je ne sortirai pas de cet état dans lequel je suis.
Je voyage à droite, je vais bientôt y arriver.
Je suis debout en train de prier
Je chante, je dis, "Hey-yo, ha-ha, hey-yo, ha, hey-ya"
Je connais le chemin et je rentre à la maison
Je vais à la maison
C'est là que le cœur peut se reposer
Le meilleur est là
Et seul un imbécile voudrait le quitter
Je rentre à la maison
J'ai été dans le coin, j'ai été en ville
Hé, où pensez-vous que j'ai appris le bien et le mal ?
Je rentre à la maison
Je rentre à la maison
“You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule.
No one will ever give you love because you want it. Real love moves
freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.”
The Requiem of the Moon Poetry
A pack of Polaroid pack film contains 10 shots. I had one pack of Polaroid 100 Blue. Polaroid Week lasts six days, two shots a day, for a total of 12 shots per person. I had a hole of one day/two shots. But I found an unused box of New55 Color in my stash. New55 Color had this thing where it reproduces blues well, but there's a border around the edge of most shots that's yellow. Blue and yellow....
I shot this at Marineland in Florida with my Pacemaker Speed Graphic. Ukraine has a lengthy coastline on the Black Sea. Russia wants to control that coastline and make Ukraine a landlocked country, unable to export goods by sea without dealing with Russia. One of the ways they do that is with mines. There are mines floating freely in the Black Sea set loose by the Orcs. On land, retreating Orcs also set boobytraps on corpses of people they killed and on toys likely to be picked up by children. The Ukrainian Deminers Association cleans up these mines. You can support their efforts at www.uda.org.ua/en/
performed and testured
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Long Time
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t's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone.
Appears to be a long time,
Yes, a long, long, log time
Before the dawn.
Turn, turn any corner.
Hear, you must hear what the people say,
You know there's something that's goin' on here,
That surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day.
And it appears to be a long,
Such a long, long, long time before the dawn.
Speak out, you got to speak out against
The madness, you got to speak your mind,
If you dare.
But don't try to get yourself elected.
If you do you had better cut your hair.
'Cause it appears to be a long time,
Before the dawn.
It's been a long time comin',
It's been a long time gone.
But you know, the darkest hour,
Is always just before the dawn.
And it appears to be a long time,
Such a long, long, long time before the dawn.
(David Crosby)
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I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl
A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl
A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl
Pa, send me money now
I'm going to make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Neil Young)
I never did believe
That I ever could be saved
Without giving up all to God
So I freely give the whole,
My body and my soul
To the Lord God Amen.
Words by Betsy Bates, 1928
Name: Mrs Emma Risien (née Lellyet)
Age: 58 years (Female)
Married to: Samuel
Last Residence: in London, England
3rd Class Passengers
First Embarked: Southampton on Wednesday 10th April 1912
Ticket No. 364498 , £14 10s
Destination: Groesbeck Texas United States
Died in the Titanic disaster (15th April 1912).
Body Not Recovered
Travelling Companions (on same ticket)
Mr Samuel Beard Risien
Acknowledgements
Ida Straus
Mavis Henslow
Cye Elliott
Pryere
Roderick Bowen
Maria & John & Natasza
David Livingston
Barry Moulton
W.W.
Encyclopedia Titanic
RMS Titanic Centenary Project - 11 /1,600
♫ - Pachelbel's Canon in D Major - For Cye
A Special Thanks To Pryere For Photographing All My Paintings
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
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“Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under!”
― C. JoyBell C.
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7pEg3KXNcs
SUNRISE - NORAH JONES
THE SUNSET TREE
I sit beneath the sunset tree
and watch the sun go down
or sit and watch it rise again
far from the madding town
I lose myself along my beach
dance barefoot in the rain
I pick up my guitar to sing
and find myself again
I wish upon a rainbow
I telephone a friend
We let our tears flow freely then
it helps our hearts to mend
There's beauty all around me
it's everywhere I look
in the tiniest of flowers
in the sharing of a book
I feel connected to the Earth
feel sand between my toes
I love to splash in puddles still
and stop to smell a rose
but most of all I'm thankful
to have a friend in you
You recognise yourself in me
we'll make our dreams come true.
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Another watercolour sketch that turned up in the studio this week. Crail, again..the same series as my cottage on the headland there, but no water-based crayons this time. very freely painted, on the spot, looking up. Lots of slashing lines with a palette knife. No pencil drawing. It came as it came!
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The beginning of a snow, the 2nd in 5 days in Charlotte Court House, Virginy--taken at my former residence there.
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Near Arrington, Nelson County, Virginia
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L’Aéroplume est un ballon dirigeable, individuel, minimum, qui permet de s’envoler en battant des ailes !
Le pilote est allongé sous une bulle d’hélium, dans un harnais. Libéré de la pesanteur, grâce à l’hélium, équipé d’ailes, il peut alors s’envoler et se déplacer librement dans l’air à la force des bras. L’importante prise au vent, la faible vitesse de vol (5‑8 km/h) font que l’Aéroplume se pratique exclusivement en intérieur, dans de grandes salles, à l’abri des aléas météo.
Activité sans danger accessible à tous, à partir de 7 ans et jusqu’à 90 kg. L’Aéroplume est une invention de Jean‑Pierre David, c’est l’histoire contemporaine du dirigeable en France.
À l’intérieur du hangar, entre les éléments de la structure, un couloir de 150 mètres de long, 24 mètres de large et 30 mètres de haut permet le vol de 2 ou 3 Aéroplumes.
The Aeroplume is an airship, individual, minimal, which allows you to take flight by flapping your wings!
The pilot lies under a helium bubble, in a harness. Freed from gravity, thanks to helium, equipped with wings, it can then take off and move freely in the air using the power of its arms. The significant wind resistance and low flight speed (5-8 km/h) mean that the Aéroplume is practiced exclusively indoors, in large rooms, sheltered from the vagaries of the weather.
Safe activity accessible to all, from 7 years old and up to 90 kg. The Aéroplume is an invention of Jean-Pierre David, it is the contemporary history of the airship in France.
Inside the hangar, between the elements of the structure, a corridor 150 meters long, 24 meters wide and 30 meters high allows the flight of 2 or 3 Aeroplumes.
LORD LUNDY
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby
ruined his Political Career.
Lord Lundy from his earliest years
Was far too freely moved to Tears.
For instance if his Mother said,
"Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!"
He bellowed like a Little Turk.
Or if his father Lord Dunquerque
Said "Hi!" in a Commanding Tone,
"Hi, Lundy! Leave the Cat alone!"
Lord Lundy, letting go its tail,
Would raise so terrible a wail
As moved His Grandpapa the Duke
To utter the severe rebuke:
"When I, Sir! was a little Boy,
An Animal was not a Toy!"
His father's Elder Sister, who
Was married to a Parvenoo,
Confided to Her Husband, "Drat!
The Miserable, Peevish Brat!
Why don't they drown the Little Beast?"
Suggestions which, to say the least,
Are not what we expect to hear
From Daughters of an English Peer.
His Grandmamma, His Mother's Mother,
Who had some dignity or other,
The Garter, or no matter what,
I can't remember all the Lot!
Said "Oh! That I were Brisk and Spry
To give him that for which to cry!"
(An empty wish, alas! For she
Was Blind and nearly ninety-three).
The Dear Old Butler thought—but there!
I really neither know nor care
For what the Dear Old Butler thought!
In my opinion, Butlers ought
To know their place, and not to play
The Old Retainer night and day.
I'm getting tired and so are you,
Let's cut the poem into two!
Valentines Night
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Mallemoisson (04), France.
On my way back from the French Riviera I came across a field of classic cars. Even though it looks like the cars have been spending some times in the field, the garage is brand new.
One year ago, there was not a single car to be found on this field!
I got the opportunity to photograph freely. There were some amazing cars.
Archivi BRM
film analogico 1983
Freely inspired by:
Firth of Fifth -Genesis
(Peter Brian Gabriel / Anthony Banks / Phil Collins / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)
The path is clear, though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before
And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
Though many times they've seen the way to leave
He rides majestic, past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy
To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair
The scene of death is lying just below
The mountain cuts off the town from view
Like a cancer growth is removed by skill
Let it be revealed
A waterfall, his madrigal
An inland sea, his symphony
Undinal songs urge the sailors on
'Till lured by the siren's cry...
Now as the river dissolves in sea
So Neptune has claimed another soul
And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
Until the shepard leads his flock away
The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change