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Now Japan are high mountains aside from summer
It is time for the season to move to autumn.
The subject also has a feature like this
Mountains deep mountain streams of rain in summer
The typhoon and the water is abundant and lively
.
Mock mountains for three days in a mountain stream in the early autumn
and continue taking like here almost every day
.
The woods and rocks are wonderfully covered with green moss,
I can feel the clear flow of water.
and draw me with overwhelming charm.
The Earth is alive in this glossy spectacle.
As a full-clearly memory that I realized
I want to cherish forever!
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On a country road in Mecklenburg County, Virginia is a line of old stores of the "ghost town" of Union Level. This is the remaining gas pump at the service station at the edge of "town". I prefer this shot in color to the b&w. Some of the character of rust and vegetation gets lost in the b&w version. The other side of the pump shows gas at 36.9 cents/gallon
A brief account: www.virginia.org/listing/union-level-ghost-town/4358/
Two videos on YouTube
(1) Abandoned Virginia: Ghost Town in Union Level
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn6g6jVHj_I
(2) Union Level, Virginia, a 29 1/2 minute video on the community
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Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence"
( Paul Simon )
Ciao tenebre, mio vecchio amico
Sono venuto a parlare di nuovo con te
Perché una visione dolcemente strisciante
Ha lasciato i suoi semi mentre dormivo
E la visione che è stata piantata nel mio cervello
Rimane ancora
Nel suono del silenzio
In sogni inquieti ho camminato da solo
Strette strade di ciottoli
Sotto l'alone di un lampione
Ho girato il mio colletto verso il freddo e l'umido
Quando i miei occhi furono trafitti dal lampo di una luce al neon
Che spaccava la notte
E ha toccato il suono del silenzio
E nella luce nuda ho visto
Diecimila persone, forse di più
Persone che parlavano senza parlare
Persone che sentivano senza ascoltare
Gente che scriveva canzoni che le voci non condividono mai
Nessuno osava
Disturbare il suono del silenzio
"Sciocchi" dissi io, "Voi non sapete
Il silenzio come un cancro cresce
Ascoltate le mie parole affinché io possa insegnarvi
Prendete le mie braccia perché io possa raggiungervi".
Ma le mie parole come gocce di pioggia silenziose caddero
E risuonò nei pozzi del silenzio
E la gente si inchinò e pregò
Al dio al neon che hanno fatto
E l'insegna lampeggiò il suo avvertimento
Nelle parole che stava formando
E il cartello disse: "Le parole dei profeti
sono scritte sui muri della metropolitana
E sui corridoi delle case popolari
E sussurrate nei suoni del silenzio".
The fisherman's house. Porto Paglia
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It keeps raining in the rainy season, but go to and from after a long time.
I went to a ravine.
Water is increased because of the rain which continues,
and a flow is clear and is momentum beyond expectation.
I rise.
The location which is wonderful as I expected heart danced!
I'm the place where a flow is also intense and wonderful
in particular at the inside.searched it and walked.
The flow full of uplifting feeling what I have in mind did finally upstream
could touch.
The creature who rises at all freely flows in the condition for water.
Charmed me sufficiently to its heart's content repeatedly.
Well, not really lost, more like freely given away. Time that is. And maybe it wasn't even given away. Spent might be the better word. Time is a currency we spend after all, every day, every moment. We invest it. And here I invested about two minutes of it at the edge of a mountain lake watching the clouds and the sun on the water and the lone fisherman in his boat and listening to my son play on the rocks behind me and feeling the warmth of this late fall day. I like making long exposures like this because I feel free to get out from behind the camera, otherwise I sometimes find that moments in days like this flash by with me crouched squinting through a viewfinder or poring over an LCD screen, looking at representations of reality rather than reality itself. My pinhole camera taught me how to slow down, step back, look and breathe again. It required me to do so with its long exposures. I have carried that over into my other cameras, aided with strong ND filters to help encourage me to spend an afternoon making one image but looking and feeling and remembering much much more.
Many photographers use ND filters to lengthen exposures. Some use ND filters to keep wider apertures in brighter light. I guess in a sense I use those filters for both these things too, but then again I use ND filters for myself as much as I do for my photos. Photography for me is much less about the pictures than you might think. It really isn't about collecting gems that themselves will collect likes, favorites, shares, tweets and retweets. Photography for me isn't about the pictures as it is about a way of being in a place, noticing and seeing and looking and enjoying and experiencing and remembering. The cameras are tools to help me achieve this, the photos are happy by-products. I am glad to blur clouds and water and the occasional fisherman with my ND filters, but I am much happier to use these filters not to blur my own motion but to pause it instead. Go figure.
Fuji G617 / Kodak TMax 400
Beneath the boundless sky and across the rugged, untamed landscapes, man roams freely, crafting his own code where none exists. Yet, no matter how far he ventures, he cannot escape the inevitability of justice. It comes like a steady tide, carving order into the chaos. And in those moments, he is also struck by another, more profound truth—that the divine presence of God he believed absent has always been there, woven into the very fabric of the wilderness he sought to conquer.
The game was in full swing, chips stacked high and oil flowing freely under the flickering neon lights. XR-77 had just upped the ante, his servos whirring as he confidently pushed a stack forward, when he suddenly froze mid-bet. The robot’s camera lens narrowed at KE-9, seated opposite him. "You’re hacking into my visual circuits, aren’t you?" XR-77 accused, his voice a blend of static and indignation. KE-9 raised his hands in mock innocence, metallic fingers glinting. “Please,” he replied smoothly, “just because I can calculate odds faster than you doesn’t mean I’m cheating.” The other players chuckled, while XR-77 muttered something about “trust issues” before grudgingly shoving his chips to the center.
Our younger daughter came to visit us and we went to a New Orleans-themed restaurant. A good time was had by all and the spices flowed freely.
Water increase because of the rain, and please choose the one by which a flow becomes clear.
A mountain went to the deep valley stream.
I expect, it's clear for water, and, the quantity of water is also rich.
A heart danced in wonderful location in !
The place where a flow of water is also intense in particular at the inside for me, search
I walked.
The flow full of uplifting feeling what I have in mind did finally upstream
NI could touch.
The creature who rises at all freely flows in the condition for water.
charmed me repeatedly.
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(There are 14 photos in this group) A misty morning at a rest area at Pelham, North Carolina, just across the Virginia line south of Danville.
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... growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day.
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Please, don't fave and run, you will get yourself blocked.
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This photo is one of several that appeared originally on Facebook; it's likely EXIF data doesn't exist for this image nor date and time. Taken with my Canon PowerShot SX120 IS.
Located in Massachusetts between Bourne (Cape Cod) and Buzzards Bay (mainland), the vertical lift bridge opened in 1936 and carries rail traffic across Cape Cod Canal. When open, the main span has a 135-foot (41 meters) clearance. The span is 544 feet. It's especially interesting to see how a train can cross the canal. A recreation area of sorts is on the Buzzards Bay side. Check out the video that explains how the bridge works at www.capecodtimes.com/videos/news/2023/01/25/how-cape-cod-...
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Lago d'Orta, Piemonte
Isola di San Giulio
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Parlumm mea de barbera,
nel buceer gh'è la dencéra
che la riid senza di me
e sun ché cun l'infermiera
setaa giò sö na cadréga
che la viàggia de par lee
e anca el suu nel curiduur me paar piö lüü,
el vöör parlàmm
dumandi al laagh, da la finestra,se'l se regorda chi è che sun
per questa geent che vee a truvamm cun scià i
biscott
sun piö nagott
dumanda ai pèss, dumanda ai sàss,
che luur la sànn quel che ho vedüü
Perchè adess g'ho sö el pigiama
ma regordes che una volta
seri el re di pescaduu,
ho vedüü sguaràss el laagh,
ho vedüü quatàss el cieel
e la loena burlà giò,
l'era faa cumè un'anguila,
l'era gross cume un batèll
e'l majava tücc i stell,
una bissa incatramata,
cun la buca sbaratada
e cui öcc dell'oltrummuund...
un mustru, ma l'era mea el film de l'uratoriun mustru, vegnüü'n de un teemp che l'era piö el sò
ho vedüü el mustru, ho vedüü el mustru...
E i m'hann truvaa luungh e tiraa
cunt i öcc de indemuniaa
e che parlavi de par me
Vardii el re di pescaduu,
stravacaa in so la sua barca,
che'l se sbatt cumè un cagnott !
m'hann dii che el mustru l'era el diabete
per mea dimm che seri màtt
quand che passavi me salüdaven,
quand se giràvi sentirvi riid
vegniven tücc a crumpà el pèss
per ghignà un zicc o per cumpatìmm
gnanca i fiöö m'hann mai credüü
e seri el re di rembambii
Adess g'ho sö el pigiama ma sun che sura un puntiil
a specià che'l solta fö,
sunn piee de medesèn,
me parlen tücc de arterio,
ma sun che per fala fö,
te speci setaa giò cun in man dumà una frosna
e sun propi mea stremii,
facch vede a'sti tòcc de merda se te seet deent
in del laagh
o nel coo de un rembambii...
un mustru, senza i me occ el ghe sariss mai staa.
(Davide Van De Sfroos)
Textured :
personal Sky 0179
personal 07
stained-paper
oil effect
La Defense. Paris
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Celebrate freely and often, There is so much to be thankful for and not for- real talk
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An iceberg or ice mountain is a large piece of freshwater ice that has broken off a glacier or an ice shelf and is floating freely in open water
“Question me then, my Oinos, freely and without fear. Come! we will leave to the left the loud harmony of the Pleiades, and swoop outward from the throne into the starry meadows beyond Orion, where, for pansies and violets, and heart's—ease, are the beds of the triplicate and triple—tinted suns.”
Edgar Allan Poe
If you are in the southern hemisphere you will immediately recognize the Orion Constellation in this very modest image and, if you are in the northern hemisphere, you will surely say: "Orion, the hunter, with his head down." The truth is that, wherever you are, you will agree that Orion is one of the most beautiful constellations in the sky. In my childhood I was taught to see it as a sword made of precious stones and, since then, I always saw it that way: the M42 nebula is the hilt, the Three Marys - Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka -, the guard of the sword and the group of stars that forms the head of the hunter, down in the image, where the star Meissa, the tip of the sword's blade, is located.
This constellation has magnificent treasures, such as the IC 434 nebula, which, in contrast, allows us to see the dark Horsehead nebula, the emission nebula NGC 2024 (known as the Flame nebula), the Witch's Head (IC 2118) and the queen of the constellation, M42 (just to name a few of the best known). Do you want to take on the challenge of finding them in the image? Four beautiful stars complete the dazzling scene: Rigel (the brightest), Bellatrix, Betelgeuse (the orange star of the constellation) and Saiph.
I captured this simple image with my Nikon D5600 camera, Nikon 18-55mm lens, at 45mm, f/5.6, Sky-Watcher EQ3 equatorial mount. The capture software was digiCamControl, stacked with Siril and a very basic preprocessing with GraXpert and Siril. In the end, very slight post-processing in Gimp.
January 30, 2024. Zona rural, Concordia, Entre Ríos, Argentina.
Archivi BRM
film analogico 1983
Paros Island
Cicladi
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Childhood living
Is easy to do
The things you wanted
I bought them for you
Graceless lady
You know who I am
You know I can't let you
Slide through my hands
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer
A dull aching pain
Now you've decided
To show me the same
No sweeping exit
Or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter
Or treat you unkind
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I know I've dreamed you
A sin and a lie
I have my freedom
But I don't have much time
Faith has been broken
Tears must be cried
Let's do some living
After we die
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
We'll ride them some day
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
We'll ride them some day
The rolling stones
Wild Horses
(Keith Richards / Mick Jagger)
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In 1827 Samuel Smith acquired land from the Carsley family and erected a store at this crossroads location. In 1855 Mr. Gwaltney bought the property from the estate of Samuel Smith and operated the store until 1878. J.W. (Watt) Rogers who ran the store for about 16 years before buying the property in 1894 and building what became Rogers’ Store. What was known as Gwaltney’s store was turned into a storage space. The store closed in 1952 and the property was later converted into a local museum. The Surry Historical Society acquired the property in 1999. Rogers’ Store was added to the National Register of Historic Places May 30, 2002 with ID number 02000595. The store is in rural Surry County, Virginia. The nomination form is included in the sources listed below.
During the many years of operation, it was “an early post office, a pharmacy, a radio assembly and repair shop, a publishing company, a lumber company, a chemical company and the Surry-Sussex Telephone Company.” en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogers%27_Store] It also served as a saw mill.
Gwaltney’s Store is located behind the 1894 building. The 2-story building had 2 rooms and was built of mill-sawn lumber. It has a front gable with metal roof.
The 2-story Rogers· Store has a front gable facade with returns and a metal roof. It also has a full-length front porch with a metal shed roof and four slender turned posts typical of the Queen Anne style. Both stories were used for retail sales; apparently the shelving inside still exists.
Sources
www.dhr.virginia.gov/historic-registers/090-5011/
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogers%27_Store
www.dhr.virginia.gov/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/090-5011_...
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For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.
Romans 3:23-24
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In World War II, German U-boats terrorized shipping in the Atlantic region, not just military vessels but merchant ships as well. The United States Congress authorized strengthening the nation’s naval air presence. Weeksville, near Elizabeth City, North Carolina was the location of one of the air stations. The base's proximity to Cape Hatteras and to Norfolk with its naval installations made the choice a good one. Construction began in 1941 on Weeksville Naval Air Station; the pictured blimp hangar was completed in 1942. A second hangar of wood was completed in 1943. Steel was the material of the first, but wood was used for the second because of a shortage of metal. The base covered 822 acres and had over 10 miles of railroad tracks. The steel hangar pictured here is 960 feet (290 meters) long, 328 feet wide (100 meters), and 190 feet high (58 meters) or the equivalent of 20 stories in height; it covers more than 7 acres (300,000 square feet). The doors of the dome are called clamshell doors and the leaf of each weighed 420 tons. A view of the ends of the hangar shows an overlapping of the surface of the larger hangar area. The dome is supported by arched steel trusses; the flooring is concrete.
This steel hangar could house 12 of these giant K-class blimps, which were 252 feet long en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K-class_blimp . They were armed with machine guns and depth charges and had a crew of 18 men. Shallow enemy subs could easily be spotted from air, allowing for the deployment of depth charges. The blimps provided escort for coastal ship convoys, and they performed search and rescue duties. The airships could cruise at 60 miles per hour (for up to 38 hours) and had a range of over 2000 miles. In early 1942 many ships had been attacked off the Carolina coast, as frequently as every other day; after the airships took to the sky, the attacks dropped to 1 every 2 1/2 months.
In 1946 the last dirigible left Weeksville. Then until 1948 the facility was storage for fixed-wing aircraft. Finally in 1957 the naval air base ceased operations for good. After a stint as a furniture plant, the wooden hangar was sold in 1986 to TCOM, an aerostat manufacturing company. The wooden hangar burned in 1995; TCOM then bought the steel structure in 1996. The company manufactures airships and is not unusual to see the aerostats in the air over Elizabeth City. The company has a Facebook presence www.facebook.com/TCOMLP/
Online sources consulted:
scholar.lib.vt.edu/VA-news/VA-Pilot/issues/1996/vp960404/...
www.atlasobscura.com/places/weeksville-dirigible-hangar
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naval_Air_Station_Weeksville
web.archive.org/web/20090323080732/http://www.elizcity.co...
web.archive.org/web/20090324061335/http://www.elizcity.co...
www.ourstate.com/weeksville-air-station-blimps/
tcomlp.com/our-company/facilities/
www.ncpedia.org/transportation/blimps
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The Cape May County Park and Zoo
Cape May Court House, NJ
A peacock puts on a rather remarkable display as it wandered freely (and vocally) around the grounds of the zoo.
I believe this bird's origins are from India although versions are found in Southeast Asia and the Congo Basin in Africa.
The Cape May County Park and Zoo accepts donations but admission is completely free. The grounds are well kept and it has an interesting collection of animals.
Nikon D850
Nikon 24-70 f/2.8 VR at 70 mm
1/100 sec at f/5 ISO 64
May 9, 2019
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You can rest your eyes on a photo with less information
You can find peace in it
Your mind can float freely without the borders that are normally given
Leaving just a tiny bit of colours into your brain
Leaving just a tiny bit of an image
Leaving you with a question
Leaving just a tiny bit of my King into your heart
Less can make a difference
Less can make more
Less can make you curious
We need less in our lives
We need to get rid of stuff
We need to get rid of people that won't do us any good
We need to rest our minds
We need to get bored
How can we know we are bored if we never have the time to get bored
Are we resting our minds, yes even get bored, then I think we'll find solutions, we will get creative
Filling our lives may be nice, but it may also make our lives quite stressful
We need more of this and more of that, all kinds of material stuff or new activities and we don't think about what it actually does to us, we just do what the neighbor does
All this makes stress in your body and in addition you need to work even more because you need the money to buy all the stuff that supposedly is making you more happy
You think you will be more happy, but you are definitely not being more happy
Stress is something we need less of
Less stress will give you more joy, enjoying the simple life, enjoying the small things, sucking in love, being contempt with life or actually change your lifestyle and even change your life
Perhaps we should stop life a bit, stop the stressful life before we get sick
Because that is what we will be if we don't stop in time
So yes, in my mind Less is More, much more than I ever imagined
I think that my intuition flows because I let stress go
It's nothing you can normally suddenly do
It takes time to rearrange your life
When my intuition flows I go with it and do crazy things like meeting up with a Canadian guy I never had seen before, him coming from all over the pond
I could never ever have done this with stress in my life
At least not all the stress I had in my life
I barely touched the ground with my feet
And how immensely happy I am that I did get rid of the stress
Otherwise I would never ever have been meeting my soulmate Mark
I bet you got more out of this photo than you could have imagined
Didn't you
Did your mind go bananas about what my King actually was doing or what he just did or what he is about to do
And I'm obviously talking to myself again, so Dear diary, Good Night, I will sleep tight tonight too, in good faith that our future is bright
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Morning view in far west Texas. It's possible that the mountain view is in Mexico. Allamore (or Allamoore) in Hudspeth County is a tiny collection of perhaps 10 buildings at most. An interesting read on this community is at www.ghosttowns.com/states/tx/allamoore.html
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Above the valley of Lipnica, near Radovljica town, there is a hill with remains of once important castle of Ortenburg Lords. They were owners of a big part of Upper Carniolia. The castle is already many centuries in disrepair and can be visited freely, without charge.
Now Japan transition from summer to autumn
Time to do.
The subject also has a feature like this
Mountains deep in the mountain stream in the summer Rain
The water is also rich and lively.
Muffled in the mountains for three days in such an early autumn mountain
I tried to take it.
The woods and rocks are wonderfully covered with green moss,
The clear flow of the water also felt the animation.
Draw me with overwhelming charm.
The earth that is alive in this glossy spectacle.
It is a fulfilling memory that I felt clearly
I want to take care of it.
Dedicated to my friend Fergus … may you always dance as freely as the wind … <3
An Old Irish Blessing
"May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand."
“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
― Gautama Buddha
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLVq0IAzh1A
FIELDS OF GOLD - STING
DO YOU REMEMBER
Do you remember when you were a squaddie
the ballroom dancing lessons that we had
we would twirl around the room so fast
like swirling dervishes among the lads
I would step on your feet; trip over your heels
you would laugh at me fit to burst
oh, Fergus MacDonald where are you now
that I've mastered and got over the worst
you went one way and I went another
I had to finish my education
somebody told me you went to war
and my heart sank at this revelation
as it struck me to my inner core
into the unknown we stepped so often
sharing; multiplying our confidences
our eyes met and the world was softened
how I wish that you were dancing with me now
but mine was to be a different dance
I see your hair so red and mine so blonde
in my mind's eye we stood a good chance
I still think of you when the Harvest moon
is like a big orange ball in the sky
do you remember me like I remember you
with a smile and a whispered goodbye
I still have foolish notions and schoolgirl dreams
big ideas and ridiculous fancies
I used to make you laugh until you nearly cried
with my endless schemes, plans and romances
do you remember the book you loaned to me
I still have it waiting for you
Tess of the D'Urbervilles, do you remember now
I hope I can return it to the boy I once knew
Would I know you now if I saw you in the street
you were just a young lad last I saw you
but surely I'd know you from anyone if you opened your eyes
for they reflected my own eyes of blue
I still think of you on a cold Winter's night
in front of the fire; my ears tuned to the news
but I fear you are lost in the trenches somehow
with your eyes opened with all that you knew
a dug-out somewhere in no-man's land
or an unmarked grave; my heart-felt clenches
why do they call it friendly fire
there's nothing friendly when someone's heart wrenches
how little do I know even now of the ways of men
those who wage war and why
politics seems everywhere in all the things that we do
may I remain innocent until the day that I die
wherever you are and whoever you have become
know I think fondly of you dear Fergus
and if ever our paths were to cross again
I believe that we would complete the circuit
the bonds we made during those teenage years
so strong they remain unbroken
memories of the plans we had
and all the words so softly spoken
sometimes they come to me here on the wind
quietly and indistinct
or I may see your face in a crowded room
disappearing as I overthink
and that is me dear Fergus, all over
I feel; I see; I think too much
as rarefied as a four leafed clover
and like a game of double dutch
I trip over the rope, like I trip over my tongue
clumsy as ever my dear
still I think of you and wish you well
while I still yearn for those teenage years.
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This was taken at Haliburton Forest where they have a captive, wild pack of eight wolves. The wolves have minimal contact with humans and photography is only available through one way glass. Sightings are purely by chance as the wolves can freely roam their 15 acre enclosure.
Haliburton, Ontario, Canada
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[3 photos in this set] Rehoboth in Lunenburg County, Virginia is a small crossroads community about 10 miles north of Chase City. At the intersection is this old frame 1 1/2 story store, name and date unknown. I'd guess early 1900s. The cross gabled structure has a prominent front gable; the window has a wooden surround with a keystone in the lintel. The roof is sheathed in metal. The metal awning over the porch has seen better days. It's supported by slender wooden posts. There are two entrances, one appearing to show characteristics of board-and-batten mixed with clapboard siding. Three 6/6 windows front the porch. The entire structure seems to rest on a series of brick piers. The day was rainy but had subsided when these photos were taken. There's a lot of personality in this old store.
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Dhamrai is a natural habitat for hordes of monkeys roaming freely foraging for food! In a densely populated area as Dhamrai, both humans and their illustrious predecessors are usually cramped for space and clashes sometimes become inevitable. At such times they do not shy away from showing their aggressive intent (as in the image below in the Comm Box)!!
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[A series of 3 photos] On Puryear's Store Road, near Finchley in Mecklenburg County, Virginia is a simple small country church. There is no sign showing the name or denomination. The building seems to be in good condition (the roof looks recent) with the property being maintained. Rectangular in shape with a gable metal roof, the frame clapboard structure has no steeple nor foyer. There is a single interior chimney. The entrance is double wooden doors. Three windows are on either side; they appear to be painted blue rather than stained glass. A sort of apse extends slightly from the rear of the building. I can't even suggest a date for this basic vernacular house of worship. The setting is quiet, somewhat isolated, with some substantial trees in front providing shade.
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There was a light rain when I took this photo from the street. A lot of the architectural features are not visible from this location because of trees. Can you spot the Gothic birdhouse? On the Hill is a George F. Barber home.
[There are currently 18 images in this set on this amazing home.]The name of this mansion is On the Hill, the most spectacular of Boydton Victorian houses. The original core of the building was a cabin from the 1790s which was then converted into a farmhouse in 1830; in 1887, the dwelling was remodeled and this is the result. The original cabin is the far right side of the house. Features include a high-cross gable roof with a terracotta gargoyle perched atop the front gable; a three-story tower with ornamentation rising from the bay window on the porch; a full porch that extends the length of the front of the house; a small second-story porch or loggia above the entrance framed by gingerbread and a semi-circular opening; highly decorated tympanum on the third story above the porch; shingling; triple window in the gable; a carriage port and much more. George Finch, as a wedding present to his wife Alice, presented her with $5,000 and told her to spend it as she would. With that money, she was able to convert the entirety of the 1830 farmhouse into this Queen Anne beauty. The asymmetrical porch is simply amazing with many segments ranging from the gazebo influenced portion on the right all the way to the carriage port. A frieze extends the length of the porch except for the semi-circular effect next to the gazebo. It rests on stone piers infilled with brick. Despite is grandeur, the porch is very comfortable and welcoming. The owner told me that the house has its resident ghost. Virginia Department of Historic Resources ID: 173-5001-0126. It is part of the Boydton Historical District which was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 2002--#02000511
Sources: the owner of the house and the book Two Mecklenburg Towns—Boydton and Clarksville, edited by John F. Zehmer, published 2003 by the Virginia Department of Historic Resources, Richmond, Virginia
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Water increase because of the rain, and please choose the one by which a flow becomes clear.
A mountain went to the deep valley stream.
I expect, it's clear for water, and, the quantity of water is also rich.
A heart danced in wonderful location in !
The place where a flow of water is also intense in particular at the inside for me, search
I walked.
The flow full of uplifting feeling what I have in mind did finally upstream
NI could touch.
The creature who rises at all freely flows in the condition for water.
charmed me repeatedly.
Mainau, Konstanz, Baden-Württemberg, Deutschland.
Mainau es una isla de Alemania, localizada en el Lago de Constanza y más precisamente en la parte noroccidental conocida como lago de Überlingen (Überlinger See). La isla está conectada por el sur con la tierra firme mediante un puente.
Mainau se encuentra comprendida en el territorio comunal de la ciudad de Constanza y de hecho la mejor forma de llegar a la misma es por medio del transporte urbano de esta ciudad, que tiene una línea de autobús con parada en el acceso a la isla. Ésta es un importante destino turístico gracias a su suave clima, merced al cual alberga una vegetación muy rica en especies, incluso subtropicales y tropicales.
La entrada a la isla se hace previo pago, pero su cuidada vegetación, los millones de flores que la decoran (como es evidente, fundamentalmente en los meses de primavera y verano), sus invernaderos de palmas y de mariposas - en el cual estas sobrevuelan libremente a los visitantes y son de gran variedad y grandes tamaños -, su espacio con variados tipos de columpios complejos, y su pequeña zona con diferentes animales, junto a otros detalles, son de un interés objetivo.
De acuerdo con todo lo anterior, el lugar también es denominado La isla de las flores.
Mainau is an island in Germany, located on Lake Constance and more precisely in the northwestern part known as Lake Überlingen (Überlinger See). The island is connected by the south with the mainland by means of a bridge.
Mainau is included in the communal territory of the city of Constanza and in fact the best way to get there is through the urban transport of this city, which has a bus line with stop at the access to the island. This is an important tourist destination thanks to its mild climate, thanks to which it shelters a vegetation very rich in species, even subtropical and tropical.
The entrance to the island is made after payment, but its careful vegetation, the millions of flowers that decorate it (as is evident, mainly in the months of spring and summer), its greenhouses of palms and butterflies - in which they fly over freely to visitors and they are of great variety and size - their space with varied types of complex swings, and their small area with different animals, together with other details, are of an objective interest.
In agreement with all the previous thing, the place also is denominated the island of the flowers.
the most creative state of mind sometimes is being half "aslake" letting one's mind wandering freely those chaotic oneiric realms of its own creation ....
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Water increase because of the rain, and please choose the one by which a flow becomes clear.
A mountain went to the deep valley stream.
I expect, it's clear for water, and, the quantity of water is also rich.
A heart danced in wonderful location in !
The place where a flow of water is also intense in particular at the inside for me, search
I walked.
The flow full of uplifting feeling what I have in mind did finally upstream
NI could touch.
The creature who rises at all freely flows in the condition for water.
charmed me repeatedly.