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Nothing more fulfilling, relaxing, rejuvenating and humbling than being in the mountains !
This is at the Himalayan town of Manali.
We friends, went to this valley for some adventure sports, but sadly the rain gods had their own games to play !
But nonetheless, the rains always add to the beauty of any time and place and these were the mountains :)
Maybe I'm less cool now, I don't know
I just want to live before I die ♫
I've found what I want - Fulfilled ♡♡
Beginnings always hide themselves in ends
Wishing you a happy and wish fulfilling New Year!
"And suddenly you just know,
Its time to start something new,
And trust the magic of beginnings." by Layla
Happy New Year! Happy 2022!
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Midtown
Immerse yourself in the fairy tale of a small town. The small Christmas market welcomes you with a cup of hot mulled wine, enjoy the atmosphere in one of the houses and a fantastic view down by the water
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Luca
[Deadwool] Hart jacket (flannel) - Gianni - sierra
[Deadwool] Turtleneck add-on - Gianni
[Deadwool] Hart trousers (flannel) - Gianni - NB - sierra
Vango. Joseph
[Deadwool] Monkassin - Gianni - - black
(epia) - 'Rolmaster' Glasses
Bottle Champagne (his)
Layla
DEAD DOLL - Etta gown fatpack
Mug - Deviant Doll Feather Boa RARE
Foxy - Echo hair
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POSE
The Elephant Tree - Prosperous Pose
A dream fulfilled.
One of the shots I always wanted to do - and I tried a couple of times - but never found the right motorway, the right place to put the camera, the right amount of cars driving along, the right amount of light...
Maybe today was the day and this is the one! ;-)
For the Smile on Saturday theme of smiley faces… and a Sliders Sunday cheery greeting.
May 2023 be a wonderful year for you all, filled with health and happiness and fulfilled wishes!! And lots of {{{HUGs}}}
……💙😀HSoS😀💙
…..💙HSS💙
Wishes are fulfilled!
I moved here a few days ago. Now the distance to the office is much longer than it was earlier... But it doesn't matter.
Next week is hot, officially +32C and even +35C. I love hot weather, it's perfect for me. Finally I can swim a lot in the lake: in the morning before work, in the lunch time, in the evening and even in the night! I love swimming in the night, that's amazing! 😍 What could be better!
It's also hot weather today. Time to swim and relax on the beach 😊
This summer, we fulfilled a big wish of mine: Returning to Helgoland, the island of the Northern Gannets. These birds are so impressing and beautiful, majestic and fascinating - I could watch them for weeks. Every year, they build a breeding colony at the cliffs and allows the people to watch them raising their chicks.
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As this grand old Live Oak tree reaches for the sky, the eruption of new growth at it’s extremities fulfills the promise of life that comes with each spring.
I had dreamed of shooting the Milky Way at Zabriskie Point. For many reasons that did not happen. But I found a Milky Way to add to my image.
Happy Slider Sunday!
“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbJruWd6bmU
I HOPE YOU DANCE – RONAN KEATING
DANCE
In dreams I walked; dazed by events
and blinded to the truthful present
blind-sighted; blinkered by the ensuing darkness
I clung to life like a life-buoy being dragged out to sea
the horizon looked so far away
no land in sight to fill my heart with hope and gaiety
but the further I drifted;
the more the sand beneath the ocean shifted
and a fault inside the Earth cracked wider and pulled me down
I was drowning deeply; water rising
my face upturned to see blue skies
last conscious thought was of the clouds descending
as they lifted me I felt my hopes rise
and consciousness broke gently
as the gentle tide lapped on the shore
I felt so light and free of pain
I began to doubt that I existed anymore
and now I feel the sand between my twitching toes
the salt air invades my pink and shiny nose
the gentle rainfall on my wind-whipped cheeks
I dance on tip-toes; writing poetry with my feet
splashing through the deepening puddles
fulfilling dreams; deconstructing puzzles
I feel alive; I have survived
a miracle set me free
no longer need to wonder now
or wander aimlessly
twirling; swirling; spun by the wind
my body is at one with nature; it will not rescind
I will not let it; I am a fighter; I found my light
and the dark and dreaded “tunnel” is now far from my sight
I need not let my history repeat itself in perpetuity
I can break it down and recreate my newly chosen destiny
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It's exciting and fulfilling to walk on new lanes and virgin paths. Contemporary it can be very exhausting and even dangerous too. Thats why its not only making sense but sometimes its even necessary following trails others left behind for us. When we do this, we have to be cautious and keep two things in mind (at least two). For one thing, we need to be attentive, where these trails are guiding us too. We need to look up again and again asking ourselves if we wanted to get here and if its good for ourselves to be here. If its not like this, we need to realign, change the direction and leave the trail. For the second thing, we need to make sure that we don't follow our own footprints because in that case, we are going in circles and will never reach somewhere.
Es ist sehr aufregend und erfüllend neue Wege zu gehen und auf jungfräulichen Pfaden zu wandern. Gleichzeitig kann dies jedoch auch äußerst anstrengend und manchmal sogar gefährlich sein. Deshalb macht es nicht nur Sinn sondern ist manchmal sogar nötig auch Spuren zu folgen, die andere für uns hinterlassen haben. Wenn wir das tun, müssen wir jedoch achtsam sein und zwei Dinge beachten (mindestens zwei). Zum einen müssen wir aufmerksam sein, wo die Spuren uns hin leiten. Wir müssen immer wieder aufblicken und uns fragen, ob wir hier hin wollten und ob es uns hier gut geht. Ist dem nichts so, gilt es sich neu zu orientieren, die Richtung zu wechseln und die Spur zu verlassen. Zum anderen müssen wir uns vergewissern, dass es nicht unsere eigene Spur ist, der wir folgen, denn ist sie das, laufen wir im Kreis und kommen nie irgendwo an.
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About Corfe Castle
Corfe Castle is a stunning 11th century castle in Dorset, that has fulfilled a number of roles throughout its thousand-year history – from royal residence to military stronghold. Today Corfe Castle provides an atmospheric look into Britain’s medieval past, with its picturesque views and imposing structure attracting visitors from far and wide.
Corfe Castle history
The current incarnation of Corfe Castle was built by William the Conqueror in around 1066, although even before this the site was of great historical importance. Legend tells that when a Saxon hall stood on the site, the young Edward the Martyr was murdered there in 978 during a plot to position his half-brother Ethelred ‘the Unready’ as monarch. Edward was later canonised, with his feast day falling on the anniversary of his death – 18 March.
Following its construction as a medieval fortress, Corfe Castle would be expanded and altered over the coming centuries, especially in the 12th century by Edward I who built the imposing keep, and in the 13th century under King John. Not only did John further fortify the castle, he also used it as a prison and royal residence. Sold by Elizabeth I in 1572, Corfe Castle became a grand private home, first to Sir Christopher Hatton and later by Sir John Bankes in 1635.
The demise of Corfe Castle and the cause of its current ruined state came with the English Civil War. Having survived one siege in 1643, it would fall to another only 3 years later, before being slighted – or intentionally damaged – by the Parliamentarians. Its ruins were eventually handed back to the Bankes family, who retained it for 350 years before in 1982 gifting it to the National Trust.
Corfe Castle today
Today, Corfe Castle remains under the remit of the National Trust and is open to the public. Its romantic ruins sit high atop a natural ‘motte’, with many of its original features still well preserved. The castle’s towering 12th century keep may be explored, while a number of its gatehouses remain in good condition and allow visitors to walk through centuries of history.
Corfe Castle’s role as a military stronghold is also echoed in many of its hidden features – murder holes, fallen walls, and arrow loops to name a few. Stunning views of the village below may too be enjoyed from the castle’s elevated position, as well as the picturesque Purbeck Hills that surround it.
This very long night exposure shows the ride we all take for granted. Now stuck at home for several weeks, any type of entertainment in the wee hours of the morning, when no one is likely to see someone. Some of us come out with a camera and tripod to fulfill our brain with some kind of joy.
A few helicopters are seen flashing their strobe lights in this composition. It was 34 degrees Fahrenheit when I came out at 3 AM (1.1 Celsius for the rest of the world) for this shot.
Some of the orange glow seen is from a sodium light in the driveway. Which I like the color cast that it gave some of this photo.
Story: Two years ago, we were extremely fortunate to find this particular Barn Owl, that fulfilled the wishes of all, in and around Bay area. This one was very bold, in the sense that it would hunt daily in the early morning when it supposed to go back for roosting.
I still remember the day I first saw her. It was late August and the word was not out that she is around. When I first saw the report on ebird, I thought I will try my luck. So I drove to the spot before sunrise, and walked on one side of the park. Although I just wanted to photograph her in any pose, I consciously walked on that particular spot knowing I will have better background.
I could immediately spot her flying around, but on the other side of the park. However, I didn't choose to run for her. Instead I thought I will wait and observe the behavior. Soon enough, she decided to check out my side of the park. It was still few minutes to sunrise and and she was actively hunting. Occasionally flying past me in rather close distance. I was able to take few photographs of her flying, and desperately wished for the sun to come up.
As the sun risen, to my surprise, she decided to perch right in front of me. I could not have wished for more. She gave me ample opportunities to take her photograph, and as it might sound, when she decided to fly away, she chose to do it in my direction, giving me three very beautiful flying postures to photograph. After that day, I made two more attempts to photograph her. In my second attempt after a week, I was able to photograph her in the perfect golden light of the morning sun.
However, in my third attempt (after a month), what I saw made me sad. The park was teeming with so called photographers, who did not leave a single stone unturned to photograph the Barn owl. I saw group of people running behind the owl, people clamoring, and creating all sorts of disturbances. If anything was missing from the scene, it was the only thing you needed to be an wildlife photographer: patience.
Leyenda sobre la Torre de Hércules – Gerión
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Explore #30
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Cuenta la leyenda que hace muchos, muchísimos años, existió un malvado gigante que tenía atemorizados a los habitantes de un bello país. No le bastaba con tomar, para él, la parte de las cosechas que necesitaba para su sustento, sino que, además, acostumbraba a arrasar el resto.
Sus correrías habían sumido en la más absoluta miseria a los esforzados campesinos que morían de hambre o a manos de aquella terrible criatura cuando, desquiciados, osaban oponerse a él. Aquellas pobres gentes, hartas de sufrir las fechorías del despiadado ogro, pidieron ayuda al Dios Hércules quien acudió a socorrerles.
Aunque era un Dios, no fue una empresa fácil para Hércules enfrentarse a Gerión (así se llamaba aquel gigante), quien poseía toda la fuerza que es capaz de acumular la maldad. Durante muchos días se enfrentaron sin que la lucha pareciese tener fin. La tierra temblaba ante el embate de los dos colosos. En varias ocasiones pareció que alguno de los contendientes había llegado al límite de sus fuerzas pero, empujados por misteriosas energías, se recuperaban y la lucha seguía con mayor ferocidad aún. Hércules, finalmente, se impuso a Gerión; una vez abatido el gigante le cortó la cabeza y lo sepultó bajo una gran torre. Esta construcción, desafiando al tiempo, ha perdurado hasta nuestros días como símbolo e identidad de una gran ciudad, A Coruña.
Esto es, dicho a mi manera, lo que cuenta la leyenda. Quizás por ser leyenda y porque me parece que los gigantes también tienen corazón, pienso que la historia muy bien podría haber ocurrido de este otro modo:
Hace mucho, mucho tiempo…
Las pocas casas que aun estaban en pie eran presa de las llamas. Los habitantes del pueblo, que no habían perecido en el ataque, corrían despavoridos buscando un lugar donde ocultarse de aquellos malhechores y sobre todo de su jefe, el gigante Gerión. Este, veía correr a la pobre gente que, desde su altura, le parecían conejos asustados en busca de una madriguera y sonreía divertido ante el terror que causaba. Mientras tanto, el resto de aquellos bandidos se dedicaban a los más sórdidos actos de pillaje.
En la vida de Gerión era tan sólo un día más y esos actos vandálicos formaban parte de su rutina cotidiana. Desde que nació había sido diferente. Su rápido desarrollo fue motivo para que la gente, primero, se riese de él y poco después empezase a temerle. La falta de cariño le convirtió en un ser rencoroso y su mísera infancia alimentó su desprecio hacía el resto del mundo. Creció de forma desmesurada hasta convertirse en un gigante a quien nadie podía hacer frente. Su existencia pasaba por ser la crónica de tristes y devastadores sucesos en los que, él, era el gran protagonista. Hacía ya muchos años que se dedicaba a sembrar el terror por doquier, arrasando todo lo que encontraba a su paso. Su fama y el temor que despertaba era tal que la gente se estremecía solo con oír su nombre.
Después de su última fechoría y de haber disfrutado del botín de la misma, Gerión ordenó a sus hombres que se preparasen para ponerse en camino. Buscarían un nuevo lugar en el que seguir engrandeciendo su leyenda.
Así, llegaron a un país de bosques tan espesos que apenas dejaban pasar la luz. La vegetación era tan exuberante que apenas había caminos. Los montes llegaban al mar, formando abruptos acantilados y sus moradores vivían en dispersas aldeas. Gerión había oído hablar de una tierra como aquella en la que también, se decía, habitaban hadas y meigas. Al instante, quedó cautivado por aquel lugar. Sus ansias de lucha y de saqueo se evaporaron, como si nunca hubiesen estado en él. Por ello avisó a sus acompañantes para que, en forma alguna, atentasen contra aquella tierra o sus habitantes.
Aquellos bandidos, interpretaron las palabras del gigante como un signo de debilidad y lejos de obedecerle decidieron rebelarse contra él. Aprovecharon para atacarle mientras dormía y, aunque le hirieron gravemente, la fortaleza de Gerión era tan grande que se repuso lo suficiente para acabar con sus antiguos camaradas de fechorías.
Tumbado en el bosque, en estado febril por las heridas recibidas, Gerión, pensó que deliraba cuando oyó las voces de las dos mujeres. Se trataba de dos hermosas meigas (¿quién dice que las meigas no pueden ser hermosas y buenas?) que informaron a Gerión de que sus días en la tierra estaban llegando a su fin. También le ofrecieron un deseo cada una, pero con la condición de que para que estos se cumpliesen el gigante debería mostrarse antes verdaderamente arrepentido de la vida que había llevado. Gerión aceptó y pasó sus últimos días subiendo a las cimas más elevadas de aquel territorio. Sentado en lo más alto, ahíto con la belleza del paisaje, lloraba y lloraba, arrepentido de los muchos pecados que había cometido. Tantas eran sus lágrimas que, al desprenderse por las montañas, iban abriendo surcos en las mismas, formando ríos que, en su encuentro con el mar, moldeaban la costa con rincones maravillosos.
Las meigas entendieron que el arrepentimiento de Gerión era real y decidieron concederle sus deseos. Gerión, ya moribundo, pidió a estas que su cuerpo, que tanta maldad había contenido, fuese enterrado junto al mar y sobre su tumba se edificase una torre que le impidiese volver a salir a la luz. Su segundo deseo fue que su espíritu pudiese volar, libremente, acompañando a las aves.
Cuentan que las meigas pidieron ayuda a Hércules para enterrar a Gerión y construir la torre, junto al mar. También dicen que, acompañando a cualquier ave de las que surcan los cielos de Galicia, si lo intentamos, podremos identificar el espíritu de Gerión que, incansable, vigila aquella tierra de la que sigue enamorado, aun, en el más allá.
Matías Ortega Carmona
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Legend has it that many, many years ago, there was an evil giant who had the inhabitants of a beautiful country frightened. It was not enough for him to take, for himself, the part of the crops that he needed for his sustenance, but also, he used to destroy the rest.
His escapades had plunged the hardworking peasants who died of hunger or at the hands of that terrible creature into the most absolute misery when, mad, they dared to oppose him. Those poor people, tired of suffering the misdeeds of the ruthless ogre, asked the God Hercules for help, who came to their aid.
Although he was a God, it was not an easy task for Hercules to face Geryon (that giant was called), who possessed all the strength that evil is capable of accumulating. For many days they faced each other without the fight seeming to have an end. The earth trembled before the attack of the two colossi. On several occasions it seemed that some of the contenders had reached the limit of their strength but, pushed by mysterious energies, they recovered and the fight continued with even greater ferocity. Hercules finally prevailed over Geryon; Once he was down, the giant cut off his head and buried him under a great tower. This construction, defying time, has lasted to this day as a symbol and identity of a great city, A Coruña.
This is, said in my way, what the legend tells. Perhaps because it is a legend and because it seems to me that giants also have hearts, I think that the story could very well have happened in this other way:
A long long time ago…
The few houses that were still standing were in flames. The inhabitants of the town, who had not perished in the attack, ran terrified looking for a place to hide from those criminals and especially from their leader, the giant Geryon. This one, he saw the poor people running who, from his height, looked like frightened rabbits in search of a burrow and he smiled amused at the terror they caused. Meanwhile, the rest of those bandits engaged in the most sordid acts of pillage.
In Geryon's life it was just another day and such vandalism was part of his daily routine. Ever since he was born he had been different. His rapid development caused people to first laugh at him and soon after start to fear him. His lack of affection made him resentful and his miserable childhood fueled his contempt for the rest of the world. He grew inordinately until he became a giant that no one could face. His existence was considered to be the chronicle of sad and devastating events in which he was the main protagonist. For many years he had dedicated himself to sowing terror everywhere, destroying everything he found in his path. His fame and the fear he aroused was such that people shuddered just hearing his name.
After his last misdeed and having enjoyed the spoils of it, Geryon ordered his men to prepare to set out. They would look for a new place in which to continue magnifying his legend.
Thus, they arrived in a country with forests so thick that they barely let in the light. The vegetation was so lush that there were hardly any paths. The mountains reached the sea, forming steep cliffs and their inhabitants lived in scattered villages. Geryon had heard of a land like that in which, it was said, fairies and witches also lived. Instantly, he was captivated by that place. His urge to fight and plunder evaporated, as if they had never been in him. For this reason, he warned his companions so that, in no way, they attacked that land or its inhabitants.
Those bandits interpreted the giant's words as a sign of weakness and far from obeying him, they decided to rebel against him. They took the opportunity to attack him while he slept, and although they seriously wounded him, Geryon's strength was so great that he recovered enough to finish off his former comrades-in-deed.
Lying in the woods, feverish from his wounds, Geryon thought he was delirious when he heard the voices of the two women. It involved two beautiful witches (who says witches can't be beautiful and good?) who informed Geryon that his days on earth were coming to an end. They also offered him one wish each, but on the condition that in order for these to be fulfilled, the giant must first show himself to be truly sorry for the life he had led. Geryon accepted and spent his last days climbing to the highest peaks of that territory. Sitting on the top, overwhelmed with the beauty of the landscape, he cried and cried, repentant of the many sins he had committed. So many were his tears that, as they fell from the mountains, they opened furrows in them, forming rivers that, in their encounter with the sea, shaped the coast with wonderful corners.
The meigas understood that he regrets
Matías Ortega Carmona
Fulfill this desire
To finally be the king
Of such vast lands
That you never imagined
To hold everything in your hands
But you already are
Humana
And driven by all the winds
Even if some may test your faith
Look only at the light
And raise your voice
Humana
A fulfilling life is different to each person. You have to acknowledge your dreams, and not just wait for life to happen, and opportunities to come knocking at your door.
Cloth: gatcha GB - Epiphany
This little vehicle seemed to have an identity problem. Shaped like a tuk tuk but fulfilling the function of a song thaew (small bus - name literally means two benches). It was pretty well loaded!
Isotta Fraschini quickly established a reputation for innovation and high-quality craftsmanship. Its legacy is often attributed to its eight-cylinder luxury cars built during the 1920s, but it was many years earlier that the company forged its reputation for motor racing. Leading the charge in the engineering department was Giustino Cattaneo who developed the Tipo I Corsa in 1907, which competed at the Coppa Florio that year and emerged victoriously. A year later, in modified form, it won the Targa Florio. Following these victories, Isotta Fraschini designed a high-performance, lightweight, road-going car called the Tipo FE Voiturette. Several high-horsepower models followed and were particularly popular with U.S.-based enthusiasts.
The United States market was important to Isotta Fraschini and they made considerable efforts to promote their cars, most often through racing endeavors. In 1908, placed second in the Vanderbilt Cup, and were victorious in several other events including the Briarcliff Trophy, Savannah Trophy, and the Lowell Cup. In preparation for the Indianapolis 500, Isotta Fraschini Motor Co. of New York commissioned the Tipo IM. Six examples were built in the spring of 1913, wearing designs inspired by the KM and TM models.
The Isotta Fraschini Tipo IM was powered by an aircraft-inspired overhead cam, a 16-valve engine with a revised bore and stroke ratio, and a displacement size of 7,238 cubic centimeters. Its 7.2-liter displacement allowed it to comply with the limit set for American racing events. The 135 horsepower produced at 2,350 RPM was sent to the rear wheels via a four-speed manual gearbox. Another advanced feature was the four-wheel braking system. The suspension was comprised of a solid front and a live rear axle with semi-elliptical leaf springs all around.
As production was winding down, production was delayed due to a strike at the factory. Despite the setbacks, the factory was able to fulfill its American contracts. The cars were sent to Le Havre, France, and loaded onto the Lusitania on April 29th. They arrived in New York on May 24th and were sent to Indianapolis by express train, just in time to participate in qualifying sessions.
The 1913 Indianapolis 500 was the third year of the event, and it was the substantial monetary rewards that attracted U.S. and European factory-backed teams. The Isotta Fraschini team had the most modern and sophisticated machinery that they were capable of producing, and the lineup of drivers was equally impressive, consisting of Targa Florio winner Vincenzo Trucco, American racer 'Terrible' Teddy Tetzlaff, and two-time Vanderbilt Cup winner Harry Grant. Ray Gilhooley was hired as the relief driver, and he was lent a Tipo KM, which he drove prior to the start of the race in exhibition laps.
In the end, it was the lack of preparation and fine-tuning that proved to be the Achilles Heel of the Tipo IM's effort, having been prepared during the midst of the labor strike. The demise of all three cars was attributed to minor mechanical issues, with Grant leaving on Lap 14 due to a split gas tank. Trucco had the same issue but his car held up to Lap 39 before he bowed out of the race. Tetzlaff's carried the torch for Isotta Fraschini through lap 118 when a broken drive chain ended his day.
The car driven by Tetzlaff returned to Indianapolis 500 a year later and was entrusted to Ray Gilhooley. On Lap 41, the Isotta suffered a tire blowout in Turn 3, which ensnared the drive chain. The car spun wildly and ejected the driver and riding mechanic in the process, eventually coming to a stop on tires in the infield.
In many ways, these were the end and pinnacle of an era, and at the same time gave a glimpse into the future. The chain drive system was archaic and the front wheel brakes were thoroughly modern. Had they not succumbed to mechanical issues, it would have been interesting how history would have recorded their accomplishments at Indy.
by Daniel Vaughan - Jun 2021
Racing image above attributed to Conceptcarz
BTW, this car sold for 2.6 million dollars in 2019! You might say that was the ultimate win! :)
♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫
..." love me tender,
love me sweet,
never let me go.
you have made my life complete,
and I love you so.
love me tender,
love me true,
all my dreams fulfilled.
for my darlin´ I love you,
and I always will….
love me tender,
love me long,
take me to your heart.
for it´s there that I belong,
and we´ll never part…
love me tender,
love me dear, …
tell me you are mine.
I´ll be yours through all the years,
till the end of time. ….
(when at last my dreams come true
darling this I know
happiness will follow you
everywhere you go)…..
February 2025 celebrates International Brownie Camera Days. This image came from my 1950's Kodak Hawkeye Brownie. Film used was 620 Harman Phoenix 200 ISO.
Love Fulfills the Law.*
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Owe nothing to anyone, except to love one another; for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law.f
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The commandments, “You shall not commit adultery; you shall not kill; you shall not steal; you shall not covet,” and whatever other commandment there may be, are summed up in this saying, [namely] “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
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Love does no evil to the neighbor; hence, love is the fulfillment of the law.
Female Tiger swallowtails (Papilio glaucus) can be golden yellow or black - this lady nectaring in scarlet milkweed blossoms. Tiger swallowtails are like Common green darners and Cardinals ... if rare instead of common, we would go nuts over every one we photo'd! Tiger's have been scarcer here the past two seasons.
CHRISTMAS STORY of Jesus & John the Baptist in the womb:
At that time Mary got ready and hurried to a town in the hill country of Judea, where she entered Zechariah’s home and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. In a loud voice she exclaimed: “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!” Luke 1:39-45
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With this photograph I fulfilled a wish to myself. Those who know me are aware, that this is my favourite place in the Elbe Sandstone Mountains. This pine tree at the Gleitmannshorn on top the small mt. Winter I've photographed quite a few times already, in almost any season and under most diverse weather conditions. But one version I've misst badly all the time, the one during a real winter. Because we are here on a mountain called winter this fact was unexabtable for me. And so I waited for more than two years for that moment, when I finally could start the quite exhausting hike up here (winter road clearing is not available here). I was hoping for some colours at the sky yesterday morning I wasn't granted with unfortunately. Nonetheless this was a very very special moment for me.
Mit diesem Foto habe ich mir selbst einen Wunsch erfüllt. Wer mich kennt der weiß, dies hier ist mein Lieblingsplatz im Elbsandsteingebirge. Diese Kiefer am Gleitmannshorn auf dem Kleinen Winterberg habe ich schon oft fotografiert in so ziemlich allen Jahreszeiten und unter unterschiedlichsten Wetterbedingungen. Doch eine Version habe ich immer schmerzlich vermisst, die in einem richtigen Winter. Da wir uns auf dem Winterberg befinden, war diese Tatsache für mich nicht akteptabel. Und so wartete ich seit mehr als zwei Jahren auf diesen Moment, um mit dem ziemlich anstrengenden Aufstieg (Winterdienst gibts hier keinen) hier hoch zu beginnen. Ich hatte am gestrigen Morgen auf etwas Farbe am Himmel gehofft, die mir leider nicht vergönnt war. Trotzdem war das für mich ein ganz ganz besonderer Moment.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
unbearable lonesome in the twilight
no need to be so
dress up, open radio or CD, take a book
let the music to fill the room
not so long ago people used to
bump by the way
forlornness disappear with music and chat
you feel fulfilled and happy
I am not against progress of technology
but slavery
for music that inspires my life and art
Twelve years ago, I decided to see how many ways I could change a photo from its original into a variety of mutations, abstractions, patterns, and designs. In trying to develop a unique photographic style that has yet to be fulfilled, but adheres to my goal in my About Page: "the persistent attempt to bring images of life from which there was no life, to view these maddening images with joy and exploration, and to know that the process is never-ending and self-fulfilling."
I posted this video on youtube and then selected some of the images to make this Collage for Smile on Saturday.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=krI1R_gUs_w
Alternate Collage on similar theme: www.flickr.com/photos/dionepsoc/51690005368/in/album-7215...
For Smile on Saturday
Theme: Photo Collage
Psalm 145: 18 - 20
"The Lord is near to all who call on him,
to all who call on him in truth.
He fulfills the desires of those who fear him;
he hears their cry and saves them.
The Lord watches over all who love him,
but all the wicked he will destroy."
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My first visit to this woodland known to have one of the biggest concentration of Bluebells in the world . This is a retouched photo though. Taken at the Norsey woodland in Essex with my new P&S .
This new P&S was mainly a replacement free of charge under an insurance. The last one was less than a year old but had an accidental damage of it and was written off. I wish not to use a smaller camera during this trip to this new woodland, but I couldn't find the charger of my Nikon D90 , after sorting out so much things around the house putting them in boxes a over week ago ... now I lost my battery charger among the bits. It's a big job to go through the items again. :(
Dear brothers and sisters,
Tonight we stand united as one, under the light of the stars, to fulfill our destiny.
I know what’s on your mind. You see the enemy and think: they are more than us. They are stronger than us. We can't win.
Let me tell you something. It’s not bad to be scared, but you are wrong.
They might be more than us. Some of them might be bigger than us. But they are not stronger than us.
The reason is simple: we have something they don’t have, a purpose.
Tonight we don’t fight for greed. We don’t fight for fame. We don’t fight for honor or glory.
Tonight we fight for the future of our race. To protect our homes, our families. To build a brighter future for our children.
So grab your swords, raise your heads, look them in the eyes, and let the strength of your hearts guide you.
For tonight, we write a new chapter in the history of our race. One of victory.
Move forward!
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