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Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world, few hearts survive
All I know, is the way I feel
When its real, I keep my pray alive
The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb steps every day
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow
Some hang on to "used-to-be"
Live their lives locking behind
All we have is here and now
All our lives, out there to find
The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb steps every day
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow
Time goes by
No time to cry
Lifes you and I, alive, baby
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow
Fujifilm X-Pro3 with My Own Home Grown High Contrast Recipe. Straight out of camera with no post processing.
Candid portrait taken on the streets of central Galway, Ireland. Not much of a story, other than her black and white stripes both contrast and blend into the background!
Another old picture. A high contrast shot of part of the trunk from a Silver Birch, taken in 2014 on a Lumix compact.
This is a Snapseed editing experiment. I noticed that even though it’s getting dark and stormy, my lilies were really glowing tonight. I tried completely suppressing the background — hopefully it shows up here as close to black — while retaining the highlights.
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe, when I pick up the phone
("Surprise, surprise, surprise")
There's still nobody home
©R Waters
Capability Walled Garden at Markeaton Park, Derby. It’s a dementia friendly space which seemed to resonate with the empty bird boxes.
Descending Seat Sandal in the Lake District at 9pm as the weather cleared a little on a wet and windy day.
About 20 yards from my front door.
UPDATE: Can't believe this went into Explore. And on my birthday, too. 72 years old on March 22.
Plus-x 35mm developed w/D-23, enlarged in Kodalith 20x25 graphic film sheet w/ many contact passages developed w/ D-72, silver print scan, 1968
Dique Paso de las Piedras, Cabildo, Buenos Aires.
Expedición fotográfica con cámaras analógicas. 2008.
Cornwall Bridge, Connecticut.
Tom and I hiked south along the Appalachian Trail next to the Housatonic River after voting. We saw a very mature (and large) American bald eagle less than 50' away on a sycamore tree branch. It was exciting and while it would have been fun to attempt to photograph it, we just stood there in awe, admiring this incredible animal.
We're in a drought here the northeast and the Housatonic River is moving very slowly. The slowness of the river is allowing foam to gather along the banks in interesting ways as it interacts with branches and rocks. I spent a good amount of time photographing this particular foam pattern; it was changing right before my eyes and how it interacted with the rock at the top of the frame was fascinating.
I would have posted this yesterday but I've been extremely shocked, embarrassed, and ultimately depressed about the US. election. I'm very sorry for what my country has done.