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Sunset ~ South Pierhead Lighthouse ~ Grand Haven, Michigan
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 200, f/9.0, 300mm, 1/1600s
During the weekend closest to the middle of the month, a flea market of all kinds of things for sale, such as food, clothing, shoes, electronic items, old cameras... And its name is Mercado de Motores (Engines Market).
In this photo we can see the light bulbs that illuminate a counter where nuts and sweets are sold.
BOMBILLAS EN EL MUSEO DEL FERROCARRIL, MADRID, 2023
Durante el fin de semana más cercano a la mitad del mes, se monta en el Museo del Ferrocarril, en la antigua estación de Delicias de Madrid, España, un mercadillo de todo tipo de cosas a la venta, como comida, ropa, zapatos, artículos de electrónica, cámaras de fotos antiguas... Y su nombre es Mercado de Motores.
En esta foto podemos ver las bombillas que iluminan un mostrador donde se venden frutos secos y chuches.
What makes a lighthouse truly beautiful isn’t the smooth, pristine exterior - it’s that it endures. It watches. It's there night after night regardless of whether anyone sees it or thanks it. That kind of devotion isn’t flashy, but it’s deeply moving.
In our lives, we often measure worth by appearance - how polished we seem, how well we keep up the illusion of composure. But like a lighthouse, our real beauty lies in our vigilance. In how we keep going, keep showing love, keep protecting what matters - even when we feel weathered or unseen. The cracks in the surface don’t lessen the value. They bear witness to the storms we've already survived.
So, whether your tower feels a little worn or your light flickers now and then—it doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It means you're alive. You’re watching. You’re keeping the path lit for someone else, maybe even for yourself. And that is luminous.
Don't ask me why... but my children named her "Hermine" :)
I was amazed how the setting sun let this little creature glow from the inner!
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The world lost a great human being yesterday. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pete_Seeger
These little snails are all over the plants in the Provence... they look
like little white flowers, only a closer look reveils them as snails ;)
unbelievable for me how they endure this sun and dryness.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror
But you are eternity and you are the mirror
Khalil Gibran
... was born March 17th, 2007 in Quito / Ecuador
This is to welcome my newborn niece Susana Stella &
to share my joy about it with you - with a "Magnolia Stellata" bud...
ready to unfold to fill this world with her beauty and tenderness".
There are moments when, despite your failures, denials, self‑recrimination, and the deep belief that you are unworthy, a quiet light of healing still manages to find you. If you allow yourself to respond to it, that light opens a space where you can finally admit your shortcomings without fear, release what you’ve been carrying, and begin to feel a wholeness you thought was lost to you forever.
It’s in these rare, honest pauses that we learn something essential: the grace we so freely offer to others is the same grace we must learn to extend to ourselves. Only then can healing take root, cleansing what has been wounded and guiding us back toward the person we are still capable of becoming.
I got really wet with this shot... but the little dewdrops were so beautifully sparkling in the sun... I just had to get down on my knees :)
I found it exciting to wait a little here to see who is now so on the way up and who is on the way down. Ha Joking aside! Or am I in some situations often still the little boy who can be caught by so many technical things.
bob moses & elderbrook — inner light ♫
or choose the beautiful video (ゝз･)
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🎹✨ And now . . . . . . . the Orchestra begins. ✨🎻
Today with this song – The River Flows Within Me – Orchestra Version
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams I feel Blessed by the Journey ✨💛
Before I share these new page of my journey . . .
I would love to invite you into something very close to my heart . . .
Little pieces of my story . . . .
Little fragments of my dreams . . . . . .
But now something is changing . . .
🎹✨ The orchestra is beginning to play ✨🎻
The melodies are finding each other . . . . . . .
The memories are weaving together . . . . . . . . . . . .
And the journey is becoming something greater than a single song ✨💛✨🎻🎹✨
Let's continue the journey . . .
Taxi: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams ~WoD~ 🌌 ✨
More of this will be revealed to you day by day enjoy it . . .
Over the past months I created an album called
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Album: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams . . . . 🌌 ✨
If you feel called to listen,
I hope you will find a little piece of yourself somewhere within it. ✨💛
Each song tells a different part of the journey.
Each melody carries a memory.
Each notebecame a piece of the story.
Sometimes life closes a chapter . . .
not to take something away . . .
but to make space for something new.
Looking back, I see so many moments,
so many lessons,
so many dreams that carried me further than I ever imagined.
And today . . .
my heart is simply filled with gratitude.
For every beginning.
For every ending.
For every person who became part of my story.
Waterfalls of Dreams exists again . . .
and somehow it feels like coming home.
A new book . . .
A new chapter . . .
A new beginning . . .
I feel blessed.
Blessed by the journey.
Blessed by the people I met along the way.
Blessed by the beauty I found even in difficult moments.
And most of all . . .
blessed to still be dreaming. ✨💛
Lasst uns die Reise fortsetzen . . .
Heute mit diesem Song: The River Flows Within Me – Orchestra Version
Bevor ich euch diese neuen Seite meiner Reise zeige . . .
möchte ich euch gerne an etwas teilhaben lassen, das mir sehr am Herzen liegt . . .
Kleine Stücke meiner Geschichte . . .
Kleine Fragmente meiner Träume . . .
Doch nun verändert sich etwas . . .
🎹✨ Das Orchester erhebt seine Stimme ✨🎻
Die Melodien finden zueinander . . .
Die Erinnerungen verweben sich zu einem Ganzen . . .
Und die Reise wird zu etwas Größerem als einem einzelnen Lied . . .
Zu einer Geschichte aus Erinnerungen, Träumen und all den Wegen, die mich hierher geführt haben . . . ✨💛✨🎻🎹✨
Lasst uns die Reise fortsetzen . . .
Tag für Tag werdet ihr mehr darüber erfahren – viel Spaß dabei . . .
In den letzten Monaten hab ich ein Album erschaffen, es heisst
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Wenn du das Gefühl hast, dass du hinein hören möchtest,
hoffe ich, dass du darin irgendwo ein kleines Stück von dir selbst findest. ✨💛
Jedes Lied erzählt einen anderen Abschnitt der Reise.
Jede Melodie trägt eine Erinnerung in sich.
Jede Note wurde zu einem Teil der Geschichte.
Manchmal schließt das Leben ein Kapitel . . .
nicht um etwas wegzunehmen . . .
sondern um Platz für etwas Neues zu schaffen.
Wenn ich zurückblicke, sehe ich so viele Momente,
so viele Lektionen,
so viele Träume, die mich weitergetragen haben, als ich es je für möglich gehalten hätte.
Und heute . . .
ist mein Herz einfach voller Dankbarkeit.
Für jeden Anfang.
Für jedes Ende.
Für jeden Menschen, der ein Teil meiner Geschichte geworden ist.
Waterfalls of Dreams existiert wieder . . .
und irgendwie fühlt es sich an wie Heimkommen.
Ein neues Buch . . .
Ein neues Kapitel . . .
Ein neuer Anfang . . .
Ich fühle mich gesegnet.
Gesegnet durch die Reise.
Gesegnet durch die Menschen, die mich begleitet haben.
Gesegnet durch die Schönheit, die selbst in schweren Momenten zu finden war.
Und vor allem . . .
gesegnet, noch immer träumen zu können. ✨💛
This young vineleaf is growing on the house wall right outside my window.
The early morning sun was hitting it so strongly I first thought these shots might
not turn out. The brick wall in the back let it look rather pale so I changed my angle
until I had the red downspout behind. It is then when I thought... wow, great reds!
Here are two of the shootings.