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On an insignificant shore during,
An insignificant afternoon,
A moment of pause within a frenzied day,
On this plinth I rest with you.
After all the climbing efforts to capture,
An elusive view of that starfish,
You speak of the beauty around us,
This is it, the sense of place.
Here, I find.
© Monica Contreras
PS.... not great quality from an iphone 11 camera in 2022
NOT A.I.
More view from walking in Ynys.
Ynys Gifftan is an island near the south east shore of Traeth Bach, the Dwyryd estuary near Portmeirion in Gwynedd, north Wales.
A short walk exploring the tidal island at the edge of Snowdonia
Overlooked by the Moelwyn Mountains that stand just in front of Snowdon, and the Rhinogs to the south east, the small island of Ynys Gifftan is a distinctive and unique feature of the Dwyryd Estuary.
Look across the estuary at high tide and Ynys Gifftan may seem insignificant, unworthy of exploration and impossible to visit without a boat. But visitors prepared to roll their trousers up can be rewarded with an adventure unlike any other.
This short walk to the tidal island at the foot of Snowdonia is particularly enjoyable in the summer months, when waters have absorbed the heat of the sun.
Sheep's climbing the mountains in Fagaras Massif, Romania. The peak looks like is overwhelmed by nearby relief and the sheep's are are almost insignificant in the peak.
I suppose it's perspective, but any problems I thought I had seemed somewhat insignificant out here.
This photo shows the two kinds of flowers, one large and showy, the other small and seemingly insignificant, found on hydrangea plants. Both kinds are beautiful.
Thank you for looking. Isn't God a great artist?
……I smiled as I was processing this image - how tiny and insignificant ‘man’ is compared to this wonderful vista! there are two chaps amongst the boats on the jetty that I didn’t see at first! Mid’ left is Derwent Isle with its boat house(s) and over on the far shore is the Lingholm estate - you can rent that boathouse, a one bed apartment that’s very popular, in fact it seems to be fully booked this year & next but with a few spaces left in May 2023 - £1540 for three night! (I think we’re elsewhere that week unfortunately😊) see link below.…..
thelingholmestate.co.uk/accommodation/boat-house/
For the interested I’m growing my Shutterstock catalogue regularly here, now sold 81 images :- www.shutterstock.com/g/Alan+Foster?rid=223484589&utm_...
©Alan Foster.
©Alan Foster. All rights reserved. Do not use without permission.……
The rain storm was breath-taking. But then I have always loved the majesty and magic of a thunderstorm. They always put me back in my place and remind me how really small and insignificant I really am in comparison. No tweeks on this, I took it straight out of the camera when we got home.
"During the war, I began to appreciate life. I thought I wasn't afraid of death, but it turned out I was. I am afraid of the pain that you can feel when you die. I began to appreciate life much more. I realized that it is short and can break off at any moment, and I didn't have time for so many things. He spent his life on trifles, insignificant things, but time should be valued. Many people live as immortals. But facing death is a very important experience.”
/Pylyp Dukhliy, a signalman in the armed forces of Ukraine, before the war - a school director./
“На війні я почав цінувати життя. Я думав, що не боюся смерті, а виявилося, що боюся. Боюся болю, який можна відчути, коли помираєш. Я став цінувати життя набагато більше. Зрозумів, що воно коротке і в будь-який момент може обірватися, а я так багато чого не встиг. На дрібниці, несуттєві речі витрачав своє життя, а треба було цінувати час. Багато людей живуть, як безсмертні. Але зустріч зі смертю – це дуже важливий досвід.”
/Пилип Духлій, зв’язківець у збройних силах України, до війни - директор школи./
Immersed in absolute silence,
under a sky of distant stars,
I rediscover my being, insignificant
Immerso nel silenzio assoluto,
sotto un cielo di stelle lontane,
riscopro il mio essere, insignificante
So I was reading about Simon Newcomb, an astronomer and professor who, in 1902, said "Flight by machines heavier than air is unpractical and insignificant, if not utterly impossible".
Comby wasn't the only one having a laugh at the idea though. Everyone from Joseph LeConte, Lord Kelvin, Stanley Mosley, Lord Haldone and even Thomas Edison were joining in on calling BS.
So boys, check this out 🚁
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It seemed more like one of those feel good moments while the otter was rubbing the fur on its head, its eyes closed and the mouth just fell open. (Sea otters spend much time rubbing their dense fur, which puts more air in the fur, improving its insulation qualities.)
Enhydra lutris nereis,
Morro Bay, California
It may seem insignificant to many, but the eelgrass floating nearby is a very good sign. After massive die-off and repeated attempts to replant eelgrass, finally in the last two years or so there has been a rebound. Besides being structurally important to hold parts of the bottom of the bay in place, it is very important habitat for many small fish and invertebrates--a significant cog in the ecosystem.
...What we choose, we give away.
Why blame it on the vicissitudes of fate,
When the traveler will surely come
Where will his steps lead him?
There is no excuse for those who walk into the abyss,
Everyone understands the eternal law:
The light illuminates those who love the light,
Darkness consumes those who love darkness....
(Hieromonk of New Chersonesos)....I heard in a simple cell
An old man praying wonderfully
Prayed quietly before me:
"Father of men, Father of Heaven!
May Thy eternal name
Be sanctified by our hearts;
May Thy kingdom come,
May Thy will be done with us,
As in heaven, so on earth.
Give us daily bread
With Thy generous hand;
And as we forgive men,
So we, who are insignificant before Thee,
Forgive, O Father, Thy children;
Do not cast us into temptation,
And from the evil seduction
Deliver us!"
Before the cross
Thus he prayed. The light of the lamp
Shimmered in the darkness from afar,
And the heart felt the comfort
From the old man's prayer.
(A.S. Pushkin)
Here's a photo that I have just come across. I am the hiker seen in the beallach under Beinn Achaladair which we had just descended. Behind Mark who took this photo is the slightly higher Munro, Beinn a' Chreachain.
For various reasons I haven't been able to get out in the snow this winter, so fingers crossed there will be one last snowfall to come that I can take advantage of.
Photo taken by my pal Mark.
silent and still
I observe...
a tiny reflection of an ecosystem
in a drop of rain
insignificant to most
it pulls me in
pure admiration.
"I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things."
I'm tired, exhausted, in fact ... but I hope I never get THAT tired... to miss the beauty in little insignificant things and places.
I like places of worship, although not using them myself to worship anything. But I admire, and respect the thought behind it. not an imposing, loud, and freightening place, or a place making false promises of a future no one is able to report back of.
I think, the need for evaluating, and reflecting on the happenings in ones life is universal. and these places make this possible. Eski Camii in Edirne.
I'm always excited when a new iteration of Drune opens both because they're always SO fun to explore and also for the photographic opportunities (and unique challenges) present within.
I've had this shot in my hip pocket for a few days trying to decide if I'd enter it in the photo contest (still going on! See the marvelous Sparklebottom Lasertits' post HERE ). While I'm not happy enough with it to do so, I'll still share with all you lovelies.
This is the second time I've done something on the theme of falling to my death in Drune. I'm not sure what it is about the place that draws me in that direction. I'm sure part of it is the incredible verticality present that I always want to show off in some way, but there's something more primal going on--Something in the wind of this big, rough, exotic and dangerous future that whispers in the ear of an insignificant little girl "Join me."
This was from last spring. Somehow it did not find its way to Flickr until now. Sometimes I am in the certain mood and I browse the photos trying to find ones that fit the mood. Then, something forgotten and insignificant at the time, becomes interesting. Like tenderness of leaves in contrast to strong pastel tones in the blurred background. At the time, I probably knew what was the blurred thing. Now with that information lost, it gets a whole new feeling.
Big walls rise in the horizon everywhere you look, it's amazing how the nature make us look so insignificant...
Der Rotkopfwürger (Lanius senator) ist ein Singvogel der Gattung Lanius aus der Familie der Würger (Laniidae). Das Verbreitungsgebiet dieses bis auf die nordwestafrikanischen Populationen obligaten Zugvogels ist auf die Westpaläarktis beschränkt, wo er in vier Unterarten vorkommt. Die Verbreitung ist auf der Iberischen Halbinsel flächig, ansonsten lückenhaft. Die Überwinterungsgebiete liegen in der Sahelzone südlich der Sahara. Die seit etwa 50 Jahren immer kleiner werdenden Brutvorkommen des Rotkopfwürgers in Mitteleuropa sind mittlerweile weitgehend erloschen.
Der Rotkopfwürger ernährt sich im Unterschied zu den meisten anderen Lanius-Arten fast ausschließlich von größeren Insekten. Andere Wirbellose sowie Wirbeltiere werden nur gelegentlich und in meist unbedeutenden Mengen verzehrt. Große Käfer, Heuschrecken, Zikaden und Grillen bilden die Hauptbestandteile der Nahrung.
Bei großem Mangel an Insekten verzehren Rotkopfwürger auch Schnecken, Ringelwürmer, Tausendfüßer und Spinnen. Wirbeltiere, wie Mäuse, kleine Singvögel, Eidechsen oder Frösche gehören ins Beutespektrum der Art, werden aber nur bei besonders günstiger Gelegenheit oder bei Knappheit der Hauptbeutetiere erbeutet. Ausnahmsweise nimmt der Rotkopfwürger pflanzliche Kost auf, wie Maulbeeren und Früchte verschiedener Prunus-Arten.
Quelle: de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotkopfw%C3%BCrger
The Woodchat Shrike (Lanius senator) is a songbird of the genus Lanius in the shrike family (Laniidae). The range of this migratory bird, which is obligate except for the northwest African populations, is restricted to the Western Palearctic, where it occurs in four subspecies. The distribution is extensive on the Iberian Peninsula, otherwise patchy. The wintering areas are in the Sahel south of the Sahara. The breeding occurrences of the Red-headed Shrike in Central Europe, which have been decreasing for about 50 years, are now largely extinct.
Unlike most other Lanius species, the Woodchat Shrike feeds almost exclusively on larger insects. Other invertebrates and vertebrates are consumed only occasionally and usually in insignificant quantities. Large beetles, grasshoppers, cicadas and crickets form the main components of the diet.
When there is a great shortage of insects, Red-headed Shrikes also consume snails, annelids, millipedes and spiders. Vertebrates such as mice, small songbirds, lizards or frogs are part of the species' prey spectrum, but are only taken when the opportunity is particularly favourable or when the main prey is scarce. Exceptionally, the Woodchat Shrike takes plant food, such as mulberries and fruits of various Prunus species.
A couple tourist overlook part of the canyon. They certainly give scale to show the vast size and depth!
Taken near a loo out along Canyon de Chelly, NP in Arizona.
Some of my favorite photographic botanical subjects have an elusive identity. Yet, whenever I talk walks in our neighborhood, I make a point of looking for these under-appreciated wild weeds. As A. A. Milne said, 'Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.'
Awe can make us feel small and insignificant. I like that feeling. Coyote Gulch dished up awe around every bend. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. Apparently multiple health benefits can be obtained from experiencing awe. Maybe we crave that feeling and get our fix on Flickr or from getting out into the natural world.