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THIRD BRIDGE | BOTSWANA
I was lucky enough to find this big herd of elephants near Third Bridge Camp in the Moremi Game Reserve.
There were a lot of calfs in that group and I was very happy to capture some very intimate moments like this.
At the heart of Camogli: the old fishermen's houses with their pastel colour and the laundry hanged out between the houses...
Taken with my cameraphone Nokia N86 behind Dragonara Castle, in Camogli, Italy.
Treated with Photoshop CS4.
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Women's hands gently around the man and grabbing his coat at his back, her one leg tilted with her shoe tip.
A vibrant moment of intimacy unfolds as one rainbow lorikeet shelters another with outstretched wings, their colors glowing against a painterly background.
Such a special moment... standing only a few meters away, alone with a herd of desert elephants and the herds matriarch fed her newborn calf. An intimate moment, I will surely never forget.
“You get a feeling when you look back on life
that all God really wants from us
is to live inside a body He made,
and enjoy the story, and
to bond with Him through the experience.”
- Donald Miller
#AbFav_The_COLOUR_YELLOW_🍋
Meconopsis cambrica, the Welsh poppy, is a perennial flowering plant in the poppy family Papaveraceae.
It is a native of damp, rocky sites in upland areas of Western Europe from the British Isles to the Iberian Peninsula.
The plants can grow between 30–60 cm (12–24 in) tall.
It blooms between May and July.
The flower is distinctively yellow or orange with four petals, and coarsely hairy green sepals that fall off soon after the flower opens.
The flower’s stigma has seven distinct lobes radiating from its centre. The ovary positioned beneath the stigma.
It spreads easily from the numerous small black seeds produced in the summer, from a long, ribbed capsule that opens with flaps.
I have wild yellow poppies in the garden, they are the most ephemeral of flowers.
Everything has to be ready before you bring them in, bang, a few photographs, this one lost a petal along the way immediately.
I put them in water, in no time the pretty heads hanging.
Wishing you all the best and thank you, M, (*_*)
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Photo taken during the Photo festival in Łódź.
This was the moment when two female visitors composed themselves with the exhibited work depicting a double portrait.
The title may be an over-interpretation on my part, but let it stay that way, it fits the context and friendship/love is great.
This Tiger Swallowtail seemed completely under the spell of the Sunflower. Thanks for the look and have a great Weekend.
I knew it was a mistake; I barely knew her, although all night we had been all over each other. But as she knelt before me, her delicate hands working the fly of my trousers and gently revealing me, her warm mouth encompassing me with breathy, sexy noises, I knew I was trapped in her clutches.
Romania 1985
La nostra casa
Finalmente dopo averla comprata andava arredata. Comprammo mobili essenziali, credenza, tavolo, sedie, forno e frigorifero per la cucina; divano, tavolo, sedie e televisore per la sala e tanti tappeti di tutte le misure perché il pavimento come lo intendavamo noi non esisteva... c’era una base di non so cosa ,credo cemento e alcune tavole di legno. Tutto quindi veniva coperto da tappeti, anche la cucina... l’unico locale esente era il bagno.
Ogni cucina aveva un piccolo ripostiglio ricavato nel locale, dove mettere le scorte di cibo.
In camera da letto non esisteva il matrimoniale! La gente, in Romania, aveva un divano letto che aprendosi diventava un letto a una piazza e mezza.
Mia cugina lavorava in una fabbrica di divani quindi non ci restava altra scelta che farlo fare su misura e incaricammo una sarta, che faceva piumoni in casa, di farne uno. Tuttora lo conserviamo nell’armadio.. è ancora molto bello e all’occorrenza lo usiamo.
Testo di Laura Paris
The Columbine blossom is a very sensuous flower. And this is the most sensual part of the bloom. We tend to 'focus' our attention on the interesting petal arrangement. This time, something just a bit different.
MANY THANKS to Jenny Barnes for sending me a good supply of BLUE Columbine seeds. I've never been able to photograph a glorious blue Aquilegia. Perhaps next year I'll be able to change that. Thanks Jenny, truly appreciated.
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A Night Like This
From where you are
You see the smoke start to arise
Where they play cards
And you walk over
Softly moving passed the guards
The stakes are getting higher
You can feel it in your heart
He calls you bluff
He is the ace you never thought
He played that much
And now it's more than all this cards
You want to touch
You never know if winning this
Could really be enough
Take a look
Beyond the moon
You see the stars.
And when you look around
You know the room by heart
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
How many times
Have I been waiting by the door
To hear these chimes
To hear that someone debonaire has just a arrived
And opened up to see
My world before my eyes
That silhouette creates an image
On the night I can't forget
It has the scent of something special
I can't rest
If I resist temptation
Oh, I know for sure that I will lose the bet
I walk away and suddenly it seems
I'm not alone
In front of me he stands
I stop, before he goes
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
© Caro Emerald 2010