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Well, bike path less traveled, alongside the highway. A couple of inches of new snow two days ago, and I am the first human to tread here.
I slept less than 4 hours last night and I am blaming it on Shana:)
I stayed up late playing around with her fabulous Florabella textures collection.. it's beautiful with endless options to choose from.. I am so happy with it.. thank you Shana:)
I used 20% milk and honey layout (normal) 15% dreaminess layout (normal) and 25% worn linen (cool) texture (normal) then I ran a cross process action.
Seeing Double? ... If you think you have seen this before, you have! I accidentally deleted my first post while thinking I was only deleting it from the map (if you are curious, this was shot in Toronto, ON!). My sincere apologies to all those who took the time to fave and comment, (I had read each one and thanked you all).
HMM Everyone.
Posted for Macro Mondays Theme - Less is More
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For Smile on Saturday. I hope this fits the theme. I love these wild carrot flowers. The light seems to rest on them so beautifully. This one is just about to burst into bloom.
Olhão is a small town in the Algarve less than 10km from Faro, the main town in the region. The town has a significant tourist interest today but previously fishing was its main activity. Many fishermen provide fish to the famous covered market in Olhão today.
What makes a visit and a walk in Olhão interesting is its architecture. The old fishermen's district is made up of small white houses with cubic shapes. As most houses do not have gardens, terraces are arranged on the roofs and the alleys flowered by the inhabitants. Google
PS With its cubist lines and white-washed walls, the houses of Olhão are a sign of its people’s commercial and emigrational links with Morocco.
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In the gloom of this night of bright sweet dark light
You hear the voice of my memory just walking slowly
You hear the memory of those who would like to die trying
Oh how I wish, oh how I wish I loved you less.....
~ Concha Buika, Oro Santo (English Translation)
About less than an hour's drive east of Phoenix Arizona lies the Superstition Mountains which is the alleged location of the lost Dutchman mine. The story starts with a man named Jacob Waltz who come out these mountains with gold he said he got from a mine he found but died not long afterwards taking the secret of it's location to his grave. One must remember that less than ten miles away the town of Goldfield had an operating goldmine that extracted enough gold to be worth hundreds of millions in todays dollars. So that there was another nearby motherload of gold was nearby was quite believable. Some men over years have come out with some gold claiming they found the lost mine but these turned out not to be true. With gold now worth $1300 an ounce today the allure of lost treasure will still excite people today. The legend of the mine faded from public view until 1931 when the amateur explorer and treasure hunter Adolph Ruth disappeared until months later a skull was found with two bullet holes in it and dental records provided a positive match. You would think someone getting murdered would deter people instead it had the opposite effect with area being flooded with wannabe treasure hunters and less than savory types heavily armed going into the mountains reported. The state designated the area a state park with anyone caught trying prospecting subject to swift arrest. Considering Arizona's penal system known for it's alleged inhumane prison system where many inmates live in unairconditioned cells or tents in the brutal summer heat which is a long discussion in itself is enough to discourage 99% would be treasure hunters.
Slightly less Common Trifecta.
Roseate Spoonbill, Common Gallinule and Blue-winged Teal at Sheerness Pool in Bombay Hook NWR.
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It's when you are down on the ground you see it all
What kind of perspective do we have on our lives
We want this and that and never gets satisfied
Less is more is something we may learn as the years go by
Yes, I suddenly felt at least like 60 now
As the sun was going down at the Cheesering on Bodmin Moor it was obvious that bank of cloud was not going anywhere. Just thickening if anything so we just sat and waited as as I knew.. err hoped it would become wedged like a star between the land and those clouds. By this time only two other people remained sitting not far from us just watching the spectacle as we were...
I am not an experienced landscape photographer so it’s a good job I had plenty of time to choose the best options for this shot but even then I could not balance the brightness and shadows successfully to my satisfaction.
I tried hard grads, soft grads and stacked grads..no good.
This is a blend of three shots...
One for the top, one for the middle and one for the foreground rocks. Impossible without a tripod so I’m pleased I took it along.
Well Jonathan took it along actually like the gentleman he is..
The same place as the previous shot as that was my preferred composition.
The Cheesewring is a short walk (approx. 1½ km the north) across the moor. On a clear day its distinct shape can be seen from most parts of the Minions moor - standing on the edge of the Cheesewring Quarry. Its shape has been the subject of many debates; the result of weather erosion on the granite strata of the moor over many years. From the Cheesewring the views across the Cornish countryside and into Devon are nothing less than stunning on a clear day.
Goldenrod and the end of Summer at Edwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge, Oceanville, NJ, USA
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two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
From "The Road Not Taken " by Robert Frost
If you look carefully you can see the little path that runs alongside the canal. Please view large.
If you have lost a loved one, know that because of the Conservation of Energy, their energy has not died. Remember the First Law of Thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. All their energy, every vibration, every BTU of heat, every wave of every particle that was your loved one remains with you in this world. Know that amid energies of the cosmos, they gave as good as they got.
All the photons that have ever bounced off their face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by their happiness, by the touch of their hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by the one you love. And as you grieve, know that the photons that bounced from them were gathered in the particle detectors that are your eyes, that those photons created within their constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
According to the Law of the Conservation of Energy, not a bit of them is gone; they're just less orderly.
-Adaptation of "Eulogy from a Physicist" by Aaron Freeman
It's funny how such creatures, simplistic in so many ways, can inhabit personalities more complex and deep by comparison to the shallow, murky waters of the WalMart kiddie pools that some human beings are made of. He was my shadow, my sentinel, my buddy, my pal. Little did I know that this Valentine's Day gift from an ex would lead to a lasting companionship who's absence is felt, even to this day.
Some people would scoff and say "Oh, it's just a cat." As heartless as those people are, he was so much more than the sum of himself. He probably would've followed me through the Gates of Hell and back, if I'd let him... and give them a piece of his mind in the process, since he was a chatterbox.
Where people would often fail, he would succeed.
Rest in peace, buddy.
Window reflection of a photography image of Erich Lessing. Photography was set at the show-window of the LessingImages.com Gallery, Weihburggasse 22
As Einstein said "Life is like riding a bicycle..To maintain the balance you need to keep moving"
Recent events have once again proved Einstein to be right :-)
A cyclysit pedalling down Nandi Hills
Editing : I am Feeling lucky
Unfortunately, it was mostly cloudy without a clear shot of the moon but the clouds and moonlight offered a unique sky for a Blue Moon-less mage
This morning I discovered a literal example of the golden hour rule. I was actually headed home after a trip down Seward Highway hoping to catch the sunrise. Unfortunately I ran into rain and clouds. Then on my drive home the sun came out briefly. The funny thing is that this spot is less than 10 minutes away from my house.
From the Cornell Lab:
"The Lesser Prairie-Chicken is a pale grouse of the southern Great Plains, found only in prairie and agricultural land with shinnery oak and sand sagebrush. Once widespread and abundant, its numbers have crashed following heavy hunting in the 19th and early 20th centuries, and then conversion of its natural habitat to cropland and rangeland. Like its close relative, the larger, darker Greater Prairie-Chicken, male Lesser Prairie-Chickens gather in spring on “leks,” sites where males compete for females by performing spectacular displays."
This shot was taken at Smoky Valley Ranch, a Nature Conservancy property in western Kansas. More than half of all lesser prairie chickens in the world are in western Kansas. The Nature Conservancy is playing a key role in preserving the species.
Third and final installment in my grouse series.