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never stand up in a canoe & take a picture...... and your good camera at that
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At the entrance to Thiksey Monastery's main prayer hall, a young monk interprets the Bhavachakra, or Wheel of Life, for a companion. This complex diagram serves as a visual teaching tool, illustrating the six realms of existence and the three poisons—ignorance, anger, and attachment—that drive the cycle of rebirth. The entire wheel is depicted in the clutches of Yama, the Lord of Death, a stark reminder of the impermanence of all things.
Little River, Great Smoky Mountains, Tennessee. Out of a lifting mist the water comes down, flanked and studded with perfect greens. It is pulled on a gradual gradient, and leaves a trail with each step, dragging a memory backward. The life of it's flow should be beautiful, but I find it a little cold, a little remote. Looking at the boulders, strewn and fallen in the flow, I think of my journey downriver. They are like pieces of me, broken off with each disappointment, each betrayal along the way. They stand like lessons learned, remnants of selflessness meets selfishness...bad decisions and weakness. They stand as a lesson to make myself harder, even if I don't want to be, because what is true in nature is not always true in me. But being true litters the streambed, back as far as I can see. If each had a name, they would stand as virtues lost, lessons learned. The perfect greens belie a bittersweet place; I'll leave it's beauty for another time.
"You spend your whole life just to remember the sound
When the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down
Call it survival, call it the freedom of will
Where breath is our own, our compass needle standing still"
I got a headache after this.
Had to post an alternative version of my "Daddy Lessons" picture as I really liked the colours (and felt like it deserved a close-up shot).
Unliked Blue-capped Motmot, has a black cap (much like Wilson's Warbler). Seen on a non-birding trip. El Silencio Lodge & Spa. Bajos del Toro. CR.
A bison mom seems to be giving her son a gentle early headbutt lesson. There will be nothing gentle about headbutts when he becomes a mature bull. We enjoyed this tender moment in Custer State Park, South Dakota.
This Motmot spent some time hunting off this little perch. There was an admiring audience of birders. It was so tame I was half tempted to try to remove the grass from its head :)
"Don't be afraid to take an unfamiliar path, sometimes they're the ones that take you to the best places. "
Happy Fence Friday!
My grandson, Wyatt loves music and is interested in learning to play for real someday. He’s about 21/2-3 yrs. old. He’s picked up the guitar to play, my Native American Flutes and lately the keyboard. The best I can do is encourage him to play whatever he wants. He’ll at times wear my headphones and hum along to whatever is playing at time. He’s a delight. Gratitude and Kindness play a role in our relationship.
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Large motmot of tropical lowland forest and edge, mainly in humid areas. Perches low to high, usually in shady areas. Blue crown with a big black central patch, unlike solid blue of Blue-capped Motmot, which occurs to the north. Plumage overall less contrasting in pattern than Turquoise-browed Motmot, with much smaller tail rackets. The name ‘motmot’ comes from double-hooting call of this species, which can sound like an owl, and is mainly uttered around dawn.
San Ramon, Alajuela Province, Costa Rica
Unliked Blue-capped Motmot, has a black cap (much like Wilson's Warbler). Seen on a non-birding trip. El Silencio Lodge & Spa. Bajos del Toro. CR.