On a bright morning I was greeted warm

By a host of flowers of the self same hue

Smiling disarmingly from an orchid wild

With their white petals washed in dew

Amid the vernal green, they shone radiant

Like scattered stars bursting the seams of the sky

Airily they poised on their delicate stems

Waving at me from their stations high

Scattered here n’ there, not in neat array

They verily had an unusual charm.

Chanting in chorus, songs of lilting tunes,

They put my weary heart into a state of calm.

I’m excited to find Black-headed Grosbeaks back in my garden this spring. The first two arrived yesterday, and two more came in today. The don’t seem to get along with the Bluebirds that frequent my yard this time of year, so there is lots of bird action to watch : )

Black-headed Grosbeaks are hefty songbirds with very large bills that are conical and thick at the base. They have large heads and short, thick necks. A short tail imparts a compact, chunky look.

Breeding males are rich orange-cinnamon with a black head and black-and-white wings. Females and immature males are brown above with warm orange or buff on the breast, and some have streaks on the sides of the breast. All have grayish bills. In flight, they flash bright yellow under the wings.

Often hidden as they hop about in dense foliage gleaning insects and seeds, Black-headed Grosbeaks feed readily on sunflower seeds at feeders. Males sing in a rich, whistled lilt from treetops in spring and summer. The short, squeaky chip note is distinctive and can be a good way to find these birds.

- Cornell Lab of Ornithology

(Nikon, 500mm, 1/1000 @ f/5.6, ISO 1250)

2: 10 Train - Rising Sons / Rising Sons Featuring Taj Mahal and Ry Cooder (recorded 1965–1966) / (published 1992)

Mystery Train - The Neville Brothers / Brother's Keeper (1990). Original song Junior Parker (1953)

Slow Train - Kevin Morby / Harlem River (2013)

Runaway Train - Brandon Boyd / The Wild Trapeze (2010)

Thorbjørn Risager & The Black Tornado - Train / Change My Game (2017)

The Gospel Train - Alabama 3 / Outlaw (2005)

.....

(...)

Had a talk with my old man

Said, "Help me understand"

He said "Turn 68, oh, you'll re-negotiate"

"Don't stop this train"

Don't for a minute change the place you're in

And don't think I couldn't ever understand

I tried my hand

John, honestly we'll never stop this train"

Cause now I see, I'm never gonna stop this train

Never gonna stop this train.

Stop This Train - John Mayer / Where The Light Is (Live in Los Angeles), Cd 1 / (2008)

.....

I have always lived in houses, which were very close to the sea and also very close there was a railway line. I have always liked to see a train pass or hear its sound. When I was little and left school, we would go to the railways, close to home, to throw stones at the freight wagons of the freight trains that came down and brought salt from the Súria and Cardona mines, to be loaded onto ships in the port of Barcelona. In addition to throwing stones at it, we counted the number of wagons the locomotive was carrying. Possibly, this train loaded with salt, its schedule was around 1 noon and not at 2:10, like the song written by Albertano and sung with that special voice by Taj Mahal, whom I consider the best bluesman, with permission from B.B. King.

We spend a part of our childhood on the railroad tracks, between abandoned wagons and freight trains. And the port and the sea in summer. Unforgettable days.

There was a day, when several locomotives united, transported many wagons. We count more than a hundred. They seem like a lot to me, but the mind of a child, when he is a child, is a little messy. They talk and think in such a way that it seems they are a little crazy. But they are not. I don't know if it was really more than a hundred wagons that we counted. Possibly we miscounted. But that day... that day was a truly unforgettable "orgy" of stone throwing.

On this railway line, some people died who did not hear the locomotive arrive. And even some person committed suicide, stretched out on the tracks while the railroad came at full speed, without the possibility of stopping. While i'm listening to "Mystery Train" by The Neville Brothers, with this lilting rhythm, imitating the sound of a railway, I remember the kind locomotive driver, who when he saw us, he would sound the train's horn, say hello to us and reduce the speed of the locomotive, so that we had more time to throw stones. We were not hooligans. We were just... children playing .

Never let a train get away from you. And much less, those trains that suddenly appear and cross our lives. Get on all the trains you find, even if they are mysterious... because life is a mystery train, you never know where it will take you.

.....

Cause now I see, I'm never gonna stop this train

Never gonna stop this train.

Well I woke up this morning and the sun refused to shine.

Til I hear the 2:10 train.

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bearded iris, 'Lilting', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

Each landscape has a language of its own

rooted in time, evolved from a bedrock

lexicon lying deep beneath the surface

but overlaid with the lilts and accents,

the gestures and expressions of the sky

and sea, the twisting rivers which shape

the rugged highlands, lowlands, distant plains.

A part of the beautiful poem called

'The language of landscape' by Skyoak .

Taken at RockMead

Location: Jumis Studio

Sitting Paragon: Sparrow

Capture: Firestorm

Editing & Post Processing: Gimp

Background by "TT"

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The Fairies Dancing

~Walter De la Mare~

I heard along the early hills,

Ere yet the lark was risen up,

Ere yet the dawn with firelight fills

The night-dew of the bramble-cup,

I heard the fairies in a ring

Sing as they tripped a lilting round

Soft as the moon on wavering wing.

The starlight shook as if with sound,

As if with echoing, and the stars

Prankt their bright eyes with trembling gleams

While red with war the gusty Mars

Rained upon earth his ruddy beams.

He shone alone, low down the West,

While I, behind a hawthorn-bush,

Watched on the fairies flaxen-tressed

The fires of the morning flush.

Till, as a mist, their beauty died,

Their singing shrill and fainter grew;

And daylight tremulous and wide

Flooded the moorland through and through;

Till Urdon’s copper weathercock

Was reared in golden flame afar,

And dim from moonlit dreams awoke

The towers and groves of Arroar.

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Invermoriston Falls, Scotland

Once upon a time...

...on a rainy day in Scotland, a girl arrived in the small village of Invermoriston. Upon stepping out of her carriage, and after dodging a few puddles and patches of mud, she entered an enchanted forest. In this magical woodland, the clouds had vanished and the sun was shining, dappling the leaf-carpeted path with rays of light, and illuminating the moss-covered rocks and tree roots in vibrant shades of green. She could feel the magic in the air as she strolled along, listening to the forest speak through the sounds of birds and rustling trees, and her heart was filled with delight.

After some uncounted minutes of walking, the sound of the river became audible, adding another element to the layers of enchantment. The gentle rushing became louder with each step forward, signaling that the place she sought was near. As with many waterfalls, she could hear its voice well before she could see its presence, and the blithesome, lilting tones beckoned her onward.

Soon, around a small bend in the trail, the falls appeared, flowing with carefree abandon as they carved their way through the surrounding rocks, singing a song of joy. A joy that danced and sparkled with light and life, and illuminated the dark places with a radiant golden glow.

She stood, entranced, as the beautiful song flowed through and around her, weaving a spell from gossamer notes and diaphanous dreams. Suddenly she felt cloaked in an incredible sense of lightness, as though her mind and soul had taken flight to join that joyful chorus.

And some time later as she returned whence she came, she did not walk, but flew on shimmering fairy wings.

~The End

Location: Wonderland & Blade Runner Sim

SLURL: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cloud%20Lake/117/160/3026

Model: FantaC Nymph

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The Fairies Dancing

-Walter De La Mare-

I heard along the early hills,

Ere yet the lark was risen up,

Ere yet the dawn with firelight fills

The night-dew of the bramble-cup,—

I heard the fairies in a ring

Sing as they tripped a lilting round

Soft as the moon on wavering wing.

The starlight shook as if with sound,

As if with echoing, and the stars

Prankt their bright eyes with trembling gleams

While red with war the gusty Mars

Rained upon earth his ruddy beams.

He shone alone, low down the West,

While I, behind a hawthorn-bush,

Watched on the fairies flaxen-tressed

The fires of the morning flush.

Till, as a mist, their beauty died,

Their singing shrill and fainter grew;

And daylight tremulous and wide

Flooded the moorland through and through;

Till Urdon’s copper weathercock

Was reared in golden flame afar,

And dim from moonlit dreams awoke

The towers and groves of Arroar.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I got to do a fun collab with Lilt the other day, and here is my take on it! Pretty sure theirs is gonna turn out like way more fantastic, though.

Either way, you can check out some of the old and new Aii gacha sets, including the most recent one she's showing off available now at Fantasy Gacha Carnival!

Taken over at District 18!

Also! Definitely check out Lilt's version right here! She might think I'm cooler than I am. I told you it was bound to happen. Heeeeeeh.<3

Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXbQw8TqvJM

Credits: Check out my blog!

Explore!!!

Thanks Lil' T for the idea! I think it really turned out beautiful! I hope you all have a great afternoon!

Hugs,

Kim

she flicked ash to the ground.

"wanna go out with us tonight?" she asked. a spindle of smoke lilted into the air from her warm breath meeting the chilly air.

"sure." came a response.

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The common mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos) is a superb songbird and mimic. Its own song has a pleasant lilting sound and is, at times, both varied and repetitive. Often, the mockingbird sings all night long, especially under bright springtime moonlight.

Mockingbirds are usually about ten inches in length, with a fifteen-inch wingspan, grayish upper portions, white undersides, and white patches on the tail and wings. The female has slightly less whiteness in its feathers than the male.

The mockingbird is helpful to humans because it usually feeds on insects and weed seeds. In the summer and fall, it also eats ripe berries.

The nest, a joint project of the male and female mockingbird, is a bulky, open cup of grass, twigs, and rootlets carelessly arranged in a dense tree or bush. The three to six eggs per nest are a pale blue-green with brown spots. This year-round Florida resident is known for its fierce defense of the family nest.

Senate Concurrent Resolution No. 3 of the 1927 legislative session designated the mockingbird as the state bird. Not only a Florida favorite, it is also the state bird of Arkansas, Mississippi, Tennessee, and Texas.

Found this one along Joe Overstreet Road in Osceola County, Florida.

"Quest'anno le campagne di prevenzione contro il tumore al seno sono più importante degli altri anni. Ora è il momento di recuperare screening e controlli rinviati a causa della pandemia. Le risorse ci sono".

Così il ministro della Salute Roberto Speranza alla conferenza stampa di presentazione della "LILT for Women - Campagna Nastro Rosa 2020" per la diffusione della cultura della prevenzione e della lotta al carcinoma mammario.

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Rock, Lilt, and I are starting a series of looks to round out a whole collection of looks we are working on together! (for their credits please visit their flickr accounts)

This image is the 2nd image in this series. Stay tuned next weekend for the second looks!

My credit Left:

`M.BIRDIE / I Luv Julie! . Top2 Maitreya

.Olive. the Spice Hair // Streaks

KITJA - Maja Pants & BumBag BLACK (Maitreya)

Semller Canvas Hi Tops BLACK Maitreya

FAKEICON / basal socks / maitreya

There was something about the swagger of this tree that caught my attention, limbs everywhere and a drunken happy lilt to its stance. Taken in Whiteleaf, Buckinghamshire

Rock, Lilt, and I are starting a series of looks to round out a whole collection of looks we are working on together!

This image starts our first series, and although we are working on cohesiveness, I am ALREADY excited about how adorable we look together! Stay tuned next weekend for the second looks!

My credit Left:

KITJA - Elena Jeans STONE

*COCO*_SheerPuffSleeveCropTop_White

Pachielli - Buffalos Sneakers [wear] - Lara

taketomi - CLIQUE001 - LightBlondes (hair)

HAPPY WEDNESDAY WINE, MY FRIENDS....

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Rock, Lilt, and I are starting a series of looks to round out a whole collection of looks we are working on together! (for their credits please visit their flickr accounts)

This image is the 4rd image in this series. Stay tuned next weekend for the second looks!

Left Credits:

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tram F928 hair

Mikunch Frill Salopette A (Inner-T) RARE

Pachielli - Buffalos Sneakers Lara

uh-oh: Mary Jane Striped Knee Socks 2019

WeArH0uSE [bag of d**ks] Racer/2versions

"we need one of these at the house!" she said, happiness lilting from her voice like bells.

they spent the day sleeping before their host invited them out to feed the ducks. at the pond there was a tire swing which she couldn't resist playing on.

"didn't take you for a tire swing kind of girl" said her boyfriend, making his observation even more pronounced when he stroked his beard.

she smiled at him then, a light twinkling in her eye and a wiggling of her brows, "i bet there's so many things we can do with it." her tiny frame swayed back and forth, arms synched close to increase her inertia, pony tail counteracting it by flying in the wind.

"ah. yes. we need to get a tire swing," he agreed.

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A Red-eyed Vireo sings its lilting phrases (often interpreted as in the title) from a relatively low branch in Tower Grove Park, St Louis Missouri.

Luminous Solitude

Illuminated

is my solitude

with songs, poems and paintings.

Dances

with me

every raga of my music

and

introduces me

to lilting angels of their world.

Flows

in the nerves of my heart

soft poems

which

tickle its every corner

with a fragrance

that leaves

even most distressing moments

its saccharine aroma.

Brings to me

their innocent emotions

my paintings

and

keep accosting me

even days after

my return

from the labyrinths

of their

undulating and wavy lines.

Pramod Khilery

“Why do we fall?

Why must we flow?”,

I asked.

She said,

in her lilting chortle’s stead

“I know. Yeah, I know.”

PS: If four of your minutes need killing, here is an account of the unusual hike to this waterfall.

Kodak Ektar 100 f/32 1s Lr B+W conversion

Named for the flooding rains that affect Rio de Janeiro in March, a lovely lilting melody of falling tones recalling the falling rain and rushing water, a profound collage of images of floods and life and loss. Have been whistling it all week as the floodwater rises around our homes in Queensland.

Águas de Março

Antônio Carlos Brasileiro de Almeida Jobim (25 January 1927 – 8 December 1994)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MNknFy2gdQ

a stick, a stone

it's the end of the road

it's the rest of the stump

it's a little alone

it's a sliver of glass

it is life, it's the sun

it is night, it is death

it's a trap, it's a gun

the oak when it blooms

a fox in the brush

the knot of the wood

the song of the thrush

the word of the wind

the cliff, a fall

a scratch, a lump

it is nothing at all

it's the wind blowing free

it's the end of a slope

it's a beam, it's a void

it's a hunch, it's a hope

and the riverbank sings

of the waters of march

it's the end of the strain

it's the joy in your heart

No new photos to show lately... so I looked through the archives and came up with this lovely capture of Mister Chirpy (aka House Finch) enjoying some sunshine.. in April 2021.

We call them all 'Mister Chirpys' because they have such a beautiful lilting song.....

The Kookaburra

"I am cursed with a cackle whenever I tackle

A soulful and lilting refrain;

But a frivolous snicker, like some fool in liquor,

Is not what I seek to attain.

For I have, on the whole, quite a musical soul

Which I seek to express as I may.

And it’s simply absurd to suppose that a bird,

Such as I, makes a laugh of his lay.

In early October I’m specially sober

And loaded with household affairs;

And myself and my wife lead no trivial life

That inclines us to laugh at our cares,

So, if you should suppose that our song is jocose,

You’re entitled of course, to your views,

But to us, her and me, it’s a sweet symphony

And inspired by our mutual muse.

When I soulfully sing in the bourgeoning spring

With true poetry bursting my heart,

It is hard if I seem to express in my theme

Some coarse phase of the comical art.

And yet, what’s the good? Since I’m misunderstood

I’m content to submit to the wrong.

And tho’ “Ock, ock, oo, hoo” may seem funny to you,

’Tis to me a delectable song" by C.J. Denis 1935.

The laugh of the Kookaburra is one of the magic sounds of the Australian bush.

A flower. Of some sort.

I'd love to say it was an osteospermum because that has a certain attractive lilt to it but I'm not sure it is.

It was captured while investigating someone else's garden in September. The image was a bit of a challenge to process - pollen everywhere!

For the Friday Flora group.

Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image :)

Her lilting voice brought with it the promise of such sweet things as it mingled with the sound of the waves crashing against the old ship's hull. On the deck stood a weather worn and haggard looking sailor, staring down into the deep blue of the water below. Her voice was enchanting...enthralling even, and he couldn't resist leaning further over the deck rail to try and make out the source of the haunting voice. The ship suddenly rolled sharply as a particularly large wave made it's assault on the ship, and the sailor slipped, falling...without making so much as a sound of surprise, so focused was he on that voice. Blinking, he suddenly took heed of the reality of his situation as he peered upward now, straining to make out the ever receding light as a stream of bubbles danced in it on their way to the surface. He sank deeper still, aware of his dire circumstances, yet not trying to swim upward. Instead he kept scanning the now murky blue-black water. It was then that a flash of white passed before his eyes. He wasn't sure what he'd seen at first...not until a pale white hand encircled his wrist, a pale face and gleaming azure eyes emerging from the dark soon afterward to hover just inches from his own face. Her voice had been beautiful, but she was infinitely more beautiful still. That was the thought he'd had the moment before she bared teeth more like those of a shark than a woman and unceremoniously darted into the depths, the seemingly effortless...remarkably powerful propulsion of her tail as it flashed in the dwindling light was the last thing he saw before his end.

Featured:

/Vae Victis\ - "Veritas" - BOM Cultist Tattoos (boxed)

Coming to the Warehouse Sale Aug. 23,nd then at the mainstore afterwards . BOM head tattoos and tears, compatible with both SLUV and EvoX. Copy/Mod, no materials. thewarehousesale.net/

/Vae Victis\ - "Veritas" - BOM Cultist Wrist Cuffs (boxed)

Free gift Coming to the Warehouse Sale Aug, 23, and then at the mainstore as a group gift afterwards. BOM wrist cuffs. Copy/Mod, no materials. thewarehousesale.net/

Also worn:

/Vae Victis\ - "Sanguis" - Hemophage BOM Collar (boxed)

Available at the mainstore

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Corvus : Paulina Skin Lel EvoX -Zombie

::Static:: Corruption Makeup {Blue} [ADD]

Sunniva . Mermaid Body Scales

Sunniva . Mermaid Eyeshadow

THIS IS WRONG Mermaid shine 3D - Maitreya

Tableau Vivant \\ Seelie and Unseelie hair - Colors RARE

Cynefin ~ Nemissa Base Set {LARA} 1.1

Zen Child Designs - Ostara Mermaid Tail Mod for Nemissa [ADD]

:Moon amore: Liquid Soul / Tales of the Se For Maitreya (25pcs)

Kaotic Kreations - Lil Bubbles (unpacked)

.euphoric ~Anabelle Eyes Applier ~[LeLutka&BOM] #5B

Clover - Piercer jaw (add me)

[FORMANAILS] NAILS for Maitreya - BONETA

Belle Epoque { Ocean's Daughter } Blue Set Top

EVERMORE. [ siren - carving ] - OMEGA + BoM - wear me

Created for k-play's Tag-n-Jump challenge from Innac's source image and my photo of some neighborhood lilies.

A rainy morning at Glasserton woods. Only the alarm calls of blackbirds, the bark of roe deer and the lilting song of robins break the silence.

Rock, Lilt, and I are starting a series of looks to round out a whole collection of looks we are working on together! (for their credits please visit their flickr accounts)

This image is the 3rd image in this series. Stay tuned next weekend for the second looks!

Left Credits:

#taketomiWEST - Hanna Hair

evani. Polly ribbed dress / nude / maitreya

Pachielli - Buffalos Sneakers Lara

::c.A.:: Core [socks] *5 colors*

Done Wiv A Twist

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Phipps Conservatory,Pittsburgh

Iris blooming at my home, Yakima County, Washington. IMG_5502

Stock camera app style Lilt on the main module

Many thanks for your visits, faves and comments. Cheers.

Grey Butcherbird

Cracticus torquatus

With its tuneful, lilting song, the Grey Butcherbird may not seem to be a particularly intimidating species. However, with its strong, hooked beak and its fierce stare, the Grey Butcherbird is not a bird to be messed with. Butcherbirds get their name from their habit of hanging captured prey on a hook or in a tree fork, or crevice.

Alternative names: Australian, Collared, Grey-backed, Silver-backed, Silvery-backed, Southern, Tasmanian or White-winged Butcherbird, Collared Crow-shrike, Clouded or Grey Shrike, Jackass, Whistling Dick, Durbaner, Coolady, Coolidie or Koolide

Identification: The adult Grey Butcherbird has a black crown and face and a grey back, with a thin white collar. The wings are grey, with large areas of white and the underparts are white. The grey and black bill is large, with a small hook at the tip of the upper bill. The eye is dark brown and the legs and feet are dark grey. Both sexes are similar in plumage, but the females are slightly smaller than the males. Young Grey Butcherbirds resemble adults but have black areas replaced with olive brown and a buff wash on the white areas. The bill is completely dark grey and often lacks an obvious hook. They are sometimes mistaken for small kingfishers. Their average size is 27cm and their average weight is 100 grams.

Songs and Calls: The song is a rich piping with some mimicry and harsher notes. Bird call recorded by Fred Van Gessel

Location: Grey Butcherbirds range from northern Queensland, through southern Australia, including Tasmania, and to the Pilbara in Western Australia.

Habitat: Urban, Forest, Woodland, Coastal, Rainforest, Heathland

Grey Butcherbirds are found in a range of wooded habitats, including suburban areas. In inland areas they favour denser woodlands

Behaviour: Butcherbirds get their name from their habit of hanging captured prey on a hook or in a tree fork, or crevice. This âlarderâ is used to support the victim while it is being eaten, to store several victims or to attract mates. When a nest or newly fledged chick is around, if you venture too close, a butcherbird will swoop by flying straight at your face, sometimes striking with enough force to draw blood, and each swoop is accompanied by a loud, maniacal cackle. Despite this, their song is a rich piping with some mimicry and harsher notes.

Feeding: Grey Butcherbirds are predators. They prey on small animals, including birds, lizards and insects, as well as some fruits and seeds. Uneaten food may be stored in the fork or a branch or impaled. Grey Butcherbirds sit on an open perch searching for prey which, once sighted, they pounce on. Most mobile prey is caught on the ground, though small birds and insects may be caught in flight. Feeding normally takes place alone, in pairs or in small family groups.

Breeding: The Grey Butcherbirdâs nest is bowl-shaped, and is made of sticks and twigs, lined with grasses and other soft fibres. It is normally located within 10m off the ground. Clutch size is 3 to 5 eggs. The eggs are incubated by the female (25 days) and the young birds are fed by both parents. The nestling period is 28 days. The young birds will remain in the breeding territory for about a year, and help the parents raise the young of the following season. Breeding season is July to January.

(Source: birdlife.org.au/bird-profiles/grey-butcherbird/?srsltid=A...)

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All rights reserved.

This image may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic, mechanical, photocopying and recording without my written consent.

" Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

About he lilting house and happy as the grass was green..."

(Fern Hill, a poem by Dylan Thomas)

Location: Carrowmore

Flowers blooming in my flower garden, Yakima County, Washington. 1970, Gibson

Acording to the American Iris Society: 'Kilt Lilt' (James Gibson, R. 1969). Seedling# 29-4A. TB, height 40" (102 cm), Early to midseason bloom. Standards blend of gold and brown; falls brown-maroon on white ground; ruffled and laced. Seedling# 1-2 PLD X 'Golden Filigree'. Cooley's 1970. High Commendation 1968; Honorable Mention 1971; Award of Merit 1973; American Dykes Medal 1976. IMG_5561

Zeiss Pancolar 1.8/50 at F2 or so. I am still searching for the right words as you can see.

She was like a wisp of laughter, Her hair shimmered with threads of starlight, framing a face far too young to be trusted—yet impossible not to. She smiled, and the night seemed to lean closer.

In her hand, a small glass bottle swayed lazily, its contents glimmering with shifting colors that danced like trapped auroras. “A taste?” she whispered, voice lilting with mischief. “Just a drop… or perhaps a little more?”

Read more and Credits . . .

A sunrise lilt sky across the lake creating silhouettes for a steel plant in Gary, IN.

art

Western Meadowlark is a species renowned for its lilting song, and the birds conduct their performances from a wide variety of perches — in this instance, a haybale. That choice is certainly appropriate for its preferred habitat of open fields. [Though mowing of agricultural areas can destroy nests.] This sighting was in southern Alberta, Canada.

Obvious hood and known for its signature, lilting song. Stinchfield Woods.

The stepping stones across the Shimna River in Tollymore Forest in County Down. Fresh green leaves with lilting birdsong and the steady rumble of water over rocks - what a delightful place to be!

My previous photo was from the other side of the stepping stones.

In Explore June 9, 2025.

Poem.

Oh, valley of valleys.

This wondrous place.

Why will you never leave my mind’s-eye?

Because you are so beautiful, so, so special.

This sanctuary for wildlife-red stag, wildcat and golden eagle.

This mystical land of hillside, waterfall, rock and flood.

This proud land of high peaks, proud trees and sweeping slopes.

This embroidered, colourful tapestry of a land

with hardy heather, juniper, wild rose, rowan and bog-myrtle.

This beautiful land of jewelled lochs, rivers, salmon and trout.

This pure land of clean air, lilting breeze and bird-song.

You are so special, you are Holy, spiritual.

You lift my eyes, my heart, my hope and my spirit.

Others must share you, as you are, a million years from now!!!

A pair of trumpeter swans launch out to find their own lilt pond to raise the family.