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Speaking of coincidences! For a diversion from the rain early this morning I was reading some Plutarch (46-120 CE), great biographer of famous Greeks and Romans, and by chance I'd opened my internet page at the life of Fabius Cunctator, twice dictator of Rome and consul five times (c.290-203 BCE).
Fabius was a hero of the Roman War with Carthage and it's from that war that his epithet 'Cunctator', Lingerer, derives. Recognising the military superiority of Hannibal's Carthaginian forces, Fabius instructed his army not to meet them head-on in battle but to linger or straggle behind and beside and to pick their enemies off in guerrilla-type attacks. First that epithet was used as a term of derision, but his fellow citizens soon understood the cleverness of Fabius's strategy.
Whatever... I went out in the rain anyway to seek some solace in the Butterfly House of the Zoo. There my eyes lit on this colorful Tiger Leafwing, Consul fabius. Usually rather actively fluttering about, our Brushfoot today was lingering haggardly on its leaf. Butterflies have no natural enemies in this Greenhouse, so I think the wear and tear of its lower wings especially on the left are due to its age not the evidence of battles survived.
"Rising like the smoke
You linger on me
You got me so high
I can finally breathe
You're walking poetry,
It's what you do to me
It's what you do to me
Touch me with no hands
Hold me with your eyes
Unwind me with your mind tonight
Speak with no words
Show me and I'm all yours"
Fades from sight, the wilted flowers color's gone,
it's fragrance lingers on.
-Zeami Motokiyo
My entry for the Monthly Scavenger Hunt category "Droopy".
[no point in fighting with a statue, it just lingers]]
I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,
It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.
Taken at Sky Fallen
It looks like autumn is slowly disappearing in France, year after year. While I remember having clear-cut seasons as a child, we now often have weird blends. For the past few years, summer directly transitioned to winter. We've had very warm Septembers and Octobers and barely any fall foliage, and then abrupt snow. This is a picture from last year, shot in october. Green trees and warm temperatures.
The morning rain still lingers like the memory of your lips as they caressed mine... Sweet sensation that has never left my mind!... the morning rain covers my body like the morning sunshine, you will always be around me and always on my mind!
March came very close to the record month for snowfall in Denver. Here, in Boulder, one sees diminishing evidence of last night's snow as the clouds lift from the Flatirons.
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Wahclella Falls seen in the Columbia River Gorge, Oregon USA
I ambled along the muddy trail in the forest. A humming sound vibrated in the air and transferred to the soil beneath my feet. I felt a tingle that raced up to my mind and urged me to reveal the source of the sound.
It was a tiered waterfall cheerfully rushing down the mountain, roiling and bubbling, boiling and churning. As I got closer, the enchanting symphony amplified into growling and rumbling. The drizzling spray created a filmy mystique surrounding the canyon. A giant liquid ribbon spread out into the scene attuning all my senses to understand there is happiness in this world only if there is freedom.
No more sound lingered in my ears as I walked out the forest. Only the soul-swelling magic followed me all the way home.
Buttermere on a damp morning. The lone tree watches over the lake, waiting for the clouds to break on a special view. For me this is a place full of memories.
In Explore July 12, 2025.
Walking up the hillside trails of the Limahuli Garden and Preserve, the National Tropical Botanical Garden in Kauai, I came upon one of my favorite plants. The brightly colored Croton leaves are large and leathery.
It is a traditional medicinal plant in the region, its leaves and stem bark being used in the form of tea or pills for the treatment of diabetes, high blood cholesterol levels and gastrointestinal disturbances, as well as hepatic disturbances and weight loss.
The day was summer perfection. The flowers at the peak of blossom. Butterflies and bees blissfully flying in and out of the frame. (sadly no unicorns) A background bokeh to die for. Do you ever have those glorious moments you want to last forever?
ᴵ ˢʷᵒʳᵉ, ᴵ ˢʷᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ
ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵒⁿᵉʸ ˢᵒ ᵈⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ
ˢᵒ ʷʰʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ?
ᴵˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʷᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ?
ᵂᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ?
ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ?
ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁱⁿ ˢᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ
ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵒˡ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ
ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳ
ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ˡⁱⁿᵍᵉʳ?
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my patch of cosmos continues to grow and bloom. a lovely burst of color amid autumn's dormancy. happy wednesday, friends! i hope you find a few moments of calm, beauty, and joy.
It's cooler, now, the onset of autumn. The sun becomes more precious as the mornings chill you. Soon, the leaves will change, and fall.
I'm not ready for that. The change used to thrill me. Now I wish all would stand still, and linger.
“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Forest Home Cemetery Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Thank-you to all who take the time to comment on my photos, it is greatly appreciated <3
Though autumn reigns beyond the borders of the Spring Court, here the sun still spills golden and generous across the eternal gardens. The Spring Fae laughs—a sound like wind chimes and birdsong—as the swing carries her higher, her pearl-adorned limbs catching light like morning dew.
She is joy incarnate, painted in glowing sigils that map the seasons across her skin. Each arc of the swing sends flowers blooming in her wake: purple lupines, soft pink cosmos, delicate whites that dance on the breeze she creates. A butterfly, bold in magenta and black, flutters past as if to race her toward the sky.
This is her realm, her sanctuary. While other courts surrender to the turning of time, the Spring Court remains steadfast in its celebration of life. The warmth here is not defiance but gift—a reminder that renewal is not bound to calendar or season, but to the heart's willingness to bloom.
Sunlight weaves through ancient branches, painting the water in golden hues. A quiet moment, wrapped in nature’s embrace. Once a place to wander, now just a memory in light and shade.
You might be wondering why I include music – for me, it simply belongs to the image. I listen while editing, letting it shape the mood and inspire the process.
the place: Bhudda Sim
the music: Ludovico Einaudi - to be Sun
The Cranbrries - Linger
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6Kspj3OO0s
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm)
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm)
(Mm, hm-mm)
If you, if you could return
Don't let it burn, don't let it fade
I'm sure, I'm not being rude
But it's just your attitude
It's tearing me apart
Is ruining everything
I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey, so did you
So why were you holding her hand?
Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time?
Was it just a game to you?
But I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong, I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn't be so confused
And I wouldn't feel so used
But you always really knew
I just wanna be with you
And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger?
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
(Ooh, ah-ah, ah)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh, ah)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
happy to announce our book 'linger' is now printed and at the bookbinder. the release date will be 20 september 2016.
available from any bookshop.
'linger' is a collaboration by krystina stimakovits and myself
63 images, pp 112
size: 275 x 305 mm
text by zsolt bátori phd
publisher:
druckerei & verlag gebr. kopp gmbh & co.kg, cologne
isbn: 978-3-926509-08-6
price will be £47 / 55 euros plus postage.
special offer for our flickr friends:
your pre-order will be a copy signed by the two of us.
If interested, send me or krystina a flickr mail.
Stormy weather rolling in on a partly cloudy day over the spring time mountains can be a breathtaking view. Something you need to stand on the edge of a bluff, cliff, or mountain overlook to see. Watching the clouds rush past, the barest seams between them allowing billowing light to rush down to the world bellow. The thick haze allowing the shafts of light to linger in the air as if illustrated by a talented painter. This is mountain magic, beckoning you to come and stay a while, to look out over the weaving of light.
Aperture: f11
ISO: 125
SS: 1/25th
Focal: 50mm
Fujinon 50-140mm
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