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Mala Mala Game Reserve
Near Kruger National Park
South Africa
Happy Caturday!!
The leopard (Panthera pardus) is one of the five species in the genus Panthera, a member of the Felidae. The leopard occurs in a wide range in sub-Saharan Africa and parts of Asia and is listed as Vulnerable on the IUCN Red List because leopard populations are threatened by habitat loss and fragmentation and are declining in large parts of the global range.
Contemporary records suggest that the leopard occurs in only 25% of its historical global range. Leopards are hunted illegally, and their body parts are smuggled in the wildlife trade for medicinal practices and decoration.
Compared to other wild cats, the leopard has relatively short legs and a long body with a large skull. It is similar in appearance to the jaguar, but generally has a smaller, lighter physique. Its fur is marked with rosettes similar to those of the jaguar, but the leopard's rosettes are smaller and more densely packed, and do not usually have central spots as the jaguar's do. Both leopards and jaguars that are melanistic are known as black panthers.
The leopard is distinguished by its well-camouflaged fur, opportunistic hunting behaviour, broad diet, and strength (which it uses to move heavy carcasses into trees), as well as its ability to adapt to various habitats ranging from rainforest to steppe, including arid and montane areas, and its ability to run at speeds of up to 58 kilometres per hour (36 mph)- Wikipedia
I've been taking a little bit of a break due to the sudden loss of my grandfather earlier this month. I wanted to create a photo to portray my emotions at this time. His funeral is coming up and I've just spent time thinking about what I'm doing with my real life, things I still want to accomplish, and the goals that I've made for myself. Thank you to everyone who has been understanding during my time away. I'll be returning to secondlife soon - Danielle
Prized as a medieval banquet dish. Decimated by hunting - plus the loss of its reed bed habitat - The Bittern became extinct in the UK in 1886
Our ancestors were such a caring bunch!
But it's back., and hearteningly (with the help of contemporary humans) numbers are rising!
Hopefully another 'wrong' put 'right'
Despite being tightly strapped down to the ground, this small aircraft didn't fare nearly as well as the seagulls during the storm! I think it was a total loss and I saw it being disassembled today.
♪ Enchant - At death´s door - live Groß-Umstadt 1997 ♪
I run my desperate trembling hands
Along the floor were you once walked
Fighting tears that come from loss
I brave the rooms where we once talked
You took a part of me I never can reclaim
Your spirit's in my heart
But you know it's not the same
Straining to beat this blur of tears
Swollen eyes beg for my dead friend
Reminiscing with a photograph
Drives home (that) what was won't be again
I will to guarantee my reason will prevail
Pain breeds the need for make believe
To soothe a heart that's fail
Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
As surely as day turns into night
I drop down to my knees and plead with the sky
Of course it does no good
But i'll give anything a try
Gazing, thinking, standing on a cliff
That guards the blue-green of the sea
I accept the blueprint of the world, that
All must pass away that's come to be
You meant so much to me
That's why there's all this pain
So much improved from our exchange
It will never be same
Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
As surely as day turns into night
Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
We all suffer loss...
As surely day changes into night
I believe this is the "Chalcedon" Variable Checkerspot Butterfly. It took me awhile to ID it. It seems that, like other species, this butterfly suffers from loss of habitat. It feeds on the Sticky Monkey Flower which were also seen in this area of Figuroa Mountain. Always rewarding to spend some time observing and learning about nature.
Cat lovers often are the kindest and gentlest people. I met this older couple in Brooklyn and this is their cat, Star. There was an older woman who lives with Star who told me she was very concerned because Star is quite old and she had her father and her father was showing the same kinds of behaviors before he passed away.
There's a really strong connection between pet lovers when we talk about loss of a pet. It really is something that almost surpasses what humans are capable of enduring...the suffering we feel when a pet we love and cherishes dies. I could feel the woman I spoke to preparing for this mentally but also having that internal conflict of wanting to enjoy the time she had left without the depression already setting in.
I talked to this human for quite a bit and was told about how Star's father cat was so smart that he used the toilet instead of the litter box and how Star has to have special food and treats. We cat lovers pick up on little nuances particular to each personality and we treasure them as if they are individual gifts (because they are!)
Anyway, I couldn't tell if the man in the photo was the woman's son or partner. I had the impression when I was speaking to her below where the man and Star were standing in this shot that she was the kind of human that appreciated a conversation more than a photograph and it was just nice to have that moment. Sometimes, you have to remind yourself that there are other ways of collecting memories and sometimes words (too many words in this case as I'm rambling) can serve a purpose. I've made a note to revisit the image of her in my mind mentally but, within that image, is not merely a woman but a woman who loves cats and all those felines she's adored who've adored her back.
Have a nice Caturday.
This photo is for Jamie, a friend to all cats in the world. His photostream is here:
www.flickr.com/photos/jamiemck/
**All photos are copyrighted***
I came across this scene today. It fascinated me, but I did not know why. I still don't. It is Spring, and the lost glove points back to Winter. I guess, the scene is talking to me, about expectations and about loss. A lost Spring.
#AdamsPhotoChallenge
The death of any loved parent is an incalculable lasting blow because no-one ever loves you like that again... HATE
“Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.”
Brian Ruckley
This is a shot of a staged scene for a movie(at least that's what a person at the country cemetery where this was located at told me) that we came across many years ago(the base image was actually taken with a disposable camera). It was off the beaten path on our way to visit relatives in Kansas,the location is just a guess,it could have been NE Kansas.On a subsequent trip,it was gone.It wasn't nearly this haunting or surreal in real life,but that's why they call it sliders sunday!
Great Purple Hairstreak on buttonbush with the dreaded Lovebugs! AARRGG!! Hairstreak has had a rough time as indicated by loss of false face. Lovebugs have no natural enemy and when they smash on your car, it you don't get rid of them, the paint will peel. They are found in Florida twice a year. They are called lovebugs because they are usually found in pairs stuck together!
Felici, my "little Maumau", died last Wednesday - this is one of the last pictures I took of her. She was suffering from a severe kidney disease for a long time but with the help of a special medicine and a daily infusion with a physiological salt solution (my veterinarian taught me how to do that) she could lead a quite normal cat life together with her brother Fellini. But all of a sudden she stopped eating about 10 days ago and then her condition got worse and worse very quickly. On her last day she even stopped drinking water and almost couldn't walk.
My sister came up from Vienna and we both accompanied her on her last way, cuddling and caressing her until the vet told us, that her heart had stopped beating.
I've never been a "pet-person" but as my sister got her and Fellini almost 11 years ago, I somehow adopted them immediately. - So, losing her means a real loss to me, although I'm sure we did the right thing.
I'll get her ashes soon and I'll find some places in nature where I will spread it to make her part of the wilderness she never had as a home cat - that's the most comforting thought for me.
Now isolated in a field, a once busy barn site is surrounded by the lifelessness of a springtime crop field. But unlike the field, the barn, silo and small crib have lost their original purpose and will not regain it. After retiring from our life's work one of the more damaging consequences is to mourn the loss of our purpose and not work to establish another for the rest of our days.
Legend has it that Pirene was the most beautiful daughter of the god Tubal, then owner of these lands. She had been named caretaker of the waters and she lived among the immensity of the forests, where she walked and enjoyed nature.
When Hercules was on his way to perform one of her twelve labors, she passed through one of the forests. At the meeting, the two fell in love and loved each other in the warm night. However, Hercules soon forgot his promises of love and decided to continue on his way, abandoning Pirene.
Rumors of the beauty of Tubal's daughter had also reached Gerion, a three-headed monster who lived in Erytheia. Gerion went to meet Pirene and tried to take her, but when she refused, he decided to burn the forest that burned in the flames.
The news reached Hercules, who retraced his steps to help Pirene. But when he arrived it was too late. He only found a lifeless body. Pirene had died in the fire.
Destroyed and sorry for her loss, Hercules decided to bury her among some enormous and beautiful stones, giving rise to the mountain range that would bear her name, the Pyrenees.
Cuenta la leyenda que Pirene era la más hermosa hija del dios Tubal, dueño entonces de estas tierras. Había sido nombrada cuidadora de las aguas y vivía entre la inmensidad de los bosques, donde paseaba y disfrutaba de la naturaleza.
Cuando Hércules se dirigía a efectuar uno de sus doce trabajos, atravesó uno de los bosques. En el encuentro, los dos se enamoraron y se amaron en la noche tibia. Sin embargo, Hércules pronto olvidó sus promesas de amor y decidió continuar su camino, abandonando a Pirene.
Los rumores de la belleza de la hija de Tubal también habían llegado hasta Gerion, un mounstro de tres cabezas que vivía en Eriteia. Gerion fue al encuentro de Pirene e intentó tomarla, pero ante su rechazo, decidió quemar el bosque que ardió entre las llamas.
La noticia llegó a oídos de Hércules, que volvió sobre sus pasos para ayudar a Pirene. Pero cuando llegó ya era demasiado tarde. Solo encontró un cuerpo sin vida. Pirene había muerto en el incendio.
Destrozado y arrepentido por la pérdida, Hércules decidió enterrarla entre unas enormes y hermosas piedras, dando lugar a la cordillera que llevaría su nombre, los Pirineos.
“El arte de vencer se aprende en las derrotas”
“The art of winning is learnt through losses” - Simon Bolivar
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I've always been deeply impacted by the loss of rock stars...not those that have tragically taken their own lives through drugs...but those that have now more frequently begun to show the natural evolution of human mortality. Yesterday a case in point. I reckon it's because they have been friends for what is now a very long time...and in some ways better friends than most in that they have always been there in time of need at the spin of a turntable or the push of a button. And as Led Zeppelin said, "Good times, bad times, you know I've had my share." And we, who Steve Miller called "Children of the Future," growing up in the '60s and '70s took our music seriously. And we have been loyal to it throughout the decades. In our minds, nothing has nor will ever compare.
In recent years, the passing of rock icons through natural causes has brought the somewhat astonishing recognition that the future has arrived...and with it all the annoying symptoms of human frailty and seniority. They are losses of consequence, and, for me, cause for much reflection and thought as to a life lived.
And yet, just a few weeks ago, my Grandson entered the world...and today word that a valued contact named Marilyn was overjoyed at the arrival of a Grandaughter. These of course are the gains some of us are fortunate enough to experience. These remind of the hopes and dreams and expectations that we had for ourselves so many years ago -- some fulfilled, some denied. We now pass these on to others, still perhaps best expressed by another rock icon -- always best in his Jeff Beck and Faces days...;-))) Life, for now, goes on...
At the beginning of an ill fated chase, SIRI crosses the bridge over the WNYP as they head south through Carrollton, New York.
i've been in SL almost 19 years. I've met and lost alot of people. Friends have passed and it always hurts. But this one shattered my whole heart.
***if you think SL is a game then you've already lost. ***
Masque... i will miss you forever. You touched a part of my soul with our friendship for the last 11 years.... I love you.
i will always be your ...Envy Motherfuckin' Watts
Rest easy my friend
When driving around we noticed this Coyote crossing the water body few hundred yards away. With binoculars we found what it was carrying. We kept following it and at some point realized that it is trying to cross the road and go to the other side. I positioned the car such that I can get a better view and hoped that it will cross the road. It did and I took a burst of pictures. This is the first one in the sequence where the tall grass did not obstruct all of the body.
thunder is closing in. i'm drinking wine from my favorite stainless steel wine glass. the word "conductor" comes to mind.
Excited about a series of photos a friend and I are working on...this is a small preview/spoiler. Going to be a hell of a ride!
Meant to capture that moment we've all had when you realize you have to say goodbye.
Our travels together never really got off the ground. Just flights of fancy.. On the Orient Express, through Moroccan markets.. Bathing in faraway volcanic springs.. Anywhere but here.
You were the first and deepest friend I made in these pixelated lands.. And even as we drifted in and out over fourteen years, I missed you the most.
I will take you in my heart to Iceland, darling.. I promise.
For Kou, who was taken from us in summer -
"There are days when you wake up happy;
Again inside the fullness of life,
Until the moment breaks
And you are thrown back
Onto the black tide of loss.
Days when you have your heart back,
You are able to function well
Until in the middle of work or encounter,
Suddenly with no warning,
You are ambushed by grief." -For Grief by John O’Donohue
Cette cathédrale se dresse au 10 Lossi plats, en face du Parlement, dans la Ville haute de Tallinn, la capitale d’Estonie.
Elle est la plus importante et la plus belle cathédrale à coupoles de Tallinn. C’est un chef-d’œuvre architectural dont l’intérieur est richement décoré de mosaïques et d’icônes. Elle a été bâtie par Mikhail Preobrazhenski (de Saint-Pétersbourg), sur la colline Toompea. Construite entre 1895 et 1900, lorsque l’Estonie était une partie de l’empire russe tsariste, la cathédrale avait pour objectif originel d’être un symbole de la domination impériale – à la fois politique et religieuse—sur le territoire Balte de plus en plus insoumis et déloyal. L’église fut dédiée au prince de Novgorod, Alexander Yaroslavich Nevsky, qui a dirigé la célèbre bataille du lac Peïpous (Peipi) le 5 avril 1242, et ainsi stoppé l’avancée vers l’est des croisés Teutons. Depuis le parvis de la cathédrale, on a une belle vue sur Tallinn.
Les origines de Tallinn remontent au 13e siècle, lorsqu'un château fut édifié par les croisés de l'ordre Teutonique. La cité s'est développée pour devenir un poste clé de la Ligue hanséatique et sa prospérité s'est traduite par l'opulence des édifices publics (en particulier ses églises) et l'architecture domestique des maisons de marchands, remarquablement bien préservées malgré les ravages des incendies et des guerres au cours des siècles.
En fait, la vieille ville de la capitale d’Estonie est une citadelle blottie au fond d'un golfe, protégée par des remparts et des tours conservés datant du 13e siècle. La combinaison de la Ville haute perchée sur la colline de calcaire de Toompea et de la Ville basse au pied de celle-ci, avec les nombreux clochers de ses églises, dessine une silhouette singulière qui se voit de loin, depuis la mer comme depuis l’intérieur des terres. Elle abrite ainsi de nombreux vestiges de l'époque médiévale et hanséatique et des bâtiments à la façade pastel de style baroque, Renaissance et classique. Le centre historique (vieille ville) de Tallinn est classé au Patrimoine de L'UNESCO depuis 1997 (WHL- 822bis).
L’Estonie est généralement regroupé avec la Lettonie et la Lituanie dans un ensemble géopolitique appelé pays baltes dont il est le plus petit. L'Estonie est une démocratie parlementaire depuis le rétablissement de l'indépendance en 1991. Elle fait partie de l’Union européenne depuis le 1er mai 2004 et a intégré la zone euro le 1er janvier 2011. Elle est membre de l’OTAN depuis le 29 mars 2004. Le pays a connu diverses dominations au cours de son histoire dont celle des Allemands (époque Hanséatique), des Suédois au 17e siècle, des Russes au 18e siècle, de l'Allemagne nazie puis l'intégration à l'URSS après la 2e guerre mondiale.
Not long to go until we celebrate 🍁 Polaroid Week. We’re looking forward to seeing all your instant film images. So whether you shoot Polaroid or Instax, Integral or Pack Film or even Large format. As long as it’s instant film we want to see it.
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Have fun, keep clicking and hope to see you on the 24th!
forgotten people, loss of parents, parents separated from their children, widows, and against in-law problems and against the death of parents.
Does that sound strange? Well, let me tell you, it was indeed a strange sight to encounter. In this field, there were scores of dead grasshoppers clinging to these slender stalks. I was simply amazed. When I saw this pair, it really struck a chord. For some reason, it made me think of lost love. You know, losing a lover, the loss of a friendship, the loss of self-love. I'm sure that you catch my drift. Anyway, I found this to be very sad and yet comforting at the same time. After all, they died in each other's arms.
Visiting Loss by Senna Coronet @Berg by Nordan Art - From July through September 2017
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"This show is dedicated to my good friend Amona Savira, who left us earlier this year quite unexpectedly. Her passing was an absolute shock to me but sadly it was just one of a few losses I suffered this year. When Kate asked me to fill in this show slot that had been intended for Amona, I was happy to try and do it justice, even though other pressures didn't seem to want me to complete it. I think what I experienced this year with all the events in my life, is that regardless of how tragic and harsh things can be, you cannot let things consume you and paralyze you. Suffering, remorse, sadness are all healthy emotions but they must not take over your life. Keeping things in perspective and getting back to the business of living your life can be hard but must be a priority. It's hard and you can get lost. I know because I did get lost a bit this year. I know you all have experienced these things your self, this shoot was a bit of therapy for me. Thanks, Dr. Kate!"
Senna Coronet.