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And then, in the midst of the redevelopment work, enjoying a nap in the peace and quiet of a summer evening on the porch, softly lulled by the chirping of crickets and the murmur of waves in the distance.
Could this be what we call.... serenity restored?
Lucy was out in the pond looking frogs. The egret was sitting in the midst of lower branches of a shrub it remained there for over an hour.
In the midst of the rut, this larger buck is watching one of the does that is in estrus and keeping an eye out for any other bucks. He eventually chased off a small spike horn who was in the same area.
Gasa Valley, Bhutan, 2018.
An atsara (clown) harassing the female spectators at the Gasa tsechu (festival).
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”
― Oscar Wilde
In the midst of the Mermaid Parade in NYC, I saw that this little girl was walking on the beach as if she had just taken a swim....odd because the parade actually started out with pouring rain. In any case, I liked her mood juxtaposed with the other moods around me (flashy and fun celebrators) and the sense of the water spots on my lenses from the rain seemed only to add to it.
Coney Island is a magical place but one can get lost there merely by walking by the ocean in the wet sand....or maybe she was a merchild that was used to these conditions.
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In the midst of my exploring the sim I took this scene photo. The build has lots of potential for great photos and videos. Give it a look!
A little blink of sun today after weeks of continuous rain and our first snow of winter, the Anna's hummingbird displays its beauty
In the midst of the heat wave, my air conditioning unit malfunctioned on me today. Since then, I have been talking to my wife about going to the Pacific coast tomorrow to escape from the heat inland. This place shown here would be my first choice.
Camera: Iphone 5s
My wonderful wife in the midst of some crepuscular rays. Thank you mother nature for this spectacle.
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The times, they sure are a-changin’, Bobby.
Throughout much of the 2020s, the Ontario Northland Railway has been in the midst of a transition era, modernizing its motive power fleet and preparing for the long-awaited return of passenger service with a revamped Northlander.
What began as subtle hints of change have now become impossible to miss: stations like Swastika and Val Gagné unceremoniously demolished, aging signal infrastructure meeting a similar fate, new waiting shelters under construction (I hesitate to call them “stations”), and track and crossing upgrades underway to support passenger speeds of up to 80 MPH.
The locomotive fleet, too, looks a little different these days. The North Bay shops have been busy overhauling ex-Norfolk Southern and KCS units, most of which now wear Ontario Northland’s latest paint scheme after several years of haunting the system in their former owners’ colours. Today, all but one (2124) remain unpainted.
Here in Matheson, Ontario, this era of transition is on full display as Englehart to Cochrane train no. 213 speeds past the 1916-built station under brooding skies, while construction of the new waiting shelter is well underway. The station itself, once slated for demolition, was saved thanks to a passionate group of locals who stepped up to spare it from the wrecking ball. Though a bit rough around its edges, I’m hopeful the new shelter will help draw attention to this historic structure, which continues to serve as a proud symbol of Ontario Northland’s enduring link to the province’s north, from its inception and, hopefully, well into the future.
As for train 213, recently refurbished EMD SD70M 2122 and one of the railway's original SD75Is look sharp leading the charge, as a brief break in the clouds illuminates this transitional scene in Ontario’s north country.
Westerwinkel Castle is located about 1 km west of Herbern in the midst of a vast, designed in the style of an English landscape park landscape, which is now partially destroyed by poor maintenance and the installation of a golf course. It is built as a water system and framed by a multiple, rectangular-based gestagen system. Overall, the nested driveway and the fortified facilities give the impression of a defense system from earlier centuries. West joins the garden island.
Inside the old vegetable garden is a pavilion with two floors in Baroque style, built by Johann Conrad Schlaun and abandoned for years to decay. The now untouched castle garden, which offers a home to numerous native animal and plant species, was created in the last century as an English garden. He has a stock of rare trees, including a 600-year-old linden. After installing the golf course, a very old chestnut alley was felled and replaced by oak trees.
The creation of a second bridge, which seriously disturbs the island character of the outer bailey and probably serves the more convenient access of the golf course visitors to the castle, was also not very memorable. In this context, it should be mentioned, however, that the golf course earns money that can be invested in the preservation of the estate.
Otis is standing in the midst of pieces from Sally's and my collection of china made for restaurants around 1930's - 1960's; we started collecting in the 1980's when pieces could be found in thrift stores for fifteen cents. The beach glass on the window sill brings back fond memories of time on California beaches, and the other shells are from trips to Sanibel Island (Florida).
Of course Otis, himself, and the cat-feeding station behind him, represent what we love most in our home.
In the midst of the gods he holds judgement: how long will you judge unjustly and show partiality to the wicked? Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked. Psalm 82.
Sony A7iii.
In the midst of a major winter storm, riders on the Western Maryland Scenic Railroad really got their moneys worth out of the winter scenery ride. The engine is painted to look like a Western Maryland Railway engine, and can be seen bringing the train back downhill in Mount Savage, MD. One of the few remaining signal bridges from when the Western Maryland used to run trains on this railroad is still standing as a photo prop.
You aren't lost, you're just in an uncomfortable stage of your life where your old self is gone but your new self isn't fully born yet. You're in the midst of transformation. ❤️
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TRUTH Collective Instinct
Imbue. Nora sweater emerald
Erratic Gigi - jeans / darkblue
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"Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me;
You will stretch out Your hand
Against the wrath of my enemies,
And Your right hand will save me.
The Lord will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands."
Psalm 138
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Within the midst of the blue hour lies hidden beauty; an alternative look and feel of Second Beach La Push truly brings to mind both the element of mystery and [long-awaited] bliss to the minds and souls of everyone. On the day this one was captured the crush was slow burning.
Photo captured via Minolta Maxxum AF 28mm F/2.8 Lens. Second Beach. Part of the Quillayute Needles, a consortium of battered islands and sea stacks. Quillayute Needles National Wildlife Refuge. Olympic National Park. Coastal Uplands section within the Coast Range region. Olympic Peninsula. Clallam County, Washington. Late November 2022.
Exposure Time: 1/25 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/5.6 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 5000 K ** Color Grading: Fuji Velvia 50 **
In the midst of cloudy weather, the landscape is only merely illuminated by a small amount of light that can manage to pass through.
One of my older pictures, a picture of a cloudy sunset taken by the beach.
In the midst of war, fear, and such uncertainty, moments like this are so needed, but for many right now they are only a faint dream. Let us remember that there are innocent lives being lost on both sides, thousands displaced from their homes and many without water, food, electricity, medical care, or a safe way out. Let us pray for peace and welcome refugees with open arms showing them the love of Christ as they leave what they knew as their home which has now been ravaged by war. One day we will sit in unity at the shore of a glassy sea where there will be no more war, no more pain, no more sorrow, no more fear, no more suffering, but there will be eternal peace and joy!
The Artemis, a 42-foot metal boat, broke free of its mooring in Provincetown Harbor in the midst of a March 2 nor’easter in 2018 and went aground on the rocks of the town’s West End breakwater. It sat there for months before removal. The owner was charged with littering and for refusing to extract the vessel off the breakwater.
In the midst of autumn decay, there was this fresh plume of Goldenrod, covered with insects desperate for one last taste of sweetness. Or in the Monarch's case, fueling up for the long journey south to Mexico for the winter.
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.”
― H.P. Lovecraft
Taken at the Contraption Team's Fantasy Faire region, Bassett Town. That was the SKY y'all...
Memorable. Amazing. Creepy af.
(Bassett Town Forever)
April 1941. The news in England reports the bombing of London by Hitler's air force and blackouts prevails in the cities. In the midst of the press articles, one piece of news went almost unnoticed: Virginia Woolf had not been heard from for several days. It was later learned that the English novelist ended her life by drowning in the River Ouse.
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She writes this in her farewell letter to her husband:
“Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.”
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Blind is the first part of a three-part installation, “The fifth season”, that questions our tendency to follow a path of self-destruction. It is related to the imminent threat of dramatic consequences for all living species as a result of climate change. It tries to dig deeper into the roots of our denial.
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Blind can be visited at the gallery La Maison d'Aneli
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Milena Carbone's art studio
Novels - art photography - dance performance
In the midst of our session, Carol and I stumbled upon an animal skull. We quite literally stepped right over it as we made our way through a stand of evergreen trees. The stark whiteness of the desiccated bone contrasted vividly with the warm glow of the autumn leaves in the late afternoon sun. It felt like a gift from the universe. The odds of our path crossing the skull amid hundreds of forested acres felt akin to hitting some sort of macabre lottery. We wasted not a moment incorporating the skull into moment. It seemed to me this was the sole reason we were guided to it in the first place. I watched as Carol carefully examined the skull. I was struck by the reverence and solemnity of her look. There was an odd serenity to a scene that could easily have gone in a much harsher direction. I felt like the conduit for this photo more than its creator.
In the midst of the undulating terrain between the Lake district and the Yorkshire Dales there rises abruptly a compact cluster of hills, these are the Howgill fells...In appearance the fells are quite unlike the craggy mountains of Lakeland to the west or the rolling Yorkshire moors to the east: they are particularly distinctive. They are sleek and smooth and have been likened to a huddle of sleeping Elephants. Their soaring and sweeping lines are not interrupted by walls or fences above the intakes, giving a splendid upland expanse of 'Free range' walking.
Work by street artist Wild Drawing entitled "Hope dies last"
- En pleine crise - Désespoir
Œuvre de l'artiste de rue Wild Drawing titré "L'espoir meurt en dernier"
After a rainy day in western Pennsylvania, I caught a glimpse of the mist rising off the trees. So I stopped home, grabbed the gear (and my kid) and went right back out. Glad I did.
We're in the midst of a steamy hot heat wave. (Although the Western part of the US has it far worse than we do here in the Northeast - they're at 125F+ and we're only in the 90s.) But we've also been getting thunder showers every day, so the gardens and everything in them are loving it.
While I'm in the midst of culling and processing images from this year's bear trip, I realized that I only posted 1 image from our 2023 trip to Katmai NP, so I thought I would Sharon now.
This 2 little spring cubs were just the cutest as they engaged in some playful behavior while mom was off fishing for salmon. You know, when I think about it, bear cubs, especially the spring cubs, are so much like our own children. They love to engage with each other through playful antics, which are actually more than playing ... they are learning behavior, hierarchy, etc. It's so interesting to watch them as they roll around, pin each other down, "mouth" around, and yes, take breaks while they're doing it all. LOL
Happy weekend everyone! Make it a good one. :-)
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In the midst of all the Trumpeter swans I found two Tundra swans. You can see the relative size of the Tundra when compared to the larger Trumpeters. What I found particularly lovely was the sound the Tundra's were making. I'm hopeful I can find them again and make a short video with audio to share.
TTP / Lake Ontario
On the 20th anniversary of 9/11, a plane taking off from Montreal's airport in the midst of a beautiful sunset.
Telephoto shot (300mm equivalent).
In the midst of a snow squall, a trio of SOO SD60s finally hustle out of Guelph Jct with 245's freight.
It was a very anxious waiting period for this train as the snow just continued to intensify and the light rapidly faded. Not my greatest shot, but the only time I've caught three SOO's on one train.
View on Black
Another scene from the ancient village of Ein Kerem.
Ein Kerem is a secluded village suburb situated only couple of miles from Jerusalem city centre. But to my mind, this pastoral place is utterly different experience from the multi-layered confusion of the rest of city. Whenever I walk through the picturesque lanes and climb up the hill to the orchard located on the upper terraces I cannot help thinking that am two thousands miles apart from the Old City. Could this place be the Western dream of the East or, perhaps the Eastern dream of the West painted as a postcard-like village of the Lombardy region? I don't know, but it's an obvious conundrum to muse over.
In the midst of darkness,
Lies a beacon of light,
Which valiantly defies the night
With uncanny prowess.
Victory seems dutiful,
Success, vain,
But no kingdom can fall
With no loss gained.
The future is uncertain,
And the present is collapsing,
The weak are weeping,
Those strong in Him, forever living.
In the midst of some extremely heavy snowfall, CN U714-20 hustles along at track speed with three GE's and Illinois Central SD40-2 #6251.
February 2023
Forbes, MN.
In the midst of the cave of the heart, in the form of the I, in the form of the Self, unique and solitary, Brahman’s glory shines directly from Himself on Himself. Penetrate deep within, your thought piercing to its source, your mind having plunged into itself, with breath and sense held close in the depths, your whole self fixed in yourself, and there, simply BE!
This picture is dedicated to Janet! May she be in the Light and have a good journey! <3
today, on November 20. Deepam Festival Commences
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i may be absent for a longer time now, practicing this:
be well dear friends! <3
We are in the midst of a very unusual winter (so far). It's unseasonably mild with virtually no snow accumulated and the ice on the lake is still to thin for walkabout, snowmobiling, hockey, cross-country skiing and the myriad of other activities that a frozen lake affords the brave. I haven't photographed this strange state of things as yet so here is an oldie posted to tide us over while I wait for real winter to arrive (which no doubt it will - undoubtedly with a vengeance).
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -