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Must be a full moon, Day Eleven feels like one of those nights...
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12 o'clock pm
after a rock-concert
( the Boss, Bruce Springsteen)
the Olympic park was bright illuminated.
The Olympiapark in Munich, Germany, is an Olympic Park which was constructed for the 1972 Summer Olympics. Found in the area of Munich known as the "Oberwiesenfeld" ("upper meadow-field"), the Park continues to serve as a venue for cultural, social, and religious events.
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without any treatment
NO HDR
no infra red
all is real!!, no processing
Hello my Flickr friends!
Another Monday and another red day at Color My World Daily Group. And the theme at Macro Mondays is: on a coin. I must admit that this was by far the most rules exhaustive theme.
And since I’m collecting coins (yes, if you don’t know yet; I’m a hoarder … but I have other charming qualities which makes me an unique and lovable hoarder, at least it is what I like to think about myself…), I decided to go with an old 10 French francs coin. The main raison is that I’m very nostalgic about French francs era but also because they have a very beautiful words written on the edge, which makes them very interesting.
I choose the word “égalité”, which means equality. In my opinion it is a little bit ironic since money is about everything except equality, don’t you think ?…It is like this funeral home advertisement we had here in Montreal, few years ago, begging us to be careful and stay well during holidays … Do you feel the irony here?? But in the case of 10 French Francs it is a French national motto. The whole inscription is: Liberté, Fraternité, Égalité.
My main subject standing on my 10 Francs coin is my tiny red pencil (once again this is a part of another growing collection of tiny pencils... #hoarderlife). It is a few millimeters smaller than the coin diameter (2,5cm).
And since we all know by now that money, doesn't grow on trees (raise your hand if your parents were saying that exact phrase, it exists even in Polish !!!), I have to run to my office!! Another video meeting and then I will start my day of money making at home!
P.S I think that the phrase "money doesn't grow on trees" should be written on the edge of coins worldwide, as a motto for all kids to learn !!! Who is with me on that one ?
Have an amazing Monday my friends !!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and healthy!! And see you soon on Flickr !!
A MUST VIEWED LARGE!!
Another of my sunsets along the river Thames at Erith, it was such a fabulous and beautiful evening . Just a short time from home.
It is all a bit of a hit and miss affair when you are taking shots like this because you are not to sure how the rays are going to come out!
It must be a universal response among mothers to do what it takes to protect their precious babies, no matter their age. This white-tailed deer doe was letting me know that I'd need to deal with her before I could bother her kids.
"Beauty, you must learn it.
You must accept and yield, and
then you shall see everything is simple." ~ Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
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I must say, I was shocked when I saw how nighttime changes an owl's face. While they become fearsome predators at night, they also become much more adorable to us humans, who have evolved to perceive large eyes as captivating and innocent.
In an effort to find area barred owls, I set out to a local park before sunrise and came upon this Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio) in the dark. This darkness was so inky and thick, in fact, that I could not see if he was in his hole or not, so trained my tripoded camera on the hole, manually focused, and finally saw him in the preview window! Shocked for sure by those massive pupils staring down at me, a frog (which he swallowed greedily prior to this photo and while I watched) in his talons!
Interestingly, owl eyeballs are not balls at all, but so well evolved for night vision that they have elongated into eye cones. For this reason, they cannot move their eyes in their sockets, and have evolved wildly-flexible necks. With their highly acute retinas replete with rods (the light and movement sensing eye bits), there wasn't much room for cones, and so most owls see limited or no color!
Tour Ariane (vormals Tour Générale, PB13), La Défense (Puteaux)
Architekten: Jean de Mailly, Robert Zammit, 1975 (renoviert 2008)
Tra must've taken a wrong turn...she signed up for fashion school...
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Ransacked Lockers by Angharad Greggan - Razor Bird
Pencil by Xiang Ying
Apple Fall Books & Map
TonkTastic - Beret
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Ramones Lunchbox by Me
Twin School Desk by Sooden Ren
“Black-headed Grosbeak parents fly south with worn feathers after breeding season. Their molting locations had been a mystery. The California scientists solved it with relatively inexpensive Global Positioning System (GPS) receiving devices.
They attached the 1-gm electronic devices to a leg of each grosbeak. The devices wake up every 2-6 weeks, record the GPS position and switch off. The GPS device, leg harness and leg bands weigh less than 2 g, or the equivalent of a long-distance runner carrying a laptop in a backpack. Each bird must be recaptured to download the data.” Topbirdingtours.com
It must be the last flower photo for now.
Hey, I'm not a flower store or something. ;)
Try this ..... I honestly have no idea what flower this is. Its center looks like a cluster of small transparent insect wings when you look closely.
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No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
- Buddha -
Have a nice weekend my friends! :-)
Hi everyone,
I have spent much of the summer in South-East Asia on vacation but also sneaking in a bit of photography when time permits. While it hasn't been the normal genre I focus on, it has still be a great time with some very satisfying results. I will get some of that content up over the coming months.
For now, here's an image from Costa Rica of a Keel-billed Toucan. What a great country for birding!
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These must be my favourite dragonflies; they have striking colours and always seem happy to go about their business regardless of your presence. What's more, I associate them with some of my favourite places. This one had just caught a bumble bee on the slopes of Ben Hiant, Ardnamurchan, and perched obligingly on a dead sprig of Bog Myrtle to enjoy its meal whilst I snapped away.
I think it must be Aikos hair that was stuck on this little ice heads face - giving us a smile
Saying Brrrr, it's cold outside, the wind is arctic and very cold
But it's Monday and who can't smile when we have new pages to make in our life book, new experiences, new people to meet, new food to taste
And not to mention another week has gone and I'm closing in to someone coming home, for every Monday that goes
I just love Mondays
Recently went to the Rookery, not to far from where we live on the advice of 2 Flickr pals , I was not disappointed
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
--Wallace Stevens
Old Wood Door and Hasp must not be to important since there is no lock on this door, found in North Carolina.
Must be hug a tree day? ... This little guy was amazing to watch, up the tree down the tree, running around the water collection green bag then up and down the tree again. Didn't think he would ever stop. Viewed from my backyard deck looking into the park.
Elliot Margolies
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Kreative People Contest #40 "Locked & Latched"
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Must admit, I took a break from Flickr for a couple of days.
But anyways, this is the Wheel of Brisbane. Taken early in the morning, so that the lights were still on, which I think adds a bit more interest to the otherwise dark scene.
Thanks so much for all your faves and comments guys, really appreciate them! Have a great day!
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Captured in April 2019. As 'hugging' is set to be 'permitted' in England again soon I think it is sensible that we all remember just how this virus spreads and how quickly it can get out of control. Medical and epidemiological experts are expressing that we must be more cautious than perhaps the government message is portraying. Stay safe everyone!
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This truck must have a magnetic personality the way it is attracting all this metal junk!
Happy Truck Thursday!
have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times :-)
Friedrich Nietzsche
HBM!!HMM!!
swallowtail butterfly on coneflower, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Trike Harley-Davidson. Of course I like more than the usual two-wheeled bikes, but we must also think about those who are already difficult to cope with such a technique. I remembered the movie "Sons of Anarchy": father - of red traveled on a three-wheeled bike. And our Putin, once came to the meeting with bikers in Sevastopol on this Trike Harley-Davidson.
Another journey into the world of manual focus — this time with the TTArtisan 100mm f/2.8 Macro X2 lens on the Canon EOS R7. Handheld shot, using natural light.
Aperture f/5.6, shutter speed 1/320 s.
The star: likely Hycleus polymorphus, exploring a flower dusted with pollen — like a child smeared with biscuits. A second beetle peeks from the top right, but neither was in the mood for a double portrait. 😉
Technical challenges:
Even the lightest breeze can nudge the subject out of focus.
Nature is always moving — insects don’t pose for long.
Distance estimation must be done instantly — no time for refocus.
Aperture selection is crucial to balance sharpness and dreamy blur.
Despite all this, the experience was excellent. The lens feels solid in hand, responds well to light, manual settings are intuitive, and the images are sharp. In tandem with the R7, this manual lens has become my go-to companion for walks in nature.