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...or several... BoA in Canary Wharf, with different degrees of processing abuse.
This is the 'realistic' version: some would say it's already over-processed, but you haven't seen the next one yet, or what I call 'over-processed' :)
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or Azli or Claro or Raul or any of my Male contacts here, really :))))))))
But I'm dedicating this image to my Contact Friend DanieL
the last time we met here was 21 months ago !!!!
and now he is back.
So Welcome.
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Yesterday, I found this Harpocera thoracica (f), with what looked like Cordyceps errupting from her back. I did wonder if it might just have been a stamen stuck there! But it looked quite convincing! Anyway, I tweeted photos, and this morning, after someone asked if I'd looked more closely at it, I checked it under the microscope, and found that it was a flower stamen after all!!! How much of an idiot do I feel??! Why didn't I follow my instinct and check first??! I did tweet again to put my mistake right!! So funny! 😂
Upton Magna - Shropshire
What do we think? Go grey, or simply red?
Whatever, I reckon either works so so well with this fab formal Monti dress, that I picked up from @uturnvintage years back.
Grey wig from @natures.hair, red from @wiggedoutau.
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Whilst crossing a bridge at Angkor Thom, Cambodia, I noticed these boats....I think they look like duck or bird heads rather than dragons.
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In 1871, Pugwash Lighthouse was established on Fishing Point at the entrance to Pugwash Harbor and the Pugwash River. The lighthouse, which was built in a “schoolhouse” design with a square tower rising from one end of the dwelling’s roof. This style of lighthouse is uncommon in Canada, but was frequently used in the United States.
The narrow point of land on which the lighthouse stood was often subjected to erosion and flooding. A stone retaining wall was built along the bank in 1878, and many things had to be done every few years to protect the point from erosion.
The gallery deck on top of the tower was rebuilt in 1880 so that a larger lantern could be used with a more powerful optic. Around 1960, a new tower was built on the point, and the old Pugwash Lighthouse was sold to the Mundle family, who moved the structure to their nearby farm.
Location: Fishery (Seaman's) Point, east side of harbour entrance
Standing: This light is still standing.
Operating: This light is no longer operating.
Began: 1871
Year Lit: 1871
Structure Type: Square wood tower on building, white
Light Characteristic: Occulting White (1941)
Tower Height: 044ft feet high.
Light Height: 048ft feet above water level.
Pernand-Vergelesses (Côte d'Or)
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" Crafting homes that allure, but only a few possess the art of making a house a cherished haven.
Salt air whispers against pages, stories intertwine with sun-kissed skin. Her gaze, adrift on an endless horizon, seeks not words but a reflection of self. Houses, faces, fleeting warmth – echoes of belonging yet none a true resting place. The question hangs heavy, unanswered, 'Is this where I finally settle, or just another loving page, another chapter in my love song?' "
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. . . The Unreached Destination . . .
"It is not the destination, but the journey that matters." - T.S. Eliot
In her journey through life, she explored various houses and stayed with different people. Many tried to create a home that suited her tastes, decorating in ways they thought would please her.
However, despite having many homes and companions, the concept of a meaningful home remained elusive. Traveling through the virtual world for over 12 years, she encountered numerous places and faces, yet the feeling of solitude persisted. Though surrounded by others, even though she is the anchor for many people, the search for a genuine and lasting home continued. Since no one could be her anchor, an independent life became a cold path, freezing her heart until it couldn't feel a thing, even with much love surrounding her.
Deep emptiness persisted as the question 'Where is your home?' echoed, and the pursuit of meaning and belonging still continued, as if there were no destination for a free soul like hers.
Houses rise and fall, loved ones come and go, yet the road whispers on, an endless search for the elusive haven called home. Will it be found in the sun-kissed pages of a book, or the rhythm of the tide? Only the whispers of the wind know.
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Her answers when it's about an anchor and a true home.
" My happiness resonates with yours, woven with a tenderness you might not expect. My life flourishes independently, my wings may be familiar with only solo flights, darling, but with you, the sky takes on a radiant shimmer. Not a lifeline, but a more splendid vista. You truly add sweetness to my laughter, make my champagne fizzier.
You're not a necessity, but a cherished upgrade. With you, the view becomes more enchanting, and the laughter richer.
Is it selfish? Perhaps. Is it wise? Absolutely. Call it selfish, call it smart, I choose the penthouse, darling, not the real anchor. Yes, a feel-like anchor blows my mind the best, but no, not a real anchor. Baby, I'm too independent to need it.
In the years of my past, yes, we danced in this borrowed sunrise, all my partners must always be painfully aware that any sunset could whisk it away. No expectations, just the exquisite present. That's all I've offered for 12 years, and that's all I've ever needed. I always said, 'Take it or leave it' - my haven hasn't swayed with the tide, no guarantees, just the exquisite. Or take it or leave it - this heart yearns only for sunsets, never for chains.
Yet now, I've embraced change, a new me and a tide I've never experienced before. All to bring us happiness, allowing this relationship to flourish in the best way possible.
Still, there are no anchors here, just wider open arms, and the choice is always yours. "
Your move, firecracker
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D/s involves the dynamic between two people: one independent and the other dependent.
A: My life 'needs' you to be a part of it always.
B: My life 'prefers' having you, it's always a better life with you in it.
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" Perhaps I don't need you like a ship needs an anchor, or a bird, a nest. But I choose you, every fluttering beat of my heart a whispered preference. To be with you is to paint the horizon with rainbows, to dance with fireflies under stolen starlight. And though it may seem like a selfish waltz, a whispered plea for permanence, know this my love: the thought of stopping this exquisite choreography, of silencing the symphony we create, tears at the very fibers of my being...
So we walk hand in hand, my nomad love, into the unknown. We chase sunsets and build castles of sand, knowing the tide may reclaim them. But in each grain of laughter, in each stolen kiss, there is a whispered "forever," a fervent hope that our dreams may one day find a home within each other's hearts.. 💕 "
_____ Scarlett Saphira
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As I've said before, one of my goals in photographing birds was to get this particular resident species, the Oak Titmouse. (Second on the list was the White-crowned Sparrow in breeding plumage.) My first two cameras didn't have the range for avian photography of any kind ... well, with the first exception when an Oak Titmouse popped up on a newly planted five foot orange tree right in front of me.
Still, I persisted, and I think I have 15 pretty good images of this titmouse. One in particular was my prize and was the first image I hung on my wall. (flic.kr/p/ufUbT1) That's not the reason that I never posted this image. The reason for that was that I wasn't on SmugMug or later Flickr, and so I just printed this, put it in an album, and there it stayed until this morning.
I was in the archives again, and I must say I really like this shot. The way the tail just clears and follows the curve of the piece of rotten oak which was also used as a granary for Acorn Woodpeckers (which is why I was there taking pictures that day in March). More than that, there appeared to me that there was movement in this pose. He actually had just landed, and was already about to take off again. 1/640th was my go to prep speed, and it worked very well here. The light was good, too. And that's why I'm starting off the week for you (I can look at it any time) with one 3 gram Oak titmouse on a Live Oak (that's the name, not the description).
I've described this bird many times. Let's just let it go with this: The Oak titmouse (Baeolophus inornatus) is a passerine bird in the tit family Paridae. The American Ornithologists' Union split the plain titmouse into the oak titmouse and the juniper titmouse in 1996, due to distinct differences in song, preferred habitat, and genetic makeup. It sleeps in deep cavities, and what better place than a woodpecker hole in an oak or yucca. We are surrounded by thousands of acres of three of the twenty species of oak in California: valley oak, interior live oak, or blue oak. The Valley Oak is the largest oak in the state, and we have 30+ heritage oaks within a quarter mile of my front door. (Heritage oaks are huge, some with canopies 100 feet or more across, 70 feet tall, and with trunks about 25 feet in diameter. How can you tell if one is a "heritage oak?" Easy: every heritage oak is numbered with a metal tag about 8 feet off the ground ... and that's all I'll say. They are also between 200 and 350 years old. And every one has an Oak titmouse in it! I just made that up, but it's where I'd start to photograph these little flitters.)
The hotel where I stayed in Da Nang gave you a choice of swimming in the man made lagoon, swimming pool or the lovely warm South China Beach. The sand on the beach was as I remembered it some 40 years ago. It felt like warm silk beads between your toes. Definitely a top beach in the world of beaches.
En las calles de Marina D'or -- Oropesa del Mar -- Castellón -- Comunidad Valenciana -- España
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The Metro station 14 street is full of these awesome looking little statues. If you know about the story behind them, please comment.
I feel this photo as a gift from my friend Peter who invited me for a little photo session into his garden.
We tried a lot of angles and perspectives and took photos with or without macro ring flashes...
Special thanks to the model, the dragonfly kept still for all that session...
have a nice sunday
Carnaval or Carnival is the festive celebrations that occurs prior to the Holy Season of Lent and whereas Lent involves abstinence, fasting and sacrifice Carnaval is the complete opposite. The festival has its origins in pagan celebrations and has been adopted for Christians with Catholics and Orthodox Christians displaying most enthuasism and exuberance.
In Catholic Spain and South America Carnaval is an integral part of society and is celebrated with gusto and abandon that is a pleasure to witness. Cadiz city has one of the largest Carnavals in Spain but just down the road in Conil de la Frontera the Carnaval is every bit as good as elsewhere, just more local and intimate. Colour and exuberance mixed with copious doses of fun are the intoxicating mixture.
2020 will be remember as the Year of Covid, lockdowns , restrictions and all other manner of nastiness and we were fortunate to just barely get Carnaval in before the worst of the year came, even if it was only February.
Or the original title as I just found out by a little help from Google is Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
I bought this book yesterday and I love it beyond belief even though I've read the 30 first pages.
It's a story about Elizabeth and her path to find the meaning of life. It's story about having the courage to leave behind everything you know(house, job, money, luxury, success) in search of true happiness. The courage to listen to your heart, even though how much it hurts. And above all, it a story of believing.
BELIEVING.
I thought GOD had left long ago.
But reading her words, made me think ten years back in time, and feel how good it felt to Pray to someone if you were sad. To talk to someone, or something. To believe it was all going to work out. To know that you were not alone. NEVER. :'(
And to think at God as something bigger and more open. Think of it as the same/related power that Jehova, Allah, Shiva, Brahma, Vishnu, Zevs, The Universe, The power of Now, The Law of Attraction. It all makes so much more sense to me having the opportunity to believe.
I still support Darwin in his theories though, they makes sense and are pretty logical.
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Rain outside and soft silky satin inside. The choice is easy: inside it is, at least for now. Maybe you can join me for a nice chat while we wait for the rain to stop?
Waterlilies at the southern end of Derwentwater. Looking towards Catbells and Maiden Moor.
Leaving here was more difficult than expected as my wellies had sunk into the soft clayey mud and anchored me firmly. Only by slowly "working" each welly out, with foot inside, could I get myself free ;o) Most years, these pads are way out of reach.
"For the beauty of the earth....Father, unto You we raise, this our sacrifice of praise"
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The Pipevine Swallowtail or Blue Swallowtail (Battus philenor) is a swallowtail butterfly found in North America and Central America. The butterflies are black with iridescent blue hind wings. They are found in many different habitats, but are most commonly found in forests. The black or red caterpillars feed on Aristolochia species, making them poisonous as both larvae and adults, while the adults feed on the nectar of a variety of flowers.