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The other day, on the rather testing climb to the top of Mt Amos, I stopped for a breather and found myself in good company: a cluster of ancient lichen-covered rocks doing exactly the same thing. We sat there in companionable silence, admiring the view they’ve been enjoying for a few million years longer than me.
Mt Amos sits within Freycinet National Park on Tasmania’s east coast, part of the Hazards range of pink-granite peaks overlooking Coles Bay and Wineglass Bay. It’s one of my favourite spots in Australia. Though, to be fair, so is everywhere else I visit!
And when I say, “the other day,” these days that could mean anything from yesterday to about twenty years ago. 😉
Fun Fact: Many mountains are made of granite - which is gneiss of them. Geologists have been known to take them for granite ... but only once. 😉
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When you take your sight away from the ancient tombs of Petra, turn your back and look at what's behind you, this is it. The other side of the Sandstone City. It spreads over 264 sq km, was constructed by the ancient Nabataeans, a civilisation of crafters and prosperous merchants, and made for a grand trade route stop-off between Arabian oases. Then nearly lost to the outside world, Petra is now one of the most loved places on the planet, Unesco Heritage site and one of New Seven Wonders of the World.
Another photo from the series "The other Liguria". Because Liguria is not only the one with the sea, beaches and umbrellas. The interesting thing is that sea, beaches and umbrellas are only 13 kilometers from where I took the picture.
Un'altra foto della serie "The other Liguria". Perché la Liguria non è solo quella con il mare, le spiagge e gli ombrelloni. La cosa interessante è che mare, spiagge e ombrelloni sono solo a 13 chilometri da dove ho scattato la foto.
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Alongside the cicadas, the other harbingers of summer here, in the flora world, are Agapanthus and Lilly Pillys. In our little Close, six out of the eleven houses have agapanthus sprouting everywhere, just like hairs from an old man's ears! I think I'm getting FOMO—of the aggies, not the nose hairs!
The massive Lilly Pilly in our backyard starts flowering big time in summer, attracting thousands of bees. However, this year, despite it being in full bloom, there are no bees, which is a bit disconcerting. We all know how essential bees are to us, the tireless pollinators, supporting the growth of plants, crops, and ecosystems that sustain life on Earth. I hope they show up soon!
And if you're wondering what a Lilly Pilly is, Wikipedia advises that it is a summer-flowering, winter-fruiting evergreen tree, native to Australia and belonging to the myrtle family. This shot is just one of the tiny little flowers of which there are thousands.
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The other day I went hiking to a local state park in Connecticut to do an estimated 3-4 mile round trip hike. A trifling hike if I was twenty five years old but enough of a challenge for my almost 67 year old legs. Never the less spending the day in a very nice and beautiful woodland ambiance was quite enjoyable and I came across many people who had their canine companions with them. Woodland hikers I say are some of the nicest people you can ever meet with friendly greetings from other senior hikers who know what our legs are going feel like the next day to respectful nods of acknowledgement from the younger hikers seeing someone who is old to be their parent or even grandparent persevering on a hiking trail as for many of my peers because of their physical decline through health problems, bad health habits and or lack of exercise the days where they can do miles on a hiking trail are long gone never to be seen again.
What are you doing at the window? (asked softly one of the old ladies, whilst knitting a wool sock)
I'm listening... (the little girl replied)
Listening? To whom? (asked the other old lady... so surprised that she stopped crocheting the little snowflake and looked up at the girl)
To myself... and I'm waiting for the story... (whispered gently the little girl, still watching outside the window)
And what do you tell yourself? (continued the lady with the snowflake)
I like to think about what I did today and what I want to do tomorrow and all the other tomorrows... I'm telling a story where I am the hero... (and the little girl smiled and turned her gaze towards the old ladies... her grandmothers)...
All the other tomorrows? What do you mean with that? (asked the grandmother with the sock)
Other tomorrows... after tomorrow there is another tomorrow... and another one... and another one... other tomorrows (this time the girl was puzzled)
She expected that her grandmothers understood this... after all they have more yesterdays than her... you can see them in their hair... it's all white and grey... one has the color of the winter sky and the other has the hair white with golden accents, just like the golden fields from summer)
The old ladies were surprised... and once again silence descended in the little room.
All was quiet... all except for the fire... You could hear a crackling and popping sound... and it seemed louder... and maybe something else... Was it the wind?
Continued from Frosted little... leaves...
...others can walk it with you, but not for you." Rumi
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When I look at you
It's like I'm looking back at my reflection
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My eyes are those of the blind ….
I feel the love in your touch
I trust what's inside your mind
We hold each other so tight they couldn't break us if they tried
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Other half driving the back lanes of North Norfolk. Luckily I had my camera on my lap. Buzzard was perched on electricity cross pole. Shot taken through open sun roof
Foggy sunrise near Corfe Castle. having been to Corfe Castle the day before to shoot www.flickr.com/photos/184798091@N07/52007136724/in/datepo... I returned the next day hoping for some better light. I went to the exact same shooting location as before but found the Castle fogbound so started hunting for alternatives and from a field entrance nearby shot this one looking towards the coast. I loved the combination of colour and mist.
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The other day a friend was commenting on the clouds that appear along the Sunshine Coast vs those in Alberta. Ostensibly, those that take shape over the ocean vs those that develop in the prairies. We both came to the conclusion that although the topic of clouds was the same, the resulting forms were often different yet unique to the landscape. (so to speak)
In this image there are two distinct clouds forming in the distance, both over the ocean and developing over a distant island. Pender Island to be exact. One, filling the sky at a higher level, while the other stretching for miles at a specific height catapillaring along the ocean.
After photographing Prairie clouds for the last 26 years, I have noted in my photos they are often quite wispy, or perhaps appearing like giant whipped potatoes in a thunder cloud, or just plain leaden, covering the sky. They too come in many forms, but for the most part, look distinctively different. And, isn't it fun to just watch them as they move inexorably across the sky creating their beauty for us to photograph.
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... en mitad de los arrozales se encuentran las conocidas barracas en las que se guardan, hoy en día, los áperos de labranza y, en inmemoriables tiempos incluso servían de vivienda a los campesinos que vivían en durísimas condiciones, siendo víctimas de la malaria provocada por mosquitos que plagaban la zona, y con un alto índice de mortalidad. Hoy se usan, entre otras funciones, como lugar de encuentro de familiares y amigos para hacer una comida en el arrozal ...
... in the middle of the rice fields are the well-known barracks where farm implements are kept today and, in time immemorial, even served as a home for peasants who lived in harsh conditions, being victims of malaria caused by mosquitoes that plagued the area, and with a high mortality rate. Today they are used, among other functions, as a meeting place for family and friends to have a meal in the rice paddy...
As much as I would have wanted the classic angle at Union Baptist Church in Dante, the angle of the sun wasn't going to allow it. While a tighter and altogether not as interesting scene, it still captures the feel of Appalachia railroading at this well-known spot. M893 creeps southward through town, with a meet with M692 planned at the south end of the Dante siding.
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Other images 'harvested' with a similar mindset while visiting the National Gallery of Canada are in the first comment box.
This is a colour photograph. :)
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Being careful with each other means we actively acknowledge that no two human beings have had the same life experiences or have experienced life the same way. We are the sum total of millions of moments and cell changes and just thinking about the chances that you'll meet someone you can connect with on a deeper level should feel miraculous.
But humans also become careless with each other, even in long term relationships. Humans ignore each other or assume things about each other easily. Don't be careless. Remember, you can never truly know what another person feels or thinks without opening your heart and making both time and space.
In the last few minutes of your life, it's very unlikely you'll be thinking about an amazing tweet or Instagram post. I hope each one of you is remembering what it felt like to be caressed and loved and how it felt to show this tenderness towards others in return.
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