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Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?~ Hal Borland
Spot flowering is always a nice surprise, especially when it is a large and beautiful Hippeastrum flower (aka Amaryllis) like this one.
So, I left home at 8 am wanting to capture ice. I knew it was windy and a bit cold but never like it. The wind was so strong and cold that I had a hard time breathing properly at times.... Even though I was well dressed, the wind was getting to me and did not take my time as I usually do to capture ice. I just could not do it.... will remember it... :o)
Published in 2024 Canadian Geographic Wild Weather Calendar
Inside The Boat House looking onto the lake and the views with
the magnificent Weeping Willow trees.
Bodnant Garden is a National Trust property near Tal-y-Cafn, Conwy, Wales, overlooking the Conwy Valley towards the Carneddau mountains. Founded in 1874 and developed by five generations of one family, it was given to the National Trust in 1949.
Well I finally have managed to get back to Flickr after quite a while. I have more recently been on annual leave but also life gets in the way of my photography sometimes! Anyway I look forward to catching up with you again.
Smile On Saturday - Odd One Out
Two male American Wigeons swimming one direction and a male Hooded Merganser swimming the other direction. :-)
Stuck inside but I did take some seed out for my friends and they are enjoying on this miserable day.
For Gypsy.
(With a British Accent) (Sorry Gypsy.)
There once was a zebra
named Water
who was enjoying the day
with her daughter.
The light was attractive
and very proactive
And she liked the way
it caught the young laughter.
You go out, drinking fields and cities,
turned into a long deer of water,
towards the sea of dawn clarity,
like the well-deserved nest of the kingfisher.
That I will go out to wait for you, deadened,
made reed, to the high solitudes,
wounded by air and required
by your voice, alone among the storms
Alberti's poem
Lemon Trees Mediterranean Winter, Auto 1 (68, 162, 21) - Moderado
I do love the change to the surroundings that a flurry of snow or a touch of frost brings, for me it makes everything feel peaceful and still ❤
when the mind appears in the morning don't jump to the usual conclusion, "this is me, these thought are mine", instead, watch these thoughts come an go, without identifying with them in any way. If you can resist the impulse to claim each and every thought as your own, you come to a startling conclusion. You'll discover that you are the consciousness in which thoughts appear and disappear ...
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