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Old-growth forest near Äntu lakes, Estonia. Created with Dynamic Auto Painter and Topaz Impression from my own photo
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photo dédicacée pour Flo74 :-)
Do I eat it? Will it eat me? Should I try to kill it?
Being a young jackdaw can be very difficult!
Thank you for your visit, comment or fave. All are much appreciated. Thank you also to all who invite my photos to their groups.
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Entered in the Creative Digital Art Group Contest "Impressionist Nature"
All photos and textures used are my own.
Owned by PUK Kolprem EU07-134 in co-op with EU07-139 (locally known as "Lolitas") spotted outside of Goleniów hauling a freight train from Świnoujście SiA to Dąbrowa Górnicza Towarowa.
This tropical paradise home is one of my personal favorites nestled amongst palms with it's own private lagoon.
Savor the gentle wind against your skin while enjoying the tucked in sea views from it’s many decks. It also has several beach spots to relax at, places where you can listen to the calming surf while tropical breezes caress and calm your mind. Bask in the emerald greens of the warm island waters...
Fall asleep to the gentle surf and dancing palms.
Cape Spear, Newfoundland: Most easterly point in North America
This one is a blend of 3 exposures with some of my own textures added. I loved the rocky, barren fields and winter grasses peeking through the dusting of snow.
The best way to jump over one's own shadow is to walk in sunshine at high noon.
- anonymous
I took this photo from the highest point of the island of Hvar, sv. Nikola, 628 m above the sea level after hiking, should I say climbing :) for some hour and a half to reach a votive chapel, perching on its top and serving as a yearly pilgrimage destination for the locals. I started from the mountain's foot in the early dawn of that prime summer day in 2007 and by the time I made it to the summit the scorching rays of the sun were in their full bliss. All over the steep slopes, scattered with the spectacular climbing cliffs, the vineyards studding the landscape parched by the reflections of sun's dazzling radiance off the vast expanse of water, are nestled growing the famous Plavac red wine grapes. Enjoy the view!...:)
One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.”
― Lewis Carroll
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……'Bring your own flagon' - Hardly likely to be from the wedding party of Prince Arthur & his bride Catherine of Aragon but you never know😊. A few extra nudges on the Sliders on this iPhone shot of Ludlow Castle. HSS, Alan:-)
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©Alan Foster. All rights reserved. Do not use without permission.……
Own image - Daisy texture thanks to Diana Thorold
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No sooner had we had a shower or two of rain, than the sun reappeared drying out the coast. Tears dry on their own by Amy Winehouse is perfect. It's been a great few days with clouds and wind bringing some excitement.
Go find your own dead squirrel.
A couple of crows arguing over a scrap of squirrel fur in Mendocino, California.
(UNEDITED- MY OWN BUILD / POSES).
"For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice." - T.S Eliot
Dedicated to all my friends and artists in Flickr, Real Life and Second Life.
INFORMATION:
Taken at Teag`s skybox with my alts.
My own poses, lighting, particles and build.
My own added tattoos.
Raw image (screenshot), name added.
A big thank you to Teag for giving me the chance to build, to Terra for her lovely skins and to Naergilian for her amazing face make-up.
A very happy New Year to you all, and may all your dreams come true!
Completely Unedited.(I do not edit images from Second Life).
Houston Texas USA
The historic taxonomic status of Harlan's hawk has been quite erratic, sometimes it has been classified as its own species, B. harlani to the opposite extreme that R. S. Palmer (1988) classified as it (perhaps improbably) as a mere western color morph. Most modern authorities recognize as a valid subspecies. Harlan's hawk is markedly different from all other red tails and can be identified nearly 100% of the time by an experienced hawk watcher. Throughout the morphs of this subspecies, the plumage is predominantly blackish, lacking any warmer or brownish tones (save the tail). Harlan's hawks usually have faint streaks on the sides of their head and about their chest with a little gray mottling or speckling on the scapulars. Apart from a variably white-streaked throat, their underparts are usually mostly black with variable white streaking and barring on the thighs or crissum. There are up to four main variations from the typical one above: extreme dark morph (where even the throat is black and no pale streaking is present), dark morph (with barring still present from the tarsus to the underside), rare pale morph (with few blackish blobs on the belly and generally a whiter head) and perhaps even rarer types where the base color is grayish. Unlike most red-tailed hawks, generally immatures are similar enough than adults that it can be difficult to distinguish them. On average, immatures have more extensive pale streaking above and mottling below, but much individual variation has been recorded. The typical tail of a Harlan's hawk is white with a thick black subterminal band but individuals may vary considerable and the tail may be reddish, dusky, whitish or gray and can be longitudinally streaked, mottled or barred.
"I’m in the corner
Watching you kiss her
Oh oh oh
I’m right over here
Why can’t you see me
Oh oh oh
I’m giving it my all
But I’m not the girl you’re taking home
Ooh ooh ooh
I keep dancing on my own"
Head Nova by Lelutka
Skin Teresa by Mila
Hair Poetry - Vip Group Gift by Truth
Darliane Big Fatpack by Scandalize @ Collabor88
Custom Shape for Lelutka Evolution Nova by MeshedGal
Cat Headphones - Gift by Searen
Mary HD Eyeshadows by Velour Beauty @ Access
illuZion - East Side Parking Lot Backdrop - 50% off by CuCa Designs @ Pose Fair Market
Stomp it Pose Pack - Till the world ends by PANIQ
Blog Post:
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Compton Acres Garden, Poole, Dorset
The gardens are situated at 164 Canford Cliffs, POOLE, Dorset, BH13 7ES. It is a privately owned garden, founded in 1920 by Thomas William Simpson. He was a business man whose wealth came from the production of Margarine.
From the 1920s – 1930s he began to create a series of enclosed gardens, seven in all, at the staggering cost of £220k. They were filled with sculptures and other architectural features.
The thought was, that even at an early stage of its construction that it was going to be a ‘tourist attraction’.
Unfortunately Mr Simpson died in 1944, this was followed by another death in the form of Mr. Middleton, the Head Gardener. These deaths plus the call-up of other staff lead to the gardens falling into disrepair. In 1950 the garden were sold to J. Stanley Beard a London architect who was responsible for a programme of restoration and by 1952 now complete, it was open to the public.
During that time new paths were laid, many other plantings were carried out. It changed hands again in 1964 but it still remained open. Since then the main house was sold as was part of the northern and southern boundary plus some of the woodland.
The garden now is divided between five smaller sub-gardens:
The Italian Garden: When you first see this garden from the end of the pond looking down to the Domed Temple it is spectacular. At the top end are two statues representing Wrestlers of Herculaneum. The pond itself is surrounded with brightly coloured planting and in the water are many water lilies and a fountain. To the left is the Italianate Villa with its brightly painted walls and statues on the roof and as you walk down the path other shrubs and manicured bushes. There are quite a few seats dotted around so that you can enjoy the experience.
The Wooded Valley: Here the woodland of Pine trees, where Rhododendrons and Camelias grow in some abundance. Winding footpaths and waterfalls along with other plants such as Ferns and Foxgloves make a wonderful setting.
Rock and Water Garden: There is a thought that Compton Acres has the largest rock garden in private hands in England. It consists of over 300 different plants which include alpines, conifers, spring and summer bulbs.
The Heather Garden: Here, there is a garden, again with many different species of Heather, some not easily grown in other gardens but the south coast has a much better climate enabling them to thrive. It is at its best in Spring, although it is still a very colourful space throughout the year.
The Japanese Garden: There is an odd shaped pool which is surrounded by Bamboos, Azelea and Maples. Wonderful colours, together with a collection of figures, lanterns, stone pagodas and a thatched Japanese-style summerhouse. This is covered in Wisteria in season. Many of the items were purchased in Japan, even the fish were exported under licence.
The garden covers 10 acres, it has many pieces of sculpture and architectural features scattered throughout the site. It also has a tea-room, a very important place which does nice tea and cake. What could be better after the experience of seeing the garden?
shape - my own
skin - Nar Mattaru - Freyja / Fairest *new in mainstore
mesh head - Lelutka - Ceylon 3.1
hairbase - Enfer Sombre - Caroline
eyes - SU - Lizabeta
eyeshadow - SU - Salem Eyeshadow *new at Anthem Event
bindi - Wicca's Originals - Lita
hair - No Match - No Rust
another hair - Boon - TGR 864
tattoo - Nuuna - Basics
collar - FakeIcon - Mary Gems Collar
dress - Dreamcatcher - Samantha Dress
pose - Sapa Poses - #135
Own image processed in Topaz Studio 2 with a texture thanks to Birgitta Sjöstedt
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Saturday week ago, I was invited by two Flickr friends to visit the largest sunflower farm in Victoria, in the small town of Dunnstown, just on the outskirts of the provincial city of Ballarat, to photograph the flowers for a twilight session. Being in the Southern Hemisphere, I am in summer, going towards autumn and nearing the final few weeks of summer daylight savings time, so the sun doesn't set until around eight o'clock in the evening. Thus when we arrived at six, the evening was warm and we were faced with a wonderful undulating field of golden yellow sunflowers, basking in the sunshine beneath clear blue skies. It was like a great field of endless sunshine.
Laiken Britt’s picturesque sunflower farm was not only the first in the Moorabool Shire, but in Victoria, and remains the state’s largest, attracting thousands of people on weekends to the little town of Dunnstown whilst the flowers are in season. ‘Pick Your Own Sunflowers’ has been running for five years now, but this ‘sunflowers at sunset’ visit was my first. I hope it won’t be my last!
Curious about the origins of this colour I did a little research online:
In 1937 the Italian surrealist designer Elsa Schiaparelli mixed a touch of white with magenta to create this vivid colour. She used it to package her debut perfume Shocking.
For me, shocking pink and mini skirts are somehow inextricably linked in my nostalgia for the 1970s. I did not own/wear one in pink but clearly remember chopping a good portion off a beautiful Scottish kilt to create a mini skirt.
for: Mittwochsmakro - Wednesday Macro
Octubre Rosa / Pink October
By the great Cass Elliot.
" Make your own kind of music"
Nobody can tell you
There's only one song worth singin'
They may try and sell you
'Cause it hangs them up
To see someone like you
But you've got to make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along
You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do
But you've got to make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along
So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going, I will understand
You've got to make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along
You've got to make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind music
Even if nobody else sings along
Thought I would try some texture/layer work.Using my own and Adobe Elements work.
I will be off line for a while due to possible connection issues!!
Will catch up with all later!!
Compton Acres Garden, Poole, Dorset
The gardens are situated at 164 Canford Cliffs, POOLE, Dorset, BH13 7ES. It is a privately owned garden, founded in 1920 by Thomas William Simpson. He was a business man whose wealth came from the production of Margarine.
From the 1920s – 1930s he began to create a series of enclosed gardens, seven in all, at the staggering cost of £220k. They were filled with sculptures and other architectural features.
The thought was, that even at an early stage of its construction that it was going to be a ‘tourist attraction’.
Unfortunately Mr Simpson died in 1944, this was followed by another death in the form of Mr. Middleton, the Head Gardener. These deaths plus the call-up of other staff lead to the gardens falling into disrepair. In 1950 the garden were sold to J. Stanley Beard a London architect who was responsible for a programme of restoration and by 1952 now complete, it was open to the public.
During that time new paths were laid, many other plantings were carried out. It changed hands again in 1964 but it still remained open. Since then the main house was sold as was part of the northern and southern boundary plus some of the woodland.
The garden now is divided between five smaller sub-gardens:
The Italian Garden: When you first see this garden from the end of the pond looking down to the Domed Temple it is spectacular. At the top end are two statues representing Wrestlers of Herculaneum. The pond itself is surrounded with brightly coloured planting and in the water are many water lilies and a fountain. To the left is the Italianate Villa with its brightly painted walls and statues on the roof and as you walk down the path other shrubs and manicured bushes. There are quite a few seats dotted around so that you can enjoy the experience.
The Wooded Valley: Here the woodland of Pine trees, where Rhododendrons and Camelias grow in some abundance. Winding footpaths and waterfalls along with other plants such as Ferns and Foxgloves make a wonderful setting.
Rock and Water Garden: There is a thought that Compton Acres has the largest rock garden in private hands in England. It consists of over 300 different plants which include alpines, conifers, spring and summer bulbs.
The Heather Garden: Here, there is a garden, again with many different species of Heather, some not easily grown in other gardens but the south coast has a much better climate enabling them to thrive. It is at its best in Spring, although it is still a very colourful space throughout the year.
The Japanese Garden: There is an odd shaped pool which is surrounded by Bamboos, Azelea and Maples. Wonderful colours, together with a collection of figures, lanterns, stone pagodas and a thatched Japanese-style summerhouse. This is covered in Wisteria in season. Many of the items were purchased in Japan, even the fish were exported under licence.
The garden covers 10 acres, it has many pieces of sculpture and architectural features scattered throughout the site. It also has a tea-room, a very important place which does nice tea and cake. What could be better after the experience of seeing the garden?
Ãntu Sinijärv (Blue Lake), Estonia. Created with Dynamic Auto Painter and ON1 Effects from my own photo
And here I go again on my own,
Going down the only road I've ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone,
And I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time.
Went on my own to Eucher Trails, on my way back half of my water bottle was froozen. I had a taste of Glenlivet Scotch, I could feel the afterburn. I had to wait untill the night to have one.
Really getting frustrated with my aging camera, auto-focus do not work on the wide angle lens, there is ugly noise in the shadow.
The river is now cover by ice, there was lot of people going fishing, there is event a guy in front of you next to the crack with his little shack, hart to see on this shot...but his there, I could see him with my 200mm. The biggest challenge there is to show how much it falls just there, I think I need to work this out a bit.
TRUTH
We all have our own truth
Credos that we abide by
It stops us falling into murky waters
Getting lost by the wayside
It can be difficult staying on the path
I wish I had Dante and Virgil at my side
Instead I rely on your light to guide me
Love like a burning flame inside
I knew it would not be easy
I have my own steep hills to climb
But I would do it all again if you asked me
At least I can say I have tried
This flame may die down into embers
Ready to ignite at your word
Such love can never be extinguished
Like a heart that never really dies
Can I still find my way through the forest
Navigate my way past the lies
See the truth of you in front of me
Answering all the tears that I have cried
I have been taking a little break from Flickr after my last upload of images. So consequently I am a bit behind with my usual thank you’s. So I thought I would place this up here in the meantime for you to thank you all for your support. Those of you who have got to know me and my work know how much these pieces mean to me, and the journey that led me to create them and share them here. Each poem is deeply felt and a reality to me, and can be emotionally challenging to write. I am learning that not only do I need time to create them, I also need time to rest in between them. Thank you again for all your kind words, faves and views. I would have found it difficult to keep going without you.
This image is the view towards the Altar beneath the East Window of Ripe Church, Sussex, UK, which has medieval fragments of the original stained glass set within the clear gothic window.
To see more of my images and poetry have a look at my website:
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One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I though was true.
By Robert Frost
[Esp. /Eng. - translation on my own]
Que la metralla torpe de los liliputienses
nunca llame a tu fiesta
Que no te salpique la locura
el cinismo con su telenieve
Que no te disparen entre lirios de látex
con raciones frugales de pasión y verdad.
Que no te vendan el aire, el sol,
el rastro de la belleza, de la amistad.
Es gratis lo que vale la pena.
Ni jamás amenacen con alambre de espino
el don azul que late en tu memoria.
Que goces y te gocen, infinita y feliz,
y los huesos te estallen de amor bajo la tierra
Ángel Petisme Metástasis de Luz
El Lujo de la tristeza Olifante, Eds. de Poesía, 2014
Petisme, Premio Internacional de Literatura Antonio Machado 2019
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May the clumsy shrapnel of Liliputians
never knock at your party
May madness never splash you
cynism with its tv snow
May they not shoot at you among latex lilies
with skimpy servings of passion and truth
May they not sell you the air, the sun,
the trace of the beauty, of friendship.
What's worth it its for free
And may they never threaten you with barbed wire
the blue gift throbbing in your memory
May you enjoy and be enjoyed, infinite and happy
and may your bones burst into love underground
Ángel Petisme Metástasis de Luz
El Lujo de la tristeza Olifante, Eds. de Poesía, 2014
Petisme, Prix International de littérature Antonio Machado 2019