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Guys I have to own up and come clean so to speak when we were up at Aberfeldy for Autumn shots as we were driving back, I noticed must have been 20 Roe Deer so stopped on this slip road I only had my 20mm with me so wasn't able to get a decent shot but realized this must be farmed deer as there was a high fence on leaving and still looking to my left saw red deer as well so decided to pop back up but the roe deer weren't there some work was getting done drove up the slip road and saw the red deer quickly got out went to side of fence grabbed a few shots was there about 2 mins they moved away on seeing me but then stopped and just looked obviously used to people there was a huge type of warehouse with lots of steam coming from it so just left quickly but might pop back if we get snow it was a opportunity to good to miss.
2-year Prickett's
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Own image textured with DDG
Entered in The Award Tree’s Challenge # 173 ~ Colour Slide! ~
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When I was a child.....baseball was the sport played in our backyard in New Jersey. I have three brothers and six sisters so we pretty much had our own family team. Now, just a few years later, baseball still rules with my own kids!
#HMM #wheniwasachild #macromondays
Paying Rent 🌹
I Own Nothing
I Rent A Space In Time
This Is A place I Occupy
But I Can't Say It's Mine
For A Few Short moments Only
The Blink Of A Tearful Eye
That's How Long I'll Be Here
In This Space That I occupy
I Bring No goods, No Land, No Wealth As I Am Born Into This Place
Luckily For Me though
I Can Rent This Little Space.
This little cabin belongs to a woman who lives in a high end suburb of Washington D.C. Once a month like clockwork, she spends the weekend. Her presence is known by a car parked in a small indent on the dirt road. The cabin blends into the woods and can't be seen unless you climb up her little worn path. There is no electric, no water, no internet, no cell service. Just a little wood stove, a small table, two chairs - one comfy - and a bed. An outhouse hides further back in the woods. The porch has what once passed as a chaise lounge. I've never met her, even though she is a neighbor, but she is hospitable. There's a welcoming sign on her porch and contact information tacked to her door. We've exchanged a couple of little notes left, yup, in a bottle. And on one occasion when I was feeling particularly harried by our business and the farm, I stopped here on my way home from work and sat on her steps to feel the world slow. Everyone needs a room of one's own.
……'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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Thank you all Essential Workers. Non-essentials are on their own.
Solid sunshine helps with these units.
Laurel-Missoula
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Own image - Daisy texture thanks to Diana Thorold
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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
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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).
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All images and textures used are my own except Mannequin face: Public Domain
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.
Paulo Coelho
hbw :)
The barracks were built between 1717 and 1721 by Nicholas Hawksmoor for the Board of Ordnance to protect the town during the Jacobite risings. The work, which involved two parallel blocks of military accommodation, was supervised by Captain Thomas Phillips. An additional block was added between 1739 and 1741. After the Napoleonic Wars the barracks were abandoned but put back into use in the 1850s.
Following the Childers Reforms, the barracks became the depot of the King's Own Scottish Borderers, who arrived from Fulford Barracks in July 1881. The regiment moved out of the barracks in 1963 and they are now maintained by English Heritage.
Nicholas Hawksmoor was an English architect. He was a leading figure of the English Baroque style of architecture in the late-seventeenth and early-eighteenth centuries
This, too, is from our own personal garden. It's my husband that has the green thumb! He just loves making his garden just shine! These Clematis were so big and beautiful, I couldn't resist grabbing a few pics! Hope you enjoy!
Spanaway, WA
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At night, the park is free from noise and fuss, does not look like itself, and it seems that a lone passerby steps cautiously, frightened by the sound of his own steps.
Ночью парк свободен от шума и суеты, не похож сам на себя и, кажется, что одинокий прохожий ступает осторожно, пугаясь звука собственных шагов.
Парк «Володимирська гірка». Київ. Україна.
I know this is a sad song for Valentine's Day but.....I actually find it very romantic. Haven't we all been here? And sometimes.......we get what we want. I know I did. :)
"On My Own" by Frances Ruffelle
On my own, pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him 'til morning
Without him, I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me
In the rain, the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
in the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me, forever and forever
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.
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.
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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
With the strange winter weather we have been experiencing in the midwest this year so far,migrating geese have seemed a little confused on what to do...join the crowd or go your own way?
Uploaded for sliders sunday-I haven't seen a green sky for awhile-have a great holiday season everyone!
[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
Every sunset has its own beauty. Sometimes it's the clouds that make the scene spectacular. Sometimes it's the sun that dives into the sea. Sometimes it's just the warmth you get from the colors and the feeling that you are the viewer of one of nature's most spectacular sights. You don't have to think about composition rules, settings and POVs. The beauty is there.. All you have to do is hit the shutter speed and forget about the rest.. chances are that you just captured something amazing.
Walking under a high grove. On your own. ..look up and along. Listen to them as they observe you passing
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Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don't frighten me at all
Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn't frighten me at all.
I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won't cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don't frighten me at all.
That new classroom where
Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls
They don't frighten me at all.
Don't show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I'm afraid at all
It's only in my dreams.
I've got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
by Maya Angelou
“The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.” — Silvertris
Hi everyone... I want to give your wonderful guys and gals an update... although I still struggle with chronic pain on a daily basis, some days are better than others. I still cannot shoot like I was used to... stooping, bending over, sitting on the ground, etc as is necessary to shoot macro, still isn't possible for me. For now, I must be content to (re)edit and (re)publish shots in my archives.
If you are in a position to help, I have setup an account to accept donations, even as little as the price of a coffee. Anything would be greatly appreciated. See my "About" page on Flickr for the link. Thank you. www.flickr.com/people/jax_chile/
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