"Sometimes I wonder where I've been

Who I am, do I fit in

Make belivin' is hard alone,

Out here on my own

We're always provin' who we are

Always reachin' for that risin' star

To guide me far and shine me home,

Out here on my own.

Out here on my own, on my own."

(Nikka Costa, On My Own)

One from the archives

Daiju visited the master Baso in China. Baso asked: "What do you seek?"

"Enlightenment," replied Daiju.

"You have your own treasure house. Why do you search outside?" Baso asked.

Daiju inquired: "Where is my treasure house?"

Baso answered: "What you are asking is your treasure house."

Daiju was enlightened! Ever after he urged his friends: "Open your own tresure house and use those treasures."

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Pavilion with a stale vine (fragment), Mevazeret-Zion,

Israel. Taken 02 December,2006

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A ROLE MODEL IN THE FLESH PROVIDES MORE THAN INSPIRATION, HIS OR HER EXISTENCE IS CONFIRMATION OF POSSIBILITIES THAT ONE MAY HAVE EVERY REASON TO ERASE DOUBT AND SAY, "YES SOMEONE LIKE ME CAN DO THIS TOO"

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, THIS IS YOUR MOMENT, OWN IT!

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your own mind is attached, pain will come after, if the mind is free from circumstances, joy will come after.

Have a great day and stay well, my friends 😊😊

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Tune

Each in their own little coccoon

Own photo+photoshop

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(Own work)

Museum van Bommel van Dam, the museum for modern and contemporary art in North Limburg, is presenting an anniversary exhibition this fall of the realistic painter Evert Thielen (1954), born in Venlo. For over 50 years, he has been making extremely detailed paintings and meter-high polyptychs with self-made paint and gives his own twist to classical genres.

Museum van Bommel van Dam, hét museum voor moderne en hedendaagse kunst van Noord-Limburg, pakt dit najaar uit met een jubileumtentoonstelling van de realistische, in Venlo geboren schilder Evert Thielen (1954). Al ruim 50 jaar maakt hij uiterst gedetailleerde schilderijen en metershoge veelluiken met zelfbereide verf en geeft hij een eigen draai aan klassieke genres.

(From my own photos archive, 2022)

Remains of the vault of the Church of San Martín de Tours in the town of Belchite.

Belchite is a town in the province of Zaragoza, autonomous region of Aragon, Spain.

At the end of the bloody Spanish civil war (1936-1939), which was the prologue to the Second World War, it became a symbol of the cruelty of war by order of General Franco.

The bloody fighting that took place here, house by house, with several changes of hands throughout the war, had a more political than strategic purpose, with a great cost of human lives and military resources.

General Franco's decision to turn it into a symbol of the cruelty of war, led to the order not to restore the damaged city and to build a "new" city.

But the truth is that the real damage, which is the cause of the current state of the "old" city, was caused from 1964, when the tenants of the last inhabited houses moved to the new Belchite.

From that moment on, the ruins of the houses, completely unprotected, were looted to take recyclable materials, as well as scrap metal, pipes, cables...

The lack of materials that provided support for the old buildings caused collapses.

The inclement weather, the lack of respect of the people in general and the lack of interest of the national authorities to at least preserve what exists, lead us to the current state.

In reality, the fighting during the war had only caused 30% of the damage.

Restoration campaigns are being carried out on the most significant buildings that are still standing.

The entire area is now fenced and protected and visits can only be guided, which are coordinated by the local authority.

The concept of a "Theme Park" came too late.

This ruined church of Saint Martin of Tours was used as a hospital, but was systematically bombed when word spread that weapons and ammunition were stored there.

Given the state of this ruined city, many films and documentaries have been shot, including "The Adventures of Baron Munchausen" directed by Terry Gilliam (1988) and "Pan's Labyrinth" directed by Guillermo del Toro (2005). (Source: Wikipedia)

RESTOS DE LA BOVEDA DE LA IGLESIA, 2022

(Del archivo de mis propias fotos, 2022)

Restos de la bóveda de la Iglesia de San Martín de Tours de la localidad de Belchite.

Belchite es un pueblo en la provincia de Zaragoza, región autónoma de Aragón, España.

Al terminar la sangrienta guerra civil española (1936-1939), que fue el prólogo de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, se convirtió por orden del General Franco en símbolo de la crueldad de la guerra.

Los cruentos combates que se celebraron aquí, casa por casa, con varios cambios de manos a lo largo de la guerra, tenían una finalidad más política que estratégica, con gran coste de vidas humanas y recursos militares.

La decisión del General Franco de convertirla en un símbolo de la crueldad de la guerra, provocó la orden de no restaurar la ciudad dañada y construir una ciudad "nueva".

Pero lo cierto es que los auténticos destrozos, que son los causantes del estado actual de la ciudad "vieja" se provocaron a partir de 1964, cuando los inquilinos de las últimas casa habitadas se trasladaron a la nueva Belchite.

A partir de ese momento las ruinas de las casas, totalmente desprotegidas, fueron saqueadas para llevarse materiales reciclables, así como chatarra, tuberías, cables...

La falta de los materiales que aportaban apoyo a las viejas construcciones provocaron derrumbamientos.

Las inclemencias meteorológicas, la falta de respeto de la gente en general y la falta de interés de las autoridades nacionales por al menos preservar lo existente, nos llevan al estado actual.

En realidad, los combates de la guerra sólo habían causado el 30% de los daños.

Se están llevando campañas de restauración de los edificios más significativos que aún quedan en pie.

Todo el recinto está ahora vallado y protegido y las visitas sólo pueden ser guiadas, que son coordinadas por la autoridad local.

El concepto de "Parque Temático" llegó demasiado tarde.

Esta arruinada iglesia de San Martín de Tours fue usada como hospital, pero sistemáticamente bombardeada, al correrse la voz de que allí se almacenaba armamento y munición.

Dado el estado de esta ciudad arruinada, se han rodado múltiples películas y documentales, entre las que destacan "Las Aventuras del Barón de Munchausen", dirigida por Terry Gilliam (1988) y "El Laberinto del Fauno" dirigida por Guillermo del Toro (2005). (Fuente: Wikipedia)

They say animals aren't aware of their own mortality, but Loki knew.

You can own an acre, but not what it grows. -Father John Misty

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DOUX - Alaska hairstyle

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“Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them – a mother’s approval, a father’s nod – are covered by moments of their own accomplishments.

It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.” —Mitch Albom

Real People Series - candid street portraits

All photos my own taken with Canon 6D

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Song

Coming Soon To Enchantment !

Carefree In That Dress - In A World Of My Own Blog Post

... GRAPES from my green garden ...

"... when we hardly work, hands speak of us...

what magic to touch the result of our own work is.....!!!

Every season has its own particular colours, not just the leaves on the trees, but also the flowers, animals, food, Fashion, even humans...

Chrysanthemum: the big blooms often duo toned, collectively known as kotengiku or antique chrysanthemums.

A beautiful top view of the 'heart', the center, from where all the gold and red glory unfolds

Still a touch of the vibrant red and green of Summer and already the paler golds of Autumn.

Autumn is a season tinged with the beauty of colours and yet also with some nostalgia...

Another Summer gone, the 'dark' months upon us, with the season of light nearing!

Something to look forward to!

Have a blooming day and Autumn, thanks for your comments, M, (*_*)

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Serco-Northlink operated ferry (owned by Macbraynes/Scottish government) arriving through Hoy Sound, passing Hoy High Lighthouse on the island of Graemsay filmed from the point of Ness Stromness as she enters Stromness harbour.

At 3.16 the Hamnavoe sounds the letter N -. on her horn as she enters Stromness, this is an old tradition which goes back to the North of Scotland Orkney & Shetland, Steam Navigation Company who were the first to to sound the N -. on their ships horn as they approached harbour and with Northlink being the modern day operator of the route, they decided to restart the old tradition.

While few people realize it, the ARR does own trackage outside the Last Frontier. Not much though!

The ARR owns the barge slip on Harbor Island in Seattle that they use as their interchange point to the UP and BNSF and the greater North American rail network. The ownership is actually 50/50 with Seaspan Corp (a Washington Group company) although Seaspan has never used the slip. Over time ARR’s ownership stake gradually rises since they presently pay for all maintenance and upkeep on the structure. ARR’s trackage ends adjacent the nose of the unit (hence the ARR logo on the sign) meaning the railroad owns about one car length on solid ground.

UP Seattle based yard crew YSE51R is seen here beginning the process of stripping the weekly barge that has arrived from the 49th State. Three barges owned and operated by Alaska Railbelt Marine (a member of the Lynden family of companies) are constantly cycling between Seattle and Whittier, AK carrying railcars on 8 tracks and containers stacked three high in the racks above. They are truly marvels of modern logistics!

Since the ARR owns no yard trackage in Seattle and has no locomotives of its own with which to switch the barge, the UP provides this service since it is the railroad that owns the connecting rails on Harbor Island. At the time this yard assignment was normally just a two man RCL crew, but on barge days an engineer was called and the barge is worked by a conventional three man crew.

In this view the UP crew has reached in with their handle (in order to keep the locomotive off the slip itself) consisting of a covered hopper and three old cabooses to begin pulling cars off the southbound ARMS voyage 1023 (the 23rd sailing of 2010). This particular barge is the Fairbanks Provider built by Gunderson in 2001 it is 420 ft long and 100 ft wide with 3190 linear feet of track on the deck and a dead weight of 15,300 tons.

Harbor Island

Seattle, Washington

Monday June 21, 2010

Numerous lakes I have seen, and some are very spectacular. Lake Balaton is one of them. I had heard of the name, that sounds somewhat mystical to me (don't know why, but maybe for that reason it is mystical).

We were lucky because the weather that morning was fantastic, and Lake Balaton showed its immense turquoise color. Main reason for it, Balaton is rather shallow. The picture was taken from the hillside town Tihany, nice but also very touristic.

A month ago I came back from my journey over a part of the Silk Road to and through Central Asia. 4 months of traveling through 14 countries (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Iran) before I flew home from Teheran. An impressive journey in countries that are extremely beautiful, with lovely and welcoming people and diverse cultures and history.

Intense traveling with more than 20000 kilometers in our mobile home on sometimes roads that hardly could be called that way. We saw many villages and cities (some wonderful, others very ugly), countries that are transforming from the old Soviet era into something more related to older cultures and the way people live, often funded by oil readily available around the Caspian sea. We saw the amazing mountains south of the Black Sea, the wonderful Caucasus, and the high mountains in the far east close to China with peaks over 7000 meter, and not to forget the (Bulgarian) Alps!

We crossed the great steppe of Kazakhstan. a drive of at least 5000 km, the remnants of lake Aral, once one of the biggest lakes of the world, saw a rocket launch from Baikonur (this little part is Russian owned), we crossed many high mountains passes, and drove the breathtaking canyon that comes from the Pamir, beginning at ca 4500 meter, and going down for ca. 400km to an altitude of 1300 meter, driving for 100's of kilometers along the Afghan border.

And then the numerous lakes with all sorts of different colors from deep cobalt blue to turquoise, and one rare spectacle in Turkmenistan where a gas crater is burning already for more than 40 years. And finally and certainly not the least to mention an enormous amount of wonderful, hospitable and welcoming people. The woman often dressed in wonderful dresses, and bringing a lot of color in the streets of almost of all countries we visited.

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Roseate Spoonbill

The Roseate Spoonbill (Platalea ajaja) - sometimes placed in its own genus Ajaja - is a gregarious wading bird of the ibis and spoonbill family, Threskiornithidae. It is a resident breeder in South America mostly east of the Andes, and in coastal regions of the Caribbean, Central America, Mexico, the Gulf Coast of the United States, and from central Florida's Atlantic coast at Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, adjoined with NASA Kennedy Space Center at least as far north as South Carolina's Huntington Beach State Park.

For more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roseate_spoonbill

The Cornell Lab: www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Roseate_Spoonbill/overview

To quote John Hiatt from his song Missing Pieces:

"I spent all day looking at a leaf/

I know my time here is brief."

This little Ball Dahlia with its honeycomb of tightly rolled petals could contain worlds.

My favorite from the incredible Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens, and picking one favorite is almost impossible!

Pismo Beach, CA

10-15-22

Processed: 03/15/24

A drone photo taken above Pismo Beach in October 2022. A version of this view taken a few moments later and not showing as much of the shoreline was my favorite of my own images taken in 2022. I didn't even notice the lenticular clouds when I was taking the photos, near sunset, on an overnight trip to Pismo Beach.

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this kid enjoying it's life in it's own world

this image has been taken in a busy mall at Petronas twin towers at Kl , Malaysia.

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Left to my own devices

credits

My own painting, a watercolour, digitally processed

own texture

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Reach out and touch faith

My own personal Jesus

Someone to hear your prayers

Someone who cares

My own personal Jesus

Someone to hear my prayers

Someone who's there

Feeling unknown

And i'm all alone

Flesh and bone

... ground you walk on and let no one walk all over you.

D E T A I L S

My house is built on hallowed ground and land that was reclaimed from the sea. It suits the essence of me and calms my spirit to walk in my garden knowing that it was left for many years, an abandoned place until the house was built and the stony and sandy ground where nothing much grew except ancient plants; wild flowers that blew in on the wind. Then someone planted trees from all four corners of the earth and plants that should not have survived began to flourish as if the roots of these trees breathed new life into the earth. There have been only a few guardians of this magical place and I am honoured to be the current guardian. At first I tried to plant what I liked; tried to enforce my will on this holy place, but in time I realised something … you cannot force a garden to grow; to bend to your will. A garden evolves slowly over time of it's own accord mostly and we, as guardians, should allow it to guide us. In this way I have found peace and happiness here and I embrace the changes of my ever-evolving garden. I seldom buy anything new to plant. I wait for the winds; I wait for the seasons; I witness the changes and I grow and evolve as a person in much the same way as my garden does. It is a joy to anticipate each new season; each new wind; and to see what appears. There is always something unexpected appearing. Life is full of surprises; of serendipitous moments. I wonder sometimes about these old trees. I think whoever planted them was guided and perhaps the garden welcomed the dappled shade on what once was a desert. Certainly I feel myself sometimes directed to introduce a new species. Perhaps I am guided also by a hand that I cannot fathom. We are not meant to understand everything. If we allow ourselves to just be, we may find, without effort, how our path unfolds with relative ease. I have found this to be the case. All those years of struggle and now I can just let go … it really is that easy to be content.

p.s. I was compelled reluctantly to remove a Laburnum tree that I thought might be harmful to my cats. I had always wanted such a tree with it's beautiful yellow flowers … but in it's place a Forsythia grew with a profusion of yellow flowers. I did not plant it! Magic? Yes, I believe so! : 0)

“I like gardening. It’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. “

– Alice Sebold

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IN ABANDONED PLACES - Raison d'Etre

Please enjoy the unique experience of this video.

Lieber Rolf, ich denke du wirst diesen Film zu schätzen wissen! : 0)

“We leave our footprints in a place to mingle with the echoes of all that went before; our heartbeats; our rhythm; the patterns of our lives.” - AP

I wander in the wilderness

my garden of delights

a jungle by the turquoise sea

a land so flat; the moon at night

shines down with silvery fingers

and touches the ground with magical spells

and come the breaking dawn of morning

all ills are banished and all is well

the dark and mysterious creatures

who loiter in the dusk

emerge in brilliant sunshine

with all-seeing eyes; an elephant tusk

protrudes and scythes the longest grasses

parts the meadow like the ancient sea

leaving behind a trail of crimson

flowers of sorrel and sweet harmony

reigns here as the King of the Jungle

seeks solace in the afternoon siesta

ignores the urban sounds outside

these walls; these trees; a back-firing Fiesta

alerts the songbirds from their idle rest

they flitter and flutter from tree to tree

and as I lie within the striped hammock

I swing and sing low to the sound of the breeze

a mist arises suddenly; springs up from the sea

settles a cloak; an air of mystery

around the shoulders of myself and the limbs

of the ancient trees as I sip my Pimms

I can barely keep my eyes from closing

the warmth of the air so cloying and deep

I find myself falling gently to the humming of bees

as I lapse now into a soundless sleep

I awake to find the blue sky black

lit by a billion diamonds or more

an infinite guide is laid out before me

the wisdom of ancient celestial stars of yore

some say when we see them

they have already died

long ago before our ancestors

what does this imply

do our eyes deceive us

or are we psychic or perhaps

we are more knowledgeable than we realise

all we need falls easily into our laps

but still we often ignore

the instincts that are given

override them; divide them

dilute them; we're driven

to only see clearly to the end of our noses

we fail to stop often to smell the scent of the roses

take stock; stand still

absorb the nature of all living things

for in this garden I discovered

nature brings happiness and happiness brings

peace of mind; plentiful bounty

the sweetest fruits of the earth

the love that will bind us

circumnavigate the world's girth

here I find every day all that I need

the flora; the fauna; all that set seed

and I've no desire to be anywhere else

as much as I desire to be here

in this garden full of Heaven

there is love; there is goodness that I hold dear

from the humblest of creatures

find the beauty in a fly

sing so loud like a blackbird

view the world through a child's eyes.

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My artwork is a blend of 4 of my photographs taken in my garden

His.... only his....

I'd forgotten the time love didn't frighten me

Being careful with my trust

Now we're together you keep reminding me

It's not you, it's not me, it's us

If you never try, you'll never know

Life ain't as easy as the sayings go

It ain't always perfect, but with you it is

I'm not sure if it's worth it

But I could get used to this

The way we talk and all you give

I could get used to this (I could get used to this)

The way I feel when we kiss

I could get used to this (I could get used to this)

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Used to this

This

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Used to this

I don't know if it's too close too quick

I need time to adjust

And you had showed me that we both have to take the risk

For you, for me, for us

If you never try (If you), you'll never know (Know)

Life ain't as easy as the sayings go

It ain't always perfect, but with you it is

So tell me it's worth it

But I could get used to this

The way we talk and all you give

I could get used to this (I could get used to this)

The way I feel when we kiss

I could get used to this (I could get used to this)

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Used to this

This

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Oh, I could get used to this

And it took the longest time to admit

That I know that you're the one, I'm so certain

And I finally felt what I have been missing

It's this, it's this (Ooh)

The way we talk and all you give

I could get used to this (I could get used to this)

The way I feel when we kiss

I could get used to this (I could get used to this)

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Used to this

This

Get used to

This

Get used to

This

Used to this

Location: Lobster Cove Head Lighthouse, Rocky Harbour, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada.

Caption: If you want character, history, and storytelling, this lighthouse has it all. The views are a bonus! Many of the lighthouse keepers’ children were born in the living room, which served as a refuge for shipwrecked sailors housed and cared for by the lighthouse keeper’s family. In particular I was surprised to see a WW2 German U Boat that was photographed from the lighthouse. At the time, U Boats were sinking allied ships along the eastern seaboard. Some of the character, community survival skills, and practical wisdom is evident in this excerpt from earlier times before the lighthouse was built:

Quotation: 1889, G.C. Fearn, the member of the legislative assembly for the district that included Lobster Cove, reported, "Each inhabitant of Rocky Harbour contributed a pint of oil each week to help fuel a light kept by a local fisherman in his own home. Fearn's constituents felt they merited a stronger light provided by the government, and one resident even volunteered to keep it. "A stately old dame," Fearn wrote, "has offered to keep the lighthouse (when erected) free of salary and, said she, 'You may be sure, it will always be burning, for I have my three boys on the banks.' "

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The trombone seem to go forever and Charlotte is using every bit of it to make a wonderful music. I first seen her at 17 and now, at a ripe old age of 21, she leads her own band (or 2) and plays almost everyday of the week in one of the local clubs after a summer of playing in the parks and streets of Toronto.

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Ogni volta che si perdeva,

guardava le stelle

e prendeva coraggio.

Massimo Gramellini

C'è sempre un momento particolare, quando vado a guardare le stelle, che io chiamo il buio amico. E' quel momento in cui spegni la luce della pila, o i fari della macchina o qualsiasi fonte luminosa... e aspetti. Aspetti che dal buio emergano le ombre. Che dalle ombre emergano le sagome delle cose... fino a quando, irresistibilmente, alzo gli occhi al cielo.

Ecco che. come un riflesso condizionato, l'occhio si mette a cercare dei punti di riferimento... qualche costellazione a cui dare un nome, per capire dove ci si trova.

Appena ciò accade, l'animo si riempie della luce delle stelle.

Ci si sente di nuovo a casa.

Anzi, fuori di casa.. sotto uno dei tanti cieli. Quello è il mio Spazio, my own Space.

Autoscatto, posa 25 secondi, 15mm, isola di La Rèunion, strada per Hell-bourg

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Some nice things happen in your own front yard.