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Old-growth forest near Äntu lakes, Estonia. Created with Dynamic Auto Painter and Topaz Impression from my own photo
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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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.
Hair by Tram for Uber
Top by The Secret Store for Collabor88
Pose w/Prop by Indigo for The Pose Fair Market
Taken at The Bay so all landscaping done by my bb <3
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.
The National Trust owned beach of Gunwalloe sits at the base of the Lizard Peninsula. The beach consists of a stretch of golden sand backed by gently sloping grassy dunes.
Tucked away at the northern end is the church of St Winwaloe. Named after the early Breton missionary, it is unlike most churches in that the squat little bell tower is actually separate from the main church. The church is where the southern cove of the two that make up Gunwalloe beach gets its name. The second is known as Dollar Cove as there is reputed to be lost Spanish treasure there.
Gunwalloe sits outside the shelter of Mounts Bay and is quite exposed to the Atlantic swells. In fact, the little church was originally known as the Church of the Storms.
In order to capture the incoming storm, I had to stand with my back to the church. The building at the end of the headland was originally the Poldhu Hotel, built to house the workers at Matrconi’s wireless station in Poldhu Cove, around the headland. It is currently a care home.
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.
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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Own image - Daisy texture thanks to Diana Thorold
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...in the enormous spaces of Assynt. Suilven, Cul Mor, Cul Beag and the river Kirkaig.......The oldest rock formation, Lewisian Gneiss, creates a landscape of low hills and scattered lochans. Rising from this gneiss landscape are huge ‘islands’ of Torridonian sandstone (occasionally capped by quartzite) that resisted the erosive powers of the last Ice Age. These stubborn survivors form the iconic mountains that make the landscape here so distinctive.
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.
The roseate spoonbill is sometimes placed in its own genus - Ajaja. A 2010 study of mitochondrial DNA of the spoonbills by Chesser and colleagues found that the roseate and yellow-billed spoonbills were each other's closest relatives, and the two were descended from an early offshoot from the ancestors of the other four spoonbill species. They felt the genetic evidence meant it was equally valid to consider all six to be classified within the genus Platalea or alternatively the two placed in the monotypic genera Platibis and Ajaja, respectively. However, as the six species were so similar morphologically, keeping them within the one genus made more sense.[6]
Go find your own dead squirrel.
A couple of crows arguing over a scrap of squirrel fur in Mendocino, California.
Catbirds give the impression of being entirely slate gray. With a closer look you’ll see a small black cap, blackish tail, and a rufous-brown patch under the tail
Gray Catbirds are relatives of mockingbirds and thrashers, and they share that group’s vocal abilities, copying the sounds of other species and stringing them together to make their own song. including the catlike mewing responsible for its name.....a succession of musical and mechanical notes and phrases.
(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).
"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:
meshedgal.wordpress.com/2020/06/13/dancing-on-my-own/
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 - Texture thanks to Evelyn Flint
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Crow Hill Farm is just a couple of miles from our home. Its once of the prettiest farms around. Today, the owners had their own Farmers' Market at the farm (we bought some good-looking rib eye steaks from their own cattle for our dinner) and I was able to get this photo of Pokey perched on one of the farm's stone walls and I was able to get permission from the farmer to come back anytime for photos.
Own image processed in Topaz Studio 2 with a texture thanks to Birgitta Sjöstedt
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there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see :-)
Dorothea Lange
HGGT!
daffodils, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
Opened in 1855, the Romanshorn railway station is owned and operated by SBB-CFF-FFS. The locomotive shed and the signal boxes have been operated since 2003 by the Verein Historische Mittel-Thurgau-Bahn, and since 2005 also by the Stiftung Historisches Bahnhof-Ensemble Romanshorn, as Locorama, a railway world of experience. The historic signal gantry, the coaling stage and the water crane are also part of Locorama.
Gardens in West Sussex near Ardingly, run by Royal Botanical Gardens Kew. Land owned by The National Trust.
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.
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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
Own image taken in Hahndorf, South Australia - processed in DDG (Deep Dream Generator)
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