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the yellow-billed spoonbill (Platalea flavipes)
The question is:
How does the spoonbill make a little fish jump into its open mouth?
A biologist's answer is:
The answer lies in its extraordinary spoon.
The spoonbill's answer is:
How? The good Lord knows. I just do it.
Composition in landscape photography is less about fixed rules and more about attentive questioning. It is a process of looking, listening, and deciding how a... Read the full article
Composition in landscape photography is less about fixed rules and more about attentive questioning. It is a process of looking, listening, and deciding how a... Read the full article
Meg is the latest addition to the house, a 1710 piece Lego construction that Joseph gave to me as a present and helped to put together last night.
She's seen here being checked out by Yan who got a Dreamies treat as his reward.
“La question ne se pose pas. Elle en est absolument incapable : il y a trop de vent.”
Boris Vian
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A volte bastano pochi secondi ed una foto apparentemente da cestinare viene salvata dal primissimo raggio di Sole della giornata che decide di illuminare proprio il treno, mentre la nebbia che nascondeva ogni cosa alla vista si dissolve all'improvviso per rimanere solo quel tanto che basta ad impreziosire la scena.
I found him in Luxembourg, playing his viol da gamba, a chinese viola with 2 strings. My question was, why he is looking so despaired...
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On se pose souvent la question C’est quoi l’amour ? il m’a fallu bien des années avant d’en avoir un avant-goût. Il m’a fallu trainer dans ce monde, à errer souvent sans but précis, sans objectif à part celui de subsister dans un univers hostile. L’humanité à toujours été étrange à mes yeux, et un jour, il y a 5 ans de ça j’ai vu une lueur… Mais voila l’amour il a son timing il m’a fallu attendre un peu avant que tu partages ma vie. Il y a 3 ans tout me menait à toi, et nous avons succombés ensemble à une grande aventure. Partagé nos destins, nos chemins, et là j’ai cru en l’humanité. J’ai trouvé le but de de ma vie et tous mes objectifs se centraient sur toi. Merci à la femme que tu es, tu m’as sauvé de par ton amour et tu me tiens la main chaque jour. Je te dois mes espoirs, ma force, tu m’as donné la stabilité dont j’avais besoin. Tu es la femme qui comble chaque vide que la vie à laisser. Merci pour ces 3 ans qui sont passés comme un coups de vent. Merci pour tout ce bel amour que nous partageons. Tu es ma vie, mon amour.
Question Marks and Eastern Commas were "puddling" on a "leaky" maple that dripped water and sap from holes sapsuckers had drilled into the trunk.
These species fly here on warm days in the winter.
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Title: 'Agreeable friends
they ask no questions;
they pass no criticisms.' George Elliot
Year: 2015
Location: Port Lincoln Marina, South Australia
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A nugget from Augustine's The City of God (finished 426 AD), on the never out-of-date question of why bad things happen to good people.
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Les trompe-l'œil de Bernard Gout à Sainte-Marie-de-la-Mer Village.
En parallèle à son travail de peinture de chevalet, il réalise des peintures murales et des trompe-l’œil, sur commande en intérieur comme à l’extérieur.
Né à Perpignan en 1952.
Passionné depuis l’enfance par l’expression graphique, il trouve son équilibre dans la peinture.
Autodidacte, il suit un cheminement fait de hasard, de mystère, de surprises et d’émotions… construisant imperturbablement la cohérence d’un monde parallèle à sa mesure.
Ses modèles, des objets venus d’horizons les plus divers qui se côtoient et s’imbriquent dans son atelier et sont à l’origine d’expérimentations en séries.
Son attirance pour “tout” disperse sa recherche mais ce cheminement concrétise bien les questionnements de l’artiste.
Son expression murale, quant à elle répond à la commande de particuliers, d’entreprises ou de services publics et rajoute à la diversité de sa production.
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That question was heard several times on our drive through a handful of small towns in Western Pa. on Saturday. When we told people it was a Lamborghini they all said "oh yeah". It's a lot of fun introducing people to the Aventador and seeing there reaction as our group of exotics drove by.
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Le courage, l'incompréhension, le défi, la tristesse, la peur et pleins d'autres sentiments marquent souvent le regard des gens. Mais que peut-on lire dans les sentiments de cet escargot ?
Entre nous, j'en ai chié pour n'avoir que les deux yeux nets au même moment, mon regard devait être agacé 😅
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After seeing all these superb images from you folks I decided to take the leap, or should I say, GO BIG and get shot out of a cannon!!
Honestly there are some freaking magnificent work on this theme of under the Big Top Lost Unicorn Gallery, super impressive!
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I humbly present "The Show Must Go On (2)" the 2nd of my two frames.
For our tune we I dug this trippy song written and preformed by Leo Sayer circa 1973. I do also dig the 3 Dog Night version!
Embrace The Love! ☮️❤️☮️
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PS: I want to to thank my good friend Sia Aurora for the gift of this bad ass helmet, which was my starting block as I built this concept!
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🎶[The Show Must Go On (Leo Sayer)] 🎶
🎶[The Show Must Go On (Leo Sayer intro by George Carlin! )] 🎶
🎶[The Show Must Go On (Three Dog Night)] 🎶
Baby, although I chose this lonely life
It seems it's strangling me now
All the wild men, big cigars, gigantic cars
They're all laughing at me now
Oh I've been used
I've been taken for a fool, oh what a fool
I broke all the rules
But I won't let the show go on
Baby look there's an enormous crowd of people
And they're all after my blood
I wish maybe they'd tear down the walls
Of this theatre and let me out, let me out
Oh I've been so blind
I've wasted time
Wasted, wasted, oh so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire
But I won't let the show go on
Oh I've been so blind
I've wasted time
Wasted, wasted, oh so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire
But I won't let the show go on
Baby I wish you'd help me escape
And help me get away
Leave me outside my address
Far away from this masquerade
I've been so used I've been so abused
I've been a fool I broke all the rules
I've been so used oh and abused
But I won't let the show go
I said I won't let the show oh
Won't let the show go on
- Leo Sayer
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It's Not A Debate of Policy, It Is A Question Of Morality
Why are the worst of us killing the best of us?
I find it interesting a certain name that rhymes with C*nt is mentioned in the Epstein Files 38,000 times and Jesus name is only mention 1273 in the Bible...... I do love me sum Fun Facts
FYI I will not go quietly go into the darkness
Day 395.........1065 Days Of Suck To Go ......
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With the rumours of the potential demise of Flickr I have been giving some thought to where I might find another place like it ... and I don't have a good answer.
Flickr has been (and hopefully will remain) a place to share and to be inspired unlike any other place I have encountered in 'cyber-space.' Although I have been critical of many of the changes that have been made to the site over the years (and complementary to other changes) I have remained a steadfast participant on an almost daily basis for close to 10 years now. Why? It's simple really ... because of the people I have 'met' here. Many good and some great photographers yes .... but much more importantly many good and some truly great people who ... although we will likely never meet face-to-face ... have been an almost daily part of my life in a small but important way. Flickr managed somehow to successfully mimic a true community and achieved just about the right mix of intensity and casualness of interaction that allows a truly international and marvelously varied group of individuals with a common interest to connect in a very human and supportive way!
To all my Flickr friends (you know who you are) ... without Flickr as a connector we are in real danger of 'losing touch.' I promise I am not a sentimental (old) fool ... I might be rightly accused of being old but I doubt I have ever been tagged as 'sentimental.' I have thoroughly enjoyed our sometimes daily, sometimes weekly, and sometimes less often 'meetings' over the years and don't want to see it gone. The solution escapes me for the moment ... suggestions?
Please feel free to share this 'question' that I pose ... no doubt in the vast number of connections that we have collectively made there is someone with a bright idea. I hope the discussion goes viral and in-so-doing Flickr gets recognized as a worthy 'meeting place' that can be sustained and maybe even made profitable?
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P.S. I don't think Facebook is the answer. :)
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Shiny eggs? Maybe broken balls from a bagatelle or a pinball machine. Why there are so many is a good question. Perhaps it's where pachinco balls go to dei.
AMSTERDAM Light Festival - Quizvraag: wat is het wereldrecord verspringen? Run Beyond van Angelo Bonello lokt die vraag uit, want de sprong die de man in dit werk maakt, lijkt onmogelijk ver. Het sleutelwoord daarbij is ‘lijkt’. Want, vindt Bonello, niets is onmogelijk als je het maar graag genoeg wil. Run Beyond is een werk dat gaat over de sprong die we in ons leven allemaal moeten maken: de sprong naar de vrijheid. Welke vrijheid zegt Bonello er niet bij, dat is aan de toeschouwer om uit te maken.
Amsterdam Light Festival - Quiz question: what is the world record long jump? Run Beyond by Angelo Bonello lures that question, because the jump that the man in this work is, seems an impossible distance. The key word here is ' seems '. Because, Bonello, nothing is impossible if you but gladly enough will. Run Beyond is a work that deals with the lead that we all need to make in our lives: the jump to freedom. What freedom says Bonello is not listed, that's up to the Viewer to decide.
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Il est sur la route.
Cette triste route que l'on nomme la route des migrants...Je ne sais pas par quelles épreuves il est passé. Il vient de Guinée, il est jeune... Je ne sais rien de lui mais j'ai apprécié son sourire, notre échange si court soit il. Une halte à Bayonne pour repartir mais où? Quel sera son futur?
Je me questionne et finalement c'est un luxe que lui n'a peut être pas.
Il s'appelle Lansana.
Thank you all of you for your visits, comments, will continue to catch up slowly :-)
from rilke: “try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. do not look for the answers. they cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. it is a question of experiencing everything. at present you need to live the question. perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer.”
It might not be the most upmarket place we’ve stayed in this year, but George (presumably Anglicized for the overwhelmingly British clientele) and his team have given us a very warm welcome. The apartment is comfortable and clean and we don’t ask for more than that. If George is slightly disappointed that we don’t spend quite as much time or money at the hotel bar as most of his guests, he doesn’t show it. Maybe my rapturous approval of the house Village Salad has put a big mark in the credit column for the occupants of room sixty-six. But we prefer to explore a holiday destination rather than lounge about by the pool ordering pints of Mythos all day. Besides which, Ali only drinks water. Hot water or cold water are the only two beverages she needs in life. People don’t believe her at first - they think she’s just being polite. No really - no tea, no coffee, definitely no juice or sugary fizzy pop (you should see her face when I pour a glass of orange juice in the morning), and no alcohol either. I make up for these shortfalls - except for the fizzy pop. I don’t drink that stuff either. I’m quite keen on the Mythos though. Especially the way it’s served in frozen glasses. I’ve taken to putting my own beer glasses in the ice box for an hour before pouring one back at the apartment in the evenings.
Our holiday rep is young, shy and giggly. She’s also Swedish. I was in Sweden less than two weeks ago, and at the bar, as I pay for my Village Salad, I bore the poor girl to sleep about my adventures in her homeland. She agrees that the west coast is a beautiful part of the country. In turn I agree that we’re having a lovely time here in Rhodes. She grins. I think it’s the last time we’ll stay in a place like this though. For years we booked everything independently, but after the pandemic, and just so we could blame everything on the operator when things went wrong, we returned to the traditional package holiday. But it’s not really our thing. Neither of us like mixing with other people, and we really don’t need to be entertained in the evenings. We much prefer the sound of the cicadas at night to what we’re being served with here. So far we’ve been treated to Whitney Houston, Bob Marley, Lionel Richie, Billy Ocean, Rihanna, Wilson Pickett and Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. All of this as we sit out on the balcony each evening, whether we like it or not. Obviously not the actual artists. How much do you think we paid for this holiday? Besides which it wouldn’t be possible as a number of them aren’t with us anymore. What’s interesting is that all of the performers come from South Africa. We think it’s the same people coming back every two or three nights, each time wearing different wigs. The quizmaster isn’t from South Africa though. Essex I reckon. He was still reading out the questions after midnight the other evening. The majority of the other guests are several years older than us. Exactly how many Rihanna songs are they familiar with? I only know two and I’m a mere stripling compared to most of them. The artists are very versatile. They usually lapse into Earth Wind and Fire or Heatwave after they’ve played the only three songs that anyone knows. Two if it’s Rihanna. Nobody seems to notice.
And competing with all of this is the din from the bar just across the way. To my horror, someone in charge of the jukebox has just faded out Mark Knopfler’s legendary guitar break from “The Sultans of Swing,” the only thing that has quite literally been music to my ears as we sit out here on the balcony in the dark. Because apparently it’s karaoke night. And the most important thing about being a karaoke performer is that you need to be tone deaf. Take the hen party that’s shouting the words of Paul Heaton over the microphone. More like an Imperfect Ten really. I sigh and open the Booking.com app. I noticed there were some apartments in a village up in the hills near the Seven Springs that we visited the other day. Next time we’ll do it all independently again, just like we used to.
To escape from all of this we’ve hired a car, just like we always do on these holidays. This time it’s a white Suzuki Celerio with a squeaky clutch pedal and a remote key fob that has a dead battery. Mostly we turn right at the bottom of our road, heading along the strip and out of town towards wherever we’ve decided to retreat to. Each time we do this, our first hazard is a bend in the road that I’ve unaffectionately named Poo Pong corner, a reference to the fact that it evidently sits over the town’s sewage drain, and upon which someone has opened a restaurant called Flames. Oh the irony! Surely it would only take a lit cigarette on an especially noxious day for the Flames to go up in, well, flames? It never seems to be that busy there. I love Greek food, but not when there are competing aromas coming from a river of floating effluent just a few yards away that’s come from the inner workings of a couple of thousand overindulgent tourists.
Occasionally though, we turn left instead of right, and drive a mile or two down the road to the tiny beach at the edge of the next town. This is a little piece of the Greece we love, with quiet water lapping at the shoreline, the flat warm sea such a gentle contrast to the drama we’re used to at home. And one evening as the sun sunk over the hills in the west it delivered the first worthwhile picture. Strangely, taken along the holiday strip rather than in some remote wild area. Later, back on the balcony, as someone from the raucous bar squawked to everyone within a half mile radius that they were simply the best, I had a quick go at it on the little laptop that comes with me on every holiday these days. I decided to award myself a small glass of ouzo. And promptly changed my mind in favour of a slightly bigger one. I needed to do something to drown that karaoke out.
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A few weeks ago, I put a question out inquiring about interest in a Shenandoah National Park Flickr meetup in October. I was thrilled at how many people expressed an interest.
I got some great news today, with the unfortunate side effect of messing up the potential October meetup plans.
My brother is coming home from Iraq!!! I'm not sure what weekend, but it will be one of the last three weekends of October. I need to leave those weekends open, so I can be sure to be there to greet him.
Perhaps another local flickrite might take of the helm of planning? I know I'll still be in the park a lot shooting this fall, I just don't know exactly when.
That is the question. Thunderstorm June 17th, 2022. View previous image => for Not Cropped.
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Questione morale, poliziotti che sparano, ragazzini che per noia distruggono una stazione e genitori che li giustificano... se non fosse che oggi nevica..visto? un lato positivo, un barlume di speranza, c'è sempre..
"That's what the ox from the meat bridge could have told me" is used when an answer to a question is predictable or unsatisfactory.
"I might as well have told that to the ox on the meat bridge" means something like 'talking against a wall'.
Incorporate these two proverbs into your language from time to time and see which of your fellow human beings already know the story behind them. We're sure not too many
„Das hätte mir der Ochs von der Fleischbrücke auch sagen können“ wird verwendet, wenn eine Antwort auf eine Frage voraussehbar oder unbefriedigend ist.
„Das hätte ich genauso gut dem Ochs auf der Fleischbrücke erzählen können“ bedeutet in seinem Sinngehalt in etwa so viel wie ‚gegen eine Wand reden‘.
Bau diese beiden Sprichwörter doch mal gelegentlich in deinen Sprachgebrauch ein und schau, welcher deiner Mitmenschen die Geschichte dahinter bereits kennen. Wir sind uns sicher, nicht allzu viele