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2 Barney Rustles, 2 Thirsty ALs and a Bundle. Plus they threw in the large Crumpler Shopping Bag. One of the Thirsty ALs and Barney Rustles are for my brother
As the night grows dark and the stars shine bright,
There are noises outside the tent, in the stillness of the night.
A rustle in the leaves, a snap of a twig,
Sending shivers down your spine, making you wig.
Is it just the wind, or something more?
Your imagination races, your heart begins to soar.
You listen closely, holding your breath,
Trying to discern what's causing this eerie threat.
A hoot of an owl, a howl in the distance,
Or is it just your mind, playing tricks in persistence?
A crackle of branches, a scamper of paws,
The noises outside the tent, giving you pause.
A hushed whisper, a murmur in the air,
Are there footsteps approaching, is someone there?
Or is it just nature, going about its way,
In the wilderness at night, where creatures play.
Your mind races, your senses heightened,
The darkness outside, leaving you enlightened.
Is it danger lurking, or just nature's symphony?
You wonder, as you listen, with bated breath and trepidation, filled with curiosity.
But soon you realize, it's all part of the thrill,
The mystery of the night, a moment to fulfill.
You're safe inside the tent, snug and sound,
As the noises outside, slowly quiet down.
The night passes by, the dawn breaks anew,
The noises from outside the tent, bid adieu.
A reminder that nature is alive and free,
A symphony of sounds, for you to see.
So, embrace the mystery, let your imagination soar,
As you listen to the noises outside the tent's door.
For in the wilderness, where nature's wonders abound,
There's magic in the night, waiting to be found.
I heard the suspicious rustle of the ivy leaves high up the tree, but of course couldn't see the source. I took the camera out slowly and got it ready - meanwhile I had been spotted, and all was quiet. I knew he was observing me.
So I maxed the zoom, aimed at where I last heard movement from, and took my shot. The squirrel shouted something back, probably complaining about the flash.
the slightest of breezes sends a gentle rustle across the surface of the waters...what was a yellow reflection, now ripples grey.
faint whispers, the rustle of pages, somehow at once magnified and made distant by the recently restored dome. i could spend all day here. s'nice.
I became aware of him as he rustled through the leaves. He froze when he became aware of me.
"A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides-...
He likes a Boggy Acre A Floor too cool for Corn--
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot--
I more than once at Noon
Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone---..."
Emily Dickinson
NS #145 rustles the leaves as it passes the city park in Riverton behind a matched pair of SD60's. Note the two "PC" logos applied to the lead unit's nose.
Hi-res image reupload 5/3/2024
I heard a rustle just off one of the bush tracks I walked with my parents, and found a large goanna prowling through the grass. I stalked him through the scrub until he made his way up onto the track where I was able to eventually get in front of him and take snap some great shots...
1/500 | f8.0 | 300mm | ISO400 | Photoshop Duotoned
Did you hear that rustle of the leaves?
That was the moon speaking.
"Follow me," she said. And so I did.
I followed. I watched. I wondered.
It grew dark. She met me at the edge.
Exhausted, I curled into her curve and slept.
heard a rustle on the floor and spotted this fledgling, not really hidden well i have to say, saw it at RSPB Arne, Dorset
Harmonious Glade is a forest village where every breeze, every rustle of leaves, and every chirp of birds weaves together into an eternal melody.
The air hums with the whispers of the departed, their voices carried on the wind, blending seamlessly with the natural sounds of the forest. This is not a place of mourning but of peaceful remembrance.
Every path through the forest leads to sacred sites where the echoes of elven songs reverberate, paying tribute to those who have passed beyond. It is a place where time flows gently, where grief transforms into harmony, and where the memories of those who have transitioned beyond are carried forever.
A Shopping Region -
Sponsored by Harshlands & Belle Epoque
Region by Kadaj Yoshikawa & Janire Coba
This summer, sculptor Antony Gormley is creating an astonishing living monument. He is asking the people of the UK to occupy the empty Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square in London, a space normally reserved for statues of Kings and Generals. They will become an image of themselves, and a representation of the whole of humanity.
Every hour, 24 hours a day, for 100 days without a break, a different person will make the Plinth their own. If you're selected, you can use your time on the plinth as you like. One & Other is open to anyone and everyone from any corner of the UK. As long as you're 16 or over and are living or staying in the UK, you can apply to be part of this unforgettable artistic experiment.
You can play your part in making this idea a reality - either by volunteering yourself, by telling others about it, or by experiencing it online or in the square itself. I've applied but not been chosen - yet!
Apply here - www.oneandother.co.uk/
Harmonious Glade is a forest village where every breeze, every rustle of leaves, and every chirp of birds weaves together into an eternal melody.
The air hums with the whispers of the departed, their voices carried on the wind, blending seamlessly with the natural sounds of the forest. This is not a place of mourning but of peaceful remembrance.
Every path through the forest leads to sacred sites where the echoes of elven songs reverberate, paying tribute to those who have passed beyond. It is a place where time flows gently, where grief transforms into harmony, and where the memories of those who have transitioned beyond are carried forever.
A Shopping Region -
Sponsored by Harshlands & Belle Epoque
Region by Kadaj Yoshikawa & Janire Coba
Return to the quiet beach
unimportant things blow away in the wind
.
Sea surging through in the dunes
surf rustles the treetops
.
Here is room
to love
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I hear it playing in the swaying, music of the fiddleheads singing. It's a rushing rustle, brushes on the drumhead, soft sounds of spring coming alive. You wouldn't think they have much strength, but they pierce like spears through the forest floor, splitting through leaf litter like the frontline of an army. It's an incredible unraveling, like an old man stretching his back or a scroll rolled out on the table. You can read between the branches, bright green sparks crashing contrast through last year's brown and grey. I'm down in the dirt with muddy knees and a need to see life on the level. It's all up from here.
May 14, 2019
Beaconsfield, Nova Scotia
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I've always loved cattails, & this is my first shot of some. I liked the way the leaves
swayed & rustled in the wind just before taking this shot! Hope you like it =))
Listen to the rustle of the palm trees as you bask in the California sunshine at our heated North Tower pool, or relax after a long day in one of our soothing whirlpools.
Monday night tea - we had this couscous salad with some chicken and a lime and caper coleslaw that I rustled up
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