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My recollection is that these are a local subspecies in this area. I'll look it up and get back to you. This one looks like an exotic sea-creature -- and I love the wine-colored flower just opening. The whole "puff-ball_ is maybe 1.5 in (4 cm) in diameter. Lots of these out on our morning walk in the Spring WINDS. I trusted the forecaster and was underdressed!
Great Blue Heron in a watery environment.
From the same 2021 folder as the last photo - Another New Year's Eve photo!
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
William Wordsworth. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
My grandparents staircase built at the turn of the century (1900) which I've passed thousands of times . Graz . Styria . Austria . Europe
My grandparents staircase built at the turn of the century (1900) which I've passed thousands of times . Graz . Styria . Austria
Getting 'H' up Moel Siabod, it was so lovely to share the rest stops with him.....this being the first and always much needed one!
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"Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events."
— Albert Einstein
"Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.”
— Bob Dylan
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Here's something different and a lot more meta...and a lot less detail than you're normally seeing here...
Olympus OM-D E-M5
Olympus M.Zuiko 17mm/f.1.8
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Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
By Carl Sandburg ( 1878 ~ 1967)