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The goldfinch were having fun in my backyard today and so was I. My berry tree has seen better days but I couldn't refuse the birds looked so pretty. I had no idea they stayed so yellow during the winter.
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Needless to say, I keep her in check
She was a bad-bad, nevertheless (yeah)
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck (wreck)
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck (wreck)
Needless to say, I'm keeping her in check
She was all bad-bad, nevertheless
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck
Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip
Screamin' at my face, baby, don't trip
Someone took a big L, don't know how that felt
Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Some things you just can't refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise
And I'm not tryna lose
Karlovka Obora or Charles Park is a little off the normal tourist track but well worth a visit. Miles of pathways to follow,streams,bridges, swimming in the lake even a raft to pull yourself across to a small island. Standard joke for the children when we where there seemed to be get to the island, then refuse to come back. Always seemed to be a reluctant parent having to cross & gather up the children. The ice cream seller always stops at the raft, which seems to empty the island,a great sales technique. Over the last few years Prague counsels have declared that a percentage of all parks have to be plant for wildlife, hence you now see large areas turned over to wildflower meadows which is fantastic & visually much better than just green grass. The area where this shot was taken was about the size of half a football pitch
she refuses to get dressed and to prepare for sleep and she joined us when i picture her sister ,then i told them to give me a pose and this is what i get LOL!
صوره عفويه ^^
الا خنقه مسكينه XD
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TO BE CONTINUED >>>>>
mashalla is must
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Nature refuses to be involved in such suicidal practices :-)
Harry Bridges
HMM!! Protest Injustice! Resist!! Vote!!!
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After some research folks I found out this was the female of the species, and because I'm so good looking and so charming lol, this is where she looked at me and asked me to be her boyfriend, another huge lol and of course I said yes, how could I refuse such a beauty.
I always thank them no matter who or what they are for the privilege they gave me for an image in their home and habitat.
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No, I just refuse to believe my eyes
In front of me something I can't recognize
You stood beside me all my life
The heart machines are ticking
I can hear the life support pumping
The line between life and death doesn't become any clearer than this
Covered with an oxygen mask
These words will be his last
With the energy he has got left
He turns to me and say
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
All of a sudden I've lost my strength
Isn't it scary how things can change
Mm, in an instant just like that
Whenever I had questions
You always had the answers
You taught me about life
And the importance of being yourself
And to highly value honesty
How not to lose grip of reality
With both your feet on the ground
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
You weren't suppose to see me like this
And I'm sorry, sorry
I must leave, it's my turn
But I will see you soon (soon)
I cannot stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
As A Butterfly - Dead By April
A huge thank you to Abigail Brewer for posing for me in this shot. It wouldn't have felt right to me if I did it without you. ♥♥
Photo taken at Lux Aeterna. Please go check out the beautiful SIM.
HR:
Predvečerje u uvali Stipanja, u Šilu. Oblaci su se zaigrali s posljednjim sunčevim zrakama, dok more lagano nabrano šapuće o kraju još jednog dana. Mali čamac prilazi tiho, a cijela scena miriše na ljeto koje se ne predaje. Ovdje je mir još uvijek domaći pojam.
ENG:
Evening descends on the Stipanja cove in Šilo. The clouds play with the final rays of the sun, while the gently rippled sea whispers the closing of another day. A small boat approaches quietly, and the whole scene breathes of summer that doesn’t want to end.
FRA:
Le soir tombe sur la baie de Stipanja, à Šilo. Les nuages dansent avec les derniers rayons du soleil, tandis que la mer doucement ridée raconte la fin d'une autre journée. Une petite embarcation approche, paisible, comme l'été qui refuse de s’éteindre.
DEU:
Der Abend senkt sich über die Bucht von Stipanja in Šilo. Die Wolken spielen mit den letzten Sonnenstrahlen, während das leicht gekräuselte Meer vom Ende eines weiteren Tages erzählt. Ein kleines Boot nähert sich lautlos – der Sommer scheint nicht gehen zu wollen.
ITA:
La sera scende sulla baia di Stipanja, a Šilo. Le nuvole giocano con gli ultimi raggi del sole, mentre il mare leggermente increspato sussurra la fine di un’altra giornata. Una piccola barca si avvicina, silenziosa, come l’estate che ancora vuole restare.
ESP:
El atardecer cae sobre la bahía de Stipanja, en Šilo. Las nubes juegan con los últimos rayos del sol, mientras el mar ligeramente ondulado susurra el final de otro día. Una pequeña barca se acerca lentamente — el verano aún no se quiere ir.
For the Macro Mondays theme of 'Trash'. - some shredded paper. A hasty shot because I'd intended going out for the day until it came to rain too heavily for my scooter. I also had to scour my brains as well as my home because my OH had just put the refuse out to be collected HMM!
Saint George (Georgios); died 23 April 303), also George of Lydda, was a Christian who is venerated as a saint in Christianity. According to tradition he was a soldier in the Roman army. Saint George was a soldier of Cappadocian Greek origin and member of the Praetorian Guard for Roman emperor Diocletian, who was sentenced to death for refusing to recant his Christian faith. He became one of the most venerated saints and megalomartyrs in Christianity, and he has been especially venerated as a military saint since the Crusades.
Церква вшановує святого великомученика Юрія (Георгія) як переможця зла, неправди та людської люті. В іконографії він часто зображується вершником, який списом вражає змія. Це символізує його перемогу над дияволом.
Непохитна віра і мужність святого Юрія виявилися в тому, що мучителі не змогли примусити його зректися християнства. Тому цього святого часто називають Юрієм Переможцем або Георгієм Побідоносцем.
В українській традиції святий Юрій був патроном Русі, Київщини, Галичини, Володимира, Львова, Київської області, Білої Церкви, козацтва, українського війська тощо. На честь святого названий один з найбільших українських храмів — Собор святого Юра у Львові. День вшанування — 23 квітня (6 травня за григоріанським календарем).
While driving on a new 4 lane road in the countryside, we sighted one of these owls perched on a roadside wall. When we stopped, there was not one, but 3 of them - one of them refused to leave the tree where it was perched and suspect that it is a fledgling.
Spotted Owlets are the most common owls in the country and can be heard easily. There are maybe 3-4 families in the university grounds behind my place. The birds are around 20 cms tall and are quite detested by the other birds around. We often see aggressive moves by Bulbuls, Prinia's, Drongoes, Babblers and Parrots against these birds - but many times Owlets stand their ground and rarely fly away.
The one thing that surprised me with this sighting is the juvenile / fledgling. As per my own observations, ebird / birds of the world documentation, this is not a breeding period at all. I guess, I need to read up again about their nesting periods.
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I am no fan of garden ornaments, but when the owner of this house invited me in to have a look at their latest addition, I could hardly refuse.
I was also glad I did. As she explained that it had been made from washed up driftwood found on the beaches. It makes it a far superior garden ornament.
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Created for the macro group, "Looking close...on Friday!"
This weeks theme is "Bicycle."
How could I refuse?
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We often hear the “Savior” characteristics of God stressed – His love, mercy, goodness and so on – but the matter of His lordship is absent. The distortion is particularly clear in evangelism. In modern practice the call to repentance is usually called an “invitation,” which one can obviously accept or refuse. It is offered politely. Seldom do we hear presented God’s sovereign demand to repent or His demand for total submission to the authority of His appointed king, Christ Jesus. - Alistar Begg
The Sea Refuses No River - Pete Townshend
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOFyO6IqYk0
The sea refuses no river
And right now, this river's banks are blown
The sea refuses no river
Whether stinking and rank
Or red from the tank
Whether pure as a spring
There's no damned thing stops this poem
The sea refuses no river
And this river is homeward flowing
The silver tomb of St. John of Nepomuk in St. Vitus Cathedral is a stunning Baroque monument created between 1736 and 1739. It honors St. John of Nepomuk, a 14th-century priest who was martyred for refusing to reveal the queen’s confession and became a Czech national saint. The tomb contains over two tons of solid silver and features angels, cherubs, and a radiant sunburst surrounding a crucifix. Designed by Josef Emanuel Fischer von Erlach, it reflects both Catholic devotion and Habsburg imperial power. Today, it is a major pilgrimage site and one of the cathedral’s most admired artworks.
This was a man who not only wished to be remembered, he also wanted to tell us how. And the Anglican Church, St Andrew's in Wimpole (Cambridgeshire) in this case, totally agreed and offered its services, as she always used to do, to the self-importance of an overbearing noble family. These were people who automatically, without being voted in, were members of Parliament and representing interests no other than their own. So, I will not give the name of this person (d. 1834) who made sure that he was depicted in the robes and with the paraphernalia of the Knights of the Garter. The hard work of real memory, however, must include all those whose presence and contribution is excluded from this monument of political narcissism. Fuji X-E2.
There are still some copper tones to be found clinging to the trees, but now getting harder to find. Taken in Little Wittenham Wood.
I see plenty of fabulous shots of butterflies, their wings open displaying natural beauty. This one flatly refused to give me anything but a head on view but there's something about this image I like.
Heard a bull frog croaking loudly then walked to the other side of a back pool and found this one hiding in the heavy shade as shown in next photo, but a ray of sunlight finally broke through to light it up. Waited several minutes but it never moved and refused to croak while I was watching so left. I'm sure it wanted to continue call for a mate and didn't want to give up its place. Still wanting to get a photo of one croaking, maybe someday. :)
Shy and bashful, refused to turn around so I could see its face. Thank you for taking the time to view, fave and comment on my images. It is very much appreciated.
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66009 runs along the York avoiding line with 6E26, the 10:52 loaded refuse containers from Knowlsley in Liverpool to Wilton on Teesside. July the 25th 2017.
A dream
We had to bin everything, absolutely everything. There was a big container, a huge one, square shaped, as large as long, and we were putting everything in it. Like, the whole world had to be disposed of. Everything.
But I had a few things that I put aside, though, in an small envelope that I cared to keep, salvage: a key, a few papers carefully folded in four, a scribbled note from an ex-colleague.
A lady passed by, lofty and mean.
She saw everything...
This little calf was on the west bank of the Sagavanirktok River, commonly called the Sag River, and its mother was on the east side. When I first arrived, I seen a small herd of muskox on the east side of the river. I heard a sound coming from north of my location but had no idea what it was. As the young muskox came closer and seen me, it started wailing really loud. In an instant, the entire herd stared running towards the Sag River at full gallop. When the herd got close to the bank, they stopped, they too had noticed the photographer taking pictures. After a few minutes, the calf wailed again and off they went to where the calf was, but, they stayed on the east side of the river. The calf's mother, waded into the river but would not cross. She kept calling to the calf but the calf refused to cross. The herd walked slowly to the south, which put me between the calf and the herd. The calf began a fast gait towards the herd, which put me right in its path. There was no time to retreat back to the truck, so I stayed put and took photos.
In this photo, the calf was about 20 to 30 feet away. It kept its eyes on me as it passed me by. About 200 yards south of where I was standing, the calf finally had enough courage to cross the river and rejoin its herd.