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This posting should surprise no one!! giggling
The Macro Mondays theme for 5/8 is broken and I’m so glad I keep resisting the urge to cast this aside- to refuse to throw this away!! It’s a bottle that I have photographed a gazillion times. Will post a size verification a bit later.
……💙 HMM 💙
……💙💔 HMM 💔💙
“Il ne faut pas refuser secours à la ronce qui veut devenir rose.”
Paul Claudel
Thank you very much for your comments and for your faves.
(Please do not use without my written permission.)
This area is really neglected, with the factory walls covered in graffiti and Buddleia left growing from the most unlikely places in amongst the brickwork. In time it'll break it apart as it grows.
But I love it and recently I took a walk with my partners' two Retrievers through town and several of the outlying villages. It was just the kind of day to keep on walking, so we did and what great company they were!
Oski, the older of the two stopped about 15 times on the way back, refusing to move, but later on I encouraged him to only take short breathers before walking on and it was as though he heard and understood me!
When we got home I traced our route on Google maps and found that we'd walked for 12 miles.
This will most probably be my last submission to the CLiC group for 2015.
Overall I took over 150 photos, tried out a whole bunch of ideas and in the end only posted three pics including this one :(( Well, I hope I do better next year...
Anyway, for this shot I was trying to get my set of lights into this punpkin-shaped crystal bowl and play with the reflections, and I would have managed just that if not for this little one light that simply refused to go in no matter what I did!!! Frustrating as it was, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it led to a lovely selective focus shot with a pretty bokeh from all the other, more cooperative lights of the set ;))
Yes, I have processed it (I couldn't resist) but for those interested in the original shot, it's in the link below:
www.flickr.com/photos/marsider07/24044283566/in/dateposted/
Have a wonderful pre- New Year's Eve evening, my dear friends and I'll send out my wishes for New Year's tomorrow ;)))
Sorry I have been absent a bit with a neck problem. Do you sometimes feel at a stalemate with your photos? I am having a real down time with not liking anything I shoot right now. I feel a bit like this lonely maple leaf I caught in the back light tonight right before sundown. I missed all of the cedar waxwings who landed way too high and flew away and just gave up:) The butterflies also refuse to come down from treetop level.
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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stopped the car quickly, despite having vowed never to take photos at 'that layby' again, the colours were too good to miss. While a line up of tourists were snapping at the far end, i saw this lone sheep just posing. How could I refuse?
I wanted to photograph a lollipop in the worst way. You know the kind that is swirled in colorful goodness? Apparently kids do not enjoy lollipops like I did when I was young. The closest thing to a lollipop I could find at any store around here was a dum dum sucker. My husband, bless his heart, went out to all the local stores late last night looking for a lollipop for me and to no avail. This is what he came home with instead. Make do with what I have. ;)
Passing over the Trent & Mersey Canal, and against the backdrop of the steamy Tata Chemicals plant (purveyors of synthetic soda ash), is Freightliner unit 70011 hauling the 9.16am Bredbury RTS - Runcorn Folly Lane (6F33) industrial and domestic refuse train, aka 'The Binliner'.
The location is Lostock Gralam on the outskirts off Northwich where I'd brought the camera along to take advantage of a 'waiting appointment' for a car service. Due to some additional personal commitments taken on recently, outings with the camera have been thin on the ground and while I'll be catching up over the next few days, Flickr presence will be a bit hit and miss for the next few weeks.
This is hardly a new spot, but what drew me to the shot was what I believe to be the relatively new, and certainly eye-catching, narrow boat moored up on the right, together with the reflections in the canal. Named 'Forget-me-not', my research suggests the boat was built locally a couple of years or so ago, and is 57' long. Designed for permanent living my guess is you'd see little change from a £100k if something like this took your eye. But for sure I can see the appeal!
10.56am, 13th July 2021
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Saint-Tropez : une légende romaine
En l’an 68, Torpes, intendant de Néron qui refusa d’abjurer sa foi chrétienne, fut torturé et tué à Pise par l’empereur.
Sa dépouille fut jetée à bord d’une barque sur l’Arno. Les chrétiens de l’actuel Saint-Tropez trouvèrent l’embarcation, cachèrent la dépouille du Saint martyr et lui élevèrent une chapelle.
Torpes donna son nom à Saint-Tropez.
Saint-Tropez: a Roman legend
In the year 68, Torpes, steward of Nero who refused to renounce his Christian faith, was tortured and killed in Pisa by the emperor.
His remains were thrown aboard a boat on the Arno. The Christians of what is now Saint-Tropez found the boat, hid the remains of the Holy Martyr and erected a chapel for him.
Torpes gave its name to Saint-Tropez.
With rising global temperatures cities become less habitable. Nature is taking back and people are migrating to the country. Except some who refuse to leave.
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.
I thought taking a cat photo for for this week's theme Windows / Doors of the Happy Caturday group would be easy but it wasn't. The cats don't go anywhere near a window right now because it's so hot. During the day they rather hide somewhere in the basement. I finally could convince Fynn to sit down on the outside windowsill of our living room for a moment and allow me to take a photo. He refused to look at me, instead he stared at the ginkgo as if he had never seen it before. Happy Caturday ! :)
RADIANCE
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By breaking his word, by refusing the diplomatic route, by choosing war, President Putin has not only attacked Ukraine. He has decided to carry out the most serious attack on peace, on stability in our Europe. To this act of war, we will respond without weakness, with composure, determination and unity.
Emmanuel Macron, French President
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Wray Castle is a Victorian neo-gothic building at Claife in the English county of Cumbria. The house and grounds have belonged to the National Trust since 1929, but the house has only recently opened to the public on a regular basis. Wikipedia...
The Castle is quite near Ambleside and the grounds look over Lake Windermere, the largest of the Lakes in Cumbria. UK
Addendum;
This is not a real castle but a private house built in in the Gothic Revival Style in 1840. It was built for Dr James Dawson, a retired Liverpool surgeon, and is now owned by the National Trust. The house was built using his wife’s inheritance from a gin fortune. Apparently she took one look at the house when it was finished, and refused to live in it.
www.visitcumbria.com/amb/wray-castle/
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Six of seven juvenile Great Blue Herons, most likely from two broods, learning to forage for themselves on Horsepen Bayou. Number seven is off to the right after refusing to sign a release.
The Ertebølle culture (ca 5300 BC – 3950 BC) (Danish pronunciation: [ˈæɐ̯təˌpølə]) is the name of a hunter-gatherer and fisher, pottery-making culture dating to the end of the Mesolithic period.
The culture was concentrated in Southern Scandinavia, but genetically linked to strongly related cultures in Northern Germany and the Northern Netherlands.
It is named after the type site, a location in the small village of Ertebølle on Limfjorden in Danish Jutland. In the 1890s, the National Museum of Denmark excavated heaps of oyster shells there, mixed with mussels, snails, bones and bone, antler and flint artifacts, which were evaluated as kitchen middens (Danish køkkenmødding), or refuse dumps.
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
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I bought tulips for last week's CC Challenge but they refused to open in time. They still haven't opened much and now the leaves are turning brown. Time to buy some more. : )
just for an extra three years in the geriatric ward ;-)
John Mortimer
HFF!! Ukraine Matters! Resist the Orange Clown Putin Puppet!!!
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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.
> Éclaire-moi, quand le soleil ferme les yeux et abandonne l’horizon.
Alors ton phare s’éveille, comme une promesse qui refuse de céder à la nuit.
Quand l’un se couche, l’autre se lève, gardien silencieux de mes déroutes.
Entre vos deux lumières, mon cœur apprend qu’il n’est jamais tout à fait seul.
Le jour, ta chaleur trace des chemins d’or sur mes doutes.
La nuit, ta flamme veille, fine et obstinée, au bord de mes peurs.
Vous vous passez le relais comme deux sentinelles d’un même serment.
Et dans ce cycle sans fin, j’entends la certitude d’un amour qui ne se lasse pas de briller.
> Light me up, when the sun closes its eyes and abandons the horizon.
Then your lighthouse awakens, like a promise that refuses to surrender to the night.
When one goes down, the other rises, a silent guardian of my wanderings.
Between your two lights, my heart learns it is never truly alone.
By day, your warmth draws golden paths across my doubts.
By night, your flame keeps watch, slender and stubborn at the edge of my fears.
You pass the torch like two sentinels of the same vow.
And in this endless cycle, I hear the certainty of a love that never tires of shining.
Photo inspired by ... Taken at Bella’s Lullaby which is closing January 16 for changes (Thanks Drєαmsᥫ᭡)