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A couple of pelicans fly just off the East End shoreline of Galveston Island. The day was stormy and the mist lifted for just a couple of minutes to reveal this tall sailing ship – the Elissa, about to enter the Ship Chanel from the Gulf; in the foreground some debris washes up on a rocky, submerged promontory. Elissa, unlike some tall ships of today, is not a replica, but a survivor. She was built in 1877 during the decline of the “Age of Sail” to fill a niche in maritime commerce. Her working life as a freighter came to an end in Piraeus Harbor, Greece, where she was rescued from the scrap yard by a variety of ship preservationists who refused to let her die. She still sails about 4 times a year in the Gulf of Mexico.
English translation
One day the world stopped
Without any warning
Spring didn’t know to wait
Showed up not even a minute late
Streets erased of footprints
I lie here, fallen to the ground
Time goes by on its own
Without a single apology
It looks like rain again today
I’m soaked to the bone
Still won’t stop
Running faster than that cloud of rain
Thought that’d be enough
Guess I’m only human after all
I’m in a world of pain
This cold the world gave to me
Prompts me to press the dust-covered rewind
Dancing off-beat lying on the ground
Once winter comes, let’s exhale
A warmer breath
There’s no end in sight
Is there a way out?
My feet refuse to move
Close your eyes for a moment
Hold my hand
To that future, let’s run away
Like an echo in the forest
The day will come back around
As if nothing happened
Yeah life goes on
Like an arrow in the blue sky
Another day flying by
On my pillow, on my table
Yeah life goes on
Like this again
Let me tell you with this song
People say the world has changed
But thankfully between you and me
Nothing’s changed...
🌐visit Luane's World - Le Monde Perdu - Spring🌐
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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
This path is on the north side of the Schuylkill River - right across from Valley Forge National Park.
Things looked bleak for Washington's troops in late 1777 when they chose Valley Forge as their winter camp. Supplies were almost non-existent. Major General Nathaniel Greene initially refused Washington's request to become quartermaster, but he was eventually talked into it. By early 1778, droves of cattle, along with wheat, flour, vegetables, and other supplies were all being shepherded along this route from the New England States to supply the army camped across the river just to the left of this picture.
That, and the rest, is, as they say, history.
This coin was donated to me during my childhood, by a Belgian friend of my parents, I was fascinated by the hole.
I still find the hole very intriguing. Worth today €0,64!
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Ik kreeg deze munt als kind, van een Belgische vriend van mijn ouders, ik was gefascineerd door het gat.
Ik vind het gat nog steeds erg intrigerend. Vandaag €0,64 waard!
SALON DES REFUSÉS || IN GOOD COMPANY
Picture with ruler in the first commentbox.
Rond met gat, 1910-1929
When I took this portrait, first I was a bit disappointed to find this fly on the head of this beautiful bearded vulture which refused to leave the bird. But when I later watched the pictures, I found this one was the best of all. It still makes me smile when ever I watch it...
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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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we saw this blond male a few times in Mara North Conservancy, while he was in the company of a female of a small pride. Initially she refused to mate with him but we heard afterwards that they were seen while mating.
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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.
Tonight I feel like the world won't miss me
So much to say but there's no one listening
If we're alone are we all together in that
I threw a penny in a well for wishing
Prayed for all the things I think I'm missing
A little time is all I really need
I am doing the best I can with everything I am
Don't you know nobody's perfect
Do you understand how hard I'm trying to do
The best I can
The best I can
A second chance to give you something
It takes a lifetime to come from nothing
I refuse to believe in running away, no
I am doing the best I can with everything I am
Don't you know nobody's perfect
Do you understand how hard I'm trying for you
I am doing the best I can with everything I am
Don't you know I think you're worth it
Do you understand how hard I'm trying to do the best I can
The best I can
I got a picture of what matters and I keep it close to my heart
It's a little faded but so am I
Cause I am doing the best I can with everything I am
Don't you know nobody's perfect
Do you understand how hard I'm trying for you
I am doing the best I can with everything I am
Don't you know I think you're worth it
Do you understand how hard I'm trying to do the best I can
The best I can
The best I can
The best I can
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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Please say a prayer for our Little Bungee this day as we have decided to go ahead with another operation in an attempt to help him have a chance at a normal life.
As of this juncture, he is dizzy, can't walk straight and refuses food and water.
His surgery will attempt to remove a growth causing this unfortunate physical symptom interfering with his life.
He is still very young so perhaps he will be able to overcome this infirmary.
Thank you all in advance for your prayer and thoughts.
Lana
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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Masai Mara National Reserve
Kenya
East Africa
The black-backed jackal (Canis mesomelas) is a canid native to two areas of Africa, separated by roughly 900 km.
One region includes the southernmost tip of the continent, including South Africa, Namibia, Botswana, and Zimbabwe. The other area is along the eastern coastline, including Kenya, Somalia, Djibouti and Ethiopia. It is listed by the IUCN as least concern, due to its widespread range and adaptability, although it is still persecuted as a livestock predator and rabies vector.
Compared to other members of the genus Canis, the black-backed jackal is a very ancient species, and has changed little since the Pleistocene, being the most basal canine alongside the closely related side-striped jackal. It is a fox-like canid with a reddish coat and a black saddle that extends from the shoulders to the base of the tail.
It is a monogamous animal, whose young may remain with the family to help raise new generations of pups. The black-backed jackal is not a fussy eater, and will feed on small to medium-sized animals, as well as plant matter and human refuse. – Wikipedia
Created for the macro group, "Looking close...on Friday!"
This weeks theme is "Bicycle."
How could I refuse?
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Fuji X-E3. What do I do if my "oceanic feeling" won't go away? Will I deny it access to my thinking? Will I say that this is just a survival of a piece of early infantile emotion. Alternatively, will I grant this feeling access to my world and even celebrate it as a way to find union with transcendence, the cosmos from its beginning to its end? You know what? I refuse to decide. This is not an either-or-decision. Both approaches are alive and kicking within me. Deciding this matter is way above me.
When your life seems black
With only darkness in your sight,
When the world seems silent
Void of melodies and sounds,
And the moon stays hidden
While the stars refuse to shine,
Don't despair or give up
For dawn will surely come
In the meantime..
Lit up your lanterns, let it float in the sky
Let it brightly shine and bask in it's light
Sit back, relax, clear your mind
Allow every worries to drop
with every twinkle of your eyes..
Breathe my dear...you will be fine..
- Miu
A beautiful Sunflower refusing to admit it's officially Autumn. They self seed everywhere in the polytunnel and I'm happy to let them grow amongst the vegetables. Goldfinches (and Field mice) appreciate the bounty of seeds in Winter too. This one was about 8ft tall, nearly touching the top of the polythene.
Photo 88/100 for the 100 Flowers 2020 group.
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
It was the day Winter Holiday ended. Rya sat outside one of the Shadoan estates in the starry-grass field with Kulaan. Her aunt had greeted them at the Hogsmeade house then they arrived back the day before. Since then they had been traveling around with her. Later they would travel to Hogsmeade to meet the other students before they all made the trip back up to the castle.
“Duncha t’ink et tis a lil bit odd t’at nae one came looking for us?” She pondered, looking out into the distance. “I mean, we were gone fer days. S’e ‘ad tae ‘ave noticed. T’en.. w’en we got back, t’ere were nae questions?”
Kulaan took a breath in and remained silent for a moment. It was rather strange, that could not be denied - and the kindness of the people could be questioned, as his experience at Hogwarts had taught him. Still, the trip had been a welcomed trek down memory lane and he refused to spoil it with a hypothesis. "It's odd . . . " He begun, placing his hand on her knee. The action drew her attention to him and she smiled.
" . . . but I don't really care right now." The boy lifted his free hand and let it hover above the grass. "We did what we wanted.”
Tofu only rarely leaves his blanket at this time of year, especially when it's as cold as it is right now. I had hoped to take a more interesting photo of him in the garden today but he refused to follow me outside ...
Posted for the Happy Caturday theme "Weather".
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.
Never mind that the video is black and white, the audio is silent, and the screen flickers like a bad horror movie. Rules say "bolts or other items without the matching socket will be removed"—but what about perfectly fitting connections that refuse to work?
This SCART-to-RCA adapter is a shining example of deception—it plugs in smoothly, yet the signals inside are having an existential crisis. The video signal screams in RGB, but the TV only understands composite, leaving us with a washed-out mess. The audio sits quietly, confused and alone, wondering why it wasn’t invited to the party.
But hey, it fits, so it stays! Even if it means your movie looks like a ghost story filmed in 1925.
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. :)