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AAWeekly: Reminds Me of a Song.
Took this at Vondelpark Amsterdam not Norway :)..
Converted to B&W and then used 40% Sahara filter, cropped and fixed the exposure.
Of course it’s the Beatles song which I am proud to say I seen them in concert twice but screamed through the whole concert !! Why!!
Forgiveness is the smell that lavender
gives out when you tread on it.
(Mark Twain)
PSP**** Prise SurPrise!! - Backlight
Colorful Nature - Pink/Purple Wednesday
Crazy Tuesday - Backlight
(photo by Freya)
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Reminding us of passed times, BR InterCity-liveried 43184 graces the classic Dawlish sea wall leading 43285 and a couple of trailers en-route from Laira to Doncaster as 5E23 on a glorious 24 June, 2023.
this reminded me of a rollercoaster ride - but soft somehow
quote from my favorite james taylor song - the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time. ... try not to try too hard, it's just a lovely ride.
Reminds me of skiing behind dad's boat when I was a kid. I definitely appreciate a sunset now more than I did then.
Reminded me of a picture I did last year. :D
Today I feel kind of inspired. And NO I don't want to edit more ugly avs. ]: I wanted to do something for myself. :]
First idea for this photo was something with sky and falling, but it turned out with snow. :O
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That silver forest reminded me of you
And how I kissed you
And how I fell down to the bottom of a well
Looks similar to the b&w one, but it's different.
Don't comment on this because it has pretty light, i never want to upload my golden hour photo anymores.
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It reminds me a Chinese poem,
終南望餘雪
終南陰嶺秀
積雪浮雲端
林表明霽色
城中增暮寒
- 祖詠 -
ON SEEING THE SNOW-PEAK OF ZHONGNAN
See how Zhongnan Mountain soars
With its white top over floating clouds --
And a warm sky opening at the snow-line
While the town in the valley grows colder and colder.
- Zu Young -
A bus shot! :)))
Seeing this Ibis reminded me of the song "Coat of Many Colors" by Dolly Parton... So, I'm Listening to Dolly this morning as I process the image. Have a Great Day !!!
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The White-faced Ibis
The white-faced ibis is a wading bird in the ibis family, Threskiornithidae. This species breeds colonially in marshes, usually nesting in bushes or low trees.
This handsome bird shimmers with purple, green, and bronze plumage. Breeding adults add to this a ruby-red eye surrounded by a sharp white mask, and pink legs.
Flocks of this long-legged bird forage in marshes across large parts of the American West, where wetlands are very scarce and often ephemeral. They probe their long, curving bills into moist soil, searching for earthworms and other invertebrates, typically at the edges of marshes or in wet farm fields.
White-faced Ibises look dark, almost blackish, at a distance. Close up and in good light, breeding adults are glossy maroon with metallic green and bronze tones on the wing. They typically have red eyes with pink legs and facial skin. The face is highlighted by a narrow band of white, absent in Glossy Ibis. Immature and nonbreeding adults are more matte brown, without the white facial outline and with duller legs.
White-faced Ibises are usually seen in flocks, both when nesting in colonies and when foraging. They typically feed by lowering the bill into water, mud, or soil, to feel for prey, or sweep the bill through the water. They can also catch prey by sight, including insects on vegetation.
Found this Ibis while checking for wildlife photo-opportunities at a local park.
(200-600 @ 329 mm, 1/2500 @ f/8, ISO 4000, edited to taste)
Reminds me of the "cookie monster" on Sesame Street...lol....
Explore / Interestingness March 8, 2007. #405
Reminds me of when I was young (and foolish) and roasted myself in the sun after slathering on baby oil. Now I mostly hide from the sun and cherish the cool of the early morning.
Taking some indoor images of store bought flowers, this Mum ..reminded me of a Chorus...Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Base all in unison:)
A little something to remind us all that summer will be here sooner rather than later.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7u5SdjDSQQ
What a day for a daydream
What a day for a daydreamin' boy
And I’m lost in a daydream
Dreamin' ‘bout my bundle of joy
And even if time ain’t really on my side
It’s one of those days for takin' a walk outside
I’m blowin’ the day to take a walk in the sun
And fall on my face on somebody's new mowed lawn
I've been havin’ a sweet dream
I been dreamin’ since I woke up today
It’s starrin’ me and my sweet dream
'Cause she's the one that makes me feel this way
And even if time has passing me by a lot
I couldn't care less about the dues you say I got
Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for droppin’ my load
A pie in your face for bein' a sleepy bulltoad
And you can be sure that if you're feelin’ right
A daydream will last along into the night
Tomorrow at breakfast you may pick up your ears
Or you may be daydreamin' for a thousand years
What a day for a daydream
Custom made for a daydreamin' boy
And now I’m lost in a daydream
Dreamin ‘bout my bundle of joy
Songwriters: John Sebastian
Own image and textures 5167
This scene reminds me of a CAA incident I had a few years back. I wonder how much the tow costs in this case and if they split the bill three ways. A hard lesson if you run out of wind and don't have a motor it's basically the same as running out of gas.
I should explain - these three dinghies are part of the SOSA sailing school here in Summerland. I went there for several years before buying my 26 foot Catalina - since sold. I was surprised to see them heading so far up on the northern end of the lake heading toward Kelowna - usually we just cross to the other side and back again. Well apparently their adventure came to an abrupt end when the wind died - no way back without a tow and by the looks of the sail reflections in the water, that wind is not about to return any time soon.
This is a crop of a 24mp picture taken with the Sony A9 at a distance of approx 1km resolution enhanced 2x using Tolaz AI
This reminds me of two contradictory things:
1. The glorious solitude of night shooting.
2. The fact that solitude is often an illusion.
The moon, the sky, the trees... all contribute to the first thought. The dratted road and sidewalk attest to the second.
The moon's all raggedy because the wind was blowing scraps of cloud across it. Cue the lonely gypsy music... (and never mind the headlights!).
Humboldt University Berlin
Historic aircraft engine test site (1933 - 35)
The little round objects on the grass are part of a sound installation which simulates various wind noises.
ISO 100, f8 @ 20mm, 30sec, 10:53pm
Boo Lefou reminds us that there is always something to be thankful for. Wishing all of our American friends a very Happy Thanksgiving.
Love and hugs from Tina and the Puglets. xo
My apologies in advance if I am slow in responding. I've been having problems with Flickr the past few days. I have to keep refreshing the page in order to leave comments or group awards and it's very frustrating.
I would like to thank all of you that have taken the time to view and comment on my photos, it is very much appreciated.
The approach of a thunderstorm reminds me in a way of the ball drop sequence that plays out on New Year's eve. There's such anticipation for the ball to drop and the clock to strike midnight. However when the moment is realized, the energy largely dissipates into thin air. There's no excitement for 12:01 am. It was all about reaching that point, the stoke of midnight. From a visual perspective, the intensity of the storm peaks in the seconds before it actually hits. I've witnessed this time and again, and the energy and pure adrenaline never seem to leave me. The purest form of storm atmosphere occurs in places like this...outdoors and out in the open. Better to witness the cloud structure from places with a wide vantage point. I arrived here last evening just ahead of a storm with which I had been driving on a parallel course. Pure luck put me here in the minutes before driving rain. I parked the car and ran out to the edge of this meadow. Menacing clouds rolled in from the west, quickly eclipsing the clear sky off to the east. Always an amazing sight to witness this squeeze play. Outflow winds raced out ahead of the rain, creating an eerie chilling effect on a day that had reached well into the 90s. I could feel alternate gusts of cold and warm wind, depending on the wind direction. The same winds created a frenzy of motion before me as the tall grasses and trees swayed. The clouds were spitting with lightning bolts and crackling with thunder. In the distance I began to hear the approaching rain. It arises as a soft hissing sound that gets louder as it draws near. All at once the rain arrives, and the proverbial New Year's eve ball has dropped. The brooding clouds morph into featureless gray cotton. The clarity of vision is occluded by raindrops. The storm will rage on for another twenty minutes. But photographically the show is over. I make my way back to my car. Soaking wet but still filled with the adrenaline of being here.
Reminds me of my daughter around 1998-1999, she would read Brown Bear Brown Bear. “Bron Bear Bron Bear, what do see??? I see Bron Bear looked at me.” That’s how she would say it. It’s so cute. And while I don’t miss those days, I do miss those days.
... That big diesel motor is a playing my song Thank God and Greyhound you're gone... Have always enjoyed that old Roy Clark song. Wonderful recreation of the Heath Springs bus station. Unclear if this was the original station, however very nice right now.
These reminded me very much of the Eurasian Blackbirds that were so common - I hope they still are - back in the UK.
Very dark montane thrush. Robin-sized, all black with white eye and yellow eyering, bill, and legs. Female browner than male. No similar species in limited range. Found singly or in pairs at high elevations, usually above 2200m. Usually in the open, sometimes conspicuously hopping around on the ground but also at the forest edge ~ eBird
‘Ring of bells’. This Fuchsia reminded me of the Bell that hangs by the back door with its rope tongue to swing the clapper against the bell - I don’t think the Fuchsia would make as much noise though!!! And for the interested - the knobbly ball on the bottom is called the Stigma which is hanging on the Style from the middle of the Stamen, and they surrounded by the true Petals - the Red outer parts are called Sepals. Alan:-)……
366 - I’ve decided to do this to force me to pick up a camera other than when we are away on our travels (they will be posted as normal) - I will be interested to see what transpires, they will be varied I’m sure so we’ll see where inspiration takes me over the course of the year, hopefully at the end of it I will be a better photographer. Feel free to critique as you see fit, but please don’t feel obliged, I anticipate they will not be to all tastes. Have a great year and if you also have embarked on a 365 project then good luck in seeing it through, Alan:-)
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