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Everyone who achieves success in a great venture, solves each problem as they came to it. They helped themselves. And they were helped through powers known and unknown to them at the time they set out on their voyage. They keep going regardless of the obstacles they met.
William Clement Stone
Lovely sunset and sea on a beautiful summer's evening with friends. Perfect, except for high tide lapping our legs!
I took this picture yesterday during a thunderstorm on the north-east of Brittany. When the storm have approached the sea, she delivered a lot of lighting strikes like on this photography ...
Thanks for comments & fav' !
Léo Denoual
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A couple dozen Northern Shovelers have been at Constitution Gardens all winter. They usually sleep till mid-morning and stay near the small island, but last week they were moving early and often, and most spread out away from the island.
I'm not sure, but the hawk (posted previously) may have made them uneasy. I doubt it was any danger to the Shovelers; it appeared to be after smaller prey.
View LARGE for the best look.
era molto calma ...
osservava il mare ,che al contrario da qualche giorno per motivi ignoti era irrequieto.
in verità lui.. il mare assecondava la propria natura che in qualche modo si manifestava ogni volta che lei doveva partire ...
voleva forse attirare la sua l'attenzione ..
voleva che quel momento non finisse mai ..
capiva che lei era arrivata sin li dopo un lungo ed estenuante viaggio solo per lui
erano stati bene assieme e questo lo sapevano entrambi ..
ma quello che non riusciva ad accettare era l'idea di perderla nuovamente ...
lo percepiva fino nelle sue più remote profondità ..
laggiù tra relitti e pesci lanterna..
la tentò... ancora una volta ..
l flutti schiumosi di un bianco mai visto.. gli spruzzi improvvisi le accarezzavano i piedi
in modo suadente
a tratti anche il mare si calmava ..
era in attesa , un invito ...
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she was very calm ...
he observed the sea, which on the contrary had been restless for some days for unknown reasons.
in truth he .. the sea indulged his own nature which somehow manifested itself every time she had to leave ...
maybe he wanted to attract his attention ..
he wanted that moment to never end ..
he understood that she had come this far after a long and exhausting journey just for him
they had been well together and they both knew that ..
but what he couldn't accept was the idea of losing her again ...
he perceived it to its most remote depths ..
over there among wrecks and lantern fish ..
he tempted her ... one more time ..
The foamy waves of a white never seen before .. the sudden splashes caressed her feet
in a persuasive way
at times even the sea calmed down ..
was waiting, an invitation ...
•Mens sana in corpore sano•
Restlessness. New start, new people, new objectives.
Main objective reach everything i want but being AUTHENTIC.
No change, stay strong, be wild, humble and honest.
PD: Thanks Lu for the pic
Chiltern. Everybody met and photographed this local, and on the last day.... so did I. A lifer. Got one shot in and it fled the scene, followed it for a while, but no luck.
Myiagra inquieta.
"Photographic technique is no secret and – provided the interest is there – easily assimilated. But inspiration comes from the soul and when the Muse isn’t around even the best exposure meter is very little help. In their biographies, artists like Michelangelo, da Vinci and Bach said that their most valuable technique was their ability to inspire themselves. This is true of all artists; the moment there is something to say, there becomes a way to say it." Ralph Gibson
I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim
distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am
bound in this spot evermore.
-Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel Laureate, Indian Poet (1861-1941)
Bold insect hunter was not fazed by half a dozen, or more, photographers, sitting quietly on the bank of a creek running through Wagganba Station. The buff front may indicate a female, but I'm not certain.
Spotted her at Rasmacha ruins, Bishnupur. The same child can be seen here.
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