A face in the wind and my skin comes alive,

The world spins around me and my heart quickens.

The sun shines down on me as leaves rustle,

And a smile graces my face once more.

Amor fati.

A quick shot done at Winter Moon

By the way, “Amor fati” literally means “love fate,” but within the tenets of stoicism it is generally accepted as “Embrace life.”

Здесь – обитель тишины. Лист осенний замирает....И покой окрест витает.

There is silence. the dead leaves Fall and rustle and are still... And peace hovers around. /Henry Wadsworth Longfellow/

Along a small field road,

a chapel stands as a sacred refuge,

where the echoes of prayers mingle with the soft rustle of the surrounding nature !!

Once upon a time....

...silence, darkness on the lake, a soft air all around giving the sweet sensation to live a dream...the rustle of the leaves of the trees, the chirping of crickets and the small lights of fireflies, the tender sensation of peace, serenity and harmony with nature; your soul is completely lost in the mystery of a Spring night, when the magic is coming...

on the lake many waterlilies are closing for the night but only one opens her magic pink petals and all around her a magic light... yes, a light in the night...

a fairy with her magic white power on the water, on the ground... the power of Love on earth and eden... the light of Love.... all the rest is fantasy, is imagination, is a magic tale...

One of our resident Snowy Egrets doing his tap dance at the water’s edge on Horsepen Bayou and attempting to rustle up a bit of grub. I liked the way the light was rippling across his body.

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twilight

nightbirds return

to roost along

the boulevard

slick with rain

downtown bars

fill with emptiness

whine of distant sirens

calls for someone

to swim out past

the deep blackness

where restless

shadows linger

on the wall as

winds rustle overhead

or underfoot: oh, how

passions rise in sweet

chambers of imagination:

oh, dark-haired beauty

on a moonlit beach,

in sand and warm

foam, waters caress

in and out, delirious

for want of the moment

to never end, waves

erasing the sand

though she may be

the trick memory

plays or desire

or loneliness

for the moment

she seemed real

enough

--Miguel de O

"In the warm glow of the lamp, a woman rests,softly enveloped by a pillow's nest.

Her body tucked in a peaceful pose,escaping the world and all its woes.

The outside world fades in the dimming light,as she lets go and forgets the fight.

Only the soft rustle of breath,

reveals the depth of her tranquil depth.

An oasis of relaxation, a place of calm,where she surrenders to peace with confidence.

A moment of harmony, bathed in light,where being unfolds and listens delight."

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A golden coloured carpet

To walk on in the Woodland

Nearby...................

Garn Boduan is an Iron Age hillfort and hill near Nefyn, on the Llŷn Peninsula in Wales. In a survey in the 1950s the traces of over 170 round houses were identified on this site, and around 100 round houses are still visible on the ground. Between 100 and 400 people may have lived in this fort.

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Lyrics:

You're still on my mind

Oh moon of the pretty ones ..

Oh flower of October ..

Oh gold of the most precious ..

You're still on my mind

Oh beautiful ..oh happy one ..

Oh basil and matthiola ..

On the plane of the highest ..

Summer rushed past with appointments ..

And the air rustled the grape bunches ..

And we didn't hear any news about you oh moon ..

And not a single person waved to us ..

As the nights came and went ..

And you're still on my mind ,my mind ...

#AbFav_AUTUMN_SEASON

Kyoto, in the garden of The Kyoto Imperial Palace, I sit and enjoy all the beauty.

The sun still warm, there is silence here, you cannot hear the wind yet now and then, the rustle of an air surfing leaf off the beautiful and majestic trees.

A lone Acer leaf lands on my bench… with raindrop-tears, my feelings in an image.

Have a super day, I know I will, and thanks for your comments, M, (*_*)

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"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." ~Luciano de Crescenzo~

"Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place." ~Terri Guillemets~

"I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on."

~Rabindranath Tagore~

"The wise man said just walk this way

To the dawn of the light

The wind will blow into your face

As the years pass you by

Hear this voice from deep inside

It's the call of your heart

Close your eyes and you will find

The passage out of the dark...."

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"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."

- Eric Sloane

I have made a set called Autumn 2011 where I am putting all my autumn photos of 2011 in. If you missed any of my autumn photos of 2011 they are all in the set. Here is a link to the set: www.flickr.com/photos/mmnorthwoods/sets/72157627869084902/

For more autumn photos visit our website: www.lifeinthenorthwoods.com/

As I see a hint of green continue to beautify the atmosphere

The wonderful scent of flowers fills the air

And the sun shines oh so brightly.

I happily bask under the warmth of the sun

With the breeze gently touching my cheeks

Oh so much joy I thought, while enjoying another green moment.

The wind laughs with the sound of happiness

The rustle of the leaves come giggling by

And I said to myself, what a wonderful world! :)

When I commune with nature, I consider it as my green moment. I am fortunate that my workplace is close to a park and a lovely museum. I can have a green moment and see art any time of the day.

“There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears.”

~Chief Seattle, of the Duwamish tribe, Washington State

This is dedicated to Gil who hears the unfurling of leaves.

bisous.

That day we heard that the rustle of leaves shaken by the autumn wind ... everything was silence and peace

another reason why I love my neighbourhood...

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness. Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

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Hebden Beck rushing by under low hanging branches. There's just something about a scene like this which I find irresistible.

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This tranquil scene captures the essence of fall in North Georgia. The placid lake surface acts as a mirror, reflecting the vibrant autumn foliage that lines its shores. A mix of evergreens and deciduous trees create a tapestry of colors, ranging from deep greens to warm oranges and reds. The clear blue sky above completes the picture, its brightness contrasting beautifully with the rich earth tones below. This peaceful setting invites viewers to imagine the crisp air and gentle rustle of leaves that accompany such a picturesque autumn day in the southern Appalachians.

Lake Superior Park, Ontario

Autumn leaves twisted, withered, dry streaks pushed by the rustle of a tired wind, wonderfully melancholic.

Alessandro Morandotti,

Small yellowish-brown babbler with striped underparts and a rufous forehead and wings. Rustles about in the undergrowth and middle levels of forested habitats, often joining mixed-species foraging flocks. Strange bouncing song is a long monotone series of hollow pings. Chatters harshly. (eBird)

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For every perfectly lit and seen bird photo, there are probably a thousand like this one. We heard this bird, both in Singapore and in north-eastern India, but this is the one and only shot and view that I had. Hopefully, I will see some of the missing pieces, or maybe even the whole bird, when we go to Thailand.

Bukit Batok Nature Park, Singapore. March 2024.

Birding Singapore.

As I've driven to and from work down the back country lanes I've noticed just how many dandelion clocks there are right now. And I wondered how I could make something interesting out of them.

Fortunately I may have some genes of a distant genius, as well as his name, and it struck me I could make a Newton's Cradle …...you know those suspended steel balls, and you pull back one and let it swing and the thing goes clack, clack, clack, back and forth for ages. It keeps some people amused: normally bored executives.

Anyhow, here is my less irritating silent version rustled up quickly on a baking tray.

#MacroMondays

#Decay

Professor Huxley (nickname: Mr. Bone), an award-winning palaeontologist, was puzzled. This morning, he had finally received the intercostal clavicle ("Why is it always this bone that arrives last?", he mused), the final piece and missing link that would complete his most ambitious project to date, the construction of a Quetzalcoatlus skeleton, the largest pterosaur of them all. After unpacking, he had carefully placed it on his work table, right next to the shrivelled daylily petal. Now both were gone. Did his fox terrier, George, steal it to bury it in the garden? Bones are bones, and dogs will be dogs, after all. Or did Susan play yet another prank on him? Or maybe George and Susan together. The two of them together were unpredictable. As much as he loved his wife for her unconventional ways and her devil-may-care attitude, sometimes he thought, "When will she grow up?"

As he looked for the shovel, ready to head out for yet another bone-digging spree in the garden, he heard a strange, rustling, crunching sound from his lab. "George!" he called. "Come here, you know you aren't allowed in the lab. Susan? Are you there, too?" The crunching and rustling got louder. It now reminded him of the sound the bones made when he put them together. And there was another sound... of ... wings? Wings that rustled like shrivelled petals. A slight panic set in as David headed for the lab door. When he opened it, he couldn't believe his eyes. The Quetzalcoatlus Hemerocallis was born.

This story casually continues "Bringing Up Baby", the 1938 prototype screwball comedy movie starring Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant and Skippy (best known for his role "Asta"). I first watched this movie as a child, and I've always loved it. It's true, the standards for "acting animals" left a lot to be desired back then (well, the standards for the stars that were literally "owned" by the studios left a lot to be desired as well), but it's still an all-time classic with two of the best and most iconic actors ever. And it has Skippy, the fox terrier :)

So, what you see isn't the head of an accidentally created and mutated baby Quetzalcoatlus-Hemerocallis hybrid creature (who knows what its size will be once it's grown up?), but the completely dried pistil of a single lily petal. It's been on my photo table for a while, kept for a photo project (of course). When I arranged it on the black tile, the still brightly orange pollen/microsporangium went everywhere, and a few of them ended up on this unlikely creature's "face". Manual focusing with the Laowa 50mm Ultra Macro Lens proved to be difficult, so I mounted the extension tubes and the Nisi close-up lens on my 60 mm macro lens and benefited from its autofocus.

I did in-camera focus stacking, and this time, the in-camera stacked final JPG was good enough, so I didn't need to do "post-stacking" in Helicon Focus.

I'm busy today and will catch up with you tonight. HMM, Everyone!

Daisy couldn't decide whether to play with this flower toy or go to sleep. As the toy rustles when touched, it kept her attention long enough for a photo. Happy Caturday!

Serenade to Sunrise by Sheree Zielke

Lavender hues that ooze,

Midnight darks that soothe,

Rustles of whispers,

Crackles of dreams,

Freight train of color,

Pinpricks of beams.

Touch not the sky,

As she eases the birth,

Of a new light, a new dawn,

To a sleep-hardened earth!

(This is a copyrighted work by Sheree Zielke. Please do not use this in any way, without the expressed written consent of the author.)

Hidden Valley which is behind the rocks on the right was apparently a good place to hide your rustled cattle and horses in the early 1900's.

Rustle Lake, Lake Superior National Park, Ontario..HSS

🎧 An Angel Stepped Down - Jane Siberry

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The streets, continuously darkened, as everywhere under a sullen brown sky occasionally shot through with streamers of red and purple, were empty of people, although she heard the occasional repetitive sounds that indicated human activity. She avoided everyone, seen or unseen until she saw the mechanical Angel.

The Angel was perched under the hood of a wrecked vehicle chassis, wheel-less, propped on piles of broken brick. The first thing she noticed about the Angel was her artificial leg, a somewhat oversized metallic frame glimmering in the low light. Seeing she had been observed (the slight lift of Angelic chin, a rustle of skirt fabric being swept to better conceal that leg), she waved and approached, slowly, until the Angel spoke. "Please, sit, talk - its been ages since I spoke with anyone new!" - this uttered in an amused, gentle tone of voice, as if wary of frightening her visitor off.

So she sat with the Angel, and they talked - for hours, it seemed, and she found herself revealing details of her life she had rarely remarked to others, or even considered very much herself. Reciprocating, the Angel gave her history - like everyone it was inextricably bound to the change, but also to dance! The Angel had been a dancer, until a collapsing wall had taken her family and her leg.

I love to dance, said the girl, but I'm not very good. 'Oh no, dance is here!' the Angel said, gently pressing her hand to her chest. 'It's in the heart'. "I'm not very good" comes from here, in your head, she emphasized, tapping fingers against her skull.

Old people are weird, the girl thought to herself, not for the first time.

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Reflected at Eulennest Gallery

Exhibiting through to Dec 5

Eulennest Gallery

circle of life

All leaves are from the same tree that I planted twenty years ago.

Every season he gives me something back.

The joy of spring when the first leaves sprout.

The shade in summer when the wind softly rustles the leaves.

The golden colors in the autumn light.

In winter, firewood from the fallen branches.

then bright and heady with bloom, now rustle with leaf and tingle with the strength of fruition. Listen, and you can almost hear the pulse of sap and the mysterious workings of chlorophyll. The air vibrates with bird song... All the senses tingle, alive with the season as the world itself is alive. Nothing is impossible at such a time :-)

Hal Borland

HGGT!! Truth matters! Integrity Matters!

acer, Moonrise fullmoon maple, 'Munn 001', j c raulston arboretum, mcsu, raleigh, north carolina

The air hung thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Lord Aerion, the master of these woods, sat upon a fallen log.

His forest was more than just trees to him; it was an extension of his own being. Every rustle of leaves, every chirp of a bird, every scurrying creature was a part of him, a thread in the tapestry of his soul.

The acrid smell of smoke on the wind twisted his lips into a snarl. He sensed the intrusion, the violation of his domain. Humans. They had dared to enter his woods with torches and axes, their greed blinding them to the ancient power they were disturbing...

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Landgraff: Crack Down (full face)

when the sun is blazing, the javali rest deep in this inaccessible spot...a few rustles and grunts are the clue. They emerge at dusk to feed on the neighbors' garden.

Was that a rustle I heard in the grass......?! Hard to stalk something thru this thick grass and weeds when you're that big.

He sure blended in well with the grass around him.

Actually this griz was busy prepping for the long sleep grazing along when he looked up, which wasn't often. My car was nearby for safety. I enjoyed him browsing for quite awhile but mainly saw hump and butt as he searched for food.

Another view of him in a more open setting in comments.

Snowing here as I look out my window. Beautiful! Not too concerned as it won't stick around long. But is a bit early....!

Enjoy a wonderful weekend!

as summer moves into fall; the ground emerges with the warm colors of autumn; the cool breeze slips around you, the buzz of the bees dwindles into the soft rustle of leaves...sitting on the front porch will always be a favorite.

fall is beginning to emerge here in Meadowbrook. ♥

"If never you find what you're looking for

Come on back to the front porch

Say my name through the screen door

Come on back to the front porch

Whatever you've done it doesn't matter

'Cause darling we're all a little splintered and battered

But the light is on, what you waiting for?

Come on back, come on back to the front porch"

♥♥♥

sunlight filtering through the dense canopy of tall pine trees, creating a dappled pattern of light and shadow on the forest floor. The air is crisp with the scent of pine needles, and there's a gentle rustle of leaves as a soft breeze sweeps through the trees. The play of light creates an ethereal atmosphere, with beams of golden sunlight illuminating patches of moss-covered ground and highlighting the rich green hues of the pine needles. It's a tranquil and mesmerizing scene, inviting you to pause and immerse yourself in the beauty of nature.

Это вид на реку Сороть с Савкиной горки.

Дождь начался еще вечером. Я был рад прохладе, которую он принес, но этот дождь был так некстати и нарушал все наши планы на утреннюю съемку. Проснулся без будильника, в окно веяло прохладой и дождь лишь слегка шелестел о листву. Мы были готовы отправиться за шедеврами, но небо было затянуто тучами и это внесло некоторую сумятицу в наши ряды. Кто-то позавтракал и отправился спать дальше, кто-то играл в телефоне, я изучал прогноз погоды на разных сайтах. Когда до рассвета оставалось 20 минут, горизонт начал розоветь и небо окрасилось яркими красками. Как-же иногда красиво просыпается день. Мы отправились на ближайшую точку съемки, знакомую нам по прошлому вечеру. Я думал только о том, успеем мы заснять этот красивый рассвет или нет. Приехав на место, я схватил рюкзак и буквально побежал фотографировать. Это было красивое, акварельное утро, яркий всполох красок на пасмурном холсте серого дня. Мы успели заснять и насладиться этим моментом, а потом отправились к нашему микроавтобусу, где испытали настоящий шок. В спешке мы забыли закрыть боковую дверь. Очевидно, что в такое раннее утро не очень многолюдно, но ощущение было неприятным.

Спасибо, что прочитали.

This is a view of the Sorot River from Savkina Hill.

The rain started in the evening. I was glad for the coolness it brought, but this rain was so inappropriate and disrupted all our plans for the morning shooting. I woke up without an alarm clock, there was a cool breeze through the window and the rain only slightly rustled on the leaves. We were ready to go after the masterpieces, but the sky was overcast and this caused some confusion in our ranks. Someone had breakfast and went on to bed, someone played on the phone, I studied the weather forecast on different sites. When there were 20 minutes left before dawn, the horizon began to turn pink and the sky was painted with bright colors. Sometimes the day wakes up beautifully. We went to the nearest shooting location, familiar to us from the previous evening. I was only thinking about whether we would have time to photograph this beautiful sunrise or not. Arriving at the location, I grabbed my backpack and literally ran to take pictures. It was a beautiful, watercolor morning, a bright splash of color on the overcast canvas of a gray day. We managed to film and enjoy this moment, and then went to our van, where we experienced a real shock. In our haste, we forgot to close the side door. Obviously it wasn't very crowded this early in the morning, but it didn't feel good.

Thanks for reading.

This secluded oasis exudes an enchanting quietude that envelops you, the viewer, in a cocoon of serenity. Here, the rhythmic lullaby of the waves harmonizes with the gentle rustle of leaves from the ancient tree of life, creating a symphony of nature's soothing melodies.

Captured on a moody winter afternoon, this peaceful scene in St. James's Park, London, shows bare trees standing tall as silhouettes against a cloudy sky. A quiet path runs along the edge of a reflective pond, where passersby enjoy a contemplative walk or sit on benches, wrapped in coats and scarves. The soft rustle of dry leaves and gentle ripples on the water add to the calm atmosphere. This image reflects the subtle charm of London's green spaces even in the colder, quieter seasons.

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Yes, a big favourite place for us in Flanders.

A MUST ON OUR VISIT.

Such a lovely silence except for the rustle of the majestic Elm- and tall Poplar leaves.

Those cathedral like trees (the flat landscape needed these ‘wind-stoppers’), dappled light, and again, the silence only broken by a bumblebee, a bird, a distant moo, the shutter of the camera.

A few miles from Brugge and the coast, you have the small town of Damme.

In the Middle-Ages, this used to be the harbour of Brugge, one of the wealthiest cities in the North.

Due to silt the North Sea is now about 25 miles out, but Damme retained its reputation for good food and beer, wonderful old buildings full of the history of revolutionary Flanders.

Centuries later Napoleon saw the importance of the area and ordered a system of canals to be built.

Today, whichever road you come from, if you want to get to Damme, you'll drive along those beautiful treelined canals.

Here, all the rows of trees, bordering both a cycle/walking path and a bridle path, what an impressive sight.

Have a lovely day, M, (*_*)

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~ the swimmer bends down. A low rustle of longing sinks from the cat’s small open mouth. ~

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Anne Carson

Taken Cartagena, Spain, 14/4/2019, Nikon D3200

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Personal Log: KassieQuandrii Resident recording

Stardate: 220826

Location: USS Armstrong, Yadhi Space

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Begin recording. Computer, lights to 20%.

Blerrrrgghhh.

No, Computer, that’s not the Kreetassan ritual challenge to a dance-off, that’s the cry of uncaffeinated Ensigns.

We’ve been so busy I completely failed to notice my one-month anniversary in the Gamma Quadrant, earlier this week. That transfer request was the best decision I’ve ever made. Out here, I’m doing the work I was trained to do, all of it.

I’ve advised the Captain on issues that will set policy for the Federation. My recommendations helped prevent a planetary political upheaval. I almost got stabbed by an assassin, but was saved by the quick actions of a teammate. I interrogated a political figure in the middle of a crisis and collected valuable intel.

We’re on our way to a planet with the sneakiest and most convoluted politics, and I’ve gotten caught up on years of mission logs detailing our encounters with them. I cannot wait to meet their Queen.

And I adore my colleagues. I really am working with Starfleet’s Finest.

If we could just do something about the mornings…

a rustle of Tholian silk falling to the floor, the hiss of a sonic shower starting up

Oh yeah, Computer, end log!

Decisions in the Gloom

In the golden dimness of the Roman hall, Richard, a serene-eyed praetor, unfolded the message with hands that knew both the firmness of law and the fragility of fate. The parchment rustled like an ancient sigh, its letters whispering promises of alliances, betrayals, or perhaps… distant love.

On the table, other scrolls awaited their turn, silent witnesses to empires rising and falling. The wine on the tray, dark and deep, caught the flickering light of the candles, inviting a sip before deciding the future of men and cities.

Outside, Rome still breathed its glory; inside, only silence—and one man facing the words that could change everything.

The style card and credits here.

With the collaboration of:

GLYPH / Praetor Toga for Legacy A (m) @ The Enchanted Realms Fantasy Shopping Event

F & M / F&M * Ornate Set * Table & Chairs * @ The Enchanted Realms Fantasy Shopping Event

KOKOS / KOKOS-BODY HAIRS-RAUL @ in main store or market place

KOKOS-RINGS - GARVIN(LEGACY) @ in main store or market place

KOKOS- EARRINGS-NESS -(LEL) @ in main store or market place

EXILE / Exile:: COLTON @ in main store

NOBLE CREATION / Several group gifts:[NC] - GOLD CROWN, [NC] - Ragnarock Bracers, [NC] - Curtain - Red

B-MADE / B-Made - Stone Wall @ in main store

/Vae Victis\ - "Old Scholars" - Candle Cluster

A mysterious winter night when the stars in the sky light up and the soft rustle of falling snow with gentle music gives you a quiet calm mood to look at the shine of the beautiful moon and feel the kiss of a snowball on your palm. This is the moment of silence when you can listen inner of yourself and the whisper of the stars in the mysterious night.

I heard the rustle in the buttercups at the side of my local pond and found this it managed to fly out and hide in the reeds on the pond. I am sorry the light was not very good at the time,I would have tried flash but it flew off.

Many thanks to you ALL for the views, faves and comments you make on my shots it is very appreciated.

Wild South Africa

Kruger National Park

Klipspringers (rock jumpers) are small antelopes, ideally suited to their rocky habitat. Their hair, which rustles when stroked, is hollow, flattened, springy, spiny, adhering loosely to the skin and is easily shed. Its springiness prevents damage to the animal from hard bumps against rocks and provides insulation against heat, cold and loss of body heat. They make their home in rocky areas.

Discovered at sunset on the cliff along the Bondi to Tamarama coastal walk, in Sydney.

Welcome to Bondi's 'Sculptures By The Sea' for 2025.

See the videos:

sculpturebythesea.com/sculpture-sea-bondi-2025-exhibition...

sculpturebythesea.com/sculpture-sea-bondi-2025-exhibition...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVJbwsWK2i0

This is 'Rustle' (Sculpture 32) by the artist Andrew Cullen. It is a Water Dragon crafted from reclaimed timber.

The Water Dragon embodies adaptability in the face of changing waters. Its poised stance mirrors nature's resilience, urging us to reflect on our uncertain future.

Photographed on Friday, 24th October, 2025.

My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS II USM lens.

Processed in Adobe Lightroom.