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Is there anything more peaceful and serene than a baby sleeping ? Except maybe this one might eat you when it wakes up 😉
Another of the magnificent leopards we saw in the Sabi Sands Reserve , South Africa.
Fun fact: leopards tend to sleep about 10-12 hours a day, mainly during the day because they primarily nocturnal. Sounds a bit like me now I’m older 😂
Happy weekend everyone !
Roxy, female Mainecoon, for Happy Caturday's theme: "Sleepy cats".
Roxy loves sleeping at the top of this cupboard in the kitchen.
Happy Caturday to you all ❤
LACPIXEL - 2022
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Get out of bed early after discovering the sleeping place of the Papilio Machaon.
Please view at the full size for the dewdrops
Ricielli - Viva Dress
Avec Toi - Wendy O Stilettos & Stockings
Truth - Mercy Hair
Yummy - Ocean Ring Collection
Backdrop: Minimal - Lecturas Stairs
"I wake to sleep and take my waking slow
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear
I learn by going where I have to go "
~ Theodore rothke - the waking~
Guanabo, Cuba
• Guanabo, a charming little town where the last of the Playas del Este stretches. Founded by the Spaniards on July 26 1803, Guanabo is located 25 km east of Havana, Cuba.
• Guanabo, une charmante petite ville où s'étend la dernière des Playas del Este. Fondée par les Espagnols, le 26 Juillet, 1803, Guanabo est située à 25 km à l'est de La Havane, Cuba.
• Guanabo, una pequeña ciudad encantadora donde la última de las Playas del Este se extiende. Fundada por los españoles 26 de julio de 1803, Guanabo se encuentra a 25 km al este de La Habana, Cuba.
Concealer Moth (Tanyzancla argutella)
Spotted sleeping on our Abelia plant this morning.
Happy Wing Wednesday!
I went out to Alviso for a walk about and shoot a few years ago and they had the parking lot and some of the trails blocked off. One of them by this monster. Seeing it in near silhouette made me think of a sleeping giant, waiting for its people to come back and help it feed on whatever earth its moving.
When did you sink to your dreamless sleep
Out there in your thunder bed?
Where the tempests sweep,
And the waters leap,
And the storms rage overhead.
Were you lying there on your couch alone
Ere Egypt and Rome were born?
Ere the Age of Stone,
Or the world had known
The Man with the Crown of Thorn.
The winds screech down from the open west,
And the thunders beat and break
On the amethyst
Of your rugged breast, —
But you never arise or wake.
You have locked your past, and you keep the key
In your heart 'neath the westing sun,
Where the mighty sea
And its shores will be
Storm-swept ill the world is done.
Poem by E. Pauline Johnson (1861-1913)
Image of The Bass, South East Coast of Scotland
Lighthouse built by David Stevenson in 1903.