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Sigur Rós - Andvari

  

Cabo de Trafalgar, Barbate, Andalucía, España

 

August 2015

Church of the Good Shepherd, Tekapo, Canterbury, New Zealand

Docklands Light Railway, Gallions Reach

This is the patio of my favorite South Pier restaurant. It is cordoned off until times are safer and the weather nicer.

A sheltered anchorage just a short walk round the headland from Crinan and the canal.

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Por motivo de actualidad

(Tim en el taxi, Santa Cruz, Bolivia)

Our neighbors made sure Halloween was safe for everyone. My friend Hanna shows her little boy where the candy will slide down a tube.

Lying like this at the beach and looking at the sky was so, so peaceful.

There are quite a few exciting shoots coming up this week, I can't wait!

I miss you guys, hope you're all doing well! xx

  

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For the group Slider's Sunday, a photo of my piano in the late winter afternoon sun. Done with a texture.. a bit unusual for me, but I've always loved textures, I just haven't been particularly good at them.

So, HSS to you all!

 

I want to let you all know that my commenting may become more and more sparse. I have neglected my own photography lately, and I don't want to neglect it any more.

 

I have many drains on my time. I have a sister who has Alzheimers, and the rest of us siblings... five of us... are working daily to help keep her in her home as long as possible. We have done tons of work to keep her happy and safe.... including taking over all her finances and handling all her mail, taking over her health management and going with her by phone to all appointments, helping her find a new dog when her old dog died, taking over her applications for Social Security, and Medicare, taking over all the repairs to her house or property, finding her a twice weekly companion, getting her dog to the vet, finding her a place to go when she can't stay home anymore, and helping her remember her life, which she has forgotten. The list goes on and on. We have divided these tasks between the five of us, and so far she has been ok, living alone in her home. She lives in Salt Lake City, and the rest of us live in California, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and Virginia. So every task takes a lot of time, since it is done over the phone.

 

I stay awake most of each night, to be there for her if she needs to call someone... like the night she fell out of bed and had to go to the emergency room.

 

All this takes a lot of time, and every other night, when I have a long memory session with her, I have little time to go Flickring.

 

So, if you don't see a comment from me, I probably skipped commenting that night. But be assured that I LOOKED at your work, and read what you wrote.

We went over to the nebors house and we just wanted to find some kandy's nd ice kream cuz i eated it all and we was too loud and woke up Mrs. Venkman nd so we thought we'd be safe under the stairs but she yelled "KYLEI BENOIR" and I knew it was all downhill from there... *WE'RE SORRY MRS. VENKMAN!!!*

If only the same could be said for all the people in Ukraine.

 

One of the young lions, rescued from Ukraine, now enjoying his new life at Yorkshire Wildlife Park.

Resting in the harbor, safe from the waves of the world. In complete silence. In complete peace. In a place that one could call a safe haven.

 

World is a truly beautiful place, offering us exciting adventures and experiences. After each adventure we always come back home. Back to our own safe haven. It's something we should always remember to appreciate as in today's world it cannot always be taken for granted.

 

Thank you!

Grand Teton National Park

 

Heading out to Wyoming in a few weeks. It's safe to say I'll be stopping by Oxbow Bend again.

Hoping and praying that all of my friends/contacts in the San Francisco Bay area are safe and well after today's earthquake

 

Chatfield Arboretum, Denver, Colorado.

 

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Beyond the reef and breakers, in the protected strait between the palms of the island of Maui and the cloud covered island of Lanai, with gathering storm clouds above making for a beautiful early evening sky ... soon to be followed, however, by a tropical downpour and heaving seas out beyond the islands!

In a dark fortress of ancient stones,

she seeks refuge from the howling storms—

each weathered rock a steadfast sentinel,

cradling secrets too heavy for the wind to know.

 

Within these ancient walls, isolation is a cradle,

a sanctuary where vulnerability finds its voice.

Here, even every rough edge and hidden crevice

transforms silence into a hallowed echo of memory.

 

Waves of light, shimmering at the battlefield’s edge,

dance with the sea in a spectral ballet—

their fleeting glow caressing rugged stone,

whispering soft revelations against the dark.

 

In this interplay of shadow and luminescence,

solitude turns paradoxical—both refuge and crucible.

The fortress shields her, yet its very isolation

beckons a deeper journey into the self.

 

Each stone now holds more than age-worn scars,

it becomes the keeper of a true and unspoken name—

"Being lost," not as absence or despair,

but as the testament of a wandering soul in search of meaning.

 

The storm outside may rage and beat at the fortress,

but these rugged walls, bathed in the tender light of fleeting hope,

serve as a reminder that even in the midst of chaos,

our hidden truths find safe havens to bloom.

 

So, she stands among these ancient stones,

embracing solitude with open, weathered arms—

for in this silent fortress, the delicate dance of light and sea

reveals that being lost is merely the beginning of discovery.

 

And in the quiet pulse of the night, where nature and mystery entwine,

She uncovers that her solitude is not a void but a warm, secret embrace,

each stone a confidant, every flicker of luminous grace,

a metaphor for life’s eternal promise to shelter and transform.

 

Lost

Beautiful Morro Bay Harbor. Taken 3 years ago.

We found a trail from the opposite side of our normal parking lot. This trail is longer and has varied wilderness.

 

Really liked how the setting sun lit the new buds and how the water was utterly still.

 

Several photos will come from this wood.

 

Hope you are healthy and safe.

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You Comfort Me

 

Sometimes it's tough to make it through the day

It's hard enough when all your dreams just seem so far away

I step outside to face a shade of gray oh

But even when darkness falls

I look into your eyes and I escape

Baby you comfort me

Only you remind me to breathe

When my life becomes invisible

You're the only light I need

Baby you comfort me

The faces change when time is on your side

The hand you trust can suddenly become a (?) of lies

The winds of war can leave no place to hide oh no

Until I hear a voice that calls

Lifts me up and carries me away

Baby you comfort me

Only you remind me to breathe

When my life makes me a prison

It's your love that sets me free

Baby you comfort me

My shelter from the rage of the storm (rage of the storm)

You take me to the place in time where my soul lifted

Safe and warm

Until I hear a voice that calls

Lifts me up and carries me away

Baby you comfort me

Only you can make me believe

When truth becomes invisible

You're the only light I need

When my life makes me a prison

It's your love that sets me free

Baby you, only you

Baby you, you comfort me

Oh yeah

Waves smash into the harbour walls at Whitby around sunrise.

 

Paul Downing Photography

 

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Made with www.adobe.com/go/psx Avila Beach History, The name Avila commemorates Miguel Ávila, who was granted Rancho San Miguelito in 1842.[4][6] The town was established in the latter half of the 19th century, when it served as the main shipping port for San Luis Obispo. Around this time, Luigi Marre built a honeymoon hotel here and steamboats brought customers from San Francisco and Los Angeles.[7]

 

Although Avila Beach still has a working commercial fishing pier and the inland areas have extensive apple orchards, tourism is now the main industry. There are few historical structures remaining; among the oldest is the Point San Luis Light, built in 1890 after a series of shipping accidents. During World War II the beach and port were used for the Amphibious Training Base Morro Bay.[8]

 

In the late 1990s, Unocal began the cleanup of decades old oil seepage discovered years earlier from corroding pipes under the township, and which had caused a massive oil spill under the town.[9] Over 6,750 truckloads of contaminated material was sent to a Bakersfield landfill, and replaced with clean Guadalupe Dunes sand.[10] Many of the town's homes and businesses, including several blocks of Front Street, were razed as a result of the quarter-mile-wide excavation. New buildings, homes, businesses, modern walkways and sea motif walls and benches have been constructed.[11] Wikipedia

Lough Foyle, Co. Donegal.

Szell: Is it safe?

Babe: You're talking to me?

Szell: Is it safe?

Babe: Is what safe?

Szell: Is it safe?

Babe: I don't know what you mean. I can't tell you something's safe or not, unless I know specifically what you're talking about.

Szell: Is it safe?

Babe: Tell me what the "it" refers to.

Szell: Is it safe?

Babe: Yes, it's safe, it's very safe, it's so safe you wouldn't believe it.

Szell: Is it safe?

Babe: No. It's not safe, it's... very dangerous, be careful.

 

Dr. Christian Szell in the Marathon Man

 

Thanks to Supermario

Breakfast on the Bay - Florida Keys

Lorelei Restaurant & Cabana Bar

Islamorada, Florida USA - 11/1/20

 

*[left-double-click for a closer-look - morning bay beauty]

 

loreleicabanabar.com/

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florida_keys

 

"It's Five-o'clock Somewhere" - Alan Jackson w/ Jimmy Buffett

www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPCjC543llU

The Bananaquit is a small, energetic passerine in the Tanager family that is native to the Caribbean and Central and South America. It is famous for its curved bill used to sip nectar and its habit of piercing flower bases to access it. In Jamaica it is called the "sugarbird."

 

Equipped with a sharp, curved bill, the bananaquit is a specialized nectar-feeder. It often pierces the base of a blossom to steal the nectar directly, though it also gladly eats local fruits, small insects, and granulated sugar from feeding stations like what we saw at Rocklands Bird Conservatory in Montego Bay Jamaica. They even build separate "dormitory nests" solely to use as safe, cozy places to sleep during the night.

Thankfully, you only have to keep a distance from other visitors, not the art in Potsdam's fabulous Monet exhibition.

www.museum-barberini.com/en/monet/

With strength on its wings

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