This canal connects the North and South Marinas to Lake St. Clair. It's a busy route for summer boaters. All of the boat slips/docks/launches shown in this picture are privately owned. The public marinas are farther up the canal.

The near riverbank is Lake St. Clair Metropark; on the far riverbank are private homes.

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The mist slips under the door of my house, stretches its tentacles and reaches my bed, slipping under the covers. It whispers in my ear, "Come and join the dawn, deep in the deserted woods." I refuse to listen to this delicious chant and escape to the land of dreams. "Come on, get up and follow me! » it insists. Reluctantly, I stagger out of bed, eyes still drowned in sleep. However, I know the sun will not shine. And fog without sun always makes dull pictures. But the mist makes itself more convincing. And soon enough, I find myself plunging into the yawning forest. One by one, my sensors kick in. I don’t manage to see yet, I feel. My Nikon is on but on my shoulder. Suddenly, my heart rate accelerates. The real world drifts away, engulfed in fog. I feel I’m getting close to the witching hour. I slide along a slope next to a singing stream. I throw a big stone into it, to test its reality. I wonder : am I still in bed dreaming about this scene or really present in the blurred forest ? The answer doesn’t take long. I lose balance and find myself on all fours, butt in ice water, the laughing stock of the forest wild birds.

La brume se glisse sous la porte de ma maison, étend ses tentacules et atteint mon lit, se glissant sous la couette. Elle susurre à mon oreille « Viens te joindre à l’aurore, au creux des bois désertés. » Je refuse d’écouter ses mélopées délicieuses et cours me réfugier au pays des rêves. « Allez , lève toi et suis moi ! » insiste-t-elle. À contre-coeur, je titube hors du lit, les yeux encore noyés de sommeil. Je sais pourtant que le soleil ne sera pas au rendez vous. Le brouillard sans soleil, c’est la garantie d’une photo plombée. Mais la brume se fait plus convaincante et me voilà bientôt m'enfonçant dans la forêt qui bâille. Un à un mes capteurs se réveillent. Je sens, je ne vois pas encore. Je ressens, je n’arme pas encore mon Nikon. Soudain, mon rythme cardiaque s’accélère. Le monde réel s’éloigne, englouti dans le brouillard. Je sens que j’approche de l’instant magique. Je glisse le long d’un talus où chante un ruisseau. J'y jette une grosse pierre comme pour en tester la réalité. Je ne sais plus si je suis encore dans mon lit à rêver ce décor, ou bien réellement présente dans cette forêt estompée au buvard. La réponse ne tarde pas. Je perds pied et me retrouve les fesses dans l’eau glacée sous la risée des oiseaux sauvages.

... Jacobs creek, normally overflowing it's banks, barely slips by, waiting for the autumn rains ...

Steveston is a charming fishing village that is situated in Richmond BC, on the Mighty Fraser River

Canada

Definitely one of British Columbia's best kept secrets.

If you enjoy quaint fishing villages, combined with light and vibrant colours, I am pleased to extend an invitation for you to browse through my.... 'I 💖 Steveston album'

www.flickr.com/photos/120552517@N03/albums/72157677404584764

If you look close, you will see Mt. Baker, located in Washington. USA

Mt Baker also known as Koma Kulshan or simply Kulshan, is an active glaciated andesitic stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc and the North Cascades of Washington in the United States.

I appreciate your kind words of support and would like to thank-you all, for taking the time to view and acknowledge my photography.

~Christie (happiest) by the River

Steveston's fishing and sailing vessels moored calmly in their boat slips.

The scenic, Steveston Heritage Fishing Villiage is a charming & ever so romantic fishing village that is situated in Richmond BC on the Mighty Fraser River

Definitely one of British Columbia's best kept secrets.

I 💖 Steveston

Thank-you for all the overwhelming support and many friendships. Wishing you all health during this difficult time.

Stay Healthy

>>>Best experienced in full screen<<<

>>>Best experienced in full screen<<<

Steveston's fishing and sailing vessels moored calmly in their boat 'slips'.

I especially like, what reminds me of rows of 'T's (Dock Pilings)

The scenic, Steveston Heritage Fishing Village is a charming & ever so romantic fishing village that is situated in Richmond BC on the Mighty Fraser River

Definitely one of British Columbia's best kept secrets.

I 💖 Steveston

Thank-you for all the overwhelming support and many friendships. Wishing you all health during this difficult time.

Stay Healthy

Steveston's fishing and sailing vessels moored calmly in their boat 'slips'.

I especially like, what reminds me of rows of 'T's ( Dock Pilings )

* Once a year, for five years running, I have taken this mirrored image in this same location, and posted it to Flickr. I have titled the set, Glass Slipper(s).

The scenic, Steveston Heritage Fishing Village is a charming & ever so romantic fishing village that is situated in Richmond BC on the Mighty Fraser River

Definitely one of British Columbia's best kept secrets.

I 💖 Steveston

Thank-you for all the overwhelming support and many friendships. Wishing you all health during this difficult time.

Stay Healthy

>>>Best experienced in full screen<<<

Lady Ice slips into her soul

Lady Ice leaves a house so cold

Lady Ice did you know that the world was lonely too

Drifting snows searching plains and high

Turning stones as she looks for the heart somebody stole

She knows the violation

In lovers arms without occasion

But who knows where to find the true heart for Lady Ice

Mesmerized in the candle flame

Compromised by the cruel bands of steel around her breasts

She knows the desolation

Of lovers arms their isolation

But who knows where to find the true heart for Lady Ice

Lady's eyes slip away from the part she plays in school

She knows of roles and hideaways

Suppose she knows but turns away

She knows where to find the true heart for Lady Ice

Lady Ice step outside your soul

Lady Ice do you know that the world is frightened too

youtu.be/4csWNVnKyyE

In the cold of the full moon on this night

Time itself it slips away, now you are mine

Slowly hours pass all through the night

Together we can disappear for a while

Now I am still forever and ever and ever

Now I am still forever and ever and ever

Endless, endless, now I am still

Endless, endless, your body is endless

Watching the hourglass on that night

We touched the stars

And reached the moon for a time

I'm lost in a moment with you, it feels right

We're floating above the stars, you and I

Now I am still forever and ever and ever

Now I am still forever and ever and ever

Endless, endless, now I am still

Endless, endless, your body is endless

I am still forever and ever and ever

Now I am still forever and ever and ever

Endless, endless, now I am still

Endless, endless, your body is endless

I am still, now I am still

Now I am still, now I am still

www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUmrrBgHHZo&index=4&list=...

Location: Salmson Isle.

Lady Ice slips into her soul

Lady Ice leaves a house so cold

Lady Ice did you know that the world was lonely too

Drifting snows searching plains and high

Turning stones as she looks for the heart somebody stole

She knows the violation

In lovers arms without occasion

But who knows where to find the true heart for Lady Ice

Mesmerized in the candle flame

Compromised by the cruel bands of steel around her breasts

She knows the desolation

Of lovers arms their isolation

But who knows where to find the true heart for Lady Ice

Lady's eyes slip away from the part she plays in school

She knows of roles and hideaways

Suppose she knows but turns away

She knows where to find the true heart for Lady Ice

Lady Ice step outside your soul

Lady Ice do you know that the world is frightened too

youtu.be/4csWNVnKyyE

No slips available along this dock. Another photo from my sailing day. It was fun to be sailing again and I took many photos:)

HFF and have a great weekend.

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She slips off into a dream.

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Jeans: Blueberry - Power Play

Hair: DOUX - Summer Day Hairstyle

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Sunlight reflects off the bows of vessel nestled in their slips for the night.

I especially like, what reminds me of rows of 'T's (Dock Pilings)

The scenic, Steveston Heritage Fishing Village is a charming & ever so romantic fishing village that is situated in Richmond BC on the Mighty Fraser River

Definitely one of British Columbia's best kept secrets.

I 💖 Steveston

Thank-you for all the overwhelming support and many friendships.

Stay Healthy

>>>Best experienced in full screen<<<

another morning, another day, another hope slips away.

I still have to think

I still have to live,

for I still have to think

― Friedrich Nietzsche

Ólafur Arnalds - The Journey

The charge slips keep reminding me :-)

Robert Orben, 2100 Laughs For All Occasions

HGGT!! Justice Matters!

glacier national park, montana, usa

As our summer slips away with the hottest temperatures on record where I live.. and so late in the summer...

Nothing like curling up with a good book and snuggling with your fur babies while you read. They get it when you need peace and quiet and accept you unconditionally. ♥

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend coming up.

✈️ : Reality Escape

This is such a beautiful sim to get lost on.. definitely worth the visit. So many interesting little places to just get lost.

Nutmeg has done it yet again...

Get the new "Forgotten Library" set now at Anthem.

Anthem: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Anthem/86/161/1114

From the Forgotten Library Set:

Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Bust

Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Candlestick 3-5

Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Book Pile

Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Side Table

Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Candlesticks

Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Rose Bonus Item

Also pictured from Nutmeg:

Nutmeg. Laundry Day Armchair w/books

Visit the Nutmeg Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/REKA%20Holdings/129/126/21

Nutmeg Flickr: flic.kr/ps/Yr6Sn

A sneak peek of some gorgeous Camdem items...the bathrub alone is spectacular...click it and listen to the relaxing water sound!

From Camdems newest collection, A Moment in Time, out now at Cosmopolitan:

Camdem - A Moment in Time BathTub Poseless

Camdem - A Moment in Time Lavender Dream

Camdem - A Moment in Time Lavender GIFT

Find them here: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/No%20Comment/131/61/22

Vistit the Camdem Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Tiara/144/106/20

Camdem Flickr: flic.kr/ps/3jvjpF

Other decor items used:

Apple Fall Hampton Outdoor Fireplace

Ariskea[Lavende] Lavender Pot

CONCEPT} 09. SAL. Blue pot

Thanks for stopping by! 😄​

Featuring SULFUR Set for Hentai Fair!

- SULFUR. Amii Lingerie and Corset

Backdrop by Varonis

- VARONIS - "Don't go out!" Backdrop

~*Spring*~

The warm breeze slips

Over and under bare branches

Lifting the brown blanket

That covered the earth.

The melodic songs of birds

Waking up Spring

Float through my open window.

Mother earth brings new possibilities

As nature conquers entropy with love.

New life stirs.

Flowers of hope wiggle free.

Glimmers of color reach to the sky.

The sweet smell of rebirth

Floats in the air.

Days growing longer

Making me ponder

The real meaning of life.

Spring gives me hope.

*Kaciee*

Steveston's fishing and sailing vessels moored calmly in their boat slips.

The scenic, Steveston Heritage Fishing Village is a charming & ever so romantic fishing village that is situated in Richmond BC on the Mighty Fraser River

Definitely one of British Columbia's best kept secrets.

I 💖 Steveston

>>>Best experienced in full screen<<<

Above, below, beauty slips

Filling perfectly natures lips

That do kiss, your looking eyes

With their cloud filled lovely skies

You do gaze across the lake

Where sweet love, you do make

With the beauty, that you see

Covering the skies, so wild and free

Oh sweet flower, your wetness slips

Off your pinkness, onto my lips

Flowing down, my waiting face

Passion drips and does race

Like my heart, that does beat

My lips you wet, with your beauty sweet

I drink slowly,your fine wine

That does taste,so divine

On your pinkness,where it slips

Coating with wetness my soft lips

~*~ SPRING ~*~

The warm breeze slips

Over and under bare branches

Lifting the brown blanket

That covered the earth.

The melodic songs of birds

Waking up Spring

Float through my open window.

Mother earth brings new possibilities

As nature conquers entropy with love.

New life stirs.

Flowers of hope wiggle free.

Glimmers of color reach to the sky.

The sweet smell of rebirth

Floats in the air.

Days growing longer

Making me ponder

The real meaning of life.

Spring gives me hope.

by Kaciee

〠 It was too cute, I couldn’t help but press the shutter button. You can admire many interesting and colorful buildings dating from the late 18th century and the 19th century in the Centro Habana district. Many are worn by time and many are under renovation. But the fact remains that they are fascinating and a visit is a must ... on foot, of course !

〠 C’était trop mignon, je n’ai pu m’empêcher d’appuyer sur le déclencheur. On peut admirer de nombreux bâtiments intéressants et colorés datant de la fin du 18ème siècle et du 19ème siècle dans le quartier Centro Habana. Beaucoup sont usés par le temps et beaucoup sont en cours de rénovation. Mais le fait demeure qu'ils sont fascinants et une visite s’impose ... à pied, bien sûr !

〠 Fue demasiado lindo, no pude evitar presionar el botón del obturador. Se puede admirar muchos edificios interesantes y coloridos que datan de final del siglo XVIII y del siglo XIX en el distrito de Centro Habana. Muchos son usados por el tiempo y muchos están en renovación. Pero el hecho es que son fascinantes y una visita es un deber ... a pie, por supuesto !

On the edge of the mist

Your waiting mouth is slowly kissed

By sweet natures, tender lips

That in the mist, seductively slips

Onto your mouth, to softly caress

Thrilling your heart and to undress

The hidden thoughts of your mind

Which in the mist, i will find

At the edge of natures lake

Where your heart surrenders and love we make

"As Summer into Autumn slips

And yet we sooner say

"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest

We turn the sun away....."

part of a poem by: Emily Dickinson

I used "Clean" by: Topaz Labs

Please view: Large On Black and see the painted structure.

Thank you dear friends for watching, your comments,

your faves and most of all your friendship!

We are sending you hugs and love.

Addy and ♱Alfie

Looking inside the open lips

My eyes they look, my finger slips

Into the wet , that i do see

Flowing beautifully in front of me

Tempting me to sink inside

Find the treasure, that it does hide

under the wetness, that now slips

Into my eyes, between the lips

Caress the water, caress the lake

Natural love , you do make

As the skies of steel grey

Cover the lake, where waves they play

Waves of fear, waves of love

Clash on the water, rise above

Until in the branches, they do rest

Where they feed om natures breast

That does rest on their lips

As through the branches , beauty slips

Some wild cowslips catching their own reflection

Shooting passion into the sky

Shooting passion, way up high

Shooting passion, on your face

As your waves of passion race

Shooting passion, into the lake

Where sweet passion , we do make

Shooting in between your lips

As my passion inside you slips

BORG

PSDB slips through the tunnel at Caledonia, Pa on the Penn Secondary as it returns west from Driftwood. I sure do miss all the options college life in Altoona presented for photographing trains.

A caracal slips carefully out of the dust and darkness to drink at a waterhole in the Shompole Wilderness in Kenya's Southern Rift Valley. 鲰25 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com

It's so relaxing here.

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A dying sun slips off the edge of the earth

its light banished until Dawn's rebirth.

Night punctuates a dog's bark

with notes of a lark.....

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A mellow sunset yesterday at Janesmoor Pond in the New Forest in Hampshire, UK.

Winter has come late to Central Oregon's high desert the last few years, often dumping its highest volume of snow from February through mid-April. As March slips by, most folks hope the snow slips by with it. (But please, don't tell anybody, but I happen to think its beauty will be missed.)

I feel you on my soft skin

You taste my juice, that lies within

You drain me slowly with your lips

My nectar, on your mouth it slips

Sweet, so sweet is the taste

You devour it with much haste

Drowning in my sweet wine

That thrills your senses and tastes divine

The sun slips below Glacier's Boulder Ridge. with a wee window on Lake Sherburne between the fall foliage.

This is some of the beauty one enjoys as you approach the Many Glacier area of Glacier National Park.

Happy Friday!

Autumn slips in very gently. One day its warm summer then early one morning there's a chill in the air and we know Autumns arrived. We also know this because we get acorns.

Acorns are technically a fruit because they have a seed but they also have hard shells so they're classified as nuts. Perhaps there should be some sort of hybrid term for them?? Dunno!