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Overwhelmed by towering trees and thick vegetation, an old, vacant barn slips almost imperceptibly into the ground, settling a little more crooked each passing year. The sounds that once filled this place of needy farm animals clamoring for attention, young farm kids hurrying to feed and care for them, have long since fallen silent.
Broken windows, sagging doors, and fences that no longer contain cows and calves serve as quiet reminders to an old farmer who might drive by for one last look at the old place. While hardly anyone else would notice the barn's steady deterioration, he would, and it would bring him no joy.
For many of my generation who grew up on farms in the middle of the last century, a return to our childhood home might reveal a similar scene. We see our barn decaying, with no effort made to preserve it anymore. Others face something even more stark, a bare farm site where every building that held memories, including the house itself, has been demolished and cleared away to create eight or nine more acres for planting corn or beans.
When I visited our home place after nearly fifty years away, I was surprised by how much smaller the barn and other buildings appeared compared to my childhood memories. Instead of a hard-working farmer, a hobby farmer now lives in our house, using it as a base for his job in town.
The barn had been altered. The doors where cows once entered were boarded over, and the area that held the stanchions where I had milked cows by hand, sitting on a one-legged stool, had been converted into an open pen where a few sheep sheltered at night.
Our old hog shed looked pristine. Gone was the barn-red paint my dad used to buy in five-gallon buckets; the current owner had painted it a clean green, another sign it was unused, because who had ever heard of a clean hog shed, much less a green one?
Overall, several of the outbuildings looked neater and better maintained than I remembered. But something essential was missing.
There was no spirit there, no sounds of animals, tractors, or corn grinders. No voices exchanging observations about the cows or pigs, or discussing what chores remained before worn-out farm boys could head to the house for a chicken supper and quiet family time, before heading to bed early because morning chores would come all too soon.
In my early years, there was no television to interrupt the gentle evening conversations. While my siblings scattered throughout the house, if my father was not too exhausted, he would sit at the kitchen table after supper and attempt to read the Worthington Daily Globe. Often his head would drop lower and lower until it rested on his weathered hands, and he'd take a short nap before rousing himself one more time to drop his bib overalls in a heap on the dining room floor on his way to bed.
In just a few hours, he'd be up before the rest of the family, ready to do it all over again.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
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Antonio De Curtis (Totò).
Grunewaldstraße.
Schöneberg.
This photo was taken on Wednesday the 26th of February.
The moon slips between clouds like a shy lover, spilling her silver light across the dark waters of Lough Leane. The mountains stand in hushed devotion, guarding the stillness, while the reeds sway gently as if dancing to a melody only the night can hear. In that quiet glow, the lake becomes a mirror for dreams, reflecting the timeless romance between earth, sky, and water.
In a game of life...
Sometimes when you loose and it just slips by ..
Don't loose on to the sportsman spirit...
Like a true sportsman keep playing on..
Your turn will eventually come !
- SIm :)
Both the circuses and music halls had extensive standing room for patrons, which often became pick-up places for prostitutes tarring the entire music hall scene as unsavoury!
London Hippodrome Theatre
Hippodrome London
March 2010
The sun slips over the horizon at Port Soif on the North West Coast of Guernsey. I had 3 days staying at St Peter Port on Guernsey and only had this evening when it looked promising for a sunset. I visited again on the following day and found some tremendous locations on this coastline. The rock formations are stunning and I would love to return to get some shots at these sites. This was taken on the headland at Port Soif looking across the small Bay towards the Grande Rocques. Taken using a NISI S5 kit with a Circular Polariser and 0.9 Soft Grad. The tide was almost full at this time and I did get a little wet with the wave action and spray from the rocks! But worth it I think.
As Autumn slips into Winter there is a promise of Spring.
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We’re thrilled to announce the expansion of Le Chateau Hamptons! Introducing East Village, a vibrant new addition to our Blake Sea coastal community. Explore a charming golf course, a lively aeroclub, and a scenic marina with slips available for rent.
This expansion also features beautiful homes available for rent, perfect for those seeking a permanent retreat by the water. Building on the timeless elegance of the Hamptons, East Village offers even more opportunities for relaxation, adventure, and coastal living.
Welcome to the next chapter of Le Chateau Hamptons – your waterfront escape just got bigger! 🌊
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People say that time slips through our fingers like sand.
What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin.
These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left....
~David Levithan, Invisibility
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I try to capture every minute....the feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Willow Point Marina
622 Jersey Avenue
Greenwood Lake, NY
Willow Point Marina is located at the North end of Greenwood Lake.
Willow Point is a true full service marina offering 150 slips with summer and winter storage, gas dock, full time mechanic, snack shack, barbeque amenities, men's and women's bathrooms and showers.
Willow Point Marina is considered to have one of the most breath taking panoramic lake and mountain views in the area along with the largest park like grounds.
Whether boating, skiing, fishing or relaxing in our grassy shaded picnic areas Willow Point offers something special for every member of the family.
Our goal is to provide our customers with the greatest boating experience! Baker Marinas offer our members the longest boating season, April 1st through December 1st. Choose one of our four locations and enjoy free weekend getaways at our other three.
Willow Point Marina
622 Jersey Avenue
Greenwood Lake, NY
Willow Point Marina is located at the North end of Greenwood Lake.
Willow Point is a true full service marina offering 150 slips with summer and winter storage, gas dock, full time mechanic, snack shack, barbeque amenities, men's and women's bathrooms and showers.
Willow Point Marina is considered to have one of the most breath taking panoramic lake and mountain views in the area along with the largest park like grounds.
Whether boating, skiing, fishing or relaxing in our grassy shaded picnic areas Willow Point offers something special for every member of the family.
Our goal is to provide our customers with the greatest boating experience! Baker Marinas offer our members the longest boating season, April 1st through December 1st. Choose one of our four locations and enjoy free weekend getaways at our other three.
Voyager 220 slips along the sea wall with the 1E44 Plymouth Leeds this afternoon.
It was just about low tide and myself and my daughter were bare footing it along the foreshore. The breeze was picking up and the temperature was dropping as per the forecast but the water was surprisingly warm,
The menacing sky was lit from behind by the last of the days sun.
I can honestly say I have never tried a shot of the sea wall whilst up to my middle in Lyme Bay. Just at this point along the wall the track rises high enough to enable seeing most of the side of the train and a little of the wheel sets.
Weaving between the slips of time on the Quiraing. What better way to clear your mind, than exploring the folds of this ancient landscape in the warm light of dawn? 🤔 ðŸ’
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This Beaux Arts building, which houses the ferry slips for the Governor's Island ferry, was built in 1906 and was once called the Maritime Ferry Building, It is on the U.S. Register of Historic Places and the New York U.S. National Register of Historic Places and is #243 on the New York City Landmarks list. "Between 2001 and 2005, in a $36 million renovation, the exterior of the building and its deteriorating wooden piers were restored and its exterior repainted in its original multiple color scheme by Jan Hird Pokorny Architects." -- NYC 2008
The large Cabo San Lucas Marina with more than 2,000 slips dominates the port of Cabo San Lucas. Cabo San Lucas or Cabo is a resort city at the southern tip of the 800 mile long Baja California Peninsula in the Mexican state of Baja California Sur. Print size 8x10 inches. HTT, HFF.
Jinx slips past the guards as she makes her way deeper into the cobra facility.
I recently scored a movie edition Sonya Blade for cheap, and I knew right away what had to be done. Now I have a Jinx that is ready for missions.
An Anhinga slips through the calm air in the last rays of the evening sun.
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Canon 7D | 400mm f/5.6L
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Anhinga | Bonita Springs, FL
We have a beach club to rent for your events, Boat slips, A fishing area where we hold N-O fishing competitions every Monday and Friday, a coffee area where you can help yourself and chill out by the water, and somewhere to just sit and relax.
Stop by and say hello :)
Visit this location at Fishbone Pier & Marina in Second Life
I wrote this song on the morning of my first day without Pappy... 😓 The accompanying photo is Pap walking with Mom, an indelible image, an image of devotion, but there's no stopping life... Because: "Time Slips Away"... www.facebook.com/halvorsong
Today we put Pappy in the ground
And Mama's in the kitchen, crying out loud
Love 'em while you got 'em, everyday
It's a fact of life, time slips away
*Time slips away into tomorrow,
but the Lord is near all those in sorrow
Angels sing when the broken pray
It's a fact of life, time slips away
Today we put Pappy in the ground
Scattered ashes to the four winds now
His body made whole, our hearts are frayed
It's a fact of life, time slips away
*Time slips away like a power cord,
runnin' to Heaven and the Holy Lord
Angels sing when the broken pray
It's a fact of life, time slips away
To this Road all runners come,
willing or not to feel God's love
The ground is hard when we turn the spade
It's a fact of life, time slips away
*Time slips away into tomorrow,
but the Lord is with all those in sorrow
Angels sing when the broken pray
It's a fact of life, time slips away
It's a fact of life, time slips away 😔
Time, sometimes the time just slips away
And your left with yesterday
Left with the memories
I, I'll always think of you and smile
And be happy for the time
I had you with me
Though we go our separate ways
I won't forget so don't forget
The memories we made
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
And we were wild and free
Please remember, please remember me
Goodbye, there's just no sadder word to say
And it's sad to walk away
With just the memories
Who's to know what might have been
We'll leave behind a life and time
We'll never know again
Every evening, just as the sun slips behind the rooftops, a small fox pup appears at the edge of the garden. At first, he came shyly—pausing behind the shrubs, ears flicking, nose testing the breeze.
Little by little, curiosity won over caution. He began to venture closer, padding softly across the grass with his bright eyes wide and wondering. Sometimes he sits and watches us with the solemn fascination only a young wild creature can have, as if he’s trying to understand our world.
He seems to love this hour best, when the garden is hushed and the last golden light pools among the flowers. We’ve come to wait for him too, feeling a quiet thrill each time his small shape appears, tail brushing the dusk.
In his visits, there’s a reminder that even the most ordinary place can hold a bit of wild magic—if you take the time to look for it.
This fence is one minute from the main street, and from it, we look down some steep embankment to a little stream.
While Miss Woolly is content to saunter around up on the high ground with me, Pip slips straight under, to race down to the water's edge, eager to persuade any sunbaking water dragons that they'd like a swim, LoL ;)
It's only a little bit of parkland, but being so close to home, we do drop in quite often, as it has a surprising amount of photo opportunities.
Parrots, lizzies, cows, greenery, interesting old farm gate, the girls mooching around, of course ... and the angle of late afternoon light here can be wonderful to play with too.
But this fence ! It really had me stumped.
Been trying to get a nice pic of it for months, to show how high the paddock grasses were caught up in the wire from the last flood.
We had an unseasonal Autumn deluge back in about last April, so you can imagine how much was caught up on it back then.
These are the 2nd & 3rd wires off the ground, about hip high on me.
Which may not mean much until I tell you that we are not down in a small gully here, but out in open country, surrounded by expansive paddocks, which all go under water.
But before that can happen, beyond the fence is a very deep drop of about 30 - 40 feet down to the stream, and the same in width, so that all has to fill up first.
The surge of run off from the nearby mountains was strong enough to take a huge chunk of the emabankment with it this time, and completely wash it away, leaving a black clay cliff face and a few tall gums still standing wonky down at the water's edge, 20 ft from where they originally grew.
I was playing around with more settings, capturing the backlit grasses, so decided to try it out on the fence - one more go, I said - and bingo, finally scored one I liked.
Taken with macro setting, for shooting with a macro converter, but used zoom lens instead.
sooc..
HFF !
Beautiful nature , it now slips
Between the wild , tender lips
Of the tree , that does rise
Up to where, you rest your eyes
Looking across , a lake of blue
Where natures love, looks back at you
Where i now, do slowly slip
My sweet love, between your lips
Where my hands, will hold your tight
All through the day and through the night
Portland, OR
I expected to bump into Victor and the Broadway Bridge Night Owl meet up, but I was a too early and had somewhere to be. No dramatic sunset unfolded while my time allowed so I settled on trying a long exposure with late afternoon light. I know very little of the ND filters and do not have one, so I improvised with a polarizer and Gradual ND2 that I have. I think the filters also caused the odd light glow above the train and some odd edge highlights. Victor's photo from the same night is pretty spectacular
As the ferry slips back into the harbour at Oban after our journey from the Isle of Mull, the atmosphere feels calm and unhurried. In the quiet passenger lounge, a lone traveller sits by himself, briefly absorbed in the glow of his smartphone. Outside, the coastline drifts closer, but inside there’s a sense of stillness—a pause between adventure and arrival
As the sun slips behind the rooftops of Edinburgh’s Georgian New Town, the soft hush of evening settles over Darnaway Street and Heriot Row. The honeyed sandstone glows in the fading light, iron railings catch the last golden flickers, and the stillness is thick with quiet elegance. Here, the past doesn’t sleep — it lingers, waiting politely for night to arrive.
Quand le soleil glisse derrière les toits de la Nouvelle Ville géorgienne d’Édimbourg, le calme du soir enveloppe doucement Darnaway Street et Heriot Row. Les pierres blondes captent les derniers feux, les grilles de fer scintillent une dernière fois, et l’atmosphère respire l’élégance figée du temps. Ici, le passé ne dort jamais : il attend simplement, avec grâce, que la nuit s’installe.
As the sun slips beneath the horizon, Rome transforms into a canvas awash in warm hues of amber and violet. The majestic domes and iconic rooftops stand sentinel, each a testament to the rich history woven into the very fabric of the city. St. Peters Basilica glimmers amidst the twilight, a beacon of faith and artistry against the evening sky. Each shadow whispers secrets of centuries past, inviting the beholder to breathe in the magic of this eternal city.
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