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The construction yard of the new Opera house of Skopje. The column arch in front of it is already here.
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Stell dir vor, es gäb‘ kein‘ Himmel
es ist ganz leicht, wenn du’s versuchst.
Unter uns keine Hölle
über uns nur‘s Firmament
Stell dir vor, alle Völker
lebten in Frieden hier.
Die Welt wär ohne Grenzen,
wie wunderbar das wär'.
Nie mehr Flucht vor Kriegen,
Vertreibung gäb's nicht mehr.
Stell dir vor, wir leben
ohne Hass und Neid.
Du magst sagen, dass ich träume,
doch ich bin damit nicht allein.
Eines Tag‘s vielleicht sind wir viele
und diese Welt ist vereint.
Stell dir vor, ’s gäb keine Armut,
Glaube mir, das würde geh’n.
Sinnlos wär'n Gier und Hunger,
es ist noch nicht zu spät.
Stell dir vor alle Völker
teilen sich gerecht die Welt
Du magst sagen...
Lied bei John Lenon
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Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don't frighten me at all
Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn't frighten me at all.
I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won't cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don't frighten me at all.
That new classroom where
Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls
They don't frighten me at all.
Don't show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I'm afraid at all
It's only in my dreams.
I've got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
by Maya Angelou
Kauffman Center for the Performing Arts
Kansas City, MO.
Outside it's a frosty and chilly sunset while inside the symphony conjures up a classical masterpiece.
Mike D.
This was an art installation from May 10 to June 21 down at the World Trade Center. There were about 10 of these creating a pathway down toward the 9/11 Memorial. It’s now been removed, but it was very cool. These metal spheres turned, and as they turned, you would hear sounds. it was up to the visiting public to turn them and then of course the center circle had a reflective glass in them. At first they were not very impressive but when you began to play with them, they ended up being quite fun. Unfortunately I discovered the display on June 20.
Eons ago there were hills and valleys at the northern end of NZ's South Island. Now the sea has flooded in and made sounds. Seen from Air NZ shortly after take-off from Wellington on our way home.
Crescent Beach
Surrey, BC
Canada
The beauty of a sunset, is how the colours change from one moment to the next.
Vancouver Photowalk
I invite you to view my Night and Twilight album:
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~Christie (happiest) by the River
( or in this case, the ocean : )
We were very fortunate to visit Milford Sound/Piopiotahi again recently. A great day for it. Milford Sound is a fiord in the south west of New Zealand's South Island located at the top of Fiordland National Park. The scenery is hard to describe. Natural beauty: serene, tranquil, spiritual. The mountains and deep fiords commands respect. It is also one of the wettest spots in New Zealand so dramatic cloud cover and some drizzle is to be expected.
Fiordland, New Zealand
Holland America's 'Maasdam' is looking fairly small in this wonderful setting of nature. Image taken from 'Norwegian Jewel'.
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Re-post of a previously edited photo
Winter blues ...
And yet, it's so cold,
and it looks lifeless,
with no sounds or birds
nor hungry fox
and the day will end,
and life will begun again,
waiting for spring and
the bear's cubs
and she'll hold
the secrets,
of winter's past ...
Max Tuta
01/19/18
Az ....
I took this image a year ago after Christmas from the balcony of my mom's home in Schuders, a small mountain village located in the Swiss Alps near the Austrian border. It's beautiful up there.
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A couple of years ago a road side stop for this outstanding view. So, so beautiful. I just adore this route (Queen Charlotte Drive) which passes through many delightful bays and beautiful forested areas.
Gonna start a series from the Oregon coast.
Nothing quite like the sounds of flying birds and surging waves against a rocky shore. This was taken near Depoe Bay.
Mountains and their ecosystems are my primary passion but I've felt the pull of the surf more recently. Years in the Navy provided some great surf time when younger. I enjoyed a trip to the southern Oregon coast last year, which I'll post soon. Here's some from an earlier trip to the central OR coast.
Have a wonderful week!
Lore Hunter Rest Cabin
For WLRP opening 12/4
Includes rest, cot, and sled (which is a 50 L group cheapie for the holiday)
epoch- janie christmas outfit
Shown in all white.
Hud has many christmas colors and textures
sweater panties boots socks
reborn waifu legacy larax
CP 118 makes it way across the dam in Parry Sound, soon to get back onto the CP at South Parry. This really shouldn't have been at 5pm, but 119 was having issues in Mactier and moderate dispatch/management incompetence had this sitting a while.
Doc and I stood watching a busy beaver prepare for winter, as he swam between his lodge and the trees that lined his pond. In this photo you can see his wake in the water, and his head between the trees on the left.
I thought that this delightful poem by Del Ray told the story of beaver life in Alaska perfectly . . .
There’s a trail no one walks in the forest
that’s lined with a quilt of leaves,
webbed feet of the largest rodent*
scamper as fallen trees grieve.
Trees wilt with the sound of gnawing,
as wolves in the distance, howl,
and moose clamber over rocks fallen,
while wildcats stalk prey as they growl.
The beavers are content with their chewing,
they gather and chew chew chew,
not like old steam engines of trains
that chug through the valleys of dew.
They chew through the aspen and birch,
those beavers take down the sweet maple;
they gather the twigs and the branches,
that’s fodder on their muddy table.
And quietly in their spiky lodge,
their kits, as cute as they are,
they plan their dam of destruction
under the shiny north star,
reminding the race of humans,
we’re not the only ones chopping down trees,
they weren’t just meant to be hats,
like us they have families and needs.
So beavers keep growing and gnawing
through the winter as snowflakes fall,
yet seeds of change will soon sprout
in the spring, when song birds call.
Poem by Del Ray