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Sono combattuta tra la voglia di amare e essere amata
e la fredda consapevolezza di dover soffrire
scappare dalla felicitÃ
anche quando bussa alla tua porta
soffrire per la felicità mancata
o accoglierla
e poi piangere per la felicità perduta?
The past week had been very crazy, so the little weekended I had up north was a fitting end. Finally had the chance to visit Anawangin Cove in Zambales. The place has a surreal feel, and going there feels like stepping into a foreign place. It's very easy to find a picturesque beach lined with coconut trees here in the Philippines, but never have I seen a beachfront full of pine trees. Pine trees!
It's not that we don't have pine trees here. It's just highly unusual, growing up as a tropical island girl, to be seeing pine trees when you're not in Baguio. I guess I just had to realize that this place is maybe that special, and just soak in its magic, even if it takes me a moment or two.
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I'm going to play catch up in all of your streams. Life happened. I missed a lot. Can't wait to get inspired again. (",)
this is a stream somewhere in the Tatra Mountains in Poland...
it was not easy to take this shot as the constant sunlight peeking through the trees created rather harsh highlights - but overall I was pretty pleased with the results...
ISO 100 | f/16 | 8 sec | 10mm | CPL filter | ND filter
Enjoying the view next to a rushing Alaskan stream after a long day of dip net fishing on the Copper River outside of Glennallen, Alaska.
On the track to Doughboy bay hut up the Rakeahua river valley. Stewart Island. Our wettest day of the trip.
I found this stream on a hike. This time I used the free photo editing software "the gimp" to blend a bw and colorized layer to improve this image (hopefully!). Two second exposure to create the effect in the water.
Please view large.
D600 + AF-S NIKKOR 18-35mm f/3.5-4.5G ED. Shot by tripod. @Unazawa-Tanshoro, Unazawa, Okutama-cho, Nishiokutama-gun, Tokyo. Japan
"The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment."
Rabindranath Tagore
The traditional string instruments of Mongolia, massed on the steps of the parliament building. They played a piece in which the tempo steadily increased, finishing in near frenzy. Fantastic.
The long-gone famous Adhari Spring stream during Jacques Cartier's sightseeing of the area on Saturday, the 18th of March, 1912.
This week I've started reading up on the ancient-Greek philosopher Socrates. He died in 399BC aged about 71, coincidentally the same age as myself. So far I've learned neither of us feared death, even though in our younger years we'd both experienced active military service. We'd also both realised early in life the importance of maintaining moral virtues to protect our own mental heath and spirituality. There were also other things in common. We and our fathers had all dabbled with stonemasonry. I like that bit. Furthermore, Socrates and I each grew full beards and preferred to go bare footed whenever possible. Unfortunately we were both considered to have grown uglier as we aged. Unlike me, Socrates wasn't a writer, his wisdom is dependent on the veracity of secondary sources such as Plato, Xenophon and Wikipedia, all of which I intend to delve into for a while. I also own a weighty copy of the 800 page Oxford history of the classical world.
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For no particular reason other than it being almost the end of the year, I was wondering last night what I had been writing about on this date in the three earliest years of Fremantlebiz. In those days I didn't have a digital camera, so more words were the thing. Much more than what I write now. I used to write quite provocatively about all manner of serious subjects, some of which can easily read by clicking the links below for the three 28 Decembers of 2004, 2005 and 2006:
www.livejournal.com/users/fremantlebiz/2004/12/28/
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We would have loved to have gone on this train but John didn't think we had enough time as we were getting the bus back to Adelaide in the afternoon and there was only one bus running that day. But we would have had time!
Victor Harbor August 31, 2013, Australia.
The Cockle Train travels along the oldest steel railed railway in Australia dating back to 1887 when it was constructed to provide a link between the River Murray and the ocean wharfs at Pt Elliot and later at Victor Harbor.
After leaving Port Elliot the train climbs to the top of the coastal cliffs and passengers then experiemce some of the most picturesque coastal scenery on the Fleurieu Peninsula, with nothing separating you from the beach below and a perfect view of the Southern Ocean - in winter the home of Southern Right Whale.
After a 30 minute journey the train edges into Victor Harbor station, right in the centre of the town and surrounded with its iconic pine trees. Here, the locomotive is detached from the carriages and turned on our specially retained 30m long electric turntable before rejoining the carriages for the return journey to Goolwa.
For More Info: www.steamrangerheritagerailway.org/index.php?option=com_c...
Why is this icon journey called the "Cockle Train"? In early days of settlement the local residents would take a horse drawn train to Goolwa to collect Cockles from the sandy beaches near the Murray mouth. It was a great day's outing and thus gained its name.
For More Info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Harbor_railway_line
Visitors get an above and under water look simultaneously in this mountain stream habitat. This exhibit is home to eastern brook trout, rainbow trout, brown trout, smallmouth bass and walleye.
Cold stream flowing through the mountains near Franchoek in the Western Cape of South Africa.
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