A Gift of Friendship
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A pair of Northern Gannets at their nest.
The male on the left had just returned and the female started to shake her head from side to side as if saying "Where have you been for all this time?"
The male then started to dart forward excitedly towards the female, beak agape,but never got too close.!
A few days later the female laid her first egg in the nest.
The head shaking is behaviour I have seen before but I have never managed to capture it on camera!.
Taken at RSPB Bempton.
Brother and sister, together as friends, ready to face whatever life sends. Joy and laughter or tears and strife, holding hands tightly as we dance through life.
featuring Candy
Do you follow your feelings
Down through alleyways of strife?
Perhaps you've found the dark ones
Have become the way of life
People hanging out in the back ways of Tulsa.
Survival can be a matter of luck or skill. And you can't rely on luck.
Image inspired by Final Fantasy with some extra Zing.
A few awesome artefacts i found whilst searching the Lanevo Store, this includes the Ghoulies Mask and Cybuster Sword! Both come with HUDs to add you own twist on things.
Check them out on Mp @ marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/25372
or in world @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hippoden/92/130/27
You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge.
There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.
-- Bill Bryson
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Black paint and flour are a huge SOB to clean.
This looked a lot better in my head.... Damn.
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Urban exploration finds us scrambling for shelter prior to the latest weather outbreak, as if the four winds of strife are about to be released.
Final Fantasy VII Remake Intergrade
• UUU 4.17 by Otis_Inf, Cheat Table by Otis_Inf and SkallEdit
• Captured on PC with ReShade 4.9.1
• Edited in Lightroom Classic
Second Valley South Australia
Amazing clouds flew over after dawn at Second Valley a few weekends ago. I imagine what this would have looked like if occurring at dawn!
A shot of the mountain Sgurr na Stri (The Peak of Strife) from Elgol, Isle of Skye, Scotland. The weather was a wee bit dreich when I took the photo but it created some drama as the storm clouds swirled around the mountain top. Sgurr Hain is the mountain behind to the right, with the Black Cuillins to the left.
And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends
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f/1.8, 1/5000, ISO 100, 35 mm Canon 7D
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The Eden Project, Cornwall.
"The Dionysian myths are amongst the oldest and most potent stories that link mankind with nature. Not only do they serve as an insight into ancient civilizations, but they also articulate truths of human nature that resonate with veracity to this day - beneath the veneer of everyday society lie dark and powerful forces of unpredictable magnitude, brutal passion and fragile mortality are present so frequently in situtuations of war and strife"
this is the pathway for the powerlines, it has been recently slashed and the long cut grass lies in patterns
Sgurr na Stri, or the Hill of Strife, is well named. At one time it marked the boundary between clan territories, and more recenty in 1982 claimed the lives of a F-111F crew who flew into the southern face during a night exercise. Taken on Fuji Velvia, whilst standing in the surf at Elgol, Isle of Skye.
Death is such a mysterious concept especially a premature death. There can be beauty in death. Sometimes it is physical other times it is within. I am fascinated by the idea that one day we will simply not be as we once were…anymore or ever again.
Death Poem: By Douglas Denzine
what must it be to pass, deceased
to stop all this seeing and go beneath
do they give you wings to rise back up
or are you left with all your senses shut
are there any answers to this puzzle
do you become your heart muscle
are there lines waiting to get out
is there hell like everyone is talkin about
do you meet jesus or simply just stop
your bones dust and blood begins to clot
is there a way to make peace
send back all of your love at least
do we do it alone or with friends
with our family or do we just pretend
what it must be like to never be again
How will you go?
RUBBLE AND STRIFE Divorce row husband Ian Clowes ‘blows up house’ with him and his wife inside after she won legal battle and ‘was having him kicked out’
In continuation of the series...this is the spot where Parley Street in Nauvoo, Illinois meets the banks of the mighty Mississippi River. In February 1846, the early Mormon saints traveled down Parley Street to the frozen river and crossed into Iowa as they fled from violent persecution. From there, they continued westward into the wilderness and eventually settled in the Rocky Mountains.
We know from their accounts and journals that many of them turned to look back at their beloved city and the gleaming temple on the hillside in the bend of the river, knowing that they probably would never see them again. In December, they had completed the building of the temple enough for them to receive their temple endowments and begin entering in celestial, or eternal, marriages.
Today, there is a dam further downstream, so the river is now wider than it was in the 1800s. A memorial at the end of Parley Street overlooks the river and contains the names of nearly two thousand saints who died on the difficult and perilous journey across the early American frontier, through the mountains, and into the Salt Lake Valley. There, they built the city of Salt Lake City, Utah. Since that time, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has spread across the globe and now has over 16 million members.
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Hackpen Hill
Spring comes late here in the beech-hanger
clinging to the lip of the Downs
no buds breaking, no songbirds singing,
but there are voices here in the wood.
Voices more persistent than the wind whistling
over puddles on the ancient track, more anguished
than the grinding of tree-limb on tree-limb, calling
down the years, haunting the hidden history
of a place long in human significance.
The moaning north-easterly and the groaning branches
hint at misery and strife, taunting the imagination:
is it a reality, this ethereal cry heard in the stillness
within the transitory shelter of the trees?
There is recent heart-ache here, for a circlet of daffodils,
their spears breaking last autumn’s compressed leaf-fall,
has been planted around an anonymous site, echoing
the burial barrows punctuating the misty horizon.
The elusive music of the wood sings to a tune older
than that of the skylark, heard fleetingly as it climbs into a patch
of hazy cerulean; a refrain more insistent than the clamour of rooks
buffeted by the blustering breeze, demanding recognition.
Paths criss-cross the woodland floor, wandering ways trodden
by unknown creatures and unknown people, negotiating
the fallen trunks, the briar tangles, the nettle patch.
The timeless invocations of the revenant whispers, beseech
understanding: our own speech sounds feeble in comparison,
frail even, of little substance.
Yet soon, too soon, our voices may be joined to those of the past,
and call to listeners in the future:
we were here, we were here…
My anxiety's clawing
Out from deep within me
It burns within as my throat begins to cauterize
This negativity's leeching
Any shred of composure
Rationale has decayed and left me bound in madness
I reach for calm
I starve for a balance unknown
This burden tortures me deep in my soul
I've found that strife won't make the bleeding stop
Nor will it take away the pain
I feel like this search is all in vain
And I struggle to find my way
Cloud storms into battle!
I've wanted a Cloud Strife figure since I started playing him as my secondary in Smash Ultimate. I wanted a 6 inch Cloud, but sadly, all the 6 inch ones are funky looking. But then the admin of the toynewsi forum picked me as the recipient of their $100 BBTS store credit giveaway and suddenly this guy was within reach!!
Colorado just passed a law allowing rain barrels to collect rainwater in people's yards. Water rules are so strict in the American West and Southwest that there are/were laws prohibiting people from collecting rain on their property/leaseholds because this might keep precious water from reaching the holders of water rights in their area. Seriously.
This is a ditch gate to control water flow both in the ditches and to help prevent flooding when all that rain barrel water pours into the streams.
Many environmentalists and futurists are concerned that water may be the cause of increasing global strife.