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dawn
the cosmic dance
a breath of wind
This kowhai tree flowers in late winter and the birds, especially tui, go crazy! I used to be able to sit at an open window and be in this tree with them (part of the house is elevated - being built on a slope) but our landlady has had the house double glazed, and while it's warmer inside by about 2C... now the window doesn't open. Things change... tho I wish it were different!
I'm still a slave to the birds... but spring is getting closer and soon I'll be back.
I'm grateful for the quiet company here...
thanks and well wishes to all :-)
The “scape_lands“ is a readymade-fotowork series developed since 2010.
The theme is the hermetical law of correspondence (we exist in all planes, astral as well as physical) I discovered the scape_lands in the urban environments, the streets of Berlin.
YANOMANO
On the hot days Gerrie likes to go out and let his fur blow in the breeze.
Lucky him.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
Oh my shadow, please come to the light
I would show you my world,
Oh my shadow, please come to the light
We could read newspaper together
Oh my shadow, please come to the light
We could watch the episodes of human beings
My world is held in as much excitement as confusion
What is my world, when compared to yours that
awaits you
Hlif
Kleifarvatn, Iceland
A blustery day at the beach, the wind is blowing so strong, the sand is hitting and stinging your ankles. The water is rough, and difficult to maneuver around in, so what's the sense?
During a visit to Denmark, as we departed, I saw this wonderful sight. It was early morning, the sun was rising, the clouds were low, and in the distance you could see a ship, the Oresund bridge and the wind turbines, amazing!
Mother Nature, we believe in you
The sun was shining, no clouds
From the north, all the cold wind
I was walking on the ground
It was much surprise to see the flowers
In the spirit of fire and ice.
Small purple flowers, unexpected
Hlif
Kleifarvatn, Iceland
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{..يا طير يا طاير على أطراف الدنييِ .. لو فيك تحكي للـ حبايب شو بني يا طير يا طير ~
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صبحكم الله بـ الايمان و طاعة الرحمن
هـ الصوره خذت مني وقت طويل وانا أعدل عليها
XP ولا استشرت حد اذا كانت زينه أو نحول
!.. أتمنى تعطوني رايكم و بـ صراحه
''^^ و لا هنتوا جميعاً
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No comments with photos please =Pp
=Pp بدون دعايات لـ صوركم الله يرحم والدينا و والديكم
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Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow
Dolly Parton Wildflowers from the recording Trio
Wind River Range
Wyoming
The Wind River Range includes more than 40 named peaks over 13,000 feet, including Gannett Peak, Wyoming’s highest at 13,804 feet. Seven of the largest glaciers in the Rocky Mountains are found here, including the single largest glacier in the American Rockies. There are over 1,300 named lakes in the Wind River Range, and the headwaters of the Green River arise here. The Continental Divide crests the Wind River Range’s entire length.
This wilderness is a place to explore when you are young and have plenty of stamina. I was happy just to see the mountains from a distance.
Hope you are enjoying a beautiful weekend. Thanks, as always, for stopping by and for your kind comments, awards and faves -- I appreciate them all.
© Melissa Post 2021
Sometimes ….
You never see it coming
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7gnUzf_aW4
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
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I walked in to get a closer look at my favorite barn. The wind was rustle the leaves and grass. It was a nice peaceful moment.
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AmaZingg is the right name for this place. It’s amazing to live here. Lovely landscaping, beautiful plots and friendly people. Come have a look maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/AmaZingg/18/103/23. You can contact our Landlord TheWind (DeWind Kwak).
Hi there,
In this image you can see me standing on the continental divide at altitude 3700mtr or 12300ft
Tent was very near...as usual. How I am finding these places?
I am the one who seeks
Seeks inside myself and outdoors as well
So far I am more successful in finding awesome places in nature, not in myself
Gonna keep movin
Wind River range, Wyoming
Life is for living
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哪有一道視線可以穿透靈魂，若不是你揭了深幕，洩露了風聲。
哪裡有可以偷心的賊，還不是你坦敞的胸膛，未加設防。
沒有一直的堅強，也沒有永遠的軟弱，你才領略什麼是需要，以及被需要。
在獲得凝視以前，海洋只是海洋，天空只是天空。
當你們甦張雙眸之後， 天 空 才 能 不 畏 迢 遙 的 ， 在 遠 處 輕 吻 海 洋 。
minolta hi-matic 7s.*
Agfa Vista. *
Schooner Rose Dorothea, winner of the Fishermen´s Race in Massachusetts Bay in 1907. My colorization of an image in the Library of Congress archive (Detroit Publishing Co. collection). Nathaniel Livermore Stebbins was probably the photographer.
"One of the famed “Indian Head” schooners,the original Rose Dorothea was designed by Thomas McManus and built at the Tarr & James Shipyard in Essex, MA in 1905.She was 108.7 feet long, weighed 108 tons and had a crew of 26 men. Her rounded bow enabled her to sail closer into thewind, which made her faster than other schooners of the era. During Boston’s Old Home Week Celebration in August 1907, a cup was offered by Sir Thomas Lipton for a Fishermen’s Race in Massachusetts Bay.Two of the competing schooners were from Provincetown: the Rose Dorothea and the Jessie Costa. The race was a 42-mile course, laid from Thieves Ledge off Boston Light, to Davis Ledge off Minot’s Light, to Eastern Point, Gloucester and back to Boston. Despite losing her fore-topmast in the final leg of the race, the Rose Dorothea, captained by Marion Perry and skippered for the race by John Watson, won the Lipton Cup and a $650 cash prize. The Rose Dorothea brought the Lipton Cup back to Provincetown on August 1, 1907 to great fanfare; a broom symbolically tied to her mast indicated a “clean sweep.” No other race was ever sailed to place the Lipton Cup in contention. The men known to be crew members at the time of the race were: Antone Amaral, Isadore Jesse Fratus, Joseph R. Holmes, Willie Jason, Joseph Leal, Manuel Marshall, Thomas O’Donnell, Manuel Perry, AntonePrada, Eduardo Salvador, John PavonSantos, William Silva, Manuel Souza, Joseph “Iron Horse” Viera, and John Wilson.The other crew members are not known.In 1977, as a tribute to the great fishing schooner, construction began in the Heritage Museum, now the Provincetown Public Library. A half-scale replica of the Rose Dorothea was dedicated on June 25,1988. The completed model spans a 66'6" length and a 12'6" beam."
(Provincetown Library)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhTr7TsxfyQ
I listen to the wind of my soul ...
I let my music take me where my heart wants to go
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TaKaMi --> Pullip Assa
photo choisie pour concoursthème: "le vent".
It's a picture for a contest: "the wind".
Explore #348
Punto d'ascolto - Listening Post - Poste d'écoute:
Entrada Gratuïta :
OMAR AKRAM - >Dancing with the wind<
From album: Free as a bird
Vento che mi prendi...vento che mi accarezzi..vento che mi attraversi..danzami..inebriami,respirami, scivolami,seguimi, possiedimi, e ti lascero' entrare dappertutto..ad occhi socchiusi attendero' il tuo respiro, e danzero' con te..
Video consigliato:
A tribute:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeZvx-bV_zg
"When in the same lapse of time the distinct lives for age run in parallel, at times there are the moments where, in the voiceless language of the eyes, everything becomes a silent learning.................................."
Enlarge your eyes.
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"Abbiamo veramente perso l’abitudine di essere accarezzati da gesti piccoli ed inattesi, così piccoli da lasciare un segno nel cuore e renderci meravigliosi perché semplicemente felici.
Fate in modo che non vi manchino le persone giuste perché quelle sbagliate, purtroppo.......... non mancano mai, !!!!
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Thanks for visit,buenas noches a todos,
No wind,......................................... no fly.
à bientôt-Dan !
I listen to the wind
To the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
Only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never
- Cat Stevens, The Wind
Model: Zee Anna
Fort Myers Beach, Florida
Easily my favorite shot taken this week. Anna is so damn graceful, it hurts. It kind of looks like she's hooked a ride on a cloud, I think.
Musically Challenged: Cat Stevens - The Wind
Good afternoon my Flickr friends , still no spring yet , hmmmmmmm i wonder where it has got to ? oh well here is a photo i captured of some lovely delicate flowers that are in the garden , what i liked is the raindrops on the petals , i think it is really a weed , but i like them , they look so delicate , hope all is well , for me im still in front of the window in my chair watching the birds outside . the trees are swaying in the wind , i hope you like the poem too , i would love to hear your comments please if possible if you have a moment , thankyou very much , take care and have a great week , with love claire :)xx
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LOST SPRING:Love and Peace:
The seasons has lost its spring,
Just listento the birds as they sing.
Where are the flowers that are suppose to bloom,
Growing altogethermaking no room.
Where are the daffodils with trumpets a glow,
A Chilly wind when the north wind does blow.
We had winter with white snow on the ground,
Thewind whistles through the trees without a sound.
Hardly any colour in the sky,
Watching the birds fly so high.
They fly with their wings out wide,
Squrriels scurry and go and hide.
Underneath the pond is so green,
No frogs yet , they cannot be seen.
A shimmering silver path where the snails moving in the light,
Making arty pattens in the sight.
The wonders that we cannot cease,
Perhaps one day the world will be all love and peace.
copyright claire 2013