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A quick shot that one of us took in Falmouth some years back... and I just found it again had rather an extreme play with it!
HFF and HBM!
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Nothing fancy this time. But sometimes I do like taking quick photos mid-scene.
The Seer of the Stars and the Spellswordsman from Elyona.
Melna Vela'demion and Hiroshi Yazimoto
High Dynamic Range
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We love when our cone flowers bloom, as the Bumblebees come to forge the pollen. However, bumblebee's do not store food for long periods the same as honey bees, although they do have temporary nectar stores.
Nikon Macro Nano Lens f2.8 ~ f/4.0, 60mm, 1/1000, ISO 100
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We had two days at -21 f. at the end of January. Then we heated up to 52 f. within a few days after. The Lake Michigan ice cover went through a big melt.
I was thinking yesterday, that with a couple of days at single digits f., the lake ice might be building up again. The water was mostly calm and there was new pancake ice forming nearshore. The extended forecast for the upcoming week shows temperatures well above freezing and rain for Valentine's day. This new ice will be temporary at best.
Have a great week!
hey. i'm a bit late with this upload, but no wireless network here ):
anyway, i'm having the time of my life. school starts in less than a month and i'm terrified. gosh.
hope you're having a good time.
lovee.
The voice comes from your soul. It is the voice of the eternal longing within you, and it confirms you as a relentless pilgrim on the earth. There is something within you that no one or nothing else in the world is able to meet or satisfy. When you recognize that such unease is natural, it will free you from getting on the treadmill of chasing ever more temporary and partial satisfactions. *John O Donohue*
Life is temporary. It has a start. An end. Something in between. Something temporary. Just as life.
It starts. Ends. And you expect it to. A car will stop. A phone will die. And your watch will stop. Leaving it marks, forever reminding you of just that one moment. When life stood still, you heart skipped three beats, and you were certain of one thing.
You were being suffocated. By joy or anxiety. By thrill or devastation. Suffocated by the moment fleeting by. One second.
Defining you. Forever.
And you put it away. Had it dust down. Moments rust in boxes. But they are there. Defining you.
Moments are temporary. Gone as soon as they catch your eye. Keep it. Loose it. Forget it. It won't last. But it will be there. Rusty and cold. Reminding you just why everything comes to an end. Telling the story of one out of many times where every possible choice was wrong.
All because your view on life is not temporary.
Your watch is. Your phone, your car, my job. They change. To something bigger. Better. Worse. Or completely different.
But, emotions does not have to be. You think. And believe.
The best songs, the first snow, the calming sunset. They will impact you. It will be amazing. Always. They are your feelings. You decide. You have them.
You don't have to let go.
Fact is. You might. And you would live. Impacted by the joy, the anxiety caught in those moments. Maybe.
But then it is no longer your choice. The moment has passed. It is out of reach. Out of grasp. But it is there. More than ever.
Everything is temporary. It is nature.
Still I wait. For something lasting. Something good.
You.