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There are quite a large number of feral rabbits on the west side of Sidney. People love feeding them, even though it is against the law and comes with a stiff $2000 fine.
A year ago, I walked over to one of their favourite spots after a heavy snow to have some fun.
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Half glazed, half unglazed, these earthenware water jars have remained unchanged in terms of production since the 11th century.
In Myanmar, the Myanmarese bury them in the ground to keep their water stocks cool. They are considered indispensable for the storage of fresh water.
Let's see what's inside........hmmmmmm!
This was taken in front of the temple in Toa Payoh, Singapore. This is the place where they have the most spectacular lotus flowers seen until now and also you can get very close to them.
Thank you all so much for your comments and invitations and it's really appreciated!!
... from our Botanical Garden,
but now we've visited them 'at home' ;-))
Madeira cranesbill / Madeira-Storchschnabel (Geranium maderense)
in the beautiful garden of our holiday cottage in São Vicente, Madeira Island, Portugal
for a colourful Sunday!
Shot near Central Park.These are the actual colors on the structure.I just enhanced them a little.I don't exactly know which street I took this shot,but between 59th and 79th streets there are many old mansions that once were owned by some of NYC elite from the 19th century.Some of them have been converted into embassies and museums.Most of the museums are strewn along 5th Avenue between 82nd and 104th streets in what is known as Museum Mile.
One of my favourite gulls and, after the Kittiwake, probably the one with the gentlest of expressions. Much commoner in Scotland than England we are lucky here as we get them throughout the year. Called the Mew Gull in North America which accurately depicts their call.
Many viewers have commented that The Guardian Building (originally The Union Trust Company Building) reminded them of a church.
This picture shows approximately half of the bank lobby on the main floor. Imagine the original bank building with 60-90 bank teller cages lining the entire length of both sides of this "nave". The ceiling was composed of a 3/4 inch (1.9cm) of horsehair and coated with a layer of plaster cement. Then, a canvas layer was applied, and painted with designs reminiscent of the patterns of Navajo rugs. This was a sound-deadening system.
The "altar piece" ( I suppose) was the three-story mural of the map of the lower peninsula of Michigan. Highlighted were the major Michigan moneymakers of the1890s to 1920s: mining, manufacturing, lumber, fishing, commerce, and agriculture. It was completed in 1929, unfortunately the year of the beginning of "The Great Depression".
This superbly decorated Art-Deco bank building was nicknamed "The Cathedral of Finance." So, if the earlier pictures reminded you of a church (reprised in the first comment below) --you were very observant : -)
The maple tree flowers drop in the water faster than I can clean them out. The critters don't seem to mind. It's very peaceful watching them drink.
...Find the things that electrify your spirit and hold them in your hands like lightning. The darkness WILL come for you....make it never want to return.
To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim, the rocks, the motion of the waves, the ships with men in them. What stranger miracles are there? (Walt Whitman)
For Macro Monday's "New" theme.
The front lawn here has been overrun by these tiny little native violets for near 10 years now. About twice a year I mow them, sadly, which I did recently. Quite fitting that at the start of a new year, a few of the violets having start to grow back - new life. This little fellow was about 5mm across. The meek shall inherit the lawn?
Happy new week out there, hope the post Christmas/New Year hangovers have all dissipated.
Have you ever visited Sandbanks Provincial Park, nestled on the west coast of Prince Edward County? To be completely honest, and I don't want to exaggerate, but every person I have ever talked to in my life about provincial parks love this place.
There is our opportunity for an exceptional exploration and full enjoyment of the beauty of this park at this time of a year, especially, when all the summer crowds were gone. This image is taken on the stunning Woodlands Trail that leads across old farm pastures to hardwood lots. A walk over the leaf carpeted trail is breathtaking, and you can enjoy hearing the rustle of the leaves while walking. Awesome!
The fall colors amaze everyone, so enjoy them until you can, because the remanence of Hurricane Patricia will bring all the foliage down today!
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I do not want to stand
under quiet skies.
I want them filled with bird song,
the intertwining symphony
of life breathing life
singing life
I do not want silent trees
or Silent Springs
without the buzzing
of hummingbirds
or the whisper-flight of wrens.
The grass has held worm
for robins, warm-breasted
and numerous —as far
into my memory as I can search.
Where are the robins now?
I haven’t seen one in so long.
The Aves are in decline.
I do not want to live
in a world without birds.
Without the intricacies of color
the dapper dancing for mates
the delicate strength of wings
teaching us to soar above things,
to be light as the wind
and quick on our feet.
How can I soar on wings like eagles, Lord
if there are none to inspire
my soul to lift?
Who will announce the gift of sun
after rain? Who will skip on delicate
feet along the shoreline, or lift
their notes on wind and wing?
Who will bring morning?
Coming too soon —
artist renderings,
a cross-stitched Avocet
on white linen, framed,
picture books and stories
telling of days when the skies
were ablaze with a flurry
of swift flying creatures
— this is what we give
to the generations?
Tales of them?
Empty skies
and our
remorseful eyes?
I cannot live
in a world without birds.
— forgive us our trespasses
Poem written by Christina Ward
Some of my dearest friends often have me "lobbing my shoes, boots etc at them... " FOUND them!! Well one of them.
So the saying only the strong will survive is what came to mind.
🎼: Only the Strong Survive ~ Rod Stewart ~
✈️ : Missing Melody
I see you sittin' there all alone
Crying your eyes out
While everything's going wrong
You know there's gonna be
A whole lot of trouble in your life
Listen to me, get up off your knees
'Cause only the strong survive
Only the strong survive
Only the strong survive
Hey, you gotta be strong
You gotta hold on
I said don't give up, no don't
I said don't go around
With your head looking down
Don't you let'em make you feel like a clown
There's a lot of opportunity
Out there just waiting for you
But you'll never succeed if you've given up
And say your life is through
Listen this minute what I'm tellin' you
Only the strong survive
Only the strong survive
Hey, you gotta be strong
Gotta hold on
You gotta be a man, take a stand
Sometimes bygone springs, full of warmth and scents, blossom yet again inside us. And we carry them through the winter, protecting them with our chests. Then, one day, those bygone springs begin protecting our chests from the frost when we find ourselves on the other side of the window, where winter is not just a picture. It is now the ninth winter that I have had such a spring inside me, and it is still keeping me warm. Imagine, in this winter, two such springs touching like the scents of two meadows. That is what we need instead of overcoats. . .
Milorad Pavić
🎼 Que Je T'aime - Johnny Halliday
Crazy Tuesday - theme of May 12th, 2020: Time
HaPpY CrAzY Tuesday, everyone ... and stay healthy :)
[I will be browsing properly later in the evening due to work !]
* * * * * * * * * *
... im letzten Moment ...
das Idiom 'at the eleventh hour' (zur elften Stunde) entspricht im Deutschen der Redewendung 'Kurz / Fünf vor Zwölf' oder 'in der letzten Sekunde / im letzten Moment'
... bildlich konnte ich nur eine der Uhrzeiten darstellen, daher die Entscheidung für die 11-Uhr-Stellung :)
für die Gruppe Verrückter Dienstag - Thema: Zeit
Einen schönen Dienstag euch allen ... und bleibt gesund !
[Ich werde erst am späten Abend so richtig Zeit für Flickr haben]
The Pantanal
Brazil
South America
The black skimmer was photographed resting on a sandbar along the Cuiaba River. There were about six of them there when this image was taken. Within minutes more skimmers were circling above getting ready to land.
The black skimmer (Rynchops niger) is a tern-like seabird, one of three very similar birds species in the skimmer family. It breeds in North and South America. Northern populations winter in the warmer waters of the Caribbean and the tropical and subtropical Pacific coasts, but the South American races make only shorter movements in response to annual floods which extend their feeding areas in the river shallows.
Skimmers have a light graceful flight, with steady beats of their long wings. They feed usually in large flocks, flying low over the water surface with the lower mandible skimming the water (in order of importance) for small fish, insects, crustaceans and molluscs caught by touch by day or especially at night.
The black skimmer breeds in loose groups on sandbanks and sandy beaches in the Americas, the three to seven heavily dark-blotched buff or bluish eggs being incubated by both the male and female. The chicks leave the nest as soon as they hatch and lie inconspicuously in the nest depression or "scrape" where they are shaded from high temperatures by the parents. They may dig their own depressions in the sand at times. Parents feed the young almost exclusively during the day with almost no feeding occurring at night, due to the entire population of adults sometimes departing the colony to forage.
Cats are everywhere in Morocco. They live harmoniously with humans, but rather than pets, they are neighbors. many of them are associated with a particular shop or business. People often feed them, but they do their part by keeping the neighborhood free of pests. They appear in a huge variety of colors and patterns, but there are more ginger, calico, and tortoiseshell cats here than in many other places where cats have the run of the place. In Islam, cats are appreciated and considered clean; they are welcome in homes, shops, and even mosques.
On this day the rocks on the beach were especially expressive.
The twelve people present on this beach were all crazy to photograph them and interact with them. From time to time the down tide took revenge for the lack of attention with a bigger wave to make the few visitors flee.
WoW!... Changes are occurring... Just walk them off and don't let it slow you down.
Oh, yeah
Mmm
Still don't know what I was waitin' for
And my time was runnin' wild
A million dead end streets and
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
How the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
There's gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
This is a broken hanging pot which was painted white. It had 2 holes on either side for the wire and I stuck this pansy in one of them. The pansy is a gift because it appeared together with the frost and it is amazing to me how such a dainty beauty can blossom now. I don't even remember ever having pansies in the pot where it grew. Another little one on the make, so I felt ok to cut this one. It now lives in a tiny vase on the window sill.
With dandelions I usually shoot them against black, against a bokeh filled background or cover them with water droplets. Decided on subtle for a change this time to make them appear more soft and well, fluffy!
Shot with LED lights against a simple sheet of white A4 paper.
as I was working on this, it somehow made me think of the La Follia themes in music that Glenn and I used to love to discuss. We agreed that Vivaldi's was one of the most masterful.
do not want to govern their fellow-men, and, anyhow, there are not enough of them to fill the offices :-)
George E. Macdonald, in Liberty: Not the Daughter but the Mother of Order, 1907
HPPT!! Truth Matters!!
ackerman hybrid camellia, 'Winter's Dream', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina