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The only thing even in this world are the number of hours in a day. The difference in winning or losing is what you do with those hours.
Woody Hayes
Pair of Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers (male L, female R) working a Shag-bark Hickory. They set a trap by pecking a small drill hole into the tree's cambium. Rising tree sap exudes from the hole and attracts insects that the bird returns to feed upon.
Fairly uncommon migrant that passes through this area from about 6 April - 11 May on its way to its northern lower Michigan breeding grounds. Return southern migration occurs 27 August - 27 September.
Usually seen as a single bird. Two at once is rare for me.
Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHp2KgyQUFk
♫What goes around comes back around (hey my baby)
What goes around comes back around (hey my baby)
I say what goes around comes back around (hey my baby)
What goes around comes back around...
There was a time
I thought, that you did everything right
No lies, no wrong
Boy I must've been out of my mind
So when I think of the time that I almost loved you
You showed your ass and I, I saw the real you
Thank God you blew it
I thank God I dodged the bullet
I'm so over you
So baby good lookin' out♫
So it's a Sake-Tekka bento box from the same sushi restaurant as last year. In this particular instance, repetition is not a bad thing. dory's friend Sara had her husband pick it up at Haru Sushi and bring it to me while she was on her way to Dallas.
You're my other half
You're what makes me me
What makes me smile
When I fall down and can't get back up, get back, get back up
On my feet
Without you here I am boring
Something inside you is triggering
It makes me myself
Makes me funny
You're a beautiful thing
We're a beautiful beautiful thing together.
I dedicate this to the dude who makes me complete.
Happy Valentines friends!!
Thistle wishy thing on my thumb.
Processed with some of my cloudy textures and flypaper.
I'm terrible at naming my photos!
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“It's a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack.”
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
Oh Beautiful for smoggy skies, insecticided grain,
For strip-mined mountain's majesty above the asphalt plain.
America, America, man sheds his waste on thee,
And hides the pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea.
~George Carlin~
I spotted this sculpture on Laisvės Alėja in Kaunas, but there was no plaque in sight. Neither Mr. Google nor G.P.T. Chat could crack the mystery of its creator. Honestly, it looks like something straight out of John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982) - a true classic!
Photo taken at Zerkalo
"every time you kiss me i could cry" she said
"don’t tell me how you miss me
i could die tonight of a broken heart
this loneliness has changed me
we have been too far apart
and it's too late now for me to just forget
i never thought i’d need to feel regret for all i never was
but all this time alone has left me hurt and sad and lost
yeah every time you kiss me i could cry
don't tell me how you miss me
i could die tomorrow of a broken heart
Music Mood
♫ THE CURE | A Fragile Thing ♫
Merci à vous toutes et à vous tous. Désolé de ne pouvoir répondre séparement à chacune et chacun d'entre vous car je me retrouve seul et ai énormément de choses à faire et à penser. Bonnes Fêtes à vous
Thank you all. Sorry for not being able to respond to each and every one of you separately because I find myself alone and have a lot of things to do and think. Happy Holidays to you
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A White Headed Buffalo Weaver. Does a bird realize how beautiful it is or not? And...does it even matter?
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Finally got lucky with a fly by of an express train folks and I do mean luck, when I see some other photographers with images like this i am so so jealous and do not know why I cannot do the same thing, but here I did with many more of this species and am very proud of the accomplishment, thank you all so very much.
more than 1 year old from the street... but her body looks 3-4 month old.
her name is Mini
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::RBento::The sweet & the bad 2K BOM tattoo
6 designs and 2 shades
Reborn Event 22nd August
[GA.EG] Tattoos - B-BT10 Sublime Body Freckles - BOM 2K
The second Cooper's Hawk was sitting on a branch closer to the bird feeder that the squirrel is eating from. I see these siblings every day and they hunt together. Maybe this one is injured. I noticed that one of his tallons is pointed inward.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,…
from Endymion
By John Keats
The same peony as yesterday's upload - still standing despite the windy conditions.
Another oldie from last spring in the northern hemisphere... A tiny wildflower growing on a mountainside just north of Kelowna, in the Okanagan valley of British Columbia...
El reflejo de una puerta.
Un espejo o tan sólo una proyección de sí misma.
¿ Una luz rodeada de oscuridad ?
¿ O un intento de iluminación perfecta ?
Una idea, una ayuda.
(A. Postigo - 2009)
- Gracias por ayudarme mentalmente -
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Packing while you're asleep
You were the catalyst
I don't know what it is about how you breathe
About how you breathe
I want to be alone
Hate it that no one knows, you're good to everyone
All them but me
All them but me
And if you hear me leaving in the morning
Could you just pretend that it was only wind?
'Cause I can't love you even if I want to
Got a lot to work through
You don't know where I've been
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
Say something sweet to me
It never meant a thing
Used to the turbulence
I wore long sleeves
I wore long sleeves
Fought till you tethered me
Swept under surfaces
Never enough of it
You didn't think
You didn't think
There were some interesting clouds yesterday afternoon, so despite the piercing cold it was worth waiting for an hour or so to see if it was going to colour up. The best clouds were before the pinks arrived. Crazy little Thing is a Captain Beefheart favourite. I love these skies with different types and layers of clouds. It's a grey day today so I should probably think of doing some artwork.