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They say that these are not the best of times

But they're the only times I've ever known

And I believe there is a time for meditation

In cathedrals of our own

Now I have seen that sad

Surrender in my lover's eyes

And I can only stand apart and sympathize

For we are always

What our situations hand us

It's either sadness or euphoria

So we'll argue and we'll compromise

And realize that nothing's ever changed

For all our mutual experience

Our separate conclusions are the same

Now we are forced

To recognize our inhumanity

Our reason coexists with our insanity

And though we choose

Between reality and madness

It's either sadness or euphoria

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies

Perhaps we don't fulfill each others fantasies

And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives

With our respective similarities

It's either sadness or euphoria

LISTEN

Sullivan Ballou

to

My very dear Sarah

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[Excerpts]

14 July 1861

Camp Clark, Washington [D.C.]

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days -- perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more....

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing -- perfectly willing -- to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt....

Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my litle Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness....

But, O Sarah! if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath[;] as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again....

[The war began one week later on the plains of Manassas, Virginia. Major Sullivan Ballou of the 2nd Rhode Island Infantry died there at the battle of Bull Run.]

SOURCE: Excerpted and reprinted in Geoffrey C. Ward, et al., The Civil War: An Illustrated History (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1990), pages 82-83.

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Well in case you failed to notice,

In case you failed to see,

This is my heart bleeding before you,

This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,

And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.

You're breaking my heart.

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Don’t look, just keep your eyes peeled

Thoughtless, traipsing my minds field

Shotgun, never behind the wheel anymore

Danger, monsters of smoke & mirror

Slowly, can one so lost be found?

And I know you'll never believe

I play this as though I’m alright

If life is but a dream, then

Wake me up.

Fallen leaves realize they are no friend of autumn

The view from Hell is blue sky

So ominously blue

I daydream until all the blue is gone

And I know you'll never believe

I play this as though I’m alright

If life is but a dream

Wake me.

Underwater is another life

Disregarding every myth we write

Rag doll churning

Eagerly alive

(Over & over, gasping in horror

So breathless you surface

Just as the next wave is…)

Big smile, really a show of teeth

Without a care in a world of fear

Lonely, you don’t know how I feel

Praise God, nothing is as it seems

Jellyfish have no brains.... just elementary nervous systems. And... though they can contract themselves and kind of control their vertical movement... they're totally at the mercy of winds, tides and currents for their horizontal locomotion.

They only live a few months. And yet... what a life.

Imagine. No work. No decisions. No angst. Just a lifetime of floating around, eating little critters and... at some point... going through the reproductive motions.

I think I'd like a life like that. Structureless. Thoughtless. Emotionless. Painless. Free of relationships. Free of complications. And mercifully brief. One day you're jellying around in the water... the next you're a drying smear of mucous on the rocks. And then, with the next change of tide, you're gone... recycled back into the sea.

Sounds pretty good to me...

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Reine on the Lofoten islands in the wee hours of February night ...

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Mourning my beloved =^.^=

Might she now begin thoughtlessly the second of her nine lives.

For sure she will soon make new friends, she's good at that.

August 2020 - Edited and uploaded 2021/02/23

Tune

It didn’t matter that we’d seen it on YouTube a gazillion times already. That we’d pored over Flickr for images from here had no effect whatsoever. When we pulled up in the car park and saw it for ourselves for the very first time, two pairs of eyes popped out of their sockets as if on cartoon springs and boinged about in front of us as we gasped in amazement. Boinged? Is that even a word? West Brom fans say it is, so we’ll go with it. Jokulsarlon was bonkers, and so were we at first sight. It was as if we’d arrived at a seaport, yet instead of mighty ships waiting to carry us off on a cruise, a chaos of white and blue forms. Every one of them uniquely shaped and ever changing, littering the lagoon, silent, yet moving away from the glacier towards the ocean at a speed that was barely detectable.

We’d arrived late in the evening, and though it was still quite busy, there was space to roam quietly alone, and I edged away from what crowds there were along the shoreline towards the glacier, until the only sound I could hear was that of large chunks of ice cracking and buckling mournfully out on the water. From the glacier they would break free, floating around like the world’s slowest rubber ducks in a bathtub, nodding to each other silently under the endless Icelandic daylight. Each of them knowing that after two hundred years or more of being trapped in an enormous blue wall of ice, they’d soon be swept away along the shortest river in Iceland, beneath that handsome white suspension bridge and onto Diamond Beach for the final act. If you’d bought a bottle of gin with you, here was the place to grab a chunk or two to bring it to the proper temperature. Sadly, I didn’t have gin. Happily I had a camera. And a spare one just in case.

The hinterland glacier creaked and heaved under a glowing envelope of late sunlight, that poked through dark clouds and ignited the scene before me, blazing a golden path across the lagoon. Up until now our visit to Iceland had delivered the sort of conditions we’d grimly acknowledged we would simply have to “work with,” but now we had some light to get excited about at last. Quite why I was shooting at f22, I really can’t say four years later. Perhaps I was in too much of a hurry to attach a filter in the days before I bought the magnetic ones that I can attach in no time at all. And here was the trade off between wanting to smooth out the water whilst not blurring the icebergs. At a second I seemed to be just about getting away with it. Three seconds and the blurring started to drop hints. But for many of those images taken here, I’d thoughtlessly aimed at thirty seconds. This, and the fact that we only passed here at midday three years later means I need to return to the glacier lagoon another time, this time at the right time, and opening the shutter for the right amount of time. Hopefully finding cleaner, simpler compositions amongst the icy debris. That’s a lot of things to get right. Seriously – f22? Still, it didn’t put me off having a go at reworking the image.

It seems strange that with so many images from last year’s visit to work on, I’ve found myself returning to the earlier 2019 trip a few times recently. A trip where we raced around in a hurry, seeing everything but seeing so little, barely able to get to grips with a location before moving onto the next one, which might have been a hundred miles or more away. Getting nowhere whatsoever when the clouds descended and hid everything from sight at two of the locations we’d been most excited about. I never felt I’d told the full story of that first visit to Iceland either. And I’m forever learning, trying to improve on the previous edit, hopefully getting somewhere even with such a cluttered scene as this. Will I still be unearthing images from the 2022 adventure in another four years’ time? Probably. Especially as I haven’t even started on so many of them yet. It’s like having a treasure chest that you can keep dipping into, finding images to shake out memories that need to written down, remembered and shared.

So I’ll carry on dusting off those older images, revisiting the raw files and seeing whether I’ve got any further forward in the editing process. After all, if there’s a golden glow over a lagoon full of icebergs to be worked on, it seems the obvious thing to do.

Sometimes I think

I think too much

My mind is ticking

Like a clock that never stops

Overcome with curiosity, Brian thoughtlessly opened the box, only to realise his mistake too late, having released sickness, death and evil into the snail world.

The story of Pandora's Box originates from Greek mythology and has come to refer to doing something that will cause many unforeseen problems.

For Macro Mondays theme 'Vintage'. This is an antique powder compact passed on to me from my mother. From a little research, it seems to be of Victorian vintage, made using the ormolu technique of gilding with gold. A piece of blue paper was set up behind the sheet of reflective Perspex and a headtorch was shone on the blue paper to provide the background light. Some cotton wool was placed inside the box for a mysterious appearance. The image was cropped to be within the MM size limit.

No snails were harmed in the making of this photograph.

At first, we thought we were trapped inside a giant snow globe and tried to feel around

for the curved thick glass edges

Examining around us for a thoughtless leader

or an impulsive toddler.

We couldn’t find any evidence of this and so

We decided to accept our fate

Dancing around a Rorschach fissure,

Pretending we’d never get cold

Taking handfuls of the stuff and flinging it about

Embracing our inner child.

After months of this, there was snow up our nostrils

along the woodwork

inside our bed sheets

There was snow in our thoughts and in all our ideas

The snow would not stay out.

Then we realized….

This is what happens when you let the outside in.

It gets everywhere

It is messy.

It ruins your life.

But, is there any other way to be human?

**All photos and poems are copyrighted**

John Cale - Thoughtless kind

As everyone who has seen this bird have observed and sometimes commented, this individual has been remarkably confiding and will potter quite close in its search for a tasty morsel, even as close as 7-8 feet on Friday, completely unfazed by the presence of myself and Norman (Rice) when we were there taking photos, enabling quite detailed close up images.

However, such accommodating behaviour didn't include walking purposefully and directly towards the bird, as one passing couple rather idiotically and thoughtlessly did, which effectively ended our shoot as the bird was flushed up and flew over the adjacent wall.

Thank you for your comments and faves, which are much appreciated.

Hair: Doux - Tislianna

Outfit: Blueberry - Can't Relate (full outfit)

Photo taken at Friendship Gardens.

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Oh, why can't I be what you need?

A new improved version of me

But I'm nothing so good, no, I'm nothing...

Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs

Of violence, of love, and of sorrow

I beg for just one more tomorrow!

Where you hold me down, fold me in

Deep deep deep in the heart of your sins

I'd break in two over you

I'd break in two and each piece of me dies

And only you can give the breath of life!

But you don't see me, you don't

Here I'm pinned between darkness and light

Bleached and blinded by these nights

Where I'm tossing and tortured till dawn

By you, visions of you, then you're gone

The shock bleeds the red from my face

When I hear someone's taken my place

How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel?

When all, all that I did was for you...

I'd break in two over you

I'd break in two and each piece of me dies

And only you can give the breath of life!

But you don't see me, you don't

I'd break in two over you

I'd break in two and each piece of me dies

And only you can give the breath of life!

But you don't see me, you don't

I'd break in two over you

I'd break in two over you

Over you

I'd break in two

I would break in two for you

Now you see me

Now you don't

Now you need me

Now you don't

Love of nature looks different...

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allen Besuchern und Freunden meines Fotostreams ein herzliches Dankeschön für eure Kommentare und Kritiken, Einladungen und Favoriten.

all visitors and friends of my photostream, a heartfelt thank you for your comments and reviews, invitations and favorites

This was the best instalment of Neverending designed by the little prince, Basti (bhorchi)!

“Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Little fly,

Thy summer’s play

My thoughtless hand

Has brushed away.

Am not I

A fly like thee?

Or art not thou

A man like me?

For I dance

And drink and sing,

Till some blind hand

Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life

And strength and breath,

And the want

Of thought is death,

Then am I

A happy fly,

If I live,

Or if I die.

William Blake from Songs of Experience. First published in 1794.

Day one on a four country tour of southern Africa and this man had all the photographers in the tour group spitting chips. He has the happy knack of racing ahead and getting himself in everybody's photos. Thoughtless and self centred to the bitter end, no amount of coaching and abuse caused him to modify his behaviour.

I could have airbrushed him out, but seeing him in the shot really recalls the experience of being there and appreciating the beautiful view. On subsequent days I prayed for a lion to deliver us from his photobombing ways, and was always disappointed.

difficulty level: 3

§ fifteen §

The Moon, Biafra, a murderous earthquake, a campaign against pollution, a six-day war, a Bay of Pigs, the death of a Mao—mere Christmas parties one and all, with the great thoughtless void suddenly wreathed in flowers, and tooting its two-penny whistle. For a little while no one is bored, which is something at least.

Stundenlang kann man hier sitzen und dem Wellenspiel zusehen. Man meint es sei immer gleich, aber in Wahrheit ist es jeden Augenblich anders, und neu.

Wenn man Glück hat, kann man so den gedankenlosen Zustand erreichen.

You can sit here for hours and watch the waves play.

You think it is always the same, but in truth it is different, and new.

If you are lucky, you can reach the thoughtless state.

Canon EOS 1, Ilford Pan F

Agfa Brovira

Easylith 1+15, +3 f-stops, 8 min

Selentonung 70 sec

Inspired by the bull (Taurus) in the Kreative People Contest "Signs of the Zodiac"

The contest is open until 16 November - do visit and enter your own interpretation of one or more symbols.

Thank you for your visit, comment or fave. All are much appreciated. Thank you also to all who invite my photos to their groups.

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Photos and textures used are my own.

feeling a little down tonight.

hate when these feelings pop up ...gotta find someone to take pictures with again ...maybe that will help..

Kè - Strange World

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Is this our last chance to say all we have to say?

Hiding here inside ourselves, we live our lives afraid

So close your eyes and just believe in everything you're told

Cause in this land of great confusion, it's easy to give up control

Strange world, people talk and tell only lies

Strange world, people kill an eye for an eye

Strange world, dream one day we'll see the light

Strange world, believe and everything will be alright

And this is the place everything begins and ends again

No secrets left to find, no seven deadly sins

This world that we have wasted, has kept us very well

When science now is sacred, who will save us from ourselves?

Strange world, people talk and tell only lies

Strange world, people kill an eye for an eye

Strange world, dream one day we'll see the light

Strange world, believe and everything will be alright

Strange world, people talk, sometimes I wonder why

Strange world, ṗeople kill, still no one hears their cries

Strange world, people talk and tell only lies

Strange world, people kill an eye for an eye

Strange world, dream one day we'll see the light

Strange world, believe and everything will be alright

Burn these thoughtless tears out of my eyes

Still I wonder, wonder why

One of those pleasant views out of Borrowdale .. looking over Derwentwater. A view that also contains loads of hidden facts and issues as a result of thoughtless exploitation of our landscapes .. I guess skin deep is deep enough for most .. ostrich syndrome

Bologna, Maggio 2018

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[It. /Esp. /Eng.]

Sono stati piú da venti anni che non passegiaba per Bologna, C'erano degli amici a rivedere, tante cose a raccontare, tante storie a sentire. Pasato e presente così vicini, così legate, in pochi ore...

Fino allora egli era avanzato per la spensierata età della prima giovinezza, una strada che da bambini sembra infinita, dove gli anni scorrono lenti e con passo lieve, così che nessuno nota la loro partenza. Si cammina placidamente, guardandosi con curiosità attorno, non c'è proprio bisogno di affrettarsi, nessuno preme di dietro e nessuno ci aspetta, anche i compagni procedono senza pensieri, fermandosi spesso a scherzare. Dalle case, sulle porte, la gente grande saluta benigna, e fa cenno indicando l'orizzonte con sorrisi di intesa; così il cuore comincia a battere per eroici e teneri desideri, si assapora la vigilia delle cose meravigliose che si attendono più avanti; ancora non si vedono, no, ma è certo, assolutamente certo che un giorno ci arriveremo.

Ancora molto? No, basta attraversare quel fiume laggiù in fondo, oltrepassare quelle verdi colline. O non si è per caso già arrivati? Non sono forse questi alberi, questi prati, questa bianca casa quello che cercavamo? Per qualche istante si ha l'impressione di sì e ci si vorrebbe fermare. Poi si sente dire che il meglio è più avanti e si riprende senza affanno la strada.

Così si continua il cammino in una attesa fiduciosa e le giornate sono lunghe e tranquille, il sole risplende alto nel cielo e sembra non abbia mai voglia di calare al tramonto. Ma a un certo punto, quasi istintivamente, ci si volta indietro e si vede che un cancello è stato sprangato alle spalle nostre, chiudendo la via del ritorno.

Dino Buzzati, Il Deserto dei Tartari, cap. 6

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Han sido más de veinte años sin pasear opr Bolonia. Había amigos para ver, muchas cosas para contar, muchas historias para escuchar. Pasado y presente tan cercanos, tan ligados, en pocas horas...

Hasta entonces había avanzado por la despreocupada edad de la primera juventud, un camino que de niño parece infinito, por el que los años discurren lentos y con paso ligero, de modo que nadie nota su marcha. Se camina plácidamente, mirando con curiosidad alrededor, no hay ninguna necesidad de apresurarse, nadie nos hostiga por detrás y nadie nos espera, también los compañeros avanzan sin aprensiones, parándose a menudo a bromear. Desde las casas, en las puertas, las personas mayores saludan benignas, y hacen gestos indicando el horizonte con sonrisas de inteligencia; así el corazón empieza a latir con heroicos y tiernos deseos, se saborea la víspera de las cosas maravillosas que se esperan más adelante; aún no se ven, no, pero es seguro, absolutamente seguro, que un día llegaremos a ellas.

Cierran en cierto punto a nuestras espaldas una pesada verja, la cierran con velocidad fulminante y no da tiempo de regresar.

El Desierto de los Tártaros, Dino Buzzati, cap. 6

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It's been more than twenty years that I hadn't walked around Bologna. There were friends to visit, so many things to tell, so many stories to listen. Past and present so close, so linked, in just a few hours...

Up to then he had gone forward through the heedless season of early youth—along a road which to children seems infinite, where the years slip past slowly and with quiet pace so that no one notices them go. We walk along calmly, looking curiously around us; there is not the least need to hurry, no one pushes us on from behind and no one is waiting for us; our comrades, too, walk on thoughtlessly, and often stop to joke and play. From the houses, in the doorways, the grown-up people greet us kindly and point to the horizon with an understanding smile. And so the heart begins to beat with desires at once heroic and tender, we feel that we are on the threshold of the wonders awaiting us further on. As yet we do not see them, that is true—but it is certain, absolutely certain that one day we shall reach them.

So the journey continues; we wait trustfully and the days are long and peaceful. The sun shines high in the sky and it seems to have no wish to set. But at a certain point we turn round, almost instinctively, and see that a gate has been bolted behind us, barring our way back.

The Tartar Steppe, Dino Buzzati. Ch. 6.

Sometimes my soul is a butterfly

and I just fly there in the wind very easily.

Sometimes I am a snow-covered tree

and lie in a deep winter sick dream.

Then I look out of the window as it blows

and how it roars and confidence comes and goes.

In the quiet up and down we just live like that

thoughtful, thoughtless and yet also happy.

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For my dad.

A photo made by my son.

“Sundays shining

Silver linings

Weightless hours

All my flowers

A place to hide the tears that you cried

Everybody says goodbye

Faith is sleeping

Lovers in the end

Whisper we'll be ghosts again

Heaven's dreaming

Thoughtless thoughts, my friends

We know we'll be ghosts again…”

Depeche Mode: youtu.be/iIyrLRixMs8

Today WAH are visiting World Photo Day

WAH are sharing "our world today" photos for World Photo Day. Here's the start of my world today.

We are no strangers in NM to to wild fires usually started by a lightning strikes, sometimes by careless and thoughtless humans. At this time of year it is tinder dry here. This is the smoke from the fire in the Santa Fe National forest and it's giving a tint to the sun rising over the Sandia mountains this morning. Fire officials say the fire is burning in steep, rocky terrain. Ground crews can only access the fire by hiking.

Soo delicate and fragile in the coldest day in Hong Kong.

Mr. Bluebird, I apologize for causing you so much stress.

Several weeks ago, I had to move a nesting box and feeder for some tree work in my yard. I thoughtlessly relocated the nesting box so I could see it from my window but apparently too close to the feeder. For several days this brave bluebird was totally stressed out dive bombing and chasing any birds and animals, including squirrels and blue jays away from the feeder, but his mate seemed total unimpressed and did not even visit the nesting box.

When I realized the problem, I stopped putting food in the feeder and things calmed down. So the bluebirds are now busy raising their family in the nesting box.

It was interesting to see the species that seemed to be most threatening to the male bluebird. He was most aggravated by woodpeckers, especially th pair of Hairy Woodpecker, but also House Sparrows and Starlings, possibly because he considered these species to be a threat to steal the nesting box.

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Little boxes in a row. The wilful reproduction of Suburbia in the forest...

Why not Buy Me a Coffee

As Im nearly 72 years of age I can do little to protect these birds from the onslaught of people and their inherent negative effects, so photography is my way of advocacy. Highlighting their beauty and vulnerability.

Everything from thoughtless local council bodies, applying deadly sprays & building walkways through sensitive areas to predation effects these wondrous birds negatively....Such a misuse of a "Given" wonder....

"I have learned

To look on nature, not as in the hour

Of thoughtless youth: but hearing oftentimes

The still, sad music of humanity."

William Wordsworth

SAPA POSE "Imago" collection - 10 static poses - 10 animations @ANTHEM

TETRA Fiona Jacket and Top (Legacy +Perky, Lara & LaraX +Petite, eBody Reborn + Waifu & Juicy Boobs) @MAINSTORE

Urlaub auf Usedom! Die Dünen werden eingezäunt, um sie vor Beschädigung durch gedankenlose Gäste zu sichern. der Steg ist der Weg zum Strand und zur Ostsee. Usedom ist ein bei den Berlinerinnen und Berlinern schon zu Kaiserzeiten eine beliebte Insel gewesen. Mit der Eisenbahn war sie in knapp zwei Stunden erreichbar. Die Insel hat das beständigste Wetter, schon im März kann ma im Freien seinen Kaffee trinken. Wunderschöne viele kilometer lange breite Sandstrände, ein gutes Seeklima und eine gute Luft.

Ein sonniges Wochenende, über Euren Besuch freuen ich mich immer.

Vacation on Usedom! The dunes are fenced in to protect them from being damaged by thoughtless guests. the footbridge is the way to the beach and the Baltic Sea. Usedom has been a popular island among Berliners since the time of the Emperor. It was reachable by train in less than two hours. The island has the most constant weather, and in March you can drink your coffee outside. Beautiful many kilometres of wide sandy beaches, a good sea climate and good air.

A sunny weekend, I'm always happy about your visit.

Vacances sur Usedom! Les dunes sont clôturées pour les protéger des dommages causés par des hôtes inconsidérés. la passerelle est le chemin vers la plage et la mer Baltique. Usedom était une île populaire parmi les Berlinois à l'époque de l'empereur. C'était à deux heures de train. L'île a le temps le plus constant, et en Mars vous pouvez boire votre café à l'extérieur. Belles plages de sable fin, beaucoup de kilomètres de plages de sable, un bon climat marin et de l'air frais.

Un week-end ensoleillé, je suis toujours heureux de t'avoir ici.

Vacaciones en Usedom! Las dunas están cercadas para protegerlas de ser dañadas por huéspedes desconsiderados. la pasarela es el camino a la playa y al Mar Báltico. Usedom era una isla popular entre los berlineses durante la época del emperador. Estaba a sólo dos horas de viaje en tren. La isla tiene el clima más constante, y en marzo se puede tomar el café afuera. Hermosa, muchos kilómetros de amplias playas de arena, un buen clima marino y buen aire.

Un fin de semana soleado, siempre me alegra tenerte aquí.

Passagem aérea Usedom As dunas estão vedadas para protegê-las de serem danificadas por convidados inconsiderados. A passarela é o caminho para a praia e para o Mar Báltico. Usedom era uma ilha popular entre os berlinenses durante o tempo do Imperador. Foram apenas duas horas de comboio. A ilha tem o clima mais constante, e em março você pode tomar café lá fora. Bela, muitas milhas de largas praias de areia, bom clima do mar e bom ar.

Um fim de semana ensolarado, estou sempre feliz por tê-lo aqui.

Vacanza su Usedom! Le dune sono recintate per proteggerle dal danneggiamento da parte di ospiti sconsiderati. la passerella pedonale è la strada per la spiaggia e il Mar Baltico. Usedom era un' isola popolare tra i berlinesi durante il tempo dell' imperatore. Era a soli due ore di treno. L' isola ha il tempo più costante, e nel mese di marzo è possibile bere il caffè all' aperto. Bella, molti chilometri di ampie spiagge sabbiose, un buon clima marino e buona aria.

Un fine settimana soleggiato, sono sempre felice di averti qui.

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de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naturpark_Insel_Usedom

de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radfernweg_Berlin%E2%80%93Usedom

Das haben wir schon gemacht, von Berlin nach Usedom geradelt!

a smoky day in August of 2017 on the King George Highway in Surrey. Ross informed me that it is no longer called that anymore, it is now King George Boulevard ? I asked where is the boulevard ? doesn't that mean a center median with greenery?

The name was changed to "King George Boulevard" in 2009 "to project an image of a modern, safe, walkable and livable City Centre community", given that portions of the corridor have had a reputation for being dangerous and having a high incidence of criminal activity.

Hmm, I think you need more than a name change. There still is a large population of homeless people in this area despite its new "Boulevard" moniker.

I grew up in this area, my grandparents lived a five minute drive from this photo's location. So much has changed for the better but so much more for the worse. Whenever we drive through I remember incidents from my childhood that happened in this area. What it has changed to is an uneasy mix of the old and the new, and I can't say I prefer either of them. The old memories have taken on a rosy hue and the new seems brash and thoughtless, a facade to hide the bleakness of many people's everyday existence.

All in all, a depressingly beautiful film that holds up a mirror to us and teaches us incredible things about prejudices and psychosocial processes.

The really frightening problem is the stigma that one can hardly get rid of despite proven innocence.

Alleged child abuse, as the subject of this film, is just one example, indeed a particularly impressive example, because it is very emotionally arousing.

The problem also applies to all situations in which a thoughtless, unproven statement can cause damage and lead to slander and defamation.

An impressive film

the final scene

The Celebration (Festen), another film by Thomas Vinterberg, approaches the subject of abuse from a different perspective and is also a film well worth seeing.

The next pic will be funnier and less dramatic :)

Morning Glory Pool is undoubtedly one of the highlights of the Upper Geyser Basin despite being less beautiful than it once was, since large amounts of rocks and trash have been thrown into the pool by thoughtless visitors, significantly reducing the water temperature. The pool used to be filled by rich blue water, with a narrow ring of orange-yellow bacteria only around the edge; now the water is more greenish and the algae band is much wider. The pool is 20 feet in diameter, 23 feet deep, round and symmetric, with a conical vent at the center, and may be viewed from a raised boardwalk that extends along nearly half its circumference. The spring drains westwards into the Firehole River, 100 feet away. It was named in 1883 for its resemblance in color and shape to the morning glory flower.

Hot spring in the Upper Geyser Basin of Yellowstone National Park.

Denizen of the saltwater estuary and Mangroves mostly, though lives in various habitats as its fate decides.

The young, small black furred little bundles are extremely vulnerable to a host of predators and mans thoughtlessness or indifference.

First time making makeup by my own ^v^

Nose blood/eyeliner/eyebrows: by me ready started sell in mp maybe✨

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