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Christmas must be something more... don`t forget it!
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What if ribbons and bows didn't mean a thing
Would the song still survive without five golden rings
Would you still wanna kiss without mistletoe
What would happen if God never let it snow
What would happen if Christmas carols told a lie
Tell me what would you find
You'd see that today holds something special
Something holy, not superficial
So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
So here's something you should know that is for sure
Christmas must be something more
What if angels did not pay attention to
All the things that we wished they would always do
What if happiness came in a cardboard box
Then I think there is something we all forgot
What would happen if presents all went away
Tell me what would you find
You'd see that today holds something special
Something holy, not superficial
So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
So here's something you should know that is for sure
Christmas must be something more
We get so caught up in all of it
Business and relationships
Hundred mile an hour lives
And it's this time of year
And everybody's here
It seems the last thing on your mind
Is that the day holds something special
Something holy, not superficial
So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
But here's something you should know that is for sure
Christmas must be something
Christmas must be something
Christmas must be something more
There's gotta be more
There's gotta be more
Taylor Swift | Christmas Must Be Something More
Featuring Tantrum!
Shot taken directly from Second Life with no retouching in photoshop.
Style card:
*PRIMA* Femme Elite body (busty)
LeLutka Briannon with my own custom shape
Prima Swirls swimsuit (NEW! at the Prima Faire)
SIGMA Ethnic rings
Tantrum Mi Amor toe nails (french!!!) - Updated! Now there are fittings for flat, low, mid and high foot shapes :D
Tantrum Mi Amor fingernails
Tantrum Ayana wedges - Sooo cuteeeee!
Analog Dog Fruitopia hair
You see the fence in the back ? - HFF from Cookie Monster ~ Elmo ~ and Me :)
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Even the perpetual motion machine also known as the humming bird has to stop and catch a few z's from time to time.
We meet this cheetah family, a mother with her grown up boys just outside our camp in the early morning hour. We could watch them playing and walking along the dry riverbed for more than one hour
Cheetah - Acinonyx jubatus - Gepard
South Africa February 2019
Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park
Traffic produces light trails on busy Saturday evening in Haverfordwest Town centre. This is my first attempt at light trails. I'm very pleased with the result. Taken with a bridge camera on full manual as always. Pt 1 of 2
Varanasi, India
Leica M7, 35mm Summilux
Fuji Acros 100 pushed to 400 in Rodinal
scanned w/Nikon Coolscan V
Per sempre camminerò su questi lidi, tra la sabbia e la spuma,
l’alta marea cancellerà le mie orme, e il vento soffierà via la spuma.
Ma il mare e la spiaggia dureranno. Per sempre.
Kahlil Gibran,
Sabbia e spuma, 1926
Alba, Porto Caleri, Veneto.
Nessuna orma sulla spiaggia. Solo sabbia e l'orizzonte a separare il mare dal cielo pieno di luce e vento.
E un lungo tronco che le onde hanno appoggiato da tempo.
Buona serata
#luce #tronco #portocaleri #sabbia #sand #footprints #impronte #mare #sea #cielo #sky #nuvole #clouds #still #immobile #tempo #time
(158/366) A quick iPhone snap of the sub heading in today's Irish Independent newspaper. I'm not entirely happy with this shot but I was in a rush to get out of the supermarket so this what I got. For Macro Monday's theme "Time" of which I seem to have none of since Saturday thanks to our new puppy Bella.
It's been 8 years since Poppy was a puppy & I really had forgotten how much time you spend standing at the end of a lead waiting for them to do their business. Our garden is quite big & open to the fields so I can't let her off the lead much as she can run faster than me lol. She seems more keen on playing then when I give up & bring her back inside she poops on the kitchen floor! HMM everyone.
One of the hilly little streets in the centre of Ardales, Spain. It was siesta time and not a soul about.
Pete 5D's photos on Flickriver
Equipment
-Canon 5D Mark II
-EF 24-70 f/2.8L USM
-iMac
-Hoya Pro-1 NDX32
A little girl spending time with her Grandpa and his sweet Westie by the fireplace.
Prompt: nostalgic Norman Rockwell style art, a happy little girl, happy grandpa and grandma, with West Highland Terrier puppy by the fireplace.
AI Engine: Midjourney
It's been a busy seven days for me on the hills and I'm pooped.
Last Thursday I was on Rhobell Fawr, Saturday I did the Oggie 8, Monday was Moel Siabod and yesterday I did the three peaks of Yr Eifl on the Lleyn...still, I couldn't resist a quick fix on Allt Fawr this evening with my mate Dan.
I'm looking forward to a few days off!
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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I was just checking out Michael Marsh's photostream, and he'd posted some great shots of Dungeness beach, and it made me want to revisit some of the photos in June.
Dungeness is such a surreal place. It's bleak, desolate and yet incredibly beautiful at the same time. If you're into photography (chances are if you're reading this!) it's worth the journey down there.
Kalamitsi / Sithonia / Chalkidiki / Greece
Album of Greece: www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157626112...
Play and learning all of the new House Rules can be exhausting for a puppy. Here is Misty taking time out to re-charge the batteries after a session of play with our other two GSD's, Kizzy and Zara.
Time Travelling
Sometimes it feels like the past reaches out and grabs the present. Moments that seem to have been stilled like this image are constantly happening around me. makes for very interesting travels
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