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It was all just a pile of leaves underwater but the cool thing was that I thought it was really beautiful how it all looked like every one of them were frozen in time.
Seul être humain au milieu des champs à admirer un spectacle intemporel
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Sole human being in the middle of the fields (many cows and unseen creatures around) I admire the timeless spectacle of the Universe
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Timeless because it was time-less when I picked it up, 12 at the dial and second hand wasn't moving, secondly and actually because of the engraving on its back, dated 1886.
Shot for Active Assignment, theme Timeless (August 2014)
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This old silver watch was my grandfather's, he gave it to me some 20 years ago. He used to wear it in the vest of his three-piece suits or, as in the picture, in the top pocket of his coat. It still works fine, and if he wants it, I will pass it on to my son sometime in the future. So the watch was there when I came into the world and probably will still be there when I am gone. That sounds pretty timeless to me.
I used the mystic New Petzval lens for this shot, with the F11 aperture plate. In post I gave the colours a bit nostalgic atmosphere.
Zeitlos —
Mit der Geburt erhält jeder
seine eigene Sanduhr.
Timeless —
With birth everybody
receives their own hourglass.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
- Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It.
Gull Lake
Hickory Corners, Michigan
As if on cue for a CGI effect for an epic story line, the fog appeared and caressed the minimal structures that some ancient civilization created....
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The clothes that you're wearing
They will one day be out of style
And the car that you're driving
One day will wax out in time
Kindness is timeless
Love is so easy to give
It just takes a moment
To show someone you care
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Trace of Lace Silkstone from the collection of the late Joanne Faulkner wearing FR's Adele Makeda's Timeless Gown.
Mattel Jewelry, broach from Sylvia of Hankie Chic
Muslim weddings are vibrant affairs and involve a lot of preparation. It blends in a lot of colours, noise, excitement, delicious food and reflects the ethnic diversity of the beautiful Continent of Asia.
I must admit when I saw this scene, it was like something historic, a tradition that had barely changed for centuries.
A fantastic get-together of family and friends, children and babies all in their finery ...
I love all the expressions, poses, the involvement and intensity, reminds me of a Renaissance painting...
Have a fine day, thanx for your time and comments, M, (*_*)
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like a lost spirit, a timeless tourist
I stole my soul into the breast of the black forest
the old growth trees had nothing on me
their roots ran deep, but I knew how to be free
I was born with more years behind than before me
my soles were sore from wandering a world
where hearts were unfurled
without the wrath of gravity
and the ocean was so wide and blind
I laughed how she was sometimes called the sea
like a lost spirit, a timeless tourist
I looked up into the buildings above
I saw a pigeon kissing a dove
I watched a window washer wonder why
he lived on the edge but was afraid to die
I saw the city suffer pity
for sodden souls still shuffling her streets
for shapeless spirits this side of the sod
all rain is the same in the eyes of God
like a lost spirit, a timeless tourist
I shrugged off the song
of a speechless sickness
I sang the notes of stubborn goats
I held the hooves of sighing sheep
I learned that the walls of self are steep
I picked up my bag, I dragged my legs
I was the tall tale that the dog couldn't wag
I couldn't play tag, I wasn't he or she or it
I was too tired to stand, too skinny to sit
I had far too many bones to pick
I was far from pure
in the person of a purist
I was haunted by my home, like a lost spirit
I was flying all alone, like a timeless tourist
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I got lucky twice yesterday - first by being able to get a Nikon D800 camera body at my local Best Buy (my original order with one of the big online retailers was back-ordered and there was no telling when it would ship) and then secondly by having a perfectly calm day in Texas to test out the new camera. No wind is a rarity in this part of the world.
As you can tell, the bluebonnets are in full peak this week and I stumbled upon this magnificent field that covered acres of farmland.
If you have a moment, I hope you'll press "L" and see this in the larger sizes that are produced with 36 megapixels. I'm going to need to buy a BIG external hard drive.
Thanks - as always - for stopping by my photostream today.
Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.
Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar...
Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.
poem by .. Rainer Maria Rilke
I am through and through a flower lover....withering or blossoming, it doesnt matter!
ODC: I am ....
19/09/2015, a very hot day at Praia Fluvial Azenhas do Guadiana, Mértola, Portugal.
Timeless tranquility on the Rio Guadiana.
With a known history of some three thousand years, Mértola has been occupied by Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Romans, Arabs, and Christians.
One thing I doubt has changed in all that time; the animal grazing & watering right here at this spot.
This comparatively low and flat area, at the narrowing of the river to the north of the town, provides easy access to the river.
The town itself sits high up, overlooking the river; ideal for defence.
This point has always defined the uppermost limit of the navigable Rio Guadiana, especially in ancient times, and this, in turn, led to the development of Mértola as a trading port.