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I released the shutter (unknowingly) just as Jack's head struck one of the pincushion flowers scattering the petals everywhere.
"am i wrong in looking out for my own well being? who knows?
it makes me sick to my stomach, regardless.
i've unknowingly stumbled across so many insecurities lately that i feel like a different person at times."
fact #77: i've made a huge mistake. and while i should spend several moments dwelling on regret, i won't. i want to learn.
An old decommissioned military drone refurbished for use in the industrial sector. Back in the day, It was unknowingly loaded with a corrupt version of the "Rambo" AI software. The corrupt AI made this particular drone a very efficient and brutal killer. Some would say homicidal. Therefore it was thought to be defective and was subsequently decommissioned. Once a ruthless killing machine, it is now used in a factory that manufactures the new generation of military drones. Coincidence? I think not! (Insert robot uprising story here.)
The wild and free, the thoughts and the dance,
The melting of fears, that lost moments last chance,
The strum of a Guitar, the voice you blocked out,
The shock and the fear, the letting go of doubt,
That drop of your stomach, that flood of what if,
The glance that rises your heart rate, remembering that kiss,
The song that still plays, the voices so loud yet you cannot hear,
The broken next morning, letting go again and wiping away the tear,
The streak of unknowing, that determination to moving on,
That flooded drowning feeling, the walls you keep leaning on,
The sorrow, the desperation, the sweetness of nothing at all,
The anger, the passion, the feeling of fuck you, Fuck you all,
The intertwining memories, the waking of another day,
The wanting something gone, But saying Nope, Not today
on the cement leaf is a stone with the beginnings of a wasp nest which I unknowingly disturbed. I had only moved the stone 30cm when I noticed the wasp flying around looking for something which I believe was the nest it had started.
This White-crowned Sparrow is perch on top of highly polished train track and I unknowingly caught it's partial reflection.
This beautiful foal is getting bigger but yet small enough to fit his head perfectly through the fence. Unknowingly he casts adorable glances to all that pass by just beckoning us to love him...
November 11, 2017, at Circasia, Quindío, Colombia.
This is a Yellow-backed Oriole (Icterus chrysater) feeding an immature Shiny Cowbird. This is normal behavior. Cowbirds do not raise their own young. The female deposits her eggs in the nests of another species. In this case a pair of Yellow-backed Orioles has unknowingly adopted a Shiny Cowbird.
The Yellow-backed Oriole (Icterus chrysater) is a medium-size Icterid that resident in Belize, Colombia, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, and Venezuela. Interesting to note that the species is absent from Costa Rica
Enough with light
Tell me one more time
My blood, your line
Is this you inside?
Death to the living
The flame has no living heart
In the order of life, they know you there
As you saw it, your plan, a real shot in the dark,
Came a little too late, is over
Calling the children
Conception and dying
Silent, but screaming
Damage done to the flesh, what they say in the name of the
Damage done to the heart is the start of the end
Damage done to my soul, I know, it goes with my
Damage done to my life, cursing loud at the chaos
You're here, you're gone
It's not fair, I'm lost
Your God, your fear
Was it worth the price?
Pray for the children you lost along the way
Still remember the names, and faces
Cold, and abandoned
They cry, their fate put in your hands
When it's over, they come to haunt you
Wasted confusion
Deadly illusion
Nightmare intrusion
One more soul to the call, for all, in silence comes
Two more souls to the call, for all, and in time
Three more souls to the call, they fall, unknowing that
Four more souls to the call won't be all, and you know it
Sacrifice, wasted knife
Destiny redefined
Someone chooses you
Lucky one, close your eyes
Your family knows you're here
Calling the children
Conception and dying
Silent, but screaming
Damage done to the flesh, what they say in the name of the
Damage done to the heart is the start of the end
Damage done to my soul, I know, it goes with my
Damage done to my life, cursing loud at the chaos
One more soul to the call, for all, in silence comes
Two more souls to the call, for all, and in time
Three more souls to the call, they fall, unknowing that
Four more souls to the call won't be all, and you know it
SURPRISE!
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I always liked building caves, but never really had much luck. The most with my recent (last year's) diorama "Never really safe..." to which I shall not link.
Minutes before taking this photograph, I was practicing a lower altitude flyby with a drone just a few feet above the trees in this picture, and unknowingly flew past a bald eagle perched quietly on a branch in one of the trees. I didn't notice the majestic bird until later that night when I was reviewing the footage on my computer back at home. During the flight, I didn't see the bald eagle because of a slight glare from the sun reflecting off my mobile phone which I use for the remote control display. I am quickly learning how easy it is to miss the things my eyes and brain would normally pick up on if it were me flying through the air instead of the drone. However, if it were actually me flying through the air, the bald eagle surely would have attacked, and that's a long way to fall to the ground with a quick, hard, and painful landing, so I am thankful for the drone. I just need to solve the glare issue for the next flight.
Loads from Emmett, West Virginia work their way toward Logan and points beyond via the former C&O Logan Sub. The scene here is Man, West Virginia. I unknowingly at the time recreated a photo from the 60's almost exactly here. In said photo, there are multiple cars spotted at various spurs and the roads in the background are packed with traffic (not to mention some of those roads are gone). The branch off to the left goes out to Lorado, West Virginia where the still active Elk Lick loadout is.
Minnesota winters make for a challenging time to be a bird photographer. Birds are scarce and variety dwindles. I've always wanted to do more winter scenery type shots and my coworker unknowingly inspired me to do just that today. I had a vague image in my head that I went out in search of –to be captured specifically near sunset. My wife, whom I jokingly call a "human compass" helped me determine a location where we could view a stretch of the Crow River where the sun would be setting in the distance. It was purely a happy accident that the river turned out to be partly open, flowing in a snakelike shape and reflecting a bit of turquoise tones right when we arrived on site. I took over 130 frames, but this one was among the first dozen I snapped and was my favorite. I might try and make a habit of planning out similar shots just to get me through our long winters. When I asked my wife if she wanted to add any commentary to the experience, she said "Yes...it was cold."
Hennepin County, MN 01/08/23
A recent delightful discovery in some neighborhood woods; the barred owl who lives here must have unknowingly contributed some feathers to this dreamcatcher presumably honoring his presence. Someone clearly made this with love!
Allen's Hummingbird lands on the very top of the Japanese Maple tree, and, unknowingly, poses for me. :o)
This is by far the hardest thing I've ever done. I took this photo of Nancy back in November of 1979. We had been dating a couple of months and were out for the day, just enjoying each other's company. It was a unusually mild November Sunday afternoon, with a quiet breeze and a perfect soft sunlight. The day found us at Kankakee River state park, around Schneider, IN. I had taken the camera out of the van and was standing there, wondering what to shoot. I turned around and found Nancy deep in thought. I like to think that she was thinking the same thing I was, that we had found the one we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with. She had no idea that her photo was being taken, and I didn't even tell her after the fact. In my mind, this is the best photograph that I have ever taken in my life, thanks to the subject. That day was the kind of day when you fall in love. Our love lasted over forty years, but now she's gone. After a hellacious two weeks in the hospital due to an extremely severe reaction to chemotherapy, she passed away on April 25, a Monday evening. Nancy was quite different in character make-up from me, but we were made for each other - there was never any doubt of that. She was very shy, but once she got to know you, you would fall victim to her devious sense of humor and sharp wit. She never really thought much of herself and was always a little fearful to try something new, but once she tried anything, she became an expert at it. I taught her how to play chess, then could never beat her. I taught her how to play tennis, and again, she was more than a match for me. I was so proud of her, because she could do anything she put her mind to. God sent her into my life back in September of 1979, when I was just floundering around with no path to follow, She saved me and unknowingly gave my life direction. She was the most loyal friend you could have, and you could depend on her to be there at any time, in any situation. Despite whatever was going on, she was always willing to go along on our railfan trips, and would work on crossword puzzles while we waited for a train. I will always remember spending a quiet comfortable afternoon or evening alongside the tracks while enjoying the breeze and listening to the red-wing blackbirds sing to us in the golden light of Wisconsin. Nancy will never know how many people miss her here on earth, and even I was a little surprised by the large response to her death. But that's how she was, never putting herself first or even thinking about herself first. She did her best to take care of me and never ever once disappointed me. I think we might have considered it a little competition to see who could do more for the other, and I think she won, though I tried hard and came in a close second. I hope you can understand why I haven't posted anything since mid-April, when this disaster all began. I am totally lost and in shock. They say that no one who has never been through the loss of a dearly loved spouse can understand it, and they're right. I never knew there could be such terrible unending pain. I don't know if I'll ever return to Flickr, but my Psychologist says that I need to reconnect to my life. Right now, there is no joy in photography or Flickr for me, but she says that makes reconnecting even more important. So, I'm going to give it a try, though it feels like I'm a totally different person and don't know how to do this. Thanks for understanding this long post. I appreciate all the prayers and well wishes. If you love someone, hold them close and let them know. A dear friend of mine said it wouldn't hurt so much if it hadn't been so special. Truth, pure truth. Thanks, everyone.
Had a good stroll along the beach in the morning before breakfast. Picked some shells to photograph in the room with my macro lens. Unknowingly I picked one with a hermit crab and found it crawling on the floor when we got back. Don't worry it's back on the beach where it belongs.
Diversity comes in all shapes and forms. The beauty of this diversity is depicted in this shot. No one is perfect and everyone adds to the beauty of shadows that appear to those who care and love. Let us stop and see the beauty of everything around us. Just, maybe we will see the beauty beyond the object as we learn to see from the lens of the heart.
-rc
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"Above all, while dogmas and forms of worship are divergent, God is the same."
-Abraham Joshua Heschel
took this on lake ammersee, bavaria. the girl was waiting for someone and I took this shot unknowingly to her.
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Christian Music Video | Gospel hymn | "May You Always Stay in My Heart" | 2019 English Christian Song With Lyrics
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Introduction
Verse 1
You stay with me through spring and fall,
walk with me through heat and cold.
Seeing Your lonely countenance,
my heart wells up with much woe.
Verse 2
I’ve never known Your solitude,
never comforted Your hurt.
Facing Your heartfelt exhortations,
many times I am stubborn.
Pre-chorus
I always cause You hurt, always disappoint You.
I’m unknowing until Your chastening ensues.
I stick close by Your side, Your burden I can’t ease.
How can one with no sense know of Your suffering?
Chorus
With dear love and true feeling, Your heart is most sincere.
Who could be fairer than You, who could be more revered!
Always in Your company, from You I’ll never part.
May joy appear on Your face, may You stay in my heart.
Verse 3
For my desires, for the flesh,
morals and truth I forgot.
When I’m overwhelmed with regret,
I’ve already broken Your heart.
Verse 4
No one understands Your sorrow.
Corrupt, I moan in miseries.
With greed I ask for things from You.
Who has sense to share Your worries?
Pre-chorus
I always cause You hurt, always disappoint You.
I’m unknowing until Your chastening ensues.
I stick close by Your side, Your burden I can’t ease.
How can one with no sense know of Your suffering?
Chorus
With dear love and true feeling, Your heart is most sincere.
Who could be fairer than You, who could be more revered!
Always in Your company, from You I’ll never part.
May joy appear on Your face, may You stay in my heart.
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
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In 2050, scientists began dabbling in genetics, and unknowingly unleashed a virus that transformed susceptible humans into ragin alien-like creatures. 95% of the world's population was infected. The other 5% were only spared because they were in remote locations or away from large amounts of people. Months later, what remained of teh world's government banded together in what was known as the IDA (International Defence Association) to counter the mutant threat. However, they were short of survivors, so they enlisted a man called Axel to help find the survivors and help their plight.
Axel has managed to trace a call for help signal to the base of a top secret organisation working for the government. After the remaining agents, Yvonne, Robert and Michael, meet Axel, they are attacked by a Phase 2 mutant and a Phase 3 Mutant.
2017.11.17
friday. sólheimasandur.
we did not go to the black sand beach because we thought that it would be covered in white anyway...err...that was the pretty reason...we simply drove past it unknowingly...but...well...it really would be covered in snow anyway...
but that did lead us to think that we should not miss the plane wreck...so we turned back...
I was leaving Tate Britain recently with camera in hand when I spotted the scene you see behind the big chap in the middle of the frame. It interested me and I was just about to snap-snap when this fellow strode into view and stared me down. I don't actually know if he was museum security because I didn't stick around long enough to find out. Whoever he was I was thankful for his intervention as unknowingly he made my picture.
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I wanted to get the arch, he wanted to pose for his friend to take a photo.
He unknowingly added to my photo, thank you!
Brooklyn Bridge Park
“Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the worlds, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.”
-Ben Okri
Listen. It's a song by 3OH!3, I love it.
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(8-5-21) I love relocating rattlesnakes for my neighbors, to save the snakes. This snake was 15 ft from MY ft door, and yes it did scare the crap out of me. I was walking with my dogs up to my front door and the dogs unknowingly got to close to this visitor which had started to rattle soooooo very loud. Thankfully both dogs have been to rattlesnake avoidance training, and both took off immediately and thankfully did not get bit. I went and got my snake equipment caught the snake and put it in my small trash can for transportation. In this picture I had just released the snake to its new home 1/8 mile away, to a snake happy place with a small creek (actually runoff from golf course) that no doubt has rodents, birds, etc around. I have to laugh why this snake was at my front door, that’s a scary first! Unfortunately at this time of the morning we have the shadows, and I have learned my lesson to come out later for a nicer photo. I’m not about to re-catch him and come back out later lol
You came into my life like a gush of wind that simply swept me off my feet and carried me away over the hills and the vales...and right over the rivers and seas...
You are the gush of wind that took me away, unknowingly. I feel as if every secret of my soul lay bare to your exquisite scrutiny, every atom of my being ached to be with you...
Then all i can do is to look at you and say, take me away to the palace of winds where you belong...
Beauty and contrast of textures , frightening felling of unknowing what will be next … and feeling kinda small. This gorge is massive and dominating , nature at its best.
This is just meters away from the last picture
Haha, unknowingly, I seem to come up with a menu.
I'm currently suffering from my 20-hr binge watch last weekend. I should not have ignored responsibility when it came crying in the background.
Ali explores the beach unknowingly teasing a stranger. The stranger watches Ali hop from different sets of furniture throwing herself in poses only Zoolander could appreciate. The Stranger complements Ali's appearance, but looks just as good. We share a laugh as Ali gets yeeted into the distance by random forces beyond her control and tell some short stories. BEC The Traveler and Ali the homebody.
It was fun chatting. See Ya Later BEC!
Spending four nights at Phillips Lake, OR, prior, during and after the eclipse, having this view right by my campsite, was an amazing "filling" for the main event that brought me to this spot, no doubt, and almost every night I would walk a few steps and take a shot of our Milky Way reflecting on the lake, just like this one. Yet, what I brought with me from this place was so much more, and I don't just mean the "lady of the lake" image I captured of the eclipse...
Unknowingly, a lake I might have not ever visited otherwise (it's just too far from home), became a landmark in my life, a beach I will always remember as the place where I saw and felt the most out-worldly experience I've ever had. The impression left on me by this event isn't quite comparable to the imprint of the Milky Way on the lake that we see here, but it was the best analogy that came to my mind as I was looking at the image and the blurry reflection - how we perceive things, often altered by our own state of mind, and how they really are. It works for me. Or you can just enjoy the view!
September 25, 2017
Two flies are sharing a the stinky slime of an elegant stinkhorn mushroom. It may be a "dog stinkhorn," but I can't be sure.
This odd mushroom showed up in our front yard the other day, and continues to "sprout" new growth every morning (This is day 3).
We didn't know what it was, but it really, REALLY smelled bad... like a rotting dead animal. Web research pretty clearly points to it being some kind of a "Mutinus" fungi. My guess is "elegans." or caninus, and I'd love some ID help from any of you mushroom experts out there!
It has some really wonderful common names, such as "devil's dipstick," "elegant stinkhorn," "dog stinkhorn," "headless stinkhorn, and (This one made me laugh), "shitty carrot."
The reason for the smell is to attract flies. The flies land on the oozing stinky brown slime and to feed on it, thinking it's carrion. In turn, the flies unknowingly transport the fungus' spores from place to place.
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I didn't even realize today was the first day of spring. So I unknowingly celebrated by wearing a skirt for the first time!
While attempting to photograph Tree Swallows in flight at Armleder Park yesterday when i noticed that there was a bee chasing them! (they are hard enough to capture on their own but add a bee chasing them into the equation and it was, well, almost impossible lol) So I was going through the images and to my surprise, was lucky enough to capture this swallow that was unknowingly a split second away from a rather big surprise of his own!! (may have to zoom in to see it!)
Morro Bay State Park,
Morro Bay, California
I had stopped to photograph the mass of flowers, Oxalis pes-caprae, a non-native nemisis of mine. While it is pretty, it is taking over many coastal California sites as well as the Coast Ranges and in the Sacramento Valley. So I imagined sharing my antipathy here. And then model and photographer walked out from the trees and my photo changed. BTW, after the photo I DID go up and ask if it would be OK to share, since they were so willing--unknowingly--to be the subjects.
Sunset over the Nile (Part 2)
Sudan; 6:30 pm
Eurasian paratroopers crouch behind an AC unit on the roof of a run down building. Across from them, is the hotel where NATO and local regime officials are supposed to be meeting at. Eurasian officials stationed outside of the regime controlled cities in South Sudan, had received this info from an anonymous spy working for Eurasia and UAPR. A lone Eurasian helicopter had dropped the paratroopers off at a vantage point exactly a mile away from the hotel. The small group of paratroopers then made their way to the planned vantage point; the building across from the hotel. While NATO troops had spotted the helicopter, they weren’t able to identify if it was Eurasian, and thus only added a few more guards around the hotel. The paratroopers had spotted a few but were able to sneak by, fearful that they would spotted if they killed any of the NATO troops.
On the roof of the building, the Eurasian troopers watched as a single regime soldier paced back and forth on one of the hotel balconies. Far below at street level, NATO trucks and troops filled the street In front of the hotel, unknowing of what was about to happen.
The first paratrooper unslung his gun from his back, and shot out a cable the attached to the balcony of the hotel.
The regime soldier surprised by this, looked up towards the roof of the other building where the group of paratroopers stood, no longer obscured. He aimed his gun, desperately trying to kill the Eurasian soldiers.
Hearing the gunshots, and seeing the regime soldier taking aim again, the captain of the group of paratroopers signaled to his men to get behind the AC unit. While they hadn’t sustained any casualties yet, one of the paratroopers in the front of the group had gotten shot in his leg, and was being dragged back with the other troopers. The captain however, did not move back with his troops, he instead raised his AK-12 and quickly sent a shower of bullets towards the balcony. As he turned back to his men he heard the scream of the regime soldier as the bullets hit him and he fell back against the glass.
Now that the guard had been taking care of, the Eurasians mounted the zip line that had been positioned only minutes earlier.
As they slid down the zip line, gun shots rang out as the NATO troops, now alert, shot up at them. Somehow, the paratroopers were able to get to the balcony relatively unharmed, firing shots of at the glass and at the regime soldier for good measure. After two of the paratroopers reached the balcony, they brutally picked up the now dead regime soldier and threw him to the ground below.
Panicked NATO and regime officials were trying desperately to evacuate, as the squad of paratroopers stepped through the the broken glass and opened fire. Some tried to hide behind broken or overturned furniture, while others were unlucky and were shot as they tried to run for cover.
After the raid, the Eurasian and UAPR forces were one step closer to taking control of Egypt and the Suez Canal as well as the surrounding land…
Thanks to Mike for doing the amazing edit
that world seems to be upside down sometimes
I have been tagged by anna szczekutowicz some time ago and I decided to tell you 10 (random) facts about myself without tagging anyone.
1. I am procrastinating all the time, concerning school work, helping around the house, everything. I hate myself for doing that but I'm just not able to stop it.
2. I've had lots of fights with my parents because of 1.) the last couple of weeks. I think they're right most of the time, but I'm arguing with them nevertheless. I'm actually quite satisfied with them, I think I might be the only problem and I really want to change my behaviour towards them.
3. I have a big sister and I adore her. She's three years older than me and moved out two years ago. I often miss her, especially when I think about the past and notice that it will never be the same again. I'm really glad to have a big sister, she often unknowingly showed me how to handle things.
4. I've had many problems concerning friends in my life. I moved to another city when I was 10 and it was really hard for me to find friends at that time because I was shy and reserved. When I finally found some, there have been several problems, that's why I changed school three years ago. Many people said I was running away from my problems but I didn't care because it was the right thing to do and today I can say that I'm glad I did it, because I met some great people that are my friends now. But sometimes I think it would be great to have friends I know since I was born or a child...
5. I would love to have a best friend whom I can tell everything and I think that somewhere out there must be someone who's just like me.
6. I'm dreaming of meeting a boy who is into photography as much as I am. :)
7. Sometimes I feel like I can't handle anything, then again I think I'm able to manage everything.
8. I'm really proud of the photographic work I've done so far, but I wanna achieve so much more.
9. I'm not really into music, that means I'm only listening to it while driving the car or taking the bus or sometimes at home. But at the same time I think that there are so many great bands I don't know yet, but I just don't have the time to discover all of them.
10. I'm not really satisfied with my body.
I always thought you were kind of cute. Our paths have crossed over the years in various homes and gardens. Many times, I’ve rescued you out of the shower or kitchen sink and placed you in the soil of my houseplant. You were like a tiny little pet. But in all our encounters, I’ve never really seen your face or looked into your eyes. You are just too small! Especially now that I’m a little older and my close-up vision has declined.
When I set up my bird bath a few months ago on top of a chunk of wood, I was unknowingly creating a little haven for you as well on the flip side. Now every time I turn over the big saucer to clean it, I find dozens of you all huddled together in the damp dark den underneath, big ones and little ones, and then you scramble in all directions and crawl down the sides. It makes me giggle. When I put the saucer back, I have to be very careful not to crush any of you. I gladly make that effort.
Unlike your dark gray parents, babies like you are almost transparent, and you’re actually not insects but crustaceans like crabs, lobsters and barnacles. You don’t bite and you’re only interested in decomposing wood and plants. Going through the many pictures I took this morning, it pleased me to find this one. It’s the first time I’ve seen your face. You’re even doing that little head tilt thing like a curious round-headed puppy! You really are cute. Just like the rough-skinned newt, you have bumps all over your body, even on your eyes, and you’re called a common rough woodlouse.
Be very welcome to enjoy the humid hideaway under the bird bath!
Claudia
Trelissick Garden is a garden in the ownership of the National Trust at Feock, near Truro, Cornwall, England, United Kingdom.
Trelissick Garden lies within the Cornwall Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Almost a third of Cornwall has AONB designation, with the same status and protection as a National Park.
The garden has been in the ownership of the National Trust since 1955 when it was donated by Ida Copeland following the death of her son Geoffrey. A stained glass memorial bearing the Copeland Crest remains to this effect in Feock parish church. The house and garden had formerly been owned and developed by the Daniell family, which had made its fortune in the 18th Century Cornish copper mining industry.
Many of the species that flourish in the mild Cornish air, including the rhododendrons and azaleas which are now such a feature of the garden, were planted by the Copelands including hydrangeas, camellias and flowering cherries, and exotics such as the ginkgo and various species of palm. They also ensured that the blossoms they nurtured had a wider, if unknowing audience. Mr Ronald Copeland was chairman and later managing director of his family's business, the Spode china factory. Flowers grown at Trelissick were used as models for those painted on ware produced at the works.
The Copeland family crest, a horse's head, now decorates the weathervane on the turret of the stable block, making a pair with the Gilbert squirrels on the Victorian Gothic water tower, an echo of the family who lived here in the second half of the 19th century (their ancestor, Sir Humphrey Gilbert, was lost at sea in his tiny ship Squirrel after discovering Newfoundland).
The garden is noted for its rare shrubs. It offers a large park, woodland walks, views over the estuary of the River Fal and Falmouth.
It appears you just can't get enough of little James. By all accounts he's the cutest animal in the whole world. Okay that might be pushing it but James got blogged a couple of times and the original image now has over 3000 views, quite ridiculous for any image, not least because I only posted him 10 days ago (March 16th) I'm not complaining, the more the merrier. If it gets the message over of how critically endangered these animals are and make efforts to try and protect him then my job is more than done.
Thanks to everyone who has viewed, its been emotional.
♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫
…”NOT ALL ME
I RATHER FACE ALL ON TOP OF MY FACE
I AM THE PERFECT TARGET SCREEN
FOR YOUR BLINDLY FUELED RAGE
I BARE THE BRUNT OF YOUR LONG BURIED PAIN
I DONT MIND HELPING YOU OUT
BUT I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER MY NAME
ITS NOT ALL ME
ITS NOT ALL MY FAULT
I NEED REMIND YOU, BUT I WONT TAKE IT ALL ON
PAST RIDDLED RAGE
I SEE THE BUTTONS I ENGAGE
IS MY DIGNITY IN PLACE?
IM ALL TOO HAPPY TO SWITCH
ITS NOT ALL ME
ITS NOT ALL MY FAULT
I NEED REMIND YOU, BUT I WONT TAKE IT ALL ON
LEST I FIND MY VOICE
FIND THE STRENGTH TO STAND UP TO YOU
LEST I STAY TO MY LIMIT
AND ONLY TAKE ON WHAT IS MINE TO
WE ARE A TEAM
IM HERE TO HELP MEND AND RESCIND
ALL I TRIGGER UNKNOWINGLY
A JOB I HOLD IN HIGH ESTEEM
ITS NOT ALL ME
ITS NOT ALL MY FAULT
I NEED REMIND YOU, BUT I WONT TAKE IT ALL ON
ITS NOT ALL ME
ITS NOT ALL MY FAULT
I NEED REMIND YOU, BUT I WONT TAKE IT ALL ON
I’LL ONLY TAKE SOME OF IT…”
diese blätter sammelte ich aus dem boden, eine kalte Nacht, warten auf eine unmögliche.
(Leopoldstraße) - Münchener
Schönes Wochenende !!!
Part 20
While wandering the creek, it wasn't long before the shadows soon stretched all the way to the other side of the basin and touched the lower slopes of Mt. Langley. I returned to one of the curves in the creek that I had found earlier that I decided would be my sunset shot for the day. Here I sat down on the soft and (unknowingly) moist grass along the bank, getting the seat of my pants wet... darn it. I moved to a drier spot and waited in the cool shade for the alpine glow to set the high peaks ablaze.
These moments of patiently waiting for light are some of my favorite. The only sound was the faint babbling of the creek. In silent contemplation I waited, breathing deeply the fresh, cool, pure air of the high mountains while feeling the earth beneath me and taking in the mountainous view.
A human voice brought me back, yelled from somewhere up high, incomprehensible. The silence returned but the peacefulness did not. A short few moment later, another yell. I waited, listening, trying to understand what was being called out and trying to figure out from where it came. After about 10 minutes of intermittent yelling I determined that it was coming from the direction of camp and Sky Blue Lake but I still couldn't understand it. I dragged myself away from the spot I was waiting at to go check on Hester who, last I saw was at camp.
He was there and all was good. He hadn't heard a thing because the of the nearby waterfall. I explained to him that I was going to head up to Sky Blue Lake and make sure everything was ok. I then made the fastest accent of 350 ft that I have ever done.
When I reached the top and the lake was in view I called out, “I heard yelling, is everything ok?”
30 seconds passed with no response. So I called out again, “I heard yelling, is everything ok?”
“Yeah, everything's fine!” yelled a disembodied voice.
“Alright, have a good night.” I replied.
“Thank you.” The voice responded.
The alpine glow was now minutes away, so I quickly made my way to a small tarn and took some shots there. By then the light had mostly faded so I started heading back, disappointed that I had not gotten a shot of the alpine glow today. But as I reached the top of a small rise before the decent back down to camp I saw a shot that I liked way more than the one I waited for down in the basin along the creek. Large white boulders sitting atop black and white speckled granite slabs, the Primrose Lake Spur of Mt. Pickering (for lack of a better name) towering high overhead, Rock Creek shining below and an unnamed ridge far off in the distance glowing in the last light of day. Over all a beautiful and expansive view, and a much better shot than what I was going to get down below. A reward for setting aside my want and doing the right thing to help someone else.
After getting the shots from that spot I sat enjoying the view and listening to the absolute complete silence. Before it got too dark I made my way back to camp in the fading twilight.
R train painted by Ven, Reas & Wisk(LA) at 49st layup in midtown at around 3AM on a work weekday in early 1989. Ven , Reas & Wisk spent approximately 2 hours working on this right under the heart of Times Square. Reas painted a Berg piece on the middle panel and a T2B Vaughn Bode girl character on the left of the Ven piece. Wisk did a block letter piece on the right of the car. When they exited the layup they went to the Marriot hotel near 45st to wash up and get rid of the scrap cans of paint left over from the mission. Their plan after this was to re-enter the layup when the motorman arrived to pull it out at 5:30 AM with no paint , looking fresh & clean. The plan like so many other times before was to enter the back of the train with the train keys Ven had while the motorman charged the train 10 cars upfront.
This was quite the normal process for Ven catching flicks of their clean trains. He would hide in the second to last car motorman cab in the layup until the train pulled out and reached an outdoor station where he could catch photos of him and his boys work. Once the train would arrive outdoors Ven would pull the emergency cord on the train for photos. The plan however would not work this time. Somehow unknowingly in a short span of time the train pulled out of the layup while they were cleaning themselves up. In dismay Ven told Reas & Wisk he would venture out to Coney Island yard to see if it was in the yard there to be buffed. Reas & Wisk were not up to join Ven on this mission so Ven went on a solo hunt for photo's.
On Ven's venture out to CI he rode an N local train into Brooklyn. As the train Ven is on enters 45st station in Sunset Park he shockingly witnesses the train they just painted pulling into the other northbound track side of the station. In a state of dismay Ven barrels out in between cars and jump out on to the track bed. In a matter of seconds he crosses two express tracks and then attempts to climb in between cars of the painted train. At the very moment Ven is about to climb inside the train between cars the train starts pulling out. Ven almost get dragged to his death trying to climb in. Somehow in a severe moment of adrenalin and panic Ven manages to pull himself up in between cars as the train is pulling down the tracks. For Ven this is the closest to death he has ever put himself in his years as a writer.
Once Ven is inside the train he takes a short breather. This is where he then takes notice of another problem. For some reason on this night this train they painted was and R line train and not and N line train. The R train does not venture outdoors at any point in the system. The MTA switched the N & R to Astoria two years before. So this makes photographing this car properly a huge problem. So now Ven has to think of a strategy plan for photos quickly as he rides the train. Knowing the system extremely well Ven knows that at the same station in Manhattan(49st) where they painted this car is the only station on this line has no support beams on the platform which can block photographing the pieces. Ven proceeds to ride the train to 49st in Manhattan with passengers on board and all. As the train pulls into 49st station Ven scans the platform for police. Seeing no police on the station he lets the doors of the train close. At the very moment the train pulls out he pulls the emergency cord inside the train and quickly climbs out between cars onto the platform with all the train doors shut. Ven had to act super quick with photographing the car because the conductor saw him jump out and also heard the air brake go off. Surely the police would be called and there are plenty of police in this area.
He took several shots of the pieces and character on the entire car and immediately left the station.
This for sure is one of Ven's personal favorite cars he painted on the lines. He still is unhappy never to have caught outdoor shots. He often thinks he should of stayed with the train until they bought into the yard for buffing. Instead though he did not want to risk the chance of not getting photos at all, or having a run in with VS in the yard where it goes to get buffed. So this is what it is when it comes to photo's on this one.