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The weeds are coming back.
They stand defiant in the grass with blooms
like tiny pastel flags.
They push their way through
mulch and fence, unfurling glossy leaves
as if to taunt.
They wind and grasp and climb their way
to light and life.
The weeds are coming back.
Tomorrow perhaps
I will search out where it was
I may have left those garden gloves,
perhaps pull up a few and pile their weedy selves
in little heaps around the yard,
making refuge for the bugs and suchlike things
to find.
Today I’ll settle back, soak up the sinking sun,
tip my glass a time or two
and celebrate the loss
of control.
© Karen Kleis
I had come to photograph red-winged blackbirds, and as I left I could see that 5 young white-tailed deer had come to the water to drink, but as it often goes with youngsters, they started frolicking--hopping to get the hind legs high in the air, chasing, splashing, running away. Spontaneous, unrestrained fun.
"Recortes" is an incredibly dangerous tradition of non-violent dodging where local people ("recortadores") compete at dodging completely unrestrained fighting bulls for the ultimate adrenaline rush. The barehanded, unprotected participants are all the time on the verge or being gored or rammed by the bulls, which aren't physically hurt at all.
"Recortes" es una tradición increiblemente peligrosa donde las gentes de una localidad ("recortadores") compiten en esquivar de forma no violenta a toros bravos sueltos. Los participantes, a manos limpias y sin protección alguna, están contínuamente a punto de ser corneados o embestidos por los toros, los cuales no reciben daño físico alguno.
Two little Westies enjoying a summers day running along the beach and the surf
Prompt: Create a realistic digital fine art of two West Highland White Terriers running through the shallow surf of along a beach. The scene captures the dogs mid-motion, splashing through the foamy waves with their ears perked up. Their white coats glisten with water and sunlight, and reflections on the wet sand beneath their paws.
The background features a vibrant seascape with turquoise waves crashing against the shore, sending white sea spray into the air. The sky above is partly cloudy with soft white clouds, filled with distant birds soaring over the ocean. The mood is energetic and carefree, evoking the spirit of summer and the unrestrained joy of dogs at play.
Style: realistic digital fine art
Mood: Playful, vibrant, joyful
Lighting: Bright, natural sunlight with ocean reflections
Color Palette: turquoise sea blues, soft sky pastels, white foam
Resolution: high
Warm-season denizens of the northern U.S. and Canada, a mated pair of ring-necked ducks (Aythya collaris) enjoyed their winter digs, way down south.
City of Decatur (Winnona Park), Georgia, USA.
22 February 2025.
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▶ "The ring-necked duck (Aythya collaris) is a diving duck, commonly found in boreal freshwater lakes or ponds in the northern United States and Canada. In winter, the species migrates to southern North America.
The drake (male duck) has two white rings surrounding a gray bill, a shiny black angular head, a cinnamon-colored neck ring, a black back, a white line on the wings, a white breast, and yellow eyes. "
— Wikipedia.
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▶ Photographer's notes:
☞ I didn't have a long lens with me, but you get the picture!
☞ The pond was exhibiting a brownish-orange hue both because of recent rainfall and the unrestrained runoff of clay soil from nearby construction activity within the park.
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Four facets of a single face crosswise, facing the sky through leaves
and clouds right into the open while radiating the conceited certainty
of youth and proudly praising the blessed sunshine -- perfection, in
all.
Four Dimensional Quasi-unity
Unrestrained awe like a prayer to Sun God in four beats with green
leaves, blue sky and fluffy clouds reinforcing the harmony, so much so
that even the crosswise arrangement of the radiant light and rampant
foliage sifting through the x-shape of quadruple faces hardly creates
a sense of slight suspicion.
With all the good will in the World
today, or yesterday
nothing will stop the indomitable and superior course of nature
it meanders, teases, reclines, then pounces...
upon us unsuspecting peoples
we, of the 'superior' parliaments and scientific constitutions
prance, purposefully, along the corridors of sleaze
flowing in popularist ideals and political deals
cabinets and senates, backbench corruption and innermost glees
always human, in artifical light
without so much as the foresight
to step aside, outside, into the truth
only when thunder strikes, or a levee breaks
do we just begin to taste mortality
at the very hands of the 'poor' who know the land like the back of their hand,
more than any presidential, governmental 'climatic change' can ever muster
if you trust in life, in yourself, in nature...
you are truly living, unrestrained by any policy of lies.
by anglia24
19h45: 24/06/2007
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When you enter the complex you start your tour by crossing the Bridge of The Cycle of Rebirth on your way to the ubosot. Beside the bridge are hundreds of outstretched hands symbolizing unrestrained desire. Wat Rang Khun, Chiang Rai, Thailand
In Magdelena's eyes, a thousand tales reside,
Each face a canvas, stories painted with grace,
A tapestry of emotions, woven side by side,
A glimpse into a world of mystery and embrace.
The first face, innocence, untouched by time,
A child's laughter, ringing through the air,
Eyes sparkling like stars, hopes forever climb,
A tender heart, untouched by worldly despair.
The second face, wisdom, etched upon her brow,
Lines of experience, carved by life's embrace,
A lifetime of lessons, yet she wears them now,
With grace and dignity, in every step she takes.
The third face, passion, a fire that burns within,
Eyes aflame with dreams, desires unrestrained,
She dances with abandon, free from any sin,
Her spirit fierce, her heart forever unchained.
Magdelena, a kaleidoscope of faces divine,
Each one a masterpiece, a treasure so rare,
In her complexity, a symphony of design,
The beauty of her many faces, beyond compare.
So let us celebrate Magdelena's allure,
Her many faces, a testament to her grace,
For in each expression, we find something pure,
A reflection of humanity's boundless embrace.
An extreme closeup of the gorget of a Fiery-throated Hummingbird (wild, unrestrained). Photographed in the Talamanca Mountains of Costa Rica.
Canon 7DM2 | Canon 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6 IS ii with Kenko Extension Tubes | 1/200th | f/13 | ISO 1250
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If you'd like to see more of my hummingbird images, check out my latest blog post: The 15 Most Spectacular Hummingbirds!
Introduction
Gospel Worship Songs | "Thanks and Praise to Almighty God" | Live in the Light of God
I
We have been brought before God. His words we eat and drink.
Holy Spirit enlightens, we understand truth God speaks.
Rituals of religion, we’ve cast them off, all those bonds.
Unrestrained by rules, our hearts released.
And we are happy as can be, living in God’s light,
happy as can be, living in God’s light.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
who expresses truth to all mankind.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
we have a way to change,
and our vague faith subsides.
We sing praise, oh.
II
We closely follow God, kingdom training we accept.
God's judgment are like a sword,
disclosing thoughts that we have.
Arrogance, selfishness, and falseness are not concealed.
Only then I see my truth. Ashamed I fall to God, revealed.
Thanks and praise (oh, thanks to God) to Almighty God,
who expresses truth to all mankind.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
we’re face to face with God,
and in His joy we rejoice.
Thanks and praise (thanks and praise) to Almighty God.
You are holy, You are righteous, oh.
My desire is to practice truth (practice truth),
forsake the flesh, to be reborn (be reborn),
comfort Your heart.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
Your judgment has me truly saved.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
my disposition has changed.
Because of You, I am blessed, oh, I’m blessed.
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
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Thanks to the children of the forest, the trees of the Wistman's Wood had grown tall and hearty; For many years they have cared for the native flora and fauna. The ancient wood stayed peaceful and much the same despite the ever-changing outside world.
Despite an edict made long ago to leave the woods untouched. The humble inn along the single road through the wood has slowly become a growing settlement of travelers and farmers. Without much delay or consideration, the greedy outsiders ripped the roots of the trees from the earth, leeching life from the once lush forest. Acres of trees became nothing but stumps and rows of crops.
In a final effort to see their farms unrestrained by an edict long ignored, the local farmers planned an attack on the home of the children of the forest; waiting until autumn when the fallen leaves no longer can hide the green clad forest dwellers.
What they didn’t expect was these passive children to have prepared for such a day. The odd crude bow and sling were little threat, but the appearance of oak warforged is a cause for considerable concern.
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Introduction
Worshiping God | Christian Music Video "Thanks and Praise to Almighty God"
I
We have been brought before God. His words we eat and drink.
Holy Spirit enlightens, we understand truth God speaks.
Rituals of religion, we’ve cast them off, all those bonds.
Unrestrained by rules, our hearts released.
And we are happy as can be, living in God’s light,
happy as can be, living in God’s light.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
who expresses truth to all mankind.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
we have a way to change,
and our vague faith subsides.
We sing praise, oh.
II
We closely follow God, kingdom training we accept.
God’s judgments are like a sword,
disclosing thoughts that we have.
Arrogance, selfishness, and falseness are not concealed.
Only then I see my truth. Ashamed I fall to God, revealed.
Thanks and praise (oh, thanks to God) to Almighty God,
who expresses truth to all mankind.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
we’re face to face with God,
and in His joy we rejoice.
Thanks and praise (thanks and praise) to Almighty God.
You are holy, You are righteous, oh.
My desire is to practice truth (practice truth),
forsake the flesh, to be reborn (be reborn),
comfort Your heart.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
Your judgment has me truly saved.
Thanks and praise to Almighty God,
my disposition has changed.
Because of You, I am blessed, oh, I’m blessed.
Eastern Lightning | The Church of Almighty God came into being because of the work of the returned Lord Jesus—the end-time Christ, “Almighty God”—in China, and it isn’t established by any person. Christ is the truth, the way, and the life. After reading God’s word, you will see that God has appeared.
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* In symbolism, it means unrestrained power in spite of small. Consistency, childlike innocence, purity, modesty, sorrow, maternal, knightly and constant love. The flower language says, "My feelings are not to be shaken." - "I'm counting on time."
The Wat Rong Khun (วัดร่องขุ่น), perhaps better known to foreigners as the White Temple, is a contemporary, unconventional, privately-owned art exhibit in the style of a Buddhist temple in Chiang Rai Province, Thailand.
The bridge of "the cycle of rebirth": the main building at the white temple, the ubosot, is reached by crossing a bridge over a small lake. In front of the bridge are hundreds of outreaching hands that symbolize unrestrained desire. The bridge proclaims that the way to happiness is by foregoing temptation, greed, and desire. Next to the lake stand two very elegant Kinnaree, half-human, half-bird creatures from Buddhist mythology [Wikipedia.org]
That's the tactic of the current US president as he runs riot, rampaging through our Constitution, laws, agencies, courts, checks and balances, alliances, Congress...
With a fury of executive orders, court cases piling up, court orders given/ignored, things on again/off again, he's unrestrained, throwing spaghetti at the walls to see what sticks, how much he can get away with in flippant disregard for our foundational roots and basic human decency.
Every day something else, hoping to create resistance fatigue and outrage exhaustion....hopelessness.
And his never ending lies, his venom, his stupidity, his fragile ego needing to be adored, requiring loyalty only to himself and revenge if not given.
He's the man who would be king.
In effect, his pathetic pathology, the madness of King Donald.
Hold firm. You're not alone.
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"Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop"
— Lewis Carroll
We thought this day would never come — but here it is! There doesn't seem to be a significant enough way to fully thank all my lovely friends for the months and months and months of wonderful support, encouragement and friendship. So I will leave you all with another quote — one that I hope expresses my gratitude more eloquently …
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art ― write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
― Neil Gaiman
Thank you … and good night ♡
Last night I went to a Shinnenkai (New Years) Party sponsored by the Japanese American Society of Rossmoor. The entertainment was a taiko (drum) ensemble, The Jiten Dai-ko Drums is based in San Francisco. The performance was intense, full of joy.
Full-throttle blows to the wooden drums sent unrestrained exaltation into the audience. Arms raised overhead, readying for the next beat, while the drummers' feet were planted broadly, was thrilling choreography. January 15, 2023
. . . the ship has sailed a long time ago, Senor. . .
Diva
So bel canto this warbling Musetta atop her honey-locust, her flowering La Scala, in her spot of sun, this yellow- breasted Maria Callas trilling with such vivacity, such post-dawn jubilato above the flagstone patio dew has veiled in lace, not the Merry Widow nor Lucia, not the vamping boulevardiers or cafe scene's flouncy flirting, but unrestrained ecstasy above high C, maybe more Mimi's half other-wordly, Act III reverie as a new day breaks, before the crows saunter back or the neighbor's cats swarm out, before the backing track's white noise drones Miss Meadowlark's scales to soft pips. For the moment she has set atwitter, she reigns, gold-flecked crown- feathers and nape and puffing chest aglow in a beam that splits the upper rafters. Her arietta seems beyond words, each note a thread in a tapestry of sound she's weaving: what it means is beyond me. What it means, means nothing to her or the other cheepers and tweeters starting up. She sings to sing.
--Miguel deO
Taken at Sunset at a Temple near where I live while walking. The unpredictablity and unrestrained energy make kids a joy to shoot and be with. I was a kindergardern teacher when I first got to Japan. Candid
a. to suffer a mental or emotional breakdown.
b. to crash, as in an automobile or airplane: He skidded into the telephone pole and cracked up.
c. to wreck an automobile, airplane, or other vehicle.
d. to laugh or to cause to laugh unrestrainedly: That story about the revolving door really cracked me up. Ed cracked up, too, when he heard it.
The wild Atlantic way.
The Wild Atlantic Way, 2600 km (1600 miles) in length, is one of the longest defined coastal route in the world. It winds its way all along the Irish west coast from the Inishowen Peninsula in the north down to the picturesque town of Kinsale, County Cork, in the south. This route from start to finish unfolds the wonders of nature, the power of the ocean and its imprint on the west coast of Ireland, and the stunning countryside in all its diversity. Enchanting villages are nestled along the coast as well as ancient monuments – their origins having long sunk into the mists of oblivion dot the landscape. Behind every bend on this magical coastal road a new delight awaits.
The wild Atlantic with its unrestrained and untameable tides and storms has continuously been moulding the west coast of Ireland. With a constant meeting of water and land, a deeply indented and wild terrain has emerged with towering cliffs, spellbinding bays and beaches, mystical islands, always changing and never reaching the end. In the isolation or perhaps expressed in a different way living near and with the Atlantic at your doorstep has ensured that old traditions and the Irish language have been preserved. A trip along the Wild Atlantic Way is also an encounter with the past.
An unlikely marriage of formality and unrestrained exuberance, Venetians began as an experiment by Chihuly and Italian maestro glassblower Lino Tagliapietra. At the core of the Venetians is a classical vessel, with wildly flamboyant attachments like snaky handles, leaves, and twisted coils and ribbons.
The 'Reflections on Nature' Exhibition is at Kew until the 27th October.
"Recortes" is an incredibly dangerous tradition of non-violent dodging where local people ("recortadores") compete at dodging completely unrestrained fighting bulls for the ultimate adrenaline rush. The barehanded, unprotected participants are all the time on the verge or being gored or rammed by the bulls, which aren't physically hurt at all.
"Recortes" es una tradición increiblemente peligrosa donde las gentes de una localidad ("recortadores") compiten en esquivar de forma no violenta a toros bravos sueltos. Los participantes, a manos limpias y sin protección alguna, están contínuamente a punto de ser corneados o embestidos por los toros, los cuales no reciben daño físico alguno.
Must have been what Autumn though as she startled this garter snake basking on the path. She jumped back a good foot and for the rest of the walk was disturbed ever time anything touched her feet. I have taught her well though, all she wanted to do was watch the snake and several shots were taken with both her and Sampson unrestrained right by the snake.
光著腳丫，踩在沾滿晨露的濕漉草皮上，吹著海岸山谷中的微風，陽光是熱情的，卻不覺得刺痛，是這天，我對南雅漁村日出的美好印象~
新北瑞芳，南雅漁村，南子吝步道~
恩啦~颱風來臨之前，還是為大家奉上................糖水照~~~(掩面)
To the whispers of the dawn
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I can change what you see, reshape what is known...
But your soul must never be chained,
It must dance in the wild, unbound and unrestrained.
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
This juvenile Red Tailed Hawk came to the Wildlife Center several months ago with a fractured clavicle. After months of treatment, including physical therapy, he was released back into the wild this morning. He is seen here unrestrained standing on Sharon's gloved hands, and preparing to fly. 2 seconds later he was airborne. State Law does not allow us to take photos in the Wildlife Center, when the birds are being rehabbed, so, release days are always great photo ops.
The Abandoned (noun).
1. Deserted
2. Forsaken by owner or inhabitants.
3. Unrestrained
4. Depraved.
Pretty often we use the word "abandoned” as adjective: an abandoned building, an abandoned kitten,
even a family member or child. You can figure out feelings of live object who was abandoned... but if you put yourself instead of those abandoned people, you understand that adjective immediately transforms to noun. And you’re already the ABANDONED with unknown future or even present time.
You don’t know what to do, where to go...
For preventing any questions I have to say, It’s not about me, I have friends and family but I was in similar situation in my past and probably that’s why understand the feelings of abandoned people and... even abandoned things...
Yes... I always thought that abandoned cars, buildings or other things have same feelings as a humans but they can’t speak and we often don’t look around and can’t recognize what they want to say...
I saw this ABANDONED in Toronto not on some garbage place, but in very public area, near the embankment of Lake Ontario, not so far from the Harbour. This ‘vehicle’ was drowned in a half in the water of the pool with fountain and people surrounded this pool were in very good mood - it was Friday night... Everyone got a fun, eating, drinking, looking at some street performers... Everyone, except this ABANDONED. HE was a stranger at the fest of others... Yes, it’s not mistake, I said HE because I understood HIS feelings at that time... So... think about it when you’re going to bring your old friend-car to the car cemetery...
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WARNING! the following contains shameless and unrestrained praise of own son: I was inspired to make this illustration/sketch last year when I read one of my sons 6th grade school projects. His assignment was to write a handwritten 2-5 page fantasy story, following a given set of genre rules. He surprised us all by handing in a 52 pages long story called "The Seventh Guardian", a computer text document with 8 chapters filled with pure fantasy suspense. Set in several parallel worlds endangered by the fight between good and evil....the plot had everything....it even had a cliffhanger at the end...you know, so that we would ask for a sequal. How´s that for an 11 year old?! I had a plan to get it properly printed with more illustrations to go with it, but it kind of blew over...and well...some day maybe. (perhaps I´ll surprise him with it on his weddingday or something:)
The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.
- Lewis Thomas.
“Show me again the power of the darkness, and I’ll let nothing stand in our way.”
– Kylo Ren in The Force Awakens
It’s been called the quick and easy path to harnessing the power of the Force. Stemming from anger, fear, aggression, and negativity. But to those who command it, the dark side of the Force is pure, unrestrained, unlimited power. Read on to begin your tutelage in a… larger view of the Force
We had something to celebrate. We met 30 years ago, and moved together within a month. Her artistry stood out at home way before I pointed a camera at the night sky. Never seeking notoriety, her unrestrained assessment on my photography (and everything else) positively influenced my work in more ways I can remember. Not only I owe to her my large share of solo trips, she has also been out there next to me more times than anyone else, often helping with everything but operating the camera. She, however, would always stay in the sidelines when the shutter was open.
Two nights ago, after more than 12 years since I started photographing the night sky, to celebrate our 30 years together, we held hands and stood on the other side of the camera together for the first time, as we stared at a sky filled with stars surrounding us whether we looked up or down. We weren't looking for the perfect picture, or some great social media visual. It only had to be perfect for us. And it was. A mathematically centered meteor way up in the sky - that she mentioned she saw but I only noticed in "post" next day at home - timed itself to bless an already memorable scene.
This wasn't going to happen just anywhere, and I have my share of stories with this place. Tenaya Lake is about the most accessible alpine lake in Yosemite, and one of the most gorgeous on top of that. I fell in love with the lake when I spent my first night there 7 years ago and captured my first Milky Way reflection. After that, I've photographed reflections, star trails, meteor showers and tons of other nightscapes during the many (often entire) nights I've spent there on one shore or another. Every year I watch when Tioga Pass opens for the season - which is always nicely timed with the summer Milky Way - and it doesn't take long until I pay it a visit. This year it was the most special visit of all.
The image: Unlike far too many "couple silhouette" night shots, this isn't a composite. It's not that capturing this in a single shot is difficult (it's not), but to me composites don't record memories, they only fabricate or emulate them, and our drive was very different. The image is two stitched single shots, same settings and focus, one pointing at the horizon captured at 3:11am, the other one pointing up just one minute later (3:12am). Each shot: Sony a7s @ 3200 ISO, 15 seconds, Rokinon 24mm @ f/2.2.
July 3, 2019
Image contains sky, clouds, water, outdoor and nature
rose of sharon seed pod with leschick and skeletalmess textures.
nifty fifty canon ef 50mm 1.8 II lens
1/4000 of a second / f2.5 iso 200
I'm trying to not shoot the lens at it most open aperture to see where the best focus is obtained. I shot quite a few frames at f2.5 and had pretty good results.
It was a day swathed in heavy cloud and rain, yet the mountains called me with a quiet, insistent pull that I could not ignore. The air was thick and weighted with a mist that clung to the skin and seeped into the bones, yet still, I chose to venture upward, toward the cloud-wrapped summits. I climbed to a peak straddling France and Andorra, rising near 2,800 meters into the sky, a place where the earth reaches up and mingles with the low-hanging heavens. The chill was sharp and damp, hovering close to freezing but not wholly surrendering to ice. I wrapped myself in every layer I possessed, each one a meager defense against the fine, seeping chill that saturates the mountains on such days. Raincoat fastened, I settled in to wait for the spectacle of fog and low clouds to descend.
Time slipped from my grasp as I sat there, and eventually, without intending to, I drifted into a quiet, dreamless sleep. When I awoke, I was greeted not by the heavy gray that had lulled me, but by a burst of sunlight, bright and sudden, breaking through a tear in the clouded ceiling. Around me, the fog lay thick and heavy, a boundless ocean of white, while above, a single clear breach allowed the sun’s rays to pour down, illuminating the mist with a cold, otherworldly brilliance. The fog seemed to move, flowing in great, silent waves down the slopes on either side, like some vast, ethereal river cascading gently down an invisible incline. It held a mystical quality, as if I had been granted a glimpse into the breath of the world itself, a rare and transient sight that would vanish as quickly as it had appeared.
Then, as if in response to some hidden command, the gap in the clouds closed, and the light dimmed, leaving me in a muted twilight of swirling mist. I lowered myself to the ground, seeking a kind of stillness, a quiet center amid the shifting currents of cloud and light. Closing my eyes, I sank into the rhythm of the landscape, letting it weave its way into my thoughts and quiet the buzzing mind.
Yet just as I felt I had reached a state of true repose, a new movement drew my eyes upward. Slowly, the fog in front of me began to pull back, its silken veil parting to reveal a vision that struck me with silent awe. Far below, in the cleft of a distant gorge, torrents of rain poured down in relentless streams, a powerful, unrestrained flood cast from the heavens. And there, as if in some grand celestial display, beams of sunlight pierced through hidden openings in the clouds, illuminating the downpour with fierce clarity. The rain glowed under the sunlight, each droplet catching the light, shimmering like molten silver as it fell—a spectacle half of earth, half of sky, poised in a moment of exquisite balance.
I sat transfixed, time forgotten, all sense of self lost in the immensity of what lay before me. This fleeting display, this union of rain and sunlight, of obscured and revealed, held me in its grasp. And there, in that solitary, mountain-bound place, I felt myself dissolve into the rhythm of it all, caught up in nature’s silent reverence, watching as the world breathed and shifted, unveiling its transient wonders in a language beyond words.
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Another attempt at the motion panning. Tried this shot during the annual Nihangs' procession in Amritsar, India. During this event the Nihangs show their martial art and horse riding skills after a religious procession is taken out. All the Nihangs who take part in the procession then gather in a ground where they exhibit their skills with weapons and on horse backs. In this shot this young Nihang is attempting a very difficult maneuver by standing on top of the two running horses.