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"Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment." •
Sometimes someone walks into your life and everything just works; it's effortless, organic and right from the very first exchange - making it obvious why everything and everyone else didn't work.
From day one you've made me smile, laugh until I cry, my heart flutter and given me the freedom to be myself, always. I craved your Dominace the moment I felt it's embrace, and I am forever grateful and happy that we're on this journey together.
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I love you.
Utterly immersed in vibrant autumn color, on a walk in the woods in Melrose, Massachusetts.
Thanks for stopping by, and for your continued kind comments and favorites while I've been traveling. I hope you have a wonderful weekend, wherever in the world you may be.
Text message can be useful, quick, convenient or utterly confusing.
A few common abbreviations to help us older users .
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RN: Right now
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ISO: In search of
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GG: Good game
BFD: Big freaking deal
IRL: In real life
DAE: Does anyone else?
LOL: Laugh out loud
SMH: Shaking my head
NGL: Not gonna lie.
I am sure there are hundreds more.
Royal Cornwall show, 2025.
She is utterly sweet! I love her little solemn face. And I also love this
wonderful dress, "Gingham Squirrel", from Godesia. It's made up of fantastic
fabrics and prints... and I especially adore the bright, hot pink ball trim! Thank you,
Emily!
Standing beneath the magnificent Angel Oak in Charleston, SC. I'm utterly humbled by its sheer grandeur. Towering above the couple in this shot - it's not so much the height of this ancient tree, it's the sprawling limbs stretch out like nature's embracing arms, casting a vast and cooling shade beneath its canopy.
The Angel Oak's bark bears the marks of countless years, weathered and textured with the stories of time. Its branches twist and curve in mesmerizing patterns, each one a testament to the tree's resilience and endurance through the ages.
The Angel Oak is a Southern live oak (Quercus virginiana) located in Angel Oak Park on Johns Island near Charleston, South Carolina. The tree is estimated to be 400–500 years old, stands 66.5 ft (20 m) tall, and produces shade that covers 17,200 square feet (1,600 m2). It's believed to be the largest live oak and oldest living thing east of the Mississippi River.
Michael Utterly Of Raistrick Greave , Widdop. In November 1643 He got drawn into the approaching battle at Heptonstall helping the Roundheads but he clearly wanted to get on with his life. A brother John meanwhile was an ardent Royalist and lost his life at Marsden Moor in 16 44 .
Posted early this week as I will be busy for the next few days.
There is something very special about being miles from anywhere and anyone else, particularly when the scenery is as good as this. This was taken early in the morning on the path from Sandwood Bay on the far north west coast of Scotland. There was a slight haze and mist coming in off the sea but the sky was completely cloudless. There was not a breath of wind, and it was utterly silent apart from the sound of my boots on the path. The very fine Foinaven is the mountain that can just be seen on the skyline in the centre.
Oh to be back there now....
Male Blackbird feeding right next to the hide.
I have various holey logs filled with the 'Utterly Peanut Butterly Peanut Butter For Wild Birds' and it goes very quickly.
I recommend it to anyone feeding birds.
Utterly amazed and humbled how quick this milestone has come, thank you everyone who continues to visit the ZZR and ride through the beautiful area that has become Seogyeoshire.
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“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.”
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Utterly loving the new Taxi from Lusch Motors, i regretted not buying the original on my first avi... so i am supah happy this electric one was released! of course i had to pinkify it!
Completely and utterly in love with Tasmania ... this is about a 5 minute walk from our hotel accomodation. Pristine wilderness all to myself ... I couldn't believe it. I pay homage to those that fought so hard to preserve this wilderness wonderland.
On my way to the utterly splendid Aquarium - with a vast array of small sea creatures in finely maintained terrariums and aquariums - I walked through Nishikaigan Park. It's a breathing space on high dunes between the city proper of Niigata and the Sea of Japan. That park has many shrines and memorials most of which remained a mystery to me, clueless with regard to Japanese language. But I did find a monument marked in English. It was erected in a high place by the friends of Ango Sakaguchi (1906-1955) upon his death. Sakaguchi was a proponent of 'decadent' literature. And that 'decadence' was not of the soft and ripe kind. But rather, as Yukio Mishima (1925-1970) said: his prose, like vodka and gin, is brutally strong. When I was a young student and in thrall to Mishima I'd not yet heard of Sakaguchi but came to his work (in translation) later. Mishima is right!
Anyway, I was lucky on the path above the beach to see row upon row of Roundleaf Chastetree. And the color of the flowers - lavender - immediately reminded me of decadence! and hence of Mishima and Sakaguchi, who hails from Niigata.
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Nobody was more surprised than myself when I jumped out of bed before sunrise on New Year's Day. I'd stayed up until the small hours watching Richard E Grant having a splendid time playing the utterly dissolute Withnail alongside Paul McGann's ever timid "I," and gone to bed very late indeed. Generally this is a recipe for an especially slothful start to the following day, with an over reliance on the coffee reserves and little other meaningful sign of life before noon. But for once things were different. Improbably it had snowed in the evening, and even more surprisingly it had settled. With the weather forecast promising a cold clear night it seemed likely that the freshly laid white carpet on the badger eaten patch of scrub that passes for the front lawn would still be there in the morning, although for how long beyond that was uncertain. This was most unusual in our mild wet corner of the country so it couldn't really be missed. I set the alarm despite having no confidence whatsoever in my ability to crawl out of bed less than six hours after getting into it.
Early in the morning I wandered around the garden with a quiet smile. There's something about snow that takes me back to childhood. In the forty-five years since my parents moved us down to Cornwall I could count the number of times we've had more than a brief coating of the stuff on the fingers of one hand and still have a digit or two to spare. There was 1979 when Dad made sledges out of old bits of wood and fitted plastic curtain rails under the runners, which made them faster than anyone else's on the near vertical Trelawney Road in Falmouth. How none of us got killed I can't really say. Then there was 1987 when my return to University after Christmas was delayed by the big freeze and I watched "Gregory's Girl" for twenty consecutive nights on the VHS player. Since then we've had the odd afternoon when panic has broken loose at work as every car in the universe attempts to leave Truro at exactly the same moment, but there is generally a period of around ten years between each of these momentous events. Only rarely has the snow still been on the ground the following day. The message from Cornwall is, if you want to see snow in winter, this isn't going to be the likeliest place to find it.
I quickly decided the garden wasn't bringing any inspiration at all and prepared to go to the same place as I did when the Beast from the East visited three years ago. The woods across the road beckoned. By now the clock was against me and as I struggled through thick mud towards a spot I'd taken a shot from before, the sky filled with soft pink light. I checked my watch yet again; the moment of sunrise was very close. My right eye complained at me, streaming in the cold morning air. It wasn't used to being open or outdoors at such a disagreeable hour after ten days away from the office, and stonily refused to fully open and engage with the rest of me. Weeping from one eye and slipping around on the sodden track I pushed on urgently in a race against the sunrise, eventually arriving at this spot where a gate onto an open field waited appealingly under a soft white dust that didn't seem likely to last long. Mentally I recorded the scene before me, but I didn't stop. The composition I wanted was a few yards further along the path. When I got there it took seconds to reject it.
Five minutes later I was back here, just in time to get the shot before the sun rose and blew the highlights and what was left of the pastel pinks clean out of the sky. A minute or two later and I'd have missed it completely. Later on I returned for a leisurely stroll. The snow had almost completely gone, leaving only traces of the beautiful morning landscape that I'm so glad I didn't miss.
Several people, my own dear mother included, have said the result of this New Year's Day outing should be on a Christmas card. The trouble is I still can't decide whether that's a compliment or a thickly veiled insult. But I'm thinking of getting some Christmas cards printed at the end of this year.
This utterly stunning view, taken from the top of Bratton Castle on Monday 25th May 2020, shows the famous White Horse of Westbury, and the extensive panoramic view towards Bath and Bristol. Must visit for anyone in the area.
Utterly love the fact i can fly from the Railway to the beautiful mainland of Bellisseria. Came out here as i heard rumours that the SS Galaxy has sailed out to Bellisseria.
A few months ago, on one of my occasional weekend space-trips, I had picked up a magic lens that was capable of time-travel and simultaneous thematic image capture across multiple time-windows ;-) Since then this magic lens has received multiple automatic software-upgrades transmitted via the medium of sun-rays ;-) It seems to me that the upgraded lens has now begun to exhibit early signs of appreciating human speech and emotions :-O This realization dawned on me during my recent stay in Pondicherry (Paris of the East).
One evening in Pondicherry I had set up my camera with the magic lens, on a tripod, near the old pier hoping to capture a few interesting blue-hour photos. Out of the blue, an old friend of mine, who I had not met for a while, spotted me there on his evening walk. Soon we were totally engrossed in a deep conversation about one of our favorite subjects - visual arts - and dwelt quite a bit on the first fully painted animated feature film Loving Vincent. After my friend departed I turned to my camera to discover that (and this is a bit of a guesswork on my part) - the magic lens had felt badly neglected and utterly bored during the time I was talking to my friend :-( and since I had left the camera switched on, the magic lens had decided to make a definitive point to me by clicking, on its own, a bunch of 'art-like' photos ( à la Vincent van Gogh paintings) >:-{
By the time I got back to the camera, I was left with a completely drained camera battery and a whole lot of art-like photos taken by the magic lens! This is one of the better ones, in my opinion, from that lot. Hope you all like it :-)
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Seriously how did I miss the finished pillow in the flickr group. This is so me, thank you Julianna!!! It's utterly Beautiful!
the most impressive and utterly delightful entrance to CastleBrando, once you have mastered the ascend by funicular :)
Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday everyone!
It really was utterly miserable and wet this morning when I took this photo on the Westminster Bridge but worth getting wet to get the shot I wanted :)
In the background, just visible through the rain, is Lambeth Bridge and St. George tower.
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We could hardly contain our delight and excitement after spotting two little owlets sitting in the trees! Not too far from where we had seen the adult. Adorable is an understatement!!
We found a trail from the opposite side of our normal parking lot. This trail is longer and has varied wilderness.
Really liked how the setting sun lit the new buds and how the water was utterly still.
Several photos will come from this wood.
Hope you are healthy and safe.
i am so very thankful for this man...
for his strength and guidance.
for his friendship and care.
for his magical brain and sense of humor.
for the thousand ways he takes care of me each day.
for the person he is on the good and hard days.
for the kindness he shows to everyone he meets.
I'm the luckiest girl. ♥
Technically, this is a terrible shot because of the distance and graininess. I just so loved the human aspect of this shot and sometimes it's not the clarity that counts!. They had just mated and groomed each other.
Thank you so much, Utterly Second Life, for using my photo as your new group cover!
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The red shouldered hawk isl if truly a bird of beauty and set against the high key sky it shows off his incredible color, detail and magnificence I love birds of prey and always feel very fortunate when we have an opportunity to photograph them !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wishing you all a very beautiful and blessed evening !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm utterly enchanted by the green june beetles in my backyard. This is Stanley. The foliage he's climbing out of is the blue butterfly pea (see the previous pic in my photostream).
The pic posted below is the same shot of Stanley, with a different crop. Couldn't decide which I liked better -- which do you fine people prefer?
Personally, I think it's a shame that this type of photo is so utterly oversaturated by "street photographers" that point their DSLRs at every single person that crosses their path, despite having no discernible quality whatsoever, that it has become completely irrelevant. I think it's a shame because it forms the basics of street photography and if done well can be pleasing and interesting on many levels.
One of the things I like about street photography is the challenge to portray the ordinary in an extraordinary way. We can't all be compositional masters, but taking the same photo over and over with a telephoto lens of random people walking towards you from the waist up surely can't be in any way fulfilling? It's not even trying.
Nor can it be fulfilling the empty comments that ensue. When the 'depth of field', 'subject separation', 'nice tones', 'good expression' gratuitous comments are exhausted it then follows to comment only on the subjects attributes, because the actual photo has no merit in its own right. It's not a considered photo that has been taken for any reason, it's random thoughtless snapping.
I have read the opinions of a few of these 'random-people-snappers' and they say how shocking it is, the style of Bruce Gilden and (recently highlighted) Tatsuo Suzuki and how they would only ever treat their subjects with respect etc. yet in their bodies of snaps they have hundreds (from their multiple thousands of almost identical captures) of images of disgruntled people staring into the lens angrily and obviously questioning why they are being photographed. I question it also and wonder what purpose these snaps could ever serve.
Some of these 'snappers' even teach street photography! I've always wondered what the conversation / lesson would go like...
Student: What should I do first?
Master Snapper: Buy an expensive camera.
Student: What about the settings?
Master Snapper: Auto.
Student: Now what?
Master Snapper: Point the camera at a person.
Student: Then?
Master Snapper: Press the shutter button.
Student: What about the composition?
Master Snapper: That is the composition.
Anyway, it's just an opinion. It's all subjective, right?
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Listening to this ^ number side-by-side ... one of my faves .. and dont ask how many times Ive seen this film ... probably hundreds ;)
The shot was taken at Cirencester: one of the most beautiful towns in UK I've seen so far. Not far from London. And utterly classy and beautiful.
If you get a chance ... do visit ;-)
An utterly miserable day! Rain, wind and more rain.
On the plus side... my Paramo trousers still fit! I haven't worn them since the first few weeks of moving in and feared for the worst! Also it took a little longer today before the Sciatica kicked in hard , about 10 minutes rather than 4. I put this down to sticking to easier (paved) terrain for the start of my half hour walk rather than straight over the fields.
- Today I saw this beautiful Zebra, and since I hadn't seen it before I guess it must be new.
“I'm simply saying that there is a way to be sane. I'm saying that you can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you. Just by being a simple witness of your thought processes.
It is simply sitting silently, witnessing the thoughts, passing before you. Just witnessing, not interfering not even judging, because the moment you judge you have lost the pure witness. The moment you say “this is good, this is bad,” you have already jumped onto the thought process.
It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. Once the gap is there, you are in for a great surprise, that you are not the mind, that you are the witness, a watcher.
And this process of watching is the very alchemy of real religion. Because as you become more and more deeply rooted in witnessing, thoughts start disappearing. You are, but the mind is utterly empty.
That’s the moment of enlightenment. That is the moment that you become for the first time an unconditioned, sane, really free human being.” - {Osho}
Isaiah 24:3 “The earth will be completely laid waste and utterly pillaged, for the Lord has spoken this word.”
Jerash is the capital and the largest city of Jerash Governorate, Jordan, with a population of 50,745 as of 2015. Located 48 kilometres (30 mi) north of the capital of Jordan, Amman.
The history of the city is a blend of the Greco-Roman world of the Mediterranean Basin and the ancient traditions of the Arab Orient. The name of the city reflects this interaction. The earliest Arab/Semitic inhabitants, who lived in the area during the pre-classical period of the 1st millennium BCE, named their village Garshu. The Romans later Hellenized the former Arabic name of Garshu into Gerasa. Later, the name transformed into the Arabic Jerash.
The city flourished until the mid-eighth century CE, when the 749 Galilee earthquake destroyed large parts of it, while subsequent earthquakes (847 Damascus earthquake) contributed to additional destruction. However, In the early 12th century, by the year 1120, Zahir ad-Din Toghtekin, atabeg of Damascus ordered a garrison of forty men stationed in Jerash to convert the Temple of Artemis into a fortress. It was captured in 1121 by Baldwin II, King of Jerusalem, and utterly destroyed.
Jerash was then deserted until it reappeared in the Ottoman tax registers in the 16th century. It had a population of 12 households in 1596. However, the archaeologists have found a small Mamluk hamlet in the Northwest Quarter which indicates that Jerash was resettled before the Ottoman era. The excavations conducted since 2011 have shed light on the Middle Islamic period as recent discoveries have uncovered a large concentration of Middle Islamic/Mamluk structures and pottery.
In 1806, the German traveler, Ulrich Jasper Seetzen, came across and wrote about the ruins he recognized. In 1885, the Ottoman authorities directed the Circassian immigrants who were mainly of peasant stock to settle in Jerash, and distributed arable land among them.
The ancient city has been gradually revealed through a series of excavations which commenced in 1925, and continue to this day.
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Utterly extraordinary. This spot has not seen standing water in 50 years. But a deluge the previous month brought badly needed rain -- Morocco had been in the grip of a 6-year drought -- and flash floods that pooled at the foot of Erg Chebbi, sand dunes in eastern Morocco. 28 people were killed by flooding in the mountains after an extratropical storm brought a year's worth of rain in 2 days.
Looking utterly forlorn in 1997, Swinford saw its last trains in the winter 1975, regular passengers services ending in 1963. Although the section remains closed, the rails have never been officially recovered and remain in sections, awaiting the many reopening proposals that have been delayed over the years.
Maybe it’s time to put our massive global digital tax windfall surplus back in neglected physical infrastructure that has always been so lacking, especially west of the Shannon.
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Nikkormat SLR - Kodak T- Max 400ASA - Nikkor 28mm - Red filter. (August 1997)