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Across the bridge lie the strings that vibrate and resonate to make the magic!
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For the Macro Monday challenge "String"
HMM!! 😊
My 2024 set: Here
previous years of the Macro Mondays challenge:
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My 2016 set: Here
My 2015 set: Here
My 2014 set: Here
My 2013 set: Here
The Little River flows through a section of Great Smoky National Park, winding along an east-west roadway through the park.
There is a special light that graces the Smoky Mountains, they almost glow. That is particularly true in fall, when colors almost vibrate.
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Glory bush, Lasiandra or princess flower (Tibouchina urvilleana), a native of Brazil, grown widely as a garden plant.
The flower has 10 stamens. Five stamens are longer than the others. The pollen is released from a pore at the tip of the anthers which are the clawlike ends of the stamens. The anthers also act as a landing pad for bees which in the wild pollinate the flowers by buzz pollination which involves the bee grabbing onto the flower and moving their flight muscles rapidly, causing the flower and anthers to vibrate, dislodging pollen.
The style and stigma extend beyond the anthers.
f/11 ISO 800 1/15 100mm Pentax DFA 100mm f/2.8 Pentax K-5
Early on a cold winter morning, this beautiful silver-striped hawk moth was a sight to behold.
I stayed with it for 25 minutes watching it alternate between being at rest, then vibrating its wings - and what was really great to see was the increased speed by which it did that, as the minutes passed and it gradually became warmer. This pre-flight thermoregulation involves the muscles being contracted to create only a minimal amount of wing movement, which produces as much heat as possible to elevate thoracic temperatures to flight-levels. Eventually, it flew off.
Larvae of Hippotion celerio enjoy grapevine (Vitis sp.) hence the other common name of vine moth. I read that other host plants include Epilobium (willowherb), Fuchsia, Parthenocissus (Virginia creeper) and other related vines such as Cissus.
Seen here on native prostrate Hibbertia sp.
Wingspan 6 cm
Link to lateral view: www.flickr.com/photos/112623317@N03/51325412468/
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to listen…
my prayer is my voice…
that contributes…
to the universal symphony …
that plays still…
that opus surrounding us…
that holds us…
in existence for a time…
with beginnings and endings…
hearing your song too…
that entangles and vibrates…
with all seen and unseen…
dancing in this music forever…
in the beginning was the Word…
-rc
The young Purple Finch perched, had been harrasing a male ( presumably the father) for food by vibrating its wings , calling and following the male wherever it went. The incoming female had enough and chased it away.
We have 3 harbor seals who have pups every year in the same location, so we had to name them to keep them straight. This is Mama-Goggles (because of the circles around her eyes) with her 1.5 week old pup.
Fun fact about harbor seal whiskers: The irregular, wavy shape of the whiskers holds the whisker steady as the seal swims. They only vibrate in response to the hydrodynamic trails created by the movement of their prey, which allows the seals to hunt in near total darkness.
Bees are nature's magicians.
In the winter, honeybees cluster tightly inside of the hive to stay warm. The worker bees vibrate their bodies to generate heat. They stay in a cluster inside the hive and engage in thermoregulation and queen-care until the start of the next foraging period.
Saturday night cruising in Paprihaven, at the Market Street Chevron...
Market Street on a Saturday night is less of a thoroughfare and more of a neon-drenched theater. The sidewalks pulse with throngs of onlookers, their faces flickering in the glow of open storefronts as they track the stoplight-to-stoplight drag races.
Underpinning it all is a relentless, acoustic earthquake in the thunderous revs and guttural rumbles of high-performance engines. This doesn't just fill the air, but envelopes the people, vibrating deep within the marrow of their bones.
Rani Juli slowed as she approached the Chevron, but the station was a sea of chrome and glass; every bay was claimed.
With a practiced sigh, she nudged the accelerator. Her Ford Focus responded with a comfortable, unassuming hum, a polite whisper against the roar of the street. The Chevron was always a fortress on Saturdays; perhaps the next station would offer a sanctuary.
Of course, Rani wasn't here to burn rubber or chase a trophy. As the leader of the Paprihaven Disney Society, her mission was far more festive: guiding her flock to a celebration at Dixie’s Diner.
Her Focus is a rolling beacon of whimsy, wrapped in a custom Mickey Mouse Club paint job that turned heads even in a sea of supercars. She lived for the smiles it sparked and the spontaneous conversations that bloomed at every red light.
Glancing in her rearview mirror, she saw her "entourage"—the club bus, packed to the windows with eager Disneyites, all buzzing with the shared anticipation of a night at Dixie’s and a table full of scrumptious food.
As the head of the Paprihaven Disney Society, Rani treated the street like her own personal Magic Kingdom parade. Her Focus, decked out in a vibrant Mickey Mouse Club livery, was a local celebrity in its own right.
While the racers looked for intimidation, Rani looked for connection, enjoying the grins and waves her brightly appointed Ford pulled from the sidewalk crowds.
Directly behind her, the club bus followed like a loyal sidekick. It was a mobile clubhouse filled with those excited Disneyites whose minds were already fixed on the milkshakes and jukebox hits awaiting them at Dixie’s Diner.
🚌🚦🚗⛽🚐🚍🚎🚔🚑🚨🚒🚓🚔🚕🚧🚖🚜🚘🚲
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Matchbox
Ford Focus
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
2010, Thailand
Matchbox
Ford Focus
Sizzlin' Style
2003, China
Matchbox
Emergency Rescue 4x4
Shark Pier Playset
2007, China
Matchbox
Mercury Sable Wagon
1988, Macau
Matchbox
MBX Motor Home
Outdoor Sportsman 3/12
2009, Thailand
Matchbox
2004 School Bus
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
Matchbox
Range Rover Sport 2005
VIP Luxury 8/12
2008, Thailand
2010, Thailand
Old Harry Rocks, Studland, Dorset
Really been fed up with the weather recently and as the rest of the family was away and the forecast for yesterday morning had potential I set my alarm for 2:10am (😨we are mad to have this hobby sometimes!). Unfortunately I'd left my phone on vibrate and didn't wake up until a repeat alarm at 2:30 went off 😲and it's about a 2hr trip for me to actually reach Old Harry. Sunrise was just after 5am so by time I got there I didn't have much scouting time and could see from the bank of cloud that any blue hour colour would be fleeting. I'd only packed my 24-105mm (will definitely take the 15-35mm next time!) so couldn't go wide enough to get foreground in hence I went for a 4 shot 2:1 pano 15s exposures. All a bit of a rush so I know I can do better but not too unhappy with how this came out. Colour didn't last long so really wish I'd woken up at the planned time which would have given me another 20mins. Thanks for viewing.
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The woods in Burgess Park, London sometimes seem barren photographically but given a bit of sunlight wondrous sights await. This morning these leaves were back lit and seemed to vibrate with visual energy.
A Sunday morning in January. London Gateway Port approach road. By Monday morning the earth itself will be vibrating under the wheels of the trucks.
Corringham, Essex UK
Heard but never seen until today - amazing to watch his body vibrate as he rattled off his reeling song...shame it was a shady perch - RSPB Baron's Haugh, Motherwell
“Everything Turns, Rotates, Spins, Circles, Loops, Pulsates, Resonates, And Repeats.
Circles Of life, Born from Pulses Of light, Vibrate To Breathe,
While Spiraling Outwards For Infinity Through The lens Of time,
And into A sea Of stars And Lucid Dreams."
― Suzy Kassem, " Circles of Life," Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
[The Forge] Kayumi BodySuit (Neo Japan), [THE ESCHATON] Thruster Head (Cyber Fair), NO.MATCH - NO_DELIVERY.
Neo Japan:
Some thoughts are fleeting, born and extinguished without a trace. Yet others burn, grow, and vibrate in the air like invisible threads of light, touching the world around them, warping reality.
The man does not move, but his mind stirs. In the window, the rays of his thought spill into broken light, shaping two fragile silhouettes. Are they mere illusions? Or are they formed from the energy of a thought so powerful it refused to remain invisible?
The air becomes thick, wrapped in a heavy silence. The eyes of the figures in the glass seem to watch, to lurk. Do they approach? Or have they always been there, waiting to be discovered?
A shiver passes through the room. Perhaps it is not only he who gazes upon this image—perhaps it is also gazing back at him.
Wahclella Falls seen in the Columbia River Gorge, Oregon USA
I ambled along the muddy trail in the forest. A humming sound vibrated in the air and transferred to the soil beneath my feet. I felt a tingle that raced up to my mind and urged me to reveal the source of the sound.
It was a tiered waterfall cheerfully rushing down the mountain, roiling and bubbling, boiling and churning. As I got closer, the enchanting symphony amplified into growling and rumbling. The drizzling spray created a filmy mystique surrounding the canyon. A giant liquid ribbon spread out into the scene attuning all my senses to understand there is happiness in this world only if there is freedom.
No more sound lingered in my ears as I walked out the forest. Only the soul-swelling magic followed me all the way home.
Waiting on my next load. So never one to pass up an opportunity to find something to interesting. Saw this beautifully colored bush near the entrance to the truckstop. But, it's raining lightly and windy. The leaves were vibrating. I've been looking for an opportunity to see if I could use the wind to my advantage on my leaf art. Instead of me moving the camera, I would rely the wind. Some of the shots I waited for a slight pause and faster shutter to get fairly sharp edges or details, others I went for slower shutter speed and good wind "vibrations". Anyway, fun stuff and I think I got some pretty good images.
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One of my favorite mountain plants is the elephant head (Pedicularis groenlandica). The common name reflects the remarkable shape of the plant's flower which indeed resembles an elephant's head. The "trunk" serves to focus the pollinator to the pollen on the anthers rather than as a landing spot. The plant is dependent on pollination specifically by bumblebees, which vibrate their wings in order to release the pollen (appropriately termed "buzz pollination"). Because the stamen (pollen producers) are sheathed by much of the flower, pollen transport to other flowers could not be accomplished without the bumblebees.
This will be my last post for a bit while I enjoy a short trip and a break from the internet and outside news (mostly). I regret missing your posts but look forward to catching up when I return.
BNSF Q PTLCHC6 27Q crosses over Two Medicine Bridge as a rainbow appears above the vibrate peak fall color.
Another attempt at panning at 1/60th sec - seems to have worked quite well for the most part - that antenna behind the cockpit looks like it was vibrating.
T-6 Harvards (or Texans as they are called in the US) were extensively used as advanced training aircraft during WW2 and for decades afterwards. After basic training in a Tiger Moth or similar light aircraft, the next stage was to fly a T-6, which has an enclosed cockpit, retractable undercarriage and landing flaps, all of which the student pilot had to master before they could be let loose in a warplane like a Hurricane or Spitfire. This Harvard dates from 1953 - many of the more than 15,000 built are still flying today. This one gives pleasure rides at airshows.
In the suspended moment between heartbeat and sigh, the player holds the ball like a verse about to be born. Gazes merge into a sea of silence, broken only by the fleeting flash of cameras—shooting stars illuminating hope. The air vibrates with the echo of a dream rising, fragile yet powerful, toward eternity. And in that invisible flight, the story only the heart can tell is written.
(Richard and Sira)
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“So I was walking down the Pacific Coast Trail when I heard a soft song that began to vibrate in my ears.
As I approached this spot, the music became so intense I could not move but I listened harder as the steady beat was joined by an ephemeral melody that vibrated deeper and deeper.
When I woke up, I was in a fishing boat with two wide-eyed sailors looking down upon my water slogged face. I tried to speak but my gills were plugged ...
When I opened my eyes I was on a beach, water logged and alone. I could see two figures pushing the boat out to sea and furtively looking back. I smiled and sang a new song that day.“
This morning when I woke up, I heard a remnant of that song drifting through the rain ... it rains a lot here ... so days later, I headed back to that trail and stood at the same spot. No matter how I strained my ears I could not hear the song just the waves crashing against the shore, almost hypnotic like a deep rumbling purr or bass line penetrating deeper, so melodic, so hypnotic..."
Abstract but real!
I love the play of bright light. The vibrating edges and golden veins that streak on angles across the leaves. The curves and the way they trap white light on their edges and valleys. And in contrast, I enjoy the round dotted white spots on the other deep green side of the leaf. What a natural masterpiece!
Biscayne Park FL
humming WAVE GUIDES and beyond .....strong vibrating minds realigning frequencies, .....tuning the perfect pitch
Soul Deep maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/PixelDust/111/227/23
╰┈➤RIOT: Cassiopeia Jeans
╰┈➤The Kiwi Co.: Weekender Cropped Cami
╰┈➤Doux: Santorinni
╰┈➤eBody: Reborn
╰┈➤Lelutka: Camila
Thank you for reading the Story "The Doors" and enjoyong the photos and music. ღ
In the heart of a vibrant era, music surged through the corridors of time, a palpable force. The air vibrated with its melody, its waves reverberating off the shimmering walls of a vast labyrinth. Doors slowly open, revealing a vision of beauty and audacity.
Amidst the shadows, she emerged, her lithe form adorned in a soft darkness. Her movements mirrored the fluidity of the music, as if she danced upon its currents. With an ethereal grace, she caressed the cold metal of an electric guitar, her fingers tracing the strings in a hypnotic ballet.
As she played, the notes flowed from her fingertips, weaving a tapestry of sound both delicate and thunderous. They intertwined seamlessly, creating an orchestra of otherworldly harmony that enveloped the space. The stage erupted in a cascade of light, casting fragmented shadows across her captivating body.
At that moment, she found herself at the epicenter of a whirlwind of sound and illumination. It was a transformative encounter, one that would etch her into the annals of rock and roll history as a legend of the Story "The Doors."
For within the liminal space between the known and the unknown, she had become the embodiment of their enigmatic mantra: "There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors."
Devoted to my Ronnie, a talented and amazing musician who touched my heart deeply ღ
Chapter 1 Maze Realm of Time and Space
Chapter 2 Theory of Everything or Power of Smile
Chapter 4 Far from the Shallow
Chapter 6 Back to Serenity Childhood
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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Así como del fondo de la música
brota una nota
que mientras vibra crece y se adelgaza
hasta que en otra música enmudece,
brota del fondo del silencio
otro silencio, aguda torre, espada,
y sube y crece y nos suspende
y mientras sube caen
recuerdos, esperanzas,
las pequeñas mentiras y las grandes,
y queremos gritar y en la garganta
se desvanece el grito:
desembocamos al silencio
en donde los silencios enmudecen.
By Octavio Paz.
As well as from the background of music
a note sprouts,
that while it vibrates, it grows and thins
until in another music it becomes silent,
springs from the bottom of silence,
another silence, sharp tower, sword,
and rises and grows and suspends us
and while it rises, they fall
memories, hopes,
the little lies and the big ones,
and we want to scream and within the throat
the cry fades:
we flow into silence
where the silences are muted.
They come to there nest every morning and she sits in the nest bum in the air and tail and wing tips vibrating while wonders round her for about 10 mins
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Hello winter! You could simply call this scene a sunset! Right?
I thought in light of the upcoming Christmas and today's winter solstice, and not least the fact that there is no white Christmas to be expected here in my area, just storms and rain, I would choose this photo.
With f11, 14 sec and an exposure compensation of + 0.3, I was lucky and the evening star was there.
Do you see that too? (I'm a dreamer, remember) ,-))). It seems as if the angels in heaven are playing their harps, making the clouds gently vibrate with delight! Oh, the clouds make a single tree grow tall for joy.
Happy winter solstice everyone, the days are slowly getting brighter again!
Just a little fun for the Macro Mondays group, Theme - Bathroom. Photo image stack processed in Photoshop.
55mm f/2.8 NIKKOR Micro
Measures about 2 inches tall, you all know, it's a toothbrush.
Pittsburgh
Allegheny County, Pennsylvania
3-photo HDR. Not cropped.
Parked on Poplar St behind the two industrial buildings and walked up the stairway to the bridge. Set up a tripod and snapped quite a few lovely photos of the sunset last night. This one is my favorite.
If you make the trip there, be aware that the bridge vibrates significantly any time a car or truck passes. You must time your shots between traffic to avoid camera shake.
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taken in Salford, Manchester, Lancashire.
Named after the Greek god of wind, Aeolus – Acoustic Wind Pavilion is a giant instrument and optical sculpture, crafted by Luke Jerram.
It was singing away in Canary Wharf, Aeolus allows wind to resonate through polished steel tubes and along vibrating strings attached to the tubes.
The hum produced is attuned to the aeolian scale and registers even in the lowest of winds, creating a soundscape of the environment throughout the day.
The pavilion itself is a remarkable feat of elegant engineering as each protrusion reflects the sky light to the centre of the harp-like structure combining the particular nuances of light and sound into a quite beautiful and situationally unique performance.
With love to you and thank you for ALL your faves and comments, M, (* _ *)
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United Kingdom, London, Albert Bridge
The Albert Bridge is a road bridge over the River Thames connecting Chelsea to Battersea and it was completed in 1873. Originally it was a toll bridge but because commercially unsuccessful, six years after its opening it was taken into public ownership. The tollbooths remained in place and are the only surviving examples in London. Nicknamed "The Trembling Lady" because of its tendency to vibrate when large numbers of people walked over it, the bridge has signs at its entrances that warned troops to break step whilst crossing the bridge. In 1992, the Albert Bridge was rewired and painted in an unusual colour scheme designed to make it more conspicuous in poor visibility, and avoid being damaged by ships. At night it is illuminated by 4,000 bulbs, making it one of West London's most striking landmarks. Its distinctive and striking current appearance has led to its use as a backdrop for numerous films set in the Chelsea area like Sliding Doors.
No one noticed the change at first. It began as a hum—soft, constant, like the world itself was vibrating. Scientists blamed solar winds, engineers blamed faulty towers, and everyone else kept scrolling, swiping, and tapping as if the glow of their mobile screens was the only real light left in the world.
But the electromagnetic haze thickened, weaving itself into the air like invisible fog. It happened gradually, then all at once: humanity shrank. Legs multiplied. Skin hardened. Voices collapsed into clicks.
By the time the first phones slipped from now-tiny hands onto the dirt, the human race had already become ants.
Panic spread through the colonies that formed where cities once stood. Towers became mountains; sidewalks became plains of cracked stone; skyscrapers, once filled with people, now loomed like impossible cliffs. The surface world was still there—just too enormous to reach. All they could do was crawl into the cracks, the tunnels, the places humans had once tried so hard to avoid.
It wasn’t fear that drove them underground. It was instinct—the leftover human longing for shelter now twisted into an insect’s compulsion to burrow.
In the dark beneath the earth, fragments of the old world remained: a shattered phone screen reflecting faded blue, a glittering field of lost earbuds, tangled charging cables like the roots of some technological tree. The ants remembered these objects—not clearly, but like dreams. Some ants slept curled beside a fallen phone as if waiting for it to wake them. Others tapped at its glass, producing only the faintest flicker of static.
Legends spread through the tunnels: stories of the surface, where sunlight still shone and wind still carried warmth instead of static. A few brave ants made the climb every day, scrambling up through drainpipes and cracks, but the open world always overwhelmed them. The sky was too vast, the ground too exposed, and every bird overhead meant death. They returned below, trembling.
Deep in the earth, the colonies began to whisper—if clicking mandibles could be called whispering. They spoke of the Great Hum, of the screens that had once glued their attention, of how they had traded the world’s wonders for glowing rectangles that fit in their palms.
Some believed they could change back. Others accepted that humans had simply become what they had behaved like for years: small creatures, living in tunnels, blind to the real world above.
But every night, when the hum faded and the tunnels grew still, the ants dreamed of walking upright again… of holding hands instead of antennae… of standing on the surface beneath a sky that no longer felt impossibly far away.
And sometimes—only sometimes—they swore they could hear a phone ringing somewhere above them, calling them back to what they once were.
But none were ever able to answer.
"Oblong stones sink
slow and sideways. Shaped
by the weight of the waves,
dutifully vibrating nature's
lunar-bound graces,
they wash ashore only for
closed palms to forsake them.
The cheerful will
cherish them, place them
on windowsills, or on graves." - Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking
My small pottery bowl filled with a select few rocks and stones has a few new stones from this beach. I sometimes roll the stones in my hand and remember the time I spent at certain places I collected these gems. I also have a friend who makes lovely jewellery from local river stones. I am hoping she can make a special pendant for me with that one special stone I found on Lake Superior.
Waiting on my next load. So never one to pass up an opportunity to find something to interesting. Saw this beautifully colored bush near the entrance to the truckstop. But, it's raining lightly and windy. The leaves were vibrating. I've been looking for an opportunity to see if I could use the wind to my advantage on my leaf art. Instead of me moving the camera, I would rely the wind. Some of the shots I waited for a slight pause and faster shutter to get fairly sharp edges or details, others I went for slower shutter speed and good wind "vibrations". Anyway, fun stuff and I think I got some pretty good images.
Loud snoring is caused by obstructed airflow in the airway, which causes the tissues in the nose, mouth, or throat to vibrate. Factors that can contribute to this obstruction and snoring include being overweight, relaxing throat muscles due to alcohol consumption or certain medications, nasal congestion from allergies or a cold, and anatomical features like a long soft palate or enlarged tonsils. Sleeping on your back can also promote snoring by allowing your tongue to block the airway.
or:- just being old.
Exeter, Devon, UK.
Hanging down to kiss the depths
Vibrating on sweet natures breaths
That make beauty, rise and fall
As it moves through the trees, so tall
Then hangs down to try to sink
Deep inside natures beautiful drink
In grasshoppers, the auditory organs are in a rather unusual location, on the abdomen. On each side of the first abdominal segment, tucked under the wings, you'll find membranes that vibrate in response to sound waves. This simple eardrum, called a tympana, allows the grasshopper to hear the songs of its fellow grasshoppers.