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Our last day in Hawaii, we drove around and found ourselves near Sea Life Park and Makapu'u Point. Not one to waste an opportunity, I grabbed my camera to capture a quick image of the light house over the cliffs. What I got was a gentleman paragliding. I noticed him off to the side, but it never occurred to me that he was getting ready to launch himself into my photo. I'm so glad he did. Now that there is a paraglider in the photo it just feels like a magazine cover for a travel magazine that is beckoning you to visit the island of Oahu.
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Marilyn Monroe Pays a visit to - ChiaroScuro - Gothic After Hours Club ..She had a great crowd on hand.
The auditorium was filled with Applause ....WE LOVE YOU MARiLYN
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Santillana del Mar. Cantabria.Spain.
Se encuentra en la costa occidental de Cantabria, comarca de la que es su extremo este.
La villa fue declarada conjunto histórico-artístico en 1889.3 En sus inmediaciones se encuentra la cueva de Altamira, protegida como Patrimonio de la Humanidad. Es uno de los pueblos más turísticos y más visitados de Cantabria, siendo una parada imprescindible para los turistas que visitan la región. Esto ha hecho que gran parte de los habitantes del municipio vivan de la actividad turística, especialmente de la hostelería, los alojamientos rurales y las tiendas de productos típicos.
Desde julio de 2013, Santillana del Mar forma parte de la red Los pueblos más bonitos de España. (Fuente Wikipedia)
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Each time I take our 5 pound Yorkie out, he goes to the storm drain at the end of our street. This is what I think he is smelling. Around two o-clock this fox walked down our street and laid down in front of the storm drain and yawned. The sun was warm and he looked tired. When I came out with the 200-400mm lens he got up and wondered if I was going to come after him. No need he was only 150 feet away.
My local wetland is often visited by Pelicans at this time of year. The water levels however, are rather low so this one seemed to find wading necessary rather than floating on the water. Happy Wing Wednesday
The cornflower, bachelor's button, bluebottle or hurtsickle (Centaurea cyanus) is an annual flowering plant in the family Asteraceae, native to Europe, now naturalised in many other parts of the world, including North America and parts of Australia.
The charming and prolific flowers are most commonly an intense blue colour, produced in flowerheads (capitula) 1.5–3 cm diameter, with a ring of a few large, spreading ray florets surrounding a central cluster of disc florets.
Cornflowers flower from late June through August.
Once a common weed of cornfields, as a result of modern agricultural practices it is now very rare in the wild.
Today it is grown as an ornamental plant in gardens, where several cultivars have been selected with varying pastel colours, including pink, purple, blue, lavender, white, and maroon.
De korenbloem (Centaurea cyanus), ook wel wilde korenbloem genoemd, is een 30-60 cm hoge, eenjarige plant. Binnen het geslacht Centaurea is het een van de drie soorten die van nature voorkomen in Nederland en België.
De korenbloem dankt zijn naam aan de traditionele groeiplaats; op akkers tussen het graan. Doordat de plant weinig ruimte nodig had, kon hij hier tussen het hoge graan overleven. Door de teelt met gezuiverd zaaigoed komt de plant in dit milieu bijna niet meer voor. In bermen van binnenwegen zijn de blauwe bloemen nog wel regelmatig aan te treffen. De plant neemt zelfs toe, waarschijnlijk doordat veel bermen minder vaak dan vroeger worden gemaaid.
De oorspronkelijke korenbloem is paarsblauw van kleur, maar tegenwoordig zijn er ook kleurvarianten die wit, roze, paars, lavendel, rood of lichtblauw zijn. De bloemhoofdjes zijn 1,5 à 3 cm. De 8 à 15 randbloemen zijn veel langer dan de binnenste. Ze zijn wijd trompetvormig. De totale doorsnede kan tot 8 à 10 cm zijn.
Deze foto is gemaakt in de veldbloementuin van zorgboerderij De Passiflorahoeve bij Harskamp op de Veluwe.
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Dole (Jura) - La Visitation et l'auditorium Karl-Riepp (ancienne chapelle)
Couvent de cet ordre de 1826 à 1977, était à l'origine le collège Saint-Jérome, fondé à la fin du XVe pour loger les novices de l'ordre de Cluny étudiant le droit canon à l'université de Dole
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Le monstre... 👹🙀
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Qui l'a créé ?
Who created it?
Merci de vos visites, commentaires, favoris, invitations, qui réchauffent le coeur ❤️
Thank you for your visits, comments, favorites, and invitations, which warm my heart ❤️
My attempt at the "Flickr Friday" theme "field".
Shot with a LOMO "Mikroplanar 65 mm F 4.5" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
The passing of another year beckons me to look back over the decades at the places, events, and moments that quietly shaped my life.
For those of us on the downward slope of life, certain memories have the power to pull us suddenly backward, plunging us into earlier chapters of our story. Many of those scenes are anchored by our parents and the siblings who shared those days with us.
At my age, the sight of an old, isolated farmhouse wrapped in the depths of winter stirs something deep inside me. Younger folks might drive past a place like this and see only something primitive or outdated. They may even wonder who the unlucky people were who grew up in such a place.
What first caught my eye in this photograph was the elevated green fuel-oil barrel leaning against the house like an elderly widow leaning on a shopping cart for balance. We had one just like it, and it was the source of more than a few moments of wintertime chaos and worry in our home.
On some January mornings, we would wake to sub-zero temperatures, frost feathering the windows, and no warmth rising up the stairs from the oil burner on the main floor. The cold outside had dropped so low that the fuel oil flowing from the green barrel had begun to crystallize.
Mom’s frantic cry would wake Dad, and he’d quickly bundle up while she heated water on the wood-burning stove. Soon enough, he’d be outside in the bitter cold, pouring hot water over the copper pipe that carried oil into the house. Sometimes it worked the first time. More often, it took at least one more baptism of hot water before the fuel oil slowly began to flow again and warmth took up residence in our house.
Those early years together as a family slipped by quickly. Before we knew it, our tribe had scattered, each of us leaving home to make our own fortunes and our own mistakes. No matter where we landed, though, there was always a heartfelt siren song that called us back several times a year. Family gatherings became a lifeline, keeping us connected through the births of children, their school triumphs, and the unfolding details of one another’s lives.
But while those years brimmed with promise for us kids, other changes were quietly taking shape. On our occasional visits, we began to notice that Dad’s ability to keep up with house repairs had slowed. So, too, had Mom and Dad themselves.
All of us came to understand that something fundamental had shifted. We were no longer sheltered under their protection. Instead, we found ourselves holding their arms as they navigated the steps, steadying them as their gait grew uncertain and their sharpness began to fade.
Even as circumstances changed forever, the pull of that old home place remained strong. That was where we had once raced through rooms and fields, where we laid the foundation of our lives.
Yet, our last visits to that home carried a different weight. They were not quite as light-hearted, for we realized that our parents’ days were drawing to a close.
(Photographed in Isanti County, MN)
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Located in Glacier National Park, Montana. What a gorgeous still morning, this was. A passing cloud, lightly muting the sun, just enough to reduced the strong contrast and provide this scene with a wonderful soft light. The timing could't be more perfect, to capture the slowly passing boat.
Happy Birthday Rafael Sanchez! Todo un honor haber compartido contigo este viaje fotográfico a Montana y Canada
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Babe came to visit me at work. How sweet <3
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Oh, it's Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
White Beach Bay just off Cantre'r Gwaelod in Cardigan Bay.
Inflated domes for Music Festival !
A place to dream, a place to imagine, a place to meditate.
One for 'Sliders Sunday'.
It was sooooo good to see the sun all day on Sunday. There was an actual break in our days of grayness. :-)
Burj Khalifa
"Khalifa Tower",
known as Burj Dubai before its inauguration, is a megatall skyscraper in Dubai, United Arab Emirates.
It is the tallest artificial structure in the world, standing at 829.8 m (2,722 ft).
@Wikipedia
I found several butterflies fluttering around the flower field at Lexington Community Farm today, a black swallowtail and two monarchs. The monarchs didn't like sharing, with the swallowtail, or each other. They were constantly chasing each other around, and would only perch to feed sporadically.
This Grass Snake in my small pool in the garden, all the local water sources dried up,as this exceptional hot weather continues.
Beverley , East Yorkshire.
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