Voices of Εarth
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Isle of Arran
Here, Caisteal Abhail, corbett mountain, 847m, with Glen Sannox, a glaciated U-shaped valley, sit in ethereal, stormy light, across the Firth of Clyde. Ancient, weather-beaten beech trees are silhouetted against the Clyde and the mountains.
A lone herring gull sweeps over Sannox Bay.
Taken from Portencross,
North Ayrshire
Scotland
“From a distance there is harmony
And it echoes through the land;
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace
It's the voice of every man.”
🎼 ‘From a Distance’ - Nanci Griffith. RIP, Nanci 💙💙💙
July 6, 1953-August 13, 2021
“Certain voices heard
are heard
not because
they
are phonetic...
But,
from one soul
they head,
to another,
in the form of magic.
(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)”
― Jasleen Kaur Gumber, Ginger and Honey
Ice-abstract.
Remember those who enabled today...
Hear those who challenge now and prepare tomorrow...
Dream of a world without discrimination and harassment...
Build a different world... a better world...
Was hearing one of my favourite songs from Leona Lewis "Run" and decided to post this foto with it. I took the shot to a wonderful Paradise sim called "Ammos" and is a sim which belongs to my friend Aegeas and to Moonsoul whom they have dream houses there for rent with such an amazing view and a smell of Greece my country which I miss so much :(
a country so small but soooo beautiful with warm heart people.
Heres a link in Facebook for the rentals if anyone is interested to see magic :)
www.facebook.com/AmmosHomes/?fref=nf&pnref=story
and the taxi to there
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Alps/129/150/22
and heres my inspiration
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqpAgMxhx30
Have a wonderful weekend all
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“At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This is How You Lose the Time War
First of all, apologies for not having been around. I’ve been following his example of staring into the distance and striving for a complete state of comatose oblivion. And obviously, this worked rather well for me and him. Even though I recently picked up the camera again, did not really find anything worthwhile to record. My lack of motivation was and is a contributing factor.
Merry Christmas to all of you and having the best of intentions to post some more. Same as last year, I still dislike Christmas songs intensely, so I am using this one as an alternate.
As I age in the world it will rise and spread,
and be for this place horizon
and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased with the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them.
― Wendell Berry
We were out exploring with some friends who came for a visit when late in the day, we were visiting the Pender Harbour area.
"Oh, look at this", came the voice from the back seat of our car. The sun was low on the horizon and it was late afternoon. The voice noticed the cove we had entered, and the way the light was affecting the area. I stopped the car and said, "I am going to take a few pics".
We all got out of the car and mused about enjoying the scene in front of us. "Over here", said the voice. "You can get right down to the water", it continued. Sure enough, in place of mulling about the thorny rose bushes that guarded entrance, there was a way down to the waters edge. After setting up on this colorful place, Kayakers were on their way into my image. So, I waited until they were in the right spot and captured the scene. Thanks voice!
T'was the night before Christmas
he lived all alone
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone
I had come down the chimney with
presents to give
and to see just who in this dweling did
live
I looked all around a strange site to
see
No tinsel, no presents, not even a
tree
No stockings on the mantle just boots filled
with sand
On the wall hung pictures of far
distant lands
Medals and Badges, Awards every
kind
A sobering thought came alive in my
mind
This house was different, it was
dark, it was deary
I had found the home of a
soldier
I could see that most clearly
The soldier lie sleeping, silent, alone
Curled up on the floor in this one
bedroom home
His face was so gentle, the room in
such disorder
Not at all how I pictured a
United States Soldier
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for
a bed
Then I realized the other families
that I saw on this night
Hold their lives to soldiers, who are
willing to fight
In the morning around the
world, the children would play
Grown-ups would celebrate a bright
Christmas Day
But they all enjoy freedom each
month of the year
Because of soldiers like the one lying
here
I couldn't help but wonder, how many
lay alone?
On a cold Christmas Eve in lands far
from home
The very thought brought a tear to my
eye
I dropped to my knees and I
started to cry
The soldier awakened, I heard his
ruff voice
Santa don't cry, this life is my
choice...
...I fight for freedom, I don't ask for
more...
...My life is my God, my country, my
core
The soldier rolled over and drifted to
sleep
But I couldn't control it and I
continued to weep
I kept watch for hours... so silent and
still
as both of us shivered from the cold
nights chill
I didn't want to leave him on that cold
dark night
This guardian of honor, so willing to
fight
then the soldier rolled over with a
voice soft and pure
He whispered Carry on Santa, it's
Christmas Day...
...all secure One look at my watch
and I knew he was right
Merry Christmas my friend, may God
Bless you this night
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Florida’s Eastern Meadowlark (Sturnella magna) is a songbird found throughout rural areas of Florida. Its breeding range covers most of eastern North America and parts of South America. Experts say it is difficult to distinguish between the Eastern and Western species as it can be determined only by voice and location. Seventeen subspecies of the Eastern Meadowlark are documented.
Actually, the meadowlark is not a lark at all. It is a member of the blackbird family (Icteridae) which also includes cowbirds and orioles. Meadowlarks are easily identified by the bright yellow throat and belly. However, the most distinguishing mark in adults is the black “V” on its chest. It can often be seen on a fence post belting out its clear, melodious songs and whistles.
Adult birds weigh just over five ounces, are seven to ten inches tall with a wingspan of 14 to 16 inches. Both sexes are similar in size, although females are normally smaller with a shorter wingspan.
This bird prefers grassy fields, pastures, cultivated fields, golf courses and other open habitats. It is a good friend to the farmer/rancher and a bug-eating machine. Insects comprise more than 75 percent of its diet, with grains and seeds making up the balance. It is especially fond of grasshoppers and crickets, as well as insect larvae and grubs. It feeds on the ground, picking insects from the surface or probing the soil to reveal its prey. Meadowlarks also eat the seeds of many weeds.
I found this one along Joe Overstreet Road with three differnt insects (bugs) in its beak!
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The voices in my head keep telling me I’m not okay
'Cause it’s feeling like a hurricane in my brain
Dark clouds, dark skies, bad weather
Please don’t make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (Die)
And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma-(tized)
They keep tellin' me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin' (Lie)
I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it
Do you hear me in the dark
Whispering your name?
Do you see me in the crowd
Fighting against the waves?
My mouth may be closed in silence
But my mind delivers endless written pages.
Do you hear the words on my heart
Despite the silence from my lips?
Do you recognize yourself
In the sound of my voice?
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Voices in My Head
Song by Falling In Reverse
Lyrics
The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray
'Cause I'm spinning like a carousel, circling the drain
Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don't wanna feel the pain
But that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep on begging me to stay
If I pull the trigger now then the demons go away
And I know my time is coming so there ain't no time to waste
So that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep telling me to choose a side
It's heaven or hell like it's do or die
I'm a sad boy, you know better
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm not okay
It's feeling like a hurricane in my brain
Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)
And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)
They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep giving me the worst advice
Kamikaze crash like a suicide
I'm a lost boy, you know better
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm insane
And maybe I'm a little bit, that won't change
Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather
Please don't make this last forever
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)
And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)
They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed
I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse
We're all gonna die but first things first
I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed
I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse
We're all gonna die but first things first
I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt
Move
(Move)
Voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed
I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse
We're all gonna die, first things first
I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt
The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)
And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)
They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it
The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray
'Cause I'm spinning like a carousel, circling the drain
Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don't wanna feel the pain
I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it
In Montreal they have several jazz bands entertaining the crowds in the afternoon, before the stage acts starts. This year, Montreal based 'The Early Jazz Band' was one group I managed to see and really enjoyed. 'The Early Jazz' takes their repertoire from the New Orleans swing of the 1920s, 1930s-1940s. Pure fun. I seen them first time, but one of Toronto's saxophone/clarinet musician, who comes to Montreal every year same time as me, played with few of them in Toronto. Jean-Sébastien Leblanc - clarinet is their leader and Dominic Desjardins - banjo/vocals is core member of the group. Jonathan Gagné – drum and Mathieu Roberge – double bass performed on this day.
354. Montreal P1150631; Taken 2024-Jul 01. Upload 2024-Aug 06.
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New Holland Honeyeater
Phylidonyris novaehollandiae
With long, slender beaks and a tongue which can protrude well beyond the end of their beaks, New Holland Honeyeaters are able to probe for nectar in the deep flowers of Banksias and Grevilleas.
Calls: The voice comprises a loud 'chik', a fainter 'pseet' and some chattering notes. If danger, such as a bird of prey approaches, a group of honeyeaters will join together and give a loud alarm call.
Minimum Size: 18cm
Maximum Size: 18cm
Average size: 18cm
Average weight: 20g
Breeding season: any time of year; mainly summer and winter
Clutch Size: 2 to 3
Incubation: 18 days
Nestling Period: 16 days
Description: The New Holland Honeyeater is mostly black and white, with a large yellow wing patch and yellow sides on the tail. It has a small white ear patch, a thin white whisker at the base of the bill and a white eye. This honeyeater is an active bird, and rarely sits still long enough to give an extended view. Sexes are similar in looks, but females are slightly smaller in size. Young birds are browner and have a grey eye.
Similar species: One very similar species is the White-cheeked Honeyeater,Phylidonyris nigra. This species has a single large white cheek patch and a dark eye. The two species frequently occur together.
Distribution: The New Holland Honeyeater's range extends throughout southern Australia, from about Brisbane, Queensland, to just north of Perth, Western Australia.
Habitat: The New Holland Honeyeater is common in heath, forests, woodland and gardens, mainly where grevilleas and banksias are found. It is inquisitive and approaches humans. It also mixes with other types of honeyeaters.
Feeding: New Holland Honeyeaters are active feeders. They mostly eat the nectar of flowers, and busily dart from flower to flower in search of this high-energy food. Other food items include fruit, insects and spiders. Birds may feed alone, but normally gather in quite large groups. Most feeding takes place in lower areas of bushes and thickets.
Breeding: The New Holland Honeyeater's cup-shaped nest is made of bark and grasses, bound together with spider web. It is lined with soft material and is placed in a bush or tree, anywhere from ground level up to 6 m. Both sexes feed the chicks. A pair of adults may raise two or three broods in a year.
(Source: www.birdsinbackyards.net/species/Phylidonyris-novaehollan...)
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I sogni sono come le conchiglie che il mare ha depositato sulla riva. Bisogna raccoglierle ed ascoltare la loro voce.
Romano Battaglia
Foto dal mio archivio, Indonesia. Conversione in B N da raw con LR
Buona serata
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Depression and anxiety is something that a lot of you are familiar with, I think? I don’t bring mine up into the light often in SL and my stream is rarely… dark nor gothic. SL and the people i've met in here have always played a huge role in me getting a better handle on this and I’ve always felt if I let it creep up too often, it’d somehow consume this other life as well. So I keep it minimal.
But there are days… those days when you feel like the voices of self doubt and worry just incessantly whirls around in your brain. I’ve been feeling that quite a bit the past couple of weeks, its like a slow steady thing that builds up. Nothing serious, cause at least now I know when it builds and address it — so nothing to worry about!
I just wanted to… put it into an image some way, try to tackle it the best way my soul knows how.