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Winds of Change...Featuring Designer Circle with Urban Cherry
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The wind swept landscape of Beluga Point. This is an older picture from a few years ago. I really liked this one because of how the wind has blown the snow away creating leading lines in the direction of the gorgeous sunrise.
Nonethless, as a voiceless wind-up bird unable to wind the world's spring, I decided to go flying through the summer sky - which turned out to be fairly easy. Once you were up, all you had to do was flap your wings at the right angle to adjust direction and altitude. My body mastered the art in a moment and sent me flying effortlessly wherever I wanted to go. I looked at the world from the wind-up bird's vantage point. Whenever i had had enough flying, I would land on a branch and peer through the green leaves at rooftops and roads. I watched people moving over the ground, carrying on the functions of life. Unfortunately, though, I could not see my own body. This was because I had never once seen the wind-up bird and had no idea what it looked like.
For a long time - how long could it have been? - I remained the wind-up bird. But being the wind-up bird never got me anywhere. The flying part was fun, of course, but I couldn't go on having fun for ever. There was something I had to accomplish down here in the darkness at the bottom of the well. I stopped being the wind-up bird and returned to being myself.
(Haruki Murakami - excerpt from The Wind-up Bird Chronicle)
Took a trip to the NW part of Scania visiting Kullen to see the wind and waves pounding the jagged rocks at the coastline. Managed to time it between two pretty strong downfalls of rain. Next step is to to further north to the west coast of Sweden around Smögen. Seems to be a solid forecast for continued strong winds, so let's see what can be done.
The picture shows a single wind turbine standing in the middle of the rain. At around 130 meters tall, it gives a sense of the sheer size and height of the weather front. On the left, the sun is setting, while on the right, the storm is already passing by.
The picture was taken with the DJI Mini 4 Pro.
A kitesurfer glides across lake Mälaren, the haze and the evening sun confer a gold tinge to the light.../Vindridaren, en draksurfare glider över Mälaren, diset och solen ger kvällen en guld nyans.../El jinete del viento, un kitesurfare se desliza sobre el lago Mälaren, la calima y el sol de la tarde le dan un tono dorado a la luz...(DSC_9770-2)
Taken just a few meters further up the path than yesterdays shot and converted to sepia tones in PS.
Another photo taken at Ocean Beach , Kawhia, Waikato, New Zealand
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Windmills at Livermore
Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not and what beyond is in eternity.
©Srinivasa RK Punnamraju 2015 All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without the explicit written permission of the photographer
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Taken from Waterloo Lane, Kingsley, during a daily exercise last year.
A break from trains, and I like the clean lines offered. I also thought the pylons brought a dose of northern realism, so opted not to clone them out.
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4th March 2021
Featuring: .:{Sofia}:, [piXit] , Pure Poison
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Pose: [piXit] Nyx Pose Pack
Body: Reborn
Head: Lelutka
Hair: Wings - EF1112-HAIR
Dress: .:{Sofia}: Reese Star Gown
Nails and rings: Pure Poison SnowQueen Nails and Rings
Doug Harrop Photography • September 22, 1977
A fun mix of locomotives pull Burlington Northern train No. 177 along the Big Horn River at Minnesela, Wyoming.
“Abandonamos a nuestras espaldas las nevadas montañas de Wind Rivers y Uints, siempre rodando por el mismo escenario maravilloso pero, de vez en cuando, por entre largas filas de esqueletos mondos y blancos de mulas y de bueyes —monumentos de las grandes avanzadas de colonos de antaño— y, acá y acullá, de maderos hincados en la tierra y pequeños montículos de piedras que el cochero dijo que indicaban el sitio de descanso de restos más preciosos.
¡Solitaria tierra para una sepultura! Una tierra conquistada al coyote y al cuervo; otro modo de aludir a la soledad total y a la desolación. En las glaciales y tenebrosas noches, los esqueletos desparramados emitían un tenue y asqueroso fuego fatuo, semejante a un lívido tachón de luna que constelase el infinito desierto. Era obra del fósforo de los huesos. Pero ninguna aseveración científica prohibiría el escalofrío del cuerpo cuando nos guiábamos por uno de aquellos fuegos fatuos y sabíamos que era producido por una calavera.”
Mark Twain: Pasando Fatigas.
Por caminos perdidos al suroeste de Wind River Range, cercano al South Pass.
Wyoming, USA.