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Three Zebra Longwing butterflies cling to an orchid root. They usually find these roots a great place to spend the night. They remain here until the morning temperature warms a little and off they go to start their day among the flowers in my garden and elsewhere.
Wake the ones and rise tonight
Fallen souls we shine so bright
Rise now and ever
Leave your memory
Rise now and ever
Leave your memory
No one can touch us
~"Waking the Fallen"-Avenged Sevenfold
This Black Crowned Night Heron has just has just climbed out of his well hidden nest and is waking up and shaking out his plumage. They usually look so prim and proper.
Another ultra high contrast shot of the Eurasian Coot making waves on the dark and moody Valley Lake in Mount Gambier. The lake was like a mirror until the coot arrived to make his mark.
Happy Slider Sunday!
Spring has done it again! The fern is rising! Growing between an old garden shed and an assortment of rubbish bins, the fern is unfurling. This plant is so old in evolutionary terms and its will to live so undefeated, that it is hard not to be moved by it. Shot wide-open and close-up.
'waking trees' has to be viewed On Black and larger. (Also Original panorama available.)
So sorry, but I'm still addicted to the Friday 13th. photos.
I'm bound to get over it soon if you just ignore me.
This overlaps with flickr.com/photos/algo/272246600/
..." In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?"...
A Dream
- Edgar Allan Poe
Upon waking myself, my first view from the hotel window was this lovely scene on the Murray river with an Australian Pelican adding its own wake and ripples to the surface of the river. Taken in Murray Bridge in South Australia.
I love you with open eyes
I need you not to understand
I'm trying it's the only way
I told you I can not be saved
I'm waking up
I can see it all
I'm waking up
Can I breath in the love from you?
'Cause I know that you want me too
Let me breath
Let me breath
You know me
You know what I've done
You told me, sleep beautiful one
When only the moonlight shone
It hold me 'till my heart was numb
I'm waking up
I can feel it all
I'm waking up
I can breath, I can love for you?
But I know that you want me too
I feel it burn
I feel it burn
It's in the air in you to love me like…
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A wonderful duvet of mist gently caresses the South Oxfordshire countryside. Taken from Wittenham Clumps.
How was your start of the day? We hit it off on a really good note! Blue hour and and sunrise was great for almost a sec. and we are grateful for it. Stay tuned for some more images shortly. For now I’m still keeping it simple and minimal. What do you think?
"I wake to sleep and take my waking slow
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear
I learn by going where I have to go "
~ Theodore rothke - the waking~
still in the rain, in my car and at the VA. i had to make up for the last flag shot, which was kind of a joke.
this country is an oligarchy now and kind of insane. we used to be made up of steel. steel from people all around the world, all colors, races and religions. money didnt run the government, freedom did.