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Whenever we are in this part of the world we come to Staithes. Fish and Chips at The Cod and Lobster was excellent
Whenever I'm stopped at a light beside a school bus, I can always get little children to smile by making silly faces. I revert to a 7 year old very quickly.
Whenever we approach the Lotus Pond you can hear all the frogs frantically jumping into the water to escape the giant two-legged intruders.
We have to wait for what seems hours for them to start re-emerging. It was probably more like 30-45 minutes before I spotted this one sitting out in the open. He did not look too happy to see we were still there, but thankfully didn't budge from his spot.
I've learned to be very patient, and move very slowly when it comes to getting pictures of these little rascals. Sometimes my strategy works, and sometimes not so much. Today it worked.
Seen at Dauset Trails Nature Center.
Whenever there is a spectacular sunrise I'm normally without my camera but had to stop today and take this with my iphone.
Very frosty and cold today.
Wansford
England
Whenever I buy new kit (new to me anyway), I head off to the Duck Pond to try it out. Very impressed with the 30-year old Minolta 80-200.
Whenever I stop here (which is quite often) I can't help but think of my dog, Sadie. I was doing fine with the memory of her until I saw 2 Labs playing in the water, their owner understood as I wiped away tears while telling him how beautiful they were. It took him three years to get another. The best part is you can walk all the way across to the other side while your dog swims it's so shallow. The brown is the pine beetle infestation. Another iPhone pano.
The Langdale Pikes are perfectly framed in the gap behind Blea Tarn. Like many places in the Lake District, the road here is one lane squeezed between drystone walls and hedges, making for some tricky reversing whenever you meet an oncoming car.
Whenever wandering about the City of Arts and Science in the magnificent city of Valencia, the Oceanic them is undeniable - but none so much as this angle which clearly shows the enormous fish emerge from its watery home. I simply love this bold architecture.
Whenever you see a Greek and you think he is small,
his greatness will always be greater!!!
You just have to look better....
"Seven worlds will collide
Whenever I am by your side
The dust from a distant sun
Will shower over everyone"
~ Crowded House (Distant Sun)
Whenever I would venture out to photograph the Wisconsin Central, I always tried to be on the lookout for interesting examples of their rolling stock.
The gray AC 60006 puplwood car featured here was in the consist of train GBSO and captured at Algoma Junction near Escanaba, Michigan on June 7th, 2001. – The WC certainly took pride in the appearance of their freight cars, even the pulpwood seems to be loaded just as neat as can be. ~~ A Jeff Hampton Photograph ©
Whenever my garden starts loosing its colouful vitality and energy, and the lawn starts becoming multocolored by fallen leaves and petals, at the beginning of Autumn, I feel really down, because my garden starts its pre-hibernation period…
….But, on the other hand, it is really amazing how certain plants STILL go on blooming, independently of rains and negative météo, generally…
Here they are some, and very photogenic, I must say!!! 😊😊❤️❤️
Whenever I visit Boscastle on the north coast of Cornwall it brings back memories of the three weeks a friend and I spent cycling from London to Lands End and back at the age of 15, staying at various youth hostels. The one at Boscastle (on the far right) was one where we spent the night.
This shot was taken last summer when we visited our holiday home in south-east Cornwall. Boscastle is about four miles north-east of Tintagel and dates back to the 12th century when a Norman motte-and-bailey fortress, Botreaux Castle, was constructed for the de Botreaux family. The village, which sits in a steep valley either side of the River Valency, takes its name from this, though few remains now survive.
Boscastle is the only significant harbour for 20 miles along the coast. As well as being a fishing harbour, in the 19th century Boscastle was once a small port importing limestone and coal and exporting slate and other local produce. Much of the land in and around Boscastle is owned by the National Trust, including both sides of the harbour, where the oldest buildings can be found.
OK whenever you get a new piece of "gear" you have to play with it for a while, so that you get familiar and comfortable with it.
This lens is a simple step from the 14-150mm I was using as a "walk about" lens. However it does seem to produce sharper images. You wont see a lot of sharpness in this image but at ISO 25,600 I find it amazing that you can even get an image.
Now all I need is the opportunity to get out in the street and use it.
Whenever I travel to the Great Smoky Mountains, it allows me to put everything in perspective. I believe it is a spiritual connection. I feel so much better while I am here. Recently, my wife, her sister and my oldest daughter were here. I was unable to go. However, I will be making a trip to this amazing place after the Thanksgiving Holidays. I will renew my inner self once again.
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Whenever I see your face the world disappears,
All in a single glance so revealing.
You smile and I feel as though I've know you for years.
How do I know to trust what I'm feeling?
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Maryooma :** ..
Mashallah please :) ..
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“Whenever you have truth it must be given with love, or the message and the messenger will be rejected” Mahatma Gandhi
© 2012 Mansour Ali Photography™ | No use allowed without my explicit permission.
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect." Mark Twain
Mirrored Cosmos Black and White
I just couldn't decide between B&W or colour so I uploaded both!
“Whenever you should doubt your self-worth,
remember the lotus flower.
Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud,
it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it
to affect its growth or beauty.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Own image #3912 and textures
Challenge 159.0 ~ Famous Painters ~ The Award Tree ~
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Location: Salmson Isle.
Whenever I try a camera out I usually take a self test and this is no exception. I bought this x300s about 4-5 years ago and this was the first roll of film I put through it. It's a great aperture priority camera and so cheap to buy if anyone wants to get into film photography.
Minolta X300s
Minolta MD 50mm f1.4
Kentmere pan 100
Caffenol - 15 minutes
Ilford rapid fixer - 5 minutes
“Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.”
―(Virginia Woolf)―
An abandoned trailer in an empty lot which is a de facto parking lot for a nearby truck stop in southern Oregon. One of these days, I will work up the courage to go knock on the door, and hope that whoever - or whatever - is within, isn't feeling overly irascible.
Whenever I have seen Ruffed Grouses they are usually feeding on aspen buds, a major winter-time food source for them. I am always amazed how skillfully they move on the thin branches that barely support their weight. Ruffed Grouses actually spend most of their time on the ground.
Whenever snow falls in my local area, I head out to the nearest most photogenic location. For me, that is the area of Beeston Lock Cottage, which looked like a Christmas card on 29th December 2020. Luckily, I just managed this single photograph before the furthest lamp went out.
Whenever you see and study art , you can't just look and gaze through a glass window and surmise all its meaning and worth_ sometimes it takes a moment to witness and subscribe to the surrounding's of its own unique universe \\^// breathe deeply, stare and listen to your thoughts . Thanks for your visit !! 🎨🌛
whenever Simba, at night, stretches out in front of my driver's seat at the front of the RV — on which Lexie loves to curl up to sleep — she moans outside the door of my caravan and I let her in to sleep at the front. She won't climb over him.
Morning comes, and if the sun is out, it shines through a small gap I leave in the curtains. We have a great good morning greeting together she loves as much as me.
thank you so much for the comments and faves, and to Flickr for this lovely explore surprise... all of which have helped me forget this excruciating tooth ache which I'm sure feels better as a result. :-)))
Whenever I point my camera at a cow (or a horse, or bird, or sheep, etc)… the stupid animal usually runs away long before I manage to compose any decent shots!
So when I noticed this herd of cows actually walking towards me while I was walking towards this huge lone tree yesterday afternoon… I knew that I simply couldn’t miss this opportunity to capture my first Bovine Sunset!!
A couple of weeks ago I learned that a hazy sky can really spoil a zoomed-in photograph taken during the day… and yesterday I was reminded again how much that same hazy sky can really enhance the colours of a sunset!
Whooee… I’m really, really loving this Sigma 18-200mm lens!!!
Have a great weekend everyone!!!
Nikon D300, Sigma 18-200mm at 44mm, aperture of f10, with a 1/125th second exposure.
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Click here to check out my Vertorama tutorial.
Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize? - Marcus Aurelius
Whenever my wife and I want to go to a place that brings us closer to nature we go to Spirit Island.
To see more scenery and landscape photos of Northern Wisconsin visit our website: www.lifeinthenorthwoods.com/
Whenever I take pictures I always try to remember no matter how much I get into my photography to just relax and have fun!
Whenever you think of New York City I bet you also think "chocolate!"
On the way down from the 86th floor you are forced to go through the ESB's gift shop. You can hear all the tourists giggling or grumbling and saying, "The nerve, like I'm really going to buy something!" (Okay, that's what the American tourists say.) Hehehe, they all buy somehting!
I should have bought those two for $20 mugs with NYC in high relief. Could have served soup in them they were so large.... and colorful!
Whenever I see the Northern Lights, the poem, "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert Service comes to mind.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
This photo was taken north of Fairbanks on a gravel road off the Steese Highway.
Whenever i see a great hdr shot out there that has the potential for OOB, i just can't resist the temptation. Therefore this is a collaboration work of my flickr mate, Rob & I (with permission). I'm sure many will find his original hdr shot much more appealing than my oob version so feel free to show him some love & support for a shot well done! ;)
Whenever there is a strong breeze coming in of the North Sea it is a great time to visit the cliffs at Bempton and watch all the seabirds displaying their skills. They often fly, glide, or just hang in the wind right by the viewpoints, giving some of the best views you could get.
This razorbill decided it was time for a little bit of parasailing in front of the cliff so it would be rude not to take a photograph.
Whenever I am in the north woods in the spring, one of my favorite sounds is the wing drumming of Ruffed grouse. After hearing some drumming while walking a forest trail in the Tetons, I decided to see if I could locate and possible photograph this fascinating mating call. They drum about every 20 mins, so its tedious process of listening, zeroing in...listening again, zeroing in closer, until I located this beautiful male sitting on his drumming perch. Unfortunately, they're so camouflaged he spotted me before I spotted him. I laid down and hoped for the best, but after a few minutes of crossed fingers, he stepped off the log and disappeared into the forest.
Grand Teton National Park.
Whenever theres lots of dust in the earths atmosphere, the moon turns orange.
400mm Canon Lens
(Single Image / No photoshop)
Whenever we allow another person into our hearts, we allow tiny small bits of their soul, to land and linger upon our skin
A beautiful exchange of tiny small soul bits, fitting like fragile magnets eagerly searching and suddenly finding, their perfect place to land and to live.
Once settled the tiny little soul bits grow feet and move in, as we welcome them with beating hearts.
Tiny little soul bits from our loved one take shelter within, filling our cold bodies with love, warmth and safety, safety from all evil of this world
Slowly they become part of us, of our hearts, our souls and our deepest selves. Just like small seeds they live within us, they grow part of us, makes us intertwined with the one we hold so dear.
No matter how near or how far we are, the tiny little soul bits will linger within us, never to disappear, forever to remind us, of the soul who gave us these precious gifts.
Your soul bits will forever be a treasure within me, merged in to my own and where they shall always live.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jpmvzod-CnI
@Enrico Pieranunzi
Norderney
Whenever the south west winds blow the Breakwater at Newhaven is a magnet for sightseers and photographers. Watching the drama unfold as Mother Nature sends waves crashing against the side of this concrete structure really is an energising experience. So to experience this location on a calm morning shortly after sunrise with no one around, I became curious and started to wonder more about what I was pointing my camera at.
In the summer of 1879, the massive job of building this concrete structure began. The cliffs behind the structure were dug out by hand with pick axes and shovels and the rubble was used as infill for the promenade.
The Breakwater was built on a base of 100 ton concrete bags that were dropped into the sea by a special steam vessel called the "Trident". This vessel collected it's loads from the concrete hopper situated on the East Quay, eventually these 100 ton bags reached the surface, mass concrete was then added to the base, enabling the workers to finish the top half and then the arches.
All this work probably took the best part of a decade, an amazing achievement considering there was no heavy machinery to aid construction. The Breakwater lighthouse was then erected in 1891. A few years later a tramway was extended up to the Breakwater lighthouse, this allowed the Fenchurch to travel the entire length, providing a means to service the Breakwater.
I appreciate it’s not the prettiest man made structure, but at certain angles can be considered quite appealing. I wonder how long it will continue to survive against the wrath of Mother Nature…
Thanks very much for viewing, take care and have a great weekend:-)