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Here my picture of one of my favorite lakes deep into the wild nature of Switzerland's mountains which I visited 3 months ago.
African Wild Dog in the Kruger Nationalpark, South Africa
The world is like a book and those, who do not travel, only read the first page.
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Wild Galanthus, found at the northern end of the English Garden in Munich.
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Sun suffocate the atmosphere
But I'm safe with you far away from you
Another fire through another open door
It's what I'm living for
Breath of mine be all that you need
It's not much from a broken nothing
Wear another truth on your turned-up sleeve
This is everything I dream
Uh uh yeah he-hell no
I am wild eyed and waiting
Uh uh yeah he-hell
I am wild eyed and wandering
Fortunately I have enough of you
You say it's not where we are
It's not what we choose
Looking out from all that you have built
With red skies I will drift
Uh uh yeah hell no
I am wild eyed and waiting
Uh uh yeah hell no
I am wild eyed and wandering
Uh uh what are your dreams?
Uh uh what are your dreams?
I've known this lady for three years now. Raccoons can live up to 20 years in captivity but in the wild it's usually 1.5 to 3.5 years. I am hoping to get a bit more time with her. She has already lost two of her four babies this summer. It's a tough life being wild.
Fairhaven - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Fairhaven%20Redux/132/208/28
Wild Blue - John Mayer - www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUwynJ-WHGo
"It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!"
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
This photo was an accidental shot. But like many mistake photos (in this case, the overexposed settings) I rather liked the effect and learned something. I found the overblown-out daisy petals, with only the yellow centers visible, interesting - as if they were being transported to another dimension.
Taken June 28, 2021
Wild roses on a bed of leaves in the month of May
I think I wrote my own pain, oh, don't you?
Down by the creek, I couldn't sleep, so, I followed a feeling
Sounds like the vines, they are breathing
(Oh, listen, it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds like, oh)
And I've seen the way the seasons change when I just give it time
But I feel it out of my mind, all the time
In the night, I am wild-eyed
And you got me now
Oh, roses, they don't mean a thing
You don't understand
But why don't we full on pretend?
Oh, won't you?
Before I closed my eyes, I saw a moth in the sky
And I wish I could fly that high
Oh, don't you?
A serpent on a bed of leaves in the month of May
What do you want me to say?