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The thread looked neatly wound around these bobbins at first, but the bobbins continually toppled. I finally let threads dangle.
Almost 4cm/1.57 inches tall. These just look large because the Laowa lens lets me move the lens in almost touching the subject and then magnifies by two.
In January 2022 I asked a Flickr support hero to remove me from the Explore algorithm. I feel more relaxed and in the moment.
None of my photos are HDR or blended images, they are taken from just one shot
Sony A900 + Carl Zeiss16-35mm + GND8 Lee filter
Autorretrato con Arnau en las Salinas de Sanlúcar de Barrameda / Selfportrait with Arnau at Sanlúcar de Barramedas´s salt mine (Cádiz - Andalucía)
More selportraits in Cadiz´s landscapes
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SAPA - Pose 118 set
Zibska - Orli Headpiece
A! - Enchanter Wounds
N A N A O - Octopus tongue
ANDORE: - Hu-Gu mesh ears
ROZOREGALIA - Voluma body piercings
ROZOREGALIA - Ruda wings
TaoX - Sleeves never fall tattoo
The Bearded Guy - Logi Future backdrop
We <3 Roleplay
TMD
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."
-Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
🌲Tree resin (along with other gum and latex fluids) plays an extremely important function in trees by rapidly sealing over wounds used as introductory pathways by invading insects and fungal disease agents. Organisms that try to enter a tree via a wound can be flushed out, can become stuck and trapped in the seal and can be overcome by the resin's toxicity. In any event, consistent resin flow is essential to the continued health of most conifers.
Wounded Beauty. A natural bouquet of pink almond blossoms resting gently on a wounded branch, like a good fairy ready to heal her injured mother. So delicate, so airy, a little bunch of pink clouds of roses, in a world of blue and green bubbles, upon a brilliant sunny March day.
- last of my scannography project -
+ ...not much i gain or grim, it's those tiny little sparks; that makes me forget my wounded heart...[Royksopp]+
- texture courtesy of florabella collection -
2 Samuel 22:39 “And I have consumed them, and wounded them, that they could not arise: yea, they are fallen under my feet.”
"You can't do everything, at the same time, always, and forever. But if you look at your life and your career as a long, winding river, you can get to your destination. "
Et maintenant je ne sais pas pourquoi
Elle n'a pas voulu dire au revoir
Mais pourtant, il semble
Que je l'avais vu dans ses yeux
Et ce n'est sans doute pas une bonne idée
Il faudrait pourtant que j'essaye
Avec tout l'amour que j'ai en moi
Je ne peux pas le nier
Je ne peux simplement pas le laisser mourir
Car son coeur est comme le mien
Et elle garde sa douleur en elle
Alors, si vous me demandez pourquoi
Elle n'a pas voulu dire au revoir
Je le sais quelque part en moi
Il y a une lumière particulière
Toujours aussi brillante
Et même dans la nuit la plus sombre
Elle ne peut le nier
Alors si elle est quelque part près de moi
Je prie Dieu qu'elle m'entende
Personne d'autre
Ne pourrait jamais me faire me sentir
Si vivant
J'espérais qu'elle ne me quitterait jamais
Seigneur, vous devez me croire
J'ai cherché dans tout l'univers
Et je me suis trouvé
Dans ses yeux
Peu importe comment j'essaye
Ils disent que tout n'est qu'un mensonge
Alors à quoi cela servirait que je
Confesse un crime passionnel qui ne s'éteindra jamais
Dans mon coeur
Alors si elle est quelque part près de moi
Je prie Dieu qu'elle m'entende
Personne d'autre
Ne pourrait jamais me faire me sentir
Si vivant
J'espérais qu'elle ne me quitterait jamais
Seigneur, vous devez me croire
J'ai cherché dans tout l'univers
Et je me suis trouvé
Dans ses yeux
Alors maintenant, je ne sais pas pourquoi
Elle n'a pas voulu dire au revoir
C'est peut-être simplement que
Je l'avais vu dans ses yeux
Et maintenant, il semble que j'ai
Renoncé à mes fantômes de fierté
Je ne dirai jamais au revoir
IDTTY FACES - ELIMINATED
Le cicatrici fanno male, perché nella vita non si cancella mai niente e tutto lascia tracce indelebili.
(Michela Marzano)
Scars hurt, because in life nothing is ever erased and everything leaves indelible traces.
(Michela Marzano)
We were looking for a Bobcat on the Madison River after lunch. Then she trotted along the opposite bank in heavy snow. A female Coyote (Canis latrans) hunting for rodents and keeping an eye on the water. Not sure what caused the nasty gash on her left front leg - a snare? a fence? No idea, but it had ripped the fur off and exposed her raw muscle. This tough Canid didn't miss a beat though, and we photographed her for almost an hour as she made her way down the river bank, bounding through snow drifts and navigating the narrow stretch of exposed vegetation and rock.
Saw this Mink on 2 different occasions on the frozen shores of Lake Ontario. He has some sort of injury on his tail, might be the cost of escaping from a Snowy Owl in the same area.
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along"
- Rumi
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qGbtW1THC8
MICHAEL BALL & IL DIVO
The overhead storm clouds cast their shadows
washing away the pride in me
pride comes before a fall
I learned that at my father's knee
or was it that I just misremembered
perhaps it was pride comes before a fool
it matters less in this definitive moment
it may always remain a mystery
I listen hard for signs of rain
I imagine the coolness on my skin
I thought I heard a rumble of thunder
is it true that rain will wash away our sins
for surely we have taken a wrong turning
this blessed heat without humidity
the dew drops sparkle in the sunlight
a mirage mirroring my humility
rosé rosée like pink champagne
smooth like cultured pearls it seems
like the many facets of a zillion diamonds
have been erased in many sultry dreams
wish that I could stay in this moment
give up the fight for any more
be contented; savour and relish
these small things that should be adored
but in my reverie I am safe
and the waters I paddle are extremely shallow
but that's not me, I must take the plunge
swim out of my depth; the wickless tallow
melts in the hot relentless sun
emerging now beneath it's shroud
the ether smells so strong of ozone
by the sea as dissolving clouds
dissipate and my anticipation
disappears like urban myths
that once seemed honest, true and permanent
but now appear rarified as Scotch mist
I play the music it fills the air
the ivory keys invisibly stained with blood
the ebony hardened like the wounded stare
of civilisations misunderstood
when will we learn to be as one
is it so hard to find harmony
the rhythm of Mendelssohn's fragmented vision
resounds in my ears and soothing me
I pick up the notes with nimble fingers
disperse them into the universe
hoping that someone, somewhere will hear them
and heal our planet, not make it worse
transferring thoughts like transference of scores
of tiny notes that alone have only partial impact
I begin to play a different theme tune to my life
love changes everything; to me that is a fact.
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A wounded heart is like a wounded lion,
it is stronger than ever.
(Joysha Mohan)
Colorful Nature - Orange or Yellow Thursday
Looking close... on Friday! - A single Leaf
(photo by Freya, edit by me)
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The Bullet holes on the driver's side of the windshield made me wonder what the story was. The car graveyard on the road to Viking, MN. I believe this is a late 50's Studebaker truck.
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“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
― William Blake
A tree wounded by passing creatures weeps sap into its bark
This was my alternative image for the 7/17/17 Macro Monday theme for Texture. For guitar players, they know all too well the texture of playing their fingers on this wound metal.
A scar from a broken leaf of an agave plant on the seafront in Falmouth. It was about 100mm across. The scar not the seafront. He he........
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Rocky Coulee Recreation Area, Columbia River and the Channeled Scablands, Vantage, Washington
A week after my rainforest hike, I experienced the complete opposite, heading east to chase the annual Spring wildflower bloom in the desert areas on the eastern side of the Cascade Crest. I did find an abundance of wildflowers blooming in the dry and arid landscape (and hopefully will have time to upload photos of them soon), but it was the fascinating geology of this area that I found equally compelling to my eyes and camera.
These coulees were formed by massive Ice Age floods, the explanation for which took decades of research and controversy to establish. Hiking through this landscape is literally walking on the scars of those floods and there is something powerful about connecting so closely with millions of years of geologic history. Combined with a stop at a nearby state park to view pieces of petrified wood that are over 10 million years old, it was an emphatic reminder that in the big picture of things, one's personal human history is pretty small and insignificant :-)
For those who may have further interest and some time to read, here is additional info about the history and geology of the area:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Channeled_Scablands
arstechnica.com/science/2014/10/the-scablands-a-scarred-l...
Ein riesiger Kalksteinbruch in der Nähe von Retzstadt, welcher der Gewinnung von Schotter dient. Die Aufnahme entstand direkt an der Kante des Steinbruchs.
A huge limestone quarry near Retzstadt (Germany), which is used for gravel production. The picture was taken directly at the edge of the quarry.
There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self-control, I fear is never-ending
Controlling, I can’t seem
To find myself again, my walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence
I’m convinced there’s just too much pressure to take)
I’ve felt this way before, so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will, I stand beside my own reflection
It’s haunting how I can’t seem
To find myself again, my walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence
I’m convinced there’s just too much pressure to take)
I’ve felt this way before, so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real