View allAll Photos Tagged affection
You can find the Audio here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBohO1zr7jw&list=RDsBohO1zr7j...
With friends, I still feel so insecure
Little darling I believe you could help me a lot
Just take my hand and lead me where you will
No conversation, no waving goodnight
(We'll give you) (lover, ooh-ooh) just make love with affection
Sing me another love song but this time with a little dedication
Sing it, sing it (sing it, sing it)
You know that's what I like (we'll give you) (love, ooh-ooh)
Such a beauty, I still would love to somehow own this kitty, heh. It angers me that its owners don't even have a tag with a phone number or anything on it, in case it were to get lost or worse. Care for your animals. This sweetie deserves better. :/
This is part of my One Camera Per Month project.
A couple kissing in the middle of a very crowded Jazz in the Garden event.
Camera: Yashica Electro 35 G
Film: Kodak BW400CN
Eriaxis rigida est une orchidée terrestre, unique représentante de son genre et endémique, emblématique de Nouvelle-Calédonie.
Elle se rencontre sur l’ensemble du pays, à l'exception des îles Loyauté, où elle affectionne les sols ultramafiques, dans les maquis et forêts humides.
Model: Umberto Giano & Dahni Ella
Place: Poetik velvets
--
Picture was taken for the BOSL magazine june 09 issue Poetik SIM illustration.
“If we treated everyone we meet with the same affection we bestow upon our favorite cat, they, too, would purr.” -Martin Delany
Watching burrowing owls raise their young is a favorite way to spend an early morning or late afternoon. These parents are some of the best that I've ever seen. They are very caring with their young ... sharing their food with them, teaching them to watch out for intruders and threats otherwise, setting the example on how to fly, and being so tolerant of their silly antics that they display to them, as well as their fellow owlets.
It has been nice to spend some time with my family, since it seems like its been some time since we've been able to do so collectively. Hope that everyone has been enjoying their weekend as well. :-)
Thanks for stopping by to view and especially for sharing your thoughts and comments.
© 2014 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
Those needless walks and the exchange of innocent glances are what we’ll yearn for. The trails of memory shall linger on forever evoking smiles out of nowhere.
Why This Photo Is Meaningful to Me: We first came across our rescue pup while on vacation in Mexico. We found her in the road, she was so emaciated that almost every bone in her body was protruding out from under her mange-ridden skin. We named her 'Quintana Roo' after the Mexican State in which she was found, but we call her "Roo". She is almost seven years old now and has come a long way. An angel she is not, she is unlike any dog we have ever owned (actually she owns us), she is demanding, thinks the world revolves around her and gets into some form of trouble almost daily . . but we couldn't love her more. When I think back to that first day that we found her I am amazed at the difference in her emotional and physical state now. Never underestimate the power of a little love, shelter and food. We don't regret rescuing her for one minute, the joy, affection and entertainment, both good and bad, that she has brought to us has been worth the ride, she is priceless.
Taken May 28, 2018.
Left-click to enlarge. Repeat to return.
Nikon D300
105 mm lens
ƒ/3; 1/20; ISO 200
Post-processing: Adobe Lightroom CC and Adobe Photoshop CC
Border added.
File ref: 20180528-DSC_1793.Border
Impressions of the Vierdaagse 2012
Check out the Vierdaagse 2012 set set for more pictures.
You can watch my short video here
"...But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you...
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before...
In my life I love you more"
--"In My Life" by The Beatles, written primarily by John Lennon (credited to Lennon-McCartney)
During the Jazz Age:
One day when she was getting ready to go out, Daisy Buchanan paused. Looking through a drawer, she had come across an old packet of letters from the man who--she realized too late--was the great love of her life.
Daisy often thought about Jay Gatsby going away to fight in The Great War, believing that they would be reunited when he returned. Though he survived the war, in a way, he died to Daisy since she did not wait for him to return--yet, he lived only to be killed as a result of Daisy's and her husband Tom's actions after she accidentally killed Myrtle Wilson with her car and let Gatsby take the blame, which resulted in Gatsby's being shot to death by the dead woman's husband.
War, thought Daisy, was less dangerous to Gatsby than she and Tom proved to be. Thus, Gatsby would always haunt Daisy's memory. In fact, all war observances--whether Decoration Day, Memorial Day, or Armistice Day, bring Gatsby to her mind as one of the countless soldiers whose lives were changed by war...and 'peace.'
As her mind left Gatsby, Daisy's thoughts went to a poem that she had memorized as a child in grammar school:
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields..."
--Excerpt of "In Flanders Fields" by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae; written at the battlefront on May 3, 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
As you may or may not know by now I do have a strong affection for the seaside.
However I couldn't on that glorious day forget the Tsunami disaster.
I couldn't stop imagening how this day had started like any other day with people going after their businesses.
People like us now, who just nipped down to the beach enjoying a fresh breeze ...
... and unfortuntaely it's not over yet:
thousands are shelterless exposed to wind, cold and even snow.
Amazingly all of my Japanese friends are ok and luckily some of them are coming over. I hope I can convince them to stay.
We are fundraising today and I will do the photo coverage.
Still, it doesn't change the helplessness we all feel.
May you be save and well where ever you are.
Have a good weekend... and enjoy the things you take for granted!
Mia xxx
This is my favourite part of Colombo Airport : )
For a small island, Sri Lanka has many nicknames: Serendib, Ceylon, Teardrop of India, Resplendent Isle, Island of Dharma, Pearl of the Orient. This colourful collection reveals its richness and beauty, and the intensity of the affection it evokes in its visitors.
The beach thing may be a cliche, but don't miss them. Then head to the hills to cool off amidst tea plantations and ancient cities. The island teems with bird life, and even the occasional elephant or leopard. To top it all off, the people are friendly, the food is delicious and costs are low.
Quoted from Lonely Planet
Pinnawala is a village in Kegalle District of Sri Lanka and is around 90 km from the capital, Colombo. It is well known for its elephant orphanage.
[edit] Elephant Orphanage
The Pinnawela Elephant Orphanage is situated northwest of the town of Kegalle, halfway between the present commerciel capital Colombo and the ancient royal residence Kandy in the hills of central Sri Lanka. There are about 84 elephants under protection. The orphanage is very popular and visited daily by many Sri Lankan and foreign tourists.
This mother and son have a solemn even sad quality as they sit before a soft painted landscape background. The mother has her arm tucked under her son's arm. They both gaze off to the side as if in contemplation. Perhaps they have lost the father of the family and are photographed together in their grief.