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* Vista de la playa en Combarro. Municipio de Poyo, en la provincia gallega de Pontevedra (España).

* La sobriedad de la piedra le da un toque místico a esta playa, de recogimiento, y ese juego de la marea que sube y baja,

con las barcas solitarias.

La playa de Combarro posee un encanto único y tiene unas de las mejores vistas de toda la costa ya que la orilla de este pueblo bordea un mar espectacular que parece que no tiene fin.

* Paseando por estas arenas y rocas evoqué el impresionante poema de Benedetti sobre el mar…

El mar

¿Qué es en definitiva el mar?

¿Por qué seduce? ¿Por qué tienta?

Suele invadirnos como un dogma

y nos obliga a ser orilla.

y más allá del horizonte?

(MARIO BENEDETTI. Poemas.)

You are my small green friend

You are always available for admirations or arguments

Shivering in the wind like an old human

Hoping for sunlight to fall across your many bumpy shoulders

As you lift up the weight of worlds.

Some humans think that plants grow stronger and faster

When they are spoken to in a gentle voice

With love and with a touch of acknowledgement

They are the only ones who can keep all your secrets

And still manage to survive

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Double-crested cormorants arguing about roosting rights. I took twenty photos of the squabble. I combined two of them to show the best facial expressions and wing positions.

I’m at that stage of my life where I keep myself out of arguments. Even if you tell me 1+1=5 you’re absolutely correct, enjoy.

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• If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one

drying in the color of the evening sun

tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away

but something in our minds will always stay

perhaps this final act was meant

to clinch a lifetime's argument

that nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could

for all those born beneath an angry star

lest we forget how fragile we are..•

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Trying to follow your argument but it eludes me.

Avocets in Axios Delta National Park, Macedonia, Greece

A pair of young Black Skimmers engage in an argument over who's home it is.

Pas plus d'un centimètre pour ce spécimen qui a quelques jours. Déjà tous les arguments et atouts pour faire vibrer et s'exalter un photographe e nature.

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No more than a centimeter for this specimen that is a few days old. Already all the arguments and assets to vibrate and exalt a photographer e nature.

Philip

Fine words are not truth. Good words do not argue. Arguments are just speech. He who knows does not have much knowledge.

A day at Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park, London. A place for free speach and argumentation.

These two were very passionate about their religious arguments, but it was a much friendlier discussion than what it seems.

Lots of photos of that day at: aleadamphotos.wordpress.com/2016/09/10/a-day-at-speakers-...

A Chance Encounter..

Peaches.. The smell of peaches captured my attention..

It was unusual for such a crisp autumn day

Looking up from my usual coffee and paper morning routine to find its source..

I saw her.. she was young.. yet elegantly dressed with a sophisticated presence..

She was struggling with a huge great Dane.. which gave me a chuckle as he did not want to walk any further and he was clearly winning the argument.

She sat down and ordered ..I glanced back at my paper, but something about her demanded my attention..

A slight breeze blew by as she tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears..

I grabbed my sketch book and tried to capture her in that moment..

I began to wonder.. let my mind drift and a story began to form.. surprising myself as many months had past without any.

Words.. began to flow it was difficult to keep up with..

I look up.. she had gone.. small sense of disappointment flashed across my mind.. but smiling knowing the story had just begun.

Perpetuity Sim

~{Bs}~ Freya Fur

& //R3D// Dress Rachel

Photo taken at Nørdhjem

Since Viking times, the Nordic people have had a long tradition of celebrating winter festivals. One of the festivals that has survived to this day is called "Yule" or "Yuletide, Yulefest". "Christmas; the Christmas season" is a blend of North Germanic tradition and Christian culture.

There is an argument in the literature that is related to another traditional German festival Mōdraniht (Modranect in English). Mōdraniht means "Night of the Mothers". Bede wrote the following in his De temporum ratione:

“Incipiebant autem annum ab octavo Calendarum Januariarum die, ubi nunc natale Domini celebramus. Et ipsam noctem nunc nobis sacrosa-nctam, tunc gentili vocabulo Modranicht, id est, matrum noctem appellabant: ob causam et suspicamur ceremoniarum, quas in ea pervigiles agebant. ”

According to the ancient tradition of the Vikings, on the night of December 24th, people will pay tribute to the eldest mothers in the tribe and the ancestors and mythology goddesses who have passed away. This includes both Frigg and Freya in Norse mythology in some stories the two often refer to the same person), and the three goddesses Matres (or Matronae) influenced by Roman culture. Source

Music Mood

♫ Daridel | Yule ♫

"All the arguments to prove man's superiority can not shatter this hard fact: in suffering, the animals are our equals"........Peter Singer

Avalon Marshes Catcott Nature reserves, Somerset

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A lighthouse is a guidance for real, like in a building

For some reason lighthouses have always fascinated me

A guidance in your life is your intuition

As hard as it can be

As easy as it can be

It's always there

Whispering

We tend to listen more to our ego tho

Our ego always have the arguments, the solutions

Why to do things

How to do things

Definitely how and why not to do things

It's often the easy way-solutions or the more fun stuff to do

Your ego keeps on building up arguments why it's smart to follow the egos way

Be aware when you repeatedly think the same arguments over and over again

It's your ego talking, it never whispers

It's cool to know tho, now you can choose to listen if you want, either it's the ego or the intuition

I love knowing

Knowledge rules

I just have to add this little music for you, I love Pink Floyd, it totally rules :D

I haven't heard this one before.

Talking to a loved one today, while this one was playing in the background, totally made this music a lovely piece of art the rest of my day.

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All My Links

So, lets get political, why not?! America is about to face yet another intelligence test it will undoubtedly fail, every "democratic" country does! Because voters think voting changes things, err no!

Stay with me. Let's pick a date, for argument sakes say, 1776, the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. Around the world how many elections have taken place, as in everywhere, the answer is bloody hundreds, now put that to one side; in the world there is homelessness, abject poverty, hunger, unsustainable economies, poor education, needless war, poor healthcare, corruption and so on and so on and so on. Now, think back to all those elections, isn't it weird how every single election that ever takes place, these political stooges promise to eradicate or drastically improve all those aforementioned global ills I just listed? (and that's not all of them by far) and yet here we are, centuries later.

Government, Voter, Media, say I am Government, I could take the voter, beat the living daylights out of them to an inch of their life, hideaway for 4 years, then invite that same voter out to dinner, voter will accept AND pay for the meal, why? Why four years? Because that is about as long as the memory of a voter ever seems to last, and why would they accept the invite and pay for the meal? Because I got the media to convince them that they had to.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is how voting really works.

And before anyone squeals at me saying soldiers died for your freedom to vote, for a start they didn't, they died for the psychopathic selfishness of banking and corporate advancement (without said soldiers even realising it, advancing the ill gotten gains of the very organisations behind Government), plus, nothing said soldiers even today, fight or die for, had or has ever gone away. If our country's military ever fought for our freedom, Capitol Hill would be a crater!

There are 196 countries currently on Earth, and just 10 are NOT currently involved in militarised conflict in one form or another; Corporate and Banking sponsored Imperialism, Zionism and Wahhabism is behind all of it. So you tell me WW3 hasn't started. Politicians are just glove puppets to give you someone to shout at for things that you voted for.

So go ahead and vote America, the same people you do not want in, will win anyway, every... single... time!

I will have a little break in my holiday photos from Poland, I thought I heard someone yawning back there!

So I rather post a contribution in the ongoing discuss of dog versus cat. When was the last time you saw a cat in such beautiful surroundings smiling this honest and friendly? Never? I thought so.

I have to appologize for the quality of the photo. I still struggle to handle the Canon camera, dumb farmer you know. So I tend to compensate the editing in Picasa 3. Yeah, again dumb farmer attitude.

There are some more photos in the first comment.

Un detalle para mi amigo tonialon

Por estar siempre ahí, por esas largas conversaciones telefónicas, por esos ánimos,

por esa sabiduría y por ser tan buena gente,,,,,,,

,,,,,,No hay forma de encontrar ni una sola certeza absoluta. Ningún argumento irrefutable que nos ayude a dar respuestas a las preguntas de la humanidad, la filosofía por lo tanto ha muerto, porque de lo que no se puede hablar, mucho mejor es callarse.

El hombre, al ser incapaz de adecuar mente y materia, tiende a conferir cierta entidad a las ideas porque no soporta que lo puramente abstracto solo ocurra en nuestro cerebro.

¡¡ Como he oido tantas veces ( La belleza y la armonía de una flor, de un copo de nieve o de una mariposa que agita sus alas y causa un huracán al otro lado del mundo!! ) Llevan hablando décadas de esa mariposa y de esa armonía, pero ¿quién ha sido capaz de predecir un sólo huracán ?, NADIE .

¿Donde está esa belleza y esa armonía en el cáncer por ejemplo,que hace que una célula decida transformarse en una metástasis y destroza el resto de células de un cuerpo sano ? Algien lo sabe ?, NO ,

Preferimos pensar en flores, copos de nieve o en mariposas que en el dolor. Por qué,,,? Porque necesitamos creer que la vida tiene sentido, que todo se rige por la lógica , no por el mero azar.

Si escribimos 2,4,6, nos sentimos bien, porque sabemos que después vendrá el 8, podemos preverlo, no estamos en manos del destino en ese momento.

Por desgracia, y sin embargo, esto no tiene nada que ver con la verdad, no les parece,,,?

Esto es solo miedo.

Triste, pero es lo que hay,,,,,,

El texto es una reflexión

,,,,,,There is no way to find a single absolute certainty. No irrefutable argument that helps us to give answers to the questions of humanity, philosophy is therefore dead, because what cannot be talked about, it is much better to remain silent.

Man, being unable to match mind and matter, tends to confer a certain entity to ideas because he cannot bear that the purely abstract only occurs in our brain.

As I have heard so many times (The beauty and harmony of a flower, a snowflake or a butterfly that flaps its wings and causes a hurricane on the other side of the world!!) They have been talking about that butterfly for decades and about that harmony, but who has been able to predict a single hurricane? NOBODY.

Where is that beauty and that harmony in cancer, for example, that makes a cell decide to become a metastasis and destroys the rest of the cells of a healthy body? Does anyone know?, NO,

We prefer to think of flowers, snowflakes or butterflies than of pain. Why? Because we need to believe that life has meaning, that everything is governed by logic, not by mere chance.

If we write 2,4,6, we feel good, because we know that 8 will come later, we can foresee it, we are not in the hands of fate at that moment.

Unfortunately, however, this has nothing to do with the truth, do you think?

This is just fear.

Sad, but it is what it is,,,,,,

The text is a reflection

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca

[Larger provides further evidence]

Tree Swallows - Hirondelles bicolores

St-Armand, Quebec, Canada

Pair of geese at Island Cove Marina, Harrison, Tn.

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Fortunately, I don't always have to go far to photograph birds. My sister lives just outside Utrecht in a divine location, where it flutters and croaks continuously. Every spring, more and more storks come to nest, and they regularly look down on us with satisfaction from the chimney as we sip a beer on the terrace. We regularly hear tawny owls (unfortunately the long-eared owls have not been sighted for a number of years), and there seem to be badgers that use the facilities of the local swimming pool every night without paying.

There is a very noisy heron colony. At the beginning of spring, the fight for the best nesting places begins, and later in the breeding season the young croak, squeak and burp for attention, because they need as much food as possible, preferably right away.

At the end of the breeding season there has been (I think) a change in the boys and girls behavior. They can now fly and they now stand in places outside the nest, often on branches, or like here on the ground, and it seems that they can no longer stand each other. They stand opposite each other for minutes, screeching and flapping their wings. I wonder if this was the prelude to the family breaking up, and whether they will now gradually go their own way. Who knows, can say so.

Brief disagreement, and seemingly over quickly, between a Black-capped chickadee (in air) and a Dark-eyed junco (perched).

Couldn't pass up a slightly almost-sunny day!

Thanks for your comments,

I've heard a lot of arguments about how movements should be separate because they might have different histories, have different goals, or different means of arising at these goals.

But all of those arguments ignore something extremely crucial that I don't want any one of you to miss: Some people don't have a choice. For some, the very notion of acceptance of their full existence is in jeopardy. How can we ask any human to give up a part of themselves or prioritize? Would we do that? We are the sum of many identities and all should be celebrated.

I also strongly believe that working together will accomplish a lot more. If you support LGBTQ rights, you should also absolutely support Black Lives Matter and vice versa. The oppression of the masses is controlled by a powerful few. It is their agenda to get different races and oppressed groups to fight against each other.

So, if you are saying, for instance: "Well, I support gender equality but I don't support Black Lives Matter" then you're wrong. Those two statements cannot exist in reality without a terrible combustion. We all must fight for this movement and put aside our own personal agendas that are poisoning our spirits.

If you do not stand with the oppressed, you do not stand with humanity.

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La muralla medieval de Vitoria fue un recinto murado que fortificó en la Edad Media el poblado de Vitoria, y su construcción se cree tuvo lugar a finales del Siglo XI o principios del Siglo XII1​, aunque existen argumentos histórico-numismáticos que apuntan que, en realidad, la muralla se erigió en la segunda mitad del Siglo XII.​

Se conserva aproximadamente la mitad del volumen total, y fue recuperada a principios del Siglo XXI en una actuación que recibió una mención especial3​ en la categoría de conservación en los Premios Europa Nostra en España en 2010.

Una de las puertas de la Muralla de Vitoria, que se ubica en la Calle Canton de las Carnicerias, es conocida como el Arco de la Muralla, en la imagen, y está perfectamente equipada con su reja con puntas de lanza.

An elephant roadblock first thing in the morning; gotta love Africa. Below, an extract from my Journal of this day:

This morning I ate breakfast with Mary and Joe, while Owner cooked for us and waited on tables. Mary said she couldn’t understand a word the man says, and besides, what religion was he? As it happens, I knew Owner belongs to the Zion Christian Church, he wears an insignia on his uniform. Mary didn’t believe me, she had never heard of the ZCC and she hadn’t seen any churches. We had the makings of an argument before we’d had our eggs. Joe said nothing.

Right out of the camp we came upon a family of 8 elephants (see the above photo) which should have been a good start to the day. Mary didn’t want to see elephants, she wanted to see lions. In the next couple of hours we saw impala, lechwe, kudu, tsessebe, warthogs, giraffe and birds, but no lions.

Owner read his new guests really well, he drove past the animals and said nothing unless I asked a question or requested we stop for a photo. Mary again said she couldn’t understand anything Owner said and insisted I “translate” for her. She was the quintessential ugly American and I felt embarrassed for her. Joe said nothing.

Around 10:30 we stopped for refreshments, Mary said she felt the morning was wasted, and asked me if it was always like this. I said game drives were 90% searching and 10% excitement, and yes this was a typical game drive. What I didn’t say was that for me it’s 90% excitement and 10% off the Richter Scale.

Owner confided that two lions had recently passed our way and he was tracking them, but not a word to Mary.

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Two little cockles having an argument...

For Macro Mondays theme 'Closed'.

No cockles were harmed in the making of this photograph.

There's no argument that vintage tractors have personality, and as for this one, well, look at that face! This old boy was seriously happy to see me. Seen in Mayo, Ireland.

We were told much about the pacification of the favelas, and how a high police profile had changed life in these communities. With this in mind I shot this street scene, and ventured to the end of what was a dead end street.

At the far end I found three police men (you can see one of them in this shot) skived off and doing nothing. Could this have been a stake out, I wondered, it certainly wasn't an undercover job.

They gave me to understand I was not to take their photos. I did the numbers, decided I wasn't looking for the unwinnable argument and left them to their high profile task of favela pacification.

Bonxie and fulmars in Shetland

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The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.

Henry David Thoreau.

Henry David Thoreau (July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862) was an American essayist, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian. A leading transcendentalist, Thoreau is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay "Civil Disobedience" (originally published as "Resistance to Civil Government"), an argument for disobedience to an unjust state. Source Wikipedia.

Lying, dishonesty and political manipulation are nothing new. In the age of digital mass communication, however, these machinations have become endemic. The war in Ukraine is also a war of mis/information and this war is going on daily across all our media. Some of us may feel helpless when it comes to separating truth from falsehood. But we are not that helpless. Whenever we are confronted with a political message, we can ask one basic question: who is talking and what question is being asked (and, usually) answered? This will help to detect the “agenda” of the message, identify its argument and understand the claim that has been made. If we wish to go deeper into the analysis, we can try to identify also the underlying assumptions of the message, check the evidence that has been quoted and see whether or not the message makes sense. We are not that helpless. We can be skeptical and make distinctions. We can reject what is false and keep what is true.

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It started with a careless squawk, and now they barely talk.

Arara Azul / Blue Macaw, Pantanal, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil

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