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lets ask... one by one...
in the future, they wanna be...
p.s: i wanna make this series and send it to my new Mayor ;)
let see... what is his reaction for this...
LA Buse à Queue Rousse & ces petits amis.
Je suis moins présent devant l'ordinateur, plus souvent dehors devant la belle nature. 😂
😊
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use th anks.
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I noticed a jackdaw on on the HT wire from this power pole. Later, I also spotted another pair perched right at the top of the pole. They could surely sense the sizzling power running along the wires, but were nonchalant about their precarious position...
Rainow, Cheshire
Derdi aşmış.
Derdi aşkmış.
Derdi âşık olmakmış.
Söyleyemez bildiğini
İnleyen bir kamış adı ney..
Derde düşmüş,
Derin halde.
Hâle girmiş her mahalde.
Ehil imiş her ahvâlde.
İnleyen bir kamış adı ney...
Bitmiş bir çemende,
Kimseler girmez.
Huu diyecek diyemiyor,
Üfleyen olmaz.
Ağlamış;
Göz yaşıyla dolmuş hep içi
Kör kuyunun başında yalnız
inleyen bir kamış adı ney.
F.M
I was at the beach for a good 2 hours.. Didnt see one girl in a Bikini.... We were leaving Driving away.. and these 4 walked by.. I asked.. They said Sure.. and Here ya go. Sure they are prolly under age.. but.. well.. Here ya go!
Many years ago my grandpa asked me if I wanted to go on a photography trip with him, and if I could go someplace where would it be. I listed off a few places, and one of the places I listed was the Big Sandy and Clinchfield. I was always fond of the scenery and countryside that was in the surrounding area of the two subs, and always wanted to go out to take some pictures.
Well, life got busy, and kind of messy, so the trip never happened. Flash-forward to almost 5 years later, Im living in a new state, my grandpa passed away, and my friend said he was going to be in the area, so I took a couple days off of work, to go out and get some pictures with him.
Pool Point was a shot that I’ve seen done hundreds of times, and was hoping to at least get get a single picture there. Luck was on our side, and we were able to get a train over Pool Point.
G766 had traveled all night up the Clinchfield, with daylight just starting before he got to Pool Point. Quite happy with how it turned out. Thanks for reading this essay I’ve just written. Thank you Papa for getting me into the hobby, and encouraging me to follow what I wanted to do, wish you were here to see what I'm doing now. This one is for you Papa.
Excerpt from burlingtonculturalmap.ca:
Poetic Moments
Ibrahim Rashid, 2011
Laser cut steel
Poetic Moments features a series of short poems that allows each bench to be unique yet connected. Part of a series of functional public art seating treatments that were installed at 26 crossings within the Centennial and Hydro Corridor Multi-Use Pathways, this project allows for the integration of functional artwork into neighbourhoods citywide, promotes active living and provides amenities to those using the pathways.
Home from fabulous trip to Costa Rica. Each day was more wonderful than the last. Just when I thought things couldn't get better we saw two of these gorgeous Eyelash Vipers at La Selva Biological Station on our last day's outing. One of my most hoped for sightings they are more "striking" in real life than any picture can portray. I asked our guide at what distance I could take a picture from and he showed me with his hand. Luckily it was close enough to use the macro.
"Eyelash vipers are arguably the world's most beautiful snakes - and one of its most dangerous. Found in Central and South America, these small, slender venomous snakes are far from typical pit-vipers. Distinctive modified scales over their eyes have the appearance of eyelashes, and go a some way to help camouflage these otherwise highly coloured snakes. Unusually, the scales of eyelash vipers are rough, which offers protection from the branches in their forest homes."
“What is the matter, Sky, you look concerned?” Asked Posh Bear
Sky sat down beside his friends clearly concerned about something.
“We may have a honey supply problem, Posh.” He said looking around at his friends.
“Why is that, Sky? I thought you were ordering extra this delivery because of the party for that birthday we are not talking about.” Said Bertie staring at Barnaby.
“Well, the man has changed his supplier; something to do with parachutes I think I heard him say. Anyway, I ordered all those jars of honey like you said, Posh, but they only delivered a few. What is more they sent all these parachutes, which, I hasten to report that I sent back.”
“Parachutes, what are they?” Asked Barnaby looking around.
“Well, if the shop doesn’t have what you ordered, Barnaby, they deliver these parachutes rather than send nothing at all. Sometimes they are fine, but what they sent us were no good at all.” Explained Sky.
“You mean substitutes, Sky, parachutes are large pieces of cloth that enable things to descend to the ground gently from up high.” Said Bertie.
“Right, well these parachutes descended from the air and landed right on our order and they are no good. I asked the driver what was in the jars and he said peanut butter, and as they ran out of that, they made the order up with some stuff called lemon curd. What is even more strange, the driver seemed in a state of shock as he told me what they had sent. Anyone would think that he had never spoken to a bear before.”
“Sounds disgusting, Sky, so pleased you sent it all back. As for the driver being in shock, I guess he was just disappointed he couldn’t deliver all our honey. I’m sure he speaks to bears every day. Well, back to the problem and we will have to persuade the man to go back to the place he was ordering from as they kept lots of honey especially for us.” Said Posh Bear.
“I don’t think he will, Posh, he was fed up with all the parachutes he was getting. We did get some honey but not enough for the birthday party we don’t talk about.” Explained Sky.
“Can’t you just order for us from the old supplier, Sky?” Asked Bertie.
“Difficult, Bertie. You see I wait for the man to do his order then I tack what we want on the end of it. I meet the driver at the front door and take our stuff and then send him along to the back door with the things for the man. When ordering, the man must use this piece of plastic before they will send the goods, it is very complicated with his talking thing sending a message and lots of numbers. Without all that, the store won’t deliver for I have tried before.” Explained Sky.
“I still say the best plan is to persuade the man to go back to where he used to buy the groceries from. That should not be too difficult.” Said Posh Bear.
“How do you think we can do that though, Posh Bear?” Asked Bertie.
“Simple, when Sky adds our items to the order, if Sky was to then add numbers by the things the man had on order so he received far too much, that should put him off this supplier.” Said Posh Bear.
“Do you think it will work, Posh?” Asked Barnaby.
“It always has in the past.” Said Posh Bear. “I just can’t think what gets in to hoomans at times.”
“I agree, Posh, imagine having to eat parachutes like those that were sent to us.” Said Barnaby.
“Yes, Barnaby, just imagine!”
The book that is open is called Bearing Up and is illustrated by Mike Johnson. The page says, “I’m not going to worry unless the animals start lining up two by two for the space shuttle.”
Sometimes people ask me how many MOCs I have together at once.
It used to be just two or three. But since my collection has grown, I can keep more together for longer, so the slacker in me tends to do just that. There are fourteen on the desk right now, but that doesn't include my NCS MOC and several MOCs awaiting disassembly at my in-law's place.
Hangar 21 has worked out really well, as you can see. I've got four fighters crammed in there right now (three are the contest prizes). The other is a redux of the Nemo, which still needs some work.
model is Tasha Doughty
back from January
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Someone asked in a comment on a previous photo in this set, whether all the buildings in my town were white. Well, no -- not all of them. Here's one that isn't. The Hastings House was built in the post Civil War period. A stately example of mid-Victorian architecture. It was built as a single family dwelling but has now fallen from grace and subsided into housing for a dentist and chiropractor's offices. But it has handsome "lines," I think.
I just could not think of another title.
Oh and this.........
“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn”
― Arthur Rimbaud
I LOVE the way these turned out. A woman I work with asked for some cupcakes for christmas...something polka dot and whimsical she said. The day before, when I asked her what flavor she wanted she gave me the ole, "You're too busy! That's okay! Never mind..." But I wasn't going to let her off the hook because I'd already envisioned these and knew they'd turn out so cute.
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At a college for the Deaf, Leger Way, Doncaster, South Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom. Date unknown, circa 1987, give or take a year.
About the photograph.
Those candid photographs were taken with a Minolta X-700 35mm film SLR camera, and either a 135mm lens or 80-200mm zoom lens. The roll of film was Ilford, likely to be either FP4 or HP5, as those are the two black and white film that I ways use.
The photographs were taken from the window of the guest room at the top (third) floor of an accommodation building for deaf students who lives far away and stays at the college.
As deaf people communicate by sign language, which is a visual form of communications, there is no need to be within earshot of each other or to shout over long distance, like hearing people do. Thus a lot of deaf people can simply communicate to each other between outside and inside, across a room, or even across a playing field, as long as there is a line of sight.
This Deaf guy, came over to the building, simply stayed outside and chatted with other deaf students who were at a second floor window.
Here in the photographs, he is seen asking “Why?” in British Sign Language (BSL). I don’t remember if he just asked a single word question, or it was the start of a question like “Why do you…”
In BSL, the sign is done by a tapping the side of index finger to the front of the opposite shoulder, and kind of bounce it off your shoulder (as seen in the second photo).
The facial expression is often used to express the kind of mood. For example: A curiosity “Why do you ask?” or an angry “Why did you do that?”
The photographs were taken about slightly more than a second apart, just the length of time to manually wind on the film, as I did not have the motor drive at that time.
Why did I take those photos?
In 1985, in my last year at a deaf school, I decided that I wanted to attend college to study photography with the aim of becoming a working photographer. But the teacher explained to me that it is not something suited for me, because of my being deaf and having communications difficulties. I told my mother the same thing, but my mother and my family were even less supportive.
Today, it is easy to look back on this and recognise that it is a discrimination, pure and simple.
Despite my efforts to try to apply for a college course in photography, I ended up on a one year further education course at college, suited for school leavers unsure of careers. It was during that time, I redouble my efforts, and tried to get the kind of college course I wanted.
There were different courses available to me, at different colleges, including a deaf college in Doncaster, in South Yorkshire, which is approximately 130 miles away from where I live. Arrangements were made for me to visit the college and have an overnight stay at a guest room, so that the next day, I would have a formal look around and an interview.
I travelled by train to Doncaster, stayed at the guest house, and like any good photographer, I bought along my camera. I decided to do some documentary-like photography while I was visiting the college, and during the early evening, I saw this guy standing there, chatting with the others in the building, so I decided to take a candid shot.
I developed and printed my own photographs, it was only about a couple of years ago, that I decided to scan the prints.
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#3 Real is Emotional
"Why does being real hurt so much?" asked Harper.
"I think humans feel the emotions of nature. It's kind of magical really. The willow weeps, but never sheds a tear, the hyena laughs, but never smiles and the dandelion carries hope yet knows of no tomorrow. Humans carry the weight of nature so nature can be beautiful."
"It is rather tiring Mr. Rabbit," announced Harper.
"That's what power naps are for."
Decided to ask people at my favorite place if they wanted a picture. Of course they said yes. Shout out Mount Baker
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I asked ChatGPT to write a caption for this photo from Sunday afternoon, and this is what it came up with:
"Fly me to the moon! 🚀✈️✨ United Airlines Flight 1844 took to the skies at 34,000 feet and 480 knots, soaring past the 30% illuminated Waxing Moon. A breathtaking moment captured over the Space Coast of Florida. #UnitedAirlines #Boeing737Max9 #Moonshot"
(Picture by me, caption by ChatGPT, flight data by Flightradar24.com)
صور اليووم لآدووم
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آسـألتكم :
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،،صوري ملك للجميع ولكن
بدون آنتزآع الحقوق
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لآ آسـآمح من ينتزع حقوقي
Aşk İki Kişiliktir
Değişir yönü rüzgarın
Solar ansızın yapraklar;
Şaşırır yolunu denizde gemi
Boşuna bir liman arar;
Gülüşü bir yabancının
Çalmıştır senden sevdiğini;
İçinde biriken zehir
Sadece kendini öldürecektir;
Ölümdür yaşanan tek başına,
Aşk, iki kişiliktir.
Bir anı bile kalmamıştır
Geceler boyu sevişmelerden
Binlerce yıl uzaktadır
Binlerce kez dokunduğun ten;
Yazabileceğin şiirler
Çoktan yazılıp bitmiştir;
Ölümdür yaşanan tek başına.
Aşk, iki kişiliktir
Avutmaz olur artık
Seni bildiğin şarkılar;
Boşanır keder zincirlerinden
Sular tersin tersin akar;
Bir hançer gibi çeksen de sevgini
Onu ancak öldürmeye yarar:
Uçarı kuşu sevdanın
Alıp başını gitmiştir;
Ölümdür yaşanan tek başına.
Aşk, iki kişiliktir.
Yitik bir ezgisin sadece
Tüketilmiş ve düşmüş gözden;
Düşlerinde bir çocuk hıçkırır
Gece camlara sürtünürken;
Çünkü hiç bir kelebek
Tek başına yaşamaz sevdasını,
Severken hiç bir böcek
Hiç bir kuş yalnız değildir;
Ölümdür yaşanan tek başına,
Aşk, iki kişiliktir.
Temmuz 1993
Ataol Behramoğlu