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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake," said Henry David Thoreau. As a photographer we see beauty all of the time, but in the midst of the technical side of shooting, we're seeing composition, light and color. Often times we don't take enough time to stop in awe of the sheer magnificence of nature. This amazing aspen forest was near Telluride on Last Dollar Road and it was bathed in warm afternoon light. If I could go here in dreams, I would, over and over again.
What's your "in dreams awake?"
These are the moments I am so much in peace with myself!
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The sound of my boat didn’t wake him so I left to follow other photo ops and returned later. This time he sat up had a look, assessed the threat and laid down and when back to sleep, obviously not concerned, nap time is more important.
Here some information about the North American River Otter from NWF
These playful mammals are well adapted for semi-aquatic living. They have thick, protective fur to help them keep warm while swimming in cold waters. They have short legs, webbed feet for faster swimming, and a long, narrow body and flattened head for streamlined movement in the water. A long, strong tail (called a rudder) helps propels them through the water. They can stay underwater for as much as eight minutes. They have long whiskers which they use to detect prey in dark or cloudy water and clawed feet for grasping onto slippery prey. They are very flexible and can make sharp, sudden turns that help them catch fish. Their fur is dark brown over much of the body, and lighter brown on the belly and face. On land they can run at speeds of up to 15 miles per hour—they can slide even faster. Their playful snow and mud sliding, tail chasing, water play and snow burrowing activities also serve other purposes—they help strengthen social bonds and let young otters practice hunting techniques.
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If you'd open your eyes then maybe you'd see what's at stake
You're sleeping
You make a lot of money, and you live in a mansion
And pretty much got everything that you could ever imagine
But you feel like even though you got everything in the world
You got nothing
So what you do then is you start going backwards
You runnin' in a direction
And you lookin' for something that isn't real
And all you know is that you just gotta have it
What you're doin' is sleepin'
And thinking that you're awake and you're not
And the problem is that you don't know what you're after
So you put everything that you have into what you do
Hoping that one day maybe you don't have to feel like you're empty
But as you get older a lot of weight on your shoulders is getting heavy
Then you look back and you start to regret things
You only get one life
And every time you lookin' at yours
You feel like everything you have is a waste
And the problem and the reason you could never fill a hole in your life
Is because you were never awake
Marble wonders where the night sky goes when the sun wakes up each morning. She thought if she waited for the moment when the sun first begins to reach up from its mountain top bed, she would have her answer. Marble never did make it to sunrise, but Phillip did. He won't say what he saw. He is kind of mysterious like that.
En el Explore de Flickr el día 30/04/2015
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the eyes are resting,
and no light touches from the outside.
Left in the own darkness
safe - not born to be here.
rain is my second skin,
washing the world away,
covering me
in a shine of reflections -
which i do not be.
to be - be -
in the inside,
my god
and my holding heart,
knowing.
i did not win what is already lost,
but i swim
in the energy of my soul.
being.
knowing.
alive.
but not alive -
in this wrong neon lights,
fake lights
of illusions.
its all inside.
♥
(my words - i am not gone - i am just not here)
“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”
Henry David Thoreau
Hope you have a great Sunday and that you find time to dream a little! ;-)
A deer or true deer is a hoofed ruminant mammal of the family Cervidae. The two main groups of deer are the Cervinae, including muntjac, elk, red deer, and fallow deer; and the Capreolinae, including reindeer, white-tailed deer, roe deer, and moose. Wikipedia
Speed: Reindeer: 60 – 80 km/h
Term for young: calf, fawn Wikimedia Foundation
Scientific name: Cervidae
Eaten by: Wolf
Domain: Eukaryota
Family: Cervidae; Goldfuss, 1820
I am not lucky enough to see these beautiful creatures in the wild, so generated with Ai, modified and textured with PS and Topaz