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“Three weeks? Oh no, we don’t do that! Nine or ten days at most is enough for us. We’d never stay that long.”
Quite why this woman felt the need to question the length of our holiday in such admonishing tones was a question that hung tentatively in the air across the desk between us. That she’d obviously been earwigging the conversation between us and the hotel receptionist was another one that nobody seemed to have an answer to. Why do people so often seem to feel the need to impose their own values on you? I mean, we weren’t doing anything wrong that either of us were aware of. Apart from checking in at the same time as a busybody with an agenda that was. It’s not as if we were hatching plans to kidnap puppies, or hotwire the neighbour’s Vauxhall Viva while he’d gone to dominoes night at The Plume, was it? As far as we know, it is entirely legal to choose the length of your own holiday and go for three weeks if you so desire. Or even three months. Or three days if that’s what floats your boat. We smiled, nodded and hoped we wouldn’t bump into her or her husband for the remainder of the nine or ten days at most that they had booked themselves in for.
Apart from that, it was good to be back in this part of the world. Catalunya and the Balearics. Before we retired, we used to take just two weeks - because three was out of the question as far as work was concerned - in Majorca every summer. We often went in spring as well. It was like a second home for us. For many years we hoped it would become a first home in fact, but a lot of barriers seem to have put themselves in the way of that particular ambition. We loved exploring different corners of the island, finding spots that the likes of Mr and Mrs Noseyparker were never likely to discover, swimming and snorkelling in the gentle warm Mediterranean. It was a place where we were completely happy and knew exactly where we were going for those two precious August weeks. The journey home to the dreaded September silly season, otherwise known as the start of the autumn term, was always an especially low moment in the annual cycle of events. And from there things only ever seemed to get worse.
Then 2020 arrived and the world closed down for a couple of years. By the time things started to return to normal, we were no longer straitjacketed by the academic year planners. We could go away whenever we wanted. And “whenever we wanted” wasn’t in the middle of summer when prices were sky high and everyone else was on holiday too. Now we could take our holidays when the rest of the world was working or in school - well except for us and the couple who seemed to think that we should be on our way home by next Friday at the very latest. Head for the sun at bargain prices at the start of October and things are far more peaceful in these southern latitudes than they ever were in August. And now we were finally back in the Balearics. But instead of our old stomping ground, we’d decided to have a look at the quieter and smaller neighbour to the east. Neither of us had ever been to Menorca before, but we’d heard good things.
We could see the similarities almost immediately. The scented green pine forests and the baked red earth were so friendly and familiar. The curious balls of soft vegetation on the beaches that we’ve only ever seen on these islands. Unyielding white limestone walls flanking narrow roads, the edges as sharp as dragons’ teeth. Conversations in the local Catalan dialect rather than Spanish. Road signs leading the way to the “platja,” rather than the “playa.” We could easily be back on the island where we’d spent so many summers, but there were subtle differences too. There was a compactness that we liked, and even though the main road across the island was mostly a single carriageway in either direction, it soon became apparent that it wouldn’t take that long to get to wherever we wanted to go. And then there was that wild section of coastline to the north, mostly visited only by the hikers who were on the Cami de Cavalls, the long distance trail that circumnavigates the island.
The very first outing was a wild one too for that matter, as the tail end of a mainland storm strafed the top half of the island. White tops on the water at Cala Pregonda. It was a good job that I’d brought the camera bag then.
An uncommon inhabitant of northern coniferous forests. Only mature males show the yellow crown... St Louis County, MN
Common Brushtail Possum (Trichosurus vulpecula)
I think this is the same Mama Possum that spent some time in our Pittosporum Tree a few times earlier this year. She stayed in this spot for about 6 hours this morning.
from hospital -
do you still know me?
do you still like
me
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no big glittery icons or invitations , please !
Blue Ringtail Damselfly (Austrolestes annulosus) female
The first Damselfly of the season. She didn't pick the best place to perch for a photo and didn't stay long enough for me to get another image.
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There's No Going Back
Song by Sick Puppies
Lyrics
I had a plan and it made God laugh
It didn't work, should've checked the math
I hit the wall 'cause I live too fast
I didn't know it could hurt that bad
I took the hope but there was none
I should've known that was so dumb
I was a dick when I was seventeen,
I thought the world brought me everything
But who am I knew I'd never be
Is everything that happens in between
There's no going back,
When life's a loaded gun, you pull the trigger, trigger
There's no going back
The past is in the past
Thank God it doesn't last forever
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
Yesterday was another life
Turning left didn't turn out right
Stuck in hell when I was twenty-five
You can't regret what you don't decide
I should have stayed, should have let go
Should've, could've means you'll never know
There's no going back
When life's a loaded gun, you pull the trigger, trigger
There's no going back
The past is in the past
Thank God it doesn't last forever
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
The future I'm living now
Is not what I'd thought it'd be
The person I was before
Is nothing like me
The future I'm living now
Is the way that I want it to be
The minute I walk through the door
I slam it behind me
There's no going back
When life's a loaded gun, you pull the trigger, trigger
There's no going back
The past is in the past
Thank God it doesn't last forever
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
Red-backed shrike (Lanius collurio) female perched on a reed.
Samica gąsiorka (Lanius colurio) siedząca na trzcinie.
Springtime and a return to life in Bowling.
Texture by frostbo - DeviantArt
Pink Floyd - Coming back to Life
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Rapazinho-dos-Velhos (Nystalus maculatus). (Gmelin, 1788).
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Old log cabin
Scotch Creek, B.C.
A couple of days ago, I posted a colour photo of this cabin from a slightly different angle which didn't show the piles of broken boards and timbers. I liked this shot too for how it showed the mountains and the long shadows across the grass. I decided to go with monochrome for this one to emphasize shadows and the sense of decay.
Swine's Back, Peak District, UK
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Some lovely pinks looking across the Cloughs to Swine's Back a couple of weeks ago.
straight from my garden.
The sepals are the 'protection' they keep the tender petals together until they are ready, ready to bursting beauty.
I find the back of flowers often as fascinating as the front. LOL
My favourite... Lol, thank you for your time and comments, M, (*_*)
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WSOR's 351-21 job comes back from Spring Grove, IL on their Fox Lake Subdivision and enters Wisconsin, just south of Hebron, IL. An old Espee SD40 variant in Helm Dark Blue leads a handful of cars heading back for Janesville, WI.
I was literally on the way home from my T4 chase when this train was randomly rolling eastbound over Hwy. 12 in Richmond, IL just a few hours before, and was a nice way to end the day. Quite the chance encounter on a line that sees the bulk of its' activity under the cover of darkness.