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Yesterday, I visited a local park's flower garden in early morning. Much to my horror, most of the flowers were black with frost! Although most of the hydrangeas were browning significantly, I found one with some remaining colour.
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Guide Falls, near Burnie, northern Tasmania.
This was taken as the sun was sinking below the horizon, so I lost light very rapidly.
One of the interesting aspects of grave sites around Thailand is that many include pictures of the deceased, like the ones seen here at Wat Arun. Often names go forgotten and I thought it was a nice addition to a traditional grave that brought a sense of humanity to an otherwise cold faceless stone.
For prints: www.werkaandemuur.nl/nl/shopwerk/De-Zeelandbrug/1091218/1...
The Zeeland Bridge (Dutch: Zeelandbrug) is the longest bridge in the Netherlands. The bridge spans the Eastern Scheldt estuary. It connects the islands of Schouwen-Duiveland and Noord-Beveland in the province of Zeeland.
The Zeeland Bridge was built between 1963 and 1965. It was inaugurated on 15 December 1965 by Queen Juliana of the Netherlands, and was originally called Eastern Scheldt Bridge (Dutch: Oosterscheldebrug) before being renamed the Zealand Bridge on 13 April 1967. At the time of its completion, it was the longest bridge in Europe. It has a total length of 5,022 metres, and consists of 48 spans of 95 metres, 2 spans of 72.5 metres and a movable bridge with a width of 40 metres.
The province of Zeeland borrowed the money for the construction of the bridge. The loan was repaid by levying tolls for the first 24 years.
Everything on earth is borrowed....
There is no "Mine or Yours."....
There is only "Ours."....
Even time is borrowed.
We kill over a plot of land that
belongs only to our Mother Earth.
All you have is what you came with...
and what you will leave with....
Your Spirit.
Native American Proverb
Another view of the chrysanthemum that I "borrowed" from my neighbour's garden. It is still very windy here today, but I persevered until it dropped for a moment. This is not cropped and taken with my 28-70 mm lens and the 12 mm and 20 mm macro extension tubes.
Another one from Lake Wenatchee. I miss this place a lot.
Also this photo is the first one I edited after I discovered artificial grad filters in Lightroom. That would have been nice to know about months ago.
The fortunes of the paper mill town of Canton took a devastating turn with this evening's (3/6/23) announcement that Evergreen Packaging is to close its massive paper mill in town next quarter. The largest source of traffic on the Blue Ridge Southern and a hungry consumer of woodchips from throughout Tennessee and western North Carolina, the shockwaves from this closure bode poorly for the already dwindling rail scene around Asheville and its surroundings. While the show will go on for the BLU and for the town of Canton, things won't be what they once were when the smoke finally ceases from the century-old paper mill. In better times on MLK Day 2020, a T59 crew switches out cars at the east end of the yard adjacent to the Evergreen complex.
I borrowed a friend's Diana F+ camera a while back and finally took it out last weekend during a blizzard. Every time I took the camera out to take a shot a build up of snow started to gather on the lens which led to the severe vignetting seen here.
Holyrood Park, Edinburgh.
Diana F+ / Kodak T-Max 400 / Epson V500
Counting stars and passing cars
On the interstate
The end is near I feel it dear,
But I am not afraid
Step, step right over the line
And onto borrowed time
When it's life, not waiting to die
Waiting to divide to divide
But you say you're getting tired
You're tired and so am I
When you follow from behind
Step, step right over the line
And onto borrowed time
When it's life, not waiting to die
Waiting to divide to divide
A Fine Frenzy - Borrowed Time
I borrowed the 180mm macro and wanted to see what it can do. I grabbed some items in the shop that I thought would look cool with a macro lens capturing the images.
Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car - Iron & Wine
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggvvAliAr64&list=RDggvvAliAr6...
photo taken at Cherishville -Detroit
I borrowed the song title by Melissa Etheridge for this. After a day of rain, I went out late and for lack of anything better to shoot, I captured a window in my house. I guess you could call it a window of time.
Stillness is rarely something we find. More often, it is something we choose.
For a few quiet moments, she stepped outside the current of conversation, schedules, and expectations. Nothing remarkable happened. The world continued exactly as before. Yet these small pauses often become the places where our minds settle and our hearts remember what constant motion causes us to forget.
Perhaps peace is less about escaping life than learning to rest within it.
Two bright #copper toroids borrowed from my husband. He has such fascinating items for my #MacroMondays box of macro thingies.
As shot, no increased vibrancy or saturation.
In case you wondered, these (less than 5.08 centimeters / 2 inches edge to edge) ... are toroidal inductors and transformers that use magnetic cores with a toroidal (ring or donut) shape. They are passive electronic components, consisting of a circular ring or donut/doughnut shaped magnetic core of ferromagnetic material such as laminated iron, iron powder, or ferrite, around which wire is wound. —Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toroidal_inductors_and_transformers
Happy Macro Mondays! See you May 24! Go, Flickr!
(I’m changing download permissions to Creative Commons, Attribution and Non-Commercial ;)
Simha borrowed this toy from one of my grandchildren. The grandchildren are all grown up (the youngest is 16, and the eldest is 22), and the toy was in my desk drawer. The cat found it and pulled it out!
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Bruce borrowed his arm to my mini-me in a previous photo ( OM wanted to have those "horn" fingers) and after getting his arm back he wanted to take a same type of selfie :-D ( I couldn't resist, it's his arm anyway)
(I've had this doll about 2 -3 years but this is my 1st photo of him)
WAH are checking in checked out but non returned books. We are more lenders than borrowers, but I suspect at least one of these is a University library book which will forever be unreturned.
With two maroon SD9043MAC sisters awaiting delivery at Wales, are these nice recently washed blue CEFX MACs on borrowed time?
Approaching sundown at Sabang Beach in Baler, Aurora, Philippines. This beach faces east so we did not expect to get any good sunset shots here. But just as we were strolling along the baywalk before dusk on our second day here, we noticed that the setting sun had started to lend its colors to the opposite horizon. Time to bring out the cameras...
The world asks us to keep moving.
To answer every notification, meet every expectation, and hurry toward whatever comes next.
Yet every now and then, life offers an unplanned interruption.
A breath.
A gust of wind.
A moment with closed eyes while the crowd continues around us.
Nothing about the scene changes, yet everything feels different. We remember that peace is rarely found by escaping the world. More often, it is discovered in learning to stand quietly within it.
Perhaps contentment is not another destination to reach.
Perhaps it is simply recognizing the grace already present in the ordinary.
Lauterbrunnen BE
Switzerland
The crowds will return with the morning.
Until then, the valley belongs to its silent visitor.
Spent some time wandering around NeNe and Marqs' beautiful place today. The kind of spot that makes you slow down for a minute and just enjoy the view. Thanks for letting me borrow a little peace and quiet. xoxo
Borrowed D5600 and 200-500 zoom. Capped ISO at 1600 with f5.6 and let the shutter speed drop as necessary. Single point focus.
For Macro Mondays - Speckled.
Borrowed from a plant in a friends garden. I'm not sure what the plant is and as our friends are away at present I can't ask. The leaf is 54 mm (just over 2 inches long) and was shot against a reflective surface.
Happy Macro Monday.
The evening Trona job climbs upgrade out of the Searles Valley with a loaded soda ash train. At the helm is UP 2159, one of three SD60's recently leased to Trona. While replacing much of the roster, a couple SP SD40T-2's continue to demonstrate their worthiness, though they to are on borrowed time with the anticipated arrival of new Tier 4 power.
Clinchfield’s US&S P-5 installations at S.E. Kermit work out their last days as also soon to be rebuilt CSXT 428 works south toward Kingsport Yard with M693-10. As of the date of this photo, there were new signal bases and conduit at both ends of the siding. “Progress” I guess…
Most of us live as though there will always be more time.
More summers. More conversations. More chances to become the person we hope to be.
Then life quietly reminds us otherwise.
Not in a tragic way, but in a truthful one.
The water keeps moving. The city endures. The years pass. Generations come and go. Yet every human life remains precious precisely because it is temporary.
We spend much of our lives trying to outrun this reality. We pursue achievement, accumulate possessions, and build monuments to ourselves, hoping to leave some lasting mark. But beneath it all lies a quieter longing—not to be remembered forever, but to have our brief existence matter while we are here.
Perhaps that is why moments like this resonate.
A young woman pauses beside an ancient canal. Behind her stand stones that have witnessed centuries of human joy and sorrow. Before her lies a future she cannot yet see. Like all of us, she occupies a narrow space between memory and hope, carrying dreams that time itself cannot promise to preserve.
We are all visitors here.
Not just in Venice, but in the world itself.
And perhaps the wisest response is not to grasp for permanence, but to inhabit our borrowed hours with gratitude before they slip quietly into memory.