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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.
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 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
Didn't take a lot of pictures this past weekend while I was home. Too many other things and not enough time. I did manage a few indoor pictures of my sister's orchid. Her and my brother-in-law are off on their annual cruise, so my mom is house plant and fish sitting. I haven't touched my macro lens in a few months, felt the need, so I borrowed my sister's flower for an impromptu mini photo shoot. Now you get my title, "borrowed beauty..." Pretty dang clever, huh. ;^)
A borrowed sun over Castildetierra, in the badlands of Bardenas Reales. Two moments from the same week, brought into one sky — a totality witnessed alone, and a sentinel of rock and time. Composite.
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!
Thank you all for visits, favs and comments, it's greatly appreciated!
Family of Mr. Frank Cunningham, FSA (Farm Security Administration) borrower in their home which they rent near Franklin, Georgia. Heard County, USA
Jack Delano, photographer, 1941
Original picture:
www.loc.gov/resource/fsa.8c05307/
Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA
© Jack Delano, 1941
© Alain Girard, Restored & Colorized, 2022
Seems like Flickr is working decently today. We survived :)))
Happy weekend dear friends!
Just discovered this lady, enjoy!
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.
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
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.
borrowed micro Nikkor
Nikon D80, Nikkor 105/2.8, ISO 100, f/4, 1/125, 105mm
Thank you all for faves and comments
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.
A trio of vintage EMD products lead the Connell turn through Shano on their way back toward Warden, Washington. With Jaguar Transport's recent acquisition of the CBRW, some, if not all, of the vintage EMD units are going to be phased with newer locomotives. Currently, four ex-BNSF SD40-2s are testing on the WER before going to the CBRW.
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…
Borrowed from my wife for a few lockdown shots.
Strictly photography only. She has a modern violin from which I can extract an almost recognisable note. Baroque instruments are a different kettle of pollack altogether. Think fingernails and blackboards.
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.
The footbridge in Beresford Dale. The side part (out of view) was dilapidated and has recently been removed. The bridge quarter of a mile upstream has recently been replaced with something more modern, so I worry that this old bridge is living on borrowed time.