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I had to make a trip to the cottage to reset the modem. The furnace and modem were not communicating. I stopped along the way.
Belfast Murals
International Day of Peace
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Peace Day - Every Day
I read at the bottom green bar ...
Murals have power ... They commemorate, communicate and display aspects of culture and history.The themes often reflect what is important to humanity or to a particular community.
Don't let those teeth fool you -- this pair of lion sisters are sharing a daybreak greeting as the pride awakens to a new day. Lions are the most social of cats and share a lot of affectionate tussles, nuzzles, tumbles, pats and nips to communicate their relationship. September 2022 in the Masai Mara National Reserve, southwestern Kenya. ©2022 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com
Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.
Paul Cezanne
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Nachdem die Juli-Flut meinen PC Arbeitsplatz genommen hat, hab ich jetzt eine improvisierte Nebenstelle aufgebaut, und kann wieder gelegentlich bei flickr ein Bild hochladen und ein paar Sternchen vergeben. Ich hoffe, dass ich auch bald wieder Eure Fotos in gewohnter Art kommentieren kann. Bis dahin bitte ich um Nachsicht und Geduld.
After the July flood took my PC workstation, I have now set up an improvised extension and can occasionally upload a picture to flickr and assign a few favs. I hope that I will soon be able to comment on your photos again in the usual way. Until then, I ask for your forbearance and patience.
Bugs sitting on the camera bag that he has taken a liking to and gazing up at me willing me to understand what he is trying to communicate to me. He is so cute when he does this.
Sometimes I ride my bicycle through the places of strange calmness. It will force you to stop and unmount and observe. The forest communicate on strange levels with the soul. It keeps your counciousness out of the game, leaving only the weird sence of spiritual experience...
Magpie hitches a ride on a long horn up a steep hill. It gets a little confusing however which sites i should actually post this on since technically it also qualifies as a bird picture. I am no less than 400 yards away, the magpie has spotted me and i suspect has somehow communicated to the sheep that someone at the bottom of the hill is aiming something in their general direction.
Ok asked and answered - some of the bird sites rejected this as a submission. i may have to crop the whole image down to the bird and make it exclusively a bird shot.
Nachts mit dem Fahrrad durch Zürich und 'mal eben aus der freien Hand fotografiert, erinnerten mich die Lichtreflexe auf dem Wasser an die Kirchenfenster von Chagall (werde ich noch bringen) im hier auch zu sehenden Fraumünster (ein Bild vom Frauenbad - sprich "Frauenbadi" - mit nächtlicher Männerparty werde ich auch noch bringen) ...
The title is a play on words. As you know in German there are three articles, "das" for neuter, "der" for masculine and "die" for feminine, while you have only one article "the" *.
The river you see here is called "die" Limmat and is therefore feminine and my title describes the black nocturnal river bed of her ...
* The British Isle had several invasions in its history, Vikings, Anglo-Saxons, Normans, Romans, just to name a few, and to make life easier for the integrating invaders the grammar was simplified in the common language confusion, and freed from "gender", which is why today you never know when communicating with English speaking people if they are talking about a female friend or a male friend and so on ...
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Very cold morning in the Peak district and a morning of scrambling up and over the rocks looking for a nice shot. It was surprisingly difficult as there is so much there to shoot and it was my first time there with no preconceived ideas of where nor what to try and make image wise.
What I didn't bank on was just how cold the wind wa going to be up there, fresh is an understatement! It was so cold a certain person stayed int eh car all morning and didn't get out! She had bought walkie-talkies though so it made it like an adventure being able to communicate from a mile away....great fun!
"After you have read Wohlleben's book, a walk in the woods will never be the same again."
www.amazon.ca/Hidden-Life-Trees-Communicate_Discoveries-S...
Music is probably the only real magic I have encountered in my life. There's not some trick involved with it. It's pure and it's real. It moves, it heals, it communicates and does all these incredible things.
~Tom Petty
Upper part of the Ofærufoss waterfall in Eldgjá, Iceland
How do you know that tourists are French? They are the only ones that don't communicate when you meet them in the mountains. Even when they met me on a narrow path and I stopped and stepped aside to let them pass me, they didn't even look at me. A few elderly people did, they even smiled and said "Merci". But most of them seemed to believe that i was a ghost that would turn them into stone if they noticed my existence. May be they were afraid I would start to talk English to them?
Possibly they belonged to a large group of tourists that was instructed by their guides to behave like this, but it was always the same, no matter where on Iceland I met them. Their behavior was so strange that I could not avoid to notice.
According to a Native American legend, Coyote was playing carelessly with his eyes, throwing them up in the air, until Eagle caught them and flew away with them. Coyote replaced his eyes with two ranunculus flowers, complex, multi-petaled blossoms, sometimes known as buttercup flowers. In the Victorian language of flowers, they are a flirtatious choice, used to communicate attraction. One photo a day. (64/366) -- March 4, 2020
Telegraph Tuesday
I think the dry heat of the desert makes the wires do strange things LOL. I made this in the in DDG-text-2-Dream. This came out of my imagination.
I was given a pass to photograph the incoming tide while the rest of the fam went for coffee. This latter piece of information was communicated to me non-verbally when I turned round and saw the fam had left the beach, my cue to get a move on...
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