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They say that a Bird in the Hand is worth Two in the Bush........
it's better to be content with what you have than to risk losing everything by seeking to get more......
Happy Monday everyone! I am featuring today a beautiful new skin applier by Amara Beauty and a lovely make up set by E.Vary that goes together like a glove, in my opinion. Credits here: BeUnique
When words become unclear, I focus on photography. When the images become inadequate, I content myself with silence. (Ansel Adams)
Albufeira do Alqueva - Monsaraz
Inserted in the Nautical Centre of Monsaraz and in the heart of the Alqueva estuary, the Monsaraz river beach has an excellent infrastructure, providing visitors with all the support they might need. With lawn and sand areas, a picnic area and a children's playground, this beach has a floating swimming pool with a children's and adults' swimming area and is ideal for enjoying various water sports.
In 2017, the Monsaraz river beach was declared the most accessible beach, which demonstrates that this is truly a beach for everyone, providing conditions that allow people with reduced mobility to also enjoy the facilities in their entirety.
Source: www.visitportugal.com/en/content/praia-fluvial-de-monsaraz
Reguengos de Monsaraz, Portugal
September 2021
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Ambers Soulmates. Closer than close you find here
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I, mountain view, looked over the horizon to the place when the setting sun vanished. The setting sun was not on the horizon but rather below the horizon. Although the scene appeared somehow super natural, nothing more usual was occurring than a setting sun and cloudless. As I was content to gazing, the light glowed last slight of burgundy before turning silver into the moonlight.
First time seeing one on the ground eating pieces of peanuts from the feeder above him. This creeper seems content in spending the winter here. Backyard Birding Isle Lake
La verdad es que llevo un tiempo que no estoy muy puesto en las redes, voy subiendo algunas fotos pero no al ritmo que me gustaría, he pasado seis o siete meses jodidillos pero bueno, otra vez al pie del cañón y ya tapare alguna boca, este tema me fascina porque vas viendo el progreso realizado asta llegar asta estas fechas, en esta ocasión os dejo con una curruca cabecinegra, estaba tan contento con la foto cuando la realice asta que llegue a casa y vi que le había cortado la uña jajaja entonces era cuanto mas apretado mejor jajaja
Eagle Fishing.
Eagle with talons ready to grab a fish from the Susquehanna River
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American bullfrog taken at Wildwood Lake, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
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After deleting all non-safe content... Exhausted but grateful to keep the rest of my art.
Don't disturb pose - Coming soon at posevent.
Hi everyone,
There are few birds more beautiful than lilac breasted rollers.
I was very fortunate to spend about an hour photographing them one morning on the Chobe river in Botswana.
Definitely a highlight of my time in the region.
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Crocodile: Chobe River, Botswana
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Date Night at Dark Dreams with the one I love ♥
Listening to great tunes from DJ Deej .😊
Taken at ~Dark Dreams~
Red Fox Kits
Full pun intended with the photo title by the way!
Ontario, Canada
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I speak of utmost night
I of utmost darkness
I speak of utmost night
If you happen to come to my home, for me, o Kind, bring a light
And an opening
Through which I look at the swarm on Content Street
Poetry of Forough Farrokhzad, Translated from Persian
Lee had set the agenda for the Wirral very clearly. We were doing both lighthouses, we were heading across the river to do the statues on Crosby Beach, and we were doing the marine lake. That was it. No more, and certainly no less. He was content to leave the fine details to me, i.e. book the accommodation, do the driving, explore additional options, work out where we were parking, write the theme tune, sing the theme etc., but he was insistent on one thing. Well four things. Luckily, Dave and I were in agreement. The second part of our adventures in these northern reaches would be a very different beast from the first in the Peak District, with a far more metropolitan feel to them, but I reflected that after five days inland, I’d need to be by the sea again, and all four of our subjects offered that.
One thing that seemed very clear to me, especially here at the Marine Lake, was that quite often we’d be pulling out the big stoppers to flatten everything out entirely. On Wednesday we arrived at the same time as a mini maelstrom that settled over Liverpool, sending temperatures and spirits plummeting as we struggled on Crosby Beach against the elements. By the time I returned to the car my waterproof trousers had been breached by the storm and were no longer of any use. As an unrelenting band of rain filled the sky and lashed against the windows of our rented house, we abandoned our sunset hour plans for New Brighton and the lighthouse at Perch Rock. On Thursday we experienced the coldest late May day I can ever remember on the beach at Talacre, before heading back to the Wirral, where Lee very generously rewarded us with a gargantuan lunch and a pint of Timmy Taylor’s, before we headed down to West Kirby. Hopefully we could nail all three locations today, with Perch Rock still to come. But by now we were tired after almost a week of non-stop back and forth, and the cold winds blew hard at our backs as we pointed our cameras due south along the marine lake. We came away in need of hot coffee and headed straight for the cafe at Morrisons, only to find they’d just closed. Dragging our camera bags sullenly behind us, we returned to base to try and fortify ourselves for the evening ahead. We did make it to Perch Rock, where we’d arranged to meet with one of you. That was in the last story I shared here.
On Friday morning it was time to hose down the decks of our lodgings and set course for home, somewhere a long way south of here. But before we pointed the car towards Cornwall, there was just enough time to return to the last two locations for a final burst of shutters and glory. By now the rain had headed off to wait for us at home in Cornwall, while the strong winds of the last two days had blown themselves out, to be replaced by a gentle breeze that wouldn’t trouble the super dooper sixteen stop filter. At West Kirby, there was a calm air as the locals made their constitutionals around the perimeter of the marine lake, some of them pausing to watch us a while and exchange a few words as we stood behind our tripods. It seems strange to think that just a few miles away across the Mersey estuary lay the shouting chaos of the Independent Republic of Liverpool, one of the nation’s major cities, home to almost a million souls. Hard to imagine when you live blissfully in a village that’s got a crossroads, a filling station, a pasty emporium and a small woodland full of hidden mineshafts.
The marine lake looked particularly fetching from the south side, and this time there were no windsurfers or kite surfers to blur their brightly coloured sails against our backgrounds. No distractions on the water at all as we took our shots. Not that we needed to take very many at all. I took just four compositions in fact, all of them between five and eight minutes. It wasn’t long before we all agreed we were happy, and so we headed to the car and the final port of call at Perch Rock.
It was very tempting to present this one in black and white, but I preferred just a hint of the muddied notes in the waterfront apartments that sit in the memory from this desaturated morning at the marine lake. Sometimes you need a little bit of colour on a grey day don’t you?