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A view across the South Downs National Park at dusk.
This view reminded me of A E Housman's poem
"Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again."
Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little. Marguerite Gardiner
*happy bokeh wednesday*
Yellow-Crowned Night Heron taken at Absecon, NJ on 4/14/2016.
This the first one of these that I had seen this year, but later in the day I saw several yellow-crowned and black-crowned night herons starting to nest at the heronry in Ocean Ciry
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Even juvenile eagles are magnificent in flight. Taken at the Susquehanna River
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Took this photo of my wife Junli when she was seven months pregnant, I think it is one of the best pictures I have taken of her, she looks so content.
Check out the location and better quality version of this photography on my blog at Glowing Content photo blog post
Portrait of a Heron
Great Blue Heron at Blackwater NWR in Maryland on 3/1/2016
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Meet Budaru, one of two Koalas on loan from the San Diego Zoo. These marsupials spend up to 20 hours each day sleeping. Budaru is named after a place in Australia and was born in April 2004. Photographed at the Calgary Zoo
I've published a 114 page book, packed full of Holga goodness. It really is rather nice. If you fancy having a look just follow this link: www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/638004?utm_source=badge&am....
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Just somethin inspired aesthetically & content-wise by the music video for St. Vincent's 'Cheerleader' and Phantogram's jam 'Turning Into Stone', respectively. Pieces of art, those. Geniuses, them.
Basically idk, it scares me a little how desensitized we can become, how easily we can dehumanize other people by going stony inside you know. Like every time I meet people I've only known from online in person I have this stupid shock of realization that they're an actual human being every single time. It's just so strange that until you come face to face with another person it's like they're only half real. Which is I guess exactly why cyber bullying is such an issue--I don't think it's as much a cowardice thing so much as just people not being able to recognize the full humanity of another person because of that divide. Idk though I'm no expert either way bullying is absolute crap.
And also I (& a lot of others I think) have the bad habit of emotionally distancing myself from things & people without even meaning to, just because it's less messy than feeling you know. Honestly I don't think I've cried for a straight three years; college's definitely been easier being removed. But easier's not always better you know, the easy way's never the way to take. Meh. It's a work in progress, I'm a work in progress, you're all works in progress, we'll all never not be works in progress. Anyways, go watch that video & listen to the song & then go outside & sit in the sun or rain or do whatever you want it's your life weirdo don't let me tell you what to do.
Love yall, happy weekend!!
Glorious fortysomething redhead Hanneke is content with life, as she poses on the end of a jetty into the harbour of the Dutch town of Hoorn.
Every year we have a "year of" . . . the bear - the hares - the moose - the caribou - and of course the Lynx. One year we were overrun with snowshoe hares, and of course their predator the lynx. This young lynx was content to lie outside the cabin door, and watch as we went about our cabin chores.
**Safety First . . .
The Deer don't dine
When a Wolf's about,
And the Porcupine
Sticks his quill-points out.
The Minks won't tell
Where they hide or sleep,
And the Lynx looks well
Where he means to leap.
The Mice lie snug
When the Hoot Owls flit,
And the Lightning Bug
Keeps his tail-light lit.
By: Arthur Guiterman