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You can always count on crows (pun intended, sorry Mr Jones) to lead you to raptors.
We were out with a friend today and heard a group of crows yelling and screaming at something.... As we got closer I could see the shape and thought it was a juvenile eagle, then Michelle lifted her binos and said Great Horned Owl!!!!
Wow this Owl was getting harassed by at least a couple dozen crows rudely telling it to move on, it did eventually and they were in hot pursuit. Nice to see the sun again and count on some crows......
This 2 story behemoth is the tallest building in
Molena, Georgia unless you count the churches with their steeples. It is home to the local Bed and Breakfast and has a wonderful view of the city water tower. If you book your room for a weekend night, you’ll receive complimentary entertainment in the form of “live sangin’” from the nightclub next door. This makes your stay unique unless you actually want to sleep or something.
Downtown Molena, Georgia USA
infrared, 590nm
Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences ...... all events are blessings given to us to learn from.
~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.
"We're living in the gold
Driving in your car
And the cases that went cold
I want to be wherever you are
And we're sitting in that room
And you spoke in Japanese
Singing words, "I'll come home soon"
Want to please you
You want to please me"
(Counting the front toes only) Selasphorus species, either an Allen's Hummingbird or a Rufous Hummingbird
BackBone - Lorekeeper's Lair - Library
BackBone - Lorekeeper's Lair - Sofa - Poly
BackBone FunnyBone #28 - Skyfire Syren (boxed)
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Ariskea[EnchantedRealms] Forest Bed [Adult]
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Aika - Sovereign's Mirror - Poly
aika - Curiosities - August 25 - The Grimoire ETERNAL
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JIAN Sheep Collection @main
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A volte, di notte, dormivo con gli occhi aperti sotto un cielo gocciolante di stelle. Vivevo, allora.
Albert Camus
Isola di Pantelleria, una estate fa...
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Early night view over the Carpathian hills and the grazing on it sheep. Turda area, Transilvania, Romania.
Taken in Ottavia and Joe's secret garden tucked away in their backyard. The plants are growing at will and are wonderful!
Thanks for visiting. Stay healthy, connected and hopeful. #BeKind
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This photograph was taken on Amherst Island Ontario. Exploring the whole island is like taking a step back in time. So many old farms, barns and artefacts displayed on every turn. The light is magical..and this photo, I think captures some of the feelings that I experienced. Enjoy and thanks for favs and comments!
In the top of the list of great cities around the world, with a history that goes back to 1270, now a day's there are more then 700.000 people living in this world harbour city, this shows the sizes of the harbour counts more then the number of inhabitants, to me it will always be the greatest city.
Harmonia axyridis con 18 punti, a passeggio su Codiaeum variegatum
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'Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars'
One Rebublic
I count four nests in the same oak tree located right next to the lake. In between gathering food for the babies they are constantly running off every other bird species that come close to the nests. There is an exception! The Red-winged blackbird and the Eastern Kingbird mingle in each others nest sites freely. This bird is directly over the blackbirds nest.
Minnesota Commercial's Hiawatha Job breaks up a huge convention of Canadian geese next to the ADM mill in South Minneapolis. The geese have the crew members outnumbered well over 30:1.
Le Palais des Comtes de Barcelos (Paço dos Condes de Barcelos) est l'une des images les plus caractéristiques de Barcelos (il a été déclaré monument National). Il est situé sur un promontoire, proche de la cathédrale et du Picota. C'est un palais fortifié médiéval dans le style gothique qui a été construit au XVe siècle par Don Alfonso (fils bâtard du roi Joao I, premier duc de Bragance et huitième comte de Barcelos). Mais dans le XVIII siècle, il est abandonné.
Néanmoins, une partie de ses murs extérieurs se maintient encore debout , et également une pittoresque grande cheminée (il y avait 4), qui symbolise la maison la plus riche de la ville à l'époque. L'enceinte possède le Musée Archéologique de Barcelos.
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The Palace of the Counts of Barcelos (Paço dos Condes de Barcelos) is one of the most characteristic images of Barcelos (it has been declared a National Monument). It is located on a promontory, near the cathedral and Picota. It is a medieval fortified palace in the Gothic style which was built in the 15th century by Don Alfonso (bastard son of King Joao I, first Duke of Braganza and eighth Count of Barcelos). But in the XVIII century it was abandoned.
Nevertheless, part of its outer walls still stands, and also a picturesque large chimney (there were 4), which symbolizes the richest house in the city at the time. The enclosure has the Archaeological Museum of Barcelos.
Mitt bidrag till veckans Fotosöndag med tema/My contirbution to this week on Photosunday on the theme/Trappa /Staircase
Making money, spending money, saving money. For better or worse "it's all about money" and dealing with it is a daily routine.
Macro Mondays - My Daily Routine - 11/7/16
Our Daily Challenge - Macro or Extreme Closeup - 11/5/16
I have so much to be grateful for this year in SL. I have met some wonderful friends here, who have touched my life and my heart. I have Brave, my true love, in RL and SL, who shares this experience with me and watches over me. And I have a wonderful Island to live on where my closest live and are there for me each step of the way. I have had experiences I will never forget. Here is to next year and all that is in store.
Purple finches aren't the only finches hanging out at Lake Meyer Park right now. I counted over 30 American goldfinches here this morning. This handsome goldfinch is a male but you probably wouldn't guess that when he's wearing this dull winter plumage.
- A Family of Wild Horses are about to go back to graze after enough gulps of cold river water...they always make sure none get left behind, The Blessings River, AZ. -
I do not know how long I’ve been here.
The sea no longer counts the days. It only breathes—slow, tidal, indifferent. The ground leaves no trace of me, as if I walk in a dream. And the sky forgets my name. But I do not mind. I have become a hush in the wind, a trace in the stillness, a whisper in the dusk.
This island, unnamed and unclaimed, is not cruel. It is quiet. It does not ask me to be anything but still. The world I left behind—its clocks, its voices, its hunger for meaning—feels like a fever dream. Here, I am not lost. I am unburdened.
Twilight is my truest friend. She arrives each evening like a gentle priestess, cloaked in lavender and ash. She does not speak, but she listens. Her silence is not empty—it is full of mercy. I sit with her on the edge of the tide, watching the horizon bleed into indigo. The stars wait patiently above, like old friends who know my heart.
There are no rescue boats. No flares. No maps. Only the hush of waves and the slow burning of firewood. I have stopped hoping to be found. Instead, I have found something else—something deeper than escape.
I have found the sacred ache of solitude. The kind that does not wound, but deepens.
I speak now only to the wind, and she answers in sighs. I write poems in the sand, knowing they will be erased. I sing to the twilight, and she hums back in color.
And if this is to be my forever—this island, this silence, this twilight— I accept it not as exile, but as a kind of quiet devotion. A life gently held in the arms of dusk.
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