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Thank you, virtual friends, Flickr staff working from home, and to the unseen tulip fields. Next year, I hope we can visit.
But we're grateful we ordered and planted so many bulbs last fall in two containers, able to see from indoors. (I took this outside in grass pollen.)
Hope you're healthy...and wise about keeping your distance. Please protect your family, your loved ones, your friends, yourself. Practice social distancing. Please don’t be in places with a lot of people. This disease is deadly.
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dedicated in memory of my dear flickr friend gérard (ffgoatee), who sadly is not with us anymore.
he would have celebrated his birthday today.
Dedicated to all those who offer their lives to the service of this country and it's people: family, friends, neighbors and total strangers. It is not an easy life and it is mainly a thankless endeavour. Veteran's Day is a humble way for us to thank you all for what you do...for us.
Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)
😄 Happy Wednesday Macro 😄
Tiny Miniature pocket watch taken and
uploaded for the
Gigaset GS290
ƒ/2.0
3.5 mm
1/14 Sec
ISO 1791
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Three Chives Blossoms, taken May 19, 2023, added an ellipsis-shape, enhanced contrast and saturation and double-framed it, then
uploaded for the group
ƒ/2.8
24.3 mm
1/125 Sec
ISO 100
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Took a photo of the copper surface of my entrance door
(Please see first comment box).
Changed the pattern by transforming it into a Zig Zag shape
then
uploaded the Slider Creation for the group Sliders Sunday
GigaSet GS 290
ƒ/2.0
4.0 mm
1/20 Sec
ISO 965
Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)
😄 Happy Monochrome Thursday 😄
Photo taken and uploaded for the group
Gigaset GS290
ƒ/2.0
3.5 mm
1/892 Sec
ISO 112
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM]
uploaded for the group
Canon EOS 450D - EF 70-300 mm IS USM
ƒ/6.3
300.0 mm
1/320 Sec
ISO 800
Dedicated to all space cadets. May your random earthly encounters be safe and without injuries.
Helpful advice: Please use indicators. We are nosy and want to know where you are going.
Yellow Palo Verde Blossom.
Full frame. Dedicated Vintage macro film lens. No crop. No post processing.
120/385
Dedicated to my friend Johny Day who recently lost his Holly, the most beautiful standard poodle and an angel in his life. Johny know that you and Holly have been a source of inspiration to me and many others. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Dedicated to my mother-in-law, who left us a few days ago. I appreciated her optimism and will to live and it was an honour to have known her. She proved us again and again that it is well worth fighting, even if it seems hopeless.
Unfortunately, she lost the last one after all.
Rest in peace. We will always honor you.
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Handheld over West Wales
Date & Time: May 29, 2023 - 21:39:56 (BST)
Distance to Earth: 398.026 km
Moonphase: Waxing Gibbous
Illumination: 71%
ƒ/4.0
108.0 mm
1/640 Sec
ISO 800
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Uploaded for the group
Canon EOS 450D - EFS 18-55 mm IS
ƒ/4.5
36.0 mm
1/60 Sec
ISO 400
Dedicated to my dear friend, Jay Smith . Thank you so much for the inspiration. May God bless you and keep you always safe and sound .
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Schlumbergera ‘Red Flame’ Christmas Cactus. Dedicated macro lens. No crop. No post processing.
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“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too. So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
Dedicated to my long time friend Sharon on her birthday.
It's your birthday...the day I get to celebrate you. I'm hoping it's your best birthday ever...a day filled with fun, laughter and happy surprises. And I couldn't let this day go by without telling you how much I think of you, appreciate you, and value your friendship. Enjoy your garden and the critters it attracts.
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Texture used: by me/# 6 Painted Spring Sky
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The Parthenon (/ˈpɑːrθəˌnɒn, -nən/; Ancient Greek: Παρθενών; Greek: Παρθενώνας, Parthenónas) is a former temple, on the Athenian Acropolis, Greece, dedicated to the goddess Athena, whom the people of Athens considered their patron. Construction began in 447 BC when the Athenian Empire was at the peak of its power. It was completed in 438 BC although decoration of the building continued until 432 BC. It is the most important surviving building of Classical Greece, generally considered the zenith of the Doric order. Its decorative sculptures are considered some of the high points of Greek art. The Parthenon is regarded as an enduring symbol of Ancient Greece, Athenian democracy and Western civilization,and one of the world's greatest cultural monuments. To the Athenians who built it, the Parthenon and other Periclean monuments of the Acropolis, were seen fundamentally as a celebration of Hellenic victory over the Persian invaders and as a thanksgiving to the gods for that victory.The Greek Ministry of Culture is currently carrying out a program of selective restoration and reconstruction to ensure the stability of the partially ruined structure. Wikipedia
This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.
The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.
According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."
These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."
The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.
I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.
There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.
Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.
The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
😄 Happy Friday Flora 😄
Crocus Portrait taken in a Wild Garden in West Wales (Ceredigion) and
uploaded for the
ƒ/2.8
4.5 mm
1/80 Sec
ISO 100
Petra is a most talented artist deep in her heart and soul . Her inner beauty comes out in all forms of visual art, from painting to photography. Her eternally searching eye captures beauty in all subjects , from landscapes to portraits, from archtecture to flowers. She has a special place in my heart as a friend, because she believed in my images even when I didn't and, encouraged me to go on and improve and, these words coming from a most gifted artist as her gave me a magical strenght. Thank you so much Petra for being who you are
If you wish to give your eyes a New Year gift go to a trip through her marvellous photostream
Dedicated to all but one's founder, miuenski.
All but one is obvious due to the grey Opel standing apart from the crowd. - However, it is also an all but two (the two red cars), an all but three (three are standing in the opposite direction), and an all but four (the four whites).
It is very interesting to see in 2025 how the world has changed during these years.
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Dedicated to the inspirational Tim Noonan on his birthday on 23 June!
You can see his very cool photostream here:
Dedicated to SOTN and The Hypothetical Group's jiM, on his Solstice Birthday !!!
Multiple image in a variety of ways. Two Pano-Sabotaged shots of mannequins in a shop window and an SOOC, B&W shot of rain wet street pavement. Heavy photo manipulation of the mannequins balances out the starkness of the B&W areas but great attention was paid to throwing the settling nature of the symmetry off balance. This keeps the eye moving and the piece dynamic ( I hope ).
No matter how bright the lights are "Downtown" there can often be a feeling in big cities that you're like a ghost or spectre floating through it all, with no one even seeing you. In small towns and villages you are part of a whole. In big cities you are entirely an entity all to yourself. Pros and cons on both sides.
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