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Each and every person throughout the world has to understand that if we unite and live in harmony we all win!! However, if we continue to fight wars and use violence we ALL suffer. We are all human beings made of flesh, blood, with eyes, a nose, mouth, hair, limbs, and similar bodies different only in colour and shape, but our hearts and brains are all the same, and we need to learn to use them to our mutual benefit, by tolerating and understanding one another, sharing together, caring about one another and working together in unity!
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When I was taking this photograph, the song "One" by U2 came to my mind and I thought, how true is the lyrics ... One love, one life ... and how important it is to love those who love you, because .. life is so short ... and there is only one life ...
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🇫🇷 A chaque virage un paysage différent tout aussi enchanteur.... ici, en approche du golfe de Porto
🇬🇧 At every turn, a different landscape, each one equally enchanting.... here, approaching the Gulf of Porto
🇩🇪 Hinter jeder Kurve eine andere Landschaft , die ebenso bezaubernd ist ... hier, im Anflug auf den Golf von Porto
🇪🇸 En cada curva, un paisaje diferente, igual de encantador.
... aquí, al acercarse al golfo de Porto
🇮🇹 Ad ogni curva un paesaggio diverso ma altrettanto incantevole ... qui, in avvicinamento al Golfo di Porto
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Another frame from the snowy walk through New York City, late December 2000. The storm has passed, the snow has been pushed aside, and the city is slowly switching back on. Wet asphalt reflects the cold light, traffic lights resume their rhythm, and pedestrians reappear—cautious but determined.
This is the phase I find most interesting: not the peak of the snowfall, but the moment right after. New York doesn’t celebrate the end of the storm, it simply absorbs it. The streets are darker, the pace is different, but everything keeps moving, quietly and without ceremony.
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Un altro scatto della passeggiata nella New York City imbiancata di fine dicembre 2000. La tempesta è passata, la neve è stata spinta ai lati e la città riprende lentamente a funzionare. L’asfalto bagnato riflette la luce fredda, i semafori tornano a scandire il tempo, i passanti ricompaiono—prudenti ma decisi.
È questa la fase che mi interessa di più: non il culmine della nevicata, ma il momento subito dopo. New York non festeggia la fine della tempesta, la assorbe. Le strade sono più scure, il ritmo diverso, ma tutto continua a muoversi, in silenzio e senza bisogno di annunci.
In my most prior post, you will see an immature male flame-colored tanager. This image shows an immature red crossbill, which is known as the common crossbill in Europe. Both posts show the patchy colouration of birds moulting into adult male breeding plumage. Personally, I find these immatures to be more appealing than the mature birds, in terms of plumage.
Red/common crossbills are quite wide-spread in the northern hemisphere and are resident as far south as Central America.
I've read that there are quite a number of subspecies, based on regional differences, with some differences being due to their primary food source. Their crossed bills can vary in shape depending on the conifer species they frequent. For example, heavier bills are needed for pine seed extraction than for fir or spruce seed extraction.
Ara Pacis, the Roman altar of Augustan peace (the full name is actually Ara Pacis Augustae). Erected by the Roman senate in honour of their emperor Augustus. It dates to 9 B.C.
The current museum, Museo dell'Ara Pacis, dates to 2006, replacing an older museum, built in 1938. According to Wikipedia Roman right-wing politicians are not fond of the building since they think the replacement led to the 'destruction of a piece of Fascist history'. I like the building.
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His wings are a little different, but I like the way they look. I wasn't sure if it was a leaf or something but the more I looked I saw it was a part of him. Here is to the Unique. If someone know what kind of butterfly this is I would love to know about it. If you saw the butterfly I captured yesterday, this is the Dragon Fly he was hanging out with.
I believe this is a Black Saddlebags dragonfly Thanks [https://www.flickr.com/photos/62425933@N04]
Stumbled upon a different processing filter for contrast by accident (Pro Contrast in Nik Collection), which did wonders for the underexposed raw file. Think I'll be using this more often in future. Cloned out a few distracting elements in the original image, as well.
Take me where the headlights go
I’m so fucking lost here
Just wanna be not here
Take me where the stars don’t show
It can get a lot here
Shining all alone
I just wanna be someone different than me sometimes
I just wanna be someone different than me sometimes
Taken at Kenfig Pool Nature Reserve. One from the archives. A bit different sort of take on a bluebell!
We may look a bit different but deep down we are copy and paste versions of each other. We live inside each others heads and even finish each others thoughts regularly. I love you bb.
Au printemps le parc offre une expérience fabuleuse au naturel avec ses plus de 200 espèces différentes de rhododendrons et azalées de toutes les couleurs, ses centaines de milliers de fleurs, son jardin de pivoines arbustives, ses étangs de nénuphars romantiques et sa fougeraie enchantée. Luxuriant et florissant à un endroit, reposant et calme un peu plus loin, le site qui se niche dans les hauts-marais jouit d’une ambiance vraiment unique en son genre.
En automne, la lumière et la couleur des feuilles imprègnent le parc d'une atmosphère romantique
J747 rolls down the Amoco Branch in Channahon with three units, a relativley uncommon amount of power for this train. A GP40-2, a road slug, and the road slug mother GP40-2 made for a nice show on this little train.
For men with striking faces. Higor comes to enchant with his irresistible look.
"Be different, unique, be Eterny"
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A herd of bighorn sheep bachelors were taking a siesta this day a few years ago in Yellowstone NP. We tried to position ourselves from many different angles. I wanted to isolate just one for the shot, yet still keep some landscape in the image to show the habitat and tell a story. There were bighorns concentrated to the left and to the right. I found an angle I thought would work and I almost was able to get that shot ... except for the head and body of another nearby. I guess that through my lens, I thought it was a rock ... or maybe just hoping that it was. Too many bighorn, I guess that's a good problem to have, right?
Bighorn sheep are a favorite of mine. Their eyes are hypnotic and never look away. Their curls are a fantastic look back at the encounters that they've been through. Their sense of community is also impressive... that is, until it's time for the rut.
Hope that everyone has a wonderful Wednesday and thanks for stopping by to view.
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Taken at St Fagans National History Museum in the garden of Rhyd y Car cottages.
The Rhyd-y-Car cottages were originally built around the year 1800 in Merthyr Tydfil. They were built to house workers for Richard Crawshay's iron works. They were re-built at St. Fagans in 1987.
There are 5 cottages. each decorated and furnished in a different period of time.
The different colors of Dahlias each carry their own unique symbolism. Red Dahlias represent strength and passion, while pink Dahlias symbolize tenderness and femininity. White Dahlias represent purity and innocence, and purple Dahlias exude regal dignity and pride.
A slightly different take (and the last of the current dandelion shots) on the photo I posted earlier this week.
Best viewed large.
The NS OCS train continues on a deadhead move to Chicago after being help up in Berea, Ohio for nearly an hour. Even the passenger cars shined from the street lights making for a very classy train. Unknowingly, this would be the last time I would see these engines as they were discontinued and sold off to highest bidder at auction.
For this shot I just wanted to show off the engines without much background scenery. I was able to do just that and I believe it paid off.