Respect is earned,

Honesty is appreciated,

Trust is gained,

Loyalty is returned.

Auliq Ice

Honesty is the first chapter of the book wisdom.

Thomas Jefferson

Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.

John F. Kennedy

We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.

Jimmy Carter

We all do better when we work together. Our differences do matter, but our common humanity matters more,

Bill Clinton

Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.

Barack Obama

Optimism is the one quality more associated with success and happiness than any other.

Brian Tracey

To deny people their human rights is to challenge their very humanity.

Nelson Mandela

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Earning some money with selling bread on the streets of old Kraków

You're my favorite kind of night

TheWeeknd - Earned It

Credits

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REIGN.-Kylie Laced Boots-

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[MANDALA] STEKING_EARS

Bauhaus Movement - Mavi Necklace

:moonamore+cureless:/ Le Reservoir Balloon

Meva Long Glove white

Kibitz - Rosie rings

-HAIR-

[monso] My Hair - Sungso

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Le Poppycock *Neon Lights*

“like SHΛDΣS ΘF SUMMΣ☈ {Mint-chocolate-chip-Edition}” // “Smell the sea & feel the sky. Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace & gratitude.”:

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The best day of the year in Perthshire.

What can I say...sometimes the camera has a mind of it's own! Classy cars, and classy attendees!

A nice view from the Autumn this year.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=waU75jdUnYw

On a beautiful September 20, 1991, a LTV Mining (former Erie Mining) taconite train slowly unloads over the dock at Taconite Harbor, Minnesota. The train is pulled by EMD F9A No. 4213, GP38 No. 4215, F9B No. 4225 and F9A No. 4210. Two lake boats are docked below. Up front is the Adam E. Cornelius, a 680-foot vessel sailing for American Steamship Co., and behind is the Charles M. Beeghly, a 806-foot boat from the Interlake Steamship Company fleet. Over the years, the Adam E. Cornelius has earned a reputation of being a “hard luck” boat—it has been grounded several times, lost power in open water, struck an Interstate Highway bridge, suffered major ice damage—yet still remains active today! I sure wish the railroad was…

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This is when we paddled ("we" meaning our guide ;) through Dot Cave. Dot Cave is the longest cave in the Trang An Grotto area, and also one of the longest in the Ninh Bình province, stretching approximately 1km.

It was a fun paddle. Somewhere between the second stalactite to the forehead and the fiftieth mysterious splash, we agreed that Dot Cave certainly earned it's reputation as a must see!

Thanks kindly for any likes/comments, they are always appreciated.

Waterscape 35/100 in 2025

Two more from my recent owl photo day at the British Wildlife Centre in Surrey.

We were very lucky with the weather that day, and although there was little autumn colour we did find some patches of bracken that gave us some golden colour. If you want to get up close to photograph these awesome owls I would thoroughly recommend a photo day at the BWC.

Tune

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Wearing:

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Sofa and Table:

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picture in collaboration with Melinda Bayn

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Man and his best friend in Shoreditch/Brick Lane- East end, London

From the cycle path near Lochearnhead this afternoon.

Its a lovely cycle along the south road and much safer than the north.

What does it take?

Wrote the film, worn the t-shirt and hopefully seen and done it all.

Now. It's my real time to live peacefully and harmony.

Time for freedom.

This metal thimble dates from the 1920s. I was drawn to it because it seemed like a sturdy, no nonsense, work tool. I have a feeling it's earned its retirement. :)

For this week's Macro Mondays group theme, Texture. I've always been fascinated by the texture of silk ribbon too, when seen through a macro lens.

43055 and 43046 on 1Z45 Crewe - St Pancras, the first revenue earning trip for the new Pullman, and probably the most photographed (non-steam) train of the year. Luckily catching low light near Grendon, the shadow of the train goes half way across the field. Atherston in the distance, one of the spoil heaps from Nuneaton's quarries on the right hand side of the horizon .

The Weeknd - "Earned It"

You make it look like it's magic

'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

I'm never confused

Hey, hey

I'm so used to being used

So I love when you call unexpected

'Cause I hate when the moment's expected

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah

'Cause girl you're perfect

You're always worth it

And you deserve it

The way you work it

'Cause girl you earned it, yeah

Girl you earned it, yeah

You know our love would be tragic (oh yeah)

So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind

We live with no lies

Hey, hey

And you're my favourite kind of night

So I love when you call unexpected

'Cause I hate when the moment's expected

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah

'Cause girl you're perfect (girl you're perfect)

You're always worth it (you're always worth it)

And you deserve it (and you deserve it)

The way you work it (the way you work it)

'Cause girl you earned it (earned it, yeah)

Girl you earned it (earned it, yeah)

On that lonely night (lonely night)

You said it wouldn't be love

But we felt the rush (felt the love)

It made us believe it there was only us (only us)

Convinced we were broken inside, yeah

Inside, yeah

'Cause girl you're perfect (girl you're perfect)

You're always worth it (you're always worth it)

And you deserve it (and you deserve it)

The way you work it (the way you work it)

'Cause girl you earned it (girl you earned it, yeah)

Girl you earned it (you earned it, yeah)

Nana nana

So girl you're worth it

The way you work it

You deserve it

I can tell you

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On loan from the Great Central Railway, 68067 arrives an its first revenue earning service on a wet August morning.

Having a well earned rest after hunting the local voles!

Taken on Somerset Levels

Taken from St Fillans Crieff.

St Fillans is a village in Perthshire in the central highlands of Scotland, in the council area of Perth and Kinross. The village lies at the eastern end of Loch Earn, 5 miles west of Comrie on the A85 road, at the point where the River Earn leaves the loch.Wikipedia

The best part of spending time in the backyard with my bird friends is earning their trust. Three times this afternoon I whistled up into the trees and one of our Brown-headed nuthatches flew right down - once only about eighteen inches (0.5m) from me.

They're spending a lot of time going back and forth to their nesting cavity in a tree in our yard. Normally if I whistle up to their nest a head pops out to see what I'm doing.

And THAT's why they're my favorite little backyard birds.

“I don't want to earn my living; I want to live.”--Oscar Wilde.

I'ma care for you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you

You make it look like it's magic

'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

I'm never confused

Hey, hey, and I'm so used to being used

So I love when you call unexpected

'Cause I hate when the moment's expected

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you,

'Cause girl, you're perfect

You're always worth it

And you deserve it

The way you work it

'Cause girl, you earned it,

Girl, you earned it,

You know our love would be tragic

So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind, mind, mind

We live with no lies

Hey, hey, and you're my favorite kind of night

The Weeknd - Earned it

Beta Radio - On Your Horizon 🎶

As far as I remember, the first money I earned fruit of my work was in my first year in Highschool. My school had a small library on the top floor of the old building, a place rarely visited by anybody, let alone the students, and it served more like a storage room for books than a proper library. I have a vague memory of that place, for I am describing events that happened many years ago, but I remember it as a dark, warm and quiet place, with just one window overseeing the small inner playground, and old solid dark wooden furniture. Promoted by my parents and my grandfather, my romance with books had started many years before, when I was only a kid with the pockets still full of innocence. Knowing that the very place where I was attending school every day had its own library caught my interest immediately, enough to make me overcome my shyness and ask one of the literature teachers permission to spend time in the library. His name was Juan B., a short, grave man, with thick glasses, tie, corduroy trousers and a funny way to walk because of a back injury when he was younger. The teacher was surprised that someone showed any interest in the library, used as he was to his students spilling hormones and avid to experiment the practical world instead, and immediately opened the doors of the small library to me and asked me if I would be willing to update their obsolete catalogue. Needless to say, this was like a dream come true for me, I accepted and I would spend hours after my classes during that course labelling books with codes, sorting them according to topic and alphabetically by author, handwriting record cards, one for each book, with all the bibliographic details and archiving them in the small drawers of a metal filing cabinet.

Before the course ended, I had managed to bring that library to a new life, cataloguing, sorting and filing hundreds of books. And to the satisfaction of the work done, I had to add a final surprise that was in store for me: even though I never asked for anything like that, the school wanted to show their appreciation for the work done and they paid me a small amount of money they agreed with the literature teacher. When the classes finished on the day I received this money, I ran to the closest book shop in town, just two streets away from my School, and spent all the money I just earned in books for me! Nearly 40 years later, I still have these books with me, and carried them to every country and every city where I lived so far. One of my literary preferences then, as it is now, could not be more obvious when I showed very excited all the books I bought to my mum, when I arrived home: Lovecraft, Mary Shelley, Conan Doyle, William Golding, Maupassant, Stoker, Stevenson, and the cherry on top of that cake, a 560-pages paperback with tiny printed letters including all the short stories by Edgar Allan Poe, which I started reading that same night!

The first story in that book was The Fall of the House of Usher, a delightful XIXth Century gothic horror story with many elements of a XIXth Century gothic horror story, including a cursed family, that of the twins Roderick and Madeline Usher, a haunted house which seemed alive, madness, and the obsessive fear of being buried alive. Stories like this fascinated me, set my own imagination in motion and made me dream of becoming a writer myself, a storyteller, one day, which didn't quite happen yet, but I still have time left. And, of course, I continued maturing and developing my interest on this literary genre, becoming a devoted fan of King, Howard, Moore, and my favourite author of all times when it comes to Fantasy, Gaiman. Some weeks ago, I heard of a Netflix series by Mike Flanagan homonymous with that story I read for the first time 35 years earlier, and got curious. I surprisingly managed to find the time shortly after to watch the entire series over a weekend and I truly enjoyed the characters, the acting, the aesthetics and atmosphere, and the ghosts story, only very loosely related to Poe's short story, but nicely weaved with references to the works of the brilliant Bostonian author, including beautifully recited original (or mostly original) poems or references to them, one of which I shall transcribe below.

The night after watching the series, I had my 560-pages paperback book with Poe's short stories by my bedside, and read The Fall of the House of Usher again, this time with older eyes in an older body, on a larger bed and in a strange city, but with exactly the same mind of the kid, with the same need and ease to be awed. And the seemingly unimportant decision to watch a Netflix series took me, as it happens, on a trip back in time that kept me awake until the wee hours of the morning, meditating again about events, emotions and experiences in my life, some of which I shared here and now, more aware than ever that life is nothing but a dream within a dream.

A Dream Within a Dream

Edgar A. Poe (1849)

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow:

You are not wrong who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand--

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep--while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

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🌐 My version of a decrepit House of Usher was photographed in Aurelias Fables & Fairytales.

Beautiful morning at loch Earn.

SVTEC Charity Ploughing Match at Mains of Kilgraston Farm, Bridge of Earn.

Raising Funds for MND My Name’5 Doddie Foundation.

Farming yesteryear enthusiast's keenly ploughing as in olden days

A ploughing match is a contest between people who each plough part of a field. Nowadays there are usually classes for horse-drawn ploughs and for tractor ploughing. Points are awarded for straightness and neatness of the resulting furrows.

After many decades of hard service, GP9's CN 7075 & CN 4141 are still earning their keep as they power the Pointe St-Charles Switcher, on its way to Taschereau Yard with 18 cars.

A view from the north side of loch Earn.

No-one could not enjoy spending time with 64 year old Marty.

Marty moved here from Ohio a few years back. He's semi retired after giving up his job as a self employed financial advisor and he moved here to live the good life working at a garden centre. Gardening was always his hobby and now he can earn a living doing something he loves and enjoys 100%.

It turned out he lives and works no more than half a mile away from us. I'll be paying Marty a visit for hints and tips on making the best of growing veggies and flowers in the desert heat of New Mexico.

Thanks Marty for taking time to chat and enjoy your margarita.

This picture is #45 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at 100 Strangers

... a well earned ice cream.

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From the StFillans end.

Candid Street Photography From Edinburgh, Scotland

what can be said, other than he's an expert at what he does ? heh :-)