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Every day is a new beginning.
Treat it that way.
Stay away from what might have been,
and look at what can be.
{ Marsha Sue }
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Wishing you all beautiful new beginnings. =)
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I wanted to give making my own version of Rey in Lego another try and I liked the look of this still i.imgur.com/0G9nXre.jpg from one of The Force Awakens TV spots. So I decided to recreate it in Lego!
Every shadow is always a signpost to the light.
Jeder Schatten ist auch immer ein Wegweiser zum Licht.
Every year I go to Bristol during the light festival. I was so busy all January and February and when it came to my mind I thought I missed the festival this year. I was disappointed but still googled it, checked the dates and was super lucky as it was happening exactly that week. I'd say it was my least favourite festival so far but still some decent installations there
Every moment with Tizzy was very special. He was an elderly rescue cat who shared my home for just over a year. He was very gentle & loving. In the photo he was sleeping in the sunshine through the patio doors, one of his favourite places.
Happy Caturday!
“Every night the owl with his wild monkey-face calls through the black branches, and the mice freeze and the rabbits shiver in the snowy fields— and then there is the long, deep trough of silence when he stops singing, and steps into the air.”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One
Visit Astoria Winter 25/26.
Every big city has its little communities, but they don’t have the quaint, small town charm. -Michael Goss
“Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such”
Henry Miller (American Author and Writer, 1891-1980)
Just playing around with my own textures...
I have been having internet modem problems off and on....but I hope to have it all resolved today......Will try to catch up with my contacts !!
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Have a wonderful day!
Every year this tree drops it leaves only to have them quickly return. They begin with a slight red color and then turn green.
By Catherine Boeckmann
February 9, 2024
The daylily is an amazingly low-maintenance perennial. It’s virtually disease-free, pest-free, and drought-resistant; it’s also not picky about soil quality. Plus, the flower has a long bloom period! Here’s how to plant and care for daylilies in your garden, as well as how to easily propagate them for more plants!
About Daylilies
The daylily’s botanical name, Hemerocallis, comes from the Greek hemera (“day”) and kallos (“beauty”). The name is appropriate since each flower lasts only one day! However, each scape has 12 to 15 buds on it, and a mature plant can have 4 to 6 scapes, which is why the flower seems to bloom continuously.
Originally from Asia, these plants have adapted so well that many of us think of them as natives. Imagine the excitement of a 16th-century explorer cruising the Orient and finding these gorgeous plants! European gardeners welcomed daylilies into their gardens, and when early colonists sailed for the New World, daylilies made the crossing with them.
Despite their name, daylilies are not “true lilies” and grow from fleshy roots. True lilies grow from onion-like bulbs and are of the genus Lilium, as are Asiatic and Oriental lilies. In the case of daylilies, leaves grow from a crown, and the flowers form on leafless stems—called “scapes”—which rise above the foliage.
There are thousands of beautiful daylilies to choose from. Combine early, midseason, late blooming varieties, and repeat bloomers to have daylilies in flower from late spring through the first frost of fall. If you see a height listed alongside a daylily variety, this refers to the length of the scape. Some can reach 6 feet tall!
For more information please visit
www.almanac.com/plant/daylilies
These Daylilies were photographed at Pashley Manor Gardens. At Pashley you will discover 11 acres of beautiful borders and vistas – the culmination of a lifetime of passion for gardening, an appetite for beauty and an admiration of the tradition of the English Country garden. These graceful gardens, on the border of Sussex and Kent, are family owned and maintained – visitors often express delight at the attention to detail displayed throughout and the intimate, peaceful atmosphere.
All the ingredients of the English Country Garden are present – sweeping herbaceous borders, ha-ha, well maintained lawns, box hedges, espaliered rose walk, historic walled garden, inspiring kitchen garden, venerable trees and the Grade I listed house as a backdrop. The gardens are a haven for wildlife – bees, butterflies and small birds as well as moor hens, ducks and a black swan. Then, of course, the plants! Borders overflowing with perennials and annuals – the look changing through the seasons, but always abundantly filled, and each garden ‘room’ planted in a different colour theme.
Pashley is also renowned for fantastic displays of tulips, roses and dahlias. Our annual Tulip Festival features more than 48,000 tulips this year! During Special Rose Week over a hundred varieties of rose swathe the walls, climb obelisks and bloom in flower beds. Then in late summer our Dahlia Days event transforms the gardens once more with bountiful, brightly coloured dahlias in every border and pot.
Add to all this a Café and Terrace with excellent garden views, serving delicious homemade lunches, scones and cakes; Sculpture and Art Exhibitions; a Gift Shop with Plant Sales; and a friendly, knowledgeable team waiting to welcome you, and the recipe for a wonderful day out is complete.
For more information please visit www.pashleymanorgardens.com/
In every possible way
And my dreams it's never quiet as it seems
'Cause you're a dream to me, dream to me !
Dreams - The Cranberries
Obrigada por todas as visualizações e pelo carinho!
Every Winter, it seems, I end up gravitating toward abstraction. Perhaps the season drives the consciousness more inward with it's dreary dullness and 'deadness' of endless whites, browns, greys and blacks. Perhaps this inspires a less 'reality bound' imagining. The inner world comes alive with all the colour and life of Summer.
This image is made up of many, many layers of the same original photograph. This one image was treated in a number of ways and it's many variants were built up to achieve the final result.
This is another approach to my thinking that there are many, perhaps countless, ways to see the same thing. For as many ways as there are to see it there are just as many ways to interpret it. All are the same thing. It just depends on how you look at it. Reality, I suggest, is just this way. That doesn't mean that all is utter chaos, although that might be how it reads at first. It suggests that the more we "pan out" from the detail and get a overview of the interlocking of variations, the more we can see the patterns ( pattern ? ) of order.
The title is a play with words to come at the same idea verbally.
It is freeing to go abstract. That alone is all I need to run off into the unknown.
Created Jan 3. The first new image of 2019.
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Music Link: "Blue" - Far Caspian. At the suggestion of Paul B0udreau. A lovely, delicate balance.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ut32pLNe-lM
My own offering: "I Dormienti" ( The Sleepers ) - Brian Eno, from his Collection "Music for Installations". This was a piece commissioned for a Mimo Palladino installation of the same title done at London's Round House.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fD2IFSA7Koc
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2019. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
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every child knows this. the square, the birds, the impossible chase. he ran the way all children run â with the certainty that this time he would catch one. the raven knew better. it spread its wings the way ravens have always spread their wings, with the indifference of a creature that has outlived empires. for a single moment, in the space between reaching and flying, they were equals. then the bird was in the air, and the boy was laughing, and the afternoon continued as if nothing had happened. but something had.
My favorite time to be on the beach is when the tide is coming in. Bulging waves roll up further and further, until they overtake the dry sand. They bring with them treasures from the deep. It’s exciting when the ocean leans forward to say hello, as it were.
Contrary to every instinct, we spend most of our modern lives trapped in square boxes, whether in vehicles or buildings, and also in mental boxes, and we languish in our prison of stasis. There, we obsess about power struggles. Could it be because we have cut ourselves off from the experience of nature’s power?
The tide is coming in. Plump waves are rolling up the beach. Tidda responds. She becomes animated. She feels the spirit of the sea rising and we both feel the energy. The breath of life enters us. My mood lifts. I laugh and feel playful. We have stepped into nature’s flow of power. When the tide rises, all rise together. When it sinks, all sink together.
Every once in a while, a snipe will perch and call and call and call. And, they are somewhat approachable. I appreciate that!
With spring on the horizon and the 627 soon to be shootable again, here's one from when it was greener (in more ways then one), specifically May of last year.
I only started somewhat recently keeping notes from every shoot outside of my Flickr posts so I don't have much of an idea for what happened on this day. I can see it was a Wednesday, so I presume I had brought my equipment with me that day with the hope that 1462 would lead the 627 west to Aurora that day. Sure enough it did, with a triclops 60M in tow.
I've wanted a shot of a BN leader off of the Pleasant Dale bridge on a sunny evening for a long time and I'm glad I was able to cross it off with this one. Judging by the folder from that day, they must have been making good time as I didn't get back in front of them again until west of Tamora. By that time, the clouds had come in and the sun was gone, so I called it there. Jamison appeared in one of my photos so I know he was out for this chase. Sam, were you there as well? I'm tagging you anyway--I don't seem to get out much unless I'm along with you.
As you can tell from my very infrequent uploads over the last year and a half or more, I have quite the backlog to pull from. I have a process that I go through with cataloging and editing and uploading each image that will keep me sane 30 years from now but is a pain to do every time I shoot a train, so I struggled with the motivation to keep the uploads a regular occurrence. Two weeks after this photo was taken, I was let go from my job, and on top of a lot of other things going on it life, I lost all motivation for pretty much everything, something I'm still working on recovering from.
All that to say, I have a good chunk of photos to upload that I will be working on adding here and there among recent shots. I don't even know what all I haven't gotten around to yet, but I hope to be caught back up again at some point.
BNSF SD60M 1462 leads the Aurora local westbound on the Ravenna Subdivision outside Pleasant Dale, Nebraska, May 14, 2025.
No one is perfect, everybody has its own tasks and needs and failures. We are carrying wounds and diseases, memories and scars. But after all life is the sum of it all in good and bad and in every day we find a new chance. Maybe we first start with a smile or to see the blue sky again, the sunrays, with first little steps into the right direction. Even if we have to leave some memories behind to go on for a hopefully better future. The worst thing is not to go on, to stand still, to freeze in the situation we are.
Every morning, when I wake up to that view, the first word which comes to my mind is "glorious" !!
I love this blooming Tibouchina and the happiness it brings to me, day in, day out :) /
Chaque matin, lorsque je me reveille avec cette vue par ma fenetre, le premier mot qui me vient a l'esprit est "merveilleux" !
J'adore ce Tibouchina en fleurs et le bonheur qu'il m'apporte, jour apres jour :)
Pretty well every morning this cardinal wakes me up with his singing before 5:30 am. I grumble a bit but I don't mind as they seem to be plentiful in the neighbourhood.
Every family has one.
For a laugh, view my 1 min video with sound: www.flickr.com/photos/stevecorey/7274087534/
Other than humans, leaf-cutter ants form the largest and most complex animal societies on Earth.
The ants don't eat the leaves, but the fungus that the decaying leaves produce. (archived)
Every morning, there’s this little ritual that belongs only to them. No clock, no coffee needed,just a razor, some foam, and bursts of laughter. She loves taking control, he loves letting go. In this playful dance of trust and tenderness, the bathroom becomes their favorite stage… and the outside world can wait.🌹
Chaque matin, il y a ce petit rituel rien qu’à eux. Pas besoin d’horloge, pas besoin de café : juste un rasoir, de la mousse et des éclats de rire. Elle adore prendre les choses en main, il adore se laisser faire. Dans ce jeu de confiance et de tendresse, la salle de bain devient leur scène préférée… et le monde extérieur peut bien attendre.🌹
“Every bird of prey looks over its shoulder before it goes in for the kill, even a hawk. Even they know to watch their backs – every single one but an eagle. It’s fearless.” - Michelle Horst, Wake Me Up
You needn’t be a serious birder to recognize the yodeling yelp of this striking raptor.
Often described as the sound of Africa, the African fish eagle (Haliaeetus vocifer) evokes images of lazy rivers and palm-fringed lake shores, often in duet with the grunting of hippos. And the bird itself, in all its black, white and chestnut finery, is equally unmistakable.
The African fish eagle is not a ‘true’ eagle but belongs to the Haliaeetus genus of sea eagles, alongside seven other species worldwide that include the American bald eagle and the Eurasian white-tailed eagle. This is one of the most ancient genera among all living birds. And it is a sight to behold.
This screaming African Fish Eagle was captured during a photography safari on an early morning boat ride on Lake Baringo, Kenya.
The world of the long distance walker.
The world's longest walkable route is often cited as a trek from Cape Town, South Africa, to Magadan, Russia. This route, reportedly spanning 14,000 miles (22,387 km), was mapped out on Google Maps by a Reddit user. It's a journey that would take approximately 187 days of non-stop walking or 562 days with 8 hours of walking per day.
But Not Today.
Exeter, Devon, UK.