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every Christmas I make at least 10 varieties of cookies to give out and always add these chocolate kisses on pretzels to the mix!
Every year our local Morro Coast Audubon puts on a show of the "Birds of San Luis Obispo county". I am one of the photographers that participates and submits my images. I am starting to go though my files from earlier this year I am finding some shots I never posted before.
A quick phone camera shot as I walked along the street yesterday. I just like how it looked against the blue Winter sky.
Happy Telegraph Tuesday!
Non è vero che abbiamo poco tempo, la verità è che ne perdiamo molto... - Seneca.
Taranto, la "ringhiera"
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Every time that you fuck with me, I wanna let you go
But I can't 'cause I don't really know how to let you know
This plover knows that to look your best, you need to check every feather -- from the base to the tip!
Every big city has its little communities, but they don’t have the quaint, small town charm. -Michael Goss
Welcoming you at UNITY ART project expo at AmandaT Tamatzui Gallery. Theme is "Colorful Diversity".
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This picture reflects every day of life, its colors, life, movement, light and dark stripes, happiness and sadness.. We are beautiful every day and go to the store like queens :)
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Art: Orenda
Artist: Zia Branner
Every air museum in Canada has to have a Harvard! This is the one in the Hangar Flight Museum in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
Artist: Richard Serra
Sixteen weathering steel panels measuring six feet wide, twelve inches thick and standing at varying heights or sever, nine or eleven feet tall arranged in a staggered grid.
David Zwirner Gallery
Color Photo
Every time when I see snow goose, it reminds me the Swedish animation "The Wonderful Adventures of Nils" which I watched when I was child.
Every year, thousands of candles are thrown into the blazing fire.
Captured at the yearly commemoration day of Rabbi Israel Abu-Hatsera, Netivot, Israel.
Former railway bridge of the disused railway line Bad Harzburg - Stapelburg
- Thanks to everyone who looked at my picture, favors and have commented. Please press "L" or "Z" for a large view - an absolute must to fully enjoy this picture!
Every once in a while, a snipe will perch and call and call and call. And, they are somewhat approachable. I appreciate that!
Every once in a while I need a break from Second Life. It's at those times I revisit things I used to really enjoy. Today it was the (now defunct) Star Wars Galaxies. This is a screenshot taken on that games version of Tatooine. It was one of the most amazing things about the game - for it's time the visuals were amazing. Such as this one. It was taken at sunset and I remember I (and many others! LOL) just sitting there and enjoying them before we got back to the actual content. (This is a completely unedited image.)
“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.
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The early morning sun, just a short walk before work to breath, to have a wide view.
It was a long day but I ended it like it started ;-)
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Every evening, just before the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, Ginger opened the windows of her little studio and let the golden light spill across her worktable.
It was her favorite hour—the quiet space between what had been and what might still become.
Tonight, however, she wasn’t painting from a photograph.
She was painting from a memory.
Her brush moved slowly across the canvas, recreating the sunset she remembered so clearly: warm pink clouds, an endless ocean, and a sky that had seemed far too beautiful to belong to an ordinary day.
Then, almost without thinking, she began painting herself into it.
Not the woman sitting at the table.
The woman she sometimes imagined she could be.
Barefoot beneath the sunset. Hair scattered across the sand. A flower tucked behind her ear. No expectations. No explanations. No need to be anything for anyone.
Just… free.
Ginger stopped painting and stared at the woman on the canvas.
For the strangest moment, those painted eyes seemed to stare back.
She smiled.
“So that's where you've been hiding.”
Outside the window, the last edge of the real sun slipped into the sea.
But on Ginger's canvas, it never went down.
And perhaps that was why she painted.
Not simply to capture beautiful things…
but to give them somewhere they could stay forever.