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Female Impala with Red-billed Oxpecker in the Kruger Nationalpark, South Africa
The world is like a book and those, who do not travel, only read the first page.
All rights reserved. © Thomas Retterath 2022
“The daily hummingbird assaults existence
with improbability.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin
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Tucked high in the Andes, in the far southwestern reaches of Bolivia, is the country's most visited national park, with at least 25,000 tourists visiting annually.
The mountains of Eduardo Avaroa are the highest Andes Mountains on Bolivia's border with Chile and Argentina. They are dotted with erupting volcanoes, hot springs, steaming geysers and fumaroles.
Photo is taken close to Chilean border, at altitude 4500m.
The Tayka desert hotel may be one of the most remote hotels in existence. There is literally nothing anywhere within many miles of this place. Solar panel energy.
Bolivia, Siloli Desert
Please don't use my images without my permission. All images © Aivar Mikko
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Grass by Heart Garden
Harmony Moon Lily - Short - White Blue - circle - AM - C/M
Harmony Wild Iris - SHORT - Purple - circle - AM - C/M
Harmony Wild Poppies - SHORT - Red - circle - AM - C/M
Harmony Wild Poppies - SHORT - Blue - circle - AM - C/M
“Yellow is synonymous with you
I cannot see anything yellow without thinking of you
and the daffodils are blooming despite the stormy weather
and the rain reminds me of you too … “ - AP
In memory of my friend …
Mon cher ami, please let me know what you see beyond the observable universe …
“Beyond the observable universe is something wonderful …
Simply é and much more … “ - Ciprian
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3TvXZtXtu8
The Bridges of Madison County – Standing in the Rain
The greatest influence on our lives
at the time is not always known
but looking back I see the truth of it
now the most beautiful of us has flown
we didn't always see eye to eye
but made our peace and recognised something more than love
so gentle and so fragile; mutually in sync
a poet and another poet flying high above
you hid your deepest secret very well
I did not guess and that was your intention
you knew my heart would break and I would fall
but don't you know you made me strong; did I forget to mention
some of all the poetry we shared
the thoughts; the impossible maths that disappeared
into the ether long ago before we reconciled
and only fragments of the fire remain to whisper in our ears
to infinity and far beyond we said ...
I look up at the newest, brightest star
and everything I feel is still remembered
will last the distance no matter how near or far
Remember, mon cher, the words I wrote to you
they are imprinted on my soul forever
you reached out and touched my life in ways I cannot still explain
you are irreplaceable; you know that I will never
forget the codes and seemingly nonsensical ways of our communication
to anyone else that saw it; must have thought
who are these two; these poets; who do they think they are
but it does not matter; all that matters was that you taught
to look beyond the ordinary everyday things of our existence
to reach for stars into infinité
I am risen up to be a better person; little é and much more
you are infinite, mon cher ami …
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Large flocks of Horned Larks huddled together on a freezing day with windchills in the -50s. If you zoom in you’ll see frost forming around their eyes.
Existence is not a reflection, it is not flying in the air or walking on water, but walking on the earth and leaving your mark.
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Hat: CerberusXing - Vicious Vaccine Hat
Outfit: Salem - Tinkerer Dress @Engine Room
Gloves: Skellybones - Rayne Claws @Engine Room
Amsterdam - Nieuwe Uilenburgerstraat
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Deafening silences that envelop existence sinking into nothingness.
Silence, to remind us that we all need to feel life.
“Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.”
― Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come
Weather
Rain
Water is the Essence of Life. No living thing can survive very long without it. It is incredibly old. We have the same rain as the ancients did and before their existence. It signifies the power to purify, to give deliverance, and it can also destroy evil and enemies in flood as in the Biblical stories. It is awesome as it is kind. It is benign, it is malignant, for we live or die without it. What a miraculous thing it is, it can engulf you but you cannot hold it in the palm of your hand. It can scold you, it can freeze you, it can inspire and frighten in the very next breath. I will always respect it in its many forms.
These are just a few images of rain observed ……….
For this week's Macro Monday theme "Hot or Cold". Making metal catch on fire.
First of some fun playing with various shutter speeds.
Civil War Era Fort, Literally Beneath the Golden Gate Bridge,
San Francisco, Northern California, USA
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Philosophy, most broadly viewed, is the critical survey of existence from the standpoint of value.
[Sidney Hook]
For all the time of its existence, fortress has changed 3 names. The original name is Agarani (historians have identified it as Kojris tsikhe). It is located on Mount Azeula (Trialeti Ridge). The exact date of construction of the fortress is unknown. According to archaeologists, it was built in the late eighth-early ninth century. It controlled the caravan route from Gardabani to Shida Kartli and from Tbilisi to Trialeti.
Since 1080, the fortress passes to the Seljuk Turks. Under their rule, the name Ker Oglu appears. This name is common to this day. Then the fortress passes to Emir Fadlun.
1118. The fortress was recaptured by David IV Agmashenebeli (the Builder) from the Ganja Emir Fadlun. After some time, the fortress again passes to the emir, then, after three months of fighting, the fortress again passed to David. In 1123, David IV gave the fortress to Prince Ioane Orbeli.
1177. The fortress appears in the history of the uprising against Tsar George III (the father of Queen Tamar). The princes of Orbeli (or Orbeliani) did not share something with the king, they made a noise. The rebels took refuge in the fortress, and in the same year the fortress was taken by storm. As a result, the Knizia were defeated, losing all their lands.
And what about without Queen Tamar (1184-1212). The chronicles mention that Tamara, who was seriously ill, spent about six months here.
Since the XV century, Agarani belongs to the Solagashvili family and appears in the sources as Kojris-tsikhe. The ruins of the Kabensky Monastery are relatively close by. One of the churches was a tomb of this kind.
In 1488, Iranian troops besieged the Kojor fortress. After that, the fortress does not particularly appear in the chronicles. Only the appearance of the palace in the XVII century is mentioned. There were no other key events in the history of the fortress.
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The music box ballerina and the old jack-in-the-box, both trapped within the confines of their respective existence. He obsessed with her ethereal beauty, going round and round in a frozen pirouette and she obsessed with the desire to escape his all consuming, penetrating and captive gaze.
“You know when things get inside you and you can't stop going round and round the same piece of misery.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince
“I've thought about nothing else but you.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince
“Do you know that one day I'll kill you? I won't do it because I'm no longer in love with you, or because I'm jealous, but—I'll just kill you for no better reason that I sometimes long to devour you.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gambler
Obsession.
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