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♫ Keith Whitley - When You Say Nothing At All♫
It's amazing how you
Can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word
You can light up the dark
Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing
The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
All day long I can hear
People talking out loud (oooh)
But when you hold me near (you hold me near)
You drown out the crowd (the crowd, the crowd)
Try as they may, they can never define
What's been said between your heart and mine
The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best (you say it best) when you say nothing at all
The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best (you say it best) when you say nothing at all
(You say it best when you say nothing at all
You say it best when you say nothing at all)
That smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Lets me know that you need me
(You say it best when you say nothing At all
You say it best when you say nothing at all)
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The terraces were dug following the natural curves of the landscape. The thickness of the walls stores heat during the day and diffuses it at night. Thanks to this method it has been possible to obtain a different microclimate as one goes down and gets closer to the centre. An average temperature difference of 5°C was observed, whereas the difference is only 0.5°C over comparable height differences at the same location. Due to its sheltered position, each of the terraces represents approximately one thousand metres of altitude under normal growing conditions.
As I already explained in my previous image of similar title, this is what is going on in this Northern Paradise. We passed by watching in horror and pushing the accelerator to the very bottom to get away from this madness as fast as possible. ... Call me selfish, call me a friggin individualist, but I will NEVER stand in a line experiencing such places in a melee ;)
Needless probably to add that their two minibuses were almost blocking a very narrow road while about 500 metres further there was a parking lot! Gosh I hate this new photographic vandalism!
Three Gothic Revival-style buildings, located on a 170-foot bluff overlooking the Ottawa River, house the offices of the members of Parliament, the House of Commons and the Senate. Free guided tours delve into Canadian history and explain the workings of the political system. 128
Blossom made up of tiny water droplets.. photographed using a 7mm extension tube costing less than a postage stamp.
In the previous photograph I explained the physical law of entropy. It is actually the most fundamental law in the universe. The only way entropy can be overcome is with an additional input of energy, i.e. work.
Here we see a once workable hut reduced to a ruin by the law of entropy. All things must return to their natural state. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. You get the idea. So here we see the old hut's iron roof rusting away, its wooden boards rotten, and within a few short years (perhaps less) it will collapse with only the brick chimney left standing.
Already the trees are starting to grow inside and twist the building around on its axis. I didn't go inside because I'll wager there were one or two snakes in there too. And all Tasmanian snakes are venomous.
There's plenty of water falling from the sky, but the lakes are empty.... the Dandelion's are hoarding it.
Did you stand there all alone?
Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down
I can see you standin' next to me
In and out somewhere else right now
You sigh, look away
I can see it clear as day
Close your eyes, so afraid
Hide behind that baby face
Do-do-do
Do-do-do
You can drive all night
Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain
You wanna find peace of mind
Lookin' for the answer
Funny how it seems like yesterday
As I recall, you were lookin' out of place
Gathered up your things and slipped away
No time at all, I followed you into the hall
Cigarette daydream
You were only seventeen
Soft speak with a mean streak
Nearly brought me to my knees
Do-do-do
Do-do-do
You can drive all night
Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain
You wanna find peace of mind
Lookin' for the answer
If we can find a reason, a reason to change
Lookin' for the answers
If you can find a reason, a reason to stay
Standin' in the pourin' rain
Do-do, do, do, do
Do-do, do, do-do, do-do
Do-do, do, do, do
Do-do, do, do-do, do-do
You can drive all night
Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain
You wanna find peace of mind
Lookin' for the answer
If we can find a reason, a reason to change
Lookin' for the answer
If you can find a reason, a reason to stay
Standin' in the pourin' rain
I tried to explain to Gerrie that I did not want it untied and that it was to be used for props. He seemed to think it was a reading gift. He likes to read a little. I think he pretends to read.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
The rocks of the Racetrack Playa are composed of dolomite and syenite, the same materials that make up the surrounding mountains. They tumble down due to the forces of erosion, coming to rest on the parched ground below. Once they reach the level surface of the playa, the rocks somehow move horizontally, leaving perfect tracks behind them to record their path.
Many of the largest rocks have left behind trails as long as 1,500 feet, suggesting that they've moved a long way from their original location. Rocks with a rough-bottomed surface leave straight tracks, while smooth-bottomed rocks tend to wander. The sailing stones have been observed and studied since the early 1900s.
In 2014, scientists were able to capture the movement of the stones for the first time using time-lapse photography. The results strongly suggest that the sailing stones are the result of a perfect balance of ice, water, and wind. In the winter of 2014, rain formed a small pond that froze overnight and thawed the next day, creating a vast sheet of ice that was reduced by midday to only a few millimeters thick. Driven by a light wind, this sheet broke up and accumulated behind the stones, slowly pushing them forward.
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And who better can explain this than David Attenborough, we need to pay attention to what he says and learn how we can make a difference!
David Attenborough: A Life on Earth | Full Documentary
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_n4fFWcHAs
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"Gates of Melancholy" is created by Shelly70.
"This sim is created to emulate and elicit the feel in the watercolor paintings done by Andrew Wyeth. Melancholy, nostalgia, starkness and the crispness of his work." she explains. "You will find spots throughout the sim where you can find recreations of some of his paintings and you can pose, take pictures and create your own art work as you like it."
“…High sadness rings
Not explainable in words
I'm not alone as long as I'm with you,
Trees, birds, clouds…”
“…Звенит высокая тоска,
Не объяснимая словами,
Я не один, пока я с вами,
Деревья, птицы, облака…” Л. Завальнюк
The chairs can be explained by the largest cineplex in Frankfurt at this station. But why does the ticket machine ask "My salary"?
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Tomorrow it's the turn of another guy.
Jardin Charles-Trenet on Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, France 31.05.2022
Der Welterklärer
Morgen ist ein anderer dran.
Jardin Charles-Trenet an der Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, Frankreich 31.05.2022
Sweet dreams!
* As if I need to explain myself, but it appears that on Flickr many people do not understand that the choices photographers make also can include soft focus. A sharp photograph here would have destroyed the kind of light I wanted coming from this window (enlarge the photograph to see its luminance). There is also the serious issue of peering into someone's room without their permission. So the choice was obvious. I will continue to make the photographs I wish to make - this is part of a series of 65 photos on suburban dreams - and if you do not like them then may I kindly ask you to refrain from visiting my page! Thank you to those of you who understand that there is more to photography than reproducing what can already be seen with the naked eye.
NOTE the reflected light from the massive moon behind me - The Moon is not in the image. Hope this not only improves the visibility of Venus, but also explains the situation better. H
In the middle: Big Shower / Grosze Dusche by German artist Rainer Fetting, 1981. To the right: Sumokämpfer Blau by Berlin artist Salomé.
At the exhibition New Wild Painters (Neue Wilde) in Groninger Museum, Groningen, Holland.
New Wild Painters presents an overview of the figurative painting of the early 1980s in West Germany. Young, ‘wild’ painters rebelled against the abstract art at that time.
The group from UK Cocoloco came to my town to do a live performance called Pilgrimage.
I was showed the artworld most famous wonder.They make me laugh so much...showing Newtons apple,Marguerite ,Salvador Dali ,the last super and here as you can admire Mona Lisa.
If by any chance you get to luck to experience them...don´t miss them if you like to laugh...
I cannot. A double-exposure, the first thing one would jump to, is out. How could the second exposure on the same frame just selectively put in the three rectangular images without all the surrounding details? Very weird. I cannot possibly explain it but maybe one of you can. This was not taken through a window. I was standing out on our balcony in the open air.
Yashica FX-3 Super 2000 with Yashica ML 28mm f/2.8
Portra 400
February 9, 2021
Red Foxes provide such a pleasurable splash of color amid the otherwise relatively monochromatic landscape of winter. I've been watching the fox population up here for decades and it's interesting the way that every five years or so, the fox community undergoes a shift in color .... For a few years, they will all be Red, as now. In some years, you begin to see numerous foxes with coats of many colors, a sort of calico of black, red and white .... Then for a number of years you see only black foxes.
This, at first look, seems like maybe it would be simple genetic drift within the population, but it appears to be cyclical and therefore one might suspect some variable influence within the environment.
This year, fox and lynx populations are low, an effect of an extremely low ebb in the amount of snowshoe hares available for dinner.
Interestingly, and this is an established fact, albeit one which has never been adequately explained ..... The abundance of rabbits in the northland follows a regular rise and fall, more of a boom and crash, which is closely correlated with the 11 year cycle of sunspot activity. This year, along with a nearly total lack of magnetic storms on the 90 million mile distant sun, we have almost no snowshoe hares ... they are rare.
At other times, during solar maximum, they are virtually everywhere .... At those times, in the course of a drive along the Alaska Highway, you will see literally hundreds of rabbits. Now, virtually none.
The story so far: At the close of the hunting season, King Arthur’s retinue descend from the fells and prepare to herd the barren does into the hollows in order to slaughter them with bows and arrows. Sir Gawaine leads King Arthur’s wife Gaynore down the track, when suddenly the woods are cast into darkness, and they are separated from their companions. Whilst Gawaine endeavours to explain away the phenomenon as a solar eclipse, a decayed, animated corpse appears before them. Gawaine observes that it is crawling with snakes and toads, and draws his sword to defend his queen. The ghost tells Gawaine that it is all that remains of Gaynore’s mother, and that it once was more beautiful even than its daughter, but is now a rotting corpse. It commands him to bring Gaynore into its presence, and when he obeys, it tells her that it is in Purgatory, and can only be redeemed by her prayers. Gaynore asks whether there is any hope for her mother’s soul, and after giving a prescription for its own salvation, the ghost turns on Gaynore, accusing her of pride, and insisting that she too will suffer its fate, if she does not change her ways. Moreover, it suggests that King Arthur himself is doomed to destruction because of his pride, employing that favourite mediaeval metaphor, the Wheel of Fortune. Gawaine realises that if Gaynore’s sin is enough to send her to Hell, the sins of Arthur’s knights are far worse. The ghost predicts that although Arthur and his knights have been victorious in France, defeating Gian in battle, Arthur himself will fall at the battle of Camlann on the River Tamar. She says that Gawaine will be in Tuscany at the time, but will rush to Arthur’s aid when he hears the news, and will also be killed. The heraldic symbols on the usurping knight’s shield reveal him to be Mordred, currently still a boy in King Arthur’s court. The ghost disappears, leaving Gawaine and Guinevere alone together, but King Arthur’s knights take courage, because the darkness has gone, and lead Guinevere to Rondallsete, where dinner is prepared. King Arthur and his knights sit down to dinner, but it is interrupted by a woman, richly arrayed, leading a mounted knight. The knight identifies himself as Sir Galeron, defrauded of land by King Arthur – land which has, ironically, been given to Gawaine – and lays down his challenge. Arthur accepts it, but Gawaine marches into the hall, ready to champion his king, but not without doing Galeron the courtesy of a night’s hospitality first. Now, whilst Galeron rests in preparation for the next day’s jousting, King Arthur calls his lords together, and against his king’s better judgement, Gawaine volunteers to fight Galeron. The two knights are led to the lists the next day, while Gaynore looks on, weeping. They spur their horses, and clash...
The Anturs of Arther: Part 6
Through a pompish pavilion with purple-draped walls,
Embroidered with beads, and dazzling with light,
Gawaine led Galeron past chapels and halls
To a tall-chimneyed chamber where embers burned bright.
They haltered his steed and led him to stall
Where hay hung from hatches: a horse’s delight.
A brocaded bedspread and squires at his call,
They opened the cellar for feasting the knight:
With torches ablaze, and standards between,
Plates to dazzle the sight
Of so worthy a knight,
Of such girth and such height,
With their silvery sheen.
In silver so bright they serve him the best
White wine in the world, in cups of clear glass,
With luscious meats of fowl, fish and beast,
Rich dainties and delicacies smothered with glaze.
And once bold Galeron has gone to his rest,
The King calls for counsel: with anger he glows:
“Take heed my lords, lest your honour is lost:
Which knight will fight Galeron?” grimly he growls.
Sir Gawain says, “King, there is no cause to grieve.
I will fight with this knight
To uphold my right
By my pledge and my plight,
My Lord, with your leave!”
“I know well, said the King, “you are champing to fight,
But I’d not, for a lordship, see your life lost.”
“Let go,” said Sir Gawaine, “God stands with the right:
He shan’t escape scot-free, unscathed by our host!”
And at dawning of day, doughty and bright,
They heard Matins and Mass with no trembling or haste,
Pitched pavilions at Plumpton, their pomp in full sight,
Where no knights before had fought hand to hand.
They set lists on the level, marked out on the land.
Three sops soaked in wine
They brought to Gawaine
To settle his brain
Till the King gave command.
The King gave command to the Earl of Kent
To be kindly and courteous to Galeron the knight,
And bade him on dainties to dine in his tent
While all of his men were armed left and right,
And after Queen Gaynore, glumly they went
While Galeron was feasted under her sight,
And horsemen grasped reins and bade their mounts wait
As lords at the lists reined in to alight –
All but the two strongest: in stirrups they stood.
And King Arthur’s throne
Was set high on the loam.
Gaynore let out a moan
For Gawaine the good.
Gawaine and Galeron spur on their steeds,
All glittering gold their armour and gear,
Led to the lists by two lords in bright weeds,
With men armed with maces to bring up the rear.
Each digs in his spurs, - his horse’s hide bleeds –
And out in the field, each has planted his spear.
Shafts of hard wood are splintered to bits,
For each joys in jousting, and neither knows fear.
Lance-shafts a-shiver, and shields in full sheen,
And with swords sharp and bright
With a mail-splitting smite,
They clash, knight-on-knight,
Gawaine clad in green.
Anonymous northern Middle English romance (15th century), paraphrased by Giles Watson. The last verse of this section does not appear in one of the manuscripts, and it is possible that it has been added by a later scribe. This part of the poem is, of course, much more typical of late mediaeval chivalric romances, and it is possible that there was also a change of author between the disappearance of the ghost of Gaynore’s mother and the arrival of Galeron at King Arthur’s court.
The picture shows a sculpture at Bishopstone Church, and a funerary brass at Ashbury Church, Oxfordshire.
At its Palaestra building in London SE1, Transport for London exhibits the building's hydrogen fuel cell power generators next to the entrance. The £2.4m combined heat and power plant will generate cost savings of £90,000 annually. The six flatscreens run an animation explaining the building's CO2 reducing measures but one wonders if the message wouldn't have been more effective if it was shown on posters instead of burning some of the kWh saved on powering the flatscreens. Press release