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En Alpage elles ne cessent de harceler les troupeaux...
(in mountains pastures the flies keep on harassing the cows...)
Le Praz de Lys, Haute Savoie, France.
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This shot was taken outside of Manchester’s Central Library, still in St. Peter’s Square.
I bet this little girl couldn’t wait to get home, her mum doesn’t look too pleased either; bet she wished she had brought her umbrella…..!
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to whom are they talking under there and should we be more than a little worried?
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Very upset to be in the corner of the window behind the curtain. I do forget about them sometimes. I do have quite a few. I better do a head count someday.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
#1: Frustrated because I can't get a flower inside a droplet. So I settled for this. :(
#2: Glad I lent my extension tube to Vanessa. I feel so useful today. haha!
#3: Bored as I spent the entire day surfing and nursing my weekend headache.
Rufus: "Goodness me, what I have to put up with. Since the moment we got up either Mum or Dad have been taking photos of me.
Now don't get me wrong celebrating International Dog Day is pretty cool, even my Mamon Brigitte didn't celebrate that, but I've been taken inside, taken outside and then to cap it all Dad started too. Just hope you like the photo Mum decided to put on here."
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With a lockdown in place it is against the rules for me to go to places I like to shoot, so I though I would try to create a series called Isolated creativity. The series is not intended to be a diary but a way of documenting thoughts and emotions via photography.
I've felt a bit like Pink Rabbit over the passed few day. I'm not fed up and depressed by the lockdown but by the people who think that it's okay to break the rules. By the tabloid media that run stories that convince people it's okay to go out and about, when it Isn't. By the political points scoring that has started to appear in all forms of media.Lastly I fed up with second home owners that have turned up during lockdown and appear to be going out and about most days.
Just like Pink Rabbit I have the blues.
22nd February 2017:
More rain again today, so it was another inside photo and to keep it fair, it was Rufus's turn to have his photo taken.
He's made himself very comfortable on the sofa so I took some photos of him cuddled up on the cushions. I hadn't the heart to move him.
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Juste envie de rien, de me laisser aller, ne plus penser, oublier les tracas de la vie. Stop !
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Leighton helped me with this. I am taking a break from photography for a lil while. I have a few problems at the moment that are taking up all my time and energy. This photo sort of depicts how I'm feeling at the moment. I want to thank all my friends for their support at this hard time. Thank you x
¡No se si escribir una novela, empezar una mantelerÃa a punto de cruz o colgarme del limonero!
Two more weeks of confinement and there is still no date for the elderly!
I don't know whether to start writing a book, pick up an old hobby (cross stitch) or hang myself on the lemon tree! (Just joking)
Is fedup because she wanted the chartreuse, grey and red ones, not the boring grey ones. The Chartreuse ones were meant for her, but I made them too big. They fit Peri nicely though. The grey ones actually look bigger, but only in height... she has fat feet. Ha.
I hope everyone know this.. FedEx are merging with UPS...Yup, you are the 1st one heard by me.. You know what they call them???.
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FEDUPS!!!!!!! ROFL
This forlorn little cemetery statue stopped me in my tracks recently. It struck me as the perfect metaphor for how I feel lately. Completely buried in a never-ending avalanche of bad news. I am a news junkie at heart, but even I've had to limit my exposure in an often futile effort to maintain mental wellness. The delayed outcome of the presidential election, coupled with the annoying and unnecessary delay in transition, have only served to punctuate an already awful year. And meanwhile the pandemic rages on. I was thinking the other day just how conditioned I've become to a daily onslaught of bad news. I recall the early days of the pandemic and the anxiety attacks that followed even a quick stop at a grocery store. Im way past that point now. Difficult to even remember a time before it all began. Going into stores without a mask; embracing people; shaking hands. Even family gatherings, all gone. Everything has changed this year, for better or worse. I feel oddly detached from the approaching holidays. The Covid format threatens to suck most of the joy right out of the season. I'm not quite as downbeat as this all sounds. I continue to find ways to relieve the stress by staying active and being creative. Can't help but wonder if artwork developed during the pandemic might someday be regarded as a unique genre. I'm not talking about photos of people wearing masks. Rather the subconscious impact on our worldview that emerges when we create. No doubt the pandemic has influenced us all, perhaps in ways that are yet to be recognized.