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... inlove to stay in front of the cheminée at the heat of those flames

Flamed-ramped Tanagers. Male (on the top) watching two arguing females

"Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You)"

 

Created for Macro Mondays # Flame

  

Old flames can't hold a candle to you

No one can light up the night like you do

Flickering embers of love

I've known one or two

But old flames can't hold a candle to you

  

Dolly Parton

I love bougainvilleas. Bougainvilleas are not only very common around San Diego and seem to bloom on and off all year round, but they also come in so many different colors. I had to create a separate album for them on my Flickr page. Posting two pictures today of couple of color varieties that I found growing next to each other on my neighborhood walk yesterday.

 

NikonD7500

Pentacon Auto 50mm f/1.8 MC

f/2.8

1/400

ISO100

Flame Robin

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This male's white splash was so noticable that at first I thought he might be a Scarlet Robin.

Cheap Trick

 

Another night slowly closes in,

And I feel so lonely.

Touching heat freezing on my skin,

I pretend you still hold me.

Im going crazy, Im losing sleep.

Im in too far, Im in way too deep over you.

I cant believe youre gone.

You were the first, youll be the last.

 

Wherever you go, Ill be with you.

Whatever you want, Ill give it to you.

Whenever you need someone to lay your heart and head upon.

Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,

I will be the flame.

I will be the flame.

 

Watching shadows move across the wall,

I feel so frightened.

I wanna run to you, I wanna call,

But Ive been hit by lightening.

Just cant stand up for fallin apart.

Cant see through this veil across my heart, over you.

Youll always be the one.

You were the first, youll be the last.

 

Wherever you go, Ill be with you.

Whatever you want, Ill give it to you.

Whenever you need someone to lay your heart and head upon.

Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,

I will be the flame.

I will be the flame.

 

Im going crazy, Im losing sleep.

Im in too far, Im in way too deep over you.

Youll always be the one.

You were the first, youll be the last.

 

Wherever you go, Ill be with you.

Whatever you want, Ill give it to you.

Whenever you need someone to lay your heart and head upon.

Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,

I will be the flame.

I will be the flame.

 

Whatever you want, Ill give it to you.

Wherever you go, Ill be with you.

And whatever you want, Ill give it to you.

#MacroMondays - #Flame - I gave its name Cando, that picked from candle

MM flame…… no surprise I liked the blue

 

So I think I’ll need a third hand here - right hand to hold the lighter, left hand to work the cellphone button, how to measure without a third hand?

 

The #MacroMondays theme for 1/19/26 is #flame. Was leery of fire and flames but did the lighter. Also tried faux tea lights but liked the lighter the best so it’s my choice.

  

………💙🔥HMM🔥💙

Considering the huge expense this country has gone to in the last few days. I wondered how tricky it would be to create my own Olympic flame. And guess what it was not nor was it expensive. I did not need a B A Airbus to ferry it over from Greece. The hardest bit was photographing it so that I held the detail in the flame.

Powązki Cemetery in Warsaw on 2 November 2008

Anybody else remember Johnny Storm? :)

 

Getting really close to that candle flame now! Click on my photo to view it large.

 

FOR THE GROUP, MACRO MONDAY, and this week's theme, "Lit by Candlelight."

 

See more themed micro (macro) photographs in my developing set, “Macro Mondays:”

 

www.flickr.com/photos/motorpsiclist/sets/72157635795827883/

  

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See more in my set, "Flame On!: "

 

www.flickr.com/photos/motorpsiclist/albums/72157709809640...

Gazania rigens or African Daisy, Treasure Flower, Asteraceae family

Flame Robin

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As she turned around a gust of wind lifted up the head feathers.

I liked some of my other flames better, but it just seemed interesting cropped like this.

Flame at the Skirball Center Holocaust exhibit. Hand held in the dark.

Seconde capitale de Sri Lanka après la destruction d'Anuradhapura en 993, Polonnaruwa comprend, à côté des monuments brahmaniques élevés par les Cholas, les restes monumentaux de la fabuleuse cité-jardin créée au XIIe siècle par Parakramabahu le Grand.

Ce palais, bâti par Parakrama Bahu comptait 7 étages et 1000 pièces, reposant sur plusieurs centaines de piliers peints, rayonnants de motifs de fleur et de plantes grimpantes. Il fût détruit par un incendie, seuls deux étages de cette magnifique demeure ont échappé au flammes. Tout autour, les maisons des serviteurs.

 

Second capital of Sri Lanka after the destruction of Anuradhapura in 993, Polonnaruwa includes, next to the Brahmanic monuments erected by the Cholas, the monumental remains of the fabulous garden city created in the 12th century by Parakramabahu the Great. This palace, built by Parakrama Bahu had 7 floors and 1000 rooms, resting on several hundred painted pillars, radiating flower motifs and climbing plants. It was destroyed by a fire, only two floors of this magnificent residence escaped the flames. All around, the servants' houses.

Camp Fire, Colour ot the flame came from copper based chemicals.

This group of towers is visible from just about everywhere in Baku. They contain residential apartments, a hotel and offices, and are lit at night to resemble rising flames.

Flame Robin

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Another from the roadside puddle.

[Ecuador 2021] This tanager is conspicuous for its bright yellow-orange face, black mask and ear patch. Tandayapa ecolodge san jorge.

"The world is burning and we are the flames." -- Michael t. Coe

  

Happy (day late) Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope you all were able to enjoy the holiday <3

No selective colouring

Flame of a candle

A welcome sight on a cold rainy day to see a roaring log fire.

The logs had a wonderful aroma.

Interesting flame shapes.

Biddulph Grange.

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Upon the shore, where shadows blend,

He writes, a tale he cannot mend.

His voice, a thread spun on the tide,

Revealing love he cannot hide.

 

She listens close, beyond his gaze,

A phantom born of twilight’s haze.

Her heart, the sunset’s burning hue,

A secret flame he never knew.

 

The ocean breathes, a steady song,

With his desire to sing along.

For her, the woman of his dreams,

A mystery bathed in golden beams.

 

He wonders if the stars conspire,

To set his heart on endless fire.

Yet in the veil of clouds' embrace,

She watches with a hidden face.

 

Each word he speaks, it finds its mark,

A quiet echo in her heart.

And though apart, they stand the same,

Two lives bound by a whispered flame.

 

The beach grows dim, the stars appear,

But she remains, in silence near.

A fleeting moment, worlds apart,

Bound by the rhythm, of a beating heart.

 

Lost

 

217c 8 - TAC_8386 - lr-ps

it is a little flower. I like the colour of the flower.

 

this image has been taken at popular botanical garden ooty, Tamilnadu, india.

 

thanks for every one for views, faves, comments and follows.

Burning citronella outside to keep the mosquitoes away - the flame caught my eye.

A re-work from a shot a few years ago.

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