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BAe/McDonnell Douglas AV-8B and TAV-8B Harrier IIs, VMAT-203, over Southern California near MCAS Yuma.
Today, my photo from two days ago should have been included in Explore. It even got the comment that it is included in Explore. But it doesn't show up.
Flickr, stop messing up if you want to keep me as a pro member. For a start, I post this mess today which I never planned to post.
...if some pictures can only be shown or seen when the ppl who want to show or see them pay a fee that not everyone is able to pay, it will reduce the community. What artist pays to show his art to a non-existent audience. Some of us could and would pay for Pro-Membership to show our creativity... but is there sense in posting our art... and paying for it... when our audience is reduced to only the few ppl who are willing to pay the Pro-Membership too? Please Flickr... re-think the policy... find a better way to secure your financial base.
pierde fotos y sube otras que no se de donde las encuentra , he estado días sin ninguna foto, ahora veo 3 o 4 que las he subido yo, las demás las ha subido flickr de carpetas que yo nunca hubiera subido,me sabe mal porque a mi flickr me gustaba
"I sweep.
I spread a blanket out in the sun.
I cut grass behind the cabin.
Soon I will bring the blanket in again and make the bed.
The sun is over clouded.
Perhaps there will be rain.
A bell rings in the monastery.
A tractor growls in the valley.
Soon I will cut bread, eat supper, say psalms, sit in the back room as the sun sets, as the birds sing outside the window, as silence descends on the valley, as night descends.
As night descends on a nation intent upon ruin, upon destruction, blind, deaf to protest, crafty, powerful, unintelligent.
It is necessary to be alone, to be not part of this, to be in the exile of silence, to be in a manner of speaking a political prisoner.
No matter where in the world he may be, no matter what may be his power of protest, or his means of expression, the poet finds himself ultimately where I am.
Alone, silent, with the obligation of being very careful not to say what he does not mean, not to let himself be persuaded to say merely what another wants him to say, not to say what his own past work has led others to expect him to say.
The poet has to be free from everyone else, and first of all from himself, because it is through this 'self' that he is captured by others.
Freedom is found under the dark tree that springs up in the center of the night and of silence, the paradise tree, the axis mundi, which is also the Cross."
-Dancing in the Water of Life:
The Journals of Thomas Merton.
It was great to be there some days before Christmas. I enjoyed it very much! Somehting to speed-down.
Yes, you are right, I usually never do it ( meddling with the upload date..) but I like this one so much I would like to share it with you one more time.....
An influx of these birds took place from late March in Ireland Britain and luckily one occurred not very far away from where I was at the time.
The best I managed sadly
En esta foto se unen el mar, la montaña y el cielo; pero hay algo que no se puede ver, algo que hizo crecer esta tierra con el sudor y la sangre de unos trabajadores. Las minas; debajo de estas montañas hay kilómetros de galerías; hoy olvidadas, invadidas por el silencio y el mar. Un recuerdo para las sombras del pasado que las habitan.....Tierra Sagrada.. por muchos motivos..... por muchas personas.
In this photo the sea, the mountain and the sky join together; but there is something that can´t be seen, something that made this land grow with the sweat and blood of some workers. The mines; under these mountains there are miles of galleries; which are forgotten nowadays, invaded by the silence and the sea. A memory for the shadows of the past that inhabit them.... Sacred Land.. for many reasons..... by many people.