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A set of golden poppy pics today. These flowers have so much beautiful detail. See comments for second image.
Euphorbia cyparissias (Zypressenwolfsmilch, cypress spurge) Gorge de l'Orbe, Les Clées, Vaud, Switzerland.
One of my attempts at the "Macro Mondays" theme "Red and Green".
HSS!
Shot with an Agfa "101-124 mm F 5.6" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
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Full Flow
We have just spent the last few days in Glencoe in which we had some mixed conditions weather wise. This is the River Coupall looking towards Buachaille Etive Mor, heavy rain over the previous days lead to a very full flowing river and with late afternoon light helping to enhance the mood.
The River Coupall, Glen Coe
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At midstream you stand, the flowing current
touch your feet, transient, fleeting, in an instant.
Flows the water current, constantly touching you
How many cusecs of it, you think, belongs to you ?
Either consider the entire water current is yours
else be certain, really nothing of it is yours
What you belong to is what that belongs to you
Yet, own nothing of the Whole that you belong to
Only class of conscious force is at work
in all parts of each thing of everything Here
All five elements have come into existence
by reason of distinct discrimination of essence
Comfort and discomfort experienced by the senses
Chemical reactions of different types of substances
which collide with the senses in different conditions
and create subtle , entirely varied vibrations
All mental and physical substance, existent
Are part of the incessant flowing force, consistent
Substances flow unceasing, uninterrupted
Your belongings are eternal, unlimited.
Immortal Soul is pure, in union with One
'I' am part of the Whole, which contains me.
Whole is One, a part of which 'I' am wholly
at one with the One, the Whole belongs to me.
- Anuj Nair
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Situated within the Þingvellir National Park in Southwest Iceland, the Öxarárfoss waterfall is one of the best-known waterfalls of Iceland.
It flows from the Öxará river that cascades in two streams over the Almannagjá gorge cliffs, that touch the eastern boundaries of North American and Eurasian tectonic plates. With a height of 13 meters and an average width of 20 meters, this waterfall is positioned inside Almannagjá, in the Mid-Atlantic Ridge.
from nisargadatta maharaj: “wisdom tells me i am nothing. love tells me i am everything. between the two my life flows.”
A fun morning with a some of the Focus crew at Warriewood. The combination of the incoming tide and large than expected swell meant that the rock shelf wasn't accessible, but standing on the beach watching the colour develop in the sky with the warm water flowing around your feet is a great way to start the day.
Spending nights out during the midnight sun period in Northern Norway is a highlight for me each summer. Found this waterfall illuminated by the golden light and decided to go for an intimate photo as I found the golden flow quite beautiful!
Flow @June 2020 Mesa Potamos, Cyprus
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Theme : Milkyway Photography
Series : Night Stories
Location : Mesa Potamos, Cyprus
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It wasn’t all sunsets and speedos on this trip to Fuerteventura. And although Ali reminded me that our time here started almost three weeks later last year, we’ve been on the island in deepest winter before and not seen any rain. This time, the heavens vented forth on a number of occasions. Never for more than about three minutes at a time, and quite often followed by warm sunshine almost immediately, but even so - we’d come here to escape the end of the winter at home. The first week and a half were dogged by “La Calima,” with sand blasted across the sea from the Sahara Desert that whipped around us with alarming vigour. The exfoliating shower gel in the wash bag back at the hotel might as well have been left at home in view of the free skin care regime the elements were offering. Today, we’d decided to walk to the rim of Calderon Hondo, a nearby volcano, only to be rained upon as we arrived at the top. I’d never felt so cold here before. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Last year, the temperatures had at times reached the low thirties, but at the moment we were more than ten degrees cooler as we sat at the edge of the crater feeling slightly downcast. There was no point in going and lying on the beach today. We’re not into suffering for the sake of it you know.
So after descending back to the leeward side of the volcano and the comfort of the car, we came here. Well we didn’t at first - instead we decided to head down a very rough track at a quarter speed, dodging sharp stones and wondering whether it really was such a great idea. Eventually, we shuffled uncomfortably over a very lumpy entrance to what passed for a parking area at the top of the cliffs, and squeezed in next to a series of far more rugged looking vehicles. There was a path down to the sea, where two kamikaze windsurfers were trying their best to shred their boards and bodies into untidy ribbons, racing towards the rocks at the shore before changing course at the last moment. Maybe I could try photographing the water coming in over those rocks? Or maybe I should have pulled up at the other end of this long beach - the end that offered rather more possibilities than here; the end where I had unfinished business from last year. Twelve months earlier I’d taken what I thought was a lovely glowing long exposure of an uncovered rock, only to find the raw image was about as sharp as a swimming pool full of candy floss. The submarine shaped rock in the sand looked as if the captain had just received instructions to intercept the stranger on the shore just as I hit the shutter. Maybe a wave had come in and nudged the tripod at the moment of truth. Maybe it was a simple case of user incompetence. It wouldn’t be the first time. We’ll come back to that image - writing this tale has reminded me of a tool that wasn’t in the armoury until recently.
The only thing was, the light didn’t look like it was going to play ball today, so whatever this was going to be, it wasn’t going to be a repeat performance. Even so, we crept over boulders and back along the dirt road to the headland at the edge of town, where Ali pulled out her kindle and I headed off towards the beach with the camera. In the absence of a warm glow on the horizon, maybe a moody flow on the foreground would fill the void. I wandered along the clifftop towards the beach, passing the usual array of ancient motorhomes from various corners of Europe, certain that at least one of them hadn’t budged an inch since our visit here last year. Down by the water, I felt at least that I was in familiar territory. Chasing receding streaks of white foam back down towards the sea isn’t exactly a leap from what I’m often playing at ten miles down the road from home, and for once, I stopped as soon as I knew I had a shot in the bag and moved onto something else.
“That looks just like the cappuccino I’m having,” was the response from one of my clearly not too occupied correspondents as she viewed the image over her morning coffee. By now, I was missing cappuccino - I’d moved onto black coffee for the duration of the holiday for practical reasons - so it wasn’t at all difficult to see it for myself. I’ve got one of those milk frothing gizmos at home now, and after years of trying, I’ve finally got my home brews just how I like them, chocolate sprinkles et al. Although I don’t usually take mine on the rocks; not unless it’s summer, and today didn’t feel like summer at all.
It wasn’t the end of the rain, although this was as gloomy as it got during our stay. Most sunset hours at the coast would be spent trying to balance out vicious dynamic ranges, and this was perhaps the only time before sunset that the histogram didn’t have a tantrum on the back of the camera. If I said I’d taken this at home in Cornwall, nobody would have batted an eyelid. But while it was reassuring to shoot a moody dark sky, we were here for warm afternoons on the beach. So thank goodness the sun was shining the next morning.
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Cottam Power Station. The River Trent was flowing fast...left to right...along with the late afternoon clouds shifting along on a stiff breeze. The long exposure helps recreate the sense of 'Flow' to my mind.
Instead of waiting for happiness to flow
toward you, let it flow from you.
(unknown)
Smile on Saturday! :-) - Let it Flow!
Weekly Theme Challenge - Abstract
PRISMA DE COLORES - Red
(photo by Freya)
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