Nothing more fulfilling, relaxing, rejuvenating and humbling than being in the mountains !

This is at the Himalayan town of Manali.

We friends, went to this valley for some adventure sports, but sadly the rain gods had their own games to play !

But nonetheless, the rains always add to the beauty of any time and place and these were the mountains :)

Maybe I'm less cool now, I don't know

I just want to live before I die ♫

I've found what I want - Fulfilled ♡♡

Beginnings always hide themselves in ends

A dream fulfilled.

One of the shots I always wanted to do - and I tried a couple of times - but never found the right motorway, the right place to put the camera, the right amount of cars driving along, the right amount of light...

Maybe today was the day and this is the one! ;-)

oliver.br-creative.com | @facebook | @Getty Images

Time .. to fulfill its function.

Only for you see this is true, in this next photo I show the road with fog.

Thanks for viewing. ;)

This summer, we fulfilled a big wish of mine: Returning to Helgoland, the island of the Northern Gannets. These birds are so impressing and beautiful, majestic and fascinating - I could watch them for weeks. Every year, they build a breeding colony at the cliffs and allows the people to watch them raising their chicks.

Please respect my copyright. No use of the photo without my expressly permission.

And: I don't like Comment-Codes, "awards", or such groups. They will be deleted. Explanation at my profile.

Further to my previous post of the ruined church of St Lawrence, I took this photograph to show what the ubiquitous influence of Sir Lionel Lyde fulfilled. He commissioned this church around 1775 and it was built in 1778 on his land in Ayot St Lawrence, with the entrance facing his house. It was designed by Nicholas Revett, a Suffolk architect who was clearly passionate about classical buildings. The church was to serve the local villagers and also as a mausoleum to Sir Lionel and his wife, as seen by the pavilions on either side of the main structure. I personally think it is an abortion. He was a trader in the Caribbean and the church was undoubtedly built on the proceeds of slavery. As seen by my previous post, he desecrated a consecrated building to satisfy his own vanity.

As this grand old Live Oak tree reaches for the sky, the eruption of new growth at it’s extremities fulfills the promise of life that comes with each spring.

Tomorrow morning, Engine Room finally opens! Break past the doors and get all of your steampunk and fantasy kicks fulfilled. This round is stupidly amazing, and I lament for my wallet.

Check out the style guide and get a link to Engine Room right over here!

Engine Room opens at 12pm SLT, so get ready to shove your way in there. <3

(This avatar is a character that is played over at Morgan Pointe by Night, though, likely with less weird weapons attached to him. Usually.)

of a fulfilled life

(I. Ayivor)

Für das Klassik Open Air 2022 illuminiert: Das Neue Rathaus Hannover. Die Sehnsucht nach Musikgenuss in märchenhafter Umgebung wurde auch 2022 erfüllt. Vor der Kulisse des Neuen Rathauses erklangen an zwei Abenden Arien und Duette aus dem Opernrepertoire.

Illuminated for the Classic Open Air 2022: The Neue Rathaus Hannover. The yearning for music enjoyment in fairytale surroundings was also fulfilled in 2022. Arias and duets from the opera repertoire were performed on two evenings against the backdrop of the New Town Hall.

Website: www.heiko-roebke-photography.de

MariaLuz, just for you today.

Office bldg. built 1815 on rue Saint Paul in Old Montreal

We have fulfilled a long-cherished wish and made a trip to Namibia. A unforgettable experience on these Africa trips are game drives in the savannah. In the evening it is particularly exciting - you can get a rhino in front of the lens - and the incomparable African sunset with the typical acacia trees.

Wir haben uns einen lang gehegten Wunsch erfüllt und eine Reise nach Namibia unternommen. Ein Muss bei diesen Afrika-Reisen sind Pirschfahrten in der Savanne. Am Abend ist es besonders spannend - da bekommt man schon mal ein Nashorn vor die Linse - und dazu den unvergleichbaren afrikanischen Sonnenuntergang mit den typischen Akazienbäumen.

Z i b s k a

Oryctolagus

Dolos

& Sisu

... Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so

'Till the end of time ...

available at We <3 Role-Play

from 04 to 30 April

How to fulfill the week theme in which the sunlight is fundamental but in a rainy week?

I clicked with only few fainted sunrays through my window, but I'm not sure if this photo is really a high-key.

Mini candle: "Petit bouquet"

For: #Macro Mondays

Theme: #High-key

NO INVITES and GRAPHICS please!!! I appreciate and would really be happy to see your personal comments :) THANK YOU SO MUCH!

*********************oOo*********************

"God painted the hills in splendor today;

He tucked every sign of winter away.

The brown of the earth, each path that we trod,

Kissed by the wonderful magic of God.

Because God painted His beautiful Hills."

By: Garnett Ann Schultz

*********************oOo*********************

Have a MARVELOUS day my FRIENDS!!!

It's exciting and fulfilling to walk on new lanes and virgin paths. Contemporary it can be very exhausting and even dangerous too. Thats why its not only making sense but sometimes its even necessary following trails others left behind for us. When we do this, we have to be cautious and keep two things in mind (at least two). For one thing, we need to be attentive, where these trails are guiding us too. We need to look up again and again asking ourselves if we wanted to get here and if its good for ourselves to be here. If its not like this, we need to realign, change the direction and leave the trail. For the second thing, we need to make sure that we don't follow our own footprints because in that case, we are going in circles and will never reach somewhere.

Es ist sehr aufregend und erfüllend neue Wege zu gehen und auf jungfräulichen Pfaden zu wandern. Gleichzeitig kann dies jedoch auch äußerst anstrengend und manchmal sogar gefährlich sein. Deshalb macht es nicht nur Sinn sondern ist manchmal sogar nötig auch Spuren zu folgen, die andere für uns hinterlassen haben. Wenn wir das tun, müssen wir jedoch achtsam sein und zwei Dinge beachten (mindestens zwei). Zum einen müssen wir aufmerksam sein, wo die Spuren uns hin leiten. Wir müssen immer wieder aufblicken und uns fragen, ob wir hier hin wollten und ob es uns hier gut geht. Ist dem nichts so, gilt es sich neu zu orientieren, die Richtung zu wechseln und die Spur zu verlassen. Zum anderen müssen wir uns vergewissern, dass es nicht unsere eigene Spur ist, der wir folgen, denn ist sie das, laufen wir im Kreis und kommen nie irgendwo an.

more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de

About Corfe Castle

Corfe Castle is a stunning 11th century castle in Dorset, that has fulfilled a number of roles throughout its thousand-year history – from royal residence to military stronghold. Today Corfe Castle provides an atmospheric look into Britain’s medieval past, with its picturesque views and imposing structure attracting visitors from far and wide.

Corfe Castle history

The current incarnation of Corfe Castle was built by William the Conqueror in around 1066, although even before this the site was of great historical importance. Legend tells that when a Saxon hall stood on the site, the young Edward the Martyr was murdered there in 978 during a plot to position his half-brother Ethelred ‘the Unready’ as monarch. Edward was later canonised, with his feast day falling on the anniversary of his death – 18 March.

Following its construction as a medieval fortress, Corfe Castle would be expanded and altered over the coming centuries, especially in the 12th century by Edward I who built the imposing keep, and in the 13th century under King John. Not only did John further fortify the castle, he also used it as a prison and royal residence. Sold by Elizabeth I in 1572, Corfe Castle became a grand private home, first to Sir Christopher Hatton and later by Sir John Bankes in 1635.

The demise of Corfe Castle and the cause of its current ruined state came with the English Civil War. Having survived one siege in 1643, it would fall to another only 3 years later, before being slighted – or intentionally damaged – by the Parliamentarians. Its ruins were eventually handed back to the Bankes family, who retained it for 350 years before in 1982 gifting it to the National Trust.

Corfe Castle today

Today, Corfe Castle remains under the remit of the National Trust and is open to the public. Its romantic ruins sit high atop a natural ‘motte’, with many of its original features still well preserved. The castle’s towering 12th century keep may be explored, while a number of its gatehouses remain in good condition and allow visitors to walk through centuries of history.

Corfe Castle’s role as a military stronghold is also echoed in many of its hidden features – murder holes, fallen walls, and arrow loops to name a few. Stunning views of the village below may too be enjoyed from the castle’s elevated position, as well as the picturesque Purbeck Hills that surround it.

"So was fulfilled what was spoken through the prophet: 'I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world.'" - Matthew 13:35.

How do words, images and even music come together? How do our senses join in creating an inner symphony that has meaning and instills a sense of the mystery of our world?

The words quoted above come from the mouth of Jesus. I'm not sure we can ever fully understand this mysterious person. The one thing I'm convinced of is that Jesus, also known as Christos ("The Christ" or "Anointed One") is a universal and archetypal figure. Contrary to most views he was not particularly concerned with religion, and most certainly never intended to start a new one. So please don't read this as another religious message or an attempt to convert you to my views.

In truth, those things hidden from the foundation of the world are revealed to us as we need them, as we open our hearts to the inner longing that is often best understood non-verbally when we listen to music like that of Ludovico Einaudi. My own view has always been that music is the pure pathway to the soul. The true mystery of life is never understood by the head (reason), but through the heart (love). And I believe that images work on us in the same way as music.

Somehow as I listen to the music of modern minimalistic composers, I can feel this pulse that takes me right back to the foundation of the world - the origin of light and word (logos). You can feel it in the work of composers as varied as John Taverner, Arvo Pärt, John Adams, Max Richter, Ludovico Einaudi. You can hear it in Phillip Glass too, although he is more incessant in expressing that pulse.

But in this case image and music come together in Ludovico Einaudi's "L'Origine Nascosta" ("The Hidden Origin"):

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uz7bl4dUNQ

Jesus loved the beach. There's a gorgeous beach scene in what I consider to be the greatest film on the life of Jesus, Pier Paolo Pasolini's "The Gospel According to St Matthew" (1964). www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewzr-ioQ_9k Pasolini was not religious, but I think he understood Jesus comprehensively for that very reason - he didn't bring any baggage to the making of the film.

Pasolini shows Jesus meeting his first followers on the beach at the Sea of Galilee. And there an inner light shone to such an extent that a group of fishermen left their nets and followed Jesus to the end.

Due to my health condition, I am unable to hold or stabilize a camera for extended periods of time. Additionally, using a tripod has never been enjoyable for me, as it would cause pain when trying to position it correctly and constantly bending over to check the viewfinder. Consequently, I have chosen to explore digital AI artwork as an alternative. I understand that this may not be everyone's cup of tea, as it diverges from traditional photography. However, I have always granted myself the freedom to exercise artistic license and pursue whatever brings me joy. Currently, digital AI artwork fulfills that purpose, at least for the time being.

My Europe anthology - San Polo, Venice

Love me tender

Love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so

Love me tender

Love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darlin' I love you

And I always will

Love me tender

Love me long

Take me to your heart

For it's there that I belong

And we'll never part

Love me tender

Love me dear

Tell me you are mine

I'll be yours through all the years

Till the end of time

When at last my dreams come true

Darling this I know

Happiness will follow you

Everywhere you go

Elvis Presley

Always nice to come across moving waters when you’re out and about. You can hear the waters while walking but not yet sure of there origin of whereabouts. Nature has so much in store for us in the ways of mystery, beauty and awe. When we think we’ve seen and witnessed the best of Nature’s majesty she always surprises us with more. Thanks for viewing my photos. Gratitude and Kindness can help fulfill your day no matter where you are on your so be patient and grateful.

Fulfilling my newyears Rezo! :P

Back...

To a home of wonders and great adventrues..

Back to the United Arab emirates...

A World of Creativity and passion..

A place of tranquility and peace..

To a land of Grace and prosperity

Where Everyone's Dreams Can be fulfilled ^_^ !!!

Taken by : ME =)

Place: Heathrow Airport ~!

Back to the UAe everyone =D ~!..7amdela 3ala salamty hehe =P

walla 7ar ya nas -_- lo0o0ol

jam3a time =( ..

At the sound of the tolling midnight bell

a brand new year will begin.

Let’s raise our hopes in a confidant toast,

to the promise it ushers in.

May your battles be few, your pleasure many,

your wishes and dreams fulfilled.

May your confidence stand in the face of loss

and give you the strength to rebuild.

May peace of heart fill all your days

may serenity grace your soul.

May tranquil moments bless your life

and keep your spirit whole.

Doc and I want to wish all of our friends here on Flickr, a very Happy New Year filled with joy, love, and good health.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

"The fulfillment of your dreams lies within you and you alone."

Gloucester, Massachusetts

The estuary was full and the sun began to set on the River Dwyryd, North Wales.

passion fruit

pears

polaroid

full blooms of the buds in Beginnings

Fulfill this desire

To finally be the king

Of such vast lands

That you never imagined

To hold everything in your hands

But you already are

Humana

And driven by all the winds

Even if some may test your faith

Look only at the light

And raise your voice

Humana

www.youtube.com/watch?v=czDAJHRXAwg&list=RDczDAJHRXAw...

A fulfilling life is different to each person. You have to acknowledge your dreams, and not just wait for life to happen, and opportunities to come knocking at your door.

Cloth: gatcha GB - Epiphany

“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.”

― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

2-1.34+umablowanie-2

Narnia’ trail was opened in Banstead Woods and Chipstead Downs Nature Reserve on 22 June 2017.

Visitors can meet Aslan the Lion, spot Lucy Pevensey waiting by the lamppost and even walk through the wardrobe entrance to Narnia, complete with hanging coats. Carved posts depicting the site's special flora an fauna mark out the route.

The figures have been carved from standing deadwood by talented chainsaw sculptor Ella from The Tree Pirates, making use of the site’s own existing natural resources.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is a fantasy novel for children by C. S. Lewis, published by Geoffrey Bles in 1950. It is the first published and best known of seven novels in The Chronicles of Narnia (1950–1956).

Most of the novel is set in Narnia, a land of talking animals and mythical creatures that is ruled by the evil White Witch. In the frame story, four English children are relocated to a large, old country house following a wartime evacuation. The youngest, Lucy, visits Narnia three times via the magic of a wardrobe in a spare room. Lucy's three siblings are with her on her third visit to Narnia. In Narnia, the siblings seem fit to fulfill an old prophecy and find themselves adventuring to save Narnia and their own lives. The lion Aslan gives his life to save one of the children; he later rises from the dead, vanquishes the White Witch, and crowns the children Kings and Queens of Narnia.- From Wikipedia

en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lion,_the_Witch_and_the_Wardrobe

Leyenda sobre la Torre de Hércules – Gerión

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Explore #30

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

de/from: matiasortegacarmona.blogspot.com.es/

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Cuenta la leyenda que hace muchos, muchísimos años, existió un malvado gigante que tenía atemorizados a los habitantes de un bello país. No le bastaba con tomar, para él, la parte de las cosechas que necesitaba para su sustento, sino que, además, acostumbraba a arrasar el resto.

Sus correrías habían sumido en la más absoluta miseria a los esforzados campesinos que morían de hambre o a manos de aquella terrible criatura cuando, desquiciados, osaban oponerse a él. Aquellas pobres gentes, hartas de sufrir las fechorías del despiadado ogro, pidieron ayuda al Dios Hércules quien acudió a socorrerles.

Aunque era un Dios, no fue una empresa fácil para Hércules enfrentarse a Gerión (así se llamaba aquel gigante), quien poseía toda la fuerza que es capaz de acumular la maldad. Durante muchos días se enfrentaron sin que la lucha pareciese tener fin. La tierra temblaba ante el embate de los dos colosos. En varias ocasiones pareció que alguno de los contendientes había llegado al límite de sus fuerzas pero, empujados por misteriosas energías, se recuperaban y la lucha seguía con mayor ferocidad aún. Hércules, finalmente, se impuso a Gerión; una vez abatido el gigante le cortó la cabeza y lo sepultó bajo una gran torre. Esta construcción, desafiando al tiempo, ha perdurado hasta nuestros días como símbolo e identidad de una gran ciudad, A Coruña.

Esto es, dicho a mi manera, lo que cuenta la leyenda. Quizás por ser leyenda y porque me parece que los gigantes también tienen corazón, pienso que la historia muy bien podría haber ocurrido de este otro modo:

Hace mucho, mucho tiempo…

Las pocas casas que aun estaban en pie eran presa de las llamas. Los habitantes del pueblo, que no habían perecido en el ataque, corrían despavoridos buscando un lugar donde ocultarse de aquellos malhechores y sobre todo de su jefe, el gigante Gerión. Este, veía correr a la pobre gente que, desde su altura, le parecían conejos asustados en busca de una madriguera y sonreía divertido ante el terror que causaba. Mientras tanto, el resto de aquellos bandidos se dedicaban a los más sórdidos actos de pillaje.

En la vida de Gerión era tan sólo un día más y esos actos vandálicos formaban parte de su rutina cotidiana. Desde que nació había sido diferente. Su rápido desarrollo fue motivo para que la gente, primero, se riese de él y poco después empezase a temerle. La falta de cariño le convirtió en un ser rencoroso y su mísera infancia alimentó su desprecio hacía el resto del mundo. Creció de forma desmesurada hasta convertirse en un gigante a quien nadie podía hacer frente. Su existencia pasaba por ser la crónica de tristes y devastadores sucesos en los que, él, era el gran protagonista. Hacía ya muchos años que se dedicaba a sembrar el terror por doquier, arrasando todo lo que encontraba a su paso. Su fama y el temor que despertaba era tal que la gente se estremecía solo con oír su nombre.

Después de su última fechoría y de haber disfrutado del botín de la misma, Gerión ordenó a sus hombres que se preparasen para ponerse en camino. Buscarían un nuevo lugar en el que seguir engrandeciendo su leyenda.

Así, llegaron a un país de bosques tan espesos que apenas dejaban pasar la luz. La vegetación era tan exuberante que apenas había caminos. Los montes llegaban al mar, formando abruptos acantilados y sus moradores vivían en dispersas aldeas. Gerión había oído hablar de una tierra como aquella en la que también, se decía, habitaban hadas y meigas. Al instante, quedó cautivado por aquel lugar. Sus ansias de lucha y de saqueo se evaporaron, como si nunca hubiesen estado en él. Por ello avisó a sus acompañantes para que, en forma alguna, atentasen contra aquella tierra o sus habitantes.

Aquellos bandidos, interpretaron las palabras del gigante como un signo de debilidad y lejos de obedecerle decidieron rebelarse contra él. Aprovecharon para atacarle mientras dormía y, aunque le hirieron gravemente, la fortaleza de Gerión era tan grande que se repuso lo suficiente para acabar con sus antiguos camaradas de fechorías.

Tumbado en el bosque, en estado febril por las heridas recibidas, Gerión, pensó que deliraba cuando oyó las voces de las dos mujeres. Se trataba de dos hermosas meigas (¿quién dice que las meigas no pueden ser hermosas y buenas?) que informaron a Gerión de que sus días en la tierra estaban llegando a su fin. También le ofrecieron un deseo cada una, pero con la condición de que para que estos se cumpliesen el gigante debería mostrarse antes verdaderamente arrepentido de la vida que había llevado. Gerión aceptó y pasó sus últimos días subiendo a las cimas más elevadas de aquel territorio. Sentado en lo más alto, ahíto con la belleza del paisaje, lloraba y lloraba, arrepentido de los muchos pecados que había cometido. Tantas eran sus lágrimas que, al desprenderse por las montañas, iban abriendo surcos en las mismas, formando ríos que, en su encuentro con el mar, moldeaban la costa con rincones maravillosos.

Las meigas entendieron que el arrepentimiento de Gerión era real y decidieron concederle sus deseos. Gerión, ya moribundo, pidió a estas que su cuerpo, que tanta maldad había contenido, fuese enterrado junto al mar y sobre su tumba se edificase una torre que le impidiese volver a salir a la luz. Su segundo deseo fue que su espíritu pudiese volar, libremente, acompañando a las aves.

Cuentan que las meigas pidieron ayuda a Hércules para enterrar a Gerión y construir la torre, junto al mar. También dicen que, acompañando a cualquier ave de las que surcan los cielos de Galicia, si lo intentamos, podremos identificar el espíritu de Gerión que, incansable, vigila aquella tierra de la que sigue enamorado, aun, en el más allá.

Matías Ortega Carmona

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Legend has it that many, many years ago, there was an evil giant who had the inhabitants of a beautiful country frightened. It was not enough for him to take, for himself, the part of the crops that he needed for his sustenance, but also, he used to destroy the rest.

His escapades had plunged the hardworking peasants who died of hunger or at the hands of that terrible creature into the most absolute misery when, mad, they dared to oppose him. Those poor people, tired of suffering the misdeeds of the ruthless ogre, asked the God Hercules for help, who came to their aid.

Although he was a God, it was not an easy task for Hercules to face Geryon (that giant was called), who possessed all the strength that evil is capable of accumulating. For many days they faced each other without the fight seeming to have an end. The earth trembled before the attack of the two colossi. On several occasions it seemed that some of the contenders had reached the limit of their strength but, pushed by mysterious energies, they recovered and the fight continued with even greater ferocity. Hercules finally prevailed over Geryon; Once he was down, the giant cut off his head and buried him under a great tower. This construction, defying time, has lasted to this day as a symbol and identity of a great city, A Coruña.

This is, said in my way, what the legend tells. Perhaps because it is a legend and because it seems to me that giants also have hearts, I think that the story could very well have happened in this other way:

A long long time ago…

The few houses that were still standing were in flames. The inhabitants of the town, who had not perished in the attack, ran terrified looking for a place to hide from those criminals and especially from their leader, the giant Geryon. This one, he saw the poor people running who, from his height, looked like frightened rabbits in search of a burrow and he smiled amused at the terror they caused. Meanwhile, the rest of those bandits engaged in the most sordid acts of pillage.

In Geryon's life it was just another day and such vandalism was part of his daily routine. Ever since he was born he had been different. His rapid development caused people to first laugh at him and soon after start to fear him. His lack of affection made him resentful and his miserable childhood fueled his contempt for the rest of the world. He grew inordinately until he became a giant that no one could face. His existence was considered to be the chronicle of sad and devastating events in which he was the main protagonist. For many years he had dedicated himself to sowing terror everywhere, destroying everything he found in his path. His fame and the fear he aroused was such that people shuddered just hearing his name.

After his last misdeed and having enjoyed the spoils of it, Geryon ordered his men to prepare to set out. They would look for a new place in which to continue magnifying his legend.

Thus, they arrived in a country with forests so thick that they barely let in the light. The vegetation was so lush that there were hardly any paths. The mountains reached the sea, forming steep cliffs and their inhabitants lived in scattered villages. Geryon had heard of a land like that in which, it was said, fairies and witches also lived. Instantly, he was captivated by that place. His urge to fight and plunder evaporated, as if they had never been in him. For this reason, he warned his companions so that, in no way, they attacked that land or its inhabitants.

Those bandits interpreted the giant's words as a sign of weakness and far from obeying him, they decided to rebel against him. They took the opportunity to attack him while he slept, and although they seriously wounded him, Geryon's strength was so great that he recovered enough to finish off his former comrades-in-deed.

Lying in the woods, feverish from his wounds, Geryon thought he was delirious when he heard the voices of the two women. It involved two beautiful witches (who says witches can't be beautiful and good?) who informed Geryon that his days on earth were coming to an end. They also offered him one wish each, but on the condition that in order for these to be fulfilled, the giant must first show himself to be truly sorry for the life he had led. Geryon accepted and spent his last days climbing to the highest peaks of that territory. Sitting on the top, overwhelmed with the beauty of the landscape, he cried and cried, repentant of the many sins he had committed. So many were his tears that, as they fell from the mountains, they opened furrows in them, forming rivers that, in their encounter with the sea, shaped the coast with wonderful corners.

The meigas understood that he regrets

Matías Ortega Carmona

En este lugar la presencia de individuos de Enallagma cyathigerum es muy numerosa y los machos adultos pelean para conseguir hembras y cumplir con el fin principal de su existencia, perpetuar la especie.

Los machos (en esta especie) serán siempre azules y las hembras podrán ser androcromas (mismo color que el macho) o heterocromas (distinto color), verdosas o pardas.

Fotograma recortado un 5%

En el Coto. Villena (Alicante) España

In this place the presence of individuals of Enallagma cyathigerum is very numerous and the adult males fight to get females and fulfill the main purpose of their existence, to perpetuate the species.

Males (in this species) will always be blue and females may be androchromic (same color as the male) or heterochromatic (different color), greenish or brown.

Frame cut 5%

In el Coto. Villena (Alicante) Spain

I am fulfilling a request from Michael Figdor. Hope it meets your expectations, my friend. It was not an easy assignment :-)

Sitting along the Nette river.. finding this wonderful Kingfisher encounter

youtu.be/T0yC0Rc_08M?si=W-IuqLtW2jpcMV2b

Today I fulfilled a bit of a dream to capture a U.K. Hawfinch photo on my camera. I got lucky and had this individual show for a few mins in Forest of Dean. Feel very privileged to have got this photograph. (Thanks for viewing my photos)

February 2025 celebrates International Brownie Camera Days. This image came from my 1950's Kodak Hawkeye Brownie. Film used was 620 Harman Phoenix 200 ISO.

I have always granted myself the freedom to exercise artistic license and pursue whatever brings me joy. Currently, shots from my cellphone and digital AI artwork fulfill that purpose, at least for the time being.

If in doubt which is my work and which is Generative AI, just look for the watermark on my photography.

Gerbera - April 14 2024-3

Love Fulfills the Law.*

8

Owe nothing to anyone, except to love one another; for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law.f

9

The commandments, “You shall not commit adultery; you shall not kill; you shall not steal; you shall not covet,” and whatever other commandment there may be, are summed up in this saying, [namely] “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

10

Love does no evil to the neighbor; hence, love is the fulfillment of the law.