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Storm 'Freya' brought a deluge of rain last night....an early morning visit found the Kestrels feeding on a glut of worms forced out of their homes by flooding......Great for Kestrels....me....but....not so good for the worms.
This female landed about 10ft in front of me, just enough time to crouch and take a couple of shots before she flew off with her prize.....yum....yum....!!
Nikon d850....300mm f4 pf.....1/1000th sec....f4.....iso 500.
lumen print
I could not for the life of me get this to scan the same color it is.
oh well.
there will now be a glut of lumen prints. I am deconstructing my mother's day bouquet. and it's sunny and beautiful outside.
Sonnenaufgang an der Niers
....ein Tag im Oktober 2007 bei Wachtendonk.........
Explore am 26.11.2007
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© Copyright by Niederrheiner 2007
Bedecke deinen Himmel, Zeus,
Mit Wolkendunst,
Und übe, dem Knaben gleich,
Der Disteln köpft,
An Eichen dich und Bergeshöhn;
Musst mir meine Erde
Doch lassen stehn
Und meine Hütte,
Die du nicht gebaut,
Und meinen Herd,
Um dessen Glut
Du mich beneidest.
Goethe
Es sind die Lebenden, die den Toten die Augen schließen.
Es sind die Toten, die den Lebenden die Augen öffnen.
(Slawisches Sprichwort)
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Requiem
Seele, vergiß sie nicht,
Seele, vergiß nicht die Toten!
Sieh, sie umschweben dich,
Schauernd, verlassen,
Und in den heiligen Gluten,
Die den Armen die Liebe schürt,
Atmen sie auf und erwärmen,
Und genießen zum letzten Mal
Ihr verglimmendes Leben.
Seele, vergiß sie nicht,
Seele, vergiß nicht die Toten!
Sieh, sie umschweben dich,
Schauernd, verlassen,
Und wenn du dich erkaltend
Ihnen verschließst, erstarren sie
Bis hinein in das Tiefste.
Dann ergreift sie der Sturm der Nacht,
Dem sie, zusammengekrampft in sich,
Trotzten im Schoße der Liebe,
Und er jagt sie mit Ungestüm
Durch die unendliche Wüste hin,
Wo nicht Leben mehr ist, nur Kampf
Losgelassener Kräfte
Um erneuertes Sein!
Seele, vergiß sie nicht,
Seele, vergiß nicht die Toten!
Christian Friedrich Hebbel
Bernstein conducting Debussy: "Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune Afternoon of a Faun Nachmittag eines Fauns" (youtube)
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fotobearbeitung editing mirroring DMC-GH3 - P1380097_2019-04-23 Storyline, Dramaturgie, Verlauf, Ablauf, Querverweise, Parallelen, rote Fäden, die sich durchziehen, nicht abreissen, Fäden die sich kreuzen:.... folgt dem Rhythmus. Liegt auf der Hand.... Musikalisch: wir bleiben bei Bernstein
Montezuma Oropendola - This seems to be a fairly common bird in Costa Rica. They would often fly in as squawking, noisy groups much like the Mexican Jays we see at Madera Canyon; scaring off the smaller birds. This is a medium sized bird, maybe a little larger then the aforementioned Mexican Jays. This image was taken in very low light, at a high ISO, so there was a lot of noise in the background. One of the editing techniques I regularly employ is to copy and open the RAW image and tweak it for the subject and save as a PSD (BIRD), and then open the same copied RAW file and reprocess it for the background and save as PSD (BACKGROUND). I treat them as two separate images and then layer them so that I am erasing my corrected bird from a super glass smooth background. It takes some time, but for me, the results are well worth the effort. I used to be embarrassed to discuss my editing process, as it is rather involved depending on the image. I thought that if I had to do a lot of processing, that meant I was a crappy photographer incapable of getting a perfected image straight from the camera. Now I embrace the time I spend on each image. There are so many amazing images out there, and I think, what can I do to distinguish my work from the glut of great nature and wildlife pictures that are produced and posted every single day. I don't know if I am succeeding or not, but I am satisfied that I am giving each of my images the best of everything I know how to in order to bring them to life.
©R.C. Clark: Dancing Snake Nature Photography
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Die zerfallene Kirche
Was weiß die Welt von deiner geheimen Pracht,
Zerfallne Kirche, tief in des Waldes Nacht?
Entzückt sah ich dich vor mir liegen,
Als ich hinunter in's Thal gestiegen.
Andächt'gen Sinnes schritt ich in dein Portal,
Geführt vom sonnengoldigen Abendstral,
Der deine gothisch ernsten Bogen
Prächtig mit Purpur und Gold bezogen.
Zu roten Gluten war der Altar entflammt,
Gehalten ward ein feierlich Seelenamt
Dem Frühling, welcher in die Lüfte
Sterbend verhauchte die letzten Düfte.
Der Wind durchrauschte rings die Gebüsche all',
Das klang wie mächtig brausender Orgelschall!
Und blaue Blumen, tief erschrocken,
Schwangen die zitternden Blütenglocken.
Von Rosenkelchen fielen die Blätter ab,
Wie lichte Thränen auf ein geliebtes Grab,
Und hoch aus den verfallnen Chören
Senkten sich Gräser zu Trauerflören.
Auf allen Halmen glänzte geweihtes Naß,
Die blühnde Linde schwenkte das Weihrauchfaß,
Und Klaggesänge ließ erschallen
Schluchzend die letzte der Nachtigallen.
Allmählich schwand des sinkenden Tages Schein,
Und durch die Fenster glänzte der Mond herein.
Der Lenz war todt; doch durch die Fernen
Schwebte sein Geist zu den lichten Sternen.
Max Kalbeck
Merry Christmas
my dear flickr friends ...
may the star of a new morning
wait for you
with spreaded arms
full of light.
Steh auf,
wenn die Schatten
dunkel um dich wachsen,
und nimm nur die Glut
deiner Träume
mit auf den Weg.
Die Nacht hat viele Türen,
doch sei gewiss:
der Stern
eines neuen Morgens
wartet bereits auf dich
mit ausgebreitetenArmen
voll von Licht .
Isabella Schneider
*
Rise, if the shade grow darkly around you ,
take only the glow from your dreams on the way.
The night has many doors,
but certainly : the star of a new morning
waits already for you
with spreaded arms
full of light.
*
The Murtoa Grain Store was constructed in 1941 as a solution for grain storage during a wheat glut, when exports were restricted. The store was closed in 1989. The shed is now on the Australian Heritage List.
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Audi S3 Exclusive Edition in Glut Orange. Audi created only 5 of the S3 Exclusive Editions in Vegas Yellow, Viper Green, Glut Orange, Sepang Blue and Misano Red.
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Nachdem die beiden Werbeloks von TXLogistik leider Geschichte sind, ist die 185 077 mit DB Cargo aktuell die einzige Maschine auf deutschen Schienen, die ein feuriges Motiv zeigt. Am 20. Juni 2025 bespannte sie den Neuwagentransport GAG 51142 von Seelze nach Mannheim. Ladegut waren elektrische Volkswagen des Typs ID.7, die im Werk Emden produziert wurden. Bei Hermannspiegel im osthessischen Haunetal konnte ich den Zug in seiner gesamten Länge aufnehmen. Wer genau hinsieht, kann übrigens noch einen zweiten Zug im Bild entdecken.
Now that TXLogistik's two advertising locomotives are sadly a thing of the past, the 185 077 with DB Cargo is currently the only engine on German rails to feature a fiery motif. On 20 June 2025, it hauled the GAG 51142 new car transport from Seelze to Mannheim. The cargo consisted of Volkswagen ID.7 electric cars produced at the Emden plant. I was able to photograph the entire length of the train at Hermannspiegel in eastern Hesse. If you look closely, you can also spot a second train in the picture.
Freihand Aufnahme
Animation von glühender Kokskohle, der Kokerei Zollverein Gang durch die Ofenkammer. Dunkel und feurig bei rund 1000 Grad - so muss es sich in einem aktiven Koksofen in Essen angefühlt haben.
Amewu - Demut
[Part 1]
Eine Nacht, die wie ein Jahr vergeht, ich bleibe wach, egal wie lange ich mich schlafen leg'
Mein Atem zittert, wenn ich vergangene Taten seh', Schande rieselt von meinem Haupt, so wie schwarzer Schnee
Tun die Narben weh, sind sie vielleicht nie verheilt und zu tief im Fleisch, unabhängig, wie viel Zeit verstreicht
Sie krallen sich ein, verbreiten Pein, ich könnte mich befreien, weise sein, doch ich bleib'
Leicht überheblich, weil lachen so schwer is', keiner versteht mich, ach wie erbärmlich, doch wenn sie mich hassen, dann lern' ich es
Wie schmerzhaft die Entfernung is', wenn mich die Wiederbegegnung wie ein Inferno trifft
Doch keine Wärme gibt, denn ich hab' nur Kälte geteilt, war zu selten bereit, zu zeigen, welches Selbst in mir weilt
Statt Vereinigungen schlage ich die Welten in zwei, wo eine Bindung war, sitzt an ihrer Stelle ein Keil
Vor den meisten Menschen schreck' ich zurück, gehe in der Einsamkeit auf, als brächte es Glück
Leute werden vom guten Licht in das schlechte gerückt, die gesamte Außenwelt in eine Ecke gedrückt
In diesem Vakuum kann sich dann mein Ego entfalten, mit Fehlern jeden Zentimeter meines Lebens gestalten
Ich sehe meine Seele weiter in den Nebel abgleiten, eigentlich soll sie anderen Lebewesen Wege bereiten
Widersprüche sind dabei, mir meinen Schädel zu spalten, eigentlich is' das Leben leicht, es könnte jeder begreifen
Doch ich versteh' nichts mehr, sobald ich mit jemandem zu zweit bin, ganz zu schweigen davon, wenn wir mehr als zwei sind
Mein Gesicht bricht mir aus dem Kopf, selbst wenn du mich berührst, fühl' ich mich wie ausgestopft
Emotionen stauen sich auf, werden ausgekotzt, wenn ich alleine für mich bin, schießen sie aus dem Loch
Das zu vergangener Zeit mal mein Ich war, egal, wie tief ich reinschau', da ist nichts da
Und so klammer' ich mich fest am Nichts, in der Hoffnung, dass noch irgendwo ein Rest da is'
[Part 2]
Feingefühl abgelegt, selbstbezogen, ich meide das Licht von der Welt da oben
Meine Geschichte ist schnell verflogen, aus Leiden gedichtet zerschellt am Boden
Zwischen Selbstmitleid und Selbstüberschätzung, Egoismus und Geltungsdrang
Schlittert meine äußere Hülle nach dem Sprung von der Klippe erstmal am Fels entlang
Lächerlich, ich hielt mich für klug, was Besseres, doch war mir niemals genug
Es fesselt mich, liegt auf mir wie ein Fluch, ich breche mich, hoffentlich siehst du mir zu
Mmh, wär' vielleicht doch nicht so gut, alleine ist peinlich genug
Mich demütigt Demut, bis ich am Boden liege, doch wenigstens weicht meine Wut
Ich bin einsam, kann viele Dinge nur mit mir selbst teilen, schaff's weder dich noch mich, doch würde gerne die Welt heilen
Spiel mit dem Feuer, doch passe nicht auf, die Seele brennt, mein Körper ist ein abgefackeltes Haus
Die Augen glühen auf wie Glut, bevor sie erlischt, keiner bemerkt mein verstorbenes Ich
Sie sagen, das ist mein Charakter, ich wär' so und sorgen sich nicht, doch wer ich bin, bleibt verborgen im Licht
[Outro]
Es tut mir Leid, so Leid, endlos Leid, wer ich war, wie ich bin, ihr wisst, wer ihr seid
Ich hab' Menschen gekränkt, zu oft Schwäche gezeigt, bitte habt Nachsicht, ich erkenn's mit der Zeit
Es tut mir Leid, so Leid, endlos Leid, wer ich war, wie ich bin, ihr wisst, wer ihr seid
Ich hab' Menschen gekränkt, zu oft Schwäche gezeigt, bitte habt Nachsicht, ich erkenn's mit der Zeit
Es tut mir Leid, so Leid, endlos Leid, wer ich war, wie ich bin, ihr wisst, wer ihr seid
Ich hab' Menschen gekränkt, zu oft Schwäche gezeigt, bitte habt Nachsicht, ich erkenn's mit der Zeit
Es tut mir Leid, so Leid, endlos Leid, wer ich war, wie ich bin, ihr wisst, wer ihr seid
Ich hab' Menschen gekränkt, zu oft Schwäche gezeigt, bitte habt Nachsicht, ich erkenn's mit der Zeit
Die abgebrannte Glut wird ausgekehrt und 30 vorbereitete Brotlaibe werden im Ofen verteilt. Nach 90 Minuten kann man die gebackenen, knusprigen Brotlaibe entnehmen.
Die Glut des Herzens ist am besten in den Tagen voller Dunkelheit zu erkennen.
The glow of the heart is best seen in the dark days.
I walked down to the bottom of what we call the 'secret garden' this morning to take a few photos. The bench is a favourite place of mine to sit and breathe it all in. There are numerous trees in this part of the garden including the very large walnut tree which you see and many fig trees. The fig trees are currently producing a glut of figs so there's no shortage of those. There is a small river to the left which, when we arrived here in May, had a plentiful supply of brown trout but very sadly, earlier in the month we noticed that dead fish were floating to the surface or being carried by the water downstream. Every evening we would watch from our terrace a really large heron swoop in for its "quick n easy" supper. There's always winners and losers in the natural world, eh? We've since discovered there was a small chemical spill further upriver which caused the demise of the fish. There are (or were) lots of crayfish in the river too and one day we found them around the house and in the swimming pool as they were attempting to flee the problem. What a trek it must have been for them to get out of the river and clamber up towards the house and pool. Sadly, none of them survived. Ending on a positive note, the river is now clean and the local authorities are preparing to restock it with brown trout.
Today I was getting ready to post this shot with the usual blah, blah commentary when I decided to mix it up and give you some insight into the other side of “Adventure in Fine Art Photography.”
I was so exhausted after photobombing the Canadian Rockies with my bro-tog William McIntosh that when I returned home after three years of on-off travel. I for the first time unpacked all of my camera/camping gear, Everything …..All of my packs cleaned on the rack and the lenses cleaned on the shelf and the winter weather gear all dried and in soft bags ready to grab in case my psycotic bro-tog Bill calls frantically at midnight wanting a 1 hour departure schedule to run off chasing some cloud bank heading northeast at 11 miles an hour, You do know Bill, that the definition of insane is when someone does the exact same things and expects a different result. Ironic, the life basis of a serious landscape photographer is just that, Hehe. Oh Snap, does that mean we’re all psycho?
So, I decided to subject myself to a social experiment and undergo a “photo-fast” if you will. No social Media or Camera!!!
The very first time that I took a camera out into the landscape, I was hooked, it was the very place that my heart has been since my childhood and up until that point, my life totally revolved around Photoshop and the Macintosh. and since that was my career and how I made a living it’s all I did, I spent twenty years doing nothing socially “unless my wife dragged me into it” but learn and study Photoshop and have been a mac addict since the very beginning. The experiment for me was, could I go back to my old life and be content?
It wasn’t bad in the beginning since i just had an 11 day glut of Canada, where we flew into the backcountry by helicopter froze our buts off at 4am several mornings and shot in temps of -10c, who could miss that? As the weeks rolled by It began, the shake. It was just a slight tremble at first and then by week 8 I was walking around like tweak from Southpark. I needed to shoot and I needed it bad, haha.
I decided to put that “tweak” energy to work for me and rebuild my entire office from the ground up, into a media streaming and photoshop training center. All dual monitor computers with dual processors hacked with faster processors and stuffed with SSD raids all rebuilt to match the speed of my 2016 Macbook Pro which has screamed since day one and is still as fast as the day I purchased it, or should I say mortgaged it. I had to ball it up into a home refi. Freaking Apple, I can’t believe their prices, but still worth every penny of productivity. Luckily, all the upgrades were made possible by “Hey Dude” shoes they donated the systems and I maxed em’ out with money I made doing workshops and parts that were donated to me!!!
If you’ve never heard of “Hey Dude” shoes try em out, super comfortable loafers and a great price. “end advert”……. There now that’s out of the way, on to the “tale of the take”.
This is a shot that Bill and I had seen when scouting for the trip. Paul Ziska has alway inspired me so it was no shock that Bill loved his work as well so it was no contest what to do on this dreary, lightless overcast morning. We showed up around 5am and while we walked around the lakeshore ran into Aaron Dowling teaching a workshop to a gaggle of Aussie photographers. Check him out he’s got some amazing shots from the provincial portions of North America. We waited and hoped but no luck just some soft light with no color, :-( But we still had 9 days of photo-bliss ahead of us.
I would like to wish everyone a Happy Healthy and Prosperous New Year. Thanks for following along on my photography adventures.
"But once people have had a huge glut of progress, they'll get bored. They'll start talking to the wind and flowers and stones again and listening to the song of the stars."
- Þórbergur Þórðarson -
Þórbergssetur at Hali in Suðursveit
Þórbergssetur opened on July 1, 2006, at the farm Hali in south-eastern Iceland. It was built in memory of the author Þórbergur Þórðarson (1888-1974), who was born at the site. The centre houses a restaurant, souvenir shop and two exhibition spaces.
One of the spaces is used for various exhibitions, while the other offers an retrospective of Þórbergur's life. With props and backdrops evoking impressions of past ages, it tells the story of Þórbergur's life, from his childhood years at Hali at the turn of the century, to his twilight years in postwar Reykjavík. While the exhibition provides an overview of an remarkable artistic career, it also tells the larger story of the changes wrought on Icelandic society by the twentieth century.
Þórbergssetur è stato inaugurato il 1° luglio 2006, nella fattoria Hali, nell'Islanda sud-orientale. È stato costruito in memoria dell'autore Þórbergur Þórðarson (1888-1974), nato in quel luogo. Il centro ospita un ristorante, un negozio di souvenir e due spazi espositivi.
Uno degli spazi è utilizzato per varie mostre, mentre l'altro offre una retrospettiva della vita di Þórbergur. Con oggetti di scena e fondali che evocano impressioni di epoche passate, racconta la storia della vita di Þórbergur, dagli anni della sua infanzia ad Hali all'inizio del secolo, ai suoi anni del crepuscolo nella Reykjavík del dopoguerra. Mentre la mostra fornisce una panoramica di una straordinaria carriera artistica, racconta anche la storia più ampia dei cambiamenti apportati alla società islandese dal ventesimo secolo.
Fonte: www.islit.is
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Excerpt from East Kilbride as I move on to pastures new.
Very close to my (soon to be) former home in Scotland there was a glut of hammer and sickle graffiti tags around the area promoting a local communist youth group. It looked nasty and, well, the tags had been there for months right up until Russia invaded Ukraine. The tags were very quickly covered up then with these dark squares. The image this made really caught my eye for a square frame composition. While I am not moving from town to country I am moving from town to smaller town by the beach. Still within striking distance of Glasgow though, have no fear there!
Right... off to pack up the PC, monitor and disassemble my desk.
Enjoy!
This is the same Grey Ghost as in yesterday's post. It kept wheeling in the sky as it climbed higher and higher, circling, eventually shaking off the blackbird, but keeping an eye on me the entire time.
I upscaled this image slightly in ON1 Resize, which allowed a tighter crop while holding detail. I only upload lo-res images to Flickr, ie. 72 ppi, usually sized at a couple thousand pixels on the long side. Computer monitors can't "read" 300 ppi, so there is no point in uploading hi-res images. They'll look the same as lo-res.
But I want any uploaded pic to be available in hi-res quality exactly as seen here, if a client comes calling. That's where ON1 Resize comes in: it allows me to crop significantly while keeping an identically-cropped version at 300 ppi in my files. In this case the hi-res version is about 11x17 inches - ie. suitable for most "professional" uses.
And that's why Resize has been a game changer for me. It's a great little application. (And no, they did not solicit a free plug from me, LOL.)
Now, the proliferation of digital images in the world - beyond saturation, it has become a glut, a landslide of photos, most of them not very good - has changed the freelance game a lot over the past two decades or so. It's harder to sell photos when so many are happy to give them away just to see their names in print. I saw the writing on the wall a long time ago and was able to incorporate writing and teaching into my offerings, and that kept me afloat. But once in a while lightning strikes. Just over a decade ago, I received an offer from a client to license one of my photos that they found on Flickr for a two year period. The proposed fee? $12,000.
No, I didn't try to negotiate a higher payment. Sometimes it's okay to just be happy with what is offered. Will lightning strike twice? Not likely, but I'm open to the possibility :-)
One more photo to come from this location, and then some new material from closer to home. Tomorrow's shot is a little unusual, I think, so stay tuned...
Photographed at Frank Lake, near High River, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
A little over a year ago I bought a laptop. One of those models with the symbol of a popular fruit with a bite taken out of it on the lid. You know what I'm talking about. My brother Dave, a former computer nerd turned disillusioned webmaster, hates the brand with a passion, while other geeks love them. I heard the graphics were good so without mentioning it to a disapproving Dave, I thought I'd try one for myself. Not a brand new model of course. We'd be well into four figures invested for one of those, but a number of companies are in the business of overhauling oldies and breathing new life into them. I should get a few more years out of mine, and now I've got used to it, I like it. And what's best of all is that it fits neatly into the camera bag. It arrived just in time to join us on last year's spring trip to Fuerteventura, and since then it's accompanied me on every adventure. Ideal for those evenings in the apartment if you're not a pair of late night party animals. And being able to store your raw files online and on a hard drive before the airport metal detectors get the chance to fog your SD cards is like a second and third layer of insurance against losing those hard won images you took under the distant sun.
Apart from taking it on holiday, the Macbook and fries (see what I did there?) are often whisked into action when Clive, or Sophie or Rita are reading the news, and telling me that the world is about to end. It's a lot easier than trying to rest a PC on your lap, that's for sure. At the moment, the relatively small hard drive contains the images from Egypt and Menorca before that. And in addition to those, there's the Randoms Folder. The one where I sometimes drag in a few files from outings with the camera that have never seen the light of day. I have far too many such folders in the archive, most of them from around the Cornish coast of course. Sometimes I'll have a look through a set where I can see there's no subfolder containing edits and wonder why I've never touched them. I don't suppose I'm alone in this, but I'm forever finding shots like this one and scratching my head. Was there something I didn't like about this group? Did I go out again the next day and shoot the mother of all sunsets? Or maybe I was preoccupied with other stuff.
I think it was the latter of these three scenarios that meant an afternoon at Cape Cornwall had slipped down the back of the sofa in October a couple of years ago. Maybe a hint of the first thrown into the mix as well. I've never quite hit it off with the place, probably because I always think I'm going to get a better shot from Porth Nanven on the other side of the Carn Gloose headland to the south. But the overriding factor was that two weeks earlier I'd just returned from a fortnight exploring Iceland, and if you've been there with your camera then you don't need me to tell you what that means. So despite some lovely soft October sunshine and a bristling Atlantic Ocean in front of me, the Cape Cornwall set lay ignored in the electronic dust. But unlike some untouched folders that I've more or less forgotten, I did at least keep reminding myself that there were probably some half decent images to be mined from this outing at the coast.
What had escaped my memory was exactly how good that golden hour was. And not long ago, just before setting off for Sharm el-Sheikh, a place where I suspected I wasn't going to come away from with a massive haul of images, I added a number of raw files to the Randoms Folder. Shots that might occupy a quiet evening hour in the editing suite now and again. A chance to include that trip to Cape Cornwall that had been so pointedly ignored up until now. And even though there are still a glut of exposures to work on from that outing, I'm glad this one has finally been seen the light of day.
Morgengeläute, von silbernen Zinnen über die tauenden Fluren gestreut, turmfrühe Töne des Sonnenlichts rinnen über das dämmernde Antlitz der Zeit.
Hebt euch, ihr Schläfer, der Tag hat begonnen, hoch in den Lüften leuchtet der Wind. Berge erglühen von nahenden Sonnen, die eurer Zukunft Verkünder sind.
Während in Bäumen die reifenden Birnen nächtlich noch ruhen, vom Dunkel umlaubt, grüssen der Gletscher gleissende Stirnen strahlend der Sonne jugendlich Haupt.
Hebt euch, ihr singenden Glockengebete, bis euch die Glut aus der Höhe erlöst und aus den brennenden Himmel die Röte jauchzend den Nachtwind vom Dämmerdach stösst.
Taken @ Kidwelly Quay roughly this time last year when there was a glut of berries. Plenty to feed fieldfare, redwing, thrushes & blackbirds & all the smaller birds etc. For whatever reason the berries have not materialised this year & consequently there has been a distinct lack of the usual wildlife that usually arrive around now
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