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Ready, Steady, 'GrOw'!....seems the January snow had an unusual effect on the fungi in my local park, Trentham Gardens. I wouldn't be at all surprised if one of these days we actually see a Trentham fairy sitting on the top of one of the caps...they like to move around the park when no one is looking! :))
The lake, seen in the background, is frozen over. A pretty but cold walk around the lake that day!
1. Ready Steady Go! - Theme for 116 pictures in 2016
Mute swan with one of her four cygnets. I posted shots of these when they were tiny & they have all survived!
"And here are the trips
only dreams remained.
And here are the voices
and the songs fell silent.
And here is life
now it flows faster.
And here are the children
and the toys were lost.
It's not my fault that I grew up,
τime is running out.
It's not my fault that I grew up,
λife that is short is to blame.
The moons cracked,
brought by spring.
Marble the light
on the last night.
Erotic bullshit
to wear tomorrow,
ιn the squares of the rain,
to be sold, Saturday."
(Its not my fault that I m growing up)
Everyday it grows a little more than it was the day before
It gets a little wider
It gets a little stronger
It grows, and it grows
The love for you just grows and grows
Bar Headed Goose with her teenager. Wish I had seen this one when it was tiny. Taken in St James`s Park.
Location: nourish
focus on hurt and regret and you'll feel pain.
focus on lessons and you'll grow.
[karen salmansohn]
...bulbs in half-barrels.
We have sunshine this morning, and even though I would rather see and be in rain, I am in the minority. Tree frogs might agree, however.
Sounds like a reality show, for real! But these babies DO think they are royal, and so far, we have treated them so! Of course they think it's only fair! Their mother is a queen! (as a female cat is often called!)
Taken for Happy Caturday! : noble, royal
If life challenges you and makes it difficult for you, you are forced to learn and grow. It is precisely these challenges that make us stronger and value life all the more.
I am so thankful for all the old and new friends here on flick.Your creativity,kindness,playfulness and deeper thoughts.
I wish you all a year filled with love,joy,light,peace in your heart,health and creativity!
Sending a big hug for those who want it!
Nine Egyptian Goose goslings 17 days after hatching actually seem to be growing on whatever’s nutritious in the grass. Haven’t seen them in the pond yet. Resoft County Park, Alvin, Texas. Hint: one gosling concealed by parent’s tail.
A big dive into the archive for this photo! Somewhere in the beginning of my photography adventure. What I like so much about this photo to this day is the simplicity. The flower grew in a hanging basket in the garden and the brown background is from the fence.
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Greetings, Robbie Veldwijk
My husband and I enjoyed a small trip to the mountains with our ATV. So many wild flowers still out and showing off their colors!
Australasian Grebe (Tachybaptus novaehollandiae) juvenile
A stop at the Vic Uni Pond today to see the Grebes. All the chicks are doing well.
Difficult conditions as the wind was gusting up to 65 Km/h and across the lens, making it hard to hold it steady.
Happy Wing Wednesday!
A strong flyer who is learning to hunt, this Great Horned owlet was seen in the evening in the North Walnut Creek area.
The map location is within 1 mile of the actual location.
HTmT 😊😊😍
We had to cut back a lot of this tree because it was dying, part of it is growing back, but some of it seems as if it will not come back after its trimming.
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️
Off the beaten track in Woolton Wood. Just me the birds, insects gnarled trees, and some wonderful wild plants
Wat Pha Khao (วัดผ้าขาว), Chiang Mai, Thailand
Nikon D5100, Tamron 18-270, ISO 100, f/11.0, 18mm, 1/125s
Matthew Arnold, ‘Growing Old’.
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath?
—Yes, but not this alone.
Is it to feel our strength—
Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more loosely strung?
Yes, this, and more; but not
Ah, ’tis not what in youth we dreamed ’twould be!
’Tis not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset glow,
A golden day’s decline …