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This was my view out the front window of a tour bus. The Manhattan Bridge joins Brooklyn with Manhattan. For a proper perspective you can see it here just to the north of the Brooklyn Bridge
This is another shot from my very rushed effort to capture a great Adelaide sunset a couple of nights ago.
Essentially by the time I made my mind up to go take some shots the sun was nearly down. (See my previous photo post for the full story).
This was one of my first shots of the short session and you can just see the last bit of the sun over the horizon.
André Mücke (Co-Trainer Lausitzer Füchse), DEL 2 - EC Bad Nauheim gegen Lausitzer Füchse, Bad Nauheim, Colonel-Knight-Stadion, 03.02.23
Quante strade deve percorrere un uomo
Prima di essere chiamato uomo?
Quanti mari deve navigare una colomba bianca
Prima che dorma sulla sabbia?
Sì, e quante volte devono volare le palle di cannone
Prima che siano proibite per sempre?
La risposta, amico mio, sta soffiando nel vento
La risposta sta soffiando nel vento
Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
How blessed I am to ride my horse here... Is what I say to myself every time ...:)
"The way to heaven is on horseback."
"Everything looks and feels better between horse ears"
Oh, how deeply she understood the dark and twisted design they had laid bare before her; yet, an insatiable craving ignited within her heart for that coveted title! How it seethed and simmered in her very soul, driving her to conjure a cataclysmic scheme that could only be birthed in the depths of despair! She languished in anticipation, a tempest of emotion coursing through her veins, as she waited, aching, for the moment they would pour the sanguine elixir down her quivering body. As the warm, crimson liquid flowed over her, embracing her like a long-lost lover, it awakened the fearsome demon that lay dormant within her, thrumming with a deadly purpose!
Her loyal match, a symbol of her fierce resolve, concealed just out of sight, poised and ready, awaited her command—a faithful companion in this dance of chaos! And with the first swing, oh, the exhilarating release! The head severed from its weary owner—oh, the sweet, intoxicating taste of revenge surged through her! In that instant, every ounce of rage that she had buried deep within erupted like a raging volcano, and she could no longer contain it! No longer a mere whisper of fury—it transformed into a symphony of vengeance, echoing through the very marrow of her being!
~ John Muir
John Muir is the individual most responsible for the creation of Yosemite National Park. The Scottish-born American naturalist convinced President Teddy Roosevelt to protect Yosemite (including Yosemite Valley), Sequoia, Grand Canyon and Mt. Rainier as National Parks. Marvelling at the beauty of Yosemite Falls and its surroundings you realize how thankful you have to be.
How Many Rabbits in a Rabbyte? by Jason Curtis
From the website: How many Rabbits in a Rabbyte? Have a look at the design to find out, or jog your memory!
There is a new art trail in Southampton and Winchester this summer. For ten weeks Hares of Hampshire will bring thirty-two large hares and forty-two leverets to the streets, parks, galleries and shops of the two cities.
All money raised by donations and by the auction of the hares at the end of the summer will go to the Murray Parish Trust.
Houghton House from How End, Bedfordshire, 28 Jul 2020
I found an old photo of the view up to Houghton House on the Greensand Ridge with straw bales in the foreground.
I decided to try to work out whether I could get a similar shot this summer.
I'd seen this barley field earlier in the summer and thought that this was the location. Even though the crop had not been harvested the light was nice!
I later realised that this is not the same field. So the search continues.
I've put a copy of the old photo on my phone so I can check next time!
I have no idea how old these cobbles in Belgium are, but I did wonder how many feet have stepped on them? How many bicycles, cars, horses, carts?
How about one more throwback from last summer for this weekend before returning to more recent programming next week? Clouds definitely got me here with the Bozeman turn, but this turned out to be the only shot of the trip of these searchlights at the west end of Craver. Sure they're probably gone by now.
Explored Mar 8, 2013 #369
Listening to How We Know by The Thermals.
you spoon water like love and I will take it
if you can take it
this is how we know
this is how we go
this is how we know
Deep in a slot canyon in Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument.
We had climbed up through the tunnel until we ran into a deep pool we couldn't pass. Now, how to get back?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnpILIIo9ek&list=RDhnpILIIo9e...
"You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does"
Mr. Worm found this little snail just sitting on a lily pad admiring his own reflection~
"How Vain!!"
Happy Worm's Eye View Sunday!
Hope you are having a fabulous start to the last month of summer!!
Idyll beyond the pavement,
How green was my valley
In vernal raiment.
DeKalb County (Forrest Hills), Georgia, USA.
15 April 2023.
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▶ The East Decatur Greenway extends, unpaved, about ⅓-mile beyond its southern paved trailhead, continuing northeastward through a wildflower garden, then, here, over Cecilia Creek (aka East Fork Middle Branch Shoal Creek) via a small pedestrian bridge, finally concluding along the eastern bank of the creek.
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It's really hard for me to try to explain how hard it is to motivate myself to do any photography these days whilst I continue to recover from my knee injury. Recovery has been seriously interrupted by lockdowns and closures of gyms...indeed, I've not even been able to see a physio for over 6 months. With all of that my fitness has suffered considerably and so even short excursions can sometimes feel like I'm hitting the wall at mile 22 of a marathon. Therefore, the thought of making the effort to climb a hill for photography when the conditions are less than ideal...well, it doesn't appeal.
When on the hill, a different fear now presents itself. Fear of another injury. I used to head out without a care in the world really. Sure, I might slip and fall, but I always felt that I was the master of my own destiny, even in those circumstances...but now it is different. My body just failed when I injured my knee, with very little in the way of warning, just a little knee pain like I've had for years anyway. The actual step I took when my tendon snapped was so incredibly innocuous, it's the type of step I've taken thousands, if not millions, of times before...it was just like going down the stairs at home...but in that moment, my tendon chose when I was alone, on a hill, in inclement weather and without a mobile signal, to snap...not at home, going down the stairs. And now, although the injured knee presents no pain, my other one does, so the fear is that that will someday go too, as so often seems to happen with people who rupture one tendon, eventually the other one ruptures too. Add to that a lack of strength in the injured knee, some balancing issues and a tendency to give way without warning...that all adds up to a heck of a lot of nervousness when going off the beaten track.
The day I took this photo was no different in many ways. I was solo. The weather was inclement. There was no-one really around. I did have some extra protection in the form of a satellite transceiver that enables me to send an SOS and I did tell my wife where I was this time. But with boggy conditions underfoot, it still meant my mind wasn't wholly invested in photography until I'd set up my tripod and decided to wait, in the cloud and drizzle, for things to happen. And so I waited...and waited...and waited. About 2 hours later I felt the subtle change in temperature on my neck as the sun tried to break through the misty conditions. Poised with my finger on the shutter just hoping for the mistiness to clear a little to reveal the landscape, the conditions brightened to the left of the scene you see here until not only were the two tress visible, but also the landscape beyond...and low and behold, a rainbow. What resulted was a stitch pano consisting of 7 vertical frames and 160 megapixels of Lake District loveliness. This scene lasted for all of 30 seconds...and then it was gone.
I don't tend to big-up my photography, especially these days. I tend to work behind the scenes, especially for anything from Snowdonia, where I spend most of my time, refining my project and building, what I hope will be, a quality book. However, when I go elsewhere, it is sometimes nice to share what I captured, and I think even I like this one enough to shout about it.
How's that for lens aberration! lol
This was taken on my last trip out for my personal "Out and About" for April 2009 challenge.
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