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One of my favorite photo in this trip. I took this shot with fisheye so that can present what i feel when i walked under these giant trees.
The tallest known redwood is about 600 years old and was measured at 367.8 feet.The seed is no bigger than one from a tomato,
Lady Bird Johnson Grove,Redwood,California.
About the tree:
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?
The expressions on the dog's faces are hilarious. One is asking, "How much farther?" - while the other dog is saying, "I'm not going, I'm pooped." (Notice that he lost a bootie somewhere along the way.)
The Copper Basin 300 Sled Dog race will begin next weekend. This year we will have several well-known mushers participating in a field of 37, so it should be fun to follow. If you are interested - I've included a link below.
HSS!
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 fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again."
Author: Isaac Watts
Taken at Green Acres: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Costa%20do%20Sol/196/204/29
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Time ain't nothing if it ain't fast
Taking everything that you ever had
And giving nothing in return
But a cold bed in the quiet earth
If there's a door to every cell
A pearl inside of every shell
Then how hard can it be
To share your life with me
How hard can it be
To rise with me each morning
I know that it feels like
We will live forever, but I fear
That time will hide the years
Life ain't nothing if it ain't hard
It will show you who you truly are
Knock you down when you get too tall
'Til you're spun around in a free fall
But somewhere out there past the storm
Lies the shelter of your heart
So how hard can it be
To share your life with me
How hard can it be
To rise with me each morning
I know that it feels like
We will live forever, but I fear
That time will hide the years
Like we were never here
So hold on tightly my dear
I'm not one to waste my time
Searching for some silver lining
But somewhere out there past the storm
Lies the shelter of your heart
So how hard can it be
To share your life with me
How hard can it be
To rise with me each morning
I know that it feels like
We will live forever, but I fear
That time can hide the years
Like we were never here
So hold on tightly my dear
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Explore #1 on Thursday, January 15, 2009
Another SS Dicky shot....can I ever get enough of her? I don't think so...
She is still there...even after midnight. This is SS Dicky at 1.30 in the early morning. Exposed for 209 sec and I have again neglected the rule of thirds
For those photographers interested, I have written a Free Photo Guide for this location
Tarn Hows in the Lake District. Previously owned by Beatrix Potter who left it to the National Trust
Two bald eagles interested in the same fish. The lower eagle, lifted his talons for protection from the invading eagle. They locked for an instant and then the lower eagle did a complete somersault in the water. The lower eagle had the last laugh though as once it was upgright, it grabbed the fish it had dropped, and flew away to enjoy the spoils.
It seems impossible to explain with words, so pictures help try to express how it feels to live this experience.
[image created on 4-24-2024]
I have become very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways. And the look of the images reminds me of how it feels when the effects of trauma cause me to question reality and myself, feel terror, feel isolated, alone, deep sadness, dissociation, body memories and a range of other indescribably challenging experiences. When my voice is stolen and I cannot speak or find adequate words to describe what I face I am thankful I can relate my experiences to what I see in pinhole photography rather than “keeping it all inside.”
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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"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"
AAW June 8 - 15 Triptych
WIT: In the time of covid 19, I've been busy baking bread - I decided to try no-knead focaccia. I noticed on Instagram that focaccia flowers are a thing, and since I enjoy playing with my food, I thought I'd try my hand at it. The triptych represents the different stages of my focaccia, from raw ingredients to finished creation. It was yummy!
Here is the link to the recipe I followed:
www.bonappetit.com/recipe/easy-no-knead-focaccia
Made Explore.
A beautiful young woman at the fountain pool in the Intercontinental Hotel Atrium.
Montréal, Quebec
Canada
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Carolina eenden zijn ongelooflijk mooi van kleur.
Voor de serie "How close can you get" dit portret gemaakt met de Nikon D610 en 28-300mm.
Bij 300mm inzoomen is dit de volle lensopening - erg knap van deze Nikon lens om dan deze scherpte te halen bij f/5,6 !
Alle kleuren van de regenboog in één eend.
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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!!
"How D'ya Like Dem Apples," said the Blue Jay to the Junco.
"They look really cheep to me," replied the Junco.
"Let me ponder that," said the Blue Jay. "See my head is tilted in the pensive position."
© AnvilcloudPhotography
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How I wish I was like the water,
Flowing so freely with every drop
Let my every emotion wonder,
No need to start, nor even stop
How I wish I was like the fire,
Burning with every flame up
Leaving a trace of hot desire
As a Phoenix raises its' wings up
How I wish I was like the earth,
Raising each flower from the ground
Seeing the beauty of death and birth
And then returning to the ground
How I wish I was like the wind,
Hearing each whisper, sound and thought
A lonesome and wandering little wind,
Shattering all that has been sought
Oh, how I wish I was where you are,
Not separated by empty space, so far
It seems like we're galaxies apart,
But we find hope within our heart
And how I wish I was all of the above,
So I can come below and yet forget,
The beauty of angels which come down like a dove
And demons who love with no regret.
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
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This photograph of my grandfather shows him as a chauffeur in 1913 and, on the reverse, he has written a note to the woman he was “walking out” with arranging a meeting.
The 1911 census shows him working at a stable as a groom so clearly in the intervening years he had secured a new career. He was almost certainly unaware that within the following 18 months he would become a soldier serving on the Western Front until the end of the Great War.
In 1916 he was granted leave to marry and on the banns certificate his occupation was shown as “serving in the war”. He was discharged from the Army in early 1920 and died in 1962.
I believe the vehicle is a Renault and I have deliberately not restored the photograph as I think part of its charm is the damage it has sustained in the last 108 years. I particularly like the big headlights and what appears to be a petrol can on the roof! Clearly, unlike today, there were no laws on tyre tread depth as the spare and front offside appear to have none although the front nearside does have some!
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.
Bee Gees
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Bleeding-heart - Dicentra - Fumariaceae
Couldn't get all the birds on the screen, tried the fisheye lens instead.
View from our garden, across the field
Having put a net up across the river to catch the kingfisher we managed to catch it in the scrub net next to the runway. This is a juvenile male and it was amazing how it's colour changed depending on the angle of the light. When we ringed the bird we were in shade and it was a pure kingfisher blue. Into the direct sunlight and greenish tones predominated.
The bird was ringed by the Lothian Ringing Group as part of a long term Constant Effort Site which has been monitored for 23 years.
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