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I drive an hour to get to the sea and one can never be sure what it will be like. My intention was to shoot kite surfers but it was so rough and gale force winds they had to pack up. There were a few diehards fishing from the rocks.
Storm clouds were rolling in & I thought there may be not much colour, so I waited until twilight and the sky exploded. The wind was so bad my hair was like Einstein. There was no calming it down, I had to drive home with it standing on end!
The waves moved without intention, shaping the shore in quiet rhythms. Nothing forced, nothing resisted― only the sea, the rocks, and the passing of time. A moment of stillness without motion
My intention was to photograph the Milky Way over the Abiquiu reservoir. But, as it's often the case, the clouds had other plans. They looked like they were going to dissipate but that wasn't so. Instead, they became denser as the evening went on.
I had not done a night shot since last year and I was determined to get one, Milky Way or not.
So I set up this composition, with a Chamisa bush in the foreground. My friend Greg had the wherewithal to bring a couple of camping chairs, so we sat out in the warm night and a slight breeze and had a good time urging the cloud to move on. Well, as evident in this photo, it was unmoved, literally, by our efforts.
I took several shots of the foreground bush during nautical twilight, some illuminated by my flashlight, some by the spillover from passing headlights. I don't know which was which anymore.
I selected the best foreground shot and combined it with the best sky shot. All in all it came out pretty nice.
The clouds are illuminated by the wastefully spilled light of the towns of Española and Los Alamos. On the other hand, that spilled light delineates the horizon nicely.
My initial intention was to edited this in a mytical, even slightly threatening way: the usual approach to these woods. But as it progressed I thought of it in a more uplifting way. Happy Hobbits would want more joy in their lives, sparkle & colour. Hence sunshine permeates the dowdy rocks & moss. Who is to say that this is not how it is when we are not looking. After all, them pesky humans mess everything up so we need to fool them to leave us alone.
So my thinking went . . . .
SYML - "Heartbreakdown"
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Here’s the thing about a heartbreak, it will happen all your life
In the morning on your wedding day, in a tearful last goodbye
It might find you at the station, sit beside you on the train
Kiss you softly with intention
Leave you breathless from the pain
When a heart breaks down
Won’t you stand your ground and start again?
When a heart breaks down
Will you find your way somehow to love again?
Lately she’s been up ‘til sunrise, sleep is lost and can’t be found
It’s not the water on the nightstand
It’s not the book she can’t put down
It’s the echo of some bad news, and the doctors whisperin’
It’s the memory of a warm embrace
And the breath she’s holding in
There’s beauty in the blessed heartbreak
There is life after the flood
No one here has suffered through it
Without courage in their blood
Here’s the thing about forgiveness
She’s the child of love and hate
And recognizing that you need her
So will bring peace along the way
My intention was to get a shot of this barn with some light painting, this was a test before I was going to get a little closer and that's when I suddenly smelled very strong skunk and that's when suddenly I left quickly.
The intention was to go to Loughor to capture tonight's sunset , but then I got a call from the Optician to say my new specs were ready to be picked up. I was just in time to take a few shots across The
Sailbridge, SA1 before coming home.
An attentive Little Heron on the hunt in Pasir Ris Park Mangrove Forest.
Explore with me in my blog: A Return To Pasir Ris Park and Mangrove Forest
*Note: More pics of Birds in my Wild Avian Friends Album.
It hadn’t really been the intention to end up here. We’d only planned on heading up to the small café in the village at the top of the climb out of Porto Moniz to sample the pasteis da nata, washed down with a coffee. The place had been recommended by our host, and we agreed it was a good tip off. The custard filled pastry was delightful, the lady who served us seemed pleased to see us, and in our two words of Portuguese, accompanied by a degree of suitable gesturing we told her we’d return for a second helping later in the week, before exploring the village on foot. Then heading off in the car we examined the miradouros that hover vertiginously over the edges of the cliffs at the northern tip of the Floating Garden, the restless Atlantic rollers breaking over the land hundreds of metres below. For an hour we basked in the sunshine under a clear blue sky, gazing down at the distant and seemingly impossible hamlet of Achadas da Cruz, linked to the rest of the world by a system of cable cars and ancient sheep tracks carved into the near vertical cliffsides. And then we returned to the car to turn left, back down the slopes into Porto Moniz to doze off on a sunny bench beside the ocean. Later we’d dine at one of the restaurants. Maybe I’d have another crack at those seastacks at Janela, or the waves that roll incessantly into the volcanic sea walls, whatever the weather might bring.
Except we turned right and headed uphill into the clouds instead. It’s always exciting when that split second of “what the hell” abandon inexplicably takes control of the faculties isn’t it? When the planned so suddenly becomes the unplanned and you’re not sure where you’re going to end up. Maybe we’d roll over the high road and come back down to watch the sea by Sao Vicente. By degrees we went higher and higher into the empty mountains, watching the temperature display on the hire car sink into single digits and the landscape around us disappear behind a shroud that seemed to envelop the world in secrets. Hardly at all did we see a car coming the opposite way, and nobody appeared along the road behind to sit on our tail in frustration at my famously slow progress at the wheel. Occasionally we would have to pick our way carefully past a straggling group of cows emerging from the gloom, grazing at the verges, the more obtuse of them standing brazenly in the middle of the road. More than once I stopped the car, honked the horn and waited for the gazing brown eyes to relent and move to one side for us to pass. At another spot we seemed to clear a narrow ridge, only imagining what sort of drop we were unable to see in either direction. And then to the right hand side the murky mists abated for moments to reveal a distant coastal village, bathed in sunlight, far far below us hugging the coastline in another universe. I tried to double back and pull up at the edge of the road to get a shot, but in that handful of minutes the fog had rolled back across the divide and for all we knew we might have imagined that far off El Dorado by the sea.
Further still we crept on through the airborne grey soup of the high Paul da Serra, well over a thousand metres above sea level, the realisation gradually awakening in me that we were probably getting close to Fanal. I looked at the map again and noticed that the upcoming road leading off from the left was much closer than I’d expected it to be. I was certainly planning on an afternoon under the strange forest shapes during our stay, but now that visit became inevitably earlier than intended. The great unplanned. And of course, the conditions were perfect for what was lying in wait. Just one final knot of unyielding cows to negotiate before pulling up and heading into the mystical forest in the fog, where every tree had its place in the scheme of things. Some lived side by side in groups, waiting to become pictured in clusters, while others stood alone in a “come and photograph me – I’m lovely” attitude. And there I was, like a six year old in Hamley’s not knowing where to turn first, gradually turning in so many different directions that I eventually managed to almost lose myself completely in the fading light. You might have read that story already. This one, I’m told is known as the seahorse. I can see why. With its partner a few metres away it seemed to offer more than one composition. I chose them all of course, although I liked this one best.
The planned is a great road to travel, but its opposite so often brings surprises. Ok, so I was intending to come here, but not today, and maybe the fog I’d hoped for would have stayed away on another day. This ancient forest, so high above the clouds of the Floating Garden was one of the best ever such moments; one of the handful of places where the experience was surreal to the point that it almost feels as if I’d dreamed it. Try the unplanned one day. Choose to go somewhere, but then accidentally on purpose set off in the other direction and see what happens. Just occasionally, it brings a moment you’ll never forget.
It was my intention to lie low this week but the lure of flickr remains strong and I have to fill my mind with positive thoughts. Being well into our Spring now, it's been a busy week for flora and fauna with trees bursting forth with new leaves and flowers and old fauna returning now the bite of winter, yep, even in sub-tropical Brisbane has eased.
This week has seen the return of the Eastern Water Dragons and we have had two of similar size racing and chasing in the backyard and even up trees! And that's apart from the first view of the new Possum Joey yesterday. So here is one of the Eastern Water Dragons contemplating a dip.
In the end it didn't happen but on a hot day, it will. Like all the Sulphur Crested Cockatoos get called Snowy as we can't tell them apart, the beautiful dragons get called Harry although I am sure there are Harriets!
The intention was to visit and shoot a derelict building I know of, but on the way I got very distracted by these amazing trees.
Took about 20 shots similar to this, think I have a few more I'm happy with. Just a case of going though them.
I never got to the house either. But not too worried about that. Something for another day.
Intention zoom on a long exposure brought out some wonderful colours in the nearby hill and ghosting of the transmission towers. Narre Warren N0rth, Victoria
My intention was to run on the sand, but then I wanted to get the lighthouse in the shot, and so now I have wet feet.
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#SWANK
I have been going back to sort out the sketches of Ocean Pools I have done over the last several years - the intention is to publish a book. At last count we have captured en plein air, around 120 ocean pools from around the world. This was sketched in December 2019 as the worst bushfires in living memory ravaged the east coast of Australia. That summer the fires burnt out an area the size of Ireland. We were travelling back from a visit to my sister and the road was black with smoke and closed shortly after we got through. When I sketched this there was a hot strong westerly wind blowing and it was in the high 30s C. The water looked especially inviting. A beautiful wild ocean pool basically formed by nature - the only sign of human intervention - a ladder to help people in and out of the water.
I had no intention of making this latest series into a view of wildflowers and such at Mt. Rainier, but I found so many unposted images from our trips, that this just evolved. We made several trips to this national park, this one from 2011 when I had just gotten the Canon SX20. Not much range, but pretty good with closeups.
Every once in a while, just sauntering along a trail at Mt. Rainier, you finally notice the littler things in wildlife, things like berries. Snowberries, huckleberries, bearberries (you know, berries that bears eat), elderberries, raspberries. They can be plain, simple little clusters, so I gave this my dark background treatment.
Symphoricarpos albus is a species of flowering plant in the honeysuckle family known by the common name common snowberry. It is native to North America, where it occurs across much of Canada and the northern and western United States.
Symphoricarpos albus grows in shady and moist mountain and forest habitat, in woodlands and on floodplains and riverbanks. It can grow in a wide variety of habitat types. It is naturalized in parts of Britain, where it has been planted as an ornamental and a cover for game.
I had absolutely no intention of shopping today. Then I blinked... and somehow ended up covered in tattoos, leather, and attitude. 😏💸
Today's guilty parties are the gorgeous Essence Tattoo from Onyx Tattoo, the stylish Ohm sunglasses from SacredSquare (which can also be worn folded because apparently even my accessories need accessories 😎✨), and the fully customizable OMG! leather armbands from [E-Clipse Design]. 🔥
You can find all three at the OUH LALA Event right now, where I strongly recommend exercising restraint... unlike me. If you're reading this, it's already too late. Your Lindens are in danger. 🚨💰😂
Once the event ends, these beauties will move to their respective mainstores, but why wait when you can make questionable financial decisions today? 😇️
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It was my intention to photograph the night sky in hopes to see shooting stars from the Perseid Meteor Showers. However, luck would have it that a thunderstorm lit up the sky. The meteors were scarce, so I changed the ISO and attached a "Nifty 50" prime lens to shoot lightning in the distance instead. I was pleasantly surprised with a few shots.
My intention was to get two walkers headed the way the juxtaposed lamps point to on either side. I couldn't get that shot. Turns out, very few people walk there, and there's heavy, composition-destroying traffic (I had to clone out a car from this one too). I may find a better frame in the bunch I shot or may choose to cheat more at some point, though.
Haliç Bridge, Istanbul.
Mon intention était de transmettre l'idée d'une énergie explosive dans la nature au printemps. Cette fleur était complètement ouverte le lendemain matin.
My intention was to convey the idea of an explosive energy in nature in spring. This flower was completely open the next morning.
Canon EOS 750D
TAMRON SP 90mm F/2.8 Di VC USD MACRO
1/160; ƒ/4.5; ISO 160
I visited Holkham Hall in Norfolk today to see the large herd of Fallow Deer they have there, with the intention of trying out some motion blur on them. Not something I've really tried before on wildlife, so thought I'd have a go. Fairly pleased with how this came out as a first attempt, but I'm open to any comments, critique or any tips on motion blur techniques.
Our intention was always to finish the day shooting Ben Loyal. The wind had been an issue all day so I expected to find Lochan Hakel too choppy for reflections and had intended trying a hillside rather than lochside viewpoint. Somewhat fortuitously I couldn't find an obvious place to park for the hillside view and ended up at the small pull-in for Lochan Hakel anyway. Though 90% of the loch was rippled by the breeze, we found a small inlet I had not used before with some relatively calm water and, more importantly, some pretty reeds catching the light.
Intention: The pilot wants to deposit the passenger equipped with a snowboard to the top of the mountain!
(to deposit the passenger without stopping so that the paragliding does not deflate... not easy!!)
🌿 I wear the Anne Corset the way one steps into intention.
It begins with structure — an overbust silhouette that lifts, holds, and defines, not to restrain me, but to remind me of my own shape. The sweetheart neckline curves like a quiet promise, framing my décolletage with a softness that feels deliberate, almost whispered. Boning traces my torso with purpose, guiding posture and presence, while the front lacing draws the eye inward, toward the center of me — where composure meets desire.
💗 This is corsetry as confidence.
Not armor. Not costume.
But poise, worn close to the skin.
Under dappled light — the kind that filters through trees and settles on bare shoulders — the Anne feels alive. Satin catches the glow. Shadows deepen the seams. Every line is intentional, every curve composed to be seen. It carries the romance of history, yet speaks fluently in the language of now.
📜 Corsets once shaped the silhouettes of queens and courtesans alike, symbols of etiquette, femininity, and power in the 18th and 19th centuries. Over time, they were reclaimed — transformed by designers who understood that structure could be sensual rather than restrictive. From Victorian overbust designs to the rebellious elegance championed by Vivienne Westwood, corsetry has always mirrored a woman’s relationship with autonomy. The Anne Corset honors that lineage — not by tightening control, but by celebrating choice. I wear it because I want to. Because it changes my posture. Because it feels like authorship.
️ The HUD opens that story even further.
With intuitive controls, I can shift the Anne’s mood effortlessly — selecting from 15 beautifully curated colors, including romantic classics and exclusive statement tones. The HUD allows complete customization of the laces, knots, and top detailing, letting me decide whether the moment calls for softness, contrast, or bold definition. Each adjustment feels personal, like tailoring emotion directly into fabric.
🎀 Compatible mesh bodies:
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• Legacy Perky
• Legacy Bombshell
• LaraX
• PetiteX
• Reborn
• Waifu
The Anne adapts seamlessly, honoring the body I choose to inhabit, without compromise.
✨ This is romantic corsetcore with intention — modern, expressive, and unmistakably self-possessed. Paired with lace-up legs or worn alone as a statement, the Anne does not ask for attention. It holds it.
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And I leave you with words that feel stitched into this piece itself:
💬 “Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.”
— Vivienne Westwood
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On this occasion today published a new version of one of my favorite shots, processed more brightness to the flamingos get a greater role.
I would love to know your opinion, because right now I have nothing clear to do.
I present a single photography this year for a worldwide competition and I would like to know your opinion, if I should file this for me, it is the best that I have of my series of flamingos, or one of my many seascapes image?
The story behind the picture:
That day we traveled to some lakes there are relatively close to home, to do some landscape photography at dawn.
When we got there, we were surprised that they had a lot of flamingos quietly along the lake and let us draw near enough to them and photograph.
The right time of the shooting, because the close passage of a plane, due to the noise got scared and started running to take flight.
The technique used is simply a neutral gradient filter three steps to compensate the lights.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Friday. :)
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I arrived at the castle with the intention of trying to capture a shot that I hadn`t seen before, but as the sky began to change colour I found myself simply gazing at a wonderful scene that so many people had enjoyed before. I was a little surprised to find that I appeared to be the only person out photographing the sunrise, until I turned around and looked behind me to see a small army of photographers all in a line in the rocks! I quickly grabbed my gear and hid in the dunes so as not to spoil their shots of a beautiful sunrise
My intention here was to photograph the magnificent Vittoriano monument, silhouetted against the late afternoon sky. The bird in the shot is therefore a total fluke, to be honest. Although this shot is a rather poor quality camera phone image, I thought I'd post it anyway, as I was struck by how prevalent these invasive Parakeets are in Rome. Particularly around the Colosseum, where the birds appeared to be making use of the many nooks & crannies in the ancient stone walls, presumably to roost in, or possibly even nest. No surprise really, I guess, given how this species has now spread over much of Europe & beyond. I can't help but wonder though how many indigenous species have been displaced as a result.
Taken - May 2025
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Good intention: forgot to place this one on flickr.. will do it now in the NEW Year as a good intention
I had no intention of posting another photo today, especially one that breaks with my string of flowers. But, I was looking at some archives and ran across this from 2015, and angry bird before "Angry Birds."
I remember taking this photo, and I remembered how disappointed I was when I saw what was less than a stellar shot. The colors were true, believe it or not, but I was really bothered by the intrusive tree trunk. Well, that certainly was no reason for not sharing this gem. I've never gotten a Western Bluebird that head on!
I've shared my history with the Western Bluebird Restoration Team before. Briefly, for eight years, I climbed the hills of Mt. Diablo, and cleaned the bluebird boxes, made sure there were no predator access, kept bees, ants, earwigs and other mini-vermin out, and tried not to disturb the parents through the breeding season. My reward was to be untrusted even after having attended to some first for two or three years when housing was available on some oak tree that House wrens, Ash-throated flycatchers, or starlings hadn't found. I actually had one pair of Violet-green swallows use one nest box to have and rear five chicks that made it all the way through and departed the box like Quaker Puffed Wheat kernels! That was a thrill. Violet-green swallows are not rare, but I doubt if there were more than four nests on the whole mountain. And they are beautiful.
Not as colorful as the Western Bluebird. All of my images of the bluebirds are tru to color. The males ARE that blue. The orange is that orange, not just buff. And the baby blue bellies are that pastel. The look on this one's face, however, is unique. In ten years, I never met another who looked so ... ticked.
So, you'll pardon the interuption. More of the garden on Sunday as usual.
My intention was to capture the movement of the train while still retaining enough detail to recognise the subject as a train and not just streaks of colour. I didn't use a tripod so it looks live the VR system on the Nikon 24-70mm VR f/2.8 FX AF-S E N ED is a good as Nikon claim!
❤️ I dress with intention—because a silhouette is never just fabric, it’s a conversation between confidence and desire. In this moment, Elinor and Gloria meet, both by Wellmade, and together they shape a look that understands the power of contrast: softness sharpened by structure, romance held firmly in place by discipline. 🔥
💄 The Elinor Dress sculpts first, seduces second. Its plunging neckline channels the daring elegance of late-1970s Paris, when corsetry stepped boldly out of the shadows and into high fashion. The lace-up waist echoes Victorian foundations reimagined for modern control—drawing the eye inward, defining the waist, and releasing into a sleek mini skirt that lengthens the leg with subtle slit detailing and ribbon accents. The PBR finish delivers a smooth, luminous surface that reflects light like polished silk, ensuring every movement feels intentional and magnetic.
💋 Elinor’s HUD offers remarkable versatility with 25 color options—ranging from deep, sensual jewel tones to soft neutral statements—allowing the dress to shift effortlessly from provocative evening glamour to refined sophistication.
🔥 The Gloria Boots answer the dress with unapologetic power. Thigh-high and sculpted to perfection, they draw inspiration from the bold runway statements of the 1990s, when height, attitude, and sharp heels redefined feminine authority. The fitted shaft embraces the leg like a second skin, while the signature bow detailing at the heel adds a flirtatious counterpoint to their commanding silhouette. Enhanced PBR textures emphasize material depth, subtle folds, and sheen for striking realism.
❤️ Gloria’s HUD elevates the experience even further with 42 color options—classic black, sultry reds, soft blush tones, and daring brights—allowing you to redefine the entire mood of the look with a single touch.
💃 Together, Elinor and Gloria create harmony. The dress shapes the torso and waist, the boots extend the leg line, and the result is a seamless vertical flow that feels balanced, elevated, and irresistibly polished. This isn’t just fashion—it’s architecture for the body.
❤️ Compatible Mesh Bodies
Elinor Dress: LaraX, Legacy, Reborn, Waifu
Gloria Boots: Maitreya, LaraX, Legacy, Reborn
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💋 I don’t wear this look to be noticed. I wear it to be remembered.
❤️ “Fashion is about dressing according to what’s fashionable. Style is more about being yourself.” — Oscar de la Renta
I had every intention of posting pics of how our place looked over Christmas before the gifts were unwrapped and the North Pole shut down for the off season, but the chaos of Christmas & all the befrazzlement it caused simply prevented me from doing so any earlier than now. Up until last night I had resigned myself to the fact that sharing these just wasn't in the cards for this year, esp. with all the Christmas hullabaloo gone or fading so fast, I didn't think it was still worthwhile to do so, however a few sweet friends have been giving me the push I needed to get these up here, Christmas over or not. So this is me squeezing some in before the year switches out. At least they are still this year's pics! P.S. Hope everyone had a really happy Christmas. There is a beautiful fresh new year upon us... I hope it's a great one for all!
We never get tired of this view, and Max always reminds me to pull over into this spot before we go home. Or even if we are on the way to somewhere else! But this time it was done with intention because the weather was starting to lift, providing a chance to take some shots. There is something about this view that fires my imagination because you never quite know what might happen. The weather might have been really awful all day but then quickly lift, giving you some sublime, uplifting sunsets. Other times the low cloud base creates an atmosphere that just lulls you into deep introspection.
These changes of mood were the inspiration for The Sacred Isle Series, and I wanted to try and express how this wonderful landscape made me feel; at times as if I were floating in eternity, at other times deeply grounded in reality. But never did I lose sight of being connected to a wider, bigger story, one that keeps unfolding and never stops.
This view is overlooking the Sussex landscape towards Firle Beacon, on the South Downs of England. And Max is my VW Polo, who has got used to my constant need to photograph our home and landscape.
We thought you might like to see the landscape in ‘real-time’, before I transformed the results into works that reflect what my mind envisioned that day and what it was the landscape was trying to tell me.
So the following works after this post are from The Sacred Isles Series, and I hope you enjoy them and as I gradually add more works that are completed.
To view the Sacred Isle Series on my website, especially as more works go up, follow this link. There the works will appear as a designed piece with the poetry, and in the order I want them to be read.
i had no intention of doing the flickr thing tonight, however I came home to find a package waiting on my doorstep and this is what i found inside - the most beautiful soft luscious handmade scarf made for ME.
My friend sazzy(sazzola to me ) has been a steady source of encouragement as well as support for me. Sazz knew that (like many of you others) that today is the 6 mos. anniversary of my fathers passing and she knit this for me- with a card that brought tears to my eyes. I can't tell you how this wonderful gesture makes me feel- Sazzy is Beyond thoughtful and caring and selfless.
It reminded me of the night of my fathers birthday and David and I went over after work to see him and things were so incredibly bad but none of us thought he would be gone a week later. I sobbed the whole way home and waiting for me on the doorstep was a package from cynthia(myslideshow) - i cried even more. Then the following day my mom called and said that Dad seemed better - go get together with your flickr friends and have fun - that was the day of the "jersey meet" and we had fun, and one week later my father was gone.
Its just fitting that i spent time with some of my favorite flickr friends yesterday on the anniv. and after having dinner with mom tonight and talking briefly about todays date to come home to find a package from another friend i met through flicrk.. It amazes me the human spirit..
I only hope that im not taking all the time, but giving as well, like you all...
Sazzola - I love you and thank you ...
thanks to all of you that continue to stand with me , support me . i am very blessed.
I took this photo across the street from the Python Temple in Ouidah, Benin, West Africa. I spotted these two women who
were selling everything from clay pots to kittens but I thought that if they saw me, they might reject me. The woman on the right looks worn out. A tough job for sure. My intention was to photograph daily life for people living on the edge as many are who live in rural countryside of Benin.
Title: Hiding My Intention, 2018
Size: 120 x 180 cm, or 100 x 150 cm.
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Pond
An area of water smaller than a lake, often artificially made
Ponder
To think carefully about something, especially for a noticeable length of time
Ponderings is a series of semi-abstract photos of water features with vegetation, in which the light seems to play a game with our perception. The works not only contain reflections, but perhaps also invite us to reflect. From this principle, the name Ponderings originated.
Best wishes for 2020, everybody!
Macro Mondays ~ Red
My intention was to have a macro straw image, then a vintage milk bottle was added, along with milk and a red background. I guess you just have to enjoy where the journey takes you. :)
Happy MM to All
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Danse de la paix (1/2)
La Danse de la paix est propulsée par une intention aussi humble que grandiose:
Unir le Monde par une danse interculturelle pour la paix.
Il s’agit d’une courtepointe de mouvements, symboles de paix, enracinés dans des cultures et sagesses des quatre coins du monde.
Elle offre une voie pour manifester, tous ensemble, notre engagement envers une plus grande paix intérieure, avec les autres et avec la Nature.
Elle voyagera autour du monde pour semer un message de paix et d'unité.