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You just never know when you're going to get a chance to get a special capture. I had very little expectations today - and then the house thermostat broke. So I stopped late in the afternoon to do a Lowe's curbside pick-up and as I drive through the JC Penny parking lot I see a dozen birds feeding in a tree - hmph - I figure they must be Robins. I decide to take a closer look - mother-of-pearl, one of my favorite birds - Cedar Waxwings. Oh yeah, this day just got immensely better. .
IF I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.. IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU..
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What's a mama bear to do when she has 3 little spring cubs with her, but yet she needs to go fishing for salmon? In my experience, often they will bring their cubs towards humans, almost as if they're dropping them off for babysitting. See, in the spring or early summer, the boars will follow the sows and they to get their babies away from them, so that they can mate. It's a hard side to nature, but if she loses her cubs, then the odds are stacked more in the boar's favor for mating. By dropping off the "kids" closer to humans, she knows that it's less likely that the aggressive boards will invade that space. To me, it's a Win/Win! Thankfully I've never had to witness that harsh reality of the life of bear cubs (fingers crossed I never do).
While on this break for the sow, you couldn't help but fall in love with these little springers ... and I love how they seemed to be so huddled together for protection. Just love bears and these 3 were over the top on the cuteness scale. <3
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...And I know what you did last weekend.
A week ago, just as the sun peeked over the horizon and I was paddling beneath a hollowed-out cypress trunk on Mud Lake, Mr. Plieated Woodpecker popped out of a hole, stared at me as I stared at him, then quickly flew away for parts unknown. So this morning I approached the cypress with camera already in hand and just as the sun cleared the horizon, Mr. Pileated rolled out of bed again, gave me one brief look and again quickly headed off to work. Sure hope this is his homestead and not just an airbnb.
You know where this is, you've seen it before. This shot is used in all the promotional material for Japan. After seeing it so many times, I'd argue this shot symbolizes Japan (on a photographic level at least). Hence my title choice, which is one of the primary nicknames for the country. It's truly unbelievable that this island nation has THE longest history in the world, one of the most respectable cultures, managed to preserve it's strength through centuries of self isolation, has some of the most beautiful landscapes in both urban and natural backgrounds. And on a personal note, the strive for perfectionism in Japan is inspiring to no end. And Shinto is one of the better religions I've had the privilege to research. Japan is a near perfect country.
This shot however, is not. I'm actually a little embarrassed to release it in this state. So why is it here at all? The conditions for getting this shot, I would not allow myself to walk away from this one. Up before dawn to get "the rising sun", the road up to Arakurayama was closed. I'm no hiker, so walking up all those flights of stairs might have been one of the most grueling and physically demanding things I've had to do in this country (even Fushimi wasn't as tiring as this).
On top of that, I made the massive mistake to shoot this with a slow shutter, even with a tripod there were many problems. Every angle I got here had a problem of random blurs of light. I had to balance out the clarity and the noise reducer in editing, and certain pieces are still out of proportion. This is still the best angle I got here and this is as good as this image is going to get. I was actually a little worried it would look like an AI image when I was finally done with it. My associate said I was overexaggerating and that it was fine so I uploaded it anyway. But I will gladly hit this location again in the future, I must never lose the strive for perfection, at all of these places and angles.
I know I know... ur so sick of those crazy stuff already.. but bare with me a little bit ... I'll stop whenever u say so :)
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know this:
There is no hurry.
We shall get there
someday.
A.A Milne
Enjoying a calm and beautiful sunset at Cape Fear River, NC.
I really thought they'd not bother to repair this again but I was wrong. Work started this week.
White stands for the proposed borders of an excavation. When crews need to mark the limits of the excavation needed for a basement, or even just a trench, they mark the outlines in white paint. This is usually the first step before any underground infrastructure is precisely located. It shows where the digging will occur.
Orange chalk indicates communications. This could include cable TV, phone systems, alarm wiring, fiber optics, or conduits intended to carry signals rather than power. With our modern reliance on telecommunications, it’s wise to be careful when digging around orange markings.
Blue chalk s the color of water, thus it makes sense that blue markings indicate the presence of water lines. Though not as potentially disastrous as a gas or power line, hitting a water pipe or main would have some pretty severe consequences on a project and surrounding residents. Take care around water, despite the peaceful, blue color.
Yellow means natural gas, petroleum, or steam. It’s the color for urgency and caution. Anyone who’s tapped into a gas line and lived to tell the tale knows the value of accurate markings for gas lines. Oil and steam can be almost as problematic. Take care when you see yellow markings.
I know these guys are everywhere in Caliornia making holes and lots of noise, but they are so cute. This guy had his foot up in a position that reminded me of the very recognizable logo on the Captain Morgan bottle.
Clown-faced western woodpecker with a complicated social structure, living in small colonies. Best known for its habit of hoarding acorns: the birds drill small holes in a dead snag, then harvest acorns in fall and store them in these holes, to be eaten during winter. Such a "granary tree" may be used for generations and may be riddled with up to 50,000 holes. Nesting is a group activity, with several adults (up to 12 or more) taking part in incubating the eggs and feeding the young in a single nest.
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And did you know
That every flake of snow
That forms so high
In the grey winter sky
And falls so far
Is a bright six-pointed star?
Each crystal grows
A flower as perfect as a rose.
Lace could never make
The patterns of a flake.
No brooch
Of figured silver could approach
Its delicate craftsmanship. And think:
Each pattern is distinct.
Of all the snowflakes floating there –
The million million in the air –
None is the same. Each star
Is newly forged, as faces are,
Shaped to its own design
Like yours and mine.
And yet… each one
Melts when its flight is done;
Holds frozen loveliness
A moment, even less;
Suspends itself in time –
And passes like a rhyme.
Snowflakes
-Clive Sansom
For Kreative People December Contest 57 Snow, Ice & Rain.
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The Autumn Gallery is open at Kreative People: Highlight Gallery
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The Spotlight Your Best photo pool is now accepting high quality photographs and artwork with a theme through December of ”WINTER & Holidays”.
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I know, there is still a long way to go... but nevertheless... let us think about the next holiday... just smiling :)
PS:
Marettimo, Sicily, South of Italy. Straight out of camera!
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Manca ancora molto all'estate
Lo, so... manca ancora una vita... ma ciò nonostante... pensiamo comunque ad una prossima vacanza.
PS: Marettimo, Sicilia. Nessun ritocco!
Yeah I know I’m suppose to be at home, but I can not be inside the entire time. Lucky the streets are pretty empty so keeping 6 feet away from everyone is pretty easy. Hope everyone is well and keeping safe. Hugs <3
Nobody knows where it is...nobody swims here except me....somewhere in Armidale....I would share it with you should you chance upon it:)
You guys know I’m a sucker for animal print.
No surprises there huh.
Jack Spoon Cosmetics Bri Dress has given us the GOODS, rigged for
- Reborn
- Juicy Boobs
- Legacy
- Lara X
(Yes, I’m showing this off in my reborn, Bri deserves it!)
PBR + Legacy Textures, magically adjusts based on your viewer.
*insert rainbow weooooowwwww here*
Single Color options or probably best to just buy the Fatpack for 16 fabric options.
Heck yeah.
This sexy lil dress is available at Kustom9 now.
So go demo, fall in love, and buy! So easy amirite?!
Oh heeeyyyy see this tattoo? It’s fucking dope, right?
By VUDU Tattoo, the Wild + Free Collection is BoM, 4 different opacity options, full or separate (lower, upper etc) 9 options.
I’m thinking I may never take this off, honestly. The Wild barefoot + free has absolutely got my heart. I’m in love!
Wild + Free Collection is available now at The Magical Fair.
Honourable Mentions
- Glasses Crush Shades - Space Cadet (FAVE glasses in all of SL)
- Hair Muse - Truth
- Necklace Yummy - Oversized Pearl Necklace
- Rings/Bracelets Yummy - Casual Chic Collection
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I know I've posted many images of these swans lately, but they are such a thrill for me to see and photograph. Now that I know that they are actually Trumpeter and not Tundra swans I'm even more excited. Thanks again Gerry for the proper ID.
Ciara breaks over the back of Eorsa. Isle of Mull, Scotland
For me has the feel of old cine films where storms were crackly and grainy... reminded me of the film 'I know where I'm going' www.theguardian.com/film/filmblog/2011/aug/24/i-know-wher...
Wanna know what it's like (like)
Baby, show me what it's like (like)
I don't really got no type (type)
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I wanted an excuse to use the ebody reborn so a pink succubus with Doja Cat vibes was formed haha. What's your favorite song?
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♡ Ceylon Lelutka Head ♡
♡ Ebody Reborn ♡
♡ Bonbon - Melona Hair ♡
♡ Petrichor - Kelstreia Horns ♡
♡ Aii - Amorous Demon Wings ♡
♡ Aii - Bleeding Heart Cuff Jewelry ♡
♡ Caboodle - Sinner's Outfit ♡
♡ Duckie - Kitten Bruises ♡
♡ Gloom - Leto ♡
♡ Gloom - Digital Heart Overlay ♡
♡ Psycho Pills - Yandere Love ♡ Overlay ♡
♡ Moonwaii - Cute Nosetip ♡
♡ Reed Skins - Kawaii Tears Animated ♡
♡ Rotten - Heart Bound Tattoo ♡
♡ FoxCity - Want it, Got it Backdrop ♡
♡ Mewsery Harmoji Pose ♡
I know this is out of season but I have been trying some different effects for fun. This car was hidden away under some trees along the side of the road. The wind was so strong that day so there was already a blur to the leaves in the original photo so I guess you could say I am trying to rescue it.
I know it's been ages since I've made any images to upload mostly because I'm not able to get a decent sized image to work with without crashing atleast a zillion times before. But all this aside, I've made these two hats for " Art In Hats" an event that I'm sure you'll be hearing more about pretty soon!
Yes I know I’m spoiled, living in West Cornwall. There’s no arguing with that, nor denying the abundance of natural beauty on the doorstep. Every so often I have a dig around on the laptop, generally when I’m looking for something else, find a shot I took at some point, stumbled across and worked on a couple of years later, and then promptly forgot all about for another eighteen months. I don’t remember taking this one at all. So the exif tells me, it was in September 2022, exactly a week after returning from Iceland, with the lens that didn’t make it onto the plane. I was obviously feeling sorry for the 70-200 and had used it that day out of a sense of guilt - having empathy for inanimate objects really is a step too far from reality at times. I spent a couple of months wandering around in a stupor after that Iceland trip, going to the usual haunts with the camera without much thought for what I was doing. Everything in Iceland was so overwhelmingly magnificent that it’s almost as if the first few outings after my return to Cornwall didn’t even happen. Going through the motions, barely noticing where I was or what I was taking pictures of, and dreaming of Dyrholaey and Vestrahorn while pointing my camera at places I knew so well that the pictures just took themselves with little involvement from me. Those two weeks in Iceland were the trip of a lifetime, and all else paled into insignificance around that time. I still have so many plans for Iceland, but that’s another story for another time. Let’s return to Godrevy.
Jumping forward to today, I've barely been to Godrevy at all in recent months. Hardly set foot outside the house until quite recently in fact. Usually the winter season here is a great time for landscape photography. You can shoot throughout the day and the golden hour glow is often spectacular, but this time around, especially since the turn of the year, to say it's been slim pickings would be an understatement. Barely a day passed without rain in some form or another, and the sky seemed to be almost permanently hidden by an unmoving blanket of grey cloud that hung heavily over the county like a damp duvet. At the end of January the weather forecaster told us it was the wettest month on record in Cornwall. As February gave way to March, the announcement came that it was the rainiest winter ever down here. The garden was bogged down in thick mud, while our spirits clung to the wet grass for fear of sinking down below its surface.
Sometimes I'd try to embrace the conditions and don my waterproofs, but by the middle of March it was all getting to be too much. During those two months I went out with the camera just five times at home, three of them within the first eight days of the new year. Sometimes I managed to dodge the rain, but only just. As for Godrevy, during the winter months it’s not unusual for me to come here every week. Just twice since January this year though. Things have finally begun to improve at last as Easter waits in the wings, but we still have the odd horror show when it pours down from morning to evening without a pause. It doesn’t help that the van has been out of action all winter either. It’s always been particularly satisfying to pull up in the car park and put the kettle on. Hopefully next winter normal service might be resumed.
I had a few images in mind for this latest post, none of which were this one. Until I noticed it in a downloads folder on my laptop. And when I look back through recent stories, the last homegrown one was posted in the middle of January with an image taken a month earlier. So I think it’s about time I remembered my roots and shared something from here in Cornwall. Even if it’s an image I don’t remember taking because I was still dining out on an adventure I wouldn’t forget if I lived to be two hundred and fifty. In fact, the handful of outings in recent months have produced a small number of images worth sharing, so I’ll be sure to do so eventually. But not yet because the next big jaunt is just around the corner.
We do know there was once a great Pictish fort at Burghead, built between 2,000 and 1,500 years ago, though little of it remains today. Tradition held that the hollow visible in the corner of the ancient fort held a well.
When the planned town of Burghead was built in 1808, the well was selected as its water source. Excavations the following year revealed a solid rock chamber, with a flight of stone steps leading down.
Theories about the function of the ‘well’ include:
a shrine to Celtic water deities
a place of ritual execution
an early Christian baptristy
a Pictish cult centre, later converted to Christian use
Swear you see the good in me
But that don't beat the hood in me
And I got my intentions and yours,
Yours are make believe
'Cause baby, I know, baby, I know
I, I'mma do you dirty
Say you love me now,
But, baby, it's too early
I, I'mma do you dirty
You think you love me now, I think you should be worried
Everyone knows to properly take care of your unicorn you must feed it snacks between every 2hour period.
Lack of snacks will render the unicorn immobile and unwilling to provide magical rainbow farts which will cause a lack of rainbow methane in the atmosphere. Crops will die and people will starve.
Be sure to feed your unicorn, murderer!
I know the theme for Happy Caturday this week is "exasperated" - the idea being that our little furry angels occasionally exasperate us. But Rena, of course, put her spin on the theme, so here she is being exasperated with the whole situation of being at the vet for her annual wellness exam and having Dr. Bahou listen to her heart and lungs.
She may not look happy but she was a very compliant patient. She appears very healthy and her weight is steady at 8.5 pounds.
Happy Caturday: Exasperated with
I know, the colour of this bird has nothing to do with the Holidays, but it does look rather festive! A Spotted Towhee (Pipilo maculatus) is a nice addition to any winter scene!
I've added these 2 to my album To A Rhythm We Will Never Know as another year passes and I remain 3 1/2 years clear.
Yes, it is mine...you know how you buy that piece of clothing in a foreign country because it looks so right there but on returning home you realize you will never wear it.
Well one year I was in London in January when Harrods had their crazy clearance sales, and the hat was just so fascinating. The next day the reality of packing it for the return trip hit me and I finally had to give up and wear it home.
This is where it all paid off. While I was waiting to board, the gate counter called me up and asked if I would mind being bumped to FIRST CLASS...not Business, but FIRST CLASS. Would I mind??? Well what an eye opener to see how the privileged travel. Most of my fellow first classer's were a rock band and their leggy blonde girlfriends, but it didn't interfere with my best flight ever (and I have been flying internationally since I was 7). It had to be the HAT! So every now and then I pull the hat from the back closet and dream about being bumped to first class again (which of course has never repeated)...hmm maybe I should start wearing it for all my flights.
Thank you so much for your visit!
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Happy Is Who Knows How To Love - Herman Hesse//
Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy." After many years of introspection and self-reflection, Hesse came to this beautiful conclusion. There"s nothing like love to help you experience happiness.
p.s. 3. "At her first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept within me, came awake, everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense." - Herman Hesse
Dance Me To The End Of Love - Leonard Cohen
Who knows when love begins, who knows what makes it start
One day it's simply there, a life inside your heart
It slips into your thoughts, it infiltrates your soul
It takes you by surprise, then seizes full control
Try to deny it and try to protest
But love won't let you go, once you've been possessed
Love never dies, love never falters
Once it has spoken, love is yours
Love never fails, love never alters
Hearts may get broken, love endures
Hearts may get broken, love endures
And soon as you submit, surrender flesh and bone
That love takes on a life much bigger than your own
It uses you at whim, and drives you to despair
And forces you to feel more joy than you can bear
Love gives you pleasure and love brings you pain
And yet, when both are gone, love will still remain
Once it has spoken, love is yours
Love never dies, love never alters
Hearts may get broken, love endures
Hearts may get broken...
Love never dies, love will continue
Love keeps on beating, when you're gone
Love never dies, once it is in you
Life may be fleeting, love lives on
Life may be fleeting
Love lives on Last Update: October, 16th 2014
I know, I said no more from this shoot but it's pouring outside and I have to wait in for a delivery, so ...
Don't look too closely as the image is not particularly sharp due to the strong wind which was blowing my camera about on the tripod, I could have opted for a faster shutter speed of course but I wanted to retain some movement in the water so went as slow as I dared.
No longer gnashing my teeth at the permanent fixture Cornwall County Council van as the new Generative Fill feature in Photoshop has wiped it very nicely from the image!
...if you know the photographs of Martin Parr, you may know his series shot around the chapels of the Calder valley. This one at Crimsworth featured heavily in that series. It always makes a great subject with its 'gritty' pennine stonework. Now a private house. Here's a sample from that book......
www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2015/mar/24/mart...
I know that less is more but sometimes more is more. This could be a simple white flower on a dark background but add a bubble and there is suddenly so much more to explore. I will say that there is no clear area on which to rest your eyes and it feels a bit chaotic but it is definitely more interesting than what I thought I was going to get.
If you are also now playing with bubbles I'd love to see what you are working on.
Luke 23:34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots.
Today is Good Friday. It marks the day our Lord was crucified.
I suppose it's Good Friday because if he hadn't sacrificed his body then the world would have been lost. But the good news is, that on Sunday, we commemorate the day of his resurrection.
God bless you and Happy Easter.
I'd like to thank two very special people who helped me with this shot and on very short notice, my good friends Levi Garrets and Uri Jefferson. You guys are so awesome! Thank you!♥
you know; actually this is Brendan's style,
I always inspired by him :)
thanks, Brendan for your creative art!
Please look at this page; www.flickr.com/photos/rebelsabu/........
I've added these 2 to my album To A Rhythm We Will Never Know as another year passes and I remain 3 1/2 years clear.
empty room ...
the salon style hanging
or Petersburg Hanging, usually a wild hanging and not in a row
multiple shapes and colors in small rectangles ...
here the flat hanging of the many single pictures becomes a total work of art ...
indirect light behind a ceiling joint results in a very bad distribution of light and made photography almost impossible,
ceiling and floor were therefore dark and the walls in the upper area overexposed ...
to this day I don't know if I should have entered this room at all, it was located in areas where normal visitors of the Voorlinden Museum are actually not allowed to go, but the door to this room wasn't locked ...
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Know all things to be like this:
A mirage, a cloud castle,
A dream, an apparition,
Without essence, but with qualities that can be seen.
Know all things to be like this:
As the moon in a bright sky
In some clear lake reflected,
Though to that lake the moon has never moved.
Know all things to be like this:
As an echo that derives
From music, sounds, and weeping,
Yet in that echo is no melody.
Know all things to be like this:
As a magician makes illusions
Of horses, oxen, carts and other things,
Nothing is as it appears.
-Buddha
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
“Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.”
― Harvey Mackay
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rv7KSdbAwQ4
It was no accident me finding you
Someone had a hand in it
Long before we ever knew
Now I just can't believe you're in my life
Heaven's smilin' down on me
As I look at you tonight
I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars
He sure knew what he was doin'
When he joined these two hearts
I hold everything
When I hold you in my arms
I've got all I'll ever need
Thanks to the keeper of the stars
Soft moonlight on your face oh how you shine
It takes my breath away
Just to look into your eyes
I know I don't deserve a treasure like you
There really are no words
To show my gratitude
I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars
He sure knew what he was doin'
When he joined these two hearts
I hold everything
When I hold you in my arms
I've got all I'll ever need
Thanks to the keeper of the stars
It was no accident me finding you
Someone had a hand in it
Long before we ever knew