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Tendrils of vapour rising from the waters surface merging with the mist lying in the valley.
The line and fence going left to right lower third is the Liskeard to Looe railway line, there can't be many more picturesque railway journeys.
And look at me, toning like I've got a clue!
So Mr Spock has been waiting for Santa to come, he just doesn't realize that he has a few days to go to have his wish of unlimited kitty treats be met.
Our ship had an ice strengthened hull, but every now and then I had a little Titanic moment when I saw those massive, sharp icebergs hitting us.
Photographed in Antarctica.
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A pair of Carolina Wrens, Thryothorus ludovicianus, took a liking to a decoration my wife hung on the door to our garage--a half-bucket filled with realistic faux tulips stuck into styrofoam. The Wrens excavated the styrofoam to hollow out a space for eggs, making a mess outside but apparently a suitable interior. When we realized they were serious about staying, I moved the bucket from the door to a hook on the side of the garage. A little less protected from the weather, but much less in danger of shocks from humans going in and out of the garage. The wrens were confused for an hour, but found the new location and stuck with it. As it turns out, during the current unpleasantness we don't go anywhere anyway, so I could have left it on the door.
Now the parental pair makes continuous trips to feed the 3 chicks, bringing bugs & worms from all over. This morning as I sat on the patio, one of the parents came by and jumped from chair to chair, pausing as if to say, "Who do you think you are, poking that big lens at my 3 chicks?"
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Deeply appreciate Flickr Friday for choosing this photo for their gallery. Very timely theme. Wishing you all expeditious safe release from captivity!
My faith has holes and hope it won't hurt
When I get buried beneath the dirt
But a part of me still believes
My spirit will soar above the trees
Yet a desperate fear flows through my blood
That my soul gets buried beneath that mud.
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original painting Smiles And Lies by Artist Ruth Hunter; medium: oil and cold wax on panel; artwork size: 12x12" (framed)
Antwerpen 12-11-2011 - Het Spaanse ereconsulaat in de Zirkstraat. Bedankt voor de info Jacques!
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I'll not lie, I'm struggling at the moment.
All I can offer right now is this rare example of a photo taken by myself in the summertime (the Scottish Highlands are best avoided in summer, I find).
I "slept" out on Cárn Mór Dearg's summit on this particular night; having the company of several million midges justified my reservations about the season!
The work is made of styrofoam, stainless steel, reflecting glass panels, and glass splinters and stands on a concrete pontoon that is equipped with an anchoring system. The monumental sculpture (12 x 17 x 16 meters in size) is an interpretation of Caspar David Friedrich’s 1824 painting Das Eismeer. Bonvicini reuses the imagery of the ice masses seen in Friedrich’s painting as a symbolic reference to romanticism and its ideals that established different common and fixed clichés, such as of art and art professionalism, but also of nature and scientific exploration. Reacting to the changing tides, the installation turns around its axis and moves within a range of 50 meters. The mirrors and transparent pieces provide constantly changing reflections. Bonvicini describes the work as “A monument to a state of permanent change.” (Wikipedia)
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away
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He whispered in my ear;
Fear not my child, for I have soft wings of a dove.
Demons can not have such fine wings my child.
For when they return to hell the feathers will burn away.
Give in sweet child, for I am the angel of wisdom.
For the temptation of knowledge is better sweet.
I can teach you many things my child, by simply making a deal with me.
This will be the third and final location in the current series on favourite backpacking trips. The Wokkpash lies off the Alaska Highway in northeastern BC, and it's a long, arduous trek - but well worth the effort.
After a wet crossing of MacDonald Creek - nearly waist deep in early August - I trudged 17 km up an old mining road before picking up a beautiful trail through a mossy pine forest and then a broad, rocky valley bottom, paralleling Wokkpash Creek. Eventually the valley narrowed into the famous Wokkpash Gorge, seen here from the trail along its rim: five kilometres of hoodoos lining both sides of the creek. Certainly a stark and dramatic landscape, very different from the rolling green tundra of the Burwash Uplands that I've posted over the past few days.
I was 44 when I did this trek, my last long solo backpacking trip. A few years later I suffered a shoulder injury, with related neck and back problems, and it was over. I still hike, but can't haul a heavy pack into places like this anymore; the knees won't carry me and other body parts rebel. So it goes.
A few more shots to come, and then I'll return to the present.
Photographed in Wokkpash Gorge, now part of Northern Rocky Mountains Provincial Park, BC (Canada); scanned from the original Fujichrome Velvia slide (ISO 50). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1993 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Petra] is a historical and archaeological city in southern Jordan. Petra lies around Jabal Al-Madbah in a basin surrounded by mountains which form the eastern flank of the Arabah valley that runs from the Dead Sea to the Gulf of Aqaba. The area around Petra has been inhabited from as early as 7000 BC, and the Nabataeans might have settled in what would become the capital city of their kingdom, as early as the 4th century BC. However, archaeological work has only discovered evidence of Nabataean presence dating back to the second century BC, by which time Petra had become their capital. The Nabataeans were nomadic Arabs who invested in Petra's proximity to the trade routes by establishing it as a major regional trading hub.
The trading business gained the Nabataeans considerable revenue and Petra became the focus of their wealth. The Nabataeans were accustomed to living in the barren deserts, unlike their enemies, and were able to repel attacks by taking advantage of the area's mountainous terrain. They were particularly skillful in harvesting rainwater, agriculture and stone carving. Petra flourished in the 1st century AD, when its famous Al-Khazneh structure – believed to be the mausoleum of Nabataean king Aretas IV – was constructed, and its population peaked at an estimated 20,000 inhabitants. One of the seventh wonder of the world which is considered must visit place before death.
The General Lying In Hospital in Waterloo. It is now part of the adjacent Premiere Inn Hotel. "Lying In" is an archaic term for childbirth and this was originally the country's first dedicated maternity hospital. It opened in 1767, moving to this site in 1828 and closed in 1971 as such. It was the initiative of a Dr John Leake whose name is now more synonymous with the open graffiti tunnel underneath Waterloo Station in Leake Street.
Here he is my second dream))
I've been looking for this place long time and finally I found it. But there was a second problem The weather was not suitable for this image
I waited a week and then came the fog I realized it's time to shoot, I tried to keep the fog and atmosphere just like I saw in a dream, and I think I did it))
I even came up with a little story!
Perhaps you now look at this image and think, his hands are not tied why he can not free himself?
I tell you why)))
He tied himself, all that he had read was a lie, and that's why he decided to burn them, and he with them.
He refused to see the truth, he just could not see it his eyes were tied up with lies.
He preferred death with his favorite books, he could not live without them.
Lie destroyed him.
Hún lá þarna í fjörunni í Geldinganesi og grotnaði niður, þessi lúna fleyta, þegar mig bar að og ég féll fyrir þesu myndefni. svo ég málaði lítið málverk af þessum litla bát. Ljóst fannst mér að þessi fleyta myndi eiga sér sögu Og andinn kom yfir mig svo að ég lét ekki við það sitja að mála myndina heldur orti líka þetta litla ljóð, um það sem ég gat ímyndað mér um söguna sem að baki bjó. Þarna liggur þessi fleyta ennþá að ég held, og bíður eftir að hitta skipstjórann aftur. Olía á striga 60 x 35 cm. / This boat was lying there, decaying. And I felt I had to paint a"portrait" of it. An old boat with a story, and my imagination together did result in a little poetry or verses about what the story might be. So I wrote it onto my painting. The boat, or what is left of it now, is still waiting there for the captain to come
Oil on canvas. 60 x 35 cm.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. -- Diane Ackerman
Life- to me is a complete mystery. We meet countless faces in our way of life and every face has an own expression.Every single human being has a different story but we only know a few. Rest of the stories remain a mystery, sometimes even the known ones.