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......It’s said that at the end of the rainbow, a leprechaun mines his gold from veins that pulse with a light no sun ever made. The treasure he extracts lies scattered carelessly across the blasted terrain—twisted stacks, half-melted coins, and small hills of raw gold pushed toward his ruined castle like offerings. The rutted, hidden track that leads to his crumbling keep winds through these mounds, half-swallowed by the shifting earth. He lives alone in the shadows, guarding his hoard with traps, whispers, and old, crawling curses. They say those who reach the rainbow’s end never leave whole—if they leave at all.
upload for the Group Smile on Saturday - theme of July 27, 2019: Black and White in Colour
... once again digging really deep in my archive as I am still coming back slowly from vacation. This photo was taken with my first DSLR (which got stolen a few months later at a break-in in our holiday home)
Just for fun :D
This beauty did wait really patiently in the car for her/his owner - behind the wheel - ready to hit the road ?? ; ))
It's not mine, by the way - just discovered by chance ... and I couldn't resist !!
Happy Smile on Saturday, everyone, and a wonderful weekend !
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... ich stöbere heute nochmal sehr tief in meinem Archiv - diese Aufnahme wurde mit meiner ersten DSLR gemacht (die einige Monate später im Urlaub bei einem Einbruch in die Ferienwohnung gestohlen wurde) ... man kann die technische Entwicklung seitdem erkennen :)
Diese Schönheit hat geduldig im Auto auf seine Besitzer gewartet und hat mein Fotografieren mit stoischer Gelassenheit über sich ergehen lassen: ich wurde schlichtweg ignoriert ; ))
Einen fröhlichen Samstag und ein schönes (hoffentlich nicht mehr ganz so heißes) Wochenende euch allen !!
He sat quietly in the shadows, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. A single beam of light brushed his face, revealing those deep, knowing eyes. For a moment, it felt like he was studying me as much as I was studying him—two beings sharing the same silence, each trying to understand the other.
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Tja, ganz schön viele Fotos auf einmal. Allerdings habe ich mich auch schwer damit getan, diese Serie zu zerreißen. Weil sie meiner Meinung nach nur zusammen wirken. Ich war wieder im Moor und wieder kam ich an der Hütte vorbei. Ich hab sie schon mal besucht und etwas abgelichtet. Dieses mal strahlte sie aber das aus, was sie wirklich ist. Ein Unterschlupf. Ein Ort des Treffens. Ein Ort der Geselligkeit. Früher einmal. Jetzt wird das Gelände großflächig saniert und ich schätze, dieses Kleinod wird es dann nicht mehr geben. Und deshalb lasse ich alle Aufnahmen zusammen. Nicht alle Fotos sind perfekt scharf. Aber das stört mich nicht. Die Hütte war ja schließlich auch nicht rausgeputzt. ;-)
Deep in the emerald shadows of Borneo’s ancient rainforest, he emerges—calm, composed, colossal. Draped in auburn armor and framed by the fading light, he grips the rope not out of necessity, but with the effortless confidence of a king surveying his kingdom. Every wrinkle on his face tells a story of survival, strength, and silent authority. He doesn’t roar or rage—he doesn’t need to. His presence alone commands respect.
I call him The Boss—not just for his size, but for the aura that stills the forest when he moves. In that moment, behind the lens, I wasn’t just a photographer. I was a quiet observer in the realm of a true sovereign.
"We waited for the sun to set over Satang Island, hoping for that perfect golden farewell. But nature had other plans. The sun hid behind clouds, its light breaking through just enough to remind us of its presence. Not dramatic, but quietly beautiful.
Sunsets, like our lives, don’t follow a script. Each one is unique—some bold, others gentle—yet all fleeting and final. They remind us to pause, to feel, and to appreciate the beauty in what is, not what we expected.
May we all set as gracefully and beautifully as the sun—leaving behind a sky that remembers we were here."