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Se fossi più giovane,scriverei una storia della stupidità umana. Poi salirei sulla vetta più alta delle mie montagne e mi sdraierei sulla schiena, con la mia storia per cuscino, e prenderei dal terreno la pietra di quella cima e mi traformerei in statua e con un sorriso orribile sulle labbra farei marameo a chi sapete voi.
© 2009 Aelin Quan – All rights reserved - Réf. 091119
<<Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.>>
(John Keats, To Autumn)
******** Credits ********
Landscape : Magoo.
Textures : JoesSistah (Angela Wolf) on FlickR, dazzle-textures and ro_stock on deviantART - many thanks to them!
I love the sea on beautiful days, but there is nothing like being there and watching the power of nature as a storm pounds the coast.
Textures: T29, T33 in my free texture set (Free Textures by TCP) and another one of mine: 20110827_0384 (not yet posted)
BIGGER ON BLACK: www.flickr.com/photos/amarcord108/4904645320/?reuploaded=...
Original image and processing by me.
Processed with the CameraBag app on the iPhone and in PhotoShop.
Texture by Tanya: www.flickr.com/photos/scrapbuddy2/4892557982/in/faves-ama...
The more impressive clouds found were hanging low and to the North, but no bother. They made for a striking reflection in the pools of the receding tide as we caught the days last light.
Netarts Bay, Ore.
Copyright 2011 Nick Kanta
All rights reserved.
The strange thing about the sunset is that, as a photographer, I actually don't want the sun to set. I want it to stay right on the horizon - not below it, not above it - just right on it. And yet, everyday the sunset laps us, signalling the end of the day. The passing of the sunset reminds us that time is ephemeral, and as much as I don't want the sun to set, it does, and we have to make sure we make the best of every single sunset, and every single moment.
Netarts
OR USA
Came across this giant in the Avenue Of The Giants....could not believe how huge the thing was...laying on it's side the base towered over me.
The view from my kitchen window....it is a beautiful sight to see this time of year.
Uploaded for the "Through My Window" challenge at Legacy Gallery www.flickr.com/groups/lirodongallery/discuss/721576232452...
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Kamil I, eyesights / the happening of things;
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E' iniziato un altro giorno in cui osservare
i figli della paura
e gli strali di Sole pronti a ferirli
La mente prima di essere modificata dai condizionamenti: educazione , insegnamenti, esperienze,è "non memoria". Questa mancanza di informazioni provenienti dal vissuto permette all'artista di entrare in contatto con Matrix, la membrana intelligente universale in cui si trova la memoria universale
Il termine matrix deriva dal latino matrix, matricis e può essere tradotto in italiano con "madre" o "nutrice", "matrice", "utero", "stipite" e, in senso lato, anche con "canale". Le matrix sono però anche elementi di tipo tabellare derivanti da strutture matematiche, molto utilizzate nei programmi per computer per associare dati tra loro.
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The Beauty of Her Passion Could not Be
With Held for She felt it Was Time To Paint
The Message In the Sky For All To Enjoy
Original Quote .
Amazing, other-worldly sand shapes are formed naturally by the changing ocean tides and strong winds, found only for about half a mile along the Netarts Bay, Oregon beach, about a 2 hour drive from Portland. The rare formations are about 6 x 6 inches in size, this one being the most unusual. I walk the beach fairly often, but have never seen another cone or any shapes as prominent as those found on Sept. 9th and 10th, 2013. The beach changes dramatically with every tide and never fails to impress.