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on the banks of the Lagoon channel in Botswana.

 

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Leopardess in the Khwai Private Reserve, Okavango Delta, Botswana 2019

 

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Hyena Puppy in the Kwando concession, Botswana

 

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Hippo in the Okavango Delta, Botswana

 

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they call this male Cheetah in the Kwara concession due to his special abilities. He´s often found climbing trees which is unusual for a Cheetah.

 

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Phuket, Thailand 2019

 

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I drove across Beverley Westwood yesterday an ancient area of pasture land on the edge of Beverley, were cattle still graze unfenced. In all my years of crossing the Westwood I have never seen it so carpeted in buttercups. I had time to stop and take a quick grab shot as you can see the sky was heavy with clouds a few minutes after taking the shot it was pouring with rain

 

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... follow the wet and dirty road to the clouds ...

 

... and again a misty morning - my favourite time for taking pictures ... yes hdr again ;-)

...winter sunrise ....

... die bunten Sonnenaufgänge waren die letzte Zeit eher seltener .... um so mehr habe ich mich bei der Gassirunde gefreut .... auf den Jurahöhen mit Blick ins Naabtal ...

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Perdu (Lost)

  

Où sommes-nous, mon ami?

Que nous est-il arrivé?

Où sont passés la mer et les oiseaux?

  

Ce monde m’est inconnu

Et ce ciel étrange là-haut?

Il est beau comme un fantasme, mais je ne reconnais plus l’étoile que j’aime

À quel univers appartient-il?

Serions-nous égarés à l’Est d’Éden ?

Perdus dans la noirceur d’un monde occupé par le faux?

  

Sur cette étendue sans horizon

Tu es mon repère

Sur ce monde enseveli sous ses phantasmes et incapable de vérité

Je serai ton repère

  

Inventer un monde nouveau…

Voilà, ce qui nous guidera

Cela n’arrivera pas sans effort, sans un effort de mémoire, d’espoir

Quand l’essentiel est perdu, il reste toujours l’avenir

C’est avec toi et tous ceux qui te ressemblent que je veux l’inventer

  

Et retrouver mon étoile

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Lost

  

Where are we, my friend?

What happened to us?

Where are the sea and the birds?

 

This world is unknown to me

And this strange sky above?

It is beautiful as a phantasm, but I no longer recognize

the star that I love;

To which universe it belongs?

Are we lost at East of Eden?

Lost in the blackness of the world filled by fakes?

 

On this immensity without horizon

You are my landmark

On this world buried beneath these phantasms and unable to see the truth;

I will be your landmark

 

Inventing a new world. . .

Look, that will guide us

This will not happen without effort, without an effort of memory and hope.

When the essential is lost, there is always the future.

It is with you and all those who resemble you that I want to invent it

 

And to find my lost star

Patrice

   

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Steenbok in the Kruger Nationalpark, South Africa

 

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Cerro Colina desde Valle Arenas, Chile

  

Castanets - No Voice Was Raised

  

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LA MÉMOIRE DE L’EAU

  

Le « beau » de la nature n'a pas besoin d’explications. Il est là, devant nous, et se décrit en peu de mot. En peu de mot, mais avec une émotion intense qui nous transperce et nous fusionne au Monde.

  

Il est là le mystère, l’énigme que nous pose la beauté naturelle, en si peu de mots. Cette énigme va bien au-delà de la réalité physique et des connaissances qui sont à notre portée.

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J’écoute le chant de l’eau vive qui coule dans la rivière devant moi, en moi. Elle me raconte l’histoire de la vie sur Terre, de ce qui fut et restera à jamais imprimé dans sa mémoire.*

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Inspiré de Alexandre Lacroix, Devant la beauté de la nature et de Emmi Itäranta, The Memory of Water.

  

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THE MEMORY OF WATER

  

The "beauty" of nature needs no explanation. It is there, in front of us, and describes itself in a few words. In a few words, but with an intense emotion that pierces us and merges us with the World.

This is the mystery, the enigma that natural beauty poses to us, in so few words. This enigma goes far beyond the physical reality and the knowledge that is within our reach.

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I listen to the song of the living water flowing in the river in front of me, in me. It tells me the story of life on Earth, of what was and will remain forever imprinted in its memory.*

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* Inspired by Alexandre Lacroix, « Devant la beauté de la nature" and Emmi Itäranta, "The Memory of Water".

Patrice photographist, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia

 

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♫ I'm your biggest fan

I'll follow you until you love me

Papa-paparazzi

Baby, there's no other superstar

You know that I'll be

Your papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

Baby, you'll be famous

Chase you down until you love me

Papa-paparazzi ♫

 

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This architecturally, is one of the prettiest building in Austin. I was hoping other, similar, buildings would follow. Sadly, it didn't happen. Everyone's going for the sleek look, or what I call boring.

Anyway, update, I went to the Ice Cream festival. Okay, you have to remember, only 2600 people live in Wimberley. So, the festivals here aren't that crazy. In face, it was almost comical. It was 10 bucks for all you could eat. I didn't stay long..;)

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The castle follows a motte and bailey design but, unusually, it has two mottes.[2] The only other castle in England to have two mottes is Lincoln Castle.[1]

 

The first motte, known as Brack Mount, was completed shortly after the Norman conquest of England in 1066 and the second motte, known as the Keep, was completed in the late 11th century.[2] Both mottes were built by William de Warenne, 1st Earl of Surrey.[2] The mottes would originally have been surmounted by wooden palisades but these were replaced with masonry shell keeps at the start of the 12th century.[1] The bailey area also had a stone wall with towers.[1]

 

Soldiers went out from the castle to engage with Simon de Montfort at the Battle of Lewes in 1264.[3]

 

Towers were added to one of the shell keeps in the 13th century and a barbican gate was added in the 14th century.[2] When the last of the de Warennes, John, the 7th Earl, died without issue in 1347, he was buried in Lewes Priory.[2] His title was passed to his nephew Richard FitzAlan, 10th Earl of Arundel.[2]

 

The castle was leased by Sussex Archaeological Society from 1850 and was acquired by Charles Thomas-Stanford and gifted to the Sussex Archaeological Society in 1922.[2]

 

Wall collapse

On 11 November 2019 at 12:22 GMT the first alert was raised that a 10m by 10m section of the curtain wall had collapsed onto an adjacent house and garden.[4] Emergency services searched the site but found no casualties.[4] Sussex Archaeological Society said that the wall that collapsed was privately owned and one of the last parts of the curtain wall.[4] They also said that the parts owned by the society were checked independently on an annual basis.[4] The castle was closed as a precaution.[4] The wall was described in a contemporaneous news report as weighing 600 tonnes.[4]

 

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Tierra del Fuego, Chile

  

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But something stirs and something tries

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Echoes - Pink Floyd

  

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Sgwd ddwli Uchaf, The Upper Gushing Falls, on the River Neath, South Wales.

 

Taken during a dry summer with the river flow very low...the only time I could visit but no complaints...beautiful area!

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« Une génération qui ignore l’histoire n’a ni passé, ni avenir » (Robert Heinlein)

  

UN BREF RÉCIT DE VIE

  

J’ai marché vers

De vieilles cabanes de pêcheurs

Oubliées par le temps

Abandonnées les unes contre les autres

Sur un banc de sable fragile

Face aux vents de tous les horizons

  

Rêves d’autrefois

Aujourd’hui délaissés

Sans lumière

Sans vibration

Simple curiosité

Offerte à la vue des voyageurs de tous les horizons

  

J’ai peint un ciel orangé

Pour redonner -

Le temps d’une poésie imagée -

Une brillance chaleureuse

À ces histoires de vie mariées à la mer pour toujours.

Les goélands les raconteront

Par delà tous les horizons.

  

«Tous les horizons rêvent » (Josephine Bacon, poétesse Innue)

  

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"A generation which ignores history has no past and no future. » (Robert Heinlein)

  

A BRIEF LIFE STORY

  

I walked towards

Old fishermen's huts

Forgotten by time

Abandoned against each other

On a fragile sandbank

Facing the winds of all horizons

 

Dreams of the past

Now neglected

Without light

Without vibration

Simple curiosity

Available for travellers from all horizons

 

I painted an orange sky

To restore -

The time of a pictorial poetry -

A warm shine

To those stories of life married to the sea forever.

The gulls will tell them

Beyond all horizons.

 

“All horizons dream” (Josephine Bacon, Innu poet)

  

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Follow through

Make your dreams come true

Don't give up the fight

You will be alright

'Cause there's no one like you in the universe

Don't be afraid

What your mind conceives

You should make a stand

Stand up for what you believe

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Mood - Invincible

 

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AU SOMMET DU GENTIL GÉANT *

  

Entre ciel et terre…

Le sommet du Gentil Géant.

Une étendue de silence glacée

Aucun signe de l’univers artificiel humain

Pas même de végétation

Si peu de rochers.

  

Une nature brute qui défie les repères humains,

Un monde de contes fantastiques,

De ceux qui habitent l’imaginaire des enfants,

Ces univers impossibles où l’on rêve pourtant de vivre.

  

Mais pour quelles raisons voudrait-on vivre ici?… Sinon pour passer un moment inoubliable avec soi-même? …Où tourner une suite au film du Magicien d’OZ?

  

Parce que, devant moi, dans cet amas nuageux, l’Univers vient à ma rencontre

Et il se moque pas mal de mes états d’âme…

J’entends mon esprit m’implorer de fuir!

  

Je cherche, en vain, les mots justes

Pour décrire l’intensité de ce monde féérique et tragique à la fois

Mais lentement, dans ma tête, un air familier fait son chemin…

Led Zeppelin chante Stairway to heaven.

Prémonitoire non? Je gravi lentement cet escalier…

  

…Et il est hors de question que je rate la suite!

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* Cette image et son texte sont le résultat d’influences très diverses. Merci à Sylvain Tesson, écrivain et explorateur pour ses récits de vie incomparables, à ceux qui consacrent leurs talents à l’émerveillement des enfants (Le Magicien d’Oz…) ainsi qu’à Gentle Giant et Led Zeppelin, deux groupes rock légendaires qui, eux aussi, ont émerveillé une génération. Aucun d’entre eux n’aurait imaginé, un jour, partager une même scène avec les autres!- Patrice

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ON THE GENTLE GIANT SUMMIT *

  

Between heaven and earth…

The summit of the Gentle Giant.

An expanse of frozen silence

No sign of the human artificial universe

Not even vegetation

So few rocks.

 

A raw nature that defies human landmarks.

A world of fantastic tales,

From those who inhabit the imagination of children.

These impossible universes in which we dream of living.

 

But for what reasons would one want to live here?… If not to spend an unforgettable moment with oneself? ... Where to shoot a sequel to the Wizard of OZ movie?

 

Because, in front of me, in this cloudy cluster, the Universe is coming to meet me

And he doesn't care about my moods ...

I hear my spirit begging me to run away!

 

I search in vain for the right words

To describe the intensity of this magical and tragic world at the same time

But slowly in my head a familiar tune makes its way

Led Zeppelin sings Stairway to heaven.

Premonitory, isn't it? I slowly climbed this staircase ...

 

… And there is no way I will miss the rest!

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Patrice photographiste

 

* This image and its text are the result of very diverse influences. Thanks to Sylvain Tesson, writer and explorer for his incomparable life stories, to those who dedicate their talents to the wonder of children (The Wizard of Oz…) as well as to Gentle Giant and Led Zeppelin, two legendary rock groups who, they too, have amazed a generation. None of them would have imagined, one day, sharing the same scene with the others!

 

I was coming back from Dry Island Buffalo Jump Provincial Park early one Saturday morning when I came across this pond. With no cover around I managed to scare off all the water fowl around. I then waited for the stillness of the pond. We sure do get some amazing skies in Alberta.

 

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OutreTerre - La nuit de tous les possibles

  

N’ayez crainte… Malgré ce que vos yeux vous disent, vous n’êtes pas seul. Fermez les yeux et vous verrez…

  

Dans le monde d’Outre Terre, l’aventure ne se déroule pas à l’ extérieur de vous, mais en vous. Et la réalité n’est qu’un des multiples possibles qui vous attendent.

  

Cet endroit se nomme Sautauriski, là où, selon une légende, les ancêtres du Nord se rassemblent durant les longues nuits de pleine lune, l’hiver.

  

Ne me demandez pas conseil avant d’avancer sur cette rivière gelée. Il n’existe pas de règles ou de méthodes sûres lorsqu’il s’agit d’entrer en contact avec ceux qui ont peuplés les mythes, les contes et les légendes de tant de générations humaines.

  

C’est un monde enchanté, une nuit de tous les possibles.

  

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Outland - Night of Mystery

  

Have no fear ... Despite what your eyes are telling you, you are not alone. Close your eyes and you will see …

  

In the world of Outland, the adventure does not take place outside of you, but within you; and reality is just one of the many possibilities that await you.

  

This place is called Sautauriski, where, according to a legend, the ancestors of the North gather during the long nights of the full moon, in winter.

  

Do not ask me for advice before advancing on this frozen river. There are no sure rules or methods of coming into contact with those who have populated the myths, tales and legends of so many generations of humans.

  

It's an enchanted world, a night of all possibilities.

  

Patrice photographiste - Chronicles of Poësia

   

No, there is no dirt on the lens, no dustspots on the sensor. When we followed the trail along River Weser outside Porta Westfalica after lunch we spotted more than 25 paragliders who had started on the hill of the Wiehengebirge near the Wittekindsburg and could stay in the air for hours due to the favorable weather conditions. An almost incredible density of flying object compared to the aviation situation of these days. Ostwestfalen, Germany

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(En hommage à mes frères Bertrand et Gaston, marins par passion)

 

En dansant avec la Lune

 

C’était une journée tranquille

Sur une mer agitée

Au goût d’embruns salés

Dans un moment d’équilibre crépusculaire

Que se disputait une lumière du jour qui s’attardait

Et une nuit qui hésitait

 

Une seule angoisse me tenaillait:

Que ce moment de grâce s’évanouisse,

Sans que celle que j’attendais, froide et lumineuse,

Puisse enfin projeter mon ombre sur la mer

Et que nous puissions enfin, tous les trois,

Danser toute la nuit sur cette mer agitée,

Au son du claquement des cordages et des voiles qui nous emporteraient

 

Nous sommes de vieux amis fidèles, ma Lune ténébreuse et moi,

Des amis qui connaissent bien le rythme cosmique

Du temps qui passe.

 

Pure folie, me direz-vous? Non…

Ne regrettons pas nos rêves.

Ils représentent le vent qui souffle dans les voiles de notre liberté.

 

Patrice

 

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Dancing with the moon

 

It was a peaceful day

On a rough sea

With the flavor of salty sprays,

In a moment of twilight balance

Which was fighting over a daylight that lingered

And a hesitant night;

 

One anguish tortured me:

May this moment of grace vanish,

Without the One I expected, cold and bright,

Could finally cast my shadow over the sea

And that we can finally, all three,

Dance all night on this rough sea,

At the sound of snapping ropes and sails that would take us away.

 

We are old faithful friends, my gloomy moon and me,

Friends who know well the cosmic rhythm

Of time passing.

 

Pure madness, will you say to me? No. . .

Do not regret our dreams.

They represent the wind blowing in the sails of our freedom.

  

Patrice

 

The overnight rain stopped in the early hours yesterday.

 

Although there were clouds in the forecast for the entire day, we went to the beach at sunset in the hope that the clouds would thin out by then and followed by a dramatic sunset, which usually happened in the evenings right after a rain storm in the past.

 

We were in for a disappointing sunset (no surprise there), the sky mostly grey throughout the blue and golden hours. The ocean was quite active so I got a couple of decent shots of the waves during the blue hour, nothing crazy but enough to make me happy.

 

As we were heading back to the car, the sky suddenly brightened up, first in pretty pale pink and then gradually in deep red and blue. We rushed back to the beach and I captured this neon green kite right before it dived back to the sand.

 

Today the sky went back to its winter grey, erasing all traces of colors from last night.

 

(Sunset time: 4:50pm)

 

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The white birds, a symbol of peace, beautifully captured here, flying in different directions like spreading a message of freedom and peace. The blue sky and the blue water adding serenity to the picture!

 

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LES PHILOSOPHES

  

La femme: Tu connais Orson Welles n’est-ce pas?

 

L’homme: L’auteur de ce vieux film… Citizen Kane?

 

La femme : Un jour il a déclaré que….« Nous sommes nés seul, nous vivons seul et nous mourrons seul. Il n’y a seulement qu’à travers nos amours et nos amitiés que nous nous donnons l’illusion, pour un moment, de ne pas être seul. » - Toi, es-tu d’accord avec cette affirmation?

 

L’homme : Eh bien… Si monsieur Welles a raison, alors il faut chérir tous ces moments d’amitié, d’amour qui nous donnent l’illusion de ne pas être seul. Tu es d’accord? - Au fait, tu vois ce petit nuage stationnaire là-haut?

 

La femme: Tu contournes ma question, sans y répondre… comme un politicien qui ne veut pas se compromettre!

  

L’homme: Puisque tu insistes… Non, je ne suis pas d’accord avec Welles. Nos amours, nos amitiés et même la solitude sont tous des moments essentiels de la vie humaine. Ils ne sont pas là pour créer une « illusion » de transcendance mais pour façonner notre liberté, notre destinée d’êtres mortels.

 

La femme : Donc, si nous voulons façonner notre liberté, ici et maintenant, … il serait peut-être temps de résoudre ensemble l’énigme de notre petit nuage stationnaire…

  

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THE PHILOSOPHERS

  

The woman : You know Orson Welles, don't you?

 

Man: The author of that old movie ... Citizen Kane?

 

The Woman: One day he said that…. " We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone, only through our love and friendship can we create an illusion for the moment that we're not alone ”- Do you agree with this statement?

 

Man: Well ... If Mr. Welles is right, then we have to cherish all those moments of friendship, of love that give us the illusion of not being alone. You agree? - By the way, do you see that little cloud stationary up there?

 

The Woman: You get around my question, without answering it ... like a politician who doesn't want to compromise himself!

 

Man: Since you insist ... No, I don't agree with Welles. Our loves, friendships, and even loneliness are all essential moments in human life. They are not there to create an "illusion" of transcendence but to shape our freedom, our destiny as mortal beings.

 

The Woman: So if we want to shape our freedom, here and now, ... maybe it's time to solve the puzzle of our little stationary cloud together …

  

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♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♫ ♪ ♩

 

"Shhhhhhhh" The android wraps her arms around her friend just as Ruth's knees buckle and she falls limp to the street.

 

Flit scans the human for injuries not understanding why her vitals are completely off the charts. Ruth is showcasing high levels of pain on her reading, but no wounds can be located.

 

Robots aren't really programmed to know what to say in instances like this, she doesn't even know if it's going to be alright...

But she does know that friends need comfort when they suffer a great loss, and maybe a little ice cream.

 

...

 

#untoldstories

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Perspective

- I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail.

Muriel Strode

 

The light and the bubbles of gold left a sparkling trail along the fringes of where the tide had been, begging me to follow.

 

No-one else saw. My lens did though. Always drawing my attention to the little details.

 

I think I have been in lockdown too long and my mind is wandering and falling to sentiment

To follow up on my last post, I was just pulling away from the tunnel after a long day that had started with broken tire cables at 3 AM when I took one last glance up at the snow covered valley and froze. Up toward the end of the valley, just adjacent to Half Dome, Sentinel Rock was emerging... completely surrounded by swirling mist. Of all of the peaks in Yosemite Valley, Sentinel Rock has always seemed almost other-worldly, i.e. right out of Lord Of The Rings. As if, if you looked closely enough, you would see a line of dwarves and a wizard or two hiking along the crags and outcroppings of rock. The soft, luminescent glow really added to the effect and I lost no time in grabbing the 80-400 lens and cranking it all the way out to suck in as much detail as possible.

 

A few minutes later, the mist and the glow were gone. As for the title...it just seemed apropos considering I thought I heard a fell voice on the air. (Thinking back it may have been one of the bus drivers screaming at the photographers who were double parked, but still…)

 

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I love catching this amazing man in the city. What a colorful personality. He moves so fast that it's challenging for me to get a good photo of him. He is so well recognize that he became NYC landmark, yet I don't even know his name.

 

NEW:

Follow me on an excursion to another planet. There are incredible colors and shapes to see. Depending on the light and temperature, everything appears differently colored:

youtu.be/vaoJWufJvRs

  

Folge mir auf Exkursion zu einem anderen Planeten. Unglaubliche Farben und Formen gibt es zu sehen. Je nach Licht und Temperatur erscheint alles anders farbig:

youtu.be/vaoJWufJvRs

 

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The ghost town Prypjat / Pripjat?? No, a lot of fog and hoarfrost in the back light.

 

Die Geisterstadt Prypjat / Pripjat?? Nein, dicker Nebel samt Raureif erzeugten diese Szene im Gegenlicht.

  

Drone DJI Mini 3 Pro

  

My Drohne / drone album / video is here:

www.flickr.com/gp/jenslpz/501RT7vq91

and here:

youtu.be/vaoJWufJvRs

 

My drone videos @ youtube are here:

www.youtube.com/@jenssteyer5093

  

My 2019-2023 tours album is here:

www.flickr.com/gp/jenslpz/SKf0o8040w

 

My landscape album is here:

www.flickr.com/gp/jenslpz/YB7434Jid0

 

My nature album is here:

www.flickr.com/gp/jenslpz/27PwYUERX2

 

My miscellaneous album is here:

www.flickr.com/gp/jenslpz/ubwV7qGXSB

  

Prypjat / Pripjat?

de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prypjat_

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pripyat

 

Salz ernährte Teutschenthal.

de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teutschenthal

  

Salt fed the village of Teutschenthal.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teutschenthal

This year Clive and I are Enigma Sir and Enigma Madam!!!

 

"The two have never been separated, never for long. They have no names and their faces are lesser known. It is suspected they leave a trail of misbegotten unfortunates, the makers of widows and widowers. The Enigma follow no law, no deity, no line. They just are."💀🎃😈

 

L I S T E N

 

Please see Clive's fantastic version here: www.flickr.com/photos/105066226@N07/48987044216/in/datepo...

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