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on the banks of the Lagoon channel in Botswana.
The world is like a book and those, who do not travel, only read the first page.
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than a nosy man.
Lions in the Kwando concession, Botswana
The world is like a book and those, who do not travel, only read the first page.
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Golden Weaver in the reeds in front of "my" chalet in the beautiful Lagoon Camp, Botswana
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Male Leopard in the thickets, Manyeleti Game Reserve, South Africa
The world is like a book and those, who do not travel, only read the first page.
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Hyena Puppy in the Kwando concession, Botswana
The world is like a book and those, who do not travel, only read the first page.
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Hippo in the Okavango Delta, Botswana
Happiness is a way of travel, not a destination.
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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
Apart from a crop it is SOOC with no filters
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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 ;-)
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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
Patrice
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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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Geen privégroep of meerdere groepsuitnodigingen alstublieft
Keine private Gruppe oder mehrere Gruppen laden bitte ein
Nenhum grupo privado ou grupo múltiplo convida por favor
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Cerro Colina desde Valle Arenas, Chile
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I fell out of my bed tonight and followed a photographic and musical impulse.... ;) So I'm back for a photo and a song, perhaps for the whole album....;)
Watch and listen with me...
Obsessed by Calvin Harris
from his new album Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 2
The man has been providing me with the best mood and photographic inspiration for years.
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Tierra del Fuego, Chile
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Okavango Delta, Botswana
The world is like a book and those, who do not travel, only read the first page.
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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)
Patrice photographiste
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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)
Patrice photographiste
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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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Patrice photographiste
* 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.
Patrice photographiste - Chroniques de Poësia
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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 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…
Patrice photographiste
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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 …
Patrice photographiste
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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.
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#untoldstories
#voidar
- 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.
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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:
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:
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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.
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Prypjat / Pripjat?
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Salz ernährte Teutschenthal.
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Salt fed the village of 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."💀🎃😈
Please see Clive's fantastic version here: www.flickr.com/photos/105066226@N07/48987044216/in/datepo...
Chamomile Morning Pose BESHA for The Seasons Story
Bulldog Puppy Easter REZZ ROOM / Easter Gift
Springhall Wreath RAINDALE for Cosmopolitan
Springhall Candles RAINDALE for Cosmopolitan
Springhall Chair RAINDALE for Cosmopolitan
Greenbury Flowerbed RAINDALE for Access
Gardener's Step Ladder Sari Sari for The Seasons Story
Gardener's Stool Sari Sari for The Seasons Story
Gardener's Basket Sari Sari for The Seasons Story
Taken in the Black Dragon. No pixels were altered in the making of this photo.
#NoshsHoodChallenge3
Rules and details:
1) I (Noshinima Midas) tag 50 names of great photographers on Second Life. Said photographers that choose to participate in the challenge can come over to my parcel, Noshinima's Neighborhood (link below) and do an image anywhere in my city. You will be allowed two hours to use any posestands or props that you would like to add and are allowed to bring any friends you want to join you in your shoot. You are also allowed to make the shoot as safe or as adult as you like. The only rule is that you do the shoot within the city block. Take your time to have a look around to see where in the block would make a great place for your image.
2) Upload the finished image onto Flickr and place the hashtag #NoshsHoodChallenge3 on either the title or the description.
3) YOU MUST TAG 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS CHALLENGE ON YOUR UPLOAD OF YOUR SHOOT! NO MORE, NO LESS! I have had several people during previous challenges that have not followed this simple rule so I am making it ALLCAPS to get the point across. Link them to this post and explain the rules to them as well. They must also tag 10 of their friends that they would like to see do this challenge if they themselves choose to participate as well. You must tag people that are actual active photographers on Second Life. Tagging pages dedicated to advertising a store, tagging real life photographers and tagging empty profiles does not count and is against the rules. Also, although you are permitted to do this if you desire, tagging me and tagging yourself will not count towards the number of 10 photographers you are tagging.
Here is the link to the city block:
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I admit it ... I'm a sucker for following paths and trails in forests, just to see where they go. Even the smallest deer trail can sometimes to great views or lovely waterfalls. There is something about the next peak or curve that pushes me on, no matter how tired I am, to see what is over that rise or round that corner. Unfortunately, though, I sometimes forget to take into consideration how much time and energy it takes to get back :(