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FROM MY TERRACE... NO PHOTOSHOP...
... one day a Dear Friend of mine asked me "a rose a day"...
it is one of the most beautiful roses I've ever seen and it is blooming now again on my terrace after 7 years and I enjoy very much its scent and its soft pink color which changes from the moment when it is a bud to the moment when it withers...
THIS IS PURE MAGIC....
... WHAT MAKES AN ACTION, A THING, A SPECIAL ONE, IS LOVE, CREATIVITY, FEELINGS, SENSATIONS, IMAGINATION...
THIS IS MY WORLD....
SO A ROSE IS NOT A ROSE, IT IS WHAT WE WISH TO SEE INSIDE IT...
THIS IS THE REAL DREAM....
A DREAM WHERE EVERYTHING IS MAGIC AND PEFECT....
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Yes! Fluffies are back! :D
This time I managed to capture them in single frame! (which is very hard to do because they are so restless and rarely stay at one place!)
But unfortunately one of the babies was not there, 11 of them now...don't know what happened to the unlucky one.. :-( No wonder the mamma duck is becoming more protective about them now..
“One thing: you have to walk, and create the way by your walking; you will not find a ready-made path. It is not so cheap, to reach to the ultimate realization of truth. You will have to create the path by walking yourself; the path is not ready-made, lying there and waiting for you. It is just like the sky: the birds fly, but they don't leave any footprints. You cannot follow them; there are no footprints left behind.”
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Up at 4:30 am, on a Trail by 5:30 am with Sunset on Half Dome followed by Milk-way by 11:30 PM. Get up the next day and do it again.
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Opposite the "dark corner" (picture in the first comment below), the "bright" corner of my yard has full sun. There is a continuous show of perennial flowers from early Spring to late summer. Bright yellow lilies start off, followed by yellow sedum. As they fade, the purple phlox emerge and stay all summer, and the yellow Black Eyed Susan join shortly after. A row of tall Helianthus in back will emerge in late summer.
The best part is that they are all perennials (no planting needed) : )
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Memories Resemble Love
You are blowing
The wind inside my heart called "you"
As you have always done
you shook up my heart
and left me with
only memories
I lost my way
Because I only ever followed you
without any doubts
So I've come to this point
But you aren't here
on this unfamiliar road
Take them with you
Even our good memories
Without you
They will only be a burden to me
If I keep bringing them back up
My longing will only grow
I take one step back down
that path and stop again
Memories look like love
so I'll keep looking back on them
Because you're still there
I guess that's why it hurts
In case once, just once
you might look at me too
Today I wait again
What am I going to do now?
No matter how much I try to escape you
I can't even go a few feet away
Every day in the same place
Every day, with the same burden
I live each day
No matter where I look, I only see you
The eyes you looked at me with
keep troubling me
So I close my eyes again
and when I try to erase you
my firmly closed lips tremble
and the tears I held back flow
Memories look like love
so I'll keep looking back on them
Because you're still there
I guess that's why it hurts
In case once, just once
you might look at me too
Today I wait again
If I turn around one day
and you're looking at me
what should I do?
I won't be able to say anything
You know me well
Memories go with the wind
and someday they'll be scattered
Even though I cry, even though I try to shout
Even though I try to pretend
That person I can't forget
Today I wait again
You know me well
Life's a long, long road, if we are lucky. For so long I've just followed the road, it seems with one wheel stuck in a rut at the side steering me along without me being in control. And it has gone on and on. There's a crossroads further down in the picture, in the middle of nowhere. No signs. No landmarks. Just an empty crossroads where two roads meet on the barren moorland. I'm getting near there. Do I carry on straight or turn, left or right, and explore a bit to the side...perhaps it was a waste of time, the wrong choice....nothing to see down there, and return to the junction.
I'm almost at that point, decisions, decisions in deciding if I leave so much of what I've known, work, Cheshire and the hills around, friends, goats, North Wales and take a change in direction.
We've found a place. A long way north. Seven hours drive north to Acharacle, Argyllshire at the far end of Loch Shiel. Mountains, lochs, deer, little beaches with white sand, heather...........
I've seen recently how hard it is to leave everything you've known and strike out somewhere else when my son took his young family off to New Zealand. They'd said they never could have anticipated how difficult it would be to say "Goodbye". My turn soon.
No measure of time with you will be long enough, but let's start with forever. azartaisce ♥
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In early August this year we had a sudden explosion (honestly, thousands!) of weevils in the garden. I have no clue where they erupted from, whether they'd all just emerged, or whether they flew in mass; I don't know enough about them. I had hoped to ID them as it might give me a clue, but now I realize what a minefield that is! Anyway, here's one, not so sharp, but I liked the composition as I hadn't spotted the tiny and cute red globular springtail.
I'd be most grateful if anyone knows the ID of the weevil and/or the springtail (thinking possibly Dicyrtoma fusca for the latter).
The 'trail,' such as it is, is just a few feet from the ragged edge of the bluffs. Poison oak is thick. Cell service is intermittent to non-existent. Should you be so unwise as to follow in my footsteps, make sure a responsible person knows where you are going. So they can arrange a decent burial for your remains . . .
Kidding. Sort of. You would actually be less than a half-mile from busy CA-1. Best to go in a group. I hate groups . . .
This part of the coast truly is a trip into the past of Old California. The landscape here has changed very little since Europeans arrived. It's an undeveloped State Park, and I fervently hope it remains that way. Not many places like this are left on this busy Coast!
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THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
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Jökulsárlón, Ísland
French:
Deux blocs de glace qui proviennent du glacier Vatnajökull "glacier des lacs". La langue de glace nommée Breiðamerkurjökull se déverse dans le lac Jökulsárlón qui signifie "Lagune du glacier".
À titre d'information pratique, jökull signifie "glacier".
Sur cette photographie les blocs de glace ont traversé le lac pour finir en mer puis renvoyé sur cette magnifique plage de sable noir si caractéristique à l'Islande.
Leur pureté et le reflet des vagues qui viennent se fracasser sans cesse dessus, nous donnent un spectacle époustouflant et magique. On peut y rester des heures à contempler ce qu'offre mère nature.
C’est un piège pour beaucoup de photographes qui s'approche de trop prêt. Hypnotisé par cette vue, faisant abstraction du danger des vagues et de leurs puissances.
Il n'y a pas de mots pour expliquer ce que l'on voit il faut le voir pour le croire.
English:
Two blocks of ice are from the glacier Vatnajökull "glacier lakes". The ice tongue named Breiðamerkurjökull empties into Lake Jökulsárlón which means "glacier lagoon".
For practical information, jökull means "glacier".
In this photograph the ice blocks crossed the lake to finish in the sea then returned on this beautiful black sand beach so characteristic to Iceland.
Their purity and the reflection of the waves crashing constantly on, gives us an amazing show and magic. One can spend hours contemplating what offers mother nature.
It's a trap for many photographers who approaches too close. Hypnotized by the sight, ignoring the danger of the waves and their powers.
There are no words to explain what you see you have to see to believe.
02 March 2016 5:58 PM GMT+0 Located country: Iceland / Place: Jökulsárlón
Copyright Photography . 2016 . BECAVIN Edouard
A photo from quite a while back (wow.. over 2 years ago!; I just looked at the EXIF data, and had no idea it was THAT long ago). I felt the background was too busy, so darkened it all down to black.
Oh no, it looks like the squirrels, woodpeckers, wrens and bluebirds ate all of the peanuts. What now? It's time to buzz the clicking monsters head to let her know we are displeased and expect better service.
Oh what fussy little titmice. Buzz my head, they did! Then it was off to the palm stump to squawk. They took turns doing this until I realized what they wanted. Dunbar the resident mockingbird and boss of the yard doesn't buzz my head when the food is running low. He goes to the living room window and pecks on it until he gets my attention, then he follows me around the feeding stations to make sure I am doing a good job.
The little tufties seemed to simmer down when their demands were met. Perhaps they are becoming a bit spoiled, but they did get their message across. The tufties ate some peanuts and left happy.
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