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Magnolia of Low Town, Bridgnorth, Shropshire.
The famous bridge can be seen spanning the River Severn in the distance.
I was walking along a country path near home when I smelled a gorgeous scent. Unusual. Then I saw why: a bunch of wisteria was escaping from the garden behind the stone bricks. How many of you have had, at least once in your life, the wish to escape?
Popham Beach is one of Maine's most beautiful places. Miles of sandy beaches along with historic buildings like Fort Popham, the old Livesaving Station, and of course Seguin Island Lighthouse in the distance, make this a must see if you're in the area. I've made a lot of great memories here myself over the years.
The snaking Woodland path that runs the length of the Rotten Calder River at Calderglen Country Park in East Kilbride, Scotland.
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Quite a long walk before me...
Beech trees forest at the foot of Ślęża (Sobótka, Zobten) Mt - in Silesia, Poland
Holyrood Park in Edinburgh, with Arthur's Seat out of shot to the left and Whinny Hill to the right.
If you look closely just right of center at the far edge of the water you can just make out the two sets of red approach lights for runways 28L and 28R at San Francisco International airport. The photographer’s line of sight is pretty much underneath the glide path for airliners landing from the east. The near lights belong to the town of Milpitas. The two bridges spanning the San Francisco Bay are called Dumbarton (nearer and shorter) and San Mateo (farther and longer). This is from a series of parting shots I took after a long and fruitful afternoon hiking along a high ridge just west of Mt Hamilton.
L’Invitation au Voyage
Mon enfant, ma sœur,
Songe à la douceur
D’aller là-bas vivre ensemble !
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble !
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants,
Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre ;
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l’ambre,
Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
Tout y parlerait
À l’âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l’humeur est vagabonde ;
C’est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir
Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.
– Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs,
Les canaux, la ville entière,
D’hyacinthe et d’or ;
Le monde s’endort
Dans une chaude lumière.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal (1857)
"In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike."
- Paulo Coelho
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