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"Perhaps one central reason for loving dogs is that they take us away from this obsession with ourselves. When our thoughts start to go in circles, and we seem unable to break away, wondering what horrible event the future holds for us, the dog opens a window into the delight of the moment."
Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson
Perhaps they got a bit sleepy after supper? ;-)
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Birds, Elefump and background mine:-))
Perhaps selling and allowing fireworks is a bad idea. Smoky skies due to a fire in Utah, started by fireworks.. Our air quality always suffers during July!
Castlerigg is perhaps the most atmospheric and dramatically sited of all British stone circles, with panoramic views and the mountains of Helvellyn and High Seat as a backdrop. It's also among the earliest British circles, raised in about 3000 BC during the Neolithic period.
Margaret and I found this to be a most rewarding visit - with wonderful light - we stayed in the centre of Keswick, so it was within fairly easy walking distance. Had to wait for the 'stone huggers' to clear off before taking this !! A lot of people like to visit here and soak up the atmosphere, not surprisingly.
Textures: My own, and one from PicMonkey.
Perhaps not.
Ferrari are a marque that for some reason I haven't fallen for. This particular example though with its classic period lines does appeal. Quite what model it is I haven't got a clue.
No doubt someone will be able to enlighten me.
... Perhaps! A pair of White-crowned Sparrows (Zonotrichia leucophrys) The father with the white head is hiding in the undergrowth.
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along"
- Rumi
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qGbtW1THC8
MICHAEL BALL & IL DIVO
The overhead storm clouds cast their shadows
washing away the pride in me
pride comes before a fall
I learned that at my father's knee
or was it that I just misremembered
perhaps it was pride comes before a fool
it matters less in this definitive moment
it may always remain a mystery
I listen hard for signs of rain
I imagine the coolness on my skin
I thought I heard a rumble of thunder
is it true that rain will wash away our sins
for surely we have taken a wrong turning
this blessed heat without humidity
the dew drops sparkle in the sunlight
a mirage mirroring my humility
rosé rosée like pink champagne
smooth like cultured pearls it seems
like the many facets of a zillion diamonds
have been erased in many sultry dreams
wish that I could stay in this moment
give up the fight for any more
be contented; savour and relish
these small things that should be adored
but in my reverie I am safe
and the waters I paddle are extremely shallow
but that's not me, I must take the plunge
swim out of my depth; the wickless tallow
melts in the hot relentless sun
emerging now beneath it's shroud
the ether smells so strong of ozone
by the sea as dissolving clouds
dissipate and my anticipation
disappears like urban myths
that once seemed honest, true and permanent
but now appear rarified as Scotch mist
I play the music it fills the air
the ivory keys invisibly stained with blood
the ebony hardened like the wounded stare
of civilisations misunderstood
when will we learn to be as one
is it so hard to find harmony
the rhythm of Mendelssohn's fragmented vision
resounds in my ears and soothing me
I pick up the notes with nimble fingers
disperse them into the universe
hoping that someone, somewhere will hear them
and heal our planet, not make it worse
transferring thoughts like transference of scores
of tiny notes that alone have only partial impact
I begin to play a different theme tune to my life
love changes everything; to me that is a fact.
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Someday, Perhaps
"It begins long before the first frost -
Somewhere between memory and reality.
It touches us with compassion
and whispers to us of hope.
It tiptoes into our hearts with elation
and opens our souls to faith.
Its name is Christmas and we have yet to learn
How to keep it close for more than
this one brief, shining moment.
Someday, perhaps...with love."
(by Judith A. Lindberg)
“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
CREDITS
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Perhaps the view of the Schipperscafe (Skipper’s Café) 'T Ankertje is as pretty as the view from it, this harborside ships café was my first taste of mustard soup in the Netherlands and a brief stop while wandering around Enkhuizen.
This little cafe has been my idea of a brown bar since visiting Enkhuizen, it has been operated by famous Enkhuizen characters for over forty years and frequented by equally famous Dutch and foreigners it became a place you could rub shoulders with royalty to sports stars and everyone in between.
'T Ankertje exudes gezelligheid and to me recreates a brown bar experience as good as any you will find in Amsterdam without all the hustle and bustle of the large city, perhaps the exact reason it has remained so popular with locals and tourists alike.
I took this on Sept 16th, 2017 with my D750 and Nikon 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6 Lens at 32mm 1/4 sec f/16 ISO100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia, Topaz , Luminar and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress
After processing the last shot I've come across this one.. Perhaps this is the one I should have posted instead, I like the foreground wall better :-)
Perhaps the loudest singer in the forests of Negros and Panay islands.
Valencia, Negros Island, Philippines
This is perhaps one of my favorite birds, the Snowy Egret, and this one in particular. He's not a bit shy. They can take on all different "looks" depending on what they are doing, from very tiny to quite large (for their actual size). The have a length of 20-21 inches, a wingspan up to 41 inches, yet only weigh under a pound (up to 13 ounces). They use their feet to stir up the water bottom to flush prey. They are fascinating to watch!
Well I do like a tea in the morning. But come the end of the week a couple of brews are more my style.
Maybe I should use a tea cup.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
Street artists Krimsone and Scott Nagy contributed this fascinating work to the 2021 Brisbane Street Artists Festival. It is located in Gregory Terrace, Bowen Hills, Brisbane within the Exhibition Grounds, well, at least on its perimeter wall. I think I am dreaming, no nightmare here!
Sallah : I miss the desert. I miss the sea. And I miss waking up every morning wondering what wonderful adventure the new day will bring to us.
Indiana Jones : Those days have come and gone.
Sallah : Perhaps. Then perhaps not.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfVYgWYaHmE
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny | Teaser Trailer
Azores chaffinch
Fringilla coelebs moreletti
Tentilhão-dos-Açores
... dear Friends,
perhaps everyone believes that this is Venice...
yes, of course, this is Venice in the postcards, Venice in dreams, the magic, romantic, poetic Venice which everyone has in mind and in heart; Venice described by the memories of tourists coming back from a magic romantic vacation... Venice in many photos tourists have in their libraries but...
yesterday this magic, poetic, romantic, artistic town, the most beautiful town in the world has given all her fragility...
187 cm high water caused all this...
for everyone who wish to know what is Venice, the Venice which is in serious danger,
please, follow the following links:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXkoAQ0Wd4g
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OD72juU7ql8
www.veneziatoday.it/cronaca/acqua-alta-record-venezia-12-...
www.repubblica.it/cronaca/2019/11/12/news/maltempo_meteo_...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qh-76Gfq_4w
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxxNhPy3Hlw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKTm53YdamQ
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-rlNzsNE4A
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_bBPYCrlPY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_bBPYCrlPY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9yR36NbLgs
THIS IS VENICE, MY FRIENDS...
I LIVE THERE AND BELIEVE ME THAT IT IS TERRIBLE EVEN IF I HAD NOT AN EXPERIENCE LIKE THIS... :-((
In the history of Venice it is only the second time in this way; the other was in 1960...
THIS IS MY TRIBUTE TO THIS MAGIC TOWN WHICH I LOVE AND WHEREIN I LIVED... MY HEART IS THERE NOW...
“It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera…
they are made with the eye, heart and head.”
[Henry Cartier Bresson]
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Millions, perhaps billions, of flowers like this one beautify the Lavender fields around Brihuega year after year during the month of July.
In this macro photo taken at sunset you can see the beautiful chromatic varieties that these aromatic flowers offer.
I hope you enjoy the photo and I wish you a happy Thursday, a lot of patience, a lot of peace and a lot of love!
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Retrato de la Lavanda en flor, Brihuega, Guadalajara, España
Millones, billones tal vez, de flores como ésta embellecen año tras año durante el mes de Julio los campos de Lavanda de los alrededores de Brihuega.
En esta foto macro tomada al atardecer puedes contemplar los bonitas variedades cromáticas que ofrecen estas aromáticas flores.
Espero que disfrutes la foto y os deseo un feliz jueves, mucha paciencia, mucha paz y mucho amor!
Pulsa "L" para ampliar la imagen si lo deseas.
Disponible en fineartamerica:
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.... Perhaps no brain, but something else...
(But what has she got in her head? ) :-)
La vera istruzione è insegnare alla gente a pensare da sola
Noam Chomsky
Bonassola, Liguria
Perhaps watching the Walt Disney version of Alice In Wonderland as a child led me to seeing this Daffodil getting ready to hit a high note. I do love singing flowers! “Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
― Lewis Carroll
Perhaps I had one too many espressi, but this is the image that greeted me as I stared out the window :-)
Taken at Wooworths Coffee Shop, Waterstone Shopping Centre, Somerset West, South Africa.
Two islands of original Canadian National, perhaps even Canadian Northern, wooden poles align the CN Sprague Subdivision in Minnesota. I can't speak for the Manitoba portion or even the Ontario portion on the Fort Frances Subdivision. Here at Williams is one of the pole islands that still surrounds the last set of searchlight signals on the west end of Williams siding. I try to incorporate them into a scene whenever I am up along the Sprague. Never take anything for granted - they might be gone the next time I show up!
Model: Vice Cale, Perhaps Twine
Background: DeviantArt, freaky665
Hands & feet: DAZ
Various brushes used.
The picture is a birthday present for Vice. Thank you so much for all you do for me!
Perhaps the best vacation ever was to Italy in 2019.
We took an out and back day trip to Venice from Rome on the high speed train.
After being in Venice, I wished we would have stayed at least 1-or-2 nights here as this was an amazing place with the canal system.
(Alot of walking, but well worth it and the food!!!)
Thank you for looking and please do NOT use my images without my written permission.
Scott Betz 2019 - © All Rights Reserved
I've been giving stuff to Goodwill trying to downsize and some of the first things to go were years worth of Halloween costumes for the cats. I thought I held back one small, tasteful (hehe) birthday hat for days like today but alas, it's also gone so Pippi was a good sport and wore this huge bowtie to help celebrate the big day. Who knew I'd end up with another cat who would tolerate things like bowties. Perhaps I gave away those costumes too soon.
Happy Caturday: Anything
Another photo of an iris from my wife's flower garden, cropped, so that you can see the beard. More irises are coming, some in other colors, and perhaps I'll post photos of some of them later.
I am pleased to be the curator of two galleries of fine photos of irises, by other Flickr members. These are here and here. Between them, they have received over 5,000 views.
Thanks for looking! Isn't God a great artist?
Perhaps these wagons were sidelined after trucks came on the scene. During the height of it's gold and silver production in 1880, the population of Bodie was estimated at 10,000. In the early days, everything to support the growth of the town was brought in via wagons like this.
Happy Bench Monday!
Perhaps there's something humbling about being in the midst of a wood or forest. All those tall trees can make us feel quite small.
I promised myself last Autumn I would return to Hurstwood, just to see the sunlight through the trees. And I wasn't disappointed. The textures were so strong and the colours illuminating, even in the shaded areas.
Perhaps the grow-light encourages sideways growth? And no, those tiny shoots are not falling; just growing in different directs. Very independent.
Still, since it is raining again, good to have things growing indoors. Shot in softbox with off-camera strobe triggering two lights on stands. Earlier view from 2-18 appears in first comment, back when the shoots had just begun their move to independence.
Thanks for looking and indulging my fun ;-)
Larger view: www.flickr.com/photos/jptimmons/49611198758/sizes/l/
A juvenile beetle in company with some adult beetles in the broad beans creeper (அவரைக் கொடி) in my garden !!!
Have a great day, friends !!!
கன்றினுக்குச் சேதா கனிந்திரங்கல் போலஎனக்
கென்றிரங்கு வாய்கருணை எந்தாய் பராபரமே !!!
தாயுமானவர் பராபரக்கண்ணி
Perhaps love is like a resting place, A shelter from the storm, It exists to give you comfort, It is there to keep you warm, And in those times of trouble, When you are most alone, The memory of love will bring you home. John Denver
Bonamargy Friary is situated in County Antrim, Northern Ireland, off the Cushendall Road on the approach to Ballycastle. The name Bonamargy means ‘foot of the Margy River’, the river formed by the joining of the Cary River and Shesk Rivers.
It is a late Franciscan foundation established in 1485 by Rory MacQuillan. It is said that the first battle between the warring MacDonnell and MacQuillan clans was fought on nearby land. At the main entrance to the friary is a small, two storey gatehouse which opens into a store and workroom. Well worn steps lead directly to the dormitory above. Traces of an altar can still be found in the adjoining church, and the locked vaults hold the remains of the celebrated chieftain, Sorley Boy MacDonnell, and several of the Earls of Antrim.
His grandson Randall, 1st Marquess of Antrim, noted for his role in the War of the Three Kingdoms, is also buried there.
Perhaps the friary's most famous resident was the 17th century prophet and recluse Julie MacQuillen.
Known as "The Black Nun", MacQuillen wished to be buried at the entrance of the chapel so that she might be trodden under the feet of those who entered. A worn Celtic cross (rounded with a hole in the centre) marks her grave at the west end of the main church.
Around 1822 four manuscripts were found in an old oaken chest in the ruins of Bonamargy Friary. One of these manuscripts is described as "Saint Bonaventures Life of Christ" and/or "A History of the Blessed Scriptures". Another manuscript contained a large portion of one of the principal theological works of Saint Thomas Aquinas, written on vellum, in very contracted Latin and extending to about 600 quarto pages. The earliest date appearing on it is 1338 and the latest 1380. It originally belonged to the Monastery of Saint Anthony, of Amiens in France.
Hey there kind Flickr friends, perhaps you can help. Why is there banding visible on this image, and the previous one, when I upload it to Flickr, and there is none on the originals? TIA.
"Birding is a three-dimensional pastime. It’s superior to, say, mushrooming, where the quarry is never higher than your shoelaces. And, of course, misidentifying a bird won’t kill you. Now, while all the mushroomers get busy writing angry op-eds, let me explain.
Birds fly. The sky’s the limit. One can’t go birding without looking up. The entire forest is stratified, from the treetop warblers to the ground foraging turkeys. And in the middle: thrushes.
Members of the thrush family spend much of their time on or near the ground. They forage on foot.
Males on territory might sing from a treetop, but they are often content to croon from a lower branch in the canopy. Birders sometimes complain about “warbler neck,” the pain that comes from looking high into the trees. Nobody complains about thrush neck.
Robins and bluebirds are thrushes. They’re easy to tell apart. The rest? Not so much. All the medium-sized thrushes are various shades of brown, with whitish, spotted breasts. So when walking in the woods, identification becomes easier if you start with a default bird: everything is a hermit thrush, unless it isn’t.
The hermit thrush is the most common and widespread thrush in Maine. It is comfortable in the understory of both hardwood and softwood trees. It forages through the leaf litter on the ground. When surprised, it may fly to a nearby branch where it can look you over and assess the threat, perhaps raising its tail or wiggling its wings. In other words, it’s easy. Its reddish tail contrasts with its brown body, confirming the identification at a glance. The whitish breast is lightly spotted.
Hermit thrushes don’t go far in winter. Most stay in the states. Some are even found on Christmas bird counts in Maine. They are the earliest of the brown thrushes to return, and start singing in late April.
Like their cousins, the song is an ethereal, flute-like melody, rising and falling. "
by Bob Duchesne (serves as vice president of Maine Audubon’s Penobscot Valley)
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