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Because we're going out tonight...
Here's José Feliciano with the definitive version of 'High Heel Sneakers':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVMUjJpwODU
And it's a new red rose. It's the delicious 'Avon' hybrid tea-rose with its excellent fragrance.
Photographed at the awesome Roxborough Park Rose Gardens in the Hills District of Sydney.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 100mm f/2.8L Macro IS lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom.
Lets change my usual posting routine and put the music first.
Spirits - The Strumbellas : www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wpv-vGScrvU
Raging Tranquility, calm before the storm.
“Everybody needs beauty...places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.”
― John Muir
This is one of those places. One of the most beautiful hikes I had the chance to do (Longs peak plus Chasm Lake in the Rockies). Combining all kind of landscapes, all kind of lights as well as a real physical challenge and the adrenaline of the climb (and the adrenaline of a storm coming when you’re at 14000 feets with a storm coming your way, but I would have passed on this one !).
Not very inspired for writing something down right now. Sorry guys.
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We put an electric heater and a water bowl on our patio. I keep warm water in the bowl and the birds are sure enjoying it. Not a very good picture through the class and a screen.
Our area is not prepared for the weather we are having.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Valentines.
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5 image stacked photo.
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///ironclad.simulations.radar
And put the word to rights - Y cambiar el mundo.
LACPIXEL - 2018
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at least you'll get one thing done :-)
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hbw!!
hemlock bluffs nature preserve, cary, north carolina
"You put your right hoof in..."
~part of The Nature Collective~
Evergarden-Luxury Equestrian Community ~ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Evergarden%20Equestrian/13...
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Nach, Dani Martín - Apariencias
"Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices más
Hay vagabundos aún más cultos que tu profesor
Y hay poetas que nunca se enamoraron
Hay putas con más principios que un gobernador
Y buenas personas que al girarte te devoraron
Hombres presos de sus miedos más oscuros
Otros con la mente libre y el cuerpo entre muros
Tantos padres con mentes adolescentes
Y niños de 14 tan maduros
Algunos con millones en el banco y con manchas en la ropa
Hay rastafaris licenciados en arquitectura
Atletas de elite esnifando coca
Y curas con diablos internos que les murmuran
Unos escarban felices entre basura
Y otros llorando en la torre de su castillo
Hay banqueros que aman tanto la cultura
De artistas que hablan solo del dinero en su bolsillo
Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices
No
Que no, que no, que no
No hay un solo color
Es una ilusión
Hay escritores que nunca han pisado un aula
Y he conocido a ladrones de ojos honestos
Hay periodistas sin escrúpulos
También discípulos que saben más que sus maestros
Vi humoristas con profundas depresiones
Y militares de mente inestable y frágil
Discapacitados vivir sin limitaciones
También rapers con discursos tan nazis
Ser policía no te hace ser más legal
Ni estar en la cárcel ser una mala persona
Hay políticos sin mancha en su historial
Y grandes campeones que caen mordiendo la lona
Conocí veranos tristes e inviernos felices
Estuve en paraísos, pero me aburrí
Mi gran amor dejó las peores cicatrices
También tuve rivales que admiré cuando los conocí
Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices más
No
Que no, que no, que no
No hay un solo color
Es una ilusión
Piénsalo quién es quién
No me vengas a contar lo que está mal o que está bien
Míranos otra vez
Hay mil mundos bajo el mar de nuestra piel
Qué me vienes a contar
Ya no escucho lo que dices
Cuando empieces a mirar
Verás que hay muchos matices
No
Que no, que no, que no
No hay una verdad
Que no, que no, que no, que no
Todo son apariencias
Que no, que no, que no
No hay un solo color
Es una ilusión"
Gracias a todos por vuestras visitas y comentarios.
Thank you all for your visits and comments.
For today's theme I put an old stove cable on a black plastic bag, the copper ends in bad hair day style ;) - a dark paper sheet and some glittery cocktail deco swirls in the background, with side light from an LED torch.
Do you like the electric Boogie dancers?
HMM to all participants 💃💃💃💃
Amtrak put 164 into phase IV heritage paint to replace phase IV unit 184 which was repainted in the standard scheme after some repairs. Here the still fresh looking 164 is on the point of the Capitol Limited as it flies towards Toledo across the former NYC "Air Line" in Swanton, OH. 6/9/2023
Put yourself Damme canal on the ferry Kobus. This ferry is completely manually operated and is suitable for walkers and cyclists. You can find it at the end of the Killer Street in Lapscheure. Have fun!
The Damme Canal (French: Canal de Damme. Dutch: Damse Vaart or Napoleonvaart) is a canal in the Belgian province of West Flanders. The canal links Bruges with the Western Scheldt at Sluis (now across the frontier in The Netherlands). It was constructed on the orders of Napoleon Bonaparte who wished to create a canal network in order to permit the efficient transport of troops without the risk of disruptive interventions from the British navy.
Crystal said, "Okay, sweetie. I'm on my way. Give me five minutes to put on a garter belt under my raincoat. I'll be there in forty minutes." She also asked Brett to wait downstairs for her in the rain with an umbrella, so she wouldn't get drenched walking to the front of his apartment complex. He waited and waited and waited. Three hours later, it occurred to him like a stunning revelation: No booty cometh.
— Sherry Argov
Salmon will put lead in your pencil
or Salmon is full of man made poisons? Must likely, neither
HNRX work in Shoreditch
Ending this set of canal canoe sunset images, I want to include our dog that we always bring. She often focuses on the shoreline where we put in.
CPKC's holiday train departs Pearl Yard in Jackson, Mississippi enroute to Meridian for an event later in the evening. The classic F's put on quite a show as they get their short train up to speed.
photo rights reserved by B℮n
For no less than 35 years, Marshal Tito was the face of Yugoslavia. He moved on the stage of world politics with bravado: he opposed the almighty Soviet Union, his Tito-ism formed the ideal buffer against Stalinsm for the West. In short, Tito put Yugoslavia on the world map. More importantly, Tito has managed to maintain stability in Yugoslavia all these years. How did he manage to keep those very strong nationalistic feelings in check all these years? Tito just said: Don't whine, shut up. Most importantly, Tito, with a sophisticated strategy, made sure that no people felt like a minority. No one is better or more valuable than another. As the leader of his partisan army, which consisted of different population groups, he was the only one who really stood above the parties. Especially in the early years of his reign unsavory things happened. Indeed. People who opposed him during the war or shortly afterwards have been disabled. Thousands of people have been murdered and beaten to death. The problem with dictators, and Tito was of course a dictator, is that they don't have suitable successors. No one can and should stand in their shadow, so when such a ruler dies, power falls into the hands of all kinds of incapable figures. After Tito's death in 1980, Yugoslavia is rapidly declining. The increasingly poor relations between the different population groups eventually culminate in a civil war. You can still find slogans of Tito at the most southern point of Croatia, at the abandoned Prevlaka Fortress: Tito - leads our way - to je naš put.. On the road to Prevlaka Fortress we pass beautiful Italian cypress trees.
Prevlaka is a peninsula at the entrance to the Bay of Kotor - Montenegro. It is the southernmost point in Croatia. There is a neglected fortress from 1870. It was bombed in 1943 and this is still clearly visible. There are plans for restoration. The reserve is totally overgrown, but nature is breathtaking. There is a beautiful view from the terrace. Prevlaka's strategic location and proximity to a naval base have led Prevlaka to several quarrels between Croatia and Yugoslavia. In the early 1990s, during the Croatian War of Independence, Yugoslavia occupied the peninsula. In 1996, the two countries agreed to demilitarize it, and UN observers came to monitor it. Recognized as a territory of Croatia in 2006. Worth a visit if you like abandoned ancient ruins. On the road past beautiful Italian cypress trees to the most southern point of Croatia.
Maar liefst 35 jaar lang was maarschalk Tito hét gezicht van Joegoslavië. Met bravoure bewoog hij zich op het toneel van de wereldpolitiek: hij joeg de almachtige Sovjet-Unie tegen zich in het harnas, zijn titoïsme vormde voor het Westen de ideale buffer tegen het stalinisme. Hoe slaagde hij erin die zeer heftige nationalistische gevoelens al die jaren in toom te houden? ‘Tito zei gewoon: “Niet zeuren, bek houden.”‘ Het belangrijkste was dat Tito er met een uitgekiende strategie voor zorgde dat geen enkel volk zich een minderheid voelde. Niemand is beter of meer waard dan een ander. Als leider van zijn ,b>partizanenleger, dat uit verschillende bevolkingsgroepen bestond, was hij de enige die werkelijk boven de partijen stond. Vooral in de eerste jaren van zijn bewind zijn er onverkwikkelijke zaken gebeurd. Inderdaad. Mensen die hem tijdens de oorlog of vlak daarna tegenwerkten zijn uitgeschakeld. Duizenden mensen zijn vermoord en doodgeslagen. Na Tito’s dood in 1980 gaat het snel bergafwaarts met Joegoslavië. De steeds slechtere verhoudingen tussen de verschillende bevolkingsgroepen culmineren uiteindelijk in een burgeroorlog. Er zijn vandaag de dag nog steeds slogan's te vinden van Tito, zo ook bij het verlaten Prevlaka Fortress Tito lijdt ons de weg - Tito - to je naš put.. Prevlaka is een schiereiland bij de ingang van de baai van Kotor - Montenegro. Het is het meest zuidelijke punt van Kroatië. Er is een verwaarloosd fort uit 1870. Er zijn plannen voor restauratie. Het reservaat is totaal overwoekerd, maar de natuur is adembenemend. Vanaf het terras is er een prachtig uitzicht. In het begin van de jaren negentig, tijdens de Kroatische Onafhankelijkheidsoorlog, bezette Joegoslavië het schiereiland. In 1996 kwamen de twee landen overeen om het te demilitariseren, en VN-waarnemers kwamen het volgen. Erkend als een grondgebied van Kroatië in 2006. Een bezoek waard als je van verlaten oude ruïnes houdt. Op weg langs prachtige Italiaanse cipressen naar het meest zuidelijke punt van Kroatië.
Le groupe Puts Marie s'est produit a Angers dans le cadre du festival Tempo RIve.
Leur musique, à la fois sombre, mélodique et intense, alterne entre tensions sonores et retenue poétique, mêle bruitisme, pop expérimentale et textes abstraits explorant l'isolement, la quête de soi ou les contradictions du monde.
It was my Uncle Peter who put his finger on it in his gentle Cork accent. “You can’t have the one without the other,” he said, as I glowered into the final Irish breakfast of my visit one morning many years ago. The party was over and it was time to skulk back towards life and the hamster wheel. I always think of those simple words when the holiday is over. The triumph of arrival, ever balanced by the sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach when it’s time to go home again. The last trudge back to the hire car from the beach after sunset. This time tomorrow the angler will almost certainly be out there on the rocks again, oblivious to the fact that we’ll be back in British airspace. The couple in the apartment next door who arrived here yesterday will be heading down to the pool area, armed with rubber rings and sunscreen as we do the drive of shame, stopping at reception to return the key cards and just about managing a forlorn, “Yes we had a lovely time thanks. We’ll be back next year.” Seconds later the receptionist will have forgotten us entirely, as she moves on to the family surrounded by suitcases who’ve just been whisked here by the transfer bus from the airport. In Lajares, the front of house team at La Boqueria, who’ve served us so many times won’t register our final farewell as they prepare for the lunchtime rush. Just one more of those goat’s cheese salads feels like a dream right now. I’ve had six or seven of them since we’ve been here. Had one today in fact. I don’t even look at the menu anymore - “ensalada de cabra por favor!” And the sun will continue to blaze uncaringly over the island as we taxi down the runway and set course for the icy dampness on the other side of Europe.
But it’s always that cruel last afternoon on the beach when I feel it the most, as the sun begins to lose its warmth and the light starts to fail. It’s what we come for - those lazy afternoons under blue skies next to the ocean as furious winter enters its final phase and kicks in the doors at home. There will be sunshine as we drag our bags into the airport terminal from the hire car, but it won’t be ours like it was today and yesterday. Now it belongs to the angler on the rocks, the couple next door, the waiting team at la Boqueria and the family who just got off the plane. It’s always at this moment that we wish we could be magically spirited home at the snap of a finger. Just get it over with - we’ll sacrifice the final evening. Why has nobody invented the teleporters like Captain Kirk had on the Starship Enterprise yet?
We remind ourselves that spring is on the way - and we live in Cornwall for goodness sake. Our own back garden is a tourist Mecca in itself. Half the country would auction their vital organs on eBay to set up home on the peninsula. And there’s no hamster wheel anymore since we retired. Thoughts of these make it easier, but there’s still that tedious journey - and the weather on the other side. Even in beautiful Cornwall the weather is horrible in winter. There’s the summer hike in Scotland to look forward to as well - yes I know about the midges - done battle with those before and they won’t put us off. Menorca in October too - we’ve never been there before. There’s a long distance hiking trail we like the look of, so we’re already thinking about a second visit before we’ve even made the first. Stuff to look forward to - other mountains to climb, especially in Scotland. There’s always the next adventure. We never go away without having the prospect of at least one future escapade sizzling in the wok to keep our spirits from flagging as we face the impending temperature collapse. It’s what keeps us going, especially in winter. Ali had a retirement gift in the form of a holiday voucher with a well known operator and we really ought to think about where we’re going to cash that one in. So many places to see. We have to do this stuff while we’re still young and healthy enough - you never know what life might fling at you when you least expect it.
One thing that never fails to amaze me is that you can get on a plane in a freezing rainstorm at home, and just a few hours later arrive in a place like this. It’s as if there’s a conjurer hiding in the clouds. At some point tomorrow, as the pilot tells us we’re somewhere over the northwest coast of Brittany, the sky will darken along with the mood of the passengers, a stubborn yet sizeable minority of them wearing flip flops and t-shirts as if summer will have somehow arrived three months early and surprised us all when we touch down at Bristol. But our plane will descend through soupy grey clouds, the windows speckled with raindrops as for the first time we see an endless web of orange lights spreading away into the distance, just before thumping down onto a blackened wet runway. We’ve had some rain in Fuerteventura this time, but never for more than three or four minutes and almost always followed by bright warm sunshine. When we set off for home, it will still be warm and sunny here, as if under an enchantment - life on the island of perpetual summer will carry on as if we were never here at all. We’ll drive down the fast road to the airport, leaving the white dunes of Corralejo in the rear view mirror, spotting side roads we never explored, making plans for next time before we’ve even left.
But there’s no denying that this sunsoaked Spanish archipelago has seen us off in style today. As I stand here on the beach behind my tripod, gazing at the spot where the sun has just dipped below the sea, the clouds light up in a fierce display of golds, oranges and pinks, a fine farewell flourish. I wonder whether the angler has even noticed, lost in his own world at the edge of the ocean. Again I think of my uncle’s words in these moments. There’s always the next time to look forward to, even if my home made goat’s cheese salad won’t be half as good as the one at La Boqueria.
Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
Written by Sheldon Silverstein
Performed by everybody
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We put ourselves together
Close enough to feel the heat
and the maelstrom of emotions
What are bodies anyway
Except storage units for
Our thoughts and entropy
Take the top off and
The darkness is released
Into the universe
It starts with a clinging and
A sense that this
Can’t be happening
Reality has never been this cruel
Could we have done
Something more?
Something different?
Is it somehow our faults?
What is this black hole we’re slipping into?
Will we even be human when we emerge?
The thing is this:
Hope is like a dear friend
And when you lose her it is
Worse than losing your favorite lover
As if she had a body, all the messy bits
The substance was there and now
All we have is despair
So we ache against each other
The ashes congregate and rise
To build something new
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The religious sites in the Wadi Al-Kharrar area were gradually abandoned from the time of the Muslim conquest, in the middle of the 7th century. Pilgrims from Jerusalem no longer ventured across the Jordan River, so they commemorated the baptism of Jesus near Qasr Al-Yehud on the western bank.
This site is marked by the large medieval-era Greek Orthodox Monastery of St John the Baptist, built on Byzantine ruins and clearly visible from across the river.
Access to the area around Qasr Al-Yehud has also been difficult in modern times. From 1967 until 1994 it was also in a military zone and heavily mined. It was open only twice a year for pilgrims celebrating their feasts of the baptism of Christ, in January for the Orthodox and October for the Catholics. In 2011 it was opened to the public.
By the end of 2018, access to three of the seven monasteries in the area — Greek Orthodox, Ethiopian and Franciscan (Catholic) — had been cleared of mines.
While Qasr Al-Yehud was inaccessible, the long-established Kibbutz Kinneret began running a substitute site at Yardenit, near the southern end of the Sea of Galilee, with modern facilities and shady eucalyptus trees. It has been receiving more than half a million visitors a year, many receiving baptism or renewing their baptismal promises in the Jordan River.
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The Muslim conquest put an end to Byzantine building activity on the east bank of the Jordan River, but several of the Byzantine structures remained in use during the Early Islamic period. With time worship took place just across the river on the western side at Qasr el-Yahud. After 670 AD the commemoration of the baptism site moved to the western side.
::: Imagine Dragons - Follow you :::
You know I got your number number all night
I’m always on your team, I got your back alright
Taking those taking those losses if it treats you right
I want to put you into the spotlight
If the world would only know what you’ve been holding back
Heart attacks every night
You know it’s not right
Call you up, you’ve been cryin’ cryin’ all night
You’re only disappointed in yourself alright
Taking those taking those losses if it treats you right
I wanna take you into the sunlight
I’ll follow you way down wherever you may go
I’ll follow you way down to your deepest low
I’ll always be around wherever life takes you
Wherever life takes you, you know I’ll follow you
You're not the type to give yourself enough love
She live her life, hand in a tight glove
I wish that I could fix it, I could fix it for you
But instead I’ll be right here comin’ through
My visit Saturday to Tower Grove Park was my first for this season. The weather was gorgeous, but for the most part the birds were elsewhere. This Hermit Thrush put in a nice appearance at the bubbler, though.
I put this on tumblr and it got reblogged over 90 times in the first 12 minutes. I think I'm going to pass out.
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56118 puts on a display that is characteristic of a Class 56 that's been sat idling for a number of minutes/hours!
The Large Logo Grid has just departed from Blyth Power Station and made its way around the curve to Freeman's Level Crossing (trust me it is there somewhere!) before the power has been applied as 56118 sets off to collect another load of coal. The driver can be seen looking back to see the rear of his train....good luck with that!
I wonder if the signalman at Freeman's was supplied with a gas mask!?
4th April 1990
Photo by Dave Chambers
Copyright Mark Walker Collection
Classic ultra wide shot down Juniper Way Loop in the Garden of the Gods Park, Colorado Springs, CO. Enjoy.
Put light against light - you have nothing.
Put dark against dark - you have nothing.
It's the contrast of light and dark that
each give the other one meaning.
(Bob Ross)
Challenge on Flickr - Fire & High Contrast
Crazy Tuesday - Candles
(photo by Freya)
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