The Golden Gate Bridge
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My attempt at a not overly dark picture, Gigi said I take to many dark pics lol, and screw you for having a better picture than me Gigi!
I got these amazing nails, cool crystal in my hand, and georgous eye wrap from the Ritual event going on right now! From the 22nd to the 12th.
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Nails
R3HAB Dutchess Nails
Crystal I'm tossing around
Magnetic Crystal Tower Toss
Eye Wrap
DarkerSide - Moth- Wings
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"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
Albert Camus
Coal Tit [Periparus ater]
Busy little birdie, collecting what is possibly cat hair, for lining the nest.
In a few weeks’ time, the babies will be around, shouting to be fed. It’s very odd to watch as the youngsters look almost twice the size of the parents, and the poor adults just flit around in an exhausting cacophony of “feed me”, “no, me”, no, MEEEE”…”and can you hurry it up!” Poor wee souls. They must be a little relieved when all the babies fledge.
For now, though, this little sweetie is flying back and forth to the nest, sourcing grass, twigs and my cats’ hair, to make it as warm and cozy as possible for the eggs/chicks.
In my garden,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
🎼 “Tomorrow” - John Legend, Florian Picasso, Nas
“You're the new wave forming
You're the new day, dawning
Ask you what is your name, what do they call you?
You said, "They call me Tomorrow.”
Said to be the most colorful lake on the AlCan Highway. Must agree, it was a brilliant teal green, especially when the sun broke thru the clouds.
I liked the dual reflections, skies and land.
"The jade green color of the lake is attributed to the presence of copper oxide leached from the bedrock underneath. Its name is derived from the Kaska language in which "muncho" translates as "big water."
Wikipedia
Some have suggested it was named by camping hippies.....who got hungry......
Hope your weekend is off to a wonderful start!
baby, I felt brutal desire
you know I did now, ♬ you know I did ♬
the things:
Amias - Miri rings - for Maitreya, Legacy, Reborn, rings individually hidable @ Amais
Gravity Poses - Patience
Simple Things - Resort Wave Lounger & phone
I got to know
I'm the only one for you
What have I become?
I'm a fucking monster
When all I wanted
was something beautiful
My love, too much
Your love, not enough
My love, too much
Your love
Oh, what it takes out of me
to lay by your side
Oh, how it aches and it aches:
you make me want to die
I got to kill you, my love
I got to kill you , my love
You said forever,
now you look right through me
You said forever,
did your words fall short like you?
What have I done?
I'm a fucking monster
As I said before no more belly flapping for me,
with the D750 having the flip screen all I do is lay the camera down and focus.
I rarely take photos of our Crocuses, we have them in different areas.
Today we celebrate one year since our first meeting and today we said "I do". The month have flown by in the blink of an eye. Thank you sooo much for choosing to share your life with me. I love you sooo endlessly 💋💕💘
(said the sun)
Just one more moment...
Let me see the moon... That's all that I ask...
...
"Tomorrow, more", said the moon ([https://www.flickr.com/photos/begobeg])
Never let it be said that there is no controlling in the home office. One of my two cats is often visiting me, laying herself behind me on the sofa and watching if I do everything right. I didn't find out yet to whom she is reporting, I think to my wife.
Da soll mal einer sagen, dass es im Home Office kein controlling gibt. Eine meiner zwei Katzen kommt häufig vorbei, legt sich hinter mir auf das Sofa und passt auf, dass ich alles ordentlich mache. Ich hab bis jetzt noch nicht herausgefunden, wem sie Bericht erstattet, ich denke meiner Frau.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
The classic structure consists of the foundation, the shaft and the capital. The photos were taken at the semicircular colonnades that connect the two communs at the western end of Sanssouci Park. The historical model is said to have been the colonnades on St. Peter's Square in Rome.
For those who are interested, an extract from this afternoon's Journal entry.
"At 5 o'clock we were back on the road to Sousousvlei for the afternoon drive, along the way we saw Oryx and Ostriches. We stopped at dune number 45, I gave Ruby my Panasonic camera and she went off to take photos of wild flowers. I took close up shots of the sand dune and its environment.
Next we drove to dune number 47; this was a stunning landscape, especially in the afternoon light. We watched the sun set at dune 47, Ruby took photos of the sunset with one of my cameras, while I used another. Neither of us was interested in sharing drinks and nibbles, we were civil but an impossible gulf had opened between us.
I asked about taking a hot air balloon or a sightseeing flight the next morning. Ruby said I'd never get into the balloon basket and besides the next morning would be windy and unsuitable for ballooning. She was no longer interested in anything I wanted if I wasn’t interested in what she wanted me to do. She had also lost sight of the fact I was the client and she the guide. Her message was loud and clear.
Back at the camp we had Orix kebabs for dinner, tough as old leather and not at all tasty."
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on the way home, she pointed to the flowers on the corner (we were at stop sign), and said, "mom, you can take a picture of me there, with the flowers."
we are almost 1/2 way through the 365 and she is so so good and patient with it.. for her to be the one to point out a picture spot is so sweet to me :)
No one said that tears do not escorreriam by the face, but smiling maybe you can use those tears as spiritual cleansing and let it rain. Rain until the sun reappears and overflow you from light. No one said that you would be able to see clearly everything around you, but smiling maybe you will rediscover the path after tripping a few times. Nobody said it would be easy and its not!.
it is said, in our family lore, that we are descended from citizens of every country that claims stubbornness as a trait ~grin~.. but oddly enough, given my name, not switzerland
HMM - "printed word"
I think it was Bernard Sumner that said "I hate writing the same song twice....actually on reflection make that four times!"
Bit like me with photos on the same day......I'm thinking I can probably milk 4 from my lockdown walk of the 23rd of April! Sorry in advance.
Taken at Lana (Now Closed)
"I'm tired..." She said, sliding down on the ground, hovering over to rest, her hair cascading down over her face.
A wet nose poked her forehead till she felt warm furs caressing her chest. Her arms wrapped around tight, face pressing into the softness and comfort. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.
"What benefit does fighting bring you anyway?" The lone one asked.
She took a moment to think of that question. "Validation? Answers? Truths?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Justice..." she whispered.
"And when you win, is it worth it?"
"Sometimes..." she admitted. "Other times I just accept...defeat."
[16:37] Zack Kaul: HI :) your one picture called defeat made me think of a poem by that name www.youtube.com/watch?v=JE8taOWjVbc
P.S. Really loved the poem Zack shared so I'm sharing it too!
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When you enter the Dutch national park The Veluwezoom, the sings kindly ask you to keep your distance from the animals, that are allowed to roam freely. But what if the horses doesn’t keep their distance to you! I was photographing a tree, when I suddenly noticed an impressive horse behind the bushes. I scared a bit, and saw even more horses appear through the fog and they came really close. They didn’t seem to bother at all about my presence, and eventually I decided to just go on with what I already was doing, make photographs! This little one kept coming closer and this gave me the opportunity to make this shot at 40mm. I was the only one around at the time, and felt a bit relieved when the horses finally moved on. But I have to admit that I also felt blessed by this almost magical encounter, the literally came out of nowhere, and for that moment where I almost felt a connection with the animals and the environment. I think I’ve said this before, but through photography I had many experiences which I normally would have missed. It really lets me live in the moment and that’s only one of the major benefits. Well, who am I speaking to? You already know of course!
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When I spotted this Egret, I immediately thought of bad boy Silvio Dante (Steven Van Zandt) on the TV Series “The Sopranos” and that somehow brought to mind Jim Croce's 1972 recording, "You Don't Mess Around with Jim"
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim…
Thanks for the Music, Jim Croce
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The Snowy Egret:
A beautiful, graceful small egret, very active in its feeding behavior in shallow waters. Known by its contrasting yellow feet, could be said to dance in the shallows on golden slippers. The species was slaughtered for its plumes in the 19th century, but protection brought a rapid recovery of numbers, and the Snowy Egret is now more widespread and common than ever. Its delicate appearance is belied by its harsh and raucous calls around its nesting colonies.
Adult Snowy Egrets are all white with a black bill, black legs, and yellow feet. They have a patch of yellow skin at the base of the bill. Immature Snowy Egrets have duller, greenish legs.
Snowy Egrets wade in shallow water to spear fish and other small aquatic animals. While they may employ a sit-and-wait technique to capture their food, sometimes they are much more animated, running back and forth through the water with their wings spread, chasing their prey.
Snowy Egrets nest colonially, usually on protected islands, and often with other small herons. They concentrate on mudflats, beaches, and wetlands, but also forage in wet agricultural fields and along the edges of rivers and lakes.
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I said Heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my moonlight
~Story People~
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My husband surprised me with flowers yesterday...I said thank you..and then got my camera :-)
Happy Sunday Everyone!
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7 Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8 All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9 I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10 The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so they might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH! Because JESUS LOVES YOU! ❤️ ✝️ ❤️
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SALVATION THROUGH FAITH IN CHRIST JESUS ALONE!
❤️❤️ IT'S ALL JESUS AND NONE OF OURSELVES! ❤️❤️
7 Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8 All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9 I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10 The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so they might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH! Because JESUS LOVES YOU! ❤️ ✝️ ❤️
For the best Biblical teaching in the last 2 centuries! Please listen to and down load these FREE audio files that were created with YOU in mind. It's ALL FREE, if you like it, please share it with others. ❤️
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The glacier was said to be advancing downstream at a rate of between 1.50m and 3m per day, under the pressure of the mass of ice accumulating at the top, and is crumbling and breaking as it meets the Rico River.
The glacier crumbles and breaks up when it meets the Rico River, but in the centre of the picture is the area where the glacier occasionally blocks the flow of water from the left-hand branch of the Rico, and the water accumulates in the upper branch and the flow decreases in the lower branch, which flows into the lake. The water then accumulates in the upper arm, the flow decreases on the lower arm which joins the lake. The water gradually digs into the base of the glacier..... which, at the critical moment, collapses, releasing enormous masses of water.This sudden influx of water rushes downstream, tearing away part of the banks in the process....... To this end, the footbridges do not go down to the bottom of the slope from which the photo was taken...
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Se dice que el glaciar está avanzando río abajo a un ritmo de entre 1,50 m y 3 m por día, bajo la presión de la masa de hielo que se acumula en la cima, y se está desmoronando y rompiendo al encontrarse con el río Rico.
El glaciar se desmorona y se rompe al encontrarse con el río Rico, pero en el centro de la imagen se encuentra la zona en la que el glaciar bloquea ocasionalmente el flujo de agua de la rama izquierda del Rico, y el agua se acumula en la rama superior y el flujo disminuye en la rama inferior, que desemboca en el lago. El agua se acumula entonces en el brazo superior, el caudal disminuye en el brazo inferior que se une al lago. El agua va cavando poco a poco en la base del glaciar..... que, en el momento crítico, se derrumba, liberando enormes masas de agua.Esta repentina afluencia de agua se precipita río abajo, arrancando parte de las orillas en el proceso....... Para ello, las pasarelas no bajan hasta el fondo de la ladera desde la que se tomó la foto...
Kaiser hates having his photo taken. He even knows when I try with my phone these days.
Happy Furry Friday everyone.
Wishing you a safe and healthy weekend
"My advice to the women of America is to raise more hell and fewer dahlias."
William Allen White
Whenever I link a quotation to one of my images, I am compelled to learn about the author of said quote. If you are interested in such things, you might want to know this about the author...
"William Allen White (February 10, 1868 – January 29, 1944) was an American newspaper editor, politician, author, and leader of the Progressive movement. Between 1896 and his death, White became a spokesman for middle America.
At a 1937 banquet held in his honor by the Kansas Editorial Association, he was called "the most loved and most distinguished member" of the Kansas press."
I said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
These are truly the last days"
You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever
You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun--and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist--that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists--a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.
- Paulo Coelho; By the river Piedra I sat down and wept
Ne Me Quitte Pas......
(this is the most emotional video that I have ever seen...)
-pj Harvey "You Said Something"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0_5LtiMBpU
On a rooftop in Brooklyn
At one in the morning
Watching the lights flash
In Manhattan
I see five bridges
The Empire State Building
And you said something
That I've never forgotten
We lean against railings
Describing the colors
And the smells of our homelands
Acting like lovers
How did we get here?
To this point of living?
I held my breath
And you said something
And I'm doing nothing wrong
Riding in your car
The radio playing
We sing up to the eighth floor
A rooftop, Manhattan
At one in the morning
And you said something
That I've never forgotten
You said something
You said something
You said something
That was really important
“‘Why, yes,’ he said, ‘I know of a cure for everything: salt water.’
“‘Salt water?’ I asked him.
“‘Yes,’ he said, ‘in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.’
“I said: ‘I have tried sweat and tears. The salt sea I meant to try, but a woman in black lace prevented me.’
From “Seven Gothic Tales”
In 1934 Dinesen published the short story collection “Seven Gothic Tales” which included “The Deluge at Norderney”. One of the characters named Jonathan Maersk, became unhappy when he learned that his father, ship captain Clement Maersk, was not his genetic father. He visited the ocean and contemplated ending his life, but a woman in black lace unnerved him when she appeared and asked to die with him. Jonathan later spoke to his father Clement and asked whether he knew of a cure for his melancholy.
Isak Dinesen and Tania Blixen were pen names of Karen Blixen who wrote the books “Out of Africa” and “Babette’s Feast” which were made into award-winning movies. This article will use the name Isak Dinesen.
quoteinvestigator.com/2018/05/30/salt/
Max Richter: youtu.be/klbTuQeBPo4
Be prepared she said
But then I forgot the map
Man, I’m really lost.
My keychain safety items: 1) Cash canister with $20 note in case I'm ever standed in Arizona and need money for a beer and cheeseburger, 2) My trusty multi function Victorinox knife in case I need to cut down a tree to make a fire, 3) A mini LED flashlight in case I find myself in absolute darkness and need to see what’s biting my leg, and 4) A whistle in case I fall off a trail, roll down a steep ridge past a big log and get wedged under thick brushes next to a mosquito infested creek.......and need to get someone's attention. Submittal for the Feb 1, 2021 Macro Monday’s theme of “Safety.”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKv_wua6kFE&list=RDpKv_wua6kF...
Chapter Eight ...... Home Before Midnight
The wind swept across the top of the Clock Tower, Clouds drifted beneath the balcony, Silver fragments of the missing hour circled overhead like glowing birds,
and standing before Amelia was a woman wearing the same pendant.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Captain Marmalade looked from one woman to the other.
Then back again, Then once more Finally he sighed.
"Well."
Amelia didn't take her eyes off the stranger, "Well what?"
The cat adjusted his hat, "This has become considerably more mysterious."
The woman smiled, "I was wondering when you would arrive."
Her voice was calm, Friendly even, That somehow made Amelia more cautious.
"You know me?"
The woman nodded, "I know who you are."
Amelia's hand instinctively touched her pendant, The stranger noticed,
Her smile widened, "You wear it well."
Captain Marmalade stepped forward, "Would anyone care to explain what's happening?"
"No," said both women at the same time.
The cat sat down heavily, "I feared that might be the answer."
The Golden Gear floated gently above the stranger's hands,
Golden light spilled across the balcony, Amelia could feel its power,
Its warmth, Its rhythm, almost like a heartbeat, "You stole it," Amelia said.
The woman shook her head, "No."
"Mrs. Whistle said—"
"I borrowed it."
Captain Marmalade snorted, "That is absolutely stealing."
The woman laughed, "Perhaps."
Amelia folded her arms, "Why?"
The stranger looked toward the frozen clock face,
Her expression softened, "Because the Market Clock was hiding something."
The answer surprised Amelia, "What?"
The woman hesitated,
Then she looked directly into Amelia's pale grey eyes, "The truth."
Thunder rumbled in the distance., The silver fragments swirled faster around the tower, Captain Marmalade looked nervous.
"Whenever people start talking about truth, things become complicated."
Neither woman disagreed, the stranger carefully held out the Golden Gear.
"Take it."
Amelia blinked, "Just like that?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
The woman smiled sadly, "Because it was never meant for me."
The golden light reflected in her eyes , for the briefest moment, Amelia felt as though she recognized her, Not her face, Not her voice, Something deeper,
something familiar, The feeling vanished before she could understand it.
Slowly, Amelia reached out, The moment her fingers touched the Golden Gear, the world seemed to stop, The clouds froze, The wind vanished,
Even the silver fragments became still, A vision flashed before her eyes,
She saw her father standing beside the ancient clock in the workshop,
Younger, Smiling, Beside him stood a woman with long blonde hair.
A woman whose pale grey eyes matched her own, Amelia caught her breath
Her mother, The image lasted only seconds, Then it disappeared,
The world rushed back, The wind returned, The clouds moved once more,
and Amelia found herself holding the Golden Gear, Tears stung her eyes.
The stranger noticed, "You saw them."
Amelia nodded, "My parents."
The woman smiled, "Then the clock is finally waking up."
A deep rumble echoed through the tower, The Market Clock had begun moving,
Only slightly, but enough. One gear turned, then another, then another,
The entire tower trembled.
Captain Marmalade's ears perked up, "That sounds promising."
A brilliant golden light erupted from the centre of the clock.
The missing hour responded immediately, Silver fragments rushed through the sky.
Thousands of memories spiralling toward the tower.
Laughter, Music, Conversations, Moments, All returning home.
The missing hour was coming back. Amelia approached the centre mechanism.
An empty space waited among the gears, the exact shape of the Golden Gear.
She understood immediately, This was where it belonged, the clock had been waiting,
The market had been waiting, Perhaps even she had been waiting.
Carefully, she slid the Golden Gear into place, For one heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then ......................... TICK.
A single sound echoed through the tower.............. TICK.
Another, The giant hands began moving, Golden gears spun, Silver light flooded the sky.
Below, cheers erupted across the Floating Market, The clock was alive again,
The missing hour had returned, Time was flowing, The city was saved.
Captain Marmalade let out a long sigh of relief, "We're alive."
"Yes."
"The market is safe."
"Yes."
"The cinnamon buns are safe."
Amelia laughed, "Yes, Captain."
The cat wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, "A glorious day."
As the celebrations began below, the mysterious woman stepped backward. toward the shadows of the tower,
Amelia noticed immediately, "Wait."
The woman paused.
"Will I see you again?"
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then the stranger smiled, "I think this is only the beginning."
She touched her pendant, a doorway of silver light opened behind her.
Before stepping through, she added, "Tell the clock I said hello."
Then she vanished, The doorway disappeared, Leaving only silence,
And questions, Far too many questions.
As the sun began setting over the Floating Market, Amelia and Captain Marmalade stood in the square below.
The city was alive once more, Music filled the air, Children laughed.
Balloons drifted across the sky, Everything felt right again.
The cat looked at Amelia "You'll be going home soon."
She nodded, "I think so."
Captain Marmalade smiled, "Good."
Amelia looked surprised, "Good?"
The cat's tail flicked,
"If you stayed here permanently, who would have adventures in all the other worlds?"
Amelia laughed, The cat had a point.
And somehow she suspected this was only the first of many journeys.
That evening, as the sky turned gold and pink, Amelia returned to the ancient clock.
The hidden door stood waiting, Warm light spilling from within.
She looked back one final time, At the Floating Market.
At the clouds, At Captain Marmalade.
The cat tipped his tiny captain's hat, "Until next time, Clockmaker."
Amelia smiled, Then she stepped through the door.
And the clock carried her home.
TO BE CONTINUED ...................
Made with my Second Life avatar, Ai and edited in Photoshop