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Morning walk from Silvaplana to Sils-Maria in the Upper-Engadin Valley, Grisons, Switzerland. Soon we will reach the village of Sils-Maria (visible in the background).
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There’s not much (any) spectacular scenery along Union Pacific’s Cuero Subdivision between Placedo and Victoria, Texas, so this small trestle had to suffice. A northbound Kansas City Southern freight passes over the bridge at Decosta on March 13, 2013.
Backstory: After being captured by the Imperials while crossing the border while running away from her abusive slave master and survived a dragon attack in helgen, since that day, nothing has been the same. She has endured a fight in all her life unlike anything she could imagine.
She saw her dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that she wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. She knew that it takes getting everything she ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
The first time she saw a very serene and beautiful view of Whiterun. She saw a new start, life and hope.
Great Paradise Park - June 2016
Am overview of Gran Paradiso Park in north of Italy a the start of summer season. Some snoow still resist on the lower plateau of one of the most beautiful natural parks in Italy.
Pic taken from Punggol Central near sunset.
*Note: More pics of Sky and Scenery in my Sky and Scenery Album.
Newburgh is a large stone-built village on the wide sandy estuary of the River Ythan, close to the point at which it is bridged by the A975. he origins of the village date back to 1261 when a charter was drawn up by Lord Sinclair establishing a settlement here. A little later it acquired the Chapel of the Holy Rood and St Thomas the Martyr in Inch Road. The Chapel is long gone, but the Udny Family Mausoleum which formed part of it can still be seen in the Holyrood Cemetery. art of the name of the original chapel also survives, in the imposing Holyrood Chapel on Main Street. This was originally built as a school in 1838, and the clock tower was added in 1892. The village itself developed as a centre for salmon fishing, and later as a small port. By the 1850s there was a steady traffic of boats and barges calling at the newly built quays on the River Ythan. And by the 1880s there was a small fleet of sailing vessels based here, alongside a dozen resident fishing boats. A little earlier, in 1828, Newburgh became the first port in Scotland to have a Lifeboat Station, then called the Shipwreck Institution. The RNLI, as the Institution became, based a lifeboat in Newburgh until 1961, when it moved to Peterhead. In the 1950s Newburgh remained an active port with quays and a mill. Much of its economic base had declined by 1970, but the corner was turned - as with so many settlements in north east Scotland - with the discovery of oil under the North Sea. Newburgh, with its attractive setting and within commuting range of both Aberdeen and Peterhead rapidly became a desirable place to live. Today's Newburgh is an active and thriving settlement. At its centre is the Udny Arms Hotel providing accommodation, great views over the River Ythan, and an excellent restaurant. Beyond the River Ythan lies one of the oddest landscapes in Britain. Forvie Sands comprises an area of dunes some three miles long and a mile wide. At its heart are the remains of Forvie Kirk, built in the 1100s. This is all that can now be seen of the village of Forvie, once a thriving community but buried by shifting dunes during a storm in 1413. www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/newburgh/newburgh/
Sands of Forvie Nature Reserve: www.visitscotland.com/info/towns-villages/forvie-national... Shifting sands and seabirds The stark beauty of empty sand dunes is complemented by the call of eider ducks, wafting like gentle gossiping across the Ythan estuary. With the constant shifting of the dunes, layers of history have come and gone, revealing the half buried remains of a twelfth century church. Bird life is plentiful and you can watch the summer acrobatics of diving terns or the determined stabbing of the carrot-coloured beaks of wading oystercatchers.
While on top of a wee hill called Càrn Mòr looking for the elusive Mountain Hare with David (Highlandfisky) I became distracted and reached for the landscape lens to capture this shot looking east along Strathdearn with the River Findhorn winding its way into the distance.