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Yuki and I play hide n seek. Of course I have to be the one to hide every time but Yuki loves searching all over the field until she finds me. I wait until she's distracted and then I jump in the tall grass and give a quick whistle. She knows what to do and the search begins. A treat is always waiting when she finds me.
"We were made to enjoy music, to enjoy beautiful sunsets, to enjoy looking at the billows of the sea and to be thrilled with a rose that is bedecked with dew… Human beings are actually created for the transcendent, for the sublime, for the beautiful, for the truthful... and all of us are given the task of trying to make this world a little more hospitable to these beautiful things."
Desmond Tutu
Probably not the best color setting to play hide and seek.
(Pheasant)
Location: Voorne-Putten, Hellevoetsluis
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人生旅途有如迷宮
一路上充滿著未知、挑戰與障礙
當停止前行，就沒機會出去
若能持續向前行，從錯誤中學到教訓，
也許轉個彎，就會是要找尋的出口。
(攝於摩洛哥Morocco 卡薩布蘭卡 Casablanca)
what a blessing to have so many great artists at my fingertips! i have been very unsettled of late and luckily a bunch of flickr buddies posted water pics today. so i am throwing this one in for solidarity. the sight and sounds of water comfort me. how about you?
On a grim, dreary day, a touch of sunlight lit up this tree hidden among the conifers. The low light just screamed to make this monochrome. Taken deep in Hillock Wood, Princes Risborough. Hope you enjoy.
This is an emotional image for me any time I see it but right now with all that is going on I find myself more emotional than ever. This beautiful Canada goose frantically flew over me several times going back and forth. It appears to have lost it's mate. It was squawking in a frantic manner until it flew out of my sight then I would hear it coming back over me doing the same thing time and time again. Geese possess a veritably human capacity for grief. Their feelings and emotions are far less different from us than you assume. Quite literally, humans, a dog, and a goose hang their heads, lose their appetites, and become indifferent to all stimuli emanating from the environment. For grief-striken human beings, as well as for geese, one effect is that they become outstandingly vulnerable to accidents; they tend to fly into high-tension cables or fall prey to predators because of their reduced alertness.
There have been reports of pair bonds that are so strong that if one goose is shot down by a hunter, the partner will circle back. Drawn by its need to stay with its lifelong companion, the single goose will often ignore the sound of shooting and return to die with its mate.
In The Pig Who Sang To The Moon, Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson writes about a goose who had a broken wing. During the fall migration, as other geese flew south, her gander accompanied her by air and by foot. She was going to walk south since she was unable to fly. He would not leave her, so after flying for a few hundred yards, he would stop and wait for her to catch up. He would call to her with his wildest, most piercing cry, urging her to spread her wings and fly with him to their distant home. He accompanied her until she was killed by carrion eagles and he had to continue his journey alone.
Widowed geese have been observed circling around and around, crying in heartrending sorrowful tones when their partners die or are shot by hunters. The remaining goose may mourn for a period of time and then mate again. Or they may mourn for the rest of their lives and never seek another mate. Just as with people, it varies with individual geese.....Choo Choo Rosenbloom
So I stood in the field with this knowledge and wept as she or he kept flying over me and frantically calling for their mate. It's an incredibly sad thing to witness.
Everyone please be safe. Thinking of you all.
An edit of model Krystal Smith's image that is too good to delete.
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Leaving Anchorage and heading South down the Seward Highway you see the lovely mountains across Turnagain Arm. Here I captured the interesting clouds and mountains that still have a lot of snow across the waters. The low clouds would sometimes obscure the view so it made me think the mountains were playing hide and seek with me.
Taken 5 April 2023 off the Seward Highway.
It was an exceedingly windy day, so I can't help but think that the hoverfly was hanging onto the stamen of a day lily for a bit of protection.
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A juvenile Yellow-crowned night-heron (nyctanassa violacea). I spotted the heron on the edge of some mangroves. As I approached slowly, the heron moved to the other side. We proceeded to play a snails-paced game of hide-and-seek. I would tip toe around a mangrove and the heron would quietly move away. This went on for some time until the heron thought this small dune/gully would provide an escape route, but it gave me an open shot with a patch of my favorite sea spinach as a bonus. (Other images with sea spinach used as background color: yellowlegs, reddish egret)
This week's alternative for MM, I couldn't choose between this and the Iris. Hubby liked this one and the others in the house liked the Iris, the one that got posted.
No light is brighter than wisdom. Wisdom is the light in the world. - Buddha -
Special thank you to my friend [https://www.flickr.com/photos/duchessofaustin] for collaborating with me!
Lonely Heart Club...
My wife bought a new bleeding hearts plant and with all the wind and rain, this is the only flower left on it. We haven't even planted it yet.. :(
Snowmen everywhere around the neighbourhood! People are getting quite creative these day, with so much time on their hands, due to Covid!
The built up area is possibly Marina del Cantone on the Sorrentine Peninsula. View is from the Faraglioni di Mezzo near the Isle of Capri
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
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The Seeker is a small crab fishing boat, based in Victoria, B.C.. It's two man crew regularly works the waters off Esquimalt Harbour and Lagoon. Every once in awhile, weather and light permitting, they provide a nice photo opportunity. I've posted several photos of the Seeker in the Album "Vessels".
Victoria, B.C.
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