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So, I decided to enjoy some late evening entertainment in the garden. A playful melody of a warm Spring evening. The chirping of crickets, frogs croaking and the evening breeze blowing through the trees. I could have sworn it was the melody of this lovely rose. On stage, in my garden. Singing her love song. Perhaps, she was singing to me.
I have been away for a while and am trying to catch up. I have completed updating the lighting in my office along with a new ASUS PA248Q monitor fully color calibrated. I wanted to hold off on editing new photos until the updates were completed. Time to get things rolling again!
Western yellow wagtail, male (Motacilla flava), surroundings of the village Bilsk (Більськ), province Poltava Oblast (Полтавська область) in Ukraine.
Жёлтая трясогу́зка, или Пли́ска (Motacilla flava), самeц; окрестности села Бельск (Більськ), Полтавская область, Украина.
Gul vipstjert, han (Motacilla flava); landsby Bilsk (Більськ) og dens omgivelser, provinsen Poltava Oblast (Полтавська область) i Ukraine.
One of the first records N... brought from Manchester was Nobody's Child
NOBODY'S CHILD
Karen Young ((March 23, 1951-January 26, 1991)
As I was slowly passing an orphan's home one day
And stopped there for a moment just to watch the children play
Alone a boy was standing and when I asked him why
He turned with eyes that could not see and he began to cry
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
People come for children and take them for their own
But they all seem to pass me and I'm left here all alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see I'm blind
They always take some other child and I am left behind
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
No mommy's arms to hold me or soothe me when I cry
Sometimes it gets so lonely, I wish that I could die
I'd walk the streets of heaven where all the blind can see
And just like all the other kids there'd be a home for me
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
Normally when you hear a Skylark singing they are a tiny, hard-to-see, dot high in the sky. This one took the slightly lazier route and chose to sing from a small sign post (highlighting the need to stay on paths and keep dogs on leads due to the nesting Skylarks in the area - ignored by lots who pass by) in Riverside Nature Park, Dundee.
In the recent winter sun I was surprised when this Black Red started singing, so it is probably be a young male. A very showy individual which now ignores all the tourists and birders in a children's play park on the seafront of Portstewart, Co L/derry.
A little male Painted Bunting in the top of a small oak, singing his heart out. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
A reworked image from 2015.
Panopticons is the name of a unique series of 21st-century landmarks erected across East Lancashire, from Blackburn to Pendle.
One from earlier this year. Really a bird of Mediterranean climes, the Dartford Warbler suffers extremely from cold winters. Resident in small numbers mostly on the heathlands of southern England.
Best viewed large on black
A Panopticon in Burnley, Lancashire.
Designed by architects Mike Tonkin and Anna Liu of Tonkin Liu, the Singing Ringing Tree is a 3 metre tall construction comprising pipes of galvanised steel. When the wind flows through the tubes it makes musical sounds.
It wasn't very windy when we visited but you can hear this if you visit this site...
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There was only one single pink flower in that green garden.
I took this photo during a sunny day in Braives, Belgium.
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Singing Bells
A poem by Katie Gabrielle
Singing bells,
Singing a song
That lasts a moment
But listen to its song today
For tomorrow
It's echoes will disappear
Into yesterday.
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O You Beautiful Flower
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
O you beautiful flower
Of pinkish and white
Earth blossoming shower
In spring’s new light
Ground is your embrace
With the sun radiance
Each bud is of grace
And splendor appearance
Light wind singing bell
Will swing your sprout
Like a sway carrousel
In its movement about
A dance of new spring
In meadows of green
To ground now sing
Of budding fresh scene
Rose-tinted so fine
Under blueness of sky
Your growth in sunshine
Now mounting so high
O you beautiful flower
Of pinkish and white
Earth sweetest endower
And spring’s delight
Well, this certainly isn't my best or favorite Portland blue hour shot but I did like the clouds and it had been a long time since I had a chance to photograph my favorite city so I grabbed a couple shots. I do have a favorite Portland Blue Hour shot that is a 4 shot pano that looks really nice stitched together. I have been meaning to get that one printed and framed large. Until then...this will scratch my itch for awhile at least. Don't worry Portland...I'll be home one day. :)
The garden robin has been singing at full blast all day today often from the telephone line. Merged photo of 6 shots of the same robin
Today I had a little shopping to do so parked in the coop car park and walked down the old railway line and so 5 images for today it was raining and grey so a cheerful Robin a flower a leaf and two fungi one of the fungi looked really horrible.