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Small purple bloom landed on this old moss covered tree that was almost in a cave...beautiful spot....
An F-22 piloted by Major Dave Skalicky pulls an incredible amount of vapor on a high-g turn: a Prandtl–Glauert singularity.
“The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death.
It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over:
"This is water."
"This is water."
It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out.”
David Foster Wallace
Fisherman in boat on Lake Stanfield at Muscatatuck National Wildlife Refuge in the early morning fog.
This is a triple exposure image taken in one single long exposure, lens capping between images. The circuit board and physiogram were taken first whilst a sticky dot was stuck to the middle of the lens then the dot removed to get the face in the middle. No multi exposure app used.
There were odd visitors on the Elk River- black vultures! They are BIG, and spooky! :)
I took this from the deck- it's a LONG way down to where the birds were, and you can see across the river in the shot, too! I wonder what the neighbors are doing?! :)
How else can I love you?
I don’t love you
Only as if you were
Amber bright
Amongst ashes,
Or arrows of roses
That speak of fire.
I love you
As singular dark things
Are loved,
Secretly,
Between the shadow
And the soul.
I love you as a plant
That sometimes
Does not bloom,
And carries hidden
Within itself the light
Of those flowers.
And thanks to your love,
Darkly in my body lives
The heavy perfume
That arises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how,
Or when or from where.
I love you simply,
Without problem, pride or calculus,
Because I do not know
Any other way of loving
But this, in which
There is no I or you,
So intimate, that my hand
On your breast is your hand,
So intimate, that when I do fall asleep
It is your eyes that close.
AND COS I LOVE THIS WOMAN,,,,,,,
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=7U8PfVL0JnY - heartrending
An odd isolated window amongst the multi-coloured tetris like exterior at one of the Cardiff University campus buildings
A Tricolored Heron sits alone searching for a meal at the Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge in Anahuac, Texas.
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La Scala dei Turchi est une paroi rocheuse (falaise) sur la côte près de Realmonte, dans la province d'Agrigente.
Elle est devenue avec le temps une attraction touristique, à la fois à cause de l'aspect singulier des écueils aux couches inclinées et de couleur blanche, et de la mention dans les romans du commissaire Montalbano d'Andrea Camilleri.
La Scala dei Turchi présente une forme ondulée et irrégulière, aux lignes arrondies et adoucies.
Elle est constituée de marne, une roche sédimentaire calcaire, de couleur caractéristique blanc pur. Elle s'érige entre deux plages de sable fin.
Le nom (« escalier des Turcs ») vient des incursions de pirates sarrasins, donc arabes, mais appelés « turcs » par la population locale. Ils y trouvaient un abri contre les bourrasques de vent et un abordage plus sûr.
La Scala dei Turchi is a rock face (cliff) on the coast near Realmonte, in the province of Agrigento.
It has become over time a tourist attraction, both because of the singular aspect of the pitches with inclined layers and white in color, and the mention in novels of Commissioner Montalbano by Andrea Camilleri.
The Scala dei Turchi has an undulating and irregular shape, with rounded and softened lines.
It consists of marl, a limestone sedimentary rock, of characteristic pure white color. It stands between two sandy beaches.
The name (“staircase of the Turks”) comes from the incursions of Saracen pirates, therefore Arab, but called “Turkish” by the local population. They found shelter there from the gusts of wind and a more secure collision.
The hand-worked sandstone pinnacle of a trullo in Alberobello, whose shape is a signature of the stonemason who built the trullo.