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First of all many thanks for all you kind comments and faves on my shot last night , " Seabed to sky " www.flickr.com/photos/17469730@N00/29452638020/in/datetak... Which has made explore.
This is a shot from later in the evening just as the sun was on it`s way down .
As the bay tide waters rises and lowers she still manages to stay afloat barely, sometimes more but often times less is visible to the eye now.
Her faith & pride are now long gone. But once she sailed proudly with her bow held up high. And she could hold her own and did so for many years working hard until time & people gave up on her. Is this, whats it's like to grow old and useless?
But soon... she'll be with us no more as she slowly slips beneath the waters.......
Ship: Mary D Hume
Gold Beach, Oregon
На болото опускались сумерки, погружая его в сон. Бесконечный ветер метет эту равнину. Он шепчет, пролетая над серыми соснами, как будто желает поделиться своими историями из далеких миров. С приходом ночи он тоже заснет и все погрузится в тишину. Мне тоже хотелось сбросить с себя сапоги и растянуться, избавиться от всех мыслей и погрузиться в объятия сна. Но, увы, впереди еще долгая дорога домой. Это мой завершающий болотную серию снимок. Я не думал о композиции, об объектах в кадре, а просто сделал снимок на память. Мне захотелось запомнить это состояние.
Dusk fell on the swamp, plunging him into sleep. An endless wind sweeps this plain. It whispers as it flies over the gray pines, as if it wants to share his stories from distant worlds. When night comes, it will fall asleep too and everything will be silent. I also wanted to take off my boots and stretch out, get rid of all thoughts and sink into the arms of sleep. But, alas, there was still a long road home ahead. This is my final photo of the swamp series. I didn’t think about the composition, about the objects in the frame, but simply took a photo for memory. I wanted to remember this feeling.
I could not resist this image of the sun sinking behind the fog bank coming in over the Pacific Ocean and the clouds glowing in the distance. The weather forecasters were all raving about how good the sunset would be in twenty minutes, but on the ocean side of the hills around San Francisco, the sun was completely shrouded three minutes after this was taken. I'm glad I did not drive all the way to the beach for a closer look!
Thanks for stopping by and for all of your support. Have a great weekend!
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A slow glide along the Grand Canal, approaching the timeless arch of the Rialto Bridge. To one side, a weathered facade leans gently toward the water—its foundation softened by centuries of tide and time.
Beneath the surface, Venice hums with quiet urgency. The city is constantly at work, investing in the invisible: modernizing water and sewer systems, reinforcing ancient foundations, threading new electrical lines through stone walls built before electricity existed.
It’s a delicate dance—preserving the poetry of the past while ensuring the city can thrive in the present. As the bridge draws near, the scene feels eternal, yet alive with change.
This remnant of the German Atlantik Wall from World War II at Le Hourdel seems to be sinking into the sands.
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carpal tunnel and/or tendonitis - perhaps too much time on Flickr - lol - apologies for not commenting and for those who are kind enough to comment on my image - thanks in advance - need to rest my very painful hand and arm for a while
Lately Floydd has been hanging out in the kitchen sink.
He likes it when I make the faucet drip.
I laughed when I caught him in there the other day looking confused over the two tennis balls in the drain.
(waiting to have dog slobber rinsed off of them).
What appears to be a Bethlehem Steel coke train from Saucon yard rolls westbound on Conrail’s Lebanon Valley Line at Sinking Spring, Pennsylvania.
After the incessant rain of Storm Claudia Ladybower Reservoir is still fairly low so much so the sink holes are redundant
Il paese della fioritura è Castelluccio di Norcia, in Umbria, nel cuore del Parco Nazionale dei Monti Sibillini, un posto dove favole, leggende, tradizioni e realtà si fondono con la natura in una suggestione unica e irripetibile.
mendoza, argentina
*sorry about the time delay between photos I had an important task at hand with the ever so talented vorfas