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Happy Bokeh Wednesday
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The village of Tällberg is well known for its hotels and long tradition of welcoming guests to the beautiful surroundings and view of Lake Siljan, the largest lake in Dalarna.
Hans Christian Andersen lost his heart here in 1850 and enjoyed the quietness. From a farm village this village grew a lot, mainly in summer, to become a touristic hotspot. Still there are a lot of authentic houses.
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Their quiet connection speaks volumes—a gentle exchange of trust, warmth, and affection in the wild.
View from above Kinlochmore along towards Loch Leven with the Pap of Glencoe on the left and Beinn a' Bheithir beyond.
Cool vibes ...on a blue note
...for Sliders Sunday
Meyer-Optik Görlitz Trioplan 2.8/100
A spin-off from (and in contrast to) my contribution to last week's Macro Mondays theme "Four" (11-07-2022).
Manipulations include a little HDR treatment, a big slide on the white balance to create the blue tones, a touch-up on red and green (hue, saturation, brightness), and a pull on the gradation curve to plunge the violin's bridge into darkness (plus a little added black). A little dodging and burning in, some cropping and a touch of vignetting completed the processing.
All processing in SilkyPix Developer Studio Pro 9
Wishing all viewers a grooving SLIDERS SUNDAY!
HSS!
This elegant egret stood still, in the quiet of the forest, it felt like a moment of pure peace and beauty—a reminder of nature’s quiet strength.
"The road and the tale have both been long, would you not say so? The trip has been long and the cost has been high... but no great thing was ever attained easily. A long tale, like a tall Tower, must be built a stone at a time" Stephen King
Clinging to life, this majestic lizard becomes one with its surroundings — a perfect blend of resilience and grace. Dewdrops glisten like jewels on its textured scales, a reminder of nature’s quiet splendor and the intricate beauty found in even the smallest moments.
The Deeside Field Club's View Indicator identifies a large number of the Cairngorm peaks that can be seen from this spot.
The entrance to Anstruther Harbour and Chalmers Lighthouse.
Anstruther Lighthouse is located on the west pier of Anstruther Harbour.
Also named Chalmers Lighthouse, it was built in 1880 as a memorial to Dr Thomas Chalmers, a mathematician, political economist and leader of the Free Church of Scotland.
Chalmers was born in Anstruther, and studied at St Andrews University.
This image is not as sharp as I wished, but I still wanted to hear how you feel about it.
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Thursday Doors Day
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Beneath the quiet hush of the forest floor, where the light barely filters through the canopy, a moment of life unfolds in secret. With wings like velvet painted in iridescent blue, the Archduke butterfly descends—not to bask in sunlight, but to feast on decay.
A forgotten fruit, shriveled and blackened, becomes a treasure trove of nutrients. The butterfly unrolls its slender proboscis and drinks deeply, drawing sustenance from what the forest leaves behind. There is elegance in this moment—where beauty meets the cycle of life and death, where even rot plays a vital role.
Here, in the silence, the Archduke reigns—not by grandeur or glory, but by the quiet persistence of life in the shadows.
"We waited for the sun to set over Satang Island, hoping for that perfect golden farewell. But nature had other plans. The sun hid behind clouds, its light breaking through just enough to remind us of its presence. Not dramatic, but quietly beautiful.
Sunsets, like our lives, don’t follow a script. Each one is unique—some bold, others gentle—yet all fleeting and final. They remind us to pause, to feel, and to appreciate the beauty in what is, not what we expected.
May we all set as gracefully and beautifully as the sun—leaving behind a sky that remembers we were here."
In the hushed stillness of the rainforest, she sits—watchful, composed, and unknowingly regal.
Her eyes, deep and reflective, tell of seasons endured, stories untold, and a world shifting around her.
She is no monarch by human design, yet her presence commands respect.
In her aging face lies a quiet strength—etched not in gold or crown, but in the texture of time, survival, and silent leadership.
This portrait does not seek grandeur.
It seeks connection—a fleeting moment where gaze meets gaze, and instinct meets empathy.
She is a queen not of lands, but of legacy.
A matriarch of the forest, witness to its secrets, bearer of its rhythm.