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Time keeps on spinning by but better than the sudden stop of time. Better to have the wobbly stuttering end than the abrupt finish. Have a fantastic moment in time!
They have an intriguing social life in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.
"A rich, russet-and-gray bird with bold streaks down its white chest, the Song Sparrow is one of the most familiar North American sparrows. Don’t let the bewildering variety of regional differences this bird shows across North America deter you: it’s one of the first species you should suspect if you see a streaky sparrow in an open, shrubby, or wet area. If it perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song, so much the better."
The Cornell Lab of Ornithology
Photographed in the wild, Presqu'ile Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada
"You fooled the skies with black flame spells.
How life is given without being overthrown.
And all the words of the madmen that were our words,
the magic with drugs in the prodigal silence.
You mourned with love naked and drunk
because you had accounts with the immortals.
You stuttered the arias of an opera defeated,
a provincial student in front of two oracles.
What did you envy, what did you want, the glorious Paris.
In any case, the world is full of people everywhere.
Claiming miracles given by hashish
and illusions of those living in prisons.
And one night you dressed up as Moon Hamlet,
you turned off the stage lights with a bang.
And you started solving riddles and riddles.
an art and an age of old and dark."
There was something not right on that last photograph of Sonia I was looking at last night. She was heading down to a lower deck of the ship, but why? That deck was locked. What was she after? Or someone was after her? I scrutinized that photo but I came up with nothing. Nada. Zero. I could not make any sense of it all. So I kept searching through her photo files and followed her down to those stairs. I'd go where she's been...
Searching through many photos I found this one. There was something about this photo. Something was not right. I couldn't tell really, but it was there. Just hadn't pinpointed it yet. I decided to show this to Sonia and see what she would say, how would she react. Maybe point me to some direction. Several weeks had passed after the ship incident after all and she was supposedly all good by now. Yet the most strange thing happened. When she saw this picture, she turned pale, curled her big black eye, and lost focus like she had seen a ghost! She back stepped and in a stuttering voice she said..."She's there! Watch out for her. She's there, can't you see? She's coming. Run!". That was it all. In a matter of seconds, her battery depleted and she faded away, just like that night when I found her hanging from the ceiling. So there was someone. Someone after her or so it seemed.
Now it all started to make some sense. She was running from someone that night. She was trying to hide, pretending she became a surveillance camera. I mean, that was all her fooling around with her crazy games, the surveillance camera thing. And that night I assumed it was her playing games as usual, but in reality she was being hunted after she left our deck and had used her crazy game to hide herself, in the presence of what she considered a threat! No, not of what, but rather of whom! Before she fades out, she said "she"... Who was that "she"? Where did "she" come from? And why Sonia was so afraid of her? Why would she run away in the first place? To get away of her alright, but why? Too many questions unanswered still...
I knew I had to dig deeper. But now I had a lead. And now, I could see the "she" in that photo. Or at least what I thought was the "she"... Gently I picked Sonia up from the desk, I changed her battery and put her back in her camera bag. There was no need to wake her up at the moment. She needed to rest. And I needed to do some more research. I turned on my computer and went to that searching page. I needed to look up some info for a certain ship... Yes, I had work to do and some more photos to check. But I knew I was closing in now. I also knew I had to get this done and finish with, whatever or whoever was haunting Sonia in her dreams, causing instantaneous malfunctioning and total black outs. I was her only chance before she had to go under full disassemble and probably recycling procedure. I was her last line of defense. After all, like Dorothea Lange once said for the camera, she was the one who were teaching me to see without a camera all this time we were together. Now then, I had to see! See the "She" and see this through...
She flashed a picture just to remember me better
my eyelashes stuttered, two weeks and ill forget her
forever imprinted on the mind-time diwndles each decision
only met her thrice, each time was worth revisitin, try to
listen but intuition can't hear inhibitions
so I pursue dead ends, depression that can't be cured by
medicine, definition of attraction
should include fatal because minds are stable until ms.
graceful passed chance glances vergin' on playful, distatestful, but
she made me want to shake that virgin label,
face-full of freckles a smile to melt ice-i-culs
type-to-pull out a chair fo', left me like a scare crow
narrow my thought process, forgettin' responsibility,
lost in her tranquility, its silly, but real,
she has the ability to kill pain and re-create it,
my beautiful depression, here's my heart please-take it
Light the fire and burn my heart,
crush my lungs alone in the dark,
paint these walls with red light,
this is the end, this is good night
Not Pictured: Insane framerate drops, lag, stuttering, unskippable intro movies, constantly updating friend lists.
(br borderlands guy)
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Small dove with a dark brown back and pale face and underparts. In flight, the wings show rufous patches. Found in rainforest, gallery forest, thickets, moist woodland, and plantations. Shy understory species that is most often seen on the ground. Song is a long series of hollow “hoo” notes with a stuttering start and a long, even end. Separated from wood-doves by its darker back and paler face and underparts. (eBird)
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A very shy little dove that prefers the darkest corners of the forests. We saw them several times in Uganda, but the only chance of a photo was in the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest, which should tell you everything you need to know about the light and conditions :-)
Bwindi Impenetrable Forest, Uganda. January 2017
Uganda Eco-Tours.
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Range-restricted flowerpecker of the Cardamom Mountains in southwestern Cambodia and far eastern Thailand. Adult male is dark blue above and pale creamy white below, with a black stripe down the center of the belly. Female is much plainer, brownish-olive above and pale buff below; lacks the bright white throat of Plain and female Scarlet-backed Flowerpeckers. Gives a stuttering metallic trill, as well as dry tick notes. Formerly treated as a subspecies of Fire-breasted Flowerpecker. (eBird)
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We were lucky to find this flowerpecker since its range is so narrow. Khao Yai seems to be one of locations where this little bird is usually seen. She had been hunting insects along the branches and was sampling the fruits behind her.
Here's a link to our Thailand bird trip list: ebird.org/tripreport/328567
Khao Yai National Park, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand. February 2025.
Rockjumper Birding Tours.
Tiny, plump flycatcher found in the understory of the subtropical zone in the Andes, especially around bamboo. Distinctive plumage with yellow belly, white throat, rufous crown, black border around cheek, and bold yellow wingbars. Some populations show rufous wash on cheeks and a reduced black border. Sexes similar. Usually seen in singles or pairs, inconspicuously flitting around the understory of forest and edge. Listen for stuttering calls. (eBird)
Yanayacu Biological Station, Ecuador. July 2019.
Hyatt Lake - Cascade Mountains - Jackson County - Oregon - USA
Habitat : Shorelines
Food : Small Animals
Nesting : Ground
Behavior : Probing
Conservation : Low Concern
"The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America... Female Spotted Sandpipers sometimes practice an unusual breeding strategy called polyandry, where a female mates with up to four males, each of which then cares for a clutch of eggs. One female in Minnesota laid five clutches for three males in a month and a half. This odd arrangement does not happen everywhere and often they are monogamous, with the female pitching in to help a little."
- Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mbBbFH9fAg
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
Neath the black, the sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Won't you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind, tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
Sometimes, far too long for snakes
In my shoes
Walking sleep
In my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come? (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just disappear
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
Won't you come
A rich, russet-and-gray bird with bold streaks down its white chest, the Song Sparrow is one of the most familiar North American sparrows. It’s one of the first species you should suspect if you see a streaky sparrow in an open, shrubby, or wet area. If it perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song, so much the better. We had a beautiful and sunny day, a much needed break from the cold and gray rain we have been experiencing.
this bird landed on my freshly mowed lawn and started this display behavior of raising its wings in a stutter-step fashion. It landed on the garden bed, the mower, the neighbor's house, etc, and repeated this display for several minutes.
From allaboutbirds.org: The Northern Mockingbird frequently gives a "wing flash" display, where it half or fully opens its wings in jerky intermediate steps, showing off the big white patches. No one knows why it does this, but it may startle insects, making them easier to catch. On the other hand, it doesn’t often seem to be successful, and different mockingbird species do this same display even though they don’t have white wing patches.
Backyard, St. Louis, Missouri, USA
Brandon: Well, the first thing Pinkus wanted to address today was the rumors that he would be replaced by the SHADES. He said the possibility never existed, that when he was in his coma he could hear everything and knew absolutely he would be fine.
He also suggested there had been a few unscrupulous individuals trying take his spot while he was hospitalized and that his band would never even consider it. He also said that he's got the unnamed persons on his shit list and if they wanted to test how well or not well he is they should try and see what happens.
******This Tokyo Report sponsored in part tonight by Pinkus' hand selected team of award winning stylists....
Halo, Choker and Glasses by CURELESS, Hair by DURA, Jacket by GABRIEL, Headress by CONTRAPTION, Horns by TENTACIO, Tattoo by NEFEKALUM, skin by HUMAN GLITCH, Ears by CERBERUS XING, Collar and Boots by ASTEROID BOX, Glove by HARO, Mask by BAMSE, Leggings by VISION(what? did I stutter, that's right he's wearing women's leggings just like his dear old Daddy used to), Guitar by VERSOV, Head by LELUTKA, Body by SIGNATURE, demented Brain and Twisted Back Story and Plot by this guy right here.
Look at my new design pattern! Red-naped Sapsucker feeding on an Aspen tree near Ketchum, Idaho
"Red-naped Sapsuckers are industrious woodpeckers with a taste for sugar. They drill neat little rows of holes in aspen, birch, and willow to lap up the sugary sap that flows out. The presence of sap wells is a good indication that they are around, but so are their harsh wailing cries and stuttered drumming."
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Don't you,
You hear,
Hear the,
The stuttering,
Stuttering between,
Between the,
The words,
Words when,
When I,
I say,
I am,
Am Fine,
Because I,
I feel,
Feel the,
The pain,
Pain of,
Of the,
The Lie,
As I,
I say,
Say it,
You Didn't know,
Did you,
Because my whole life is a lie,
I'm NOT fine..
pic uploaded for MacroMondays theme #the.space"in.between"
stutterer pic uploaded for SSSmile on Saturday theme #shiny.metals
HSoS for everyone - FSoS para todos !
Straight Pano-Sabotage with the colour saturation and "cast" ( yellow ) pushed to the max to modify the extreme white glare that overwhelms the original shot. This is a single image shot in one pass. The street scene to the right was achieved by flicking the camera wrist very quickly to the right.
Best in ZOOM.
Image shot May 6, 2018.
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Please visit my Kreative People Highlight Gallery HERE
Seen along Bow River Calgary
The Spotted Sandpiper occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America. www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Spotted_Sandpiper/id
Sweat beaded on my brow as I crested another rise. There, tantalizingly close, was the British Lookout – a jagged silhouette against the azure sky, three grueling hours and 1,000 meters (3,281 feet) further on. The challenge pulsed in the thin air, a promise whispered by the wind.
But the return wouldn't be a mere retracement. Dawn's light, painting the eastern giants, would bathe the valley in a symphony of shadow and splendor. This wouldn't be just a descent; it would be a front-row seat to nature's grand unveiling.
The breathtaking photos from the British Lookout will have to wait – a treat for the 21st. But right now, I'm speechless by the panorama unfolding before me. Did I stutter? Shocked is more like it.
This vista captures the true essence of the French Valley. To my north, the colossal Cerro Paine Grande dwarfs its neighbors, its icy flanks contrasting with the French Glacier clinging to its western slopes – a sight unseen from Refugio Francés. Framing the valley head is a cirque carved by time, its walls adorned with a pantheon of giants: Paine Grande (a staggering 3,050 meters or 10,007 feet), the twin-peaked Cerro Castillo cradling its glaciers, Olguin e los Perros (a mere 1,421 meters or 4,662 feet) compared to its brethren, the pointed Cerro Los Gemelos (1,998 meters or 6,555 feet), the menacing Cerro Aguja de los Quiquichos (1,703 meters or 5,587 feet), and the squat El Tambor (a modest 230 meters or 754 feet). These behemoths stand sentinel over the eastern reaches of the valley, their imposing presence a constant reminder of nature's raw power.
SONG: WHEN I SEE YOU by Fantasia
LYRICS:
I put your picture on my mirror
Start to blush when somebody says your name
In my stomach there's a pain
See you walk in my direction
I go the other way
I start to stutter when I speak
Try to stand but my knees go weak
What's happening to me?
In the dark, can you tell me what it means?
I lay my head on my pillow
Staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
Is the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
I scribble X's and O's in my notebook
Checking how my hair and nails look
I feel myself in the zone
I get nervous when you call
So I say I'm not home
I see your face
When I hear my favorite song
Should I send a email at home
You're the number one topic on the phone
I wonder if you know or do you have a clue?
I lay my head on my pillow
You got me staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
What's the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
Something now is taking over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not gonna run now
Just gonna stand here and see
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
“To linger anew
behind bars of birdsong,
dangling high and on display
in the cage of a memory.
So, has flight been clipped.
So punctuated has been sounding.
So. Score so. Tremble thus,
then less tremble, stilling,
fitfully to rest. Colon.
Here, then here else,
solfege across modulations.
Palm psalms and moth motifs
clap to burn bright, hand-flutter
and arpeggio across a blink,
to play a span, to transit a sonata,
from stutter-bee to shutter-sea,
as saying letters the skin, transported,
just more baggage above comportment.
I have lived
the dark betweens.
Everything I have ever seen
has been through
the murky windows
of way stations.”
—George Angel
en.atthefringe.org/program2020/passion-for-words%3A-georg...
I was off down to the pharmacy once G got back from walking Rufus and then walked down to the little supermarket for some extra things for tonight's dinner.
Saw this on my way home and got as close as I could.
Today is : International Stuttering Awareness Day - nationaldaycalendar.com/international-stuttering-awarenes...
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Well, you see Doc, I've been having this recurring dream.... Perhaps it means something....
Up in an airplane above the archipelago.
I stuttered in my armour
in an airplane above the archipelago.
Now I see where you grew up
and the murderer in me.
[miike snow, inspiring this dream]
Sparrow without a song...all fluffed up for the cold. Snow expected tomorrow.
"A rich, russet-and-gray bird with bold streaks down its white chest, the Song Sparrow is one of the most familiar North American sparrows. Don’t let the bewildering variety of regional differences this bird shows across North America deter you: it’s one of the first species you should suspect if you see a streaky sparrow in an open, shrubby, or wet area. If it perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song, so much the better."
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Song_Sparrow
This puffed-up sparrow in the tall grasses neither sang nor flew in a direction I expected. We had a bit of light this morning.
Comments unnecessary. Very large crop.
Larger size: www.flickr.com/photos/jan-timmons/49357859576/sizes/h/
" I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am fine ... "
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I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am
Taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stuttered, shook, and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine
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Peace Valley Park, PA. USA
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Yellow-belled Sapsuckers perch upright on trees, leaning on their tails like other woodpeckers. They feed at sapwells—neat rows of shallow holes they drill in tree bark. They lap up the sugary sap along with any insects that may get caught there. Sapsuckers drum on trees and metal objects in a distinctive stuttering pattern.
Nikon Z9 camera with Nikon 500mm f 5.6 E PF lens.
1/2000 F5.6 ISO 320, with fill flash
Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
Matthew 7:13,14
SONG: "When I See You" by Fantasia
LYRICS:
I put your picture on my mirror
Start to blush when somebody says your name
In my stomach there's a pain
See you walk in my direction
I go the other way
I start to stutter when I speak
Try to stand but my knees go weak
What's happening to me?
In the dark, can you tell me what it means?
I lay my head on my pillow
Staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
Is the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
I scribble X's and O's in my notebook
Checking how my hair and nails look
I feel myself in the zone
I get nervous when you call
So I say I'm not home
I see your face
When I hear my favorite song
Should I send a email at home
You're the number one topic on the phone
I wonder if you know or do you have a clue?
I lay my head on my pillow
You got me staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
What's the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
Something now is taking over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not gonna run now
Just gonna stand here and see
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
I wish I could say the finch wept for me alone
from his linden branch, but he sang for the whole
neighborhood, as twilight rose on his Addio L' Amore
for some fickle Violetta gone nest hopping,
a lament so rending each trill seemed
to shatter his glass heart and the baritones
along the quay fell silent,
and whatever jubilation normally erupts never did,
not while the finch grieved and the sky filled
with pinpricks of light. I wish I could have stroked
his chest, his twin, stuttering lungs, and consoled all
who listened on our stumps and lonely boles,
remembering our own farewells to love: dark eyes,
sleek feathers, sweet wine of those who peck us blind
and flutter off. So sing, little Rodolfo, sad
Chansonnier, and let us cry with you in fellowship,
and let us cry for our mutual folly, for love which
evaporates, for passion which devours us, for
emptiness, yes, warble a note or two for the pouring
out of ourselves into others, for this dusk which
has turned the streets vermilion, for this cafe
lighting itself against the night.
--Miguel de O
I thought this kinda looks like a marble space ship traveling from left to right through space. Hence the title.
It's three cats-eye marbles resting on a concave mirror, photographed in a totally dark room with just a small flashlight held close and shining straight down on the marbles from above. I rotated the image 90 degrees to the right. The oblong look of the reflections at left was caused by the concave mirror, as were the stuttering reflections at frame left.
Macro Mondays: "Marbles" theme
HMM
Another bottle of nail paint!
The song I chose is COLOR BLIND by Counting Crows It's a beautiful song...kinda melancholic but that's how I feel right now!
I am color...blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine
***Professor Smith opened the book and started to read***
His voice captivated me, soothing my mind and transporting me into a magical realm of warriors and fantasy. He was enchanting as well, in the way he held the book and fingered through the pages. Each turning made me crave the next and soon I found I could no longer focus on the words he spoke. His sound and movements were all that mattered. All I craved. When he looked up at me and smiled my breath caught in my throat. Heat rising quickly to my cheeks, the sensation warming me. I could not look away. My gaze fell on his lips and the sly smile that rested there. Standing he strode quickly towards me. He leaned in slowly, stopping so close that I could feel his breath on my lips, he asked, "Did you not enjoy the story. It would be a shame if I bored you." My eyes locked on his. I flicked my tongue to moisten my lower lip nervously. His eyes burning into my soul. I stuttered, "Yes Sir, I mean no Sir, I mean." Silencing me he leaned in crushing his lips against mine. I forgot the world as I pressed myself against him. ***Slapping the book shut, Professor Smith tilted his head and looked at me with concern..."Damon are you listening?" Laughing and blushing I brushed the daydream aside..."Yes Sir." I replied. "Intently."...*** The End <3
Even in some darkest moments there is light. Don't let others be that darkness in your life, let the light shine in.
"Only he who has seen better days and lives to see better days again knows their full value." ~Mark Twain~
“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.”
~Roy T. Bennett~
Thank you to ~Charles~
for helping pick the song and making me remember the good old days ♥
🎼: Rainy Day People ~ Gordon Lightfoot~~
✈️ : Witherwood
Rainy day people always seem to know when it's time to call
Rainy day people don't talk, they just listen 'til they've heard it all
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell 'ya they've been down like you
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two
If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love
Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above
Rainy day lovers don't love any others, that would not be kind
Rainy day people all know how it hangs on a piece of mind
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you, they've been down there too
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two
Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feeling blue
High-stepping stutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too
Take it or leave it, or try to believe it
If you've been down too long
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside, they just pass it on
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside, they just pass it on
22nd October 2020:
Once Graham had taken Rufus for his first walk and done the odds and ends he needed doing I was out. It was sunny, not too cold and there wasn't a howling gale blowing.
I went down towards town at first and then back up towards the sports stadium. I was on a fungus hunt. Found quite a lot, but none of the one I really wanted. I wanted red!!
On my way home I walked on the other side of the road and there tucked in between some hydrangeas was my prize. I've never actually seen any before, which was an even better bonus.
Other photos to upload, but I may make a collage of them ...
Today is : International Stuttering Awareness Day - nationaldaycalendar.com/international-stuttering-awarenes...
And for the Silly News it's : National Make a Dog’s Day - nationaldaycalendar.com/national-make-a-dogs-day-october-22/ 🐶
Or : National Nut Day - nationaldaycalendar.com/national-nut-day-october-22/
Yummy.
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"I don't even have to question if it's real or not
You're right there, all times
Even when my car broke down in the parking lot
You were there
You didn't stutter or hesitate
You come to my rescue once again.
Like that
You always answer calls
When I call, you come
You always answer my calls
When I call (you always come)
You always answer my calls,
When I call, you come
You always answer my calls
When I call (you always come)." - Robert Glasper w/Jill Scott ♫
Featuring: LEIJIN // Structure -- Glasper Rooftop Extrance
Villena, Ryvolter, Shi, Juju, ::K::
Ethereal song rings through breeding grounds in northern spruce forest; found in thickets and forest understory during migration, when it tends to be shy and hard to find. To distinguish from other Catharus thrushes, note very faint eyering and plain gray face. Small bill with yellow base. Grayer face than Swainson's Thrush and lacks buffy eyering. Nearly identical to Bicknell's Thrush, which shows slight reddish wash to plumage. Song is a stuttering series of descending phrases with a notably wiry tone. Call a high-pitched, piercing "pzeeer."
Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. July 2011.