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Always sad to see after such a long journey, that's life, lots of Gulls and other birds around happy for a meal. The ones that wash up on the shore are not for human consumption.
Deze vissen gaan vanzelf dood door de lange rid terug naar waar ze geboren zijn en ze zijn niet voor menselijke consumptie.
Zar Bar's Closet
Blog Name Lost in Thought
Feature Designer Melody & FOXCITY
* I think some of us where born to give more Love then we will ever see in return... *
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Hair Truth Collective Audacious size 2 Essential
AvaWay Phoenix Necklace Set
Melody Janna // fatpack find me @
Janna is a rigged mesh outfit fitted for several Mesh Body's LaraX Legacy Maitreya and Reborn, included is a sweet lil Color Hud which gives you Solid and Patterns, so that you can create some Fun Loving Looks.....
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Back Drop
FOXCITY Photo Booth Sometimes
piXit pose Kiera F5
One of Marwell's Amur Leopards. Photographing these is challenging - it's through either dirty glass or wire fencing.
118 pictures in 2018 (43) lost in thought
NordArt - International Art Exhibition in Büdelsdorf, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany
Jan Koblasa Wailing Wall / Klagemauer
A child, unconcerned, lost in thought before the great mother.
In so many ways the child is me. And in so many ways, I am lost.
Durga Puja, Old Dhaka, Shakhari bazaar 2010
[Explored]
I made the most of the sun and the last of the bluebells with help from my eldest daughter this evening.
I know, you thought the next shot I was going to post was going to be The Subway. Psyc!
Actually, my Subway shot is still rendering...I took a massive multi-row pano of it with a 100mm lens and the shots are all loaded up on a G5 with 16gb of RAM and that thing has been crunching those images for nearly 6 hours...I don't see any smoke yet so I think it's just very busy stitching. I hope.
Anway, in the meantime I thought I'd post one of my favorite shots from my time in Colorado -- Old Crystal Mill. This place is very remote, requiring a 4x4 type vehicle to access. What an amazing landscape, I thouroughly enjoyed my time at Crystal Mill. I arrived in the early morning on a one-way jeep drop-off (even though I knew afternoon would provide the best light) and spend the entire day scouting around it, eating lunch and just relaxing. It was awesome.
So the afternoon light did not disapoint and I shot Crystal Mill from every angle imaginable, settling on this classic vantage point. With the last of the blue sky almost out of sight I realized it was about time to leave. Since I'd only paid for a one-way jeep ride I had a 7 mile hike ahead of me to get back to the MoHo (aka Motorhome).
Suddenly, I turn to a familiar face, Mike Jones. Now I have to say, of all the times I've shot with Mike I never really felt "glad" to see him, though he is a kick in the pants, however this time I was GLAD.
Very glad.
My first words were "Mike, did you drive your truck here?!" Not "Oh hey Mike, good to see you..." or "Mike, how funny to run into you WAY out here...".
No. My first words were a plea of "can-I-get-a-ride-out-with-you so I don't have to hike 7 miles over rocky terrain..." camouflaged with "If you've got room in your truck it would be fun to catchup..."
He didn't buy it and my look of desperation likely was enough...he said "sure".
I did give him $20 and a big thanks at the other end before we headed off in different directions.
Thanks again Mikey!
PS: We now have virtual tours of the Aperture Academy.
Wheely Down, near Warnford.
I thought that I would go for a short drive to see cornfields and trees, as i have not been out cycling as much as usual as strained foot several weeks ago.
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The most beautiful music in the world is your own heartbeat, it assures you that you will survive even when the whole world leaves you alone.
La più bella musica del mondo è quella dei battiti del tuo cuore stesso, ti dà la certezza di sopravvivere anche quando tutto il mondo ti lascia da solo.
SIM : Rotterdam
In the autumn, around my village, sometimes the fog is so thick that we cannot see more than two meters ahead. It is a privileged moment to go for a walk on the paths between the fields. After a few minutes of walking, I am at the edge of the world. The fog dissolves the lights, extinguishes the colors, stifles the sounds, undoes the bonds that unite me to others. I walk like a hermit, leaving behind the heat of my home, sinking into a gray night, perhaps finding, at the end of the road, a grotto in the mountain, or a ruined hovel in the forest which I could make my ultimate home, in order to slow down, give up, meditate, never wash again, get old before time like an old witch, lose all my teeth, eat roots, but finally live.
But it is not the destination that matters to me, and moreover I do not desire it, any more than I desire the comfort of the society of Men. I live in an in-between, in a world where no place suits me. It's not that I cannot find my place, it's because I'm afraid every place will only offer lethal boredom. In this tension, I can better see what is happening around me, for better and for worse. A good distance, neither too far away to forget people, nor too close to understand them, I see the war that they make every day to defend their place and their singularity, a fight lost in advance where each, danced in a deadly ballet, is identical to all the others. I can see the chaos towards which they are going, singing, strangely confident in the illusion of a past order.
In the fog, my thoughts are troubled; and it's better that I stop thinking. Each step is a question and the answer to that question in the moment. I have cast off, cast my bearings overboard, I no longer need it because I am untied from the past, from the future and the derisory projects to which we sacrifice our lives; I am bound to you whom I love, and to you too, whom I hate, but I love you; to the earth that bears me, to the worms in the earth, to the grasses and to the trees, to the air that I breathe, to the clouds above the fog and to the sky that gave me life.
From year to year, the fog approaches, crosses my threshold, invades my living room and my bedroom. I wake up almost every morning with a layer of fog at the foot of my bed. I learned to protect myself from the cold of my loneliness, to orient myself without seeing, to love my neighbor without trying to understand him, to accept our fatal destiny without renouncing my revolt. My in-between is my hermitage, a destination that is never final, a spirit that is never at peace, and sometimes falls from exhaustion on the road, leading me to wonderful dreams.
I could never say goodbye and yet I'm already gone.