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NS GP38-2s 5104, 5218 & 5217 are tied down on the M Line's Run Around at McDonough, Georgia. February 2023
Drei Schmetterlinge fliegen durch die Luft,
sie suchen eine Wiese mit viel Blumenduft.
Three butterflies fly through the air,
They are looking for a meadow with a lot of flower scent.
Ein Blümlein hier, ein Blümlein dort,
sie flattern immer weiter fort.
A little flower here, a little flower there,
they keep fluttering away.
Sie trinken süßen Blütensaft,
das gibt den bunten Flügeln Kraft.
They drink sweet flower juice,
this gives the colorful wings strength.
Und erst wenn sich die Sonne neigt,
und eine kleine Grille geigt,
setzt sich der Schmetterling zur Ruh'
und macht die beiden Flügel zu.
And only when the sun goes down,
and played a little cricket,
the butterfly goes to rest
and closes the two wings.
Three shots from Tenerife. I am (as per usual) behind with my Flickr duties. I will hopefully find time to catch up over the weekend.
Thank you for all your comments and favs etc, much appreciated :)
More views of a steel shade structure covering a rooftop courtyard between the University of Arizona’s medical research and bioresearch buildings.
From an evening out in the snow on Boxing Day.
Made {explore} - Highest position: 47 on Sunday, December 28, 2008
Finished 1st in a Flickr group photo contest! - www.flickr.com/groups/911462@N23/discuss/72157612858330597/
Finished 1st in another Flickr group photo contest. - www.flickr.com/groups/myfavoeriteforest/discuss/721576131...
I took this photo at a distance purposely. I wanted to get in the lush vegetation as a framework for these three birds having a leisurely time on their branch - preening themselves.
Day 2 - Sandhill Crane Festival, Monte Vista NWR, Monte Vista, CO - One of my festival goals is always to capture views of the cranes with the snowcapped Sangre de Cristo range of the Rocky Mountains as a backdrop ...
A mother and daughter walk at a slow pace along the ocean's edge. The sun has set and all that remains is the glow of a late summer sunset. But it doesn't appear they even notice the glow in the sky, or the gentle waves, or hear the sound of sand crunching underfoot or even the cries of the seagulls. They are deep in conversation, two women, sharing what matters in their lives.
Not far off is a photographer, alone with her camera, watching every magical moment transforming before her eyes. The sky at this time of the evening can be anywhere from shades of gold to brilliant reds, to pale pinks and purples.
Two are oblivious to their surroundings while one is on high alert waiting for the right moment to capture with her camera. And then there it is, two women walking, the sky, the waves, all coming together for this one woman.