Nashville: More than the Twang
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For me, anyway, the name of this flower, Galadia, almost sounds like a friendly greeting, especially when made with an Australian twang! So I thought I'd give the title a bit of a twanging too. Have a lovely weekend, my friends ... :-))
........ and im ready for a Barn Dance come Saturday Night ............
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo
And Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo
Macro Mondays
Theme: Sound
Size : Less than 3x3 inches
The subject is guitar strings.
Have to get my old guitar out of storage for this week's theme.
Only light source is natural sunlight through the glass doors.
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HMM
Why, he could charm the scales right off a snake (said with a Texas twang).
(?) Red-shouldered hawk (Buteo lineatus) on a foggy morning in McGovern Centennial Gardens. Hermann Park. Houston, Texas.
I have never seen Gerry interested in the Banjo before. This Banjo hangs in our living room. It belonged to my Father in Law. I do not play but it is a nice reminder of him. Soon I plan to hang my brothers Bass Guitar up somewhere.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
A color that hangs lanterns
on bare twigs
or flames the bushfire sky
with ripeness close to red,
it zings and swigs the air
like twanging banjo notes
on bluest blue, its head
held high - it pings
up on the ledge
of spectral ecstasy,
evangelistic hue ......
That's orange !
Margrit
Top To Bottom - Denna
Hair - Doux - Victoria (New at Level)
Head: Genus Project - Strange W002
Skin: Nar - Brienne (Bom)
Brows: SB - JuliaWater Small (Bom)
Lipstick: Velour - Lolita
Necklace: NaaNaa's - Sama
Top: Ascend - Quin (New FaMeshed)
Instrument: BAMSE - Twang - Fawn RARE (NEW Arcade)
Bracelets: Eudora 3D - Lilac
Pose: Denden
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxG-BYtVVuE
"I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,
Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;
I dream upon the nighthawks peopling heaven,
Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;
And on the bat's mute antics, who would seem
Dimly to have made out my secret place,
Only to lose it when he pirouettes,
On the last swallow's sweep; and on the rasp
In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back,
That, silenced by my advent, finds once more,
After an interval, his instrument,
And tries once--twice--and thrice if I be there;
And on the worn book of old-golden song
I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold
And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;
But on the memor of one absent, most,
For whom these lines when they shall greet her eye."
Robert Frost
Spent a lot of time in my twenties living in Boughton. It's about a mile from the city centre but has a village feel to it, as do a lot of the suburbs in Chester.
It still has a green grocers, a bakery and and a couple of butchers, the one I used has recently changed hands after the retirement of Mr. Philip Salt esq. but they still do a version of the Chester Roll which is like a cross between a sausage roll and a Cornish pasty.
For such a small city the accents differ wildly and I can instantly tell where someone was brought up. There is a 'Boughton twang,' the 'Saltney inflection,' and the recent influx of media types, TV presenters, celeb chefs and actors to Hoole, now known locally as Notting Hoole has changed the accent there beyond recognition.
Blacon and the Lache are often grouped together with similar accents but most Cestrians can tell the difference through colloquial phrases. Further out you get a kind of regional RP in Vicars Cross, Upton and Christleton.
Not Enough
Not Enough Words
...letters
....expressions
....sentences
Can ever express what you mean to me
Not Enough Ink
...paper
....lines
....columns
Can ever express what you mean to me
Not Enough Feelings
...emotions
...sensations
...senses
Can ever express what you mean to me
Not Enough Colors
...shades
...gradations
...strokes
Can ever express what you mean to me
Not Enough Songs
...tones
...twangs
...vibes
Can ever express what you mean to me
I Simply Love You
I decided to post a series of three shots of this species, because, in one of the other shots, the lilac-pink crest on the back of their head is more visible, and, in the profile photo, you have a general view of the spotted plumage, which I think is lovely. This one is my favorite, because it was vocalizing and showing a little of the crest.
An interesting text about the species:
"Spotted bowerbirds have a diverse range of vocalisations. Typical calls include loud, harsh churrings and other notes, as well as the complex vocal mimicry characteristic of grey bowerbirds. Spotted bowerbirds are accomplished vocal mimics and have been known to simulate the calls of many birds as well as other sounds.
When approached by humans or other potential threats, males at bowers and females at nests often mimic the calls of predatory birds such as the wedge-tailed eagle, blue-winged kookaburra, grey-crowned babbler, grey butcherbird, pied butcherbird, australian magpie, australian raven, apostlebird and honeyeater, among others.
Other sounds mimicked include large herbivores moving through scrub or over fallen branches, the twang of fence wire, wood chopping, the crack of stock whip and the whistling flight of crested pigeons."
Text from Wikipedia
Cunnamulla, Queensland, Australia
Playing around with the macro lens I loved the depth of field that looking down the neck of Frank's guitar gave. Looking at it in the thumbnail makes me think it's moving. Is that an optical illusion? Perhaps it's just me :)
Luthier Stephen Frith dedicated this guitar to Paul Gregory.
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Brightly-colored small shrike, reminiscent of Long-tailed Shrike in overall coloration. Black mask, rufous flanks and back, clean white throat, and small size make it distinctive within its range. Prefers open areas, often in dry regions, with scattered vegetation. Often perches up on exposed snags, fenceposts, or telephone lines. Song is a messy jumble of musical warbles, harsh churrs, and sharp twanging notes. Calls include a harsh “jhiir.” (eBird)
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An uncommon visitor to Oman (and probably the whole of Arabia). We made a special stop at the park to find this bird and ended up following it from tree to tree in an. effort to get a good look.
Here is the link to our Arabian Peninsula birding trip: ebird.org/tripreport/431495
Mirbat Public Park, Dhofar, Oman. November 2025.
Rockjumper Birding Tours.
I wasn’t doing anything suspicious. Just a grown adult in my natural habitat, standing in front of the fridge at an unreasonable hour, conducting important snack research.
The lighting was dramatic. The choices were few. My focus was intense.
That’s when she showed up behind me with the silent confidence of someone about to commit emotional crimes.
No warning.
No negotiation.
Just the twang of a bowstring and the sudden realization that Cupid apparently works freelance now.
Next thing I know, I’ve been love-sniped in the most disrespectful location possible. Didn’t even get to grab the snacks. Now I’m standing there, pierced by romance, questioning my life choices and why Valentine’s Day has combat mechanics.
She says it’s “symbolic.”
I say it’s assault with affectionate intent.
Anyway, if I start acting soft, poetic, or offering to share my fries… you know why.
Pray for me. And my dignity.
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"Pluck your magic Twanger Froggy."
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SALVATION THROUGH FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST - ALONE!
12 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved."
❤️❤️ IT'S ALL JESUS AND NONE OF OURSELVES! ❤️❤️
16 I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the SALVATION of everyone WHO BELIEVES: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. 17 For in the gospel a RIGHTEOUSNESS FROM GOD IS REVEALED, a righteousness that is by FAITH FROM FIRST TO LAST, just as it is written: "THE RIGHTEOUS WILL LIVE BY FAITH." (Romans 1:16-17)
16 KNOW that a man is NOT justified by observing the law, but by FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST. So we, too, have put our faith in Christ Jesus that we may be JUSTIFIED BY FAITH in CHRIST and NOT by observing the law, BECAUSE BY OBSERVING THE LAW NO ONE WILL BE JUSTIFIED. (Galatians 2:16)
1. Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. 2. BY THIS GOSPEL YOU ARE SAVED, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.
3. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4. that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, 5. and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. 6. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. 7. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, 8. and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.
9. For I am the least of the apostles and do not even deserve to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. 10. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. 11. Whether, then, it was I or they, this is what we preach, and this is what you believed. (1 Corinthians 15:1-11)
7. Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8. All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9. I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10. The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so WE might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH!
So you'll KNOW, and not think you're to bad for God to love. The Christian LIFE isn't about how good WE are, because NONE of us are! It's about how GOOD JESUS IS! Because JESUS LOVES US, so much he died in our place and took the punishment for all of our sins on himself. The wages of sin is DEATH, and Jesus died that death for YOU and I. The good news is there no more punishment for sin left, we were and are all born forgive as a result of the crucifixion of God himself on the cross that took away the sins of the whole world. All we have to do is believe it, and put your Faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ. That my friends is REAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! YOU ARE LOVED. ❤️ ✝️ ❤️
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Same picture as '' seeing is believing'' only cropped slightly....and a slight twang of lowered contrast, I think!
Anybody remember Andy's Gang in the 1950s starring Andy Devine? Froggy lived in a grandfather's clock and would appear in a cloud of smoke at Devine's intonation. Man, it was so long ago but I was just watching an old video clip of Andy Devine and it brought back some memories. Frankly, my memories don't go back much further than that show but still made me laugh.
This bull frog was photographed at Bubbling Ponds Preserve near Sedona, AZ
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Hi Everyone,
The July issue of FOCUS Magazine is here! We have inspiring articles featuring Thomaz Blackburn and Janjii Rugani. Also, we celebrate 10 years of Creations Park with Barbie Alchemi and her group! Belen interviews Grumbachr Graymark, and Siobhin Shippe “fotobombs” Eve Petlyakov! Lastly, we welcome Mara OHanlon-Twang who is now our shopping editor! Enjoy!
Also featured are the winners of the FOCUS Photo Contest! If you missed them, you get to see them here!
Angela Thespian ♥
When stormtroopers aren't out fighting for the Empire or doing their peacekeeping thing they like to relax by playing some heavy metal guitar and do a bit of headbanging.
Power to the riff.
Hamadryas feronia, the blue cracker or variable cracker, is a species of cracker butterfly in the family Nymphalidae. It is found in the southern parts of North America and southwards to Brazil.
The butterflies are commonly known as Crackers due to the ability of the males of several species to produce a sound similar to the crackling of bacon in a frying pan. The sound is produced as the butterflies take off, and is made by twanging a pair of spiny rods at the tip of the abdomen against bristles on the anal claspers. Only males can produce the sound, but both sexes can detect it - their wings have tiny hollow cells covered in membranes that vibrate in response to sound, and stimulate nerve endings. The purpose of the sound is not known. (Wikipedia)
Reserva Jorupe, Ecuador. January 2010.
Macro Monday theme - Music. This is my daughter's guitar, had to dust it off before I captured it... I like how it looks like I have just strummed the strings!
Hope that the sun shone on you guys today - it was beautiful here in Herfordshire :)
Dressing gown, pooch by my side and guitar, oh and a nice cuppa!..........i'm in my element!
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Waiting
A poem by Robert Frost
What things for dream there are when specter-like,
Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled,
I enter alone upon the stubbled filed,
From which the laborers' voices late have died,
And in the antiphony of afterglow
And rising full moon, sit me down
Upon the full moon's side of the first haycock
And lose myself amid so many alike.
I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,
Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;
I dream upon the nighthawks peopling heaven,
Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;
And on the bat's mute antics, who would seem
Dimly to have made out my secret place,
Only to lose it when he pirouettes,
On the last swallow's sweep; and on the rasp
In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back,
That, silenced by my advent, finds once more,
After an interval, his instrument,
And tries once--twice--and thrice if I be there;
And on the worn book of old-golden song
I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold
And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;
But on the memor of one absent, most,
For whom these lines when they shall greet her eye.
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The poem appeared on www.americanpoems.com/
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Sometimes you don't know what you're going to see in a photo, it can be a nice surprise. couldn't see the spider.
When the thunder cracks, it's the twang of my bowstring. Only then will you know it's too late to run.
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I began to feel that this city somehow was
barging into focus, tottering on the verge of the three-dimensional. It was black-and-white, as befits something emerging from literature, or winter; aristocratic, darkish, cold, dimly lit, with twangs of Vivaldi and Cherubini in the background, with Bellini/Tiepolo/Titian-draped female bodies for clouds. /J.Brodsky/
Стало казаться, что город понемногу вползает в фокус. Он был черно-белым, как и пристало выходцу из литературы или зимы; аристократический, темноватый, холодный, плохо освещенный, где слышен струнный гул Вивальди и Керубини на заднем плане, где вместо облаков женская плоть в драпировках от Беллини / Тьеполо / Тициана.
The 18 feet statue of the Buddha in the main prayer hall of Tawang Monastery.The monk who was taking us around told us that the statue had been brought from Tibet.
Tawang Monastery is the second largest monastery in the world and the largest in India.It was founded by Merak Lama Lodre Gyatso in 1680-81 in accordance with the wishes of the 5th Dalai Lama.It is situated at at altitude of around 10000 feet in Tawang valley above Twang town in the state of Arunachal Pradesh in north-east India.It houses over 400 monks.The museum contains some wonderful things including old manuscripts,religious artefacts,paintings,traditional costumes,masks etc
After 52 years I'm starting to play a guitar again. DeRosa is a local music shop which both offers lessons and sells musical instruments. Along with photography playing music was my passion in my youth. Starting at 9 year I taught myself to read music and play the recorder. Then in Senior School learned both the violin & oboe. I was not talented but enjoyed playing. Leaving school I bought a guitar and enjoyed strumming it etc but lost it in 1972 and never bothered again until now. Last week I bought a guitar off a market stall with the intention starting again. The guitar had problems so I went to DeRosa for help. Looking at their guitar stock it was worth buying a new guitar rather than getting the market stall one repaired. So TWANG that's the end of the song.
Dance of the Cavalry
Xin Qiji
Though drunk, we lit the lamp to see the glaive;
Sober, we heard the horns from tent to tent.
Under the flags, beef grilled
Was eaten by our warriors brave
And martial airs were played by fifty instruments:
‘T was an autumn maneuver in the field.
On gallant steed,
Running full speed,
We’d shoot with twanging bows
Recovering the lost land for the sovereign,
‘Tis everlasting fame that we would win.
But alas! White hair grows!