“Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way [...] fifty miles at the very limits of conception. ”

-Bill Bryson (A Walk in the Woods)

For me, walking is the best way to see the world and feel it.

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"Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment." •

Sometimes someone walks into your life and everything just works; it's effortless, organic and right from the very first exchange - making it obvious why everything and everyone else didn't work.

From day one you've made me smile, laugh until I cry, my heart flutter and given me the freedom to be myself, always. I craved your Dominace the moment I felt it's embrace, and I am forever grateful and happy that we're on this journey together.

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I love you.

Utterly immersed in vibrant autumn color, on a walk in the woods in Melrose, Massachusetts.

Thanks for stopping by, and for your continued kind comments and favorites while I've been traveling. I hope you have a wonderful weekend, wherever in the world you may be.

Text message can be useful, quick, convenient or utterly confusing.

A few common abbreviations to help us older users .

ROFL: Rolling on the floor laughing

STFU: Shut the f*** up

ICYMI: In case you missed it

TL;DR: Too long, didn’t read

TMI: Too much information

AFAIK: As far as I know

LMK: Let me know

NVM: Nevermind

FTW: For the win

BYOB: Bring your own beer

BOGO: Buy one get one

JK: Just kidding

JW: Just wondering

TGIF: Thank goodness it’s Friday

TBH: To be honest

TBF: To be frank

RN: Right now

FUBAR: F***** up beyond all recognition

BRB: Be right back

ISO: In search of

BRT: Be right there

BTW: By the way

FTFY: Fixed that for you

GG: Good game

BFD: Big freaking deal

IRL: In real life

DAE: Does anyone else?

LOL: Laugh out loud

SMH: Shaking my head

NGL: Not gonna lie.

I am sure there are hundreds more.

Royal Cornwall show, 2025.

...Will Not Utterly Despair of Anything. ~ Mark Twain

Michael Utterly Of Raistrick Greave , Widdop. In November 1643 He got drawn into the approaching battle at Heptonstall helping the Roundheads but he clearly wanted to get on with his life. A brother John meanwhile was an ardent Royalist and lost his life at Marsden Moor in 16 44 .

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.

Nor the woman in the ambulance

Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly –

A gift, a love gift

Utterly unasked for

By a sky

Palely and flamily

Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes

Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

Oh my God, what am I

That these late mouths should cry open

In a forest of frosts, in a dawn of cornflowers.

["Poppies in October" by Sylvia Plath... very interesting comments at genius.com/Sylvia-plath-poppies-in-october-annotated ]

Male Blackbird feeding right next to the hide.

I have various holey logs filled with the 'Utterly Peanut Butterly Peanut Butter For Wild Birds' and it goes very quickly.

I recommend it to anyone feeding birds.

Isn't Nature so utterly amazing? Look at the structure and perfection of this dandelion!

To be called a 'weed'...?

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noun

a widely distributed weed of the daisy family, with a rosette of leaves and large bright yellow flowers followed by globular heads of seeds with downy tufts.

Genus Taraxacum, family Compositae: several species, in particular T. officinale, which has edible leaves.

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Utterly amazed and humbled how quick this milestone has come, thank you everyone who continues to visit the ZZR and ride through the beautiful area that has become Seogyeoshire.

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Ardnamurchan, Scotland, Highlands, Beach, Coast, Seascape, Shore, Sanna

Ardnamurchan is widely considered by many who visit it to be one of the most stunning natural parts of the Scottish coast.

It is beautiful, utterly wild and unspoilt.

“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.”

― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

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Utterly loving the new Taxi from Lusch Motors, i regretted not buying the original on my first avi... so i am supah happy this electric one was released! of course i had to pinkify it!

Completely and utterly in love with Tasmania ... this is about a 5 minute walk from our hotel accomodation. Pristine wilderness all to myself ... I couldn't believe it. I pay homage to those that fought so hard to preserve this wilderness wonderland.

Poor Siskin is looking utterly fed up this morning.

We survived the slippery, uneven icy ground (unfortunately the photograph I took wasn't very special) and made it back to less deadly ground. We looked out over more icy rooftops - time hadn't been kind to these buildings.

Whilst I took some shots, Michael was preoccupied first with the sight of torchlight along the side of the site and then car lights nearby- not moving. Had we been discovered? It was certainly odd that we'd seen all of this sudden activity nearby. Was someone outside looking out for movement? We both stayed utterly silent and frozen.

Thank you so very much for using my photo as your new group cover. :)

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Nobody was more surprised than myself when I jumped out of bed before sunrise on New Year's Day. I'd stayed up until the small hours watching Richard E Grant having a splendid time playing the utterly dissolute Withnail alongside Paul McGann's ever timid "I," and gone to bed very late indeed. Generally this is a recipe for an especially slothful start to the following day, with an over reliance on the coffee reserves and little other meaningful sign of life before noon. But for once things were different. Improbably it had snowed in the evening, and even more surprisingly it had settled. With the weather forecast promising a cold clear night it seemed likely that the freshly laid white carpet on the badger eaten patch of scrub that passes for the front lawn would still be there in the morning, although for how long beyond that was uncertain. This was most unusual in our mild wet corner of the country so it couldn't really be missed. I set the alarm despite having no confidence whatsoever in my ability to crawl out of bed less than six hours after getting into it.

Early in the morning I wandered around the garden with a quiet smile. There's something about snow that takes me back to childhood. In the forty-five years since my parents moved us down to Cornwall I could count the number of times we've had more than a brief coating of the stuff on the fingers of one hand and still have a digit or two to spare. There was 1979 when Dad made sledges out of old bits of wood and fitted plastic curtain rails under the runners, which made them faster than anyone else's on the near vertical Trelawney Road in Falmouth. How none of us got killed I can't really say. Then there was 1987 when my return to University after Christmas was delayed by the big freeze and I watched "Gregory's Girl" for twenty consecutive nights on the VHS player. Since then we've had the odd afternoon when panic has broken loose at work as every car in the universe attempts to leave Truro at exactly the same moment, but there is generally a period of around ten years between each of these momentous events. Only rarely has the snow still been on the ground the following day. The message from Cornwall is, if you want to see snow in winter, this isn't going to be the likeliest place to find it.

I quickly decided the garden wasn't bringing any inspiration at all and prepared to go to the same place as I did when the Beast from the East visited three years ago. The woods across the road beckoned. By now the clock was against me and as I struggled through thick mud towards a spot I'd taken a shot from before, the sky filled with soft pink light. I checked my watch yet again; the moment of sunrise was very close. My right eye complained at me, streaming in the cold morning air. It wasn't used to being open or outdoors at such a disagreeable hour after ten days away from the office, and stonily refused to fully open and engage with the rest of me. Weeping from one eye and slipping around on the sodden track I pushed on urgently in a race against the sunrise, eventually arriving at this spot where a gate onto an open field waited appealingly under a soft white dust that didn't seem likely to last long. Mentally I recorded the scene before me, but I didn't stop. The composition I wanted was a few yards further along the path. When I got there it took seconds to reject it.

Five minutes later I was back here, just in time to get the shot before the sun rose and blew the highlights and what was left of the pastel pinks clean out of the sky. A minute or two later and I'd have missed it completely. Later on I returned for a leisurely stroll. The snow had almost completely gone, leaving only traces of the beautiful morning landscape that I'm so glad I didn't miss.

Several people, my own dear mother included, have said the result of this New Year's Day outing should be on a Christmas card. The trouble is I still can't decide whether that's a compliment or a thickly veiled insult. But I'm thinking of getting some Christmas cards printed at the end of this year.

This utterly stunning view, taken from the top of Bratton Castle on Monday 25th May 2020, shows the famous White Horse of Westbury, and the extensive panoramic view towards Bath and Bristol. Must visit for anyone in the area.

Utterly love the fact i can fly from the Railway to the beautiful mainland of Bellisseria. Came out here as i heard rumours that the SS Galaxy has sailed out to Bellisseria.

A few months ago, on one of my occasional weekend space-trips, I had picked up a magic lens that was capable of time-travel and simultaneous thematic image capture across multiple time-windows ;-) Since then this magic lens has received multiple automatic software-upgrades transmitted via the medium of sun-rays ;-) It seems to me that the upgraded lens has now begun to exhibit early signs of appreciating human speech and emotions :-O This realization dawned on me during my recent stay in Pondicherry (Paris of the East).

One evening in Pondicherry I had set up my camera with the magic lens, on a tripod, near the old pier hoping to capture a few interesting blue-hour photos. Out of the blue, an old friend of mine, who I had not met for a while, spotted me there on his evening walk. Soon we were totally engrossed in a deep conversation about one of our favorite subjects - visual arts - and dwelt quite a bit on the first fully painted animated feature film Loving Vincent. After my friend departed I turned to my camera to discover that (and this is a bit of a guesswork on my part) - the magic lens had felt badly neglected and utterly bored during the time I was talking to my friend :-( and since I had left the camera switched on, the magic lens had decided to make a definitive point to me by clicking, on its own, a bunch of 'art-like' photos ( à la Vincent van Gogh paintings) >:-{

By the time I got back to the camera, I was left with a completely drained camera battery and a whole lot of art-like photos taken by the magic lens! This is one of the better ones, in my opinion, from that lot. Hope you all like it :-)

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the most impressive and utterly delightful entrance to CastleBrando, once you have mastered the ascend by funicular :)

Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday everyone!

This is a McLaren 765LT Coupe.

Introducing the new McLaren 765LT. Born from fearless supercar engineering.

cars.mclaren.com/en/super-series/765lt

Aggressive. Pure. Created with singular vision

At McLaren, we do not fear the unknown. We do not fear the challenge. The new McLaren 765LT has a legend to live up to: Longtail. Every car that's carried this name has been unique. Extreme and utterly focused around the driver. All about maximum engagement. Searing performance. Sensational handling.

Uncompromising. Singular. Focused. shaped by the pursuit of driving purity. The 765LT. Taking the perfectly formed 720S closer to the edge. With a powerful presence and aggressive design language that deliver incredible performance. Less weight. More downforce. Aerodynamic innovation. Bespoke carbon fibre body panels shape an iconic elongated profile. Suspension is lowered. And the front track is wider. The message is clear: nothing gets in the way of dynamic ability. Everything is here for a reason. Inside the McLaren 765 Long Tail, the unblinking sense of purpose and minimal clarity continue. There's lightweight Alcantara®. And the seats used in the awe-inspiring McLaren P1™. Sculpted carbon fibre is everywhere. The Longtail story continues.

And this is the most powerful LT yet, with a shattering 765PS. Just 765 will ever be produced. For the lucky few, the next chapter is beginning…

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The McLaren 765LT is a supercar that makes track performance a priority and lets most creature comforts fall by the wayside. With a 755-horsepower twin-turbocharged V-8 mounted amidships, it’s wickedly quick, and its lightweight construction makes it a missile around the racetrack. Its “LT” name refers to the fact that it’s a “longtail” version of the 720S, with which it shares many components. The simplistic interior has a no-nonsense feel, and the standard retractable convertible top on the Spider version adds a bit of weight but shouldn’t detract too much from the pure driving experience.

Special car, supercar

It really was utterly miserable and wet this morning when I took this photo on the Westminster Bridge but worth getting wet to get the shot I wanted :)

In the background, just visible through the rain, is Lambeth Bridge and St. George tower.

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We could hardly contain our delight and excitement after spotting two little owlets sitting in the trees! Not too far from where we had seen the adult. Adorable is an understatement!!

Located on the lsle of Anglesey North Wales and was built between 1295 and 1330.

lt was the intention of Edward the 1st to colonise the North of Wales and so built a number of castles to govern the population of that area.

This was the last of Edwards castles. Its design for the times was state of the art and included many fine defensive features.

Works finally ceased in 1330. Owing to the costs incurred by its construction and by the threat of a Scottish invasion Edward decided to invest in his army instead. Works here were never resumed.

In 1609 though the castle was manned by a small force the actual condition of the castle was described as at the time "Utterly Decayed. "

ln the English Civil War 1642 / 1646 the castle was of strategic importance and was held by Charles the 1st

Today although ruined the Castle is still an impressive building and is a testament to former troubled times.

Well worth a visit

Witnessing the harsh, cold, but utterly beautiful lands of Iceland was an incredible experience, something I dreamt for a long time. It was amazing, mesmerizing and life changing. Because I am still drunk of Iceland, I've already booked another trip there, at the end of May, when I hope I will see a green scenery. But in the meanwhile, here it is a view of amazing Vestrahorn seen from the eastern side across the Atlantic Ocean, from the Eystrahorn.

Utterly forlorn...

i am so very thankful for this man...

for his strength and guidance.

for his friendship and care.

for his magical brain and sense of humor.

for the thousand ways he takes care of me each day.

for the person he is on the good and hard days.

for the kindness he shows to everyone he meets.

I'm the luckiest girl. ♥

Technically, this is a terrible shot because of the distance and graininess. I just so loved the human aspect of this shot and sometimes it's not the clarity that counts!. They had just mated and groomed each other.

Ardnamurchan is widely considered by many who visit it to be one of the most stunning natural parts of the Scottish coast.

It is beautiful, utterly wild and unspoilt.

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The red shouldered hawk isl if truly a bird of beauty and set against the high key sky it shows off his incredible color, detail and magnificence I love birds of prey and always feel very fortunate when we have an opportunity to photograph them !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wishing you all a very beautiful and blessed evening !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm utterly enchanted by the green june beetles in my backyard. This is Stanley. The foliage he's climbing out of is the blue butterfly pea (see the previous pic in my photostream).

The pic posted below is the same shot of Stanley, with a different crop. Couldn't decide which I liked better -- which do you fine people prefer?

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Listening to this ^ number side-by-side ... one of my faves .. and dont ask how many times Ive seen this film ... probably hundreds ;)

The shot was taken at Cirencester: one of the most beautiful towns in UK I've seen so far. Not far from London. And utterly classy and beautiful.

If you get a chance ... do visit ;-)

An utterly miserable day! Rain, wind and more rain.

On the plus side... my Paramo trousers still fit! I haven't worn them since the first few weeks of moving in and feared for the worst! Also it took a little longer today before the Sciatica kicked in hard , about 10 minutes rather than 4. I put this down to sticking to easier (paved) terrain for the start of my half hour walk rather than straight over the fields.

Isaiah 24:3 “The earth will be completely laid waste and utterly pillaged, for the Lord has spoken this word.”

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Utterly extraordinary. This spot has not seen standing water in 50 years. But a deluge the previous month brought badly needed rain -- Morocco had been in the grip of a 6-year drought -- and flash floods that pooled at the foot of Erg Chebbi, sand dunes in eastern Morocco. 28 people were killed by flooding in the mountains after an extratropical storm brought a year's worth of rain in 2 days.

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08 Aug 2009

Yes. I do fawn over my Jamie. I can't help myself.

Utterly insane in person.

Looking utterly forlorn in 1997, Swinford saw its last trains in the winter 1975, regular passengers services ending in 1963. Although the section remains closed, the rails have never been officially recovered and remain in sections, awaiting the many reopening proposals that have been delayed over the years.

Maybe it’s time to put our massive global digital tax windfall surplus back in neglected physical infrastructure that has always been so lacking, especially west of the Shannon.

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Nikkormat SLR - Kodak T- Max 400ASA - Nikkor 28mm - Red filter. (August 1997)