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The occasional surfer and walker are unaware of the meteorological sideshow moving towards the southern Gold Coast. Coolangatta viewed from Tugun Surf Beach.
This title sprang to mind when looking at this image and the lyrics to 'The long and winding road' flooded my head, and look set to stay for at least a couple of days!
"The Long and Winding Road" is a song by the English rock band the Beatles from their 1970 album Let It Be. It was written by Paul McCartney and credited to Lennon–McCartney (Wiki). The band broke up in June 1970 after this song was released as a single.
Lyrics:
The long and winding road, that leads, to your door
Will never disappear, I've seen that road before
It always leads me here, lead me to your door
The wild and windy night, that the rain, washed away
Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried
Any way you'll never know, the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back, to the long winding road
You left me standing here a long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door
But still they lead me back to the long winding road
You left me standing here, a long long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here (Don't keep me waiting), lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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"Life changes as we're having dinner."
It's an expression I've heard over the years
and eventually understood it by experiencing it.
It's shocking the first time it happens. We somehow adjust.
And then, again, our lives change. We adjust over and over.
And now we have a pandemic, Covid-19, and this, too, shall pass. And we will hopefully return to what will be our new normal . Maybe we'll be a bit softer, not so angry,
not so opinionated in our political beliefs,
not so hateful with our words.
Maybe, just maybe, we won't take our everyday comforts for granted.
Hopefully we'll come to see a dawning of a new world,
one where harmony and good will towards those who hold different beliefs will reign...
and let it begin with me.
Hallelujah!
Own image and textures
When walking through the dark sometimes it’s necessary to borrow hope from others around us.
#lookingforlight
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You can spend hours and hours combining colours, forms and textures but sometimes Mother Nature just drops perfection at your feet.
I didn't even touch these, just played with some dreamy softening.
Explore #326, Oct 7, 2007
When every race is run and the day is closing in
I don't care about the world, I´m living for the light
When I left home and headed toward Worthington, I was hoping that this patched SP GP60 was still working the local that runs south of town in Iowa. I had seen it as the south facing unit a few weeks ago on a trip to Nebraska for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, on this day they had gone on duty earlier in the morning than I anticipated. They were long gone by the time I completed the side quest of seeing the Conrail heritage unit at Brewster. I had resigned myself to hoping to take a backlit shot of them trailing on the return trip north and intercepted them just south of Worthington around noon. My fortune turned, however, as they were asked to continue north to Elk Creek to finish up some work that the previous night's shift had left undone. So while I didn't really get anything more of the unexpected Conrail heritage unit than the picture I already posted, I did end up seeing the locomotive I'd gone looking for leading a train in prime light. They're seen here pulling out of the south side of Elk Creek to take a little headroom before finishing their work and heading back to Worthington to tie down for the evening.
When we saw the mottled light, we knew exactly where we needed to be. This was not our first trip to the rodeo.
Captured during one of our "adventure series" workshops in a remote area of Death Valley National Park, March 2022. Although camping is required and sturdy tires are advised, no camping experience is necessary and we can help you find and rent a vehicle appropriate for the journey (no "four wheeling" experience necessary... most of the roads we'll travel are unpaved, but generally not particularly rough).
We're looking at adding a more black and white focused workshop January 10-15, 2024. Our adventure series workshop to Death Valley is scheduled for March 10-15, 2024.
GIUSEPPE GRECO 2008
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When it rains heavily, water drips through the ceiling.
Interparking Marktgarage Geleen (The Netherlands)
This winged lion represents Saint Mark the Evangelist, patron of Venice, in the statue outside of the Venetian resort in Las Vegas. As the sky darkened it was turning very strange shades of purplish blue. Here's a companion photo taken earlier that same day: flic.kr/p/2ozEYV6.
Luckily, this has actually never happened. We have had a couple of inches in the basement though when pipe broke one time. Good times…
When my daughter was young, I went crazy buying porcelain dolls for her room that we displayed on a shelf... I have them all, nobody wants them...
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When I design something, I usually send it to Jamie to get feedback and to make sure that I haven't made any glaring mistakes. In this case his response was simply "It's true." to which I responded "Have we met? Hi, I'm Bridget, and I do not require schooling on nerds."
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This is what we woke up to on the day before we came home - it rained so hard that the pool overflowed.
“When photographing women, we have three paths: photograph them with the "male gaze” ; photograph them as "photographer eyes” and photograph them as "poet feeling”. I always try to be the three ...” by Old Roger