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Une silhouette anonyme contemple une croix colorée … entre ombre et lumière, le regard devient miroir de nos goûts.
Car face à l’art, chacun y voit ce qu’il veut, ce qu’il peut, ou ce qu’il ressent 🤔
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An anonymous silhouette gazes at a colorful cross … between shadow and light, the viewer becomes a mirror of taste.
In art, everyone sees what they wish, what they can, or what they feel 🤔
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Screaming Sky Gallery, Portland USA
February 24th thru March 27th
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Back when i was young, there was an operating andesite quarry on the east hills of the Karancs, in North-Hungary. The quarry was opened in 1973 and closed down in the 90ies.
This photo was taken 2 weeks ago from the top edge of the precipice, you can see the range of the Mátra in the background.
I was fascinated the bright hem of the coulds, it made the view even more unearthly for a few minutes.
This is the color version of one of the images from my black and white series 'Into The Cypress Swamps' that won me the overall title in the Travel Photographer of the Year competition a few months ago.
This one also has a more panoramic look, which was not possible for the bw version as that one was part of a series. It’s my favorite shot of the series, clearly because I’m in it. And the light isn’t too bad either.
The image was shot with a remote control - the camera was on a tripod that I carefully positioned in the water.
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If you would to see this amazing scenery yourself - we have set up the world's first Cypress Swamps photo tour to Louisiana and Texas. The 2016 tour is already fully booked, and there are only 6 spaces left on our three 2017 tours. If you're interested, don't hesitate and reserve your spot here: www.squiver.com
This is a unique photo adventure (until the usual suspects start copying us again) that will result in unique images. We will take you to the best spots and give you tons of tips on how to get the best results. And on how to prevent you from unwillingly donating your camera gear to the swamp gods - proper kayak technique! I know you’re interested, so why not have a look at the tour brochure here: ow.ly/R5fl1003dHi
Looking forward to paddling with you!
Marsel
©2016 Marsel van Oosten, All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without the explicit written permission of the photographer.
I bet you thought I was going to finish with “start to fall…”. I do love that song especially covered by Eva Cassidy. But I did actually mean leaves as in left but is leaving now… And when Autumn leaves – I get sad. Autumn is like a soothing balm to my spirit, a time when my already sensitive soul is even more sensitive, more contemplative and more raw. Autumn is the beginning of a goodbye. Winter IS the goodbye. And just like life, when you know your about to lose someone or if you are one of those people who strive to live as if every day were their last, you make some beautiful memories. It’s as if a loved one were told that they had cancer and that the time you had with them was suddenly shortened into months. Every moment you spend with that person will be in the moment. At present. The emotions will feel stronger, fuller and more substantial because you are reminded that these moments though precious are fleeting.
I lost someone precious, someone so dear to my heart that the absence of this person is a crushing weight on my soul, every day a reminder of the loneliness I grieve in her void. I lost my sister. And I lost her in the Winter.
Every time Autumn comes around I am stunned by the rich colors, vibrant and passionate palettes of gold hues, fiery oranges, provocative reds. I don’t just notice it, I live in it, I revel in it’s beauty. I embrace the color with my whole soul. When I drive pass a lineup of red maples dancing in dappled light along the street, something stirs in my spirit. A deep, deep connection. I am touched. I am moved. A yearning, a smile, even tears take place. And it’s inevitable, I think of Rebekah.
I can’t help it. I associate my beautiful sister to Autumn. She was diagnosed with cancer in the fall and began treatments for it in the late fall. Just like the leaves changing and the chemical process that takes place, my sister would lose part of herself in the rigorous rounds of chemo and radiation. Behind the beautiful colors of the changing leaves a process is happening: the chlorophyll is breaking down. The amazing chemical that drinks in the sunlight all year to give the leaves that green color of life shuts down. But in the death of the chemical and the energy it gave, something incredible happens. The leaves turn even more glorious than before. In their last days of life they are the most beautiful they will ever be.
In Rebekah’s hardest days she was most beautiful. She showed passion, vibrancy, a determined will to live life fully. She was strong. She was brave, so very much braver than I will ever be. She was young. She was diagnosed with cancer at 17, the year before she would embark on the adventure of adulthood.
The Autumn of 2010 ended like every other Autumn does every year, the cold set, the chill arrived. And so did bad news. The leukemia that was attacking my sister’s blood was back and it was too aggressive to be stopped. Every trial, transplant and round of chemo that could be done had been done. The Autumn ended with news that my sister had a few weeks to live. Autumn passed and my sister followed gracefully on December 29th, 2010.
Her whole life was glorious, but it was the ending that showed every element of color in her life, every aspect of her character, her faith and her love. For those she loved, she loved deeply.
The cold is fast approaching, the color is gone when I look out my window… I hear the beautiful song in my mind but I feel Rebekah everywhere.
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if you made it this far thank you for taking the time to
read my thoughts. This is from my blog a year or so ago. I had Rebekah on my mind tonight and when I walked this very path a few weeks ago. It seemed so very appropriate as I watched the last few leaves on the bare branches surrounding my house, flutter to the ground. I always feel a sense of sadness watching the end of Autumn and this explains why... Thank you for listening to my ramblings as always xx
Rachel
The wind was lifting up the clouds of steam from the valley that the storm earlier had caused, while the last rays of the setting sun colored the hat of the nearby peak. At the same time the junipers, located on the lake shores, were waiting still submerged for spring to free them up from the dead grip of the thick and heavy snow.
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p.s. The remaining of the ice submerged into the lake and the junipers trapped under the water were solid enough to withstand normal human weight without yielding. The cracking sounds of slow melting ice and the bubbles popping-up on the surface from time to time reminded me not to force my luck too much and go any further.
When I visit one of my favorite coffee houses and I'm in the mood for something scrumptious, reliable and most importantly... satisfying, I always go for a Classic Clubhouse Sandwich with Chips. There's just something so simple and timeless about how it tastes and the experience I get every time; it tastes like Old Americana and Memories, if a sandwich could even embody such. High standards for a sandwich to live up to right? But for me, a Clubhouse just hits the spot.
Find the Classic Club Sandwich at Kustom9 this April starting the 15th, Second Life time. Enjoy!
Greenfinch (Chloris chloris) aka the European greenfinch
Ben Lora Cafe - Scotland
Many thanks as always to everyone who passes by to view my photos and particularly to those who take the time to comment on or fave them. It is very much appreciated and welcome.
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When I visited this old dolmen at Kilclooney I managed to smash my phonecamera. My brother (he of the quick wit) told me it was the spirits of the dolmen getting their own back on me for disturbing their peace by taking photos.
I’m still getting the hang of the new R6. I couldn’t imagine taking night photos as clean as this with the old EOS T7 Rebel.
Banded Rail (Rallus phillipensis )
I know I probably bore people with endless images of these birds but wish only to highlight peoples awareness of them as a declining species,due in part to local councils who will not stop developing areas where Rail and other rare birds live. This ,results in increased human pressure and better access for predators.Apathy and ignorance is the biggest killer of our native species...
Worth its own weight in gold, this bird fossicks in the lovely late evening light,when they are most active...
A bottle of beer, a glass of wine or a shot of whiskey? No go for the liquid gold - cider.
Drinking alcohol can be a great pleasure, but you have to know when you are "too relaxed".
The drinkers paradox: Unfortunately the difference between "mellow, relaxed" and a "gibbering idiot" can be slim. So when the room starts to blur you know its too late - or you would if it wasn't already too late.
Even seasoned drinkers can get caught out. Take care.
Don't know if I posted this one. I know I posted a few before I misplaced it. When you start to tidy up it's amazing what turns up!
[Helen Stellar - IO]
sometimes when I go for a walk it feels as if I was walking among the ruins of my own life. fragments of the past, images, smells. reminding me what is left.
One of the practical rules of old age is to never pass up a bathroom without putting it to good use. This also applies to high plains drifters who always appreciate a weathered outhouse on a vast empty prairie. Bring your own TP.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished in Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
Mount Assiniboine Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada.
Back to stitching a few shifts of the 24mm T/S-E. I'm liking the square format again, and, of course, the higher rez.
In a world where power crackles in the air and tension smoulders beneath the surface, one moment can ignite everything.
Captured in the split-second between calm and chaos —
Magic? Mayhem? Or just the beginning?
When I had spotted them from above I was not sure if she was homeless and finding a spot away from people or not. When I came by later on my walk and spoke with her she said she gets that a lot. It was just a favorite quiet place to enjoy the sunset. She said when the road is not blocked off, cars and all sorts of folks gather down at the waters edge.
Lee had recently graduated from college and had an online graduation ceremony in 2020. A very different experience and one it sounds she did not enjoy so much after devoting so much time into her degree.
Her dog, Chloe, works as an emotional support dog for one of the local elementary schools. She was protective of Lee, but put at ease when Lee called her back. A gentle big dog.
This is my 74th submission to the Human Family Group. To view more street portraits and stories visit The Human Family
“How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?
You cannot get a grip on blue."
Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d'Art by Christopher Moore
Hola!
Solo les quiero recomendar una cancion.. un tema hermoso q me trae uff.. por los aires xDDD
David Guetta Ft. Kelly Rowland
- When Love Takes Over
seguro ya estara sonando en alguno q otro antro :DDD!!! sino maten a los dj's U_U xD!
Conoceran a David Guetta, esta mezcla con Kelly woow, no paro de escucharla desde hace dias xD
El diseño es muy sencillo... lo hice mientras tenia un ataque con esa cancion y la escuche una y otra y otra y otra vez xDD
me voy, les dejare el link del video, y el link para que descarguen la cancion en 320kbps por si les agrada...
Insisto, se las recomiendo al 100%
Gracias, muchas gracias por sus comentarios y Mps, no se como agradecerles pes :D!
Ando dandole promo a Kelly xDDDDDDD
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Link del Video
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zudbz4hOcbc
Link Mp3 320kbps
My 26 year old Green Wing Macaw. Huey is definitely not a name I would have chosen for her.
We got her when she was about a year old and she was already named. Then we had a DNA test done to find out her sex and it turned out she was female.
But she already knew her name so we just left it at that.
I am not an advocate for having these animals as pets or for people breeding them. In my opinion, they should remain in their natural habitats.
But Phil fell in love with her where she had lived for the first year of her life which was a local Grange Co-op here and he eventually talked me into us buying her and she became a part of our family.
She has it really good here with a very large outdoor aviary where she spends the majority of her time. She is pretty entertained seeing all kinds of wild birds and animals from her favorite vantage point in her aviary. Then I have various perches for her in different places so she can be with me and whomever else is around. But she seems to like her aviary the best.
Anyway, it would not be easy having a large parrot like this without the set up I have here for her and I would never advise anyone to have one of these birds as a pet. She will long outlive me and my oldest daughter will take over for her after I am gone.
She will likely outlive my oldest daughter, too, so my daughter knows that she will need to make arrangements for someone else to take her after my daughter is gone.
They are very smart and very social animals. Huey fortunately has always had a very good life here and has never fallen into some of the neurotic behaviors that some captive birds take on, like feather plucking, screaming or biting. She is always treated respectfully, given affection, fed well and treated like part of the family.
So many birds like this end up in rescue situations because their owners lose interest in them or get old and die or just can't care for them anymore. Or some just decide they no longer want the bird. I feel sad for those birds. They don't ask for that.
Most people don't really realize how long these birds live or how important a social environment is for them.
Anyway, long story. Sorry. you're a good contact if you read all the way to the end here :-)
I just came across this photo I took of her on one of her outdoor perches and decided to share with you.