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Heute musste ein Spaziergang sein,damit die Gans und der fette Braten nicht auf dumme Gedanken kommt und an mir hängen bleibt!
I think they are eurasian oystercatcher's , it was lovely watching them speeding just above the water , I imagine they have worked out the exact distance to be apart to minimize wind drag
This is a view of the Seattle skyline after a series of storms fiercely roiled above the city off and on throughout the day.
Seattle, in Spring, is one of those cities when almost every type of weather imaginable is listed -- and SERVED -- on the menu from hour to hour, or every 30 minutes. Take a sip of your drink as I set the scene for you.
You are figuratively sitting at the table, wholeheartedly curious to see what will be featured in the next course because Chef Mother Nature is bringing out her very best today: high winds and drizzle, some "shy-and-goodbye" sunshine, a feast of tempest teasers, more "peek-a-boo" sunshine, a feisty storm and sun combo with a side of rainbow delight, etc. Sometimes you want your taste buds to get accustomed to the new flavors, but often, you don't have time because the next meal has just been prepared for your consumption. The Chef does not care if you haven't had time to acclimate. This is her show.
You get the picture...well, you literally are about to now!
After all the different meals, you are stuffed. However, though your hunger has been overwhelmingly satiated, and your palate has experienced a multitude of spices and seasonings, you know you need to end the meal with an appetizing, gooey, decadent dessert. (Plus, you know it's coming after that fiesta of diverse foods). On this day, we were treated to an intriguing mix of orange and peach skies with smooth breezes above the bay to close the day. Scrumptious, sweet, and delicious, yes?
Alas, I hope you enjoyed our dessert. I know I did.
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It has been a while since I've uploaded something from Rizal. I remember this particular day being very wind, with lots of cloud movement and so I decided to throw on the 10 stopper and let the sunset color kind of ooze into the scene.
The weather was non too welcoming for our return trip to the standing stones. Salisbury Plain is infamous for the freezing winds that whip across it in winter time and that was the case on this day.
On top of this, storm clouds were gathering, but I struck it lucky after a long, cold wait when the sun broke through for a few seconds and lit up the stones so beautifully.
Stonehenge is a prehistoric monument in Wiltshire, England. It consists of a ring of standing stones, with each standing stone weighing around 25 tons. The stones are set within earthworks in the middle of the most dense complex of Neolithic and Bronze Age monuments in England, including several hundred burial mounds.
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The wind swept landscape of Beluga Point. This is an older picture from a few years ago. I really liked this one because of how the wind has blown the snow away creating leading lines in the direction of the gorgeous sunrise.
As much as the reds and golds of New England's autumn forests, there's something in the cold north wind off the frothing seas of the North Carolina coast that says winter is coming.
I feel it, I hear it. The wind.
It rushes on me, pushes and presses on me.
It swirls around me in a whirlwind.
Making me fly or bowling me over.
It’s music to my ears or deadly for my fears.
Softly refreshing or scarily shrieking.
Spirits, soothing and lifting on hot days.
Black ghosts, cold and grabbing by night
It’s ugly and angry in a terrible tempest.
But, so teasing in a beauty’s wild hair nest
It’s blowing now in my mind,
My dreamcatcher dancing to a tune.
So strong the wind is spinning my cogs
In a great windmill with sails that speed
In the breeze, the gale, the storm and more
This romance with the wind……..
fast, slow, good, bad, strong and powerful
Influences how I flow, and go, and even blow
The wind gives me wings to fly and to flee
And forever to dream and wonder what might be.
PS. I was crap at poetry at school. 50 years later not much has changed! More random thoughts! But it doesn't matter. Not many people will read it!
The world asks us to keep moving.
To answer every notification, meet every expectation, and hurry toward whatever comes next.
Yet every now and then, life offers an unplanned interruption.
A breath.
A gust of wind.
A moment with closed eyes while the crowd continues around us.
Nothing about the scene changes, yet everything feels different. We remember that peace is rarely found by escaping the world. More often, it is discovered in learning to stand quietly within it.
Perhaps contentment is not another destination to reach.
Perhaps it is simply recognizing the grace already present in the ordinary.
Windmills at Livermore
Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not and what beyond is in eternity.
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