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A Sage Thrasher doles out advice from a hilltop near the Papalote Rancho Viejo campsite in Big Bend Ranch State Park, Presidio County, Texas.
With Tokyo Bay and the Rainbow Bridge in the background: Odaiba Statue of Liberty (1998), Minato City, Tokyo.
A Westie and a Schnauzer dressed like two Wise Guys and wearing sunglasses and suits
Prompt: An artwork of two dogs, one is a West Highland White Terrier and the other dog is a salt and pepper Schnauzer, dressed as mafia gangsters in pinstripe suits with white shirts and ties, wearing fedora hats and sunglasses and smoking cigars, Westie ears are perked up, against a dark background,
Digital Fine art was created using Sora AI and Photoshop
I started Dylan Sara's "Ink Naturally" early June. Life happens and I am just getting back to it. I began this spread when The class started. Today i had fun filling in with some of the many inks I made. So cool and surprising to see the pH modifiers in action. Dylan is kind, fun, inspiring and wise.
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
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Sukkot
Saggezza e buon senso si ottengono in tre modi:
primo con la riflessione, che è la cosa più nobile;
secondo attraverso l’imitazione, che è la cosa più semplice;
e terzo con l’esperienza, che è la cosa più amara di tutte.
Confucio
L'albero di una nave ormeggiata al porto di Trieste viene trasformata in un curioso percorso dai fenomeni della luce
#trieste #albero #pole #palo #reflection #riflessi #riflessioni #porto #dock #acqua #water #mare #sea #golfo #gulf
As I sat on the pier at Bodega Harbor watching several Common Loons fishing I was struck by their elegant & serene beauty & how very 'wise' they appeared to me!
This one swam up very close to us as if questioning our reason for being there aiming cameras at it!
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The wise old owl
Sat in an oak.
The more he saw,
The less he spoke.
The less he spoke,
The more he heard.
Why can't we be like
That wise old bird?
~unknown
Hello friends
thanks for all the sweet words for Toesi my Pride
much appreciated Thank you all
Have a nice Happy week ahead greetings all the animals on the farm
Caroline XXX
Call for trouble and trouble will come!
Boulevard Of Ghosts presents you an image from collection "Stills". A group of cinematic still photographs of existent and non existent movies. This particular image is from non existen noir crime story "Wise Guys".
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Today's story and sketch "by me" you see Slim Whipsum, the year is
1935 in Broken Drum Indiana. Slim is in the middle of the strangest
day of his life. Slim will never forget this day, and will have flash
backs of the day he spent with this very Wise Tree.
Slims day began like any other morning, he woke up showered
brushed his teeth, kissed his wife Malena goodbye, drove his new 1935
ford touring roadster to the Dimension Two Moon Pie Drive Thru, ordered
a cup of coffee and a Pecan Moon Pie, and as he was driving to his
job at Apes Electric, Slim bit into the moon pie and suddenly he was
no longer in Broken Drum but in another dimension, a strange and silent
haunting place next to a mumbling Spirit tree, that softly told Slim
he was in the place customers of the Dimension Two Moon Pie Shop
ended up when they forgot to tip Zooelda, the Gypsy Lady at the Drive
thru window, and that if he looked up he would see the Voodoo Doll Zooelda
made in his likeness with pins poking out of it, but he was lucky and
would only be here for 24 hours, soon he would be back in line at
Dimension two, and be sure not to forget to tip Zooelda or he could
become a Spirit Oak himself.
The Spirit Tree then explained to Slim he had committed the worst offence
a Gypsy Husband could do, he forgot Zooelda's birthday forty years ago
and was turned into a Spirit Oak. The two spent the next twenty four
hours talking about his 35 Ford and the annoying Flying Saucer that
kept buzzing overhead, and in the middle of a sentence Slim was back
third in line, digging in his wallet for a tenner, until next time
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Since the 1970’s, The Alan Parsons Project has been one of my favorite bands with one of their songs “Old and wise” being a personal favorite. With age, wisdom should occur…and for most it does. I always enjoy seeing wisdom in the animal kingdom, when experience has provided lessons learned, reflected in the flight-fight response…or lack of it. I am often reminded of my father saying “I’m too old for this shit” when the decision was made to hold his ground in the matter at hand.
Years ago, I was walking the sand roads of the Juniper Club in Central Florida when I spotted a Gopher Turtle up ahead in the road. Wanting to capture its image, I picked up my pace in its direction. Once noticed, the turtle quickly pivoted and started walking away in the opposite direction. I quickened my now awkward looking speed-walking pace a bit to close the gap.
To my surprise, it started running…I was surprised by its speed! I started jogging with side mounted lenses, water bottles and my spare camera flying in every direction. After a few minutes, I finally caught up with my prey, out of breath with my hands on my knees…we both looked pretty turtled-up as it peered out of its shell at me in fear. I backed away, it came out a bit, I took its picture and walked away.
Now fast forward to this fellow…who’s photo was taken on 13 October, 2023. A much larger, older and wiser turtle as when Rob spotted him up in the middle of the road ahead, he (or she as I do not intend to offend) had little to no noticeable reaction to two humans approaching. He posed perfectly…or as perfectly as a turtle can, and I captured this image. Rob and I then returned back on our way, leaving him be to go on his way.
The vast difference in reactions between the two turtles that I have photographed there makes me wonder if the wisdom in the second one is a reflection of other life experiences, or if it could be the same one from years ago…where we both have grown older and wiser…and “too old for this shit” to run!
Adventure before dementia!
A coastal oak tree in a protected reserve in San Diego County, California. HDR image with a glow effect for an ethereal feel. (reprocessed without watermarks and framing).
Barn owl fledgling waits anxiously in the tree for mom to return with dinner. Not easy for my F4 lens to get in the deepening twilight (handheld). This little guy was the only fledgling 'out' of the owl box permanently. He attempted to get back into the box with his siblings but couldn't maneuver it. (Explored 7/10/13 #114)
After southern Ontario's first big snowfall in almost 2 years, I got my winter clothes on and went out to search for something that would look good in front of the lens. As soon as I left the back door I was spotted three bucks in the tall grass enjoying the morning sunshine so I snapped a few shots and continued through the fresh snow. As I was wandering along one of the many paths this Great Horned Owl flew right over me, landed on a nearby tree, and just watched. When he landed, his back was towards me and I got a great view of how far an owl's head can rotate without the rest of their body moving at all. I made my way around the tree as quietly as I could until there was a nice clear shot from his frontside. I put my eye to the camera and the owl posed perfectly for me. It was a great early Christmas present and I walked away with a smile on my face.
The Great Horned Owl, also known as the Tiger Owl, is a large Owl native to the Americas. It is an adaptable bird with a vast range and is the most widely distributed true owl in the Americas. Owls have spectacular binocular vision allowing them to pinpoint prey and see in low light. The eyes of Great Horned Owls are nearly as large as those of humans and are immobile within their circular bone sockets. Instead of turning their eyes, they turn their heads. Therefore, their neck must be able to turn a full 270 degrees in order to see in other directions without moving its entire body. These birds hunt at night by waiting on a high perch and swooping down on prey.
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