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The Tisa River, Zrenjanin, Vojvodina, Serbia
SAMOĆA by Mika Antić
Svoju snagu prepoznaceš po tome
koliko si u stanju
da izdržiš samoću.
Dzinovske zvezde samuju
na ivicama svemira.
Sitne i zbunjene
sabijaju se u galaksije.
Seme sekvoje bira čistine
sa mnogo sunca, uragana i vazduha.
Seme paprati zavlači se u prašume.
Orao nikada nije imao potrebu
da se upozna sa nekim drugim orlom.
Mravi su izmislili narode.
Svoju snagu prepoznaćeš po tome
koliko si u stanju
da prebrodiš trenutak
jer trenutak je tezi
i strašniji i duži
od vremena i večnosti.
Spotted this gigantic tree along the HuandaoLu of Xiamen Island.
Don't know what is its name and how old it is, but just impressed by its size and its shape. It's AWESOME!
(Since the earthquake near Taiwan on 26.12.2006, this is the first time I'm able to visit this site and view my own picutures.)
Happy New Year to all of you. May year 2007 bring good luck, peace and happiness to our world.
Winter trees are so beautiful. This one is along a busy road, and it has only been on a Sunday morning that I have dared stop to take some pics. There was a nice pre-sunrise sky, which quickly went.
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It's been a few warm days lately. So when the cold came back, the snow and tree branches crytalized giving a fantastic light effect. Because of the strong light I had to make a HDR out of it to catch some of the magic.
View the picture in its original size and see for yourself.
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Tony was born in Bohemia in 1873. He was a very capable entrepreneur and politician in the USA. In 1931 he was elected mayor of Chicago. He got to Al Capone jail!! The assassination of the US President Rooswelt was hit by a shot. He died of the wounds in Miami on March 6, 1933. He was Czech, who was grateful to America. He was grateful for her democracy and a decent standard of living. He wanted America better without a mafia. The shot from an idiot from Italy (Giuseppe Zangara) interrupted his dreams. Forever!
Buttermere Tree
A wee trip to Buttermere on Saturday evening, not a lot of colour in the sky, but a touch of mood.
Deep in the Forest, this golden beech tree stood out like a beacon. I love the way the vertical lines of other trees intersect it.
A dead tree near the footpath that runs beside Little Moreton Hall, Cheshire.
Although if you stare at it long enough (as in trying to get the contrast right) then more and more , it feels as if most of the branches are pointing south! ......, Toward the Black Country ! 😀😊
This tree has a beautiful crown. Has been longing to shoot it and found this corner in Endau, with a building just behind it to contrast against the tree crown.
A troll is a class of being described in Norse and Scandinavian mythology and folklore. They dwell in isolated areas in trees, rocks, mountains or caves.
This photography depicts the curious and interesting marking and carvings on the trunk of the tree exactly as they were seen in their natural state.
Khwai River
Okavango Delta
Botswana
IMG_9698.3 - 250mm
Image made in Forest Park with my Nikon F100, on the day that Katie and I met Ruthie for the first time.
I've been missing the colour green, now that I live amidst so much turquoise and gold. Not that there is anything wrong with turquoise and gold - far from it, but what with winter and everything, I've begun to have a hankering for trees.
Looking forward to see what this fine (if ultra-relaxed) specimen gets up to as the Spring comes on!
I've noticed Mistletoe growing increasingly in UK trees, so I read up about it and learnt that it's due in part to an influx of continental blackcaps from Germany that have started overwintering in Britain, with many thousands now spending their winters here.
'Blackcaps are migratory warblers that are becoming regular winter visitors to our bird tables. Berries, including those of mistletoe, are an essential part of their diet. On eating the white flesh of the mistletoe berry, the birds wipe their bills on twigs and branches, leaving behind the seed. If the seed is deposited on a host tree and manages to take hold, a mistletoe plant might germinate on the branch. It seems that blackcaps are more efficient at spreading mistletoe seeds than other birds, such as the mistle thrush, which also feed on the berries.' - www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/blog/2018/12/where-does-mistleto....
'According to the Anglo-Saxons, kissing under the mistletoe was connected to the legend of Freya, Norse Goddess of love, beauty and fertility. According to legend, a man had to kiss any young girl who, without realizing it, found herself accidentally under a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.' www.thewhitegoddess.co.uk/articles/mythology_folklore/mis....
Mike Oldfield ~ Incantations Part Four
Revisited a concept I have worked with before to generate an image for Me Again Monday - thinking this would fit with the wilderness theme. I am also entering it as 32 of 115 made of wood.
This great looking tree is just off the B1416 in the NY Moors and easily visible from the road, if you're driving very slowly whilst stalking the trees on the moor as I was doing!
I just loved the shape...plus the tree within the tree ;-)
J aime beaucoup cette chanson de
** Tina Arena **
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J'ai tant caché mes différences
Sous des airs ou des faux semblants
J'ai cru que d'autres pas de danses
Me cacheraient aux yeux des gens
Je n'ai jamais suivi vos routes
J'ai voulu tracer mon chemin
Pour aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Ou l'on oublie ses souvenirs
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Se rapprocher de l'avenir
J'ai perdu tant de fois la trace
Des rêves pour lesquels je vivais
Je n'ai pas su te dire je t'aime
Seulement te garder
Il faut aussi dire ses doutes
Et les poser dans d'autres mains
Pour aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et dessiner des souvenirs
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et croire encore à l'avenir
Pour aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et dessiner des souvenirs
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et croire encore à l'avenir
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Se rapprocher de l'avenir.
As I hid my differences
Air or under false pretenses
I thought that others do not dance
Me hiding in the eyes of people
I have never followed your route
I wanted to trace my way
To go higher, go higher
Or we forget memories
Jump higher, go higher
Move towards the future
I lost both times the trace
Dreams where I lived
I have not been able to tell you I love you
Only you keep
It must also be doubts
And ask them in other hands
To go higher, go higher
And draw memories
Jump higher, go higher
And believe in the future
To go higher, go higher
And draw memories
Jump higher, go higher
And believe in the future
Jump higher, go higher
Move towards the future.
Domi
A quick snap that I took whilst walking around the grounds and gardens of Brodsworth Hall, Doncaster, with my family. I liked the way the path curves off into the distance and how the trees become less visible the further away they are, giving a sense of depth and perspective.
I thought this was a lovely scene and hope to return further into the Autumn and then the Spring and Summer in order to capture the changing seasons.