First light
thirtysix.pics/we-dream-of-eden/
We Dream of Eden by Miffy O
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First light
thirtysix.pics/we-dream-of-eden/
Lighthouse Ridge in the green wind of May.
thirtysix.pics/rupture/
Credit has to go to steff177 for suggesting the use of a big stopper / long exposure to get motion - I just pressed the shutter .... www.flickr.com/photos/194939537@N07/
“Don’t go where I can’t follow!”
Shelob’s Lair, J.R.R. Tolkien
thirtysix.pics/the-lair/
Souls, bound and crossed.
thirtysix.pics/dance-of-discord/
Winter in the quarry.
thirtysix.pics/the-secret-pool/
Moments that show us mirages (or the world as it really is……).
thirtysix.pics/stardust-in-my-eyes/
Shine Bright.
thirtysix.pics/catching-diamonds/
The fragrance of newly felled pine lingering in my mind.
thirtysix.pics/final-barricade/
TV satellite dishes - rooftop stars & scars at dusk.
We choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.
thirtysix.pics/damascus-parabolic/
Yellow dress.
MacArthur Park - Richard Harris
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thirtysix.pics/macarthur-park/
Brighter than sunlight.
thirtysix.pics/laughter/
Landscape of graceful, poised maturity & trace of cloud.
thirtysix.pics/through-the-autumn-window/
Caer Caradoc underneath the purple rain …
thirtysix.pics/purple-rain/
Master potter Abdullo Narzullaev and brothers workshop - the sixth generation of hereditary dynasty of Narzullaev masters in Gijduvan along the Shokh Rokh (Royal Road).
thirtysix.pics/house-of-narzullaev/
Playing the age-old game of counting how many puffs are needed to blow away all the seeds ….
thirtysix.pics/tick-tock-dandelion-clock/
GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it… white shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise….
thirtysix.pics/silver-glass/
Exploring woodland paths with The Rangers.
thirtysix.pics/backstory/
“ Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And a tear on thy drooping brow….”.
W. B. Yeats 1865 – 1939
thirtysix.pics/the-falling-of-the-leaves/
