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I think I have good news.


Bruno San Filippo – Piano Textures 2 -


“We come into this world alone, we are born alone, and we die alone.” I think many of you have heard this. Probably say it, too.


That isn’t the good news.


The good news is that I am convinced it is wrong; dead wrong, so to speak.


In order to be successfully born you were not alone: you were with your Mother (even cloned things have to be placed in a womb). Even if your Mother died as you were emerging from her womb, some other human being had to come along quickly and care for you. Otherwise you would quickly die. Period. You are not born alone.


(Go away with the Tarzan shit. If any other mammal got there first, they’d either ignore you or eat you.)


So, I don't see how it is possible: we are not born alone.


Living alone: I know most of very social, very communal humans don’t like being alone in this life.

Isolation, alienation, aloneness, expulsion from the group, not being touched as a baby, stranded and unvisited in a nursing home, solitary confinement leads us to madness. (Humans don’t do alone very well at all.)


So for me, there is no reason to believe that I (or "we") will pass to the next stage (we call it death) alone. Perhaps, (and I can dream as much as the next person) all of my ancestors are there: all of ours; all the way back to the one. (The Universe is a big place, I think there’s more than enough room for all of us that ever were, and ever will be.)


So, sometimes I lay – oh so lazily - on my back, near some water, and I look at the clouds, the sky, the stars, the moon, the birds and the sun and seek to feel my place in the Universe; our human place.


In doing so I can feel - or it feels as if I am feeling - a connection to all of those who passed before; they are there, arms open, hands up, waiting and welcoming. I can feel them. And I am in awe and and wonderfully comforted.


Ain’t no religion in this: just thinkin’, just feelin’, just taking pictures, wonderin’ and in wonder.


(Note: I don’t play music when I’m outside, in the world, out of the house. When I wander about, or fish, or capture images, I like the natural sounds of the world that I hear. But if I did have music, it would be like the one I chose to go with this.)


Challenge #3 – “Cloud,” called by RavenSpiritImages (aka "Ma'am" as it were) -


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Clouds hovering over lighthouse.

Clouds reflected at the Snake River in Wyoming.

Explore#377 06/14/09

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the cloud is bustin down the fence to set himself was amazing to see the cloud taking down the fence line...

Taken a minute or less after take off from our little airport which does take international flights from Australia. The sun had just risen but was lost as we entered the cloud a few seconds after this.

Hope you have a good Wednesday and comments are much appreciated.

spotted along the shores of Vermilion lake, Banff, Canada. ... I often find the little landscapes as lovely as the wide open vistas. the fragile beauty of these flowers was set off so well by the reflected clouds


Another photo exploring some of the details in Vermilion lakes



~Photo by Musqiue Gable


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I see trees of green........ red roses too

I see 'em bloom..... for me and for you

And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.


I see skies of blue..... clouds of white

Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights

And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.


The colors of a pretty the sky

Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by

I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do

They're really sayin......I love you.


I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow

They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know

And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

Not every rainbow has a pot of gold at the end, some just have a cloud!

Looking towards the Dublin Mountains from the Dodder valley



Superstition Mountain, Arizona

Winter 2017


The Flatiron section of the Superstition Mountains is at an elevation of 4860 ft / 1481 m. If you click the image and zoom in, you'll see a number of Saguaro cacti. The Saguaro range from 12 ft / 4 m to 20 ft / 7 m in height.

Jeder Wolkendunst unserer Jugend, der sich harmlos zu verziehen schien, kommt irgendwann einmal als Gewitter wieder.


Arthur Schnitzler



Polaroid Softtone Spectra Image, taken in summer 2011 with a Polaroid Spectra Camera.

Been a bit busy to process anything today. My brother is staying and we watched a DVD of Boston robbers. So, one from a month ago when there were interesting clouds one day.

Full colour image of low cloud moving rapidly up the bay.

A fascinating white cloud reflection in the glass facade of a Hawaiian beach hotel emphasizes its balconies, railings and furnishings.

where the clouds come from

Photographing long exposure at the beach when the weather is rainy.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky

- Tagore-

Clouds over the Howgills now part of the Yorkshire Dales

The morning rain and cloud slowly lifting off Llechog summit above the Llanberis pass. Part of the Snowdon mountain railway can be seen climbing the ridge just behind the summit.

Beautiful clouds, a must do capture...

Shapeshifting Clouds by Carol Cottrell… The clouds were spectacular this day in Elk Island, National Park. Nothing unusual, though, as Alberta is known for its big sky and awesome clouds. I tried to do this in color, a beautiful deep blue that day, but something I couldn't put my finger on was missing… When I converted this to monochrome, I immediately realized the problem. It wasn't the vibrant shades of blue that I had at first been loving. It was the various shapes and lines of the clouds and in the sky. So even though I had first witnessed the sky in dynamic color, that is not what had initially drawn me in… All images :copyright: / copyright Carol Cottrell. All rights reserved.


Low-hanging clouds hovering over Bonbon Beach and sandbar in Romblon town, Romblon.

One of the many names for the highest peak in the Canadian Rockies: Mt. Robson. Easy to see how it got this nickname. Like Denali, Mt. Robson generates it's own weather, covering it most of the time. Even so I like the mood and the way parts of it poked thru the clouds.


A few more pics of this special mountain in comments.


Thanks for taking a peak peek.

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