Archive for August, 2017

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Saturday, August 12th, 2017

birding: balancing sound of beach, waves, and seagulls Hola, samba moves! advancing water shrinking protective coastlines back to beginning? © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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Saturday, August 12th, 2017

unloved surprise eggs: bacteria festival shared piggyback ride desire for meaning tattoos: ancient adornments life and art are one © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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Friday, August 11th, 2017

making new contacts: walking on a busy street gazing at smartphone twinkling fireflies magical lighting spirit – fiery chemistry! © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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Friday, August 11th, 2017

mass killing virus: starfish’s superpower lost self destruct command festival of one: united in paradise atom to atom © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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Friday, August 11th, 2017

new social frontiers America’s new venture – gestalt therapy huffing and puffing luxurious vacations – rooster in hen house © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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Thursday, August 10th, 2017

witches brewery: cyanobacteria oldest form of life diverse abundance precious, thoughtful alone time – artistic venture © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

SORRY / WORRY

Thursday, August 10th, 2017

SORRY / WORRY Sorry and worry seem to connect For a sorry in your heart It’s never too late But for a sorry on your lips It might be So, don’t worry about a sorry The sorry in your heart Takes out the worry © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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Wednesday, August 9th, 2017

fire and ashes magma cooking: fruitful land vegans paradise! something fishy here slurping voluptuous mouth intricate fishnets © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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Wednesday, August 9th, 2017

excited photon overstepping boundaries – Festival of Lights! gastric acid cells real acidification – sour cat in the house © 2017 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

DOWNHILL / UPHILL

Wednesday, August 9th, 2017

DOWNHILL / UPHILL I’m reading the news My head starts spinning No wonder why I didn’t fit in I’m just too nice for these times You may see me as timid I look at myself as being decent But that does not get me anywhere It puts me on the back bench, sideline, or whatever […]