Photos, videos and docs of Dinesh, with the keywords: "Trees"

View of the Valley

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Mon, 30 Jan 2023 23:42:09 +0000

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Bamboos

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Thu, 02 Feb 2023 18:58:43 +0000

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Thanks to www.himalayanacademy.com

For these presentation and preservation

Trees

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Fri, 27 Aug 2021 23:31:53 +0000

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^ ^

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Tue, 02 Jul 2019 14:28:22 +0000

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So it is a curious thought how much of the sand on that pretty-looking Hawaiian white-sand beach actually came out of a parrotfish's digestive tract and how much of it is simply crushed shells and other material.

Hawaiian white sand beaches

For many people, powdery white-sand beaches are the ideal type of beach. White sand is mainly made up of calcareous, reef-derived material, such as crushed corals and shells. An example of a Hawaiian white-sand beach is Waimanalo Beach on Oahu.

www.to-hawaii.com/hawaiibeachsand.php

Sylva

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Thu, 26 Sep 2019 00:02:01 +0000

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Autumn

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Mon, 18 Nov 2019 23:12:01 +0000

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Snow day at New Jersey

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Wed, 15 Apr 2020 23:27:14 +0000

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Ground frost on a sunny Fall morning

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Mon, 15 Jun 2020 19:38:43 +0000

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Winter

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Mon, 29 Jun 2020 14:34:16 +0000

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Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
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~ "Snow Fairy" : Claude MeKay

Fate of Elm

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Mon, 31 Aug 2020 19:57:01 +0000

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If they are doomed and all that can be done
Should fail, if they must die and disappear
And we must see them dying one by one,
Summer and fall and winter, year by year
Until there comes a summer so bereft
That over river, meadow, pasture height
No last and solitary elm is left
Lifting its leafy wings as if for flight—

Let us not make our grief for them too great
And say we wished that we had gone before,
Making the fate of elms too much our fate,
Seeing the always less and not the more.
Though elms may die, not everything must die:
Not their green memory against our sky.

~ Fate of Elm ~ Robert Francis

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nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Thu, 12 Nov 2020 14:34:55 +0000

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nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Wed, 10 Mar 2021 22:45:13 +0000

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A tree....

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Tue, 16 Mar 2021 22:15:41 +0000

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...and the Californian sky

Positive phototropism

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Tue, 30 Mar 2021 16:58:03 +0000

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Ness Gardens

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:59:06 +0000

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Modern technology
Owes ecology
An apology.

~Alan M. Eddison

Green mountain

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:52:21 +0000

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You ask me why I live on Green Mountain ?
I smile in silence and the quiet mind.
Peach petals blow on mountain streams
To earths and skies beyond Humankind.

~ Li Po

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nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:05:07 +0000

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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Excerpt: "The Lake Isle of Innisfree' ~ W. B. Yeats

My November guest

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:40:03 +0000

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My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise

~ Robert Frost

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nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:22:03 +0000

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Simple Winterland
A World of one colour
Voices of the Wind

Bashõ

Dreams in the dusk

nobody@ipernity.com (Dinesh) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:54:09 +0000

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Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day's loss
Wrote in tears the heart's loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

Excerpt: "Dreams in the dusk" ~ C. Sandburg