Vital joy by Vicente_Concha

Summer Carnival Parade Mazarron 2014. Ballerina of “Sueños de Papel” of Totana

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Vampich virgin by Vahlenkamp

Then he kissed her. At his lips touch, she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Drizzling dusk by Vahlenkamp

The darkness was about to descend, while a light drizzle descended. A perfect ending to a long sunny day.

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Irrigated ignition by Vahlenkamp

Who has never irrigated some plants? The sound of the water emanating from the nozzle. The droplets that sparkle in the air. The smell of the flowers which is enhanced. The tranquility of the moment and the sight of life that is growing. A simple but valuable enjoyment.

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Flourishing fly by Vahlenkamp

Flowers flies or hover flies as they are also called, is a species-rich family with over 6,000 known species. These insects have many different rich colors and patterns. Many mimic bees and wasps, which gives them protection against, inter alia, birds.
This here found itself at home in the afternoon sun on a sunflower. A flower that they obviously like very much. No wonder, since it for the fly, is as big as a supermarket is for us.
It got virtually the entire store for itself. Well, it was not alone for long. Eventually some fellow species came visiting.

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Camille cracker by Vahlenkamp

Just a minute remaining. A few seconds. I suck to me the power of the last rays of sun. Before darkness and silence descends.

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Sober sundown by Vahlenkamp

Hurry now beloved, hurry to love.
The days darken minute by minute.
Ignition our lights. The night is approaching. Soon the thriving summer will end.

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Mountain momentum by Vahlenkamp

These small mountain flowers I found on a trip in Norefjell (a high mountain area). They stood only a few meters away a large snowbank at 1150 meters altitude. Here far above where trees grow, where winters are extremely long, and summer are correspondingly short, these small plants are waiting patiently for the sun and heat. When it finally comes, they rise quickly up and show their beauty.

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Dandelion dormitory by Vahlenkamp

As night approaches, the dandelion closes its flower’s petals. It’s as if the plant says; That’s enough for today. Now I need calm. I will take care of my energy, my precious nectar and my pollen seed until the next day. When the sun again comes back, you can also come back. And I will show myself from my best side.

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Foxglove flirt by Vahlenkamp

Because hairs on their speckled daybeds baffle the little bees,
foxgloves come out to advertise for rich bumbling hummers,
who crawl into their tunnels-of-delight with drunken ease
(see Darwin’s chapters on his foxglove summers)
plunging over heckles caked with sex-appealing stuff
to sip from every hooker its intoxicating liquor
and stop it propagating in a corner with itself.

And this is how the foxflower keeps its sex life in order.
Two anthers—adolescent, in a hurry to dehisce—
let fly too soon, so pollen lies in drifts around the floor.
Along swims bumbler bee and makes an undercoat of this,
reverses, exits, lets it fall by accident next door.
So ripeness climbs the bells of Digitalis, flower by flower,
undistracted by a Mind, or a Design, or by desire.
BY ANNE STEVENSON

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