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"break through the fog of reality"

the rules of the game are simple - choose a photo (preferably your own), edit with gimp and tag #sundaygimp on a Sunday 😉 
 and follow the tag


#sundaygimp


(and also #Sunday-photo-edit )

Note: if you do not use gimp, but still want to play along, just use the tag #Sunday-photo-edit and edit the images with your favorite image editor

#AB, #AB25, #AB-11-25, #AB-SG, #AB-16-11-25, #gimp, #gmic, #Sundaygimp, #Kunst, #art, #Bildbearbeitung, #Bildmanipulation, #Tristesse-City, #Tristess, #Tristesse, #Tristessensammlung, #sur la route, #RealitÀt, #Alltag, #Nebel, #Reality, #Everyday life, #Fog, #Réalité, #Quotidien, #Brouillard, #manipulation-de-photos, #image-editing, #retouche-d-image, #photo, #Foto, #myphoto, #mywork


â‰Ș FĂŒtterung der “Moorkatzen” ≫


Heute waren insgesamt 4œ hungrige MĂ€uler an den »NĂ€pfen« und sie waren mit drei Dosen Katzenfutter zufrieden 😀

(Bildbeschreibung: Die Moorkatzen beim Fressen.)

#photography #fotografie #foto #photo #postprocessed #myphoto #mywork #ownwork #nature #natur #umwelt #katzen #cats #moorkatzen #caturday #CatsOfDiaspora


â‰Ș Schönheit am Wegesrand ≫


_(Bildbeschreibung: Nahaufnahme eines GĂ€nseblĂŒmchens auf einer Wiese.)_

#photography #fotografie #foto #photo #postprocessed #myphoto #mywork #ownwork #nature #natur #umwelt #bloomscrolling


Une chouette fresque (rouleau et pinceau) dans la rue FondÚre à SÚte (à 30 m de mon appart). Bien-sûr il y en a plein la rue de Tunis à quelques mÚtres mais celle-ci est vraiment prometteuse. C'est l'artiste sétois "Maye" qui la dessine gratuitement (si, si !)
https://www.midilibre.fr/2025/10/23/cest-un-honneur-pour-moi-de-peindre-ici-la-nouvelle-fresque-de-lartiste-maye-voit-le-jour-rue-fondere-a-sete-13007654.php
#photo
#myphoto
#streetart
#sete
#occitanie


Alleycat in Amber Light.
(To the ginger friend I met today) đŸ˜»đŸ˜ž

In my town - chilly and winding ways,
Where cobblestones remember days,
I met a cat, all sun and flame,
And though unnamed, he knew no shame.

He sprawled with ease on concrete bed,
A golden crown upon his head.
With half-closed eyes and knowing grin,
As if the world belonged to him.

His stripes, like stories - a true eye-saint.
Across his sides - a living tan.
A little king, without a throne,
Who live in that alley, he had grown.

No leash, no fence, no need to roam—
The city's heart had made him home.
And though our paths were worlds apart,
He purred his way into my heart.

So here’s to cats who walk alone,
Yet make the strangest place feel known.
A fleeting friend, a gentle trace—
A quiet soul in a noisy place.

TsL. 25
#myphoto #mypoems

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