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Pork pie wedding cakes !!!!

Surprised binners hasn't arrived after that ^^^^^^

It's rolling hills for me. They can be green and lovely, or sand dunes, but I can just look for ages...

and don't anyone pop up with blumming cheese layered wedding cakes!

Bumblebees, I think they’re brilliant.

I know i will be in the minority here. But i love wasps, watching and gearing them nibble at my fence on a hot day is great.

Basically though nature is beautiful.

Except ticks, they can get to ****.

We've got some nice roses (entirely through luck), the red ones are just beautiful and they smell really nice, too. 🙂

I like a nice tree, too. 🙂

My week last week was particularly shitty, it ended with a bang quite literally when my car caught fire.

Walking home after a crap day at work the sun was shining and there were two buzzards just circling high on the breeze, I stopped to watch them and it made me smile.

I guess my objects are birds of prey.

I like the answers so far, but people... post a nice pic too!

(It doesn't have to be yours; just something to illustrate your worthy entry!)

Posting pics on here has always been a dark art and too much faf.

Wind turbines.

Flowing water in nature, the sea also but that is both beautiful and frightening

Dogs and beaches.
Just to sit there watching the waves while stroking a dog just chills me right out.

Just being in the countryside works for me. Having grown up in the middle of it and now having lived in a city for 12 years I was already planning to move back out of the urban jungle before all of the current crap kicked off. Now I'm desperate to get out.

I got stung by a wasp the other day, screw those guys.

I'm a fan of romanesca broccoli and it's cool fractal-y-ness

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Nothing gives me as much joy as just getting outdoors on a fine day and Esther give me a great reason to get out there.

Rescued her nearly 2 years ago - she was locked in a bare room on her own, bare floors - she was completely hyper and destructive. I took her running later that same day, she took to it instantly. Just got to keep an eye out for little furry things...

Having grown up by the sea it has to be breaking waves for me personally

Riding on pine needles, I like the bit on the xc trail at Inners where you climb up through the trees. Total silence.

Or dappled afternoon sunlight on an autumnal day, like my family and I had on our walk up Laggan Hill near Crieff on Sunday.

Not mine but something like this.

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That's one thing that I discovered from mountain biking, trully experiencing the seasons. Be it the colours, light, weather or smells.

I've been going out on my bike before dawn the last few weekends, it's been lovely watching the sun rise and having the trails to myself.

Condensation running down a pint of cool (but not cold) ale on a table outside the Old Dungeon Ghyll Hotel after a walk round the Pikes on a sunny day.

I don’t have a picture to share but you can all see it can’t you?

Frosty mornings in the woods... be it on a bike, walking or running. Just the silence and the smell of the cold air is calmness itself

(At the risk of invoking Finbarr)

I thought almost exactly that, one day lying under a plum tree circa a 1996. I jotted the thought down somewhere in the hope of reminding me that I can often get lost in analysis/judgement/theorising etc etc. In fact I do, nearly all of the time. The note is long lost now, but to paraphrase: ‘As a scientist I might examine the plum, scrape the bloom, peel the skin, split the stone, measure the chemical compounds in the juice, synthesise the flavour. Take the plum apart until nothing remains. But as a layman, I might instead fully drink in this moment. The feel of the sun-warmed grass. The sound of the carwash next door sending rainbows over our fence against the blinding blue of a clear autumn sky. The sun glinting on the leaves of our solitary, awesome old plum tree. ‘Here are plums. Eat the ****ing plums’.

I have a thing about plums and damsons since a kid. My grandfather was a Pershore man and he would wax lyrical about ‘Pershore plums’. He would make faces at the notion of ‘supermarket plums’ and take me on trips in his Vauxhall Viva to show me orchards around Bredon, Fladbury, Lower Wick. We’d find the best, scrump a few and take them home. Apart from a damson being the most delicious fruit of all - he was right about local plums. This year I picked damsons from four different trees and all four varieties tasted notably different.

In recent years I began photographing and painting different plums I’d gathered from local footpaths. Weirdo.

Lapwings. Particularly on a sunny breezy spring day.

Really struggling with an object or thing, but great reading about others ideas.

I guess my objects are birds of prey.

Recently read the excellent H Is For Hawk and TH White's The Goshawk, and totally agree - just don't see enough of em. But I guess that's what makes the rare glimpses more valuable.

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Just being out in the hills, fields and woods - and throw in a winding river - is beautiful enough for me.

The sea also, but for all its magnificence I can’t help but feel it’s brooding menace too.

My commute runs through the new forest for about 4 miles and then a small rural suburb of Southampton before I cross the river Test and go into the city

Just before the river though, nestled in behind the industrial estate are 2 fairly ordinary little lakes. I mean, it's a nature reserve an' all but really it's nothing.

... except on a crisp, misty late autumn morning when the sun's just rising as I ride the spit of land between them. Maybe a waterbird or two, pratting about. Beautiful.

All of the above to be fair!

Edit. And baby lambs 🙂

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and oranges are designed for sharing

Also, this:

I've never seen one as impressive as that but they are always incredible to see.

[strong]BillMC[/strong] wrote:

and oranges are designed for sharing

as is a leg of roast lamb 🙂

My 6 yr old always asks, is an orange called an orange because its orange in colour or is the colour orange called orange because its the same as an orange?

Makes you think....

Boobies.

Misty trees always get my vote

Walking back to the girlfriends house down a lane, one late Christmas night always sticks in our memory, something akin to this.

My 6 yr old always asks, is an orange called an orange because its orange in colour or is the colour orange called orange because its the same as an orange?

Makes you think….

The colour is named after the fruit, apparently the colour was known as geoluhread in England before we first got oranges around the 14th C

And cos they came from Spain where they called them naranja we called them noranges at first, but the n got lost over time, just like in nuncle.

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Kylie in those gold hotpants.

For me it’s got to be music. I’ve been privileged to sing with some truly great musicians, ever since I was really young, but now that I can truly appreciate the beauty of the human voice, and the genius of those that can conceive and write truly wonderful music to showcase just how good the human voice can be. From early English and Italian Renaissance polyphony to a truly great rock song, the purity of a really good voice is hard to beat.

A smile given or received with a stranger

Most, ok all nature stuff is totally awe inspiring, I don't know where to start with naming one object. I love how nature just happens. I picked up a stick from the woods over summer and stuck it in the ground to stake my pumpkin plant. A couple of weeks later the stick started growing leaves, so I now hope it will grow into a (cherry) tree in the garden. And cherries are pretty amazing. And pumpkins. They grow FAST. I'll do pictures of it all tmrow.

Grum's murmuration has my vote, magical. And looking into a river from a bridge is enchanting.

I don’t have a picture to share but you can all see it can’t you?

See it? I can taste it|

Just beholding people actually being able to post pictures on this forum is a beautiful thing.

It's been years since I was able to post a picture. I gave up even trying. Some helpful chap sometimes posts 'easy to follow' instructions on the subject, which are three pages long.

If I was able to post a picture on this thread it would probably be one of Shannyn Sossamon.

There are many, many beautiful things if you're in the right mindset but the one that has my attention at the moment:
I'm currently working offshore Israel, close enough to land that I can see lights at night.
Generally the rig smells of rig - machinery, grease, exhaust fumes, etc. but sometimes in a morning, if the wind direction is just right and before the day's activities start, there is an amazing smell of flowers blowing in from the land. Sitting there with a cup of coffee watching the sun come up and being surrounded by that aroma is my current favourite thing to experience.

For nature birds of prey.for manmade bridges helicopters and hand decorated canal long boats.

The sound of my kids laughing and playing outside on a sunny day. It makes me smile with true joy, followed by a tiny sliver of sadness, knowing they will one day grow up and move out.

Enjoying a wholesome meal - I've made - as a family after returning from a walk or cycle, with everyone clearing their plates, happy and contented.

Not in any particular order - seeing my wife wake up with a hint of a smile on her face, buzzards on the wing and of course - boobies 🙂

As ads678 showed with a beautiful picture.

Fire. Dancing flames. In a controlled manner - less excited by wildfire.
I really want a log burner, but not sure if there's anywhere in the house we are moving to shortly where I can fit one(no chimney and no suiteable outside wall area). Currently living with the in-laws who have one and I can just sit and watch it for ages.

Apart from the obvious, I love to sit on the beach and just watch the waves. Horribly cliched, but for good reason - the sunset on Hayling Island can be glorious.

Coke and hookers....

Beautiful probably isn't the word to describe it, but then again it could?

We have a couple of sparrow hawks that have been using our urban garden as a regular stop recently for breakfast, not sure why? Sometimes they bring a pack lunch, sometimes they pick something up here.

I can watch them from a couple of metres away and see the beauty of their markings and the bold black and yellow eye that watches constantly for any movement, the power of the beak and legs as they move their prey into a manageable position is so nimble yet so powerful.

One day last year a bird just arrived and stayed under the twisted hazel tree for shelter from the heavy rain, just bouncing between the stones looking for a dry spot. Must have been in for around 30mins just doing nothing but watching and listening. Couldn't take my eyes off it.

One arrived yesterday, brought its own lunch, tucked in then took off. I find it fascinating being that close to something that I wouldn't have expected to find in a garden on an estate on the edge of a busy town.

I think you've just discovered mindfulness, haven't you?

Pretty much anything can be extraordinarily beautiful if you look at it in the right way.

@allanoleary your comment brought this into my mind from a few years ago when out biking one frosty morning. It was beautiful.

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For me.. especially when they are perfect and undamaged.

Chilly, crisp, still, October sunrise

An ancient oak hand rail, chair back, door handle worn smooth over years of use

Boobies