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La Bocca della Verità (English: The Mouth of Truth) is an image, carved from Pavonazzo marble, of a man-like face, located in the portico of the church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin in Rome. The sculpture is thought to be part of a first century ancient Roman fountain, portraying one of several possible pagan gods, probably Oceanus. Most Romans believe that the 'Bocca' represents the ancient god of the river Tiber...The most famous characteristic of the Mouth, however, is its role as a lie detector. Starting from the Middle Ages, it was believed that if one told a lie with the hand in the mouth of the sculpture, it would be bitten off...This girl believes that this mouth can bite. She’s very afraid because she doesn’t remember did she tell the truth to her mother who smashed the vase to smithereens yesterday, she or the cat...
Credits:
Coco:
Body: Maitreya Lara
Hair: Di Dark by Analog Dog
Top: Maxy BENTO W/CH *Arcane Spellcaster*
Skirt: *B.D.R.* Let the haters hate
Leeloo:
Body: Maitreya Lara
Head: Strawberry by Catwa
Hair: Mitzi by TRUTH Hair
Outfit: Bag Top/Skirt Elvira *Arcane Spellcaster*
In addition:
Lighting: Coco & Lee Studio
Pose: Coco & Lee Studio
Location: Coco & Lee Studio
Good looking dog was not happy to see me walking by...just
barking not biting...lol
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On an early Easter Monday bank holiday morning, I set off towards Bradgate Park under a biting wind, with my car showing just 4°C. Despite the cold, the land was clearly awakening with spring, quietly signaling renewal in every detail.
As I stepped into the park under the soft morning light, there was a rare stillness—no people, just nature beginning its day. Instead of the usual robin, I was greeted by a Eurasian chaffinch foraging on the ground. Around me, small birds were busily flying back and forth, carrying nesting materials in their beaks into tree hollows.
Continuing my walk, I noticed a group of fallow deer on my right. Among them, a young deer fixed its curious gaze on me, and I believe I captured that exact moment of connection in a single frame. Between us flowed the River Lin, its subtle elevation difference and fresh greenery adding depth to the scene.
As I observed the group, something remarkable caught my attention in the distance. Eurasian jackdaw were landing on the deer, pulling out loose fur and flying off to line their nests in ancient tree hollows. This interaction seemed less about parasite removal and more about building soft nesting material.
I waited patiently as the light shifted and the sun rose higher, creating a beautiful backlit background. Finally, the moment came—a female deer allowing a jackdaw to pull fur from her back. I captured this frame at ISO 4000 and 1/1250 sec.
It’s also worth noting that the deer are currently shedding their winter coats, which the jackdaws are clearly taking advantage of. Interestingly, not all deer tolerated this behavior—some females resisted, perhaps due to discomfort.
Nature’s balance and these subtle interactions continue to fascinate me, often leading me to reflect more deeply on the connections within the wild.
I hope this story adds another layer to the image and helps convey the moment beyond the frame.
Wishing you all a peaceful and joyful Easter Monday.
I've captured some unforgettable moments with my camera, and I hope you feel the same joy viewing these images as I did while shooting them.
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Lens & support:
Nikon AF-S TC-14E III — hand-held or monopod, SPORT VR enabled.
Aperture set to f/8, full focal length.
All images were converted from RAW to JPEG.
During long walks, I use either a Nikon cross-body strap or a monopod.
Monopod setup:
Gitzo GM2542 Series 2 4S Carbon Monopod
Really Right Stuff MH-01 Monopod Head (Standard Lever)
Really Right Stuff LCF-11 Replacement Foot for Nikon AF-S 500mm f/5.6E PF
Your comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. Wishing all of my Flickr friends a fantastic weekend of photography!
If you stand on the sandy banks of the Sylvia Grinnell River, the first thing that hits you isn't the biting chill of the Arctic breeze—it’s the sound. A low, rhythmic thunder reverberates through the ancient gneiss boulders, a steady white noise that has echoed across this landscape for millennia.
To the untrained eye, these churning falls are a beautiful geographic feature of Sylvia Grinnell Territorial Park. But to the Inuit who have walked these shores for generations, this stretch of rushing water is a living historical archive. It is the literal birthplace of a community's identity.
Long before a permanent town was built here, this specific rapid was an vital summer gathering point.
The Gathering at the Rapids
Every year, as the brief and brilliant Arctic summer thawed the ice, a natural phenomenon of staggering proportions would take place. Countless Arctic Char (iqaluk), muscular and gleaming with iridescent pink and silver hues, would return from the ocean. They fought their way upstream, battling the fierce currents of the river to reach their spawning grounds in the lakes above.
For the Inuit, the arrival of the char was a season of life, abundance, and community.
Families would travel to these very falls, setting up camp on the surrounding tundra. The narrow, shallow channels created by the cascading water over the rocks made it the perfect natural trap. Using traditional tools like the kakivak (a three-pronged fishing spear) and building saputit (stone weirs) to redirect the water, harvesters would pull thousands of fish from the foaming rapids.
The harvest was a masterclass in efficiency and community resilience. The bounty secured here was carefully dried, aged, or frozen in caches hidden beneath the rocks, ensuring that families would have a vital source of rich, nutrient-dense protein to sustain them through the long, dark winter months ahead.
The cultural weight of this location is woven directly into the language. In Inuktitut, the word Iqaluit translates literally to "Place of Many Fish."
When the world mapped this region, it gave the river a colonial name after an American philanthropist, but the land kept its true story. When the settlement officially stepped away from its temporary wartime moniker of Frobisher Bay in 1987, it reclaimed its rightful name. The community chose to honor the very essence of what these falls provided: sustenance, life, and a place where people gathered because the waters were generous.
Iqaluit [ᐃᖃᓗᐃᑦ]: "Place of Many Fish" A Living Legacy
Today, the falls look remarkably similar to how they did centuries ago. The contrast between the deep, dark blues of the churning river, the golden sand of the shoreline, and the rugged gray profile of the rock remains untouched.
While modern life has brought change, the cultural pulse of the falls hasn't faded. Walk down to the river on a summer evening today, and you will still see families casting lines into the pools below the rapids. You’ll see elders teaching youth how to read the ripples in the water, and children running along the rocks where their ancestors stood.
The Sylvia Grinnell falls are more than just a scenic backdrop for a photograph; they are a bridge across time—a powerful reminder that the heart of Nunavut's capital will always be rooted in the timeless rhythm of the land and the water.
That fancy red ice fishing shelter wasn't needed on this beautiful day at Montpelier Reservoir, Idaho. It is surprising how comfortable it can be out there when the sun is shining and there is no wind. It is much better when the fish are biting though.
The street photos of the local folk trying their luck on the Galata Bridge are almost cliche. There are some superb takes on this common scene, much better than this one. But hey, I couldn't pass it up.
On a biting morning of snow, hail, thunder and lightning, LNER Mogul Class K4 2-6-0 No. 61994 ‘The Great Marquess’ passes through the sidings, as it departs Ramsbottom Station, heading the 1J59, 09:50 Heywood to Rawtenstall service on 17th January 2015, the first day of the ELR Winter Steam Gala.
Saint Martin Island. Coral island of Bangladesh, visit there you will be charmed by its Ethnic beauty.
Biting Gold.
Substance réalisations changements contributions anciennes conférences organisations formulation inexactitudes vues statut définitif pensées individuelles,
Allgemeine Philosophie Erkenntnistheorie beredte Präsentationen Projekte Punkte Gegentexte Metaphysik Antworten Realität Natur Funktionen Anleitungen,
μοναδικές διαφορές που εκτελούνται αρχές εννοιολογικές ενσωματώσεις θρυλικός ανταγωνισμός εγωιστικοί στόχοι παράλογα έργα βασικοί κλάδοι,
ложные рассуждения о существовании сомнения фундаментальные силы системы идеи необходимые вопросы якобы предлагает открытия глубоко заданные расширения,
اداروں کے مواد الگ الگ خصوصیات کے مقاصد مصنوعات کی انوینٹری سختی ہضم کرنے والے اہم حقائق کو قبول کرتے ہوئے بنیادوں کو ناقابل قبول محوروں کو قبول کرتے ہیں۔,
さまざまなプロセスカオス感覚明示的な状況普遍的な側面適用された行動先見の明のある見解成果確立された移動法消化実体可能な意識従属領域リアル.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Trying hard to bite through my trouser leg! Not sure why some have fully patterned eyes and others half patterned (male/female?)
That was his flesh-coloured head-mounted microphone and not his tongue.
Dance Rites, Sydney Opera House Forecourt, Sydney (Sunday 26 November 2017)