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That was his flesh-coloured head-mounted microphone and not his tongue.
Dance Rites, Sydney Opera House Forecourt, Sydney (Sunday 26 November 2017)
(Imenottero della Fam. Apidae Megachilinae) - 04.07.2012 Castiglione della Pescaia (GR)
ecco il modo per addormentarsi al sicuro: addentando uno stelo con le mandibole
°°°° fall asleep safely: biting a stem with the jaws (Imenottero della Fam. Apidae Megachilinae) - 04.07.2012 Castiglione della Pescaia (GR)
Squirrel detected 90 degrees west. Target locked and loaded. All systems go. Blast-off in 5...4...3...2.....!!!
Oh, she really is biting her lower lip. You just have to look large to see it. :-)
Stable fly, Barn fly, Biting house fly, Dog fly, or Power mower fly.
Order - Diptera
Family - Muscidae
Genus -Stomoxys
Species - S. calcitrans
Binomial name - Stomoxys calcitrans
Much that I prefer sunsets to sunrises I definitely prefer them to be on warm sandy beaches rather than frigid icy ones. But still it is a rare sight to see sunset light over the Long Island horizon shine upon layers of ice sheaths at my blessed home's private beach in New York. This panorama was made from 7 iPhone 6S+ photos taken with my hands feeling the biting cold. See the Photosynth at photosynth.net/preview/view/4fa7cc00-4ce7-4268-939b-3acdb...
© 2016 IMRAN
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Lying beneath the belly of the viaduct, winter's cold biting at my skin, I looked up at this cathedral of rusted metal that has defied time for over a century. The oxidized steel triangles drew a hypnotic geometry against the pale sky, and in that frozen silence, I understood that beauty lies not in perfection, but in the scars left by passing seasons. Each orange streak on the black metal told a story of rain, frost, sunlight — a silent calligraphy of time inscribed in matter. I framed tight to capture this tension between the geometric rigor of human engineering and the organic chaos of corrosion, transforming the structure into contemplative abstraction.
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.
SONY 24mm 1.4 GM
This was a very cold winter day, the wind was fiercely biting ice cold, so my fingers was almost numb after a hike in the nature.
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.
Saint Martin Island. Coral island of Bangladesh, visit there you will be charmed by its Ethnic beauty.
A colourful Halloween Tribute for the 31st Oct 2024
The juxtaposition of dominant reds with intense blues and biting yellows is not merely a chromatic exercise but an intentional invocation of in depth physical dynamics.
The red, historically emblematic of revolutionary zeal, is here transmuted into an image of territorial encroachment, symbolizing the blood of land workers who toiled here in harsh conditions.
The compositional tension between this red and the contrasting yellow and blue functions as a visual dialectic, evoking the material conflicts of occupation and sovereignty that are as much corporeal as they are ideological.
I can't tell if Molly is laughing with joy or about to bite EA in the face. Either way, Caroline thinks something's funny.
In the heart of February, amidst the rugged beauty of Hinnøya, one of the jewels of the Lofoten and Vesterålen archipelago, I found myself returning from a solitary ascent of a nearby peak. The air was crisp, biting at my cheeks, and the encroaching darkness wrapped the landscape in a shroud of mystery. Above me, the heavens were draped in a delicate veil of clouds, softly illuminated by the moon’s gentle glow, casting a silvery light upon the snow-dusted earth.
As I made my way down the mountain, the stillness of the night enveloped me, a calmness that seemed to resonate with the very essence of nature itself. The world was hushed, as if holding its breath in reverence for the beauty that surrounded me. I paused at the edge of the fjord, drawn by the allure of its reflective surface, a mirror to the celestial wonders above. The water lay tranquil, a glassy expanse that beckoned me to capture its serene beauty in a photograph.
But as I approached the shore, a sudden transformation unfolded in the sky. The clouds parted, and the heavens erupted in a dazzling display of color. An intense green aurora danced across the firmament, a spectacle so profound that it seemed to transcend the ordinary bounds of nature. Bright green figures whirled and twisted, their movements fluid and ethereal, as if the very fabric of the universe had come alive in a joyous celebration.
In that moment, I was not merely an observer; I was a participant in this grand cosmic ballet. The aurora took on the form of a giant flame, flickering and swirling with an energy that ignited my spirit. It was as if the night itself had conspired to reveal the hidden wonders of existence, reminding me of the profound connection between man and the natural world.
I stood there, transfixed, my heart swelling with a sense of awe and gratitude. The cold air stung my skin, yet I felt an inner warmth, a recognition of the beauty that lies in solitude and reflection. In that fleeting moment, I understood that life is a tapestry woven from such experiences—each thread a reminder of our place within the vastness of creation.
As the aurora continued its dance, I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me. Here, on the shores of this remote isle, I was reminded of the simple joys that nature bestows upon those who take the time to pause and observe. The world may be filled with chaos and noise, but in the stillness of the night, beneath the shimmering lights of the aurora, I found clarity and purpose.
Thus, I returned to my humble dwelling, my heart alight with the memory of that extraordinary night. The beauty of the aurora would linger in my mind, a testament to the wonders that await those who venture into the wild, seeking not just to conquer peaks, but to embrace the sublime moments that nature so generously offers.
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Another fisherman on the Pismo Beach pier. Or actually I think it is the same guy who was taking a more relaxed approach here...🐟🐠