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Tree-leaves labour up and down,
And through them the fainting light
Succumbs to the crawl of night.
Outside in the road the telegraph wire
To the town from the darkening land
Intones to travellers like a spectral lyre
Swept by a spectral hand.
A car comes up, with lamps full-glare,
That flash upon a tree:
It has nothing to do with me,
And whangs along in a world of its own,
Leaving a blacker air;
And mute by the gate I stand again alone,
And nobody pulls up there.
It's Coming Home...Come on England...We can do it...
Wishing our Team all the very best for Sunday Night...
Update 15 July...
The morning after the night before...
"It's Not Coming Home" AGAIN...
Class with Dave Week 101, Assignment 2: Hair
"This is one of those ones that would be really easy to make extremely uninteresting. That's not your goal! Come up with an interesting photograph that focuses on hair."
Reminds me of challah. :)
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Still messing around and getting to know my G10. Real quick shot done while at band practice (clue!). Cookie to the first person to guess what it is.
PS: People who were there while I took it are exempted for obvious reasons :P
"The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us."
Robert Louis Stevenson
“When the time comes, I hope you’re ready. Because this lot will need you.”
He seized the spear, the first real weapon he had held since his display in the chasm so many weeks ago. Then he started to run. Slowly at first. Picking up speed. Reckless, his body exhausted. But he did not stop. He pushed forward, hard, charging toward the bridge. It was only halfway across the chasm.
[…] Rock cried out as Kaladin ran onto the bridge as it was moving. The wood wobbled beneath him. It was out over the chasm, but hadn’t reached the other side”
“Kaladin screamed, reaching the end of the bridge. Finding a tiny surge of strength somewhere he raised his spear and threw himself off the end of the wooden platform, launching into the air above the cavernous void. […] Parshendi looked up with amazement as the lone bridgeman sailed through the air towards them.
Kaladin breathed in […] And the storm came to life again. […] A trickle of Stormlight closed the wounds on his arm. He smiled, spear held before him. It was as familiar as the body of a lover long lost. […]
“I will protect those who cannot protect themselves,” he whispered.
Quotes from Page 1155-1156 of the Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson
So come on baby
Come on baby show me what that loaded gun is for...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZE8oCbqI4vU
Please be advised: The cigarette is not gonna kill me
The gun is not gonna kill you...
*grins*
A forgotten old shot of Little Joey exploring the garden in the evening. Taken with my old EOS 450D camera + EF-S 55-250mm f/4-5.6 IS telephoto zoom @ 250mm.
Although my lover lives in a place that I can't live
I kind of find I like a life this lonely
It rips and pierces me , in places I can't see .
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Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
-Copyright- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Two Canada geese families guiding 10 older goslings toward shore where the smaller two goslings were. Looks like a rowdy bunch of teenagers. :) The parents definitely have their hands, or rather wings, full with this bunch!