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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...

Carl Zeiss Jena Dokumar 47 mm F 5.6

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. :)

CONOWINGO-_MG_5049 2015- 11 -26

Kawadu-town, Shizuoka. Early blooming cherry blossoms.

Best Viewed Large On Black

 

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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

And my desire to take photos as well.

Hafnarfjörður, Iceland

"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

    

A Jacob sheep comes home.

“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*

The sign says it all ... who will visit today?

Un como cocos de bizcocho y huevos.

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.

Some street art I passed today while visiting a church member in a rehab center.

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 .

    

N i k o n F E + N i k k o r 5 0 / 1 . 4

A g f a V i s t a P l u s 2 0 0

The wall mural by Speak Cryptic at the Recital Studio (Entrance), Esplanade.

Copyright

CowGirlZen Photography

www.cowgirlzenphotography.com

 

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

What self-respecting spider would weave a PINK web?

ODC Our daily Challenge: Come on in

Yokohama, Japan in Dec. 2024

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!

 

"come to me, come to me

look what you've done to me

you put a gun to me

then you brought the sun to me"

- kendrick lamar/jhene aiko

Myself and my mate Roger awaiting the start of the England game.

Dinky Field Marshall Tractor (3C1) pulling a Dinky Disc Harrow.

Sit by me.....

Give me your hand.....

Then I will read your palm.

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