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December 8, 2018♡

 

ICHIKA.

 

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Hair:**ARGRACE* ICHIKA [A] Unrigged

Hair color: Blondes #19

 

Outfit:TETRA - Off-shoulder Top (grid) - Maitreya

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ_____ㅤMaitreya Mesh Body - Lara V4.1

Skin:L'Etre - Gabi Skin [Golden Tone]

Eyes:L'Etre - Real Eyes [#51]

Mesh Head:CATWA HEAD Caty

Mesh Body:Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara

 

Farm in Teton Valley, Idaho under stormy skies.

An old farmhouse.

  

A view from an office window in Southwark, on a very gloomy and damp January day, looking towards London Bridge.

 

On the left there is a lot of railway activity, with two 'Thameslink' trains, and two 'South Eastern' trains passing each other.

vitoria who is such an amazing model

 

www.capturedbycarolyn.com

working on new stuff for Jack Spoon... it will hopefully open some when soon ... I hope. :P

these shorts will be available and yeah... that's it. :D

Coming soon to a theater near you...

The sun going down over Upper Swabia...

Another Great black backed Gull, coming straight on!

Couldn't quite nail the focus on this, but I like the head on look!

Pentax KP

HD Pentax-DA f4.5-6.3 55-300mm ED PLM WR RE

Teaser shot of my new 'Tina' skin :), coming soon as a rare prize for SaNaRae gacha

 

Greatly inspired by Red Velvet's 'One Of These Nights'

During Photoshop World 2019 there was an optional excursion to the ghost town of Nelson, Nevada for light painting lead by Dave Black. It was fun and informative but way too short!

Coming Soon, Garmisch-Partenkirchen

Holly and Snow

 

Ilex aquifolium

 

20 November 2016

 

© Bruce Bolin K1__1164ce

A young (I want to say 3rd calendar year?) White-eyed gull that stalled in the air in an attempt to identify possible prey. If I recall there wasn't anything there this time, but there has reliably been a large number of schooling fish in the area, the prize for most of the terns and gulls in the area.

 

ISO: 800

F-stop: f/5.6

Exposure: 1/8000

She is starting to change more every day. Looking more like an adult female cardinal. Her color is coming in nicely and the dark is leaving her beak. Right now she is at the birdbath peering at me inside the window. Trying to decide if she should be alarmed or not.

Female Juvenile Northern Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis)

My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com

www.chrisfrailey.com/2011/07/coming-at-you/

 

This past Saturday night we were blessed with a full onslaught monsoon evening. Phoenix was surrounded by storms showing up in pink on the radar screen. Although there was no epic haboob like earlier, there was lightning. Lots of it.

 

I chose to head east towards the towns of Apache Junction and Florence. My drive out consisted of pouring rain followed by isolated pockets of dryness. I was hoping once I made it to my destination I would be in a dry area. No such luck in the beginning. I set up in a light drizzle and began snapping brackets. Fortunately the heavy rain never came. It was bad enough with the wind and the drizzle that I actually started getting a chill. Once the show stopped I packed up and headed for home.

 

Along the way I noticed more activity to the north so I pulled over to see if I could get any bonus shots. The image above was from that session. When I caught it my first reaction was “sweet”, quickly followed by “holy crap that was close”. The lightning literally exploded out of the air behind the clouds you see in the pic. At that point I assessed my situation, standing on a dark desert highway (yes there was a cool breeze in my hair you Eagles fans) shooting pictures of lightning that seemed to be coming right at me. Ahh good times.

 

I’m still learning the ins and outs of this storm chasing, but it is fun. More fun when you come home with some shots. I’m looking forward to more chasing with buddies Mike Olbinski and Scott Wood. Both of these guys are storm chasing gurus who I plan to learn even more from.

 

Until next time…

   

Camera: Canon 40D with a Tamron 17-35mm zoom

 

Processing: Lightroom 3

ARGRACE HAIR

Friday, May 1th, 2015

COMBOIO DESCENDENTE

 

No comboio descendente

Vinha tudo à gargalhada.

Uns por verem rir os outros

E outros sem ser por nada

No comboio descendente

De Queluz à Cruz Quebrada...

 

No comboio descendente

Vinham todos à janela

Uns calados para os outros

E outros a dar-lhes trela

No comboio descendente

De Cruz Quebrada a Palmela...

 

No comboio descendente

Mas que grande reinação!

Uns dormindo, outros com sono,

E outros nem sim nem não

No comboio descendente

De Palmela a Portimão

 

Fernando Pessoa

 

MÚSICA: "Slow train coming" de Bob Dylan

www.goear.com/listen/77e8ab9/slow-train-bob-dylan

Please View On Black

 

Soft green forest trails

Emerging onto the light,

Great expectations...

 

written by my personal haiku writer, lol, thanks a million!

www.flickr.com/photos/sunshadows/

  

Two trains pass on Steelton Hill on December 1, 2015. Our first snow of the 2016-17 season is expected later this week, although the Ports are expected to miss the heavy stuff, which will fall on the Range.

Coming of Age

It’s a roll of the dice heading out with a partly cloudy weather forecast, because I always prefer clouds to a cloudless sky, but then you never know if it’s going to be too “partly”. Today is mostly too partly, but from time to time a sweeping wave of light rolls over the ridges. You can watch its progress as skylights open and then close to pinch off the momentary brilliance. The flanks of mountains on the east side of the lake brighten in unison with my own, the shine catching surfaces all around me for a precious few before moving on. I wonder if the canopy has an instant photosynthesis, if the glow is reaction on a subatomic level rather than just the reflection of a trillion leaves. In the life cycle of autumn, what I’m looking at would be the coming of age stage, adolescent colors with a short time window before the rusty dormancy of winter. Colors suggest the seasons to us, and then we anthropomorphize the seasons to define where we are in life. I tell myself I’m not going to play that game...there are deeper aches than the aches of age. Those of plans unfulfilled, sunsets missed, certainly the ache of loves lost. Mind dumps, better left where they were cached...or is it that I can better confront them after all this time? For now I’ll stop my clock for a while and watch the light ebb and flow.

  

another roller paint fill.

is it gettin boring? naaaaaaaaahh...

 

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The moon rises over the Atlantic as a gillnetter steams home through Chatham Harbor, Massachusetts.

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