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Me encanto ver y por supuesto fotografiar a estos ciervos y ver como el macho controlaba todo mientras las hembras seguÃan pastando tranquilamente, creo que la escena bien se merecÃa esta foto.
Espero que esta escena y foto también sea de vuestro agrado
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The harbor control center forms the top of this building in the marina district of Vancouver, B.C., Canada. You can see the other side of the control center reflected in the adjacent building.
Austin, Texas, ATX, TX. Mueller Austin, RMMA, airport control tower, Hipstamatic, HipstaPrint, infrared.
Mr Spock is testing his mind control to see if he can change the remote to the channel he wants or influence me to do his bidding.
The photographers were stood well away watching the mist beginning to lift on Derwent Water in the Lake District National Park. They were operating the cameras on remote control as the sun was just beginning to have an impression on the mist.
Derwent Water is one of the principal bodies of water in the Lake District National Park, measuring approximately 3 miles (4.8 km) long by 1 mile (1.6 km) wide and is some 72 feet (22 m) deep.
Red Dragon to Control Tower, permission for takeoff.
You're clear to go and have a safe HAPPY FENCE FRIDAY.
A flock of trumpeter swans prepares for landing on thin ice at Bear Lake National Wildlife Refuge, Idaho
The world drifts, aware of its own daze, caught in a massive maneuver toward shipwreck. Old values fade as new ones rise, spitting shrill blasts like the trumpets of Jericho. An abandoned shell, an urban skeleton, the last breath of solitude. The death of the new through the old, and of the old through the new. Birth and collapse. A whole that amounts to nothing.
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El mundo va a la deriva y se sabe aturdido, inmerso en una masiva maniobra de naufragio. Los viejos valores se difuminan y se erigen otros nuevos que escupen estridencias como trompetas de Jericó. Cascarón abandonado, esqueleto urbano, último aliento de soledad. Es la muerte de lo nuevo a través de lo viejo y viceversa. Un nacimiento y un colapso. Un todo que es la nada.