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The barn to the right is a tobacco barn with its rectangular openings to control the temperature and humidity while the tobacco is cured, dried after being hung from rafters. The barn to the left cures some tobacco and stores equipment and supplies. Raising tobacco involves a lot dirty, sticky and hot work. Located in the western edge of Owen County in the Kentucky River Valley. The barns are painted a distinctive black to raise the temperature for curing tobacco
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Following my shot yesterday of a burn on a hill.
We came across this scene one afternoon where we came close to seeing the Burn being done, the burn is done to encourage the growth of new shoots in the Heather to feed livestock and Grouse, I believe it is done in a very controlled way with farmers adhering to prescribed guidelines.
I think this is somewhere around Goathland on the North York Moors.
Locals to Yorkshire may know this, What are the poles beside the road in my shot here, are they to indicate the road in adverse weather conditions I wonder.
A brief but enjoyable visit to Budapest and an explore at this iconic abandoned Powerplant control room.
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"The walls are closing in again
So claustrophobic as I'm trapped in my head
It’s like I don't belong in my own skin
It's sinking in, I’m lower than I've ever been
(Oh god, oh god)
Why do I feel so wrong?
(I hold on, hold on)
Before I'm too far gone
I can't let it consume me
I'm losing my grip
(Woah, woah)
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die
'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart
And I know that I’m losing control
I’ve been running from the one in the mirror
Now it's been forever since I could see clear
Nobody can help
I’m the only one who can save myself
I hear voices that fill me with doubt
I try so hard to block them out
I sit around and wonder why
I'm alive but I don't feel much life
(Oh god, oh god)
Why do I feel so wrong?
(I hold on, hold on)
To all the hope not lost
I won't let it consume me
I need to get out of this nightmare
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I’m ready to die, I'm ready to die
'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart
And I know that I'm losing control
I've been running from the one in the mirror
Now it's been forever since I could see clear
Nobody can help
I'm the only one who can save myself
Save myself
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I'm ready to die
I'm ready to die
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die
'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart
And I know that I'm losing control
I've been running from the one in the mirror
Now it's been forever since I could see clear
Nobody can help
I'm the only one who can save myself
I'm the only one who can save myself"
Lyrics Source:
genius.com/Villain-of-the-story-losing-control-lyrics
Video:
My intrigue for New York's fencing habits. I'm very excited about how this photo transitions as far as depth of field is concerned.
Now, I'm just quoting from un upcoming blog post, but…
I don't know if it's just the sun, but Philly seems so much warmer than New York, and I'm not talking about heat. It feels so inviting. I enjoyed New York very thoroughly, but New York as a place to make a residence? Not for me. NYC fences everything. It's a small detail, but it's biting. The playgrounds, the parks, the grass, the courts… everything feels uncomfortably controlled. Man *conquered* New York, mastered New York, even. And I guess it turns out I'm not so in tune with controlling our environments to that degree.
Fr8 painted with the Boston Killa Monk on a late fall, late night mission in a major Twin Cities Yard in 1994. The temp was between 20 - 30 degrees that night and began to snow as we were leaving the yard. Always a crazy time painting in the really active yards and this one night was no exception. Cars were being humped all around us and workers walking the line. Luckily we had found the perfect GVSR that was worth the risk. We dipped inbetween cars a few times but always came back to finish. A Flat car like that was everything we hunted for and for good reason. This piece was featured in the Greatest Graff Mag out at the time, Can Control Freight Photo Album Issue. Much Love to Timothy Treacy and for all his work in the culture and movement. A true pioneer for the West Coast and the Nation. Anyone who is into freights should try to do anything possible to get your hands on a copy of this magazine. The freights in there at the time were some of the greatest freights ever painted and could even rock now 15 years later. I've seen some selling on ebay, look for seller powandsue and tell 'em EROS sent ya!
Architectonic Control.
Corrupções sérias persuadindo interesses idiotas truques sem coração diabos páginas antigas fantasmas absolutos criaturas precisas observando encontros,
возвышающаяся реальность под прямым углом невозможное царство простые вопросы размышления о неразрывных фактах драмы стихи сомнительные дополнения,
απρέπεια πωλήσεις μεταφράζοντας χρόνο προοδευτικό περιοδικό ιδιωτικά ποιήματα καταδίκη ριζοσπαστική αραίωση παρορμητικές σκέψεις δυνάμεις υπόθεσης,
penseur moderne brume grondement habitants vaporisés fascinations conventionnelles stratégies décevantes possessions extraterrestres misère gonflée,
ábhar ábhartha smaointe teibí rudaí pearsanta gluaiseachtaí nádúrtha rúndiamhair anamacha cladaí monstrous cuimhní cinn amhráin suirbhéireacht línte,
consectaria fallaces mundi invocatae deceptiones obscurae orationes confundentes homines tetralogiam vitae constantis testimonio,
壁を対比する工芸品を提唱する非人格的な作品焦り韻かすんでいる感覚簡単なテクニックランゴウリューズニュアンスずる賢い教訓想像芸術焦り韻かすんでいる感覚簡単なテクニックランゴウリューズニュアンスずる賢い教訓想像芸術.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Control - Downsampled from ~15, hotsampling! using SRWE; using this guide and CT by Frans Bouma; Lightroom
A lovely control room left over from a demolished power station, part of Winnington Works in Cheshire.
View lots more from the factory and control room here - www.bcd-urbex.com/winnington-works-brunner-mond/
🎶 I don't wanna lose control
Nothing I can do anymore
Tryin' every day when I hold my breath
Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest
I don't wanna lose control🎶
Thanks to mild winters and moist air, mosquitoes are thriving in Germany. And not just the native species.
(Source: dw.de)
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Feeder control panel Heidelberg 4 colour press. I had to name this shot Complete Control and I cant get The Clash song out of my head. uk.youtube.com/watch?v=FWb7a9QGVe8&feature=related
I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than this home
I'm meaner than my demons
I'm bigger than these bones
And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead