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While the landscape is now characterized by a somewhat uniform brown, there are occasional bursts of color yet to be found...mainly in the form of young oaks who seem to exhibit a greater exuberance in the season than their elders who have retired for the year. In some ways, analogous to the human species, I reckon....
This evening's view with a subdued sunset.
V in the sky for victory as no more alien pods. Bad joke, hope you all have a wonderful day and thanks for your visits!
A great egret landing on a very windy day. The approach was nice, but the landing was awful. It didn't help that he tried landing on a branch at a 45 degree angle. Kane County, Illinois
With a measly 105mm lens, I think I may have been too close to this majestic deer in Richmond Park. He showed me his dentures, I got the hint and stepped away from his space.
After a while when he got used to my presence we had a great photo session together. I'm pretty sure he wanted to apologise for his earlier bad manners. All is forgiven and I'll be back in a couple of months during rutting with a longer telephoto.
I dare you to centre your mouse and double click!
Con esta cierro el ciclo de macro micológico, (aun quedan algunas en alguna tarjeta) que aunque corto a sido prolífico por los bosques del sistema central, por donde suelo salir. Estas posibles mycenas, con ese pié semitransparente, nacen en una piña de pino sylvestris, lo que nos puede servir de referencia para hacernos idea de su pequeño tamaño. Un saludo
Gràcies per les vostres visites i comentaris.
Gracias por vuestras visitas y comentarios.
Thanks for your visits and comments.
Please, won't you wait? Won't you stay?
At least until the sun goes down
When you're gone, I lose faith
I lose everything I have found
Heart strings, violins
That's what I hear when you're by my side. Whoa
Yeah, that's what I hear when you're by my side. Whoa
But when you're gone the music goes
I lose my rhythm, lose my soul
So hear me out before you say the night is over
I want you to know that we gotta, gotta carry on
So don't let this be our final song
So don't let this be our final song
So hear me out before you say the night is over
I want you to know that we gotta, gotta carry on
So don't let this be our final song
Baby when we were young
There was nothing to make believe
And the songs that we sang
They were written for you and me
Melodies on repeat
That's what I hear when you're by my side. Whoa
Yeah, that's what I hear when you're by my side. Whoa
Woo-ooo, take us to a higher ground
Here and now, whatever you do, just don't look down
Woo-ooo, underneath the disco light, it's alright
We could make the perfect sound
We could make the perfect sound
But when you're gone the music goes
I lose my rhythm, lose my soul
So hear me out before you say the night is over
I want you to know that we gotta, gotta carry on
So don't let this be our final song
So don't let this be our final song
So hear me out before you say the night is over
I want you to know that we gotta, gotta carry on
So don't let this be our final song
Woo-ooo, take us to a higher ground
Here and now, whatever you do, just don't look down
Woo-ooo, underneath the disco light, it's alright
We could make the perfect sound
Woo-ooo, take us to a higher ground
Here and now, whatever you do, just don't look down
Woo-ooo, underneath the disco light, it's alright
Don't let this be our final song
My eyes hurt from my pouring tears
My face is covered with makeup smears
and yet for our last and final goodbye
you're able to whisper
"you're beautiful" and mean it.
-Kmoo
If not for macro monday theme "leaves" i wouldn't have noticed this leaf held by a thin strand of web yarn. it fell off as soon as I took this picture.
Locomotives receiving final checks before being put into service for the Great Central Railway Autumn Steam Gala of 2016.
you couldn't save me, but you can't let me go, oh, no
did I take it too far
when I sold you my heart
how'd it get so dark?
stars
♥ Boo'd Up Poses - December
"Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?”
Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons