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Prairie Creek Waterfall in Richardson, Texas, cascading over rocks with water flowing into a pool below.
Both the Yarra and the light were changing moment by moment. Fluid : In physics, a fluid is a liquid, gas, or other material that continuously deforms (flows) under an applied shear stress, or external force.
This is a montage of the Yarra paddlers and the cloud at sunset a couple of days ago with some blur and wave added. HMMM:). 1,126 cases and 4 deaths today. Stubbornly high!
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I was walking on a carpet of fallen leaves near a creek when I came up with the idea for this image. What if this carpet of leaves was to flow down the stream?. The biggest challenge was looking through my images trying to find a stream small enough to incorporate the leaves without loosing proportion and or definition (suitable for a closeup shot); then add a rock with water droplets flying into the air to cover a blurred area of the original image of the water flow, a few more leaves on the surface and rocks, and so on...(The camera settings listed belong to the stream image only)
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like emotions, like shadows
fluid, moment to moment
winds of calm prevail -
~mao~
Our feelings are like reflections on water, moving and changing with the wind. Just as reflections scatter, our emotions can feel scattered too, especially when things are uncertain. But I believe that when things calm down, peace will come. The scattered reflection becomes whole again, showing the strong love and affection that lasts through tough times. A special thanks for that someone who sits to next to me in my heart waiting for the calm wind and watching the scattered reflections to come together as one.
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I've got the pen
You cannot find the vape in your hand
It's offensive you want to be friends
Do not mention me ever again
You're disposable I'm undeniable
Let's not pretend
I am a legend already
Right now I am being mentioned
In therapy sessions
Across the state of Connecticut
They talk about me incessantly
Whispering "cunt"
I was out for a stroll the other morning when I spotted this Snowy Egret, looking suspiciously like a very fancy feathered detective, absolutely stalking its breakfast across a pond.
My first, deeply profound thought? "Well, at least he doesn't have to eat with those muddy feet!" A true gentleman of the wetland, indeed—keeping his hands (or should I say, beak?) clean for the main event.
The Snowy Egret is a medium-sized, highly elegant heron, instantly recognizable by its immaculate, all-white plumage set off by striking color contrasts.
Its most distinctive features are its long, slender black legs that terminate in brilliant yellow feet—a feature that often makes it look like it's wading on "golden slippers."
This bird has a long, delicate black bill and a yellow patch of skin in front of its eye, which intensifies during the breeding season. During this time, the egret is at its most exquisite, sporting fine, lacy, recurved plumes on its head, neck, and back—plumes that were once so coveted for the fashion industry that the species was nearly hunted to extinction.
A dynamic and active forager, the Snowy Egret is often seen using its bright feet to stir up the mud or water in shallow wetlands, marshes, and ponds, flushing out small aquatic prey like fish, crabs, and insects before swiftly spearing them with its bill.
How does the ocean see us?
I placed the GoPro underwater into the surf, and this is a screen shot from video. Things look different. Lines are loose and shapes distorted. There are sunlit bubbles and blurry blobs. Is this the carnival mirror version of us or is this the real us?
In the fluid world of the ocean, light doesn’t enter in a straight line. Everything is always in motion. Boundaries are blurry. Substances intermingle. All elements mutually yield to the power of the flow. This is the rich flow of existence.
And the sea sparkles like champagne!
Water on Sand.
Itamambuca beach, Ubatuba, São Paulo, Brazil.
Nikomat FT2, Nikkor 50mm. Fuji Provia 100. Slide scanned by an Epson Perfection V550 and digitally rendered with "Lightroom Classic".
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In the half-light of the room, when shadows coil around my thighs and the air softens against my skin, I feel the shift in him… that primal rise beneath his ribcage, that heat pressing like a pulse between us. And all I did was slip into the smallissima.
This dress is not worn. It melts onto me—golden, fluid, sinfully delicate—clinging as though it remembers the shape of my body from another lifetime.
The silhouette drapes low between my breasts, a deep plunge that bares the soft valley he aches to claim. The hem skims the upper curve of my thighs, short enough to provoke, short enough to whisper that I am already halfway undressed for him.
The styling is a hymn to seduction: thin straps barely capable of holding back desire, fabric so liquid it moves like warm breath, and a contour that reveals the exact architecture of a woman meant to be hunted—hips, softness, secrets. He looks at me and every civilized part of him fractures. Beneath the polished surface of his masculinity, something ancient awakens. Something wild. Something that wants to breed.
Fashion has always known the power of the drape—think of the Greeks, letting fabric fall from a woman’s form like a prayer; think of the 1970s slink dresses that turned nightlife into foreplay. smallissima inherits that legacy, distilling centuries of seduction into a single, breathtaking tease of a garment. It is history rewritten in heat.
And then… the HUD. A lover’s playground.
With PBR capabilities, every texture glows as though lit from within—light sliding off curves, shadows deepening where he most wants to press his mouth. The palette ranges from molten gold to raven black to moonlit pearl, each one a different invitation, a different version of the woman he would take against the nearest wall.
Gold for temptation.
Black for possession.
White for the moment he finally gives in.
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And as he watches me—breathing harder, jaw tightening, pupils drowning his irises—he is no longer simply a man. He is a creature of instinct, made for the hunt, made for the taking.
And I, in smallissima, am the offering he cannot resist.
“Fashion should seduce the eye and possess the body—everything else is merely cloth.”