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Amorinhas! Tudo bem??
Uns 'dias' atrás fui na perfumaria pra comprar a coleção Novo 70 da Impala né, só que tinha TODA a coleção, e mais a da Colorama, e Risqué...tive que optar pelos mais bonitinhos né?
Aí claaaaro que não pude deixar essa gostosura de lado né? Afinal essa cor é tendência né!! Genteee que lindo que ele é...tom caramelo lindo, dá vontade de comer! Rs *-* suuuper lindo e vou te contar que fiquei uma semana mais ou menos com ele, e ó...intacto! *-*
1x Casco de Cavalo
3x Camelo - Impala
1x TC - Avon
Comprei ele e mais 4 da coleção!
Tem swatches de todos eles lá no blog
SUPER AMEI!!!!
Beijoooos
New Series I am starting.
"Our Lives are in Our Hands."
I'm going to be doing close up of hands and the stories they hold!
not my hand, not my laptop, not my kitchen.
yes, i know there are several things off with this. i'll try for another one soon.
I loved so much the movie Pan's Labyrinth. I thought the music in it was so magical and the characters were great. The thought of doing a version of Pale Man came to me last night so here it is.
80/365
i go to nashville tomorrow morning to see becca for two days and meet all her new cool trendy college friends.
{elis hands}
I will not fall
Once more I'm called
Time comes for all
Then dark is whole
But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness
I will not speak of your sin
There is a way out for him
The mirror shows not
Your values are shot
But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness
And I fall short
But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness
{to darkness-mumford and sons}
Using a fast shutter speed and high f-stop and a flash, I can make it look like it is night time. But this was done at 1 in the afternoon.
she said finally. "I thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn't fit to lick my shoe."
-- from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I've been experimenting with light metering and getting some interesting exposures... this is sooc. In the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport (so what makes them "twin cities," anyways?).
I'm out of town for a week so I won't be around much, but I'll try to post when I can.
I tried to identify this gorgeous moth that I spotted in Ames Park the other day, but I couldn't. The closest I got to it was a Leopard moth, which looked about the same with ringed spots, not stripes. It certainly was a magnificent specimen, and I've never seen one like it before.
When I was a teenager, I used to sketch designs of clothing. The moth really would have inspired me to do a cape like this, which would have been glorious, though probably not as lovely as the genuine article. Nature always does it right.
While rifling through page after page of internet photos of moths, it occurred to me just how incredible creation really is. Just in Central Florida alone, there were literally hundreds of different kinds of moths- which really speaks to the REST of the insects, animals, and people on the planet. It's literally mind-boggling!
Secular scientists consider this evolution- something that randomly happened. Looking at the individual parts of nature causes me to view it a different way. There seems to be a logic- an intent- behind all of those interesting creatures. I find it impossible to believe that creation wasn't a planned thing. I can't conceive of there not being a God behind it all.
Unlike many Christians who completely deny any form of evolution process, and cling to the theory that the world is only a few thousand years old, I believe that there is a God- ONE God- and that He is quite involved with and enjoys the process of creation, not just the initial doing of it. Like a painter who adds layer upon layer of paint to achieve a particular outcome, the adaptations we see in nature, to me, reveal a guiding hand, a breath of life that got it all rolling in the first place.
I rather like believing that the same God who took such interest and care to create such a perfect, little creature as this moth, takes an interest in my outcome, as well. I'm in good hands.
A bee stung me on Friday, and my hand swelled like a big balloon. It was painful, and I couldn't write. It sucked.