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L'Emporio&PL - Damned ears
Codex - Voodoo Necklace
VELOUR APPAREL - Faenzo Swim trunks
MOONLIGHT INSIDE - Lycan tree Tattoo
ManCave
The Darkness Monthly Event
“worst kind of loneliness in the world is the isolation that comes from being misunderstood. It can make people lose their grasp on reality.”
― Dan Brown, Inferno
old pic from delicatessen.
textures Joes Sistah
This mostly monochromatic palette (pretty much straight out of the camera) is what remained from a more colorful dawn by the time I located the subject(s) through the fog. Osprey (and distant GBH) on Armand Bayou.
Credits:
Tattoo - Ari from Leven Ink Tattoos - get it here @Marketplace and @Mainstore
Mask - Anarchy by The Forge available @ The Arcade
So special was this morning, that I took so many wonderful scenes of this beautiful location in Northumberland. Certainly had luck on my side that morning!
Treat This 35 in the Kreatve People group:
www.flickr.com/groups/1752359@N21/discuss/72157644753677131/
and
The Dark Side of the Light 'Fire on Fire' Contest:
www.flickr.com/groups/thedarksideofthelight/discuss/72157...
Source image - thanks to etva101, which you can see in the first comment box below or here:
Almost as if it was sailing through a wall of fire, the cable laying ship Responder departs Victoria Harbour for open waters, backed by spectacular sunrise clouds.
Victoria, B.C.
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Suga boom boom I'm chasing dragons these dragons got my hand
Suga boom boom I'm robbing people but I'm an honest man
Suga boom boom I'm chasing dragons these dragons got my hand
Suga boom boom I'm robbing people but I'm an honest man
Revelation 8:7
King James Version
7 The first angel sounded, and there followed hail and fire mingled with blood, and they were cast upon the earth: and the third part of trees was burnt up, and all green grass was burnt up.
era uno spettacolo...
...è vero che non era possibile fare il bagno, ma questa meraviglia meritava ugualmente...
Grazie mille a tutti: terzo Front Page.. grazie grazie grazie! :D
De retour dans le passé du bûcher de la St Jean (le 19 juin dernier donc, fêtant le 21 pasque.. Pasque le weekend !)...
Et voici ce que ces flammes quasi infernales inspirent à tous. Des photos du bûcher...
Tsss...
Quelle indignité, monsieur Pujadas... :-))
Burning our tree that was out front the was dying and I cut down in Fall. No more pretty blossoms ... but making for a neat series of burning wood.
Using the 300 prime and extender as a near macro lens works well so you do not have to get too close the fire.
Hope you enjoy.
The end of a Mojave winter day at Goffs, CA, long-neglected, nearly forgotten, once a stop for first the railroad and later the Mother Road (66, of course) each on their final sprints to the west coast, now barely a mark the map. This dot in the Mojave badlands, a place called home by not even two dozen, has succumbed to two main enemies--the elements and time--and has faded away to next to nothing, its sole worthwhile activity nowadays courtesy of what BNSF sends through on the Needles Subdivision. The dispatcher has one holding safely on Main 2 at EBCS Goffs--Q LACATG6 13L--for an oncoming onslaught of westbounds pounding to the top of the climb away from the Colorado River valley at Needles, the dimmed headlight of the rear DPU from one of them shrinking into oblivion. This exemplary display of the modern intermodal supply chain unfolds beneath painting-like magic developing overhead, consequences of the rapidly falling sun slipping towards the horizon line and combusting the suspended moisture in the air into an inferno. In mere minutes, the fire will be extinguished by the onset of nightfall and this little place on the desert floor will go cold, but the rails will remain hot as BNSF continues its non-stop effort to pump 90-per-day in or out of the Golden State on the sacred rails of the Santa Fe.
It may just be me, but these drops of rain on a car window resemble frozen Lake Cocytus, the bottom of the ninth ring of Dante's Inferno, in which the souls of traitors are embedded, partially submerged, for eternity, no?
Oh my sweet legacy, my undeniable mistake,
We all must wade through a pit of hell, before the fallen of fate,
I trudged and tried to fly, but then regained my step,
I laugh at my misjudgements, Of promises and trust not kept,
Your stubborn and lying eyes, showed deceit and total destruction,
As you ripped apart my soul, my heart a careless abduction,
My lips now twitch in a grin, the forlorn face no longer appears,
My complete resurrection and strength reborn, I now live on the blood of your tears,
I grow stronger with every ache, I know you one day will feel,
For your loss and your horrific ways, have lost what once was real,
My esteem now blooms in thoughts of my overcoming ways,
It proves my once weakened state, Now something of previous days,
I pity your pathetic state, Your broken promises and death of tomorrow,
But my pity stops only there, for I no longer feel any sorrow,
May your karma be 10 times fold, but only to allow you to learn,
For in this place we call earth, a certain hell still truly shall burn,
So walk fast and be steady, for your insolent behavior has taught me this,
It is best to not get lost in a web of lies, and lose yourself in a depressed abyss,
As much as I let the fires burn, turning my once bright eyes to coal,
My happiness and success grows,
The ultimate revenge is the mending of my unbiding and blackened soul,
For now I leave with this, a sweet and dark good bye,
You may have harmed and broken me, but I am now to far along to cry.