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We have odd houses here in Dunedin :-D
I am just back from having a coffee with the wonderful ~Geisha~ who is visiting NZ at the moment, she's the first Flickrite I have met in real life.
For the wonderful The Dictionary of Image
Santa Cruz Mountains, California
The trees along the trail appear to lean away from us as we walk through this open and airy woodland.
Kayla’s video session had dragged on hours past its limit, leaving her tired, a little sore, and absolutely famished.
Irritation simmered under her skin—her costar was quite full of himself. He’d been intentionally blowing his cues all day, forcing retake after retake, clearly enjoying himself far more than the scene required. As she pulled on her clothes, Adrienne’s earlier comment drifted back with maddening precision: maybe this really was too much work.
And the worst part—she still hadn’t been paid.
A few people lingered in the studio, stretching and chatting. Good. If she jumped straight from her dressing room, someone might wonder where she went. Better to be seen leaving through the front door.
Her muscular costar glanced up, “Rest up, darling. I’ll have something big waiting for you tomorrow.” He flashed a grin and winked. “Oh—and Carlos may be joining us.”
She returned a polite smile and wave, then stepped out into the cool evening air.
Rain. Ugh.
A few cars rolled by, but the sidewalks were nearly empty. She was too tired to look for a microwave. She headed down the block toward a spot where her vanishing wouldn’t be too obvious.
Then her senses prickled—a faint pressure at the edge of awareness. Not danger exactly… just presence. She kept walking, pretending to browse the storefronts.
A travel agency poster snagged her attention. She stopped.
It read, JOIN THE SERVICE. SEE THE UNIVERSE. What looked like an Arcturian Axiom Class starship gleamed across the image.
She blinked. Leaned closer. “Join the service? See the universe? What the F…” she muttered.
Movement flickered in the window glass. A reflection behind her. Her first thought was car headlights.
Her breath caught.
A luminous orb hovered in the street only yards away—identical to the ones they’d seen at base, but impossibly out of place here. It shouldn’t have been able to track her this far. Miles from the bunker… how had it found her?
She eased back from the window, pulse tightening, and quickened her pace toward the nearby alley.
As she turned, a flicker of movement caught in her peripheral vision. The orb was no longer small—no longer passive. It had swollen to many times its original size, its surface pulsing like a living star.
Then it lunged.
The distance vanished in a single heartbeat. Bright, searing light engulfed her, swallowing her breath, swallowing everything.
She jumped—pure instinct, pure terror.
Her eyes snapped open. Concrete walls. The familiar hum of electronics. The bunker.
Her pulse hammered against her ribs. She exhaled hard, relief flooding through her in a shaky rush.
That had been almost too late. It wasn’t observing her.
That thing was hunting her.
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You can view Quantum Fold series episodes in order from the beginning in the albums titled, "Quantum Fold I, II & III":
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You can view Quantum Fold II episodes in order from the beginning in the album titled, "Quantum Fold III":
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In the group, Color My World Daily, Saturday is pink or purple day. When I came upon this scene today, I thought it would be perfect.
After stopping meeting an eastbound 240 in South Haven, and stopping again so a dogcatch crew could get on in Kimball, the 243 is good to go once again. Here they are seen near Eden Valley, rounding the bend at MP 69 (shut up).
A large falcon that is endemic to South Asia including parts of India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. This is as large as a Peregine Falcon and taller than Saker Falcon, but more leaner unlike the bulky build of Saker Falcon or Peregrine Falcon. We sighted them on two days in action - they were hunting in the area and one of them was fighting with the Saker Falcon. They seem to be quite common in the desert regions and as a fan of falcons was delighted to be sighting them and seeing them in action.
This was sighted in Pokhran, again a desert region. The bird was hunting in the area possibly targeting the many small birds like Pipits, Larks, Crested Larks, Wheatears etc.. There was no dearth of prey. Unfortunately, we didn't see it with any catch though and we were in a rush to see the Indian Bustards, so had to move along.
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Without the support of its companion, this aged barn would collapse into total ruin. Couples who reach old age together often find a greater need for support from each other than ever in their lives.
Doug Harrop Photography • January 9, 1988
Union Pacific 3796 leads eastbound merchandise along the bypass at Riverdale Yard in Ogden, Utah.
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"As long as a thing is unknown, it belongs to us in a way that well-known things do not. For we have the opportunity to fill the empty, unknown spaces for ourselves, and in them there is room for imagination and for hope."
— Cameron Dokey
Body is Slink
Hair is Dura
Skin is Samurai
Tattoo is Speakeasy
Shirt, belt and pants are all Breath
Shoes are Phunk
Cute baby raccoons just having a nap together. Best moment ever I saw so far this week. I assume these were brother and sister by their size.
I heard this beautiful version of this song and it inspired me to do a picture.
No matter what has happened in my life I wouldn't have made it through without my horses
My favorite time to be on the beach is when the tide is coming in. Bulging waves roll up further and further, until they overtake the dry sand. They bring with them treasures from the deep. It’s exciting when the ocean leans forward to say hello, as it were.
Contrary to every instinct, we spend most of our modern lives trapped in square boxes, whether in vehicles or buildings, and also in mental boxes, and we languish in our prison of stasis. There, we obsess about power struggles. Could it be because we have cut ourselves off from the experience of nature’s power?
The tide is coming in. Plump waves are rolling up the beach. Tidda responds. She becomes animated. She feels the spirit of the sea rising and we both feel the energy. The breath of life enters us. My mood lifts. I laugh and feel playful. We have stepped into nature’s flow of power. When the tide rises, all rise together. When it sinks, all sink together.