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You can run, you can fly, but try as you might if you are a wee insect you will be devoured mercilessly whenever deep purple here takes to the road. I came across this beast at the Irish Pub Galway Bay at Ocean Shores. If you've not been seek it out, great food, service, and atmosphere. Dick's brewery supplies the Galway Bay Ale and it aint bad.... :-)
Sleek. Metallic. Merciless. The red arrow doesn’t just point to danger it is the warning shot. This jet intake isn’t just a mechanical detail; it’s the mouth of the beast, the moment before thunder. For anyone on the wrong side of the mission, this is the last angle they’ll see before the sky turns hostile. The polished surface reflects precision. The lettering screams intent. This photo captures the cold confidence of air power at rest, ready to roar.
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С усталым, но воодушевленным настроением наша группа фотографов поднялась на вершину перевала, ухабистая горная тропа сменилась на удивление гладкой магистралью, которая элегантно змеилась через высокогорные луга. Настал золотой час, окутав мир вокруг нас теплыми объятиями, как будто само солнце спустилось, чтобы попрощаться с землей на ночь. Небо было усеяно колоссальными облаками, которые мерцали янтарным оттенком, нежно обнимая заснеженные вершины главного хребта. Несмотря на наше обещание ехать без остановки, непреодолимое очарование момента заставило нас остановиться и впитать великолепие, раскрывшееся перед нами. Одни фотографировали орлов, парящих высоко в небе, в то время как другие снимали красоту ледяных вершин крупным планом. Но среди этой грандиозной картины я не мог не заметить оранжевый грузовик, крошечное пятнышко на бесконечном просторе, мчащийся, словно движимый самим сердцебиением гор. Возможно, даже сейчас я не смогу дать ответ, почему я выбрал его в качестве объекта своей фотографии. Скорее всего потому, что выглядел он там совершенно нелепо и чуждо, но тогда он казался кометой, промчавшейся через долину, оставив после себя лишь пыльное облачко.
Время, отведенное на эту остановку, истекло, и все неохотно потянулись в машины. Двигатель взревел, и мы продолжили наш спешный и прерывистый путь к закатной съемке. Шины напевали тихую колыбельную, которая гармонировала с шепотом ветра, доносящегося сквозь приоткрытое окно. Дорога становилась ровнее и гладкий асфальт позволял нам ускориться, с полной уверенностью в том, что впереди нас ждут еще более захватывающие виды. Наш разговор становился тише, прерываемый лишь редкими восклицаниями, когда мы в очередной раз сталкивались с потрясающими видами, каждый из которых был великолепнее предыдущего. А когда красота становилась беспощадной, мы с вынужденным сожалением нарушали данное себе обещание.
With weary yet exhilarated spirits, our band of photographers crested the apex of the pass, the rugged path giving way to a surprisingly smooth thoroughfare that snaked elegantly through the high mountain meadows. The golden hour had arrived, casting a warm and gentle embrace upon the landscape, as if the very sun itself had descended to say the earth goodbye for the night. The vast sky was strewn with colossal clouds that shimmered with an amber hue, tenderly hugging the snow-capped peaks of the main ridge. Despite our earlier vow to push onward without pause, the irresistible allure of the moment compelled us to slow our pace and drink in the splendor before us. Some took pictures of eagles soaring high in the sky, while others noticed the beauty of the icy peaks and took close-up photos of them. Yet amidst this grand tableau, I couldn't help but notice an orange truck, a tiny speck in the vast wilderness, racing as if propelled by the very heartbeat of the mountains. Perhaps, even now I cannot give an answer as to why I chose him as the subject of my photograph. Most likely because he looked completely ridiculous and alien, but then he seemed like a comet that had rushed across the valley, leaving behind only a dusty cloud.
The time allotted for this stop expired, and everyone reluctantly made their way into the cars. The engine roared to life and we continued our hurried and choppy journey to the sunset shoot. The tires humming a soft lullaby that harmonized with the whispers of the wind, coming through the half-open window. The road became smoother and the smooth asphalt allowed us to accelerate, with complete confidence in that more breathtaking views await us ahead. Our conversation grew quieter, punctuated by the occasional exclamation as we encountered breathtaking vistas, each more magnificent than the last. And when beauty became merciless, we, with forced regret, broke the promise we had made to ourselves.
In Greek tradition, the sphinx is a treacherous and merciless being with the head of a woman, the haunches of a lion, and the wings of a bird. According to Greek myth, she challenges those who encounter her to answer a riddle, and kills and eats them when they fail to solve the riddle. Don't get eaten! Fuji X100F (to make it easier for you, the image is of Osborne House, Isle of Wight).
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Es la reina del matorral silvestre de la sierra de Córdoba
( Sierra Morena) y alimento de abejas y otros insectos volátiles . Se defiende , no metáis la mano para cogerla , con un pegamento difícil de quitar. Inconveniente que siempre que la enfocas , se levanta viento y te jode el enfoque . Hay que tener paciencia.
POESIA
José Agustín Goytisolo
«La flor de la jara>>
Yo amaba a aquella casa
sin vientos de desgracia.
Era como mi alegre
posesión transparente.
Como la flor blanquísima
que en los jarales brilla.
Tal vez yo por entonces
desdeñara a los dioses.
Pues ni ellos habitaban
en regiones tan claras.
Y así como un castigo
perdí lo que era mío.
Un fuego despiadado
prendió en aquellos campos.
Después no quedó nada.
Ni la flor de la jara.
It is the queen of the wild scrub of the Sierra de Córdoba
(Sierra Morena) and food for bees and other volatile insects. It defends itself, do not put your hand in to catch it, with a glue that is difficult to remove. Disadvantage is that every time you focus on it, the wind picks up and messes up your focus. You have to be patient.
POETRY
José Agustín Goytisolo
«The rockrose flower>>
I loved that house
without winds of misfortune.
It was like my happy
transparent possession.
Like the whitest flower
that shines in the bushes.
Maybe me by then
would disdain the gods.
Well, they didn't even live
in such clear regions.
And just like a punishment
I lost what was mine.
A merciless fire
caught on in those fields.
Afterwards there was nothing left.
Not even the rockrose flower.
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The annual Pin Mill Barge Match sees Thames Sailing Barges compete in a race from Pin Mill on the River Orwell to Mistley, on the River Stour.
This year it took place on July 3rd and the Barges had the benefit of a falling tide, but a merciless headwind, which meant they had to 'tack' back and forth across the width of the river to make any forward progress.
The race commenced at 09.30 and saw the light slowly fade under a thick bank of grey cloud and mist.
Cycle I – Twilight
At the world’s edge, the lighthouse stood, its fractured flame trembling against the mist. Aelion, keeper of the light, had sworn to guard the fragile passage between friendship and forgetting.
Beneath the waves, Thyra, goddess of Hidden Shoals, shaped misunderstandings into jagged reefs. She veiled them in mist so that concealed thoughts became storms of confusion.
Above, the Anemoi Phantasmoi, ghosts of love, drifted across the twilight sky, carrying whispers of memory and longing. Their chorus rose:
“We are the ache that lingers. We are the sunset of longing. “Without us, even love dissolves into shadow.”
Aelion lifted the lantern:
“If hope is lost, let longing be the compass. If love drifts, let memory be the sail.”
Thus began the twilight oath: a broken flame, a keeper’s vow, and the ghosts of love as guides.
Cycle II – Storm
Thyra summoned a storm, born of concealed thoughts and unspoken truths. The sea roared, waves rising like accusations. Lightning split the sky, illuminating the hidden shoals.
Ships approached, trembling in the gale. Among them were the Pilgrim Ships, vessels carrying seekers of reconciliation. Their captains prayed to the beacon, believing it a sacred light.
“Guide us, broken flame. Even fractured light is holy.”
The storm pressed harder, whispering:
“Friendship founders on silence. Love breaks upon misunderstanding.”
Aelion cried out to the ghosts:
“Strengthen the flame, lest all be swallowed!”
The Anemoi swirled around the lantern, igniting it with pale fire. The beacon pierced the storm, illuminating the shoals. Ships faltered, some scarred, some saved.
Thyra rose from the sea, sorrow in her eyes:
“Keeper, you defy me. You turn loss into light. But every friendship carries its twilight. Every love must drift into sunset.”
Cycle III – Dawn
The storm dissolved into silence. The sea calmed, and the shoals lay revealed—sharp, merciless, yet glistening in the new light.
The Pilgrim Ships, battered but alive, sailed into the morning. Their scars were visible, but so was their faith. They had learned to read the rocks, to honor silence, to steer with memory.
Thyra bowed her head before the rising sun:
“Keeper, you have turned loss into light. You have shown that even twilight can yield to dawn.”
Aelion lowered the lantern, its flame steady now:
“Yes. For every friendship carries its twilight, every love drifts into sunset. But beyond the storm, beyond the ache, there is dawn. And in dawn, the beacon endures.”
The ghosts of love dissolved into the morning sky, their song lingering like breath:
“Hope may falter, love may drift, but memory guides, and light remains.”
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A few years ago, on a Saturday evening we drove to Harrogate, a pleasant spa town to the south-east of the Yorkshire Dales, famous for its tea shops (like Betty’s), flower shows, Turkish baths, antique shops and gardens.
A very 'oldy worldy' place with a particular atmosphere.
Once a year in this huge green, the rows of trees lining the paths explode in splendour, the cherry trees.
They criss-cross the lovely lush grassy fields.
The first time we came across them... we were too late.
The next year... some trees had been chopped because of disease, leaving huge gaps...
The next year we forgot...
The next year it was a dreadful Spring with late frost, the blossoms hardly came out, a merciless storm threw them to the ground...
The next year we kept hearing on the news that although the money had been raised and the young trees planted to restore this visual feast, some vandals came and cracked the saplings...
Last year we forgot again…
This year, WE MADE IT!!!
The sky had been a milky soft box the whole day, but I sensed a glimmer of 'more', as everyone went home, the 'sun' came out gently for a while.
It was wonderful, the tender full blossoms ever so gently swaying in the warm evening light, walking in wonderland, so beautiful… so fleeting.
The next day it was windy, across from our house; the neighbours have a Cherry tree… most of the petals now a pink carpet on the ground… grab it while it's there!
Just a few of the images I came home with, a flavour of the opulence with which I was surrounded, what a feast for all the senses.
Wishing you well and stay safe!
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In the sepulchral dusk of a world long extinguished, I, Quirlin, a humble ant, bear witness to the desolation that has befallen this forsaken earth. A world unrecognizable, a spectral remnant of its former grandeur, this planet has endured the scourge of 135,235 years since the cataclysmic advent of the first Solar Cyclone. This cataclysm, these calamitous epochs we designate as the Eras of Blazing Wrath, have all but obliterated the race once known as humanity. These five dread ages – The Flaming Inferno, The Burning Wrathfire, The Glowing Destruction, The Heated Chaos, and The Scorched Ash – have eradicated every vestige of electrical circuitry upon this forsaken sphere. The once vital electric grid, the erstwhile lifeblood of civilization, now lingers only in the ephemeral realm of myth.
In the aftermath of these colossal power failures, the cooling systems of all nuclear power plants faltered, precipitating over four hundred catastrophic core meltdowns and an insidious contamination of nuclear radiation. It was amidst this irradiated desolation that we ants began to burgeon, evolving into beings of prodigious stature.
In this transformed and accursed realm, we insects, and particularly we ants, have ascended into beings of titanic proportions. Across countless generations, we have garnered the arcane knowledge preserved within the tomes you termed books, transmitting these esoteric treasures through the annals of time. Our mode of communication has transcended rudimentary methods; we now utilize intricate electrochemical signals, conveyed through the slightest of touches, a language of elegance and precision refined over hundreds of millions of years.
Upon a fateful and foreboding day, as I foraged amidst this wasteland for sustenance, I encountered a solitary human survivor – a trembling monk. The monk, gripped by palpable terror, uttered incoherent supplications to deities long forgotten.
Cautiously, yet impelled by an insatiable hunger, I approached. Despite the altered state of our existence, the primal need for nourishment remained undiminished. As I made contact, his feeble electrochemical signals coursed through me, starkly discordant from those of my kin – chaotic, disordered. I discerned his emotions: raw terror within the monk.
In a futile bid for mercy, the monk raised his hands in desperate supplication, but he was no match for my formidable strength. With a deft maneuver of my mandibles, I dismantled his feeble defenses and commenced my grim repast. His scream, a haunting echo through the desolate expanse, was swiftly stifled. His essence coursed through me, revitalizing my form.
Thus sated, I moved onward. This world, harsh and merciless, now falls under the dominion of us ants. We are the new sovereigns of the earth, and our electrochemical signals shall perpetuate the chronicles of this post-apocalyptic realm. Thus, I traverse the scorched remnants of this ancient world, ever poised to inscribe the next chapter of my saga.
Translations in French, Spanish and German in the first comments.
sometimes I meet people who carry a stillness within them. although they are full of wisdom, they neither try to lecture you, nor do they look down on you. when you are with them, there is only peace - and yet buried in this silence lies a truth
Habibi: means darling in Arabian.
I love the sound of this word.
A Just Joey Rose from the garden, it had been raining on and off, the wind was blowing this beauty mercilessly about, I took pity on it, and brought it in, before it was damaged.
"Just Joey" is a Hybrid Tea Rose and has a fruity fragrance (to me it smells like ripe raspberries mmmmmm) which wafts from large ruffled salmon blooms, once opened.
This superstar rose is from England. Just Joey roses were inducted into the Hall of Fame by the World Federation of Rose Societies in 1994.
The flowers are well-formed with large, high-centred buds, supported by long, straight and upright stems. Each blousy flower can grow to 8-12.5 cm wide.
Hybrid Teas are the world's most popular type of rose by choice due to their colour and flower form.
With their long stems, it gives them the advantage, over others, as cut flowers.
Most shrubs tend to be very upright, reaching up to 1.8 metres and are recurrent-flowering (flowering constantly during the season, unlike wild dog roses that flower once).
Have a wonderful day, and thank you for your time and comments, M, (*_*)
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Sending strength and hope to all things Jasper (businesses, residents, tourists, visitors, firefighters, emergency workers, community, wildlife and nature). I was out of the country when I started to hear the news about a merciless monster of a fire that has destroyed the beautiful park and many buildings in Jasper National Park. Devastating news for so many that called it home or their sanctuary. I have many memories of this park and send strength and encouragement to those who have to deal with the present and future situations of this terrible fire.
The Trona Railway operates one of the most isolate and desolate piece of track in western United States. The scenery of the line along with a full roster of EMD product fresh from the 70s help to attract many people over these empty roads to the mining town.
Clearly showing the colours of their former owners even if they are badly burned by the merciless Death Valley sun, six SDs slowly pull an empty coal train out of Trona, ready to attack the 30 miles uphill ride toward the interchange point with Union Pacific in Searles, the railway's only connection with the outside world.
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Autumn panorama from the Handlberg, with a view of the market town of Aidenbach, district of Passau (Lower Bavaria) Up here on the Handlberg there is a memorial and an inscription from a dark time, around the 17th century, the "Battle of Aidenbach".
Monument Handlberg (Markt Aidenbach)
Erected in 1866 to commemorate the more than 3,000 local farmers and craftsmen from Vils, Rott and Inntal
and servants who died around January 8, 1706 in the "Battle of Aidenbach" by the Imperial-Austrian
occupying forces have been mercilessly massacred on these surrounding hills and valleys.
The massacre of Aidenbach began on Christmas Day 1705 in the "Sendlinger Murder Christmas" (Munich)
the defeat of the Oberländer (Upper Bavarian peasants) by the Austrians.
Both disputes belong to the so-called War of the Spanish Succession, which took place between 1701 and 1714
around the vacant Spanish royal throne between the ruling houses of Bavaria and France on the one hand
and Austria and England on the other hand. After the Battle of Höchstädt (near Ingolstadt)
in August 1704, in which the combined army of Bavaria and France was defeated by the Austrian alliance,
Austria set up a brutal occupying regime in Bavaria. With shameful oppression,
ruthless forced recruitment and oppressive tax burdens one has
the native population of old Bavaria gagged in an intolerable way.
These people suffered the worst humiliation, namely the disregard for their dignity and freedom
by a hated foreign rule. So it finally came in 1705/1706 to a popular uprising
Bavarian country dwellers near Sendling and Aidenbach, to a life-and-death struggle.
Here on the hills on and around the Handlberg almost exclusively with scythes, flails and
Iron hedgehogs armed peasants on January 8, 1706 under General von Kriechbaum from Egglham
Imperial-Austrian army advancing in precise military formation.
When the peasants were abandoned by their military leader in the face of the armed superiority,
chaos ensued. The Lower Bavarians were now completely at the mercy of the enemy's brutality.
According to the chroniclers, the slaughter, in which the fleeing farmers died, lasted from midday to evening
have been cut down mercilessly.
An hour's walk away, corpses covered the fields and meadows around Aidenbach.
Well over 3,000 of the approximately 7,000 rebellious farmers fell.
Most of them were buried in mass graves on the heights around the market town of Aidenbach.
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Wenn die Strohrollen (früher die Stroh-Ballen) nach der Getreideernte überall auf den Feldern liegen und die Sommersonne die Felder gnadenlos ausdörrt, dann ist die Zeit des Hochsommers. Ein Wunder, dass sich zwischen den Strohhalmen noch etwas Grün halten kann, denn der letzte Regen ist schon zu lange her. Zwar ziehen ab und zu einige dichtere Wolkenfelder durch, doch die erhoffte Abkühlung und Bewässerung bringen sie nicht mit. Aber zumindest ein typisches und richtig schönes Hochsommer-Foto ermöglicht diese Zeit.
When the straw rolls (formerly the straw bales) lie all over the fields after the grain harvest and the summer sun mercilessly parches the fields, then it is the time of midsummer. It is a miracle that some greenery can still survive between the straws, because the last rain was too long ago. Although some denser cloud fields pass through from time to time, they do not bring the hoped-for cooling and watering. But at least a typical and really beautiful midsummer photo is possible this time of year.
Si por algo se caracterizan nuestras incursiones en el Directo es porque el botín fotográfico es escaso en comparación con el esfuerzo realizado para obtenerlo. Para que la excursión sea más productiva, habitualmente hacemos varias fotos en un mismo punto con la intención de que entre ellas exista cierta diferencia. Por si acaso, siempre esperamos un tiempo (cinco años en este caso) para subirlas a Flickr sin que tengáis la sensación de que nos repetimos como el ajo. Tras hacer esta foto, aquel día nos acercamos a Aranda para comer y hacer tiempo a la espera de que el bobinero emprendiera el viaje de vuelta. En plena degustación de un estupendo bocadillo de jamón nos comunicaron por teléfono que, al ser fiesta local, el tren se había quedado en Aranda sin descargar y la locomotora había vuelto aislada a Bilbao con lo que, por enésima vez, la mala suerte se cebaba con nosotros sin piedad. No, si lo que no nos pase a nosotros no le pasa a nadie......
If our incursions in "El Directo" are characterized by something, it is because the photographic loot is scarce compared to the effort made to obtain it. To make the excursion more productive, we usually take several photos at the same point with the intention that there is a certain difference between them. Just in case, we always wait a while (five years in this case) to upload them to Flickr without you having the feeling that we repeat ourselves ad nauseam. After taking this photo, that day we went to Aranda to eat and wait for the freight to start the return trip. In the middle of tasting a wonderful ham sandwich, we were told by phone that, as it was a local festival, the train had remained in Aranda without unloading and the locomotive had returned isolated to Bilbao, so that, for the umpteenth time, bad luck was taking over with us mercilessly. No, if what doesn't happen to us doesn't happen to anyone...
Ene mene muh und draus bist du. Draus bist du noch lange nicht, musst erst sagen wie alt du bist. Ahem, eh, 79. 79 ist kein Wort, und du musst fort.
Fuji X-Pro3. Nursery counting rhymes can be absolutely merciless!
When it comes to the future, even if it serves to represent the past and the present, the French are merciless ...
wenn es um die Zukunft geht, auch wenn sie dazu dient Gegenwacht und Vergangenheit darzustellen, sind die Franzosen gnadenlos ...
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in the narrow streets of valencia, light carves the world into fragments. she walks alone, draped in memories, her shadow long and stretched, reaching for the past. benches stand empty, waiting for conversations that never happened. the air is still. the sun is merciless. time moves, but she doesn’t.
Mapoutahi Headland, site of a fortified Maori pa about 19 years before Capt Cook came to NZ.
That night in 1750, with the snow eighteen inches deep and all the hillside quiet Chief Toaka sent out a scout to ascertain if the palisades were defended. The scout returned to say that it was guarded. Not satisfied, Taoka himself crept silently to the palisade and discovered that the "guards" were just dummies hanging from the wooden walls and moving when the wind caught them.
Taoka and his men silently scaled the palisade and cautiously arranged themselves among the whares (houses). Suddenly the blood-curdling war-cry of the invaders roused the sleeping tribe and, dazed by sleep, as they stumbled from their beds, they fell victims to the meres (clubs) of the enemy. Altogether, 250 were mercilessly slaughtered, and only one or two escaped by rushing to the cliff edge and throwing themselves 60 feet or 70 feet into the sea.
As day dawned the rising sun revealed a ghastly sight. The victims had been piled in a huge heap and covered in places with snow they resembled a huge pile of wood. So they named the place Purakaunui, meaning “a large pile of wood.”
Taoka was avenging the killing of his son.
edited from RK MacFalane in
NEW ZEALAND RAILWAYS MAGAZINE, VOLUME 13, ISSUE 11 (JANUARY 1, 1939)
The small neighborhood pond I frequent has plenty of snowy and great egrets. They come from a group of nesting trees a half mile aways where flocks of both kinds hang out squawking and flying around in a lively cacophony of calls and shouts. The trees have dozens of birds perched at all levels, preening, fighting, flying between trees and perches. They commute back and forth to the pond to feed on crayfish and minnows. They are at ease wading in water, in the air and on land. Incredible hunters with rattlesnake quick strikes. The Greats are more chill and go long periods without moving and suddenly a strike and big crayfish slides down its long throat. The snowys are a lot more frenetic, thrashing around, stabbing and stabbing harvesting small fish with every other strike. I see them fishig together often like two fly fisherman sharing a stream. I have too many pictures of them already but I always take more. They are beautiful birds, once hunted mercilessly for their feathers used in ladies hats. They have bounced back nicely since then.
Habibi: means darling in Arabian.
I love the sound of this word.
A Just Joey Rose from the garden, it had been raining on and off, the wind was blowing this beauty mercilessly about, I took pity on it, and brought it in, before it was damaged.
"Just Joey" is a Hybrid Tea Rose and has a fruity fragrance (to me it smells like ripe raspberries mmmmmm) which wafts from large ruffled salmon blooms, once opened.
This superstar rose is from England. Just Joey roses were inducted into the Hall of Fame by the World Federation of Rose Societies in 1994.
The flowers are well-formed with large, high-centred buds, supported by long, straight and upright stems. Each blousy flower can grow to 8-12.5 cm wide.
Hybrid Teas are the world's most popular type of rose by choice due to their colour and flower form.
With their long stems, it gives them the advantage, over others, as cut flowers.
Most shrubs tend to be very upright, reaching up to 1.8 metres and are recurrent-flowering (flowering constantly during the season, unlike wild dog roses that flower once).
Have a wonderful day, and thank you for your time and comments, M, (*_*)
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In its exhausting 355 route miles between Anchorage and Fairbanks, the Alaska Railroad strikes through the heart of the 49th State's scenic beauty as its twin parallel steel rails punch through broad valleys dominated by the imposing peaks of Denali and wind along the path carved by the Nenana River that enables the railroad to conquer the formidable terrain emblematic of the Last Frontier. Peering around the upcoming bend, this northbound Fairbanks-bound 130N freight is staring down a traversal of Healy Canyon, a mere 5 miles in length but a daunting 5 miles at that, crammed rocky confines and treacherously steep walls carved mercilessly by the Nenana's torrential flows, the last obstacle in Alaska Railroad's scenic northbound experience over the Alaska Range and through the eastern premises of Denali National Park. The canyon will usher the train out of the tight, twisting confines of the mountain pass and onto top speed running over straight, flat tundra terrain, where the train's three hefty SD70MACs will spool up their motors and begin to make time after numerous delays put it into rare off-schedule summer morning daylight hours over this northerly portion of the railroad.
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A few years ago, on a Saturday evening we drove to Harrogate, a pleasant spa town to the south-east of the Yorkshire Dales, famous for its tea shops (like Betty’s), flower shows, Turkish baths, antique shops and gardens.
A very 'oldy worldy' place with a particular atmosphere.
Once a year in this huge green, the rows of trees lining the paths explode in splendour, the cherry trees.
They criss-cross the lovely lush grassy fields.
The first time we came across them... we were too late.
The next year... some trees had been chopped because of disease, leaving huge gaps...
The next year we forgot...
The next year it was a dreadful Spring with late frost, the blossoms hardly came out, a merciless storm threw them to the ground...
The next year we kept hearing on the news that although the money had been raised and the young trees planted to restore this visual feast, some vandals came and cracked the saplings...
Last year we forgot again…
This year, WE MADE IT!!!
The sky had been a milky soft box the whole day, but I sensed a glimmer of 'more', as everyone went home, the 'sun' came out gently for a while.
It was wonderful, the tender full blossoms ever so gently swaying in the warm evening light, walking in wonderland, so beautiful… so fleeting.
The next day it was windy, across from our house; the neighbours have a Cherry tree… most of the petals now a pink carpet on the ground… grab it while it's there!
Just a few of the images I came home with, a flavour of the opulence with which I was surrounded, what a feast for all the senses.
Have a glorious day and thank you, M, (*_*)
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Isaiah 30:14 “It will break in pieces like pottery, shattered so mercilessly that among its pieces not a fragment will be found for taking coals from a hearth or scooping water out of a cistern.”
Norman Thomas: “The American people will never knowingly adopt socialism. But, under the name of ‘liberalism,’ they will adopt every fragment of the socialist program, until one day America will be a socialist nation, without knowing how it happened.”
There’s a certain thrill in the hunt—one that doesn’t involve words, but whispers caught between glances across a dimly lit bar. Tonight, I am the bait, and this web of black lace is my net.
The Ida Outfit is not for the faint of heart—it’s for the woman who knows the danger of her own allure. Its silhouette hugs with merciless precision: the mesh tee clings like a whispered secret, framing the crimson bra that dares to show more than it conceals. The panties curve into promise, while the delicate chain at my hip spells out what every man is already thinking—GODDESS.
The netting is my weapon. Every man who catches sight of it seems to stumble into it—entrapped by curiosity, ensnared by the suggestion of what lies beneath. There’s a history to this design—a modern echo of punk’s rebellion and burlesque’s tease. It’s where the anarchy of London’s 1980s mesh meets the seduction of Parisian lingerie couture. A marriage of power and sin.
But Ida is more than its silhouette. Its HUD is a siren’s treasure chest—offering endless customization for the mood I intend to summon. I can choose from rich velvets and electric hues, silky sheers and glossy metallics. Each piece—Top, Tee, Shorts, Bra, Panty, and Chain—can be worn separately, layered like intentions, or stripped away like inhibitions.
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Each color whispers a different story, each layer another invitation. I could have walked in as a fantasy—but tonight, I’m the one who catches them.
✨ Dare to weave your own web.
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♫ Until Dawn - What Could Possibly go Wrong ♫
"Oh shit!"
Looking over at Tupper, seeing the pain in her face Phil grimaced with her as he held the young woman up, "Damn, sorry Tup."
"No, no, it's my fault. If I weren't such a klutz. I've ruined this whole weekend."
"Nah, stop thinking like that" Tim said as he squeezed her hand, comforting her, holding her up on her right side.
"I think these totems mean something." Said Sophia from behind the three as she looked the figure up and down, her flashlight cutting through the dark, cool air.
"You think genius?!" quipped Ash as she looked over another of the strange and ominous looking effigies.
"Oh shut the fuck up bitch, who are you anyway?! Your dumb ass barely makes it through school, and you're dissing the one genius you'll ever know? That's rich." retorted Jezebel, shining her flashlight in Ash's eyes for a moment before turning back to examine the totem that was erected along then narrow trail.
"Oh fuck you! Fuckin' Satanist!"
"I'm not a Satanist, you ugly cow! I'm a witch" responded Jezebel, to which Ash countered with a bellowing laugh. The others couldn't help but smile as well, except for Jez of course.
"Tim looked back over his shoulder, gazing mostly at Ash as it was clear she was being a bully. "Will you two both shut the fuck up! Jesus! We've got to find our way out of these damned woods. Tup's foot is super swollen."
Being reminded of the seriousness of their situation seemed to settle the moment, minus some low grumbling as the squad continued to make their way down the path.
The leaves were wet from the dew and the night air was thickening with fog, which wasn't helping the situation. They could barely see the clouds over head through the thick branches and leaves that had not yet fallen from the forests' trees. And no one had said it out loud, but it felt like rain, which was the worst thing that could happen right now.
As he shined his light on the totem, Shadow shook his head. Then brought it light up toward the trees over head. "Damn, this shit's thick in here. If we could just see the stars, maybe it would help us find our way out."
Looking back over his shoulder, holding Tupper's hand, Phil smiled at his friend. "What, you Daniel Boon now? Gonna get us out of here with your survival skills, buddy?"
Shadow chuckled, "No brah, I'm out of my element here. But I bet Sophia could get us out of here if she could see that north star. Hell, I wouldn't even know what it looks like."
Jezebel responded as she continued down the path, shining her light on the totems as they passed by. "That's right! We should be headed south to get to the cars. If we could use the north star! Don't you think, Soph?"
Sophie nodded, adjusting the now heavy pack on her back. "Yeah, that's a great idea, actually. If we can find a break in these clouds and see some stars. But, these clouds, they look thick, and I get the feeling it's about to rain."
"Oh fuck, don't say that." Responded Ashley as she whimpered in disgust.
Sophie shrugged and smiled "Sorry, it's just, I mean it's true. I dunno."
"Nah, I know you're right. Hey, sorry about earlier, ok. I'm just tired and a little scared right."
"All good Ash, me too babes."
Tim looked up through what little he could see and then down the long lane. Squinting, he thought he could see a cabin or a shed or some sort of small building about 300 yards away. "Hey guys, I think I see a building or a house or something."
"Oh, thank God!" shouted Ashley. She looked over at Jez and stuck her tongue out at her.
Jez didn't say a word, only rolled her eyes and shook her head in response as she peered down the long path, barely catching the outline of some sort of structure. "Yeah, I think I see it too! Maybe someone's there and maybe they've got a landline. I still can't get any reception. Have the rest of you checked lately?"
Everyone checked their phones and shook their head's, grumbling to themselves. Continuing on, as a gust of wind rustled the leaves in the trees that surrounded the group, they concentrated on the silhouette, hoping for the best.
"Well, at least it could be a place to rest up, and we could take a look at my foo....." Tupper's voice trailed off as she tilted her head,listening intensely.
Phil noticed first, looking over at her. "What is it, Tup?"
"I heard something. Listen! Can you hear that?"
They all listened closely for several seconds then shook their heads, snickering.
"Hey, looks like Tup's the Daniel Boone in this crew, Phil." Jested Shadow from behind them.
"Oh kay Oh kay, whatever. I swore I could hear something, though. I sounded like breathing or a growl or someth.... Fuck!! I know I heard it that time, guys. C'mon! Don't tell me y'all can't hear that?!"
They all listened earnestly trying to hear whatever it was that was alarming her. Tup, was fun loving and normally the joker of their little squad, but she was visibly shaken and the trembling in her voice sounded legitimate.
It was Sophie who first heard it. "I hear it! Where is that coming from?"
Ray looked over at her, shaking his head, shrugging before his eyes widened. "Holy fuck! What is that?"
Ash turned a bit, looking over at Ray. She squinted through the light fog, shining her light at him.
Realizing her light was right on his face she giggled and started to apologize, "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to ... HOLY SHIT!"
Tim, Tupper, and Phil all looked back over at Ash, and so did Jez. "What! What Ash?!!"
Sophie and Shadow started to scream. "Fuck sake! Go y'all go!!" Ash's torchlight's long cone trembled in the darkness, casting a light on the monster as she stood there paralyzed with fear.
Looking back, Tim, Tupper, and Phil gasped gazing at the creature, its great antlers knocked the leaves off the trees above and around it. It was big and it was coming!
Phil quickly hurled Tup over his shoulder and screamed to the others, "Run!! Run to that house!!"
Tim quickly curled his arm about Ash, pulling her out of her shock. "C'mon Ash! Run! Run to the house!!"
Seeing Ashley safe, Tim slowed to let Phil and Tupper catch up to him. "I'll try to pull it off you guys!"
"No! Don't do it, Tim! Run to the house!" Phil exclaimed.
Disregarding his friend's pleas, Tim ran off into the woods, Tupper watching him disappear into the trees. What she saw after that caused her to scream as she hung over Phil's shoulder.
"Oh my God!!"
About 100 yards away she could see leaves flying, small trees and saplings falling over as something huge cut through the forest towards Tim. The trunks and branches cracked, sounding like gunfire in the cold dark of the forest.
"Phil! Something is breaking the trees down, moving to Tim!"
"Goddammit! Just hold on, we're almost there. We'll get him!" Phil could hear the monster gaining on him. Its feet pounded into the damp earth so hard he could feel the ground shake as he ran as hard as he could.
At the house, Shadow hurled himself toward the door forcing it open and helped the girls inside then rushed back toward Phil and Tup, gasping when he saw the trees and brush just a few hundred yards away breaking off weirdly in another direction.
"Oh my God!" Shadow yelled out when he saw the huge just a few feet away from Phil and Tupper burst out of the woods like a raging bull.
"Phil he's coming!" Tupper screamed. Her fear caused her to wiggle around under his strong arm and in his desperation he yelled at her. "Stop moving. Don't look Tup! Don't look at it!"
She closed her eyes, squinting, praying for help as she felt the beast hot breath against her face and the first drops a cold rain.
Under her, Phil panted and strained, folding his arm around her legs so tight it hurt. As they got closer to what turned out to be a small cabin, she screamed when Shadow literally hurled his body into them both, pushing them over onto the dusty floor in the cabin just as the monstrosity reached to snatch them up.
Phil and Shadow scrambled to close the heavy door, as the monster screeched out, circling the small enclosure.
Jezebel screamed out as she and Ashley held onto each other crying. "What the fuck is that?!! What the fuck!"
Tupper groaned in pain, thankful to be alive, panting as her ankle and foot throbbed mercilessly.
She scooted over to the other girls, holding her injured leg and wailed out,
"We've got to get Tim!"
Shadow looked at Phil. "Where's Tim?"
Bent over, panting, sweating profusely and trying to catch his breath, he looked up at Shadow and shook his head. "I dunno. He, ah, he headed out to try to get it off us. I tried to stop him, but he just ran.
All of a sudden, they heard Tim screaming.
The cabin went silent as they remained motionless and terrified. They could only hear each other breathing before he screamed again, his voice cutting through the rainy, dark night.
And then everything stopped and there was nothing.
They each lowered their heads, all silent, save for the gargling and growling from the creature just outside the door.
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Well, this is the last of my Halloween pics this year. It's been so much fun. I don't normally put out so many, but I kept getting ideas right! lol
I want to thank so many people who were so gracious and kind to me, giving me their time to create these. We had a lot of fun. I still didn't get everyone in these like I wanted to, but Christmas is right around the corner!
Anyway, thank you all and thank everyone who looks at my stuff and gives me a fave. I really appreciate it.
The actors in this adventure are:
and me. :)
🍦 Summer Melts & Wicked Drips 🍦
The sun is merciless, my popsicle even more so. It’s melting faster than I can keep up, dripping down across my chest, sending shivers as the chill collides with the heat of my skin. Each drop teases, lingering in places far too sensitive to ignore. Suddenly, this isn’t just ice cream—it’s temptation in its sweetest form.
That’s the mood of the Gioia Outfit by Cosmos Apparel—an ensemble designed for indulgence, play, and those deliciously messy little moments that blur the line between innocence and provocation.
✨ Styling & Intimate Details
The Gioia makes even a melting popsicle look like couture:
* bikini-style top cut daringly to frame every drip-worthy curve
* barely-there panties with sultry strap detail
* ️ flirty skirt that dances with the breeze, whispering secrets with every step
* each piece wearable separately, letting you decide how much of the fantasy to reveal
🎨 HUD Indulgences (for Outfit and Popsicle)
With the 20-color Fatpack HUD, I can match every mood to every melt:
* Cherry Temptation – bright and playful
* Lick Me Lime – tangy, bold, impossible to resist
* Midnight Chocolate Sin – rich, slow, and sinful
* Blueberry Bite – cool and unexpected
* Strawberry Seduction – sweetly dangerous
The outfit shifts with me, the popsicle too—because sometimes the flavor of the tease is just as important as the tease itself.
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Because summer isn’t really about staying clean—it’s about giving in to the heat, savoring the melt, and deciding who gets to enjoy the drips when they fall.
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✨ Go on… it’s melting. Don’t you want a taste?
Ravens
They screech
And fight
And scream mercilessly hard, earsplitting
Plunder trash cans
Shredding garbage bags
Do not indulge each other, relentless
Hurling nuts on the street
Knowing about the traffic
That reveals the content for them, ingenious
From one treetop to another
In an impatient manner
Scratching sounds pound the air, apocalyptic
Until the sky darkens
And that takes on its color
And there is silence, spooky
From Norrøn Mytologi.
Rán rises from the deep, cold and relentless.
She casts her net to claim the drowned and the lost.
Gold gleams in her grasp, torn from broken ships.
The sea obeys her silent, merciless will.
In her depths, no cry is ever heard again. ChatGPT
a mythical creature with the head of a human, the body of a lion, and the wings of an eagle.
In Greek tradition, the sphinx is a treacherous and merciless being with the head of a woman, the haunches of a lion, and the wings of a bird. According to Greek myth, she challenges those who encounter her to answer a riddle, and kills and eats them when they fail to solve the riddle. This deadly version of a sphinx appears in the myth and drama of Oedipus.
In Egyptian mythology, in contrast, the sphinx is typically depicted as a man (an androsphinx (Ancient Greek: ανδρόσφιγξ)), and is seen as a benevolent representation of strength and ferocity, usually of a pharaoh. Unlike Greek or Levantine/Mesopotamian ones, Egyptian sphinxes were not winged.
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beneath the cathedral-like ribs of the ciudad de las artes y las ciencias, a small story unfolds. the mother, standing still, frames the scene with her phone. a child runs toward the father, the other already within reach. he bends down, arms opening, ready to gather them close.
it’s a moment of intimacy, framed by cold precision. the architecture is towering, mathematical, almost merciless in its symmetry. yet this fragile family moment – soft, fleeting – defies it all.
the starkness of black and white strips the image of distraction, leaving only the contrast. the human, the monumental. the personal, the grand. it’s a scene where time feels slowed, yet you know it passed in an instant.
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"Sharing lifes post"
This was one of the last images I took of both Little Owls together. One of them went missing in action, (I'm 90% sure it's the one on the right that disappeared, and I think it's the male) Not really surprising as I saw loads of trail cam clips, day and night, with him defending his family valiantly against all sorts of invaders..... Magpies, Jackdaws, Crows, Grey Squirrels, Tawny Owls, all having a pop at him, sometimes mercilessly !!
The female (I think) has gone on in the last couple of months feeding (with a little supplementary live mealworm feeding by me) and now has three Owlets out of the box... she's done well.
Is this the most beautiful mountain I've seen in the Alps? The answer is: "Yes! Undoubtedly".
Nothing can compete with the charm of the Matterhorn (4.478 m), here admired in its majestic wall facing west, under the merciless and blinding light of the glaciers. The Stockji glacier to be exact.
Unfortunately, this point of view is not just "around the corner" otherwise I would always be there photographing this natural wonder.
Article and photos about Matterhorn West Face
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Schleiervermeidung bei Zweibad-Lith
Die beiden speziellen Entwicklerkonzentrate (Siena und Catechol) für farbigere Bildtöne nach Lith sind angesäuert um sie für Jahre haltbar zu machen. Sie benötigen also wie der Lithentwickler ein Alkali, um sie zu aktivieren, wobei dann noch keine sonderlich farbige Entwicklung stattfindet. Erst der Zusatz von Ammoniumchlorid verursacht eine höhere Farbigkeit als die, die schon im Lithentwickler entsteht. Bei der Mischung der drei Komponenten sollte ein pH-Wert zwischen 9.5 und 10 erreicht werden. Bei einer gegebenen Menge von Entwicklerkonzentrat (z.B. Pyrocatechol 20ml auf 800-1000ml Wasser) werden etwa 10-15ml Lith B zur Aktivierung benötigt. Wird auch Ammoniumchlorid zugesetzt, sollte die Menge zunächst nur bei etwa 10ml (oder weniger) liegen wobei der Bedarf an Alkali dann auf 20-30ml steigt. Das Mischungsverhältnis und die Verdünnung mit Wasser ist für jedes Papier leicht durch eigene Versuche zu ermitteln. Bei einem ersten Versuch sollte besonderes Augenmerk auf einen eventuell vorhandenen Schleier beim unbelichteten Bildrand gerichtet werden. Ein leichter Schleier mag tolerabel sein, oder wird nicht unbedingt sofort erkannt. Ist jedoch eine Selen-, Gold- oder Schwefeltonung vorgesehen, kann es zu einer bösen Überraschung kommen, denn diese Toner verstärken gnadenlos jeden noch so schwachen Schleier. Bei einer zu hohen Menge von Ammoniumchlorid und Alkali nimmt der weiße Bildrand eine schwach gelbliche Farbe an. Sollte dies der Fall sein, ist ein Zusatz von Antischleiermittel erforderlich. Von Lith D (1+4 verdünnt) werden dann 0,5 ml bis 3 ml pro Liter Entwickler benötigt um den Schleier zu unterdrücken.
Preventing fogging with two-bath lith process
The two special developer concentrates (Siena and Catechol) for more colourful image tones after lith development are acidified to make them last for years. Like the lith developer, they require an alkali to activate them, although no particularly colourful development takes place at this stage. Only the addition of ammonium chloride causes a higher colour intensity than that already produced in the lith developer. When mixing the three components, a pH value between 9.5 and 10 should be achieved. For a given amount of developer concentrate (e.g. 20 ml of pyrocatechol in 800-1000 ml of water), approximately 10-15 ml of Lith B is required for activation. If ammonium chloride is also added, the amount should initially be only about 10 ml (or less), in which case the alkali requirement increases to 20-30 ml. The mixing ratio and dilution with water can be easily determined for each paper by conducting your own tests. During the first test, particular attention should be paid to any fogging that may be present at the unexposed edge of the image. A slight fogging may be tolerable or may not be immediately noticeable. However, if selenium, gold or sulphur toning is planned, this can lead to an unpleasant surprise, as these toners mercilessly intensify even the slightest fogging. If the amount of ammonium chloride and alkali is too high, the white image edge takes on a faint yellowish colour. If this is the case, an anti-fogging agent must be added. Lith D (diluted 1+4) is then required in quantities of 0.5 ml to 3 ml per litre of developer to eliminate the fogging.
Portrait of Tommaso Inghirami is an oil painting by Italian artist Raphael. Painted ca. 1509, it exists in two copies, one of which is in display in the Palatina Gallery of Palazzo Pitti in Florence and the other in the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. Known for its realism and attention to detail, the image is reminiscent of works by Hans Holbein the Elder, by whom Raphael may have been influenced in its execution. Stylistically, it relates to Raphael's Portrait of Agnolo Doni, ca.1506, in what Claudio Strinati described in 1998 as its "merciless clarity."
The subject of the painting, Tommaso Inghirami, was a friend of Raphael's, a prelate nicknamed Phaedra following a skillful exhibition of Latin poetry improvisation during a performance of Seneca's Phaedra wherein he carried the title role. A popular orator and actor, Tommaso Inghirami had strabismus. According to 2005's Cambridge Companion to Raphael, the piece is "the first likeness into which Raphael introduced the concept of movement", in the twist of his body as he contemplates his composition. By means of this device, Raphael focused attention away from his subject's disfigurement
This red-tailed hawk was being mercilessly bullied by the robin. The attack was totally unprovoked. The hawk was just chilling there, possibly trying to get settled for the night as the sky slowly turned a glowing orange hue @ 8:10pm.
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From Bolton abbey a pleasant riverside walk leads upstream to the Strid, a notorious stretch of water where the river Wharfe is forced into a deep and narrow channel.
In the past foolhardy visitors have tried to jump across the roaring chasm, failure is invariably fatal, as there is no recorded incident of anyone having survived a fall into the thundering waters which mercilessly sucks it's victims into the underwater caves and eroded tunnels which lie underneath this rocky channel.......Best move on.
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Tattoo: Churchburn Tattoos
Earrings: - sc - Lucky Cat Weight
Neckfade: Muu~ Lelutka Evo X Simple Neck Fade Opaque
Horns: - Vermilion - Doki Doki Horns
Lashes: Void - Flutter Lashes
Neck fade: Muu~ Lelutka Evo X Simple Neck Fade Opaque
Shoes:.STOIC. [ Reborn ] . MERCILESS PLATS
Sevilla's famous "Setas" or Metropol Parasol serving a single guy as proper protection against the merciless Andalusian sun
Even thougfh there are no ducks visible in this photo, believe me, there are ducks around, and the hound knows it. If I don't move in quickly with the leash, he'll be into the the water and after them. Of course, he stands no chance of ever catching one, but it's nevertheless irritating to watch him swimming around stupidly while the ducks taunt him mercilessly.