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Body: Legacy Classic
Head: Noel Lelutka EvoX
Skin:[theSkinnery] Ruya (LeLutkaEVOX)
Nose Deformer: Influence
Hair:. Rama Salon - Kim Jen Hair
Cheek: Gloom. - Face Enhancer - 60% - Highlighter Cheeks
Body Skin: Luna Body by The Skinnery
Eyeshadows: DeeTaleZ MU *Liquid Eyes - Mint* for Lel EVOX
Eyeshadows 2: Dalila New Year Eyeshadow Kit LeL EvoX
Eyelashes: Influence - Poupee Lashes
Eyebrows: Sigrid by Arte
Earrings and choker: SIGMA Spine choker & earrings
Top: LEROY - Kate Top
Pants: LEROY - Kate Pants
Pose: FoxCity Stand Classy 1
Adds- On:
Lipstick: [avarosa] Lips Addon 8
Teeth: Avarosa
Pores: Izzie's - Face Pores & Capillaries (LeLutka Evo X BOM)
Forehead Veins: Izzie's - Forehead Veins (Evo X & regular BOM)
Forehead Highlight Corrector: Izzie's - Forehead Highlight Corrector (Evo X BOM)
Temple Veins: Izzie's - Temple Veins (Evo X BOM)
Face Imperfections: Izzie's - LeL Evo X - Blemishes, Izzie's - LeL Evo X - Pimples, Izzie's - LeL Evo X - Freckles
Neck Freckles: Izzie's - Neck Freckles (LeLutka Evo X)
Eyebags:.MILA. Exhausted Eye Bags [EVOX BOM] TONE 02
. . . On my 4 hour rain soaked Wildlife Tour near Denali NP, I did see a mushroom I had heard about, but never personally found. This distinctive red cap with white pimples is Amanita muscaria, commonly known as the fly agaric or fly amanita, and very poisonous! Interesting that it grows near conifers, as seen here!
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A rainy day in Greenock, on my way to Glasgow I had a wonderful experience in the coach.
Our tour guide entered the coach, she told us so many interesting things about Greenock, river Clyde and interesting stories about the area around.
Suddenly she talks about a well-known traditional scottish song and started singing....nobody expected she`s a wonderful singer as well...
...a goose pimples moment.
Listen to this version of ...
from the top of Cromer church tower. Another splendid view through a parapet opening, captured by Granddaughter Lauren. 171 stone steps to reach the top.
The small 'pimple' dead center on the horizon is Beeston Bump/Hill here at Sheringham.
An Ace capture maybe, well inverted, ohh, have a heart 💖.
Banana chin..Taxi door ears, cockeyed, blackheads, pimples and pox marks
My avy is perfectly imperfect..just like her owner..and...
SO WHAT?..
I keep the heart pretty doh♥
The response from Ali was not unexpected. Much as she might admire the view from the top of a mountain, getting there without the aid of a helicopter seemed liked a lot of unnecessary effort, especially when there was rain in the forecast. She would spend the afternoon exploring the charity shops in Crickhowell, while I got whatever it was out of my system by walking up to the summit and back, via the halfway house of Table Mountain that is. Not the famous one that overlooks the southern tip of Africa – you’d worked that out already, hadn’t you? – but the rather more modest lump at the edge of the Brecon Beacons. At seven hundred and nine metres above sea level, I’m probably pushing it with you hardened outdoor types by calling Pen Cerrig-Calch a mountain, a claim all the more audacious given that the grassy plateau on top of the neighbour with the famous name is a mere pimple by comparison. Four hundred and fifty-one metres to sit at the Table if you were wondering.
We squeezed Brenda into the one remaining space large enough to accept her in the car park behind the town centre, a feat made all the more interesting by the fact I’d decided to break out with the ramps in an attempt to level her up. Ever tried making a cup of tea at a fifteen degree angle? No, I didn’t want to try that either. And while she now boasts a fridge that would work perfectly well whilst parked on the slopes of the mountain I was about to commune with, this was in the days of the gas powered affair that would give up the ghost at the merest hint of an incline.
After a brief lunch, we set off across the car park in our own separate directions, Ali heading for an afternoon of abandonment to see how many second hand clothes she could amass with a fiver and still return with change, while armed with Haribo and various other essential snacks, I made my way to the northern end of the town and the quiet lane that led uphill towards the farmyard where the mountain path across the fields began. In that farmyard stood a bull displaying his masculinity in no uncertain terms, and considering discretion to be the more sensible option in the pursuit of a slightly longer life, I carried on along the lane to a narrow mud strewn track between the boundaries of two fields before eventually finding my way back to where I needed to be.
With large and potentially unfriendly beasts out of sight and sound behind me, I lifted my heels and followed the trail, entering a woodland space which followed the brook that tumbled down towards the town from the high ground. For now the sun blazed through a mass of white and grey cloud, smiling over me as I arrived at a grassy high meadow on the other side of the brook. And from here the fun started, clambering across a narrow, rutted trail and wet ground, bumping into the very occasional party of hikers as I gained more height. In time I arrived at an expanse of open ground filled with orange bracken, the halfway house just above me offering a perfect view of the wonderfully symmetrical Sugar Loaf Mountain to the south. And again, if you’re keeping up, I hadn’t somehow magically been transported to Rio de Janeiro. This one watches over Abergavenny, our touchstone gateway into the Brecon Beacons with its welcoming Aldi opposite the big car park and its splendidly generous fish and chip shop.
For a while I sat on top of that grassy plateau, enjoying having the world entirely to myself as I chewed on a chocolate and nut filled bar before completing the meal with a small handful of Haribo and a swig of water from the bottle. This moment, now more than eighteen months ago was only a week after I’d finally hung up my abacus for good and left the rat race. The sense of elation was heightened all the more in these beautiful mountainside moments as an entire new world of possibilities opened up in front of me. Now I gazed up towards the eminence to the north, the trig point out of sight somewhere above the huge orange swathe between us. The adventure was only halfway done and there was more to discover on this day of moody skies and glowing sunshine.
As I came down off the plateau to continue further up the slope, I looked across the landscape to the west, and the Glanusk Estate where we were staying in the van. At the edges of the grey summits beyond, I could see it coming towards me at a gathering pace. Transfixed, I watched as a sheen of silver moved across the landscape, and while I knew my waterproofs were about to be well tested, I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the elements at work. For five, maybe ten minutes I stood by what I hoped would soon be a protective wall, the fiercely yellow fields in front of me contrasting the darkening clouds above the hinterland, bright sunshine competing with grim shadows for supremacy over the landscape. While I was able to, I used the camera to catch these moments, fully in the knowledge that I’d come equipped with the light walkabout lens that lacks the weather proofing features of the others.
Further up the slopes the weather worsened, and by the time I found the trig point the views across the world had disappeared, leaving me only with the path back to Crickhowell and nothing else to see. Still, I had plenty more Haribo to keep me company. That always makes everything seem better. Later I did get to witness the Sugar Loaf once more, with a rainbow added for good measure as I made my way back towards the brook and the fields I’d crossed four hours earlier. And now with the lane almost in sight, the path was blocked by not one, nor two, but three muscled and morose looking steers, each of them sporting long twisty horns upon which I had no desire to be impaled. As I approached, the nearest one came closer to the path and glared in my direction, raking his hooves along the ground to make sure I’d got the message. I relented, retracing my footsteps to that narrow track between the fields once more.
Ali looked almost as grumpy as those steers. Not because I was even later than I said I’d be, but more to do with having learned that not everywhere is quite like her local stomping ground at home when it comes to charity shops. Just yesterday she showed me a pair of her favourite brand of shoes, liberated from one of her usual haunts for a price that almost constituted shoplifting. But here in the border market town, nothing of interest was available for under fifteen quid. Even up there in the rain, faced down by irritable cattle and forced down rutted tracks full of puddles, it seemed I’d had a better time of it. In fact I’d had a grand time of it on those rugged slopes, watching the weather race silently across the valley and the shining yellow pastures, before dousing me with its contents. An afternoon well spent I’d say.
Southwest view of the Pocono Plateau, Monroe County, from Pimple Hill (elevation approximately 2212 feet [674 meters]).
Topography accounts for the unflattering name. The hill forms a rounded, prominent rise on the otherwise mostly level Pocono Plateau.
Teenage years are hard enough without having to go through the emotional upset of severe acne. Luckily, technology has advanced to a point where acne laser treatments can all but erase the signs of acne.
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Teenage years are hard enough without having to go through the emotional upset of severe acne. Luckily, technology has advanced to a point where acne laser treatments can all but erase the signs of acne.
Cosmopolitan Skin Care Solutions
Philadelphia, PA 19107
Playing around with OCF again. It's a bit addicting :) A lot more time and thought has to go into a shot but it (usually) produces pretty unique results.
I did a similar shot in my 1st 365 with one flash (triggered with the onboard flash). This time the SB600 was placed on the side of the sink triggered by the SB900 on camera. I'm wishing I used a smaller aperture to capture more of the splash though..
Squint your eyes and see the harmony of brown and gold protection as well as that threatening eye spot!
The 21 Caligo species are commonly known as Owl butterflies due to the owl-like false eyes and feathery appearance of the underside wings.
Various theories have been proposed to explain the presence of the huge eyespots that adorn the underside hindwings of all species. The butterflies rest on tree trunks for long periods of time and can be quite difficult to spot. But if they are accidentally disturbed they take immediate flight and could be mistaken for an owl if seen from below with open wings. When at rest, only one side of the wings can be seen and the appearance is not owl-like.
Another more rational likelihood is that the eyespot functions as a decoy. Caligo butterflies have a slow flapping flight so a bird could easily follow one to it's resting place. Once it has settled, the mottled patterning provides the butterfly with superb camouflage against the bark of a tree trunk, with only the eyespot remaining prominent. Birds don't normally aim for the head or body of a butterfly, but when the butterfly is well camouflaged they aim instead at the most obvious and prominent feature, which in this case is the eyespot.
The underside markings of most Caligo species are prone to variation, which causes confusion in identification. Caligo oileus occurs from Panama to Bolivia.
Caligo oileus, Pale Owl Butterfly
Wings of the Tropics, Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, Miami FL
Looking towards the lake from the hill they call the pimple, I noticed these three trucks all moving slowly with weight.
Teenage years are hard enough without having to go through the emotional upset of severe acne. Luckily, technology has advanced to a point where acne laser treatments can all but erase the signs of acne.
Cosmopolitan Skin Care Solutions
Philadelphia, PA 19107
The Cuillins. Glamaig in the Red Cuillin taken from Am Basteir in the Black Cuillin. Sligachan on the left and Raasay in the distance with the wee pimple that is Dun Caan. Kodachrome, 1995. Decided to rework this one in Lightroom in July 2020 for a cleaner edit.
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I haven't uploaded in forever, or even visited your Fickr in forever, and have offcially lost all of you. I'm sorry. I've been oh so busy with everything, and I always say this, but honestly, priorities come first. I have more important things to do before Flickr, and they must come before the little things. I hate to say all of this. I'm losing creativity, and 'followers' here on Flickr. But hopefully when I come back you'll be back too? Anyways, if not, it doesn't really matter. Now, I've decided to a little list of facts about me since I haven't done one of those in awhile.
1.Taking photos calms me down.
2.I adore New York Cheesecake, and would do almost anything for it.
3.I reeeeaaallly x2983904830425094589890584w983928498.. want a Nikon.
4.I feel like I'm losing my closest friends.
5.I am freaking scared for going into highschool.
6.I feel like I have let tons of people down.
7.I hate it how some people still can't trust me because of something that happened four years ago.
8.I wish I saw my dad more.
9.I want to get back into gymnastics sooo badly.
Medieval herbalists believed it could be used to treat liver diseases, and is still used in alternative medicine today. Other modern applications by herbalists include treatments for pimples, bronchitis and gout.
Flit lays down on the adjoined picnic tables in the basketball court with Dylain at lunch and listens to her explain the way that the earth smells after a storm.
Robotics class was Dylains best subject next to botany which is her real passion, but she got a kick out of the android and her ability to learn through shared experiences... she also thought that it was cute that she could pass for human and looked old enough to buy the smokes.
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BARRY MCGEE: ADVANCED MATURE WORK
Barry McGee opening at the RedCat.
The show was located at the Disney Music Hall in downtown.
Los Angeles, CA
September 14, 2007
Day 22/265
So for the 2nd day this week, the alarm didn't go off when it was meant to so, for the 2nd day this week, I haven't showered, and I've had to go to work. I just got home, I'm a sticky, sweaty, oily, eye-boogery mess. And now I have to go and do schoolwork *le sigh*
Amtrak's Phase IV heritage P42DC 184 leads the Boston section of the Lake Shore Limited 449 in West Springfield, MA.
This is the captain of your ship
Your heart speaking
We've run into a little storm
The boat's leaking
And if you haven't guessed
This is an SOS
If you still love her, answer: yes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2rPrEJAHPs
This is the captain of your ship
Your soul calling
You'd better turn yourself around
There's no stalling
You're running off your course
You've got your signals crossed
And now the compass points to love
You got to let him know that you need him
You got to let him know that you read him
You got to let him know that you love him now
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One of the few remaining YN2 EMDs, 8247, works Bayview Yard. The RCO box sticks out like a bad pimple on the rusty, faded nose.
The Helvellyn ridge behind with a snow covered Clough Head and the rocky pimple of Calfhow Pike. Sykes farm below the hause.
...at Beamish Museum in County Durham, represents the home of a well-to-do tenant farmer in the 1820s. Pockerley actually had a tenant farmer until 1990, when the hall was 'annexed' by the museum, opening to the public five years later following extensive development and restoration.
Pockerley (the name is derived from the Anglo-Saxon words 'pock' or 'pokor', meaning 'pimple' or 'bag-like', and 'ley', meaning a woodland clearing) has stood on its hilltop site for several centuries, the earliest record of a settlement dating from a rental survey for the Bishop of Durham in 1183, though its defensive attributes suggest that there could have been an Iron Age hill fort there. Pictured is the main farmhouse, or 'new' house – dating from the late 1700s! – with the adjoining (though never connected) mediaeval strong house, or 'old' house, to the right. In the foreground is the ornamental section of the Hall's terraced gardens.
This is a belated upload, following a lull in shooting that prompted me to trawl through my old photographs in search of any 'hidden gems' I might previously have passed over (as you do). The original colour shot pre-dates my acquisition of the Nik Collection, and I thought it was a good candidate for what has rapidly become my favourite preset in Silver Efex Pro: 'Antique Plate II', which I am still determined not to over-use! :-)