One from the back-catalogue. Not sure about the title but pinched it from the great Lucinda Williams, one of my all-time favourites. I think others did a song with this title as well.

For an immature Eagle a wonderful catch - if you enlarge this, you will see he has the fish right at water surface. It looks more like he didn't spear it rather pinched it between the two talons... but under water it probably does has a talon stuck through the fish.

The title of this image is pinched from the brilliant song by Stevie Winwood on the Traffic LP “Mr Fantasy” from 1967 . Check out the song its wonderful

youtu.be/pbVo5LlmrJY

We have had this clematis for years and I have not got a clue what its called. I cut it to the ground each February and by July it has grown ten feet up a trellis an easy if unnamed plant

THANKS FOR YOUR VISITING BUT CAN I ASK YOU NOT TO FAVE AN IMAGE WITHOUT ALSO MAKING A COMMENT. MANY THANKS KEITH. ANYONE MAKING MULTIPLE FAVES WITHOUT COMMENTS WILL SIMPLY BE BLOCKED

THIS CROW HAS JUST PINCHED THE OWLS VOLE.

What can I tell you about this walk. The frost pinched my nose. But my dog was really happy to play in that winter wonder land. And so I was singing all the time but he does a lot better:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIKt5p3UmXg

Hope you like my picture. I had a lot of fun taking this photo. Thanks a lot for all your comments, favs and awards.

*hugs* Ash

So this is what was on an outside seat at the Costa Coffee Shop in Stroud today when we went for a coffee, the dusty impression of some 'workpersons' bottom.....nice!!! So perfectly represented....almost down to the stitching......amazing.....anyway I thought I'd share it with my Flickr friends!!!! Have a chilled Sunday!!

Standard iPhone shot, slapped, tickled and pinched in Snapseed on iPad Pro!

Here's a shot of the chair from further away so you can get more of an idea what it looked like.....

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This Liberty is all that I request, neither a prisoner nor just a guest.

It pains me a lot, to see or to hear you in this fruitful dreamland...

A thousand times I pinched myself...Envy, cry of agony I showed love to thee,

Though can't love so dear.

Myself struck in times; and if my feelings die tomorrow.

Now I fear not of thee, but the feeling of leaving.

My Father, My Lord, My God am I more than a fool to give thee, my love?

If thou I know, a rich love enough to be loved.

Then my love's worthy, affection is edged in me and my mind hit so hard.

My heart as great, but then I see my feelings can be as thin as straw...

My strength is weak...

I was in love, but never loved T'was possible nor impossible...

Ease, says my mind...I hope I wouldn't be tamed again, I hope so...

they love you deny?

I don't want to mislead anyone...this was manipulated. I used "twist and pinch" to get this effect...the colors are real, the clouds are real. Then I enriched the the saturation very little.

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Stone’s Works for the Medieval Fantasy Fair

~~Pinched Front Snake skin Band CB Hat

~~Snake Charm Necklace

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adorsy

~~Emma Leather Jacket Brown

*Just BECAUSE*

~~Stacey Jeans-Black

Magika

~~Please

They called him 18 not because

of a sports player but because

When he first learned to count

He didn’t stop at 10 but went straight to 18

He could name 18 out of 88 constellations by heart

and he had waited until 18

Before he found the human he wanted to

Experience intimacy with.

He had 18 ways of dancing to a beat and

18 different beats to drum up.

He had 18 different cousins

in 18 different cities

And always took 18 deep breaths

when he accidentally pinched his pinky finger.

It took him 18 minutes to travel to Montmartre on scooter

and 18 seconds to recite the names of all his cats.

18 doesn’t believe in chronological time, though.

He doesn’t even really believe in

Difficult letters or arbitrary numbers.

Heck, even gender is a concept

Reality is an illusion

Told by an insidious Eleven and a

terrifying Twelve

Still, scooting across Paris the moment hits

an epiphany arrives

I am 18. I am not 17 or 19.

Definitely not 4!

And the roundness of the

S connecting from bottom to top

A one and then two funny circles like a

Unfinished SnowPerson without any arms

Takes over and all over again.

**All photos are copyrighted**

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I shall die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I've tasted blood and it is sweet

I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet

I've trusted lies and trusted men

Broke down and put myself back together again

Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters

Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger

I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

Come on little lady, give us a smile

No, I ain't got nothing to smile about

I got no one to smile for, I've waited a while for

A moment to say "I don't owe you a Goddamn thing"

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

No sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth

And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe

I've been polite, but won't be caught dead

Letting a man tell me what I should do in my bed

Keep my exes in check in my basement

'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent

I could play nice, or I could be a bully

I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

Come on little lady, give us a smile

No, I ain't got nothing to smile about

I got no one to smile for, I've waited a while for

A moment to say "I don't owe you a Goddamn thing"

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yes

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night

youtu.be/Q_dqfcvTZik

Today Northwest Germany was hit by heavy thunderstorms. My home town got just the perfect quantity of rain. Without obligations to water the garden I pinched (again) the scooter of my son to invade near by Lower Saxony. In the middle of nowhere I spotted this scene. Melle, Lower Saxony, Germany.

This shot is a symbol for a perfect balance. Hope that my dear friend with the orange hair will get sober one day to achieve something similar. May the cool waters of Canada have a healing effect.....

Tresspassers will be pinched!

youtu.be/0_fU6zwRpGs

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I shall die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I've tasted blood and it is sweet

I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet

I've trusted lies and trusted men

Broke down and put myself back together again

Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters

Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger

I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

Come on little lady, give us a smile

No, I ain't got nothing to smile about

I got no one to smile for, I've waited a while for

A moment to say "I don't owe you a Goddamn thing"

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

No sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth

And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe

I've been polite, but won't be caught dead

Letting a man tell me what I should do in my bed

Keep my exes in check in my basement

'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent

I could play nice, or I could be a bully

I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

Come on little lady, give us a smile

No, I ain't got nothing to smile about

I got no one to smile for, I've waited a while for

A moment to say "I don't owe you a Goddamn thing"

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yes

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night

J'aime bien l'effet vaporeux que produit la pose longue sur les feuilles avec le vent. C'était un essai.

Et cette fois je ne me suis pas fait pincer les doigts par le trépied.

I quite like the hazy effet of the long exposure on the leaves on this windy day. It was just a trial. And this time I didn't get my fingers pinched by the tripod.

I have posted quite a lot of historical images this month and I thought it would be good to have a change . However the water garden in this shot is also of some historical interest so not a complete shift from the past.

I was also trying out a new phone camera that I bought in March to see what it could do. This is pretty good as long as you do not zoom in too closely . It is just about straight out of the phone with only a little cropping . I did take the Nikon with me so I have some shots of the garden of better quality.

If you visit the twelfth century Fountains Abbey it is only a short walk along the river to the Studley Royal water gardens . The gardens were designed by John Aislabie in the early seventeenth century, they are a fine example of a Georgian water gardens

The Temple of Piety seen in the centre of the image is one of the many neo-classical buildings in Studley Royal. Like the Tower that you can also see these buildings were purely for decoration . I wonder how much stone at Studley Royal was pinched from Fountains Abbey

a bit more background

In the early 18th-century John Aislabie had great plans to impress visitors to his Yorkshire estate and so turned the wild and wooded valley of the river Skell into one of England’s most spectacular Georgian water gardens.

John Aislabie inherited the Studley Royal estate in 1693. He was a socially and politically ambitious man and became Chancellor of the Exchequer in 1718. Disaster struck his career in 1720 due to his part in the South Sea Bubble financial scandal and he was expelled from Parliament. It was then that John returned to Yorkshire and devoted himself to creating this ground-breaking garden. Inspired by the work of the great French landscape gardeners, the two gifted amateurs created the Water Garden with its formal, geometric design and extraordinary vistas; including the much photographed Temple of Piety.You can also find classical statues, follies and garden buildings carefully positioned within the landscape to discover and enjoy.

In 1767 William Aislabie purchased the Abbey ruins to complete the garden and create the ultimate vista. The climax of the garden is known as “The Surprise View” or “Anne Boleyn’s Seat”. “Surprise View” is an apt name as it gives an astonishing view of the Abbey ruins in the distance and was designed to cause a sharp intake of breath when visitors to the garden came across it.

Amazingly the garden you see today is little changed from the one that would have impressed Aislabie’s visitors 200 years ago.

THANKS FOR YOUR VISIT TO MY STREAM. I WOULD BE VERY GRATEFUL IF YOU COULD NOT FAVE A PHOTO WITHOUT ALSO LEAVING A COMMENT .

I've always wanted Ribe in my garden, so I pinched a bit off the bush down the road, and now it's I water on my kitchen windowsill.

Missing mum x

Rainy season and heavy overflowing of water push all sorts of marsh and pond animals off to the land. Just last year, I found a fish flipping up and down on our street, grabbed it barehanded and took it back to the pond. A turtle in the middle of the road and asked the ‘noodle man’ vendor's help to take it to the temple. A friend and I stopped the traffic to let the baby monitor lizard by and many more.

One morning on my way to work, I found this crab stuck on the side of a motorbike at the car park. I thought of helping it out to find its way back to the pond and fearing it would be run over by a vehicle, but obviously we got off at the wrong claw. When I was 7, I got pinched by a smaller crab and I could still remember the pain. Anyhow, managed to get a dustpan and a broom.....it was a happy ending for both us.

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Started looking for circles - there are lots about!

Pinched one of M's colanders from the kitchen and laid it on its side on a piece of white paper. Used just one lamp to see what would happen. Grabbed the nearest camera which happened to be my old 2003 Lumix that I had used this morning and for the first time set it to the macro setting.

One photo taken!

I had to do a bit of sharpening, used the 'curves' feature, and then produced a negative version - all of which I could possibly have done in-camera before I started if I had known what might result!

At least its different - not a great and recognisable colander but an abstract!

Panasonic Lumix FX1

she pinched my iPhone took some selfies. I only added a little bit of processing. I really like this picture (and not only because she is my daughter)....

Linus spends a lot of time outdoors and hides somewhere under the plants. His camouflage isn't as good as Fynn's or Sethi's but sometimes it's still not easy to find him. Today I had a vet appointment for Fynn and wanted to take Linus with me because he has some ugly fur mats which I wanted the vet to remove (Linus hates any contact with a brush or comb). It didn't work out as planned, though, because Linus was nowhere to be found, Fynn and I left the house alone. When we returned home, Linus sat on the terrace, all innocent but slightly too pleased with himself for my taste.

Sorry for not being very present on Flick at the moment. I have a pinched nerve in my neck and can hardly move. It won't be possible for me to catch up with all of your photos because the pinched nerve causes a terrible headache and I can't look at a computer screen for long.

A Gannet landing on the cliff top at RSPB Troup Head, Moray coast Scotland. Tail feathers pinched in feet rolled away so no airbrakes from the body just wings in fully rotated position for maximum lift which indicates minimum forward ground speed. The final drop from the sky is very imminent.

Please feel free to bowse my Explored photos and pictures:

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I spent this weekend travelling from one end of Yorkshire to the other doing various things. On the way to my friends at Hebden we drove over Greenhow one of the bleakest parts of the Dales National Park. Noticed this farmhouse that was covered with heavy dark clouds but at the valley bottom it was still catching a little sun, it seemed full of drama

Title pinched from Bob

THANKS FOR YOUR VISIT HAVE A GREAT DAY

To see keithhull's Most Interesting Photos on Flickriver

Aska takes a seat and it’s not even lunch time!!!

……And the rest pinched Pasties, Chips & Ice Creams😊!! Not really - just kidding, but St Ives is certainly a good place for getting them to do an obligatory fly past for a photo shoot……… Alan:-)

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©Alan Foster. All rights reserved. Do not use without permission.……

Despite my pinched nerve and headache I went to the wildlife park on Wednesday. Not a brilliant idea, I know, but I have never been good at taking it easy. I mainly went there because I hoped to see the wildcat kittens. And I took a monopod because I didn't want to hold the heavy camera all the time while waiting for the wildcats to show up. The visit wasn't as successful as I had hoped as I only managed a short glimpse on two of the kittens and could only take a few quick photos. At least this one appeared in the sunshine for a short moment. The wildcats enclosure is generally difficult for photogaphy, it's quite dark due to the dense vegetation and it has a triple wire-mesh fence, a nightmare for the autofocus.

Gannet coming in to land, tail feathers pinched in and feet rolled in also, minimal air brakes at this stage.

RSPB Troup head, the largest Great Northern Gannet colony in mainland Britain. Moray coast NE Scotland.

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Speak out for the victims of war atrocities in Gaza and worldwide.

Israel is synonymous with genocide.

- [ ] Haifa Massacre 1937

- [ ] Jerusalem Massacre 1937

- [ ] Haifa Massacre 1938

- [ ] Balad al-Sheikh Massacre 1939

- [ ] Haifa Massacre 1939

- [ ] Haifa Massacre 1947

- [ ] Abbasiya Massacre 1947

- [ ] Al-Khisas Massacre 1947

- [ ] Bab al-Amud Massacre 1947

- [ ] Jerusalem Massacre 1947

- [ ] Sheikh Bureik Massacre 1947

- [ ] Jaffa Massacre 1948

- [ ] Khan Yunis Massacre 1956

- [ ] Jerusalem Massacre 1967

- [ ] Sabra and Shatila Massacre 1982

- [ ] Al-Aqsa Massacre 1990

- [ ] Ibrahimi Mosque Massacre 1994

- [ ] Jenin Refugee Camp April 2002

- [ ] Gaza Massacre 2008-09

- [ ] Gaza Massacre 2012

- [ ] Gaza Massacre 2014

- [ ] Gaza Massacre 2018-19

- [ ] Gaza Massacre 2021

- [ ] Gaza Genocide 2023-?

Sounds like a short extract of Coronation Street, but it’s really just the backend of the last storm to batter us last night. Coronation Street, now there’s a blast from the past, although I’m told it’s still on the telly. I haven’t watch it since Martha Longhurst died in the snug of the Rover Return, having had her lot of the banale chatter from Mini Caldwell and Ena Sharples. As a young lad of 8 that was enough drama for me and anyway 7:30 was well passed my bed time. Corrie was definitely a waste of those precious pinched minutes you sneeked passed your bedtime as your parents were glued to the set, totally forgetting about their little ninja sitting in the corner.

This young Herring Gull played around with this for so long, an adult came and pinched it

Had to reach into my archives this week....never thought a pinched nerve in the lower back would be so debilitating! Happy Smile on Saturday everyone!

Crayfish, kräfta

I was heading for a popular birding destination and about to turn left, but I looked to my right and saw a group of ibises in a small pond right by the highway. I turned right.

I got some ibis images, then noticed this willet had moved in closer to me. It grabbed something in the water, shook its head a few times, then ate whatever it captured.

When I got home and looked at the images, I saw it had found a snail. The bird had pinched its beak onto a bit of the soft body while the snail was underwater and with a short burst of vigorous head twisting, it extracted the snail from the shell, which fell into the water. It all happened in one or two seconds.

This image shows the bird with the soft snail in its beak and the hard shell, with water draining out of it, falling down into the pond.

Thanks to Ludo for correcting my ID. Merlin said there were greater yellowlegs calling, so I went with that instead of actually paying attention to what was in front of me at the pond and on the screen.

Regno Unito, Londra, Queen’s House, Greenwich, Autunno 2012

Nel 1966, il Reverendo Ralph Hardy, un sacerdote in pensione, stava scattando una foto della scala a chiocciola (conosciuta come la "Scala dei tulipani") nella “Queen’s House” di Greenwich e catturò l'immagine di un fantasma. Gli esperti analizzarono il negativo originale e verificarono come non fosse stato manomesso in alcun modo. Questa foto servì come prova che i tanti incontri spettrali alla Casa della Regina erano reali. Passi, porte che sbattevano, e le voci di bambini che cantano sono state spesso udite intorno alla scala. I visitatori del museo sono stati addirittura sfiorati da dita invisibili durante il loro tour! Apparizioni sono state avvistate in varie occasioni, come quella del fantasma che sembra essere asciugare il sangue dal fondo alle scale. Gli storici dicono che 300 anni fa, una cameriera fu gettata dalla cima delle scale e cadde per 50 piedi fino alla sua morte.

paranormal.about.com/library/blclassic_ghost_on_stairs.htm

In 1966, retired clergyman Rev. Ralph Hardy was taking a picture of the spiral staircase (known as the "Tulip Staircase") in the Queen's House section of the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, England, when he captured the image of a ghost. Experts analyzed the original negative and verified that it had not been tampered with or manipulated in any way. This photo served as proof that the many ghostly encounters at the Queen's House were real. Footsteps, slamming doors, and the chanting voices of children are often heard around the staircase. Visitors to the museum have even been pinched by unseen fingers during their tour! Full-body apparitions have been seen on many occasions; one such apparition appears to be mopping up blood from the bottom of the stairs. Historians say that 300 years ago, a maid was thrown from the top of the stairs and fell 50 feet to her death, which might explain the ghostly clean-up crew.

paranormal.about.com/library/blclassic_ghost_on_stairs.htm

From a town where the faces are open and friendly, not pinched, harried or hurried.

They've pinched all the ones on the ground, now they want to pick their own hehe.

(Sunny left, Sky right) :))

O sweet spontaneous

earth how often have

the

doting

fingers of

prurient philosophers pinched

and

poked

thee

has the naughty thumb

of science prodded

thy

beauty .how

often have religions taken

thee upon their scraggy knees

squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

gods

(but

true

to the incomparable

couch of death thy

rhythmic

lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

e.e. cummings

Khodovarikha

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I shall die before I 'wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I've tasted blood and it is sweet

I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet

I've trusted lies and trusted men

Broke down and put myself back together again

Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters

Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger

I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"

No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about

I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for

A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

((Nightmare- Halsey)

Ok, so I really don't know much about hats. I have never really worn hats, as they seem to make me look shorter. But I love how they top off a character's personality. Not having a local milliner shop nearby, google informed me that Panama hats are made from Toquilla straw traditionally, but are always a straw hat. Fedoras are defined by their shape, low crown and a pinched front and a wide brim, god I think that I might be a Fedora! Now the confusion. My image clearly shows a U.S.of A cowboy wearing a Fedora, made of straw (Panama) which has a typical look of a yeehaa cowboy brimmed hat. Regardless of the style, I hope that you find this image fitting. 518. Pentax and mad hats.

Juvenile Tree Sparrows.

the deconstruction.

the last to go were the alstroemerias.

dust to dust.

but they do have a long vase life

lumen prints

**I love you all, friends and visitors. but I am still down with a pinched sciatic nerve. I hobble a lot. I can't work outside, maybe a little. I try to keep up with commenters, but I can't keep up with the fave only people.

sorry.

I'd not seen Gynura's flowers before. I'm told the plants are usually 'pinched' of their pretty orange flowers because they have an unpleasant odor. Perhaps that explains a former scientific name: Cacalia. That name was used for it by Carl Ludwig Blume (1796-1862), deputy director of the Bogor ('s Lands Plantentuin, Buitenzorg) Botanical Garden on Java between 1823 and 1826. He'd found the plant on the slopes of the Gede Mountain near his garden. 'Gynura' is today its official name; 'female-tailed' is for the very long stigma/pistils of the flower (see the photo). And 'aurantiaca' is for its orange.

Skylark / alauda arvensis. Dunwich, Suffolk. 18/05/23.

'I PINCHED MYSELF ... '

I can't imagine I'll ever have a closer, more intimate encounter with a singing Skylark. One of those 'Pinch myself, is this really happening to me' moments!

Well, it did happen, and lasted for about half an hour’s worth of magical moments!!! It marked the perfect end to a day spent photographing birds on the Suffolk coast.

BEST VIEWED LARGE.

Just one of those Wes Anderson moments that's all. I looked around for a film crew but found nothing but my own mind. Pinched myself and saw it was still real.

**All photos are copyrighted**

A Lesser Black-backed Gull pinched the focus from this Bar-tailed Godwit group