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Model and make-up: Lara S.
Date: 01/12/17
Place: Santa Icía (Narón).
Esta fotografía está registrada en Safe Creative y licenciada en Creative Commons Reconocimiento-NoComercial-SinObraDerivada 4.0 Internacional.
This Swan was obviously not familiar with the concept of a public footpath!
At the Greenham end of the Grand Western Canal.
I looked through a window of a house in Liberty, WA which I initially thought was abandoned. Through the window, I saw this fellow exhibiting excellent posture in his rocking chair. I didn't think he would mind if I shot a photo of him.
The stress of being Scriptwriter, Director and Actor was all too much and I resorted to stills for this dress.
Since shooting two video snips I have now, importantly, found my remote shutter release which means I don't have to shoot what seems like hours of empty space while I get 'on set' ... interrupted yesterday by chasing blackbirds from the blueberries while the camera was running!
This is one of those dresses with a neckline that I don't particularly like, but the pattern is to my taste and I like it with the open weave cardigan. What's more, it has pockets (somewhere to stow the 'remote'!!!), so it may be in my next video. Before you all go 'Yipee' be aware that the memory card I use is very large!
On a serious point, photos are very useful for giving a good representation of how we look (mirrors tend to confuse, particularly if you have a side parting) and videos show us our posture and movement ... good and bad.
Cast by Leonardo Bistolfi for a monument to Senator Rosazzi, 1909. Buenos Aires: Museo Nacional de Bellas artes
Title: Bad postures
Dated: June 1914
Digital ID: NRS4481_MS2856
Series: NRS 4481 Government Printing Office glass plate negatives
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Oklahoma Brown Tarantula (Aphonopelma hentzi) assumes its defensive posture when a fly buzzes around it. Image taken during the annual migration in the Comanche National Grasslands of Colorado. This spider is also known as the Missouri Tarantula and the Texas Brown Tarantula.
©2012, FUSINA Dominik
Publishing date : 04/10/2012
Location : Villefranche (Beaujolais - France)
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Paulo | Cours-la-Ville
On s'est rencontré à Cours-la-Ville, en face du bar de Chez Dom. Son béret, sa baguette, sa salopette, j'ai été immédiatement séduit par sa grandeur et sa posture, droit comme un pic, armé de son sourire et de son regard malicieux.
Ma surprise fut à son apogée lorsqu'il me souffla son âge : 90 ans !
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Great Blue Herons like to practice social distancing when fishing. Another heron got a bit to close which resulted in this beak in the air behavior. The intruder got the hint and slowly walked away.
Nahcco has kindly translated the caption as, 東京博覽會ニ於ケル藝妓ノ手踊 (Tokyo Hakurankai ni okeru geigi no teodori) Posture dancing by geigi at Tokyo Exhibition.
Geigi is the correct term for a geisha in the Kantō region of Japan, which includes Tokyo and its neighbouring provinces.
He was posing and well when you have a camera in your hand, you can't resist this kind of image, can you?
Part of the Harajuku Art Walk done yesterday by moi.
Please excuse those ghastly electric lines.
Well, the "knees together" part is prim! I'm not so sure about the "shoulders back" aspect though! That leads to the assets being quite pronounced!
I hope you like my very short minidress with slit accents! I just love how it covers & clings while revealing the curves that it hugs so snugly! I do hope you like it too!
This shiny black lycra spandex slit accented minidress came in from milanoo[dot]com. I've matched it up with my Hanes Alive Barely There pantyhose and a lovely new pair of black patent platform peep-toe stiletto pumps from venus.com.
To see more pix of me in other tight, sexy and revealing outfits click this link:www.flickr.com/photos/kaceycdpix/sets/72157623668202157/
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This payphone is one of many things out of place along University Avenue in downtown Hillcrest. At my request, today, Annie dropped me in the San Diego neighborhood when she went out on an errand. I walked home, for a change in scenery. Eh, what a change.
As I stood at the stoplight, waiting to cross Sixth Avenue, something tumbled end over end across University and landed in the gutter across the way. Then a skinny, shirtless, suntanned dude strutted across the street—haughty and boisterous. He picked up what looked like a metal pipe or handle and began twirling it combat-style. I pushed the walk button to cross University rather than Sixth.
While I waited to escape, he started a quarter-way across the street and stopped. He assumed challenging, menacing posture—brandishing his weapon at waiting cars. By the time the walk sign appeared for University, and I started to cross, he stood in the middle of Sixth, unyielding to vehicles wanting to pass—motioning and talking at the drivers.
On the other side of University, where I once again waited to cross Sixth, someone several meters to my right propped against a building and made animal-like grunts and shrills. I crossed the avenue and came upon the payphone. I never see them anymore. Do you? Their rare appearances are often outside convenience stores. But this one stood near a street corner—like you would expect to see before the era when most everyone carries a smartphone. That said, in Hillcrest, today, I passed many homeless people—and plenty of them might not carry a mobile; the pubic land line could be their lifeline.
By the way, the payphone photo is composed as shot.
At the corner of Eighth, I came upon someone wearing too many layers for the warm weather—among them something like a dress dangling tassels. Given the clothing and purse flung over the shoulder, woman was fair guess—except for the scrawny, hairy legs.
As I pondered gender issues, just past Ninth and starting on the bridge that crosses highway 163, someone coming up behind gave me the queasies. When I heard him talking to himself—loudly and incoherently—my pace quickened and I passed by the person who had been in front of me. Not a woman! A man, with big, bushy black beard and matching thick mop of hair. I couldn’t guess if the somewhat crazed look was his state of being or reaction to the person coming up behind us.
We both stopped at Tenth and University, and blabberer blasted by, taking deliberate strides. Like the pipe-wielder, he was skinny shirtless—but beneath a light blue suit jacket. Unabashed, he walked diagonally across both streets through the dangerous intersection. Approaching vehicles be damned.
Three minutes later, I finished with, ah, Hellcrest, briskly walking on the Vermont Street Bridge that leads to my home neighborhood of University Heights.
About this photo’s title: You can’t call 911 if one of these seemingly mentally unstable people assault you, nor to seek assistance for them. Help isn’t coming.
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'the Overlook Hotel'!
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@Nopparat Thara Beach in Aonang, Krabi, Thailand.
Come to Paradise with me in my blog: A Return To Krabi, part 1 and A Return To Krabi, part 2
Got woken in the night,
by a mystic golden light.
My head soaked in river water.
I had been dressed in a coat of armor. They called a horse out of the woodland.
"Take her there, through the desert shores."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back now."
The smell of redwood giants.
The banquet for the shadows.
Horse and I, we're dancers in the dark.
Came upon the headdress.
It was gilded, dark and golden.
The children sang.
I was so afraid I took it to my head and prayed.
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back."
There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn
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