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"I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand.... "
~Bruno Mars
I don't know... not very festive, but this photo kind of goes along with the day. I got up, still feeling like crap... looking worse than crap....like, if there were one of those zombie walks today... I could go... no make up necessary. I've got the look nailed down. I'll spare you the details, but I think I either have a sinus infection now and/or pink eye. Good stuff. I had to go to work because it's just me and the gunsalesman today, and I figure if he gets sick of listening to me coughing he can always shoot me and end the misery for BOTH of us!
Anyway, he tells me this story about how he went out to look at a collection of guns that someone called in about yesterday and was interested in consigning. I wasn't here, but my co-worker told him DON'T GO.... but with our typical... "hey, what could go wrong" attitude... he went. And I can't wait to be here tomorrow to see the look on her face when he tells her the story. It almost made it worth coming to work sick to hear about his visit to what he referred to as the Devil's Ring trailer park in the middle of nowhere... where he was greeted by a 45 yr old transgender male, trying to look pretty, and led into a trailer where there were no less than 25-30 very poorly taxidermied creatures... most with their faces falling off, and told to sit in a chair that was half of a cow, with big horns for arm rests (rather than on the sofa where his brother had recently blown his brains out and he described it as covered with blood stains and still pulsating grey matter) ... So there he sat, feeling very claustrophobic, in the freaky cow chair with a wolverine to the right and a coyote to the left and dusty ducks all around with their heads dangling (can you hear the banjo music yet) explaining to this guy that the Civil War luger was a plastic reproduction and the WWI rifles were worth $200, after putting $300 worth of work into them... basically, all 17 guns of very little value and nothing he would bring back to G&H for consignment. But he spent a couple of hours explaining this and writing it all down for the guy. He deemed it as one of the most freaky experiences of his life. I went back to my desk and thought about this for awhile and then went back, disturbed, and said to him...
"You know... that's really dangerous. You shouldn't be going to places like that all alone, you never know what could happen!" And to this, he looks up and stares at me and quietly says.... "and this, from the gal that meets clowns in abandoned buildings. Thanks Mom." I always have the utmost respect for people that can come up with snappy remarks like that so quickly...without missing a beat. I was impressed. But in my own defense... I did not meet a clown in an abandoned building... I dressed up like one. There's a difference.... right?
2.5 hours more until I can go home. I think I'm going to make it!
a view over the streets of Osaka at night... this is a blend of of two exposures to achieve higher dynamic range and to add a little bit more detail in the shadows and buildings...
ISO 100 | f/16 | 30 sec | 24mm
I had the opportunity to visit Artechouse for Quayola’s algorithmic light show based off an AI interpretation of piano music. You read that right, and if it sounds and looks surreal, you should have just seen the walls pulsating with the different color tones to match the piano’s notes. According to Artechouse, the exhibit offers “A duet of motorized piano and hyperreal projections combines human and technological elements through a system of unconventional generative algorithms.”
Bradford, Pennsylvania is home not just to Zippo lighters and Case knives but also to a commitment to the craft and quality. Visit the Zippo/Case Museum, where fans and collectors from across the globe gather to experience the rich history of these two American icons.
Come explore the 15,000 square foot attraction that includes the world famous Zippo Repair Clinic and Zippo/Case Store. Fourteen custom-made Zippo street lighters line the drive leading up to the building. Over the entrance towers a 40-foot Zippo lighter with pulsating neon flame, and an enormous Case Canoe three bladed pocketknife. Enjoy a self-guided tour to learn the rich history of two American icons.
The Bridge of Peace, Tbilisi, Georgia.
Relatively newly constructed the Bridge of Peace is definitely the attraction one wouldn’t want to miss in Tbilisi. It is a pedestrian glass and steel bridge in a bow-shaped design that sits over the Mtkvari (Kura) river in Georgian capital. It was officially opened in May 2010. The bridge was brought to Georgia from Italy in 200 unassembled components. The bridge is 156 meters long and has more than 10 000 LED bulbs built-in, that are switched on daily 90 minutes before the sunset.
The pulsating lights are communicating the message in Morse code; the message says chemical elements from the Mendeleev’s periodic table that make up a human body. The idea of the Italian designer Michele De Lucchi was to broadcast the message which is “the anthem of life and piece among people and nations”.
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A framing of the converging rays of aurora overhead at the magnetic zenith, a little south of the true zenith at 90° altitude. This was the superb Kp6 to 7 display on March 23, 2023, with the aurora in a pulsating mode rather than forming rippling curtains. Leo is just below the convergence point. The Big Dipper is at top. At this time later in the display the rays showed a lot of red as well as green. A short exposure helped freeze the rapid pulsations and capture the structure.
This is a single 2-second exposure with the Venus Optics 15mm lens at f/2 and Canon R6 at ISO 2500.
Commentary.
The endless swathes of imperial Scots Pine.
Exquisite , calm waters of Loch Beinn á Mheadhoin and Affric,
convoluted by dips, hollows, bays and enchanting fresh-water islands.
Lofty, imposing peaks of Càrn Eighe, Màm Sodhail and Sgùrr na Lapaich, often snow-capped, well into April, and even May.
A glen of pulsating life.
From Wood-Ants and Dragon-Fly
to Salmon and Trout.
From Red Deer and Golden Eagle
to Wood-Cock and Wildcat.
Iconic, momentous, overwhelming, breath-taking in early morning mists, under winter snow or in colourful Autumn garb.
In Spring when Broom and Gorse smother slopes in dazzling yellow flower to Summer when green dominates and life buzzes with a frenzy.
As here, in Autumn, when the sun falls earlier behind the West Coast peaks, the tranquil, golden reflections of peaks, forest and island create a sumptuous vision of utter peace,
serenity and prodigious beauty.
Beyond doubt, this glen has a mystical magic beyond my powers of description.
If you ever go there, and catch it in a more convivial mood,
you will never forget it, never regret it
and you will surely return.
It really is a little bit of heaven……paradise.
I know nowhere quite like it.
Once smitten, the love affair
is likely to be eternal!
Looking like a jellyfish this "stinging flower" pulsated under the water giving me a real photography challenge
A sub compact starfighter. Though one of the smallest warp speed capable starfighters it is heavily armored and adequately armed with twin pulsating ion cannons. It is also very comfortable, complete with a reclined pilot seat. And LCD screen built in to the canopy. The controls are at a comfortable arms length for both hands (unlike most fighters that have one central joy stick). All of this, and it is powered by the plentiful and powerful zamite crystal! It is truely a step into the future!
This is the smallest figure fitting starfighter I have built to date! Hope y'all enjoy it!
A feeling of freedom flows through the body, and a deep sense of relaxation spreads.
The worries of everyday life are gone.
Only the moment matters.
Surrounded by nature, shining in its soft light, the senses are heightened.
In this mood, the heart pulsates with contentment.
The colors of the sky touch the soul.
People simply enjoy life as dusk turns day into night.
600mm, ISO 125, f/4, 1/250 sec
DJ Frank Atisso
Photo By: Cate Infinity
Step into the Lynchian wonderland of the "Rabbits" event at Lynchland, where Myrdin Sommer, the wizard of interior recreation, meticulously resurrected the living room from David Lynch's eerie masterpiece. Picture this: you find yourself sinking into a magenta retro leather sofa, a portal to an alternate reality where the bizarre is the norm. Myrdin Sommer's attention to detail didn't stop at furniture; she orchestrated a symphony of Lights FX that transformed the venue into a dreamscape. It was as if the very essence of Lynch's uncanny vision had materialized, with every flicker and glow sending shivers down your spine. The auditory voyage was equally enchanting, courtesy of the musical conjurers – DJ Frank Atisso, DJ Khaos, DJ Seventh, and DJ Snowkat. Their sets weren't just music; they were spells, weaving an ethereal tapestry that transported the audience to dimensions unknown. The energy pulsating through the room was nothing short of electrifying, making it impossible to resist the gravitational pull of the dance floor. Now, let's address the Rabbitea head, the controversial mandatory accessory that added a peculiar twist to the night. Brilliant and refreshing, it became a symbol of the event's commitment to embracing the strange. Sporting the Rabbitea head wasn't just a choice; it was a statement, a plunge into the surrealistic depths of Lynch's imagination. In the end, the Rabbits event was an unmitigated success. It wasn't merely a gathering; it was an immersive journey into the quirky universe of David Lynch. Lynchland, under Myrdin Sommer's enchantment, became a haven for those seeking an escape from the mundane. If you missed it, you missed stepping through the looking glass into a night where reality and surrealism waltzed hand in hand. An eccentric triumph, indeed! - Cate Infinity
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“I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.”
― David Lynch
Bradford, Pennsylvania is home not just to Zippo lighters and Case knives but also to a commitment to the craft and quality. Visit the Zippo/Case Museum, where fans and collectors from across the globe gather to experience the rich history of these two American icons.
Come explore the 15,000 square foot attraction that includes the world famous Zippo Repair Clinic and Zippo/Case Store. Fourteen custom-made Zippo street lighters line the drive leading up to the building. Over the entrance towers a 40-foot Zippo lighter with pulsating neon flame, and an enormous Case Canoe three bladed pocketknife. Enjoy a self-guided tour to learn the rich history of two American icons.
A sub compact starfighter. Though one of the smallest warp speed capable starfighters it is heavily armored and adequately armed with twin pulsating ion cannons. It is also very comfortable, complete with a reclined pilot seat. And LCD screen built in to the canopy. The controls are at a comfortable arms length for both hands (unlike most fighters that have one central joy stick). All of this, and it is powered by the plentiful and powerful zamite crystal! It is truely a step into the future!
This is the smallest figure fitting starfighter I have built to date! Hope y'all enjoy it!
"Wonderful, electric...
I'm in love... I'm in love with a strict machine."
- Goldfrapp, "Strict Machine"
The air is thick, the beat a relentless pulse against the skin. In the deep red glow, there's no room for hesitation only precision, control, and a current of pure electricity.
This is the aesthetic of absolute command. A form encased in polished latex, adorned on a sultry platform. A movement spawned by the Glorious AEONE Sophia Collection now available at the Warehouse August 2025 Round.
— C R E D I T S —
▸ Latex Tights and Shoes: AEONE - Sophia Collection
▸ Gloves: KLN SZN - Long Latex Gloves (Legacy Male)
▸ Corset: Malefic - Ya Ya Corset
▸ Props: Kindex - Cezar Capsir and Nico Whip
▸ Backdrop: The Bearded Guy - Red Night Backdrop
This build is a representation of how things we recognize well in life can be slightly distorted, sometimes even unnerving, in our dreams. A Bizarro reality, I would say. I wanted to take this feeling I often have and transfer it to the iconic standard LEGO Minifigure, or "Bob". That's when I started to get inspiration from Gundam Gquuuuuux's take on the RX-78, another iconic design in pop culture that has been remixed and built upon several times, and in this latest iteration a to a point where one could argue it looks off and not iconic. My "dream bob" started taking a similar approach and started to look very Eva unit-like and organic … Lastly, I remembered a conversation I had with a friend once about fever dreams he would have when he was sick, and how he would see pulsating orbs of primary colors, and that they seemed almost alive, reaching out. Not threatening or scary, just strange and fascinating. Hope you enjoy this mashup of different ideas and eras of LEGO parts as much as I do.
If you are in New Zealand there is a pretty good chance you will end up in Queenstown, the country’s tourist epicentre and its adventure mecca. With over two hundred activities to choose from there is something for everyone’s taste, fitness level or degree of insanity. The reputation is well earned.
This is not why I gravitate towards the nation’s jewel in the crown. Personally, the lure of the area is in its natural energy and vibe, the radiant lake and the backdrop of mountains that look hand painted, with pulsating skies above rubbing on their razor sharp peaks.
No sold ticket can match that.
Please be judgmental and thank you.
"Pictures, regardless of how they are created are intended to be
looked at. This brings to the forefront not the technology of
imaging, which of course is important, but rather what we might
call the eyenology (seeing).
..........Henri Cartier-Bresson
After living in South Florida for twelve years it finally dawned on
me that it's about time I discovered what most people find
fascinating about Miami. I have been a country bumpkin most
of my life and preferred photographing landscapes and seascapes.
Living near Boston during my other career I viewed the city
as a place to watch the Red Sox, the Bruins, and the Celtics. I never
took interest in the soul of the city as a place for fine art photography
until the works of Joel Tjintjelaar, and Sharon Tenenbaum reinvigorated
my enthusiasm for photography through the use of neutral density filters
and long exposure.
Except when I am on the golf course Florida's fantastic weather limited
my photography to early mornings and late in the day due to the stark
conditions brought on by the sun. However, ND filters changed my
approach to photography in Florida. Rarely is the time I don't have
a ND filter on my lenses. Now I can photograph throughout the day.
It's hard not to be outside when the weather is always near perfect.
The above image was taken when the sun was high in the sky and
I felt like I just had a hole in one.
iso 160
focal length 12mm
aperture f/22
exposure 8sec.
B+W ND 110 ND filter
As special as this day for me.
HUGS TO ALL:=)
Thanks for your being here!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Lady's slipper orchids (also known as lady slipper orchids or slipper orchids) are orchids in the subfamily Cypripedioideae, which includes the genera Cypripedium, Mexipedium, Paphiopedilum, Phragmipedium and Selenipedium.[1] They are characterised by the slipper-shaped pouches (modified labellums) of the flowers – the pouch traps insects so they are forced to climb up past the staminode, behind which they collect or deposit pollinia, thus fertilizing the flower. Unlike other orchids, Cypripedioideae have two fertile anthers — they are "diandrous".
NASA's Hubble Space Telescope has provided a dramatic and colorful close-up look at one of the most rambunctious stars in our galaxy, weaving a huge spiral pattern among the stars.
Located approximately 700 light-years away, a binary star system called R Aquarii undergoes violent eruptions that blast out huge filaments of glowing gas. The twisted stellar outflows make the region look like a lawn sprinkler gone berserk. This dramatically demonstrates how the universe redistributes the products of nuclear energy that form deep inside stars and jet back into space.
R Aquarii belongs to a class of double stars called symbiotic stars. The primary star is an aging red giant and its companion is a compact burned-out star known as a white dwarf. The red giant primary star is classified as a Mira variable that is over 400 times larger than our Sun. The bloated monster star pulsates, changes temperature, and varies in brightness by a factor of 750 times over a roughly 390-day period. At its peak the star is blinding at nearly 5,000 times our Sun's brightness.
Credit: NASA, ESA, Matthias Stute , Margarita Karovska , Davide De Martin (ESA/Hubble), Mahdi Zamani (ESA/Hubble)
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Saturday, the next day after Mary and Steve met at the bar and later hung out at Steve's apartment both of them were thinking they wanted to get back together. Mark/Mary was still a bit nervous that Steve still didn't know he was a crossdressed guy. Things could still go in a very bad direction if Steve didn't handle things well when he found out he had been making out with another guy.
Steve couldn’t get Mary out of his thoughts. He was thinking about how wonderful it was to feel a great connection with someone again. He both missed his ex-wife and was thinking about Mary. He still loved his ex-wife but she had wanted out. She felt like they had drifted apart and wasn’t willing to work on any kind of repair. Steve had been concerned that he wouldn’t ever find anyone that could measure up to how much he loved her. When Steve met Mary and had an almost instant connection he started to think maybe he had options and could find another companion.
Mark was already thinking about their next encounter and what the heck would he wear/ What the heck, was he thinking like a woman or what? He finally settled on his denim skirt and a sports top that he liked. He thought, "I think I need to tone down the femininity just a bit and be myself. I feel comfortable in the skirt and top. Both still are feminine but without stockings my legs might look just a bit less feminine so it will start giving Steve a hint when my legs aren't covered with silky material."
Steve was already thinking about where he might ask Mary to go or where to meet up. He thought, "How about just for coffee and meet at the Starbucks around the corner? Or we could go to the park and walk and talk on Sunday afternoon. The weather is getting to be nice and it would be a good place to just talk. We could go out to lunch but that seems to restrictive and I want to really get to know Mary better. Lunch might be too short. I think I should ask her to take a walk in the park after we stop at Starbucks for something to drink. We can also get something small to eat and share while we are walking. There are some nice places to sit down by the lake. Ok it's settled, now all I have to do is ask her, I hope she still wants to get to know me more..."
Steve set out thinking how to ask Mary out and settled on just a simple text. Steve wrote, "Mary, I really enjoyed last night with you and would like to get to know you better. How would you like to meet at Starbucks on Sunday about 3:00? We can have a cup of coffee or something and if you are OK with it, we can take a walk in the park. Let me know what you think." Steve read it several times and just hit the send button.
Mark was in the midst of thinking about what he would wear if Steve and he were to get together again when the text came in. Mark saw it was from Steve and opened it immediately and read it. Mark thought, "WOW, nice, we both seem to be on the same page except for him knowing that I'm a guy. Maybe I can figure out a way to let him know tomorrow. I hope he doesn't flip out."
Mark sent a text back to Steve, "Steve, I too enjoyed last night and felt a nice connection between us. I would like very much to meet you at Starbucks tomorrow."
Steve texted back, "Great, I'll see you tomorrow."
Mark spent the rest of the day thinking about how to tell Steve he was a crossdressed guy but nothing seemed to be the exact right fit so Mark just tried on different clothes to be sure he had chosen the right outfit. His panties were quite wet with precum both from trying on the outfits and thinking about how much he seemed to like Steve.
Steve gathered up a blanket in case they needed it to sit on in the park and sat around trying to watch TV.
Sunday morning came and Mark switched into high gear to get ready. Mary was ready by noon, way ahead, considering it was a few minute walk to Starbucks. Mary just sat on the couch and waited anxiously for the time to pass while playing on her phone. Finally she just said to herself, "I'm just going to head down a little early, maybe just people watch from one of the Starbucks tables out front until Steve shows." Mary headed out. When she hit the street she realized, "OMG, this is my first time out dressed AND in the daylight. Oh well, here goes nothing," as Mary headed down the street towards Starbucks.
Steve woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep so he headed out for a walk hoping to take his mind off how anxious he was about meeting up with Mary again, hoping that things would go well. It didn't really work so he headed home, showered and headed to the Starbucks a little early so Mary wouldn't have to wait for him even if she was a few minutes early.
Mary got to the Starbucks first and was checking out which table to take. She decided on one back against the building instead of any of the ones that were right up close to the pedestrians walking by. Before she got to the table Steve walked up and said, "Hi Mary, looks like both of us are a bit early, What would you like to drink? I can get it while you hold the table."
Mary visibly startled a bit, not expecting him that early said, "Wow, yes we are both a bit early, how about a vanilla latte?"
Steve said, "Funny, that is what I like too, guess I'll just get 2"
Steve went in and got the drinks and got a couple of pieces of their pumpkin bread for the park. Steve brought them back to the table and when he got there he said, "Mary, you look nice. I like that skirt and top together and they will be perfect for our walk in the park. I brought a blanket in case we wanted to sit for a bit."
Steve couldn't help but think that he hoped they might be able to use the blanket because he very likely would get a glimpse of Mary's panties if she had to sit on a blanket in that skirt.
Mary said, "Thanks, I really like this outfit too, it's VERY comfortable." Meanwhile Mary is thinking, "OMG, I may have to figure out out to sit on a blanket without totally showing Steve my junk hidden in my panties."
They talked for a few minutes, sipping on their coffees. Steve's mind kept veering off to Mary's panties under her skirt. Finally Steve just said, "How about we take all this to the park. It's much nicer there?"
Mary said, "OK," and they headed over to the park.
On the walk over to and into the park Mary kept noticing that she thought guys were looking at her. She thought, "Was it that they noticed she was a crossdresser or was it that they thought she was good looking or what?"
Steve spotted a grassy area off to the side a bit and in the shade. He said, "How about we spread the blanket over there? It looks really nice in the shade."
Mary said, "Sure," as they headed over and both of them refolded the blanket to a small square and laid it down. Mary sat down with her legs together and to the side a bit. So far her panties seemed to be hidden. Mark sat and they continued to talk.
Mary's legs were cramping a bit after a few minutes so she tried to shift a bit. She ended with one leg stretched out a bit and her panties were still hidden. Finally Mary just said, "Steve, I'm trying to sit ladylike here but its hard. I'm not much of a lady when it comes to this so I hope its OK if I just sit Indian-like."
Steve said, "Hey, we can go over to a bench somewhere or you can sit however you like here."
Mary shifted and sat Indian-like and held the front of the skirt down to cover her panties. Steve did however get a glimpse of her pink panties as she shifted.
As they continued to talk Mary would sometimes not be attentive to her skirt and Steve got more glimpses of her panties.
Mary was still looking for an opening to tell Steve he was a guy but didn't see any good openings. Steve asked, "Mary, would it be more comfortable if you laid down? Might be nice to look up into the trees and I could rub your feet and legs."
Mary said, "Sure, that would be really nice?" Mary slipped off her sandals, laid on her back and Steve moved below her feet and began to massage her feet. As Steve moved up Mary's calves and Mary's legs parted slightly Steve got a view of Mary's panties. At first he was just mesmerized by the sight of the material and continued to massage her legs and feet. Then he was unsure if he was seeing an unusual amount of bulge in her panties for a woman but couldn't see clearly enough.
Steve had parts within him that were wrestling with whether the mere thought of a dick in her panties was turning him on and another part that said he needed to find out to see if he needed to get out of this situation. Before he came to resolution in his head, Mary sat up and said, "I really appreciate you massaging my feet and legs but I really need to tell you something."
Almost before Mary got out the last word Steve leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. It turned into a very passionate kiss and they both laid down beside each other and continued to kiss passionately. Steve had his arms around Mary and was caressing her buns as he kissed her. Mary was just holding on in a passionate hug while she returned the passionate kiss.
After a few minutes of that Mary could feel Steve's dick hardening in his shorts against her body. Meanwhile Mary's dick was also hardening but she was purposely keeping it from pressing into Steve.
After a few more minutes, both of them broke off the kiss and laid back on their backs. Steve said, "I don't know what is coming over me but I feel this great connection with you and don't want it to stop."
Mary had forgotten that she was about to tell Steve she was a crossdressed guy and just laid there and then said, "I'm feeling some of the same thing."
Steve got back up, readjusted his shorts as his hard-on started to subside. He resumed his position massaging Mary's feet and calves. This time he started to go up over Mary's knees to her thighs a bit. Both of them were in heaven but Mary's dick had not shrunk back completely so Steve was seeing a bit more of a bulge in her panties than before. His dick began to grow again as he wondered if Mary had a dick and that was what she felt she needed to tell him.
Steve thought, "What would I do if Mary did have a dick? I am still feeling a wonderful connection to her. Does it matter? I'm not gay but I do want a connection like I am feeling. Man, now I have to know. Do I just ask or do I just continue? Asking would be awkward. What if I just discover it and accept Mary as she is if she has a dick? I think I am just going to continue with this massage and see where things go."
Mary is just laying there enjoying the massage now and her dick is staying in a partially hard state. She says to herself, "I know my dick is partially hard, showing more in my panties and I am probably also leaking precum into my panties but this feels so good I just don't care if Steve sees, in fact I hope he does but accepts me as I am."
Steve continues the massage and moves up Mary's thighs more and more. His dick is now hard and you can actually see his dick head sticking slightly out of his boxers and short's leg hole. When his hand lightly brushes against Mary's dick in her panties the world stops for both of them. Steve's hand is still touching Mary's dick when suddenly Mary's dick twitches against Steve's hand. That is when Steve rolls up over Mary and starts to kiss her passionately while lying on top of her. Steve's dick is now pressing firmly agains Mary's dick. Both dicks are twitching and pushing against each other as they kiss and they push their hips into each other.
They continue to kiss and grind together until Mary starts to near orgasm. She clutches Steve tightly and she feels her dick pumping cum into her panties. After a couple of pumps of cum into her panties Steve, feeling her dick ejaculating, has an orgasm and pumps his cum out but cums all over the outside of Mary's skirt creating an enormous wet spot and soaking into some of the hem of Steve's shorts. Both of them are so busy enjoying their respective orgasms that they don't realize what is happening as they stay in their loving embrace.
After a few minutes Mary feels Steve's cum soaking through her skirt and panics a little. Steve rolls off and the mess is revealed. Both Steve and Mary exclaim at the same time, "Oh SHIT." It was a good thing that they were pretty far from the path where people periodically walked by. Steve grabbed the bag with the pumpkin bread and pulls out the small pile of napkins he had put in there and both Steve and Mary try to clean his cum off the front of Mary's skirt but denim shows wet spots, big time. They grabbed the edge of the blanket and continue to dry her skirt as much as they can. So far they hadn't done anything with Steve's shorts but the skirt was the bigger mess.
Mary finally said, "Hey, let's just sit here and talk a bit longer. The sun will start to head down in not too long and then we can make our way back in the lower light and the denim will be a little lighter as it drys a bit more. Besides, I think we have a bit more to talk about after that."
Steve says, chuckling, "Yes I guess we do but before we go too far I'd like to say that was extremely fun and one of the best orgasms of the century."
Mary said, "Yes, it was amazingly good for me too. I've never cum like that before, from just grinding together. Well, Steve, now you know what I was trying to tell you the other day. I'm a guy that likes to crossdress. Until the other day in the bar I had never ventured out dressed, only hung around the house. After getting the dress I wore that first night I decided to buy a wig and some makeup. I seemed to look pretty good and wanted to venture out and see how it went. I had no idea or plan to meet up or do anything with anyone while I was out. Then I met you and we hit it off so well with me as Mary. You stirred things in me that I didn't know were there and I didn't want it to end but felt I needed to tell you I was crossdressed. I was afraid it would go badly and I would never see you again."
Steve said, "I was actually at that bar trying to meet women for the first time in over 20 years. I was so nervous. It was fate that we both ended up there at the same time and you ended up sitting next to me. You also stirred several things in me. I wasn't sure I would ever have such a connection to another woman that I had with my ex-wife. It was exciting to me that we hit it off so well. Then when my hand brushed up against your panties and I felt your dick inside the world stopped for me. When your dick responded to my touch I felt this overwhelming passion toward you. I never thought another dick would turn me on like that."
Mary said, "WOW, who would have thought... how about we head back now? I think the sun is down enough. How about we head to your place since it is closer. There I can clean up a little more before heading home."
Fortunately, the walk was uneventful. It seemed like one couple might have noticed the dampness of the skirt but they didn't do anything. When Steve and Mary got to Steve's place Mary slipped off her skirt and Steve gave her a damp towel to clean it a little more. Mary was standing there in only her top and panties and the panties were still quite wet from Mary cumming in them. Cleaning the skirt was pretty pointless and Mary said, "This isn't doing much, I think it will be dark enough that no one will notice anything."
Steve said, "I'll also walk you home to be sure nothing happens to you." Then Steve stepped behind Mary and felt and massaged her buns through her panties. Mary turned and they kissed again with Steve pulling Mary close by holding her buns.
Mary said, "Steve, I feel like I want to see your cock. Can I take your shorts off for you so I can see your cock?"
Steve said, "Are you sure? There are no expectations of anything."
Mary said, "I know but I have this intense curiosity building inside me." with that she undid his belt, button and unzipped his shorts. Then she grabbed both his boxers and his short and lowered then slowly down until his partially hard cock was visible. She said, "Wow, you have a nice cock!" as she lowered his shorts to the floor, kneeling so he could step out of them. She was now eye-to-eye with her first cock.
Mary said, "This is beautiful. Can I touch it?"
Steve said, "Yes, you can do anything you want but again there are no expectations."
Mary wrapped both hands around his cock and it jumped with her touch as it hardened more and more in her hands. She stroked back and forth gently and felt the firmness building within his cock. A little precum started to ooze from his cock and Mary started to feel the urge to suck Steve's cock. She leaned in and without another word slide his cock into her mouth. Steve moaned with pleasure which fueled Mary's desire to suck even more. She moved her head back and forth taking more and more of his cock into her mouth until he was gently hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. Steve was just moaning with pleasure the whole time. Soon Steve was nearing orgasm and started to tense up to release his load. Mary just intensified her sucking and felt her passion building even more. Steve's cock twitched a bit in her mouth and then jettisoned his load into Mary's mouth. Mary simultaneously came in her panties and swallowed pulse after pulse of Steve's cum as his cock pulsated in her mouth.
Mary laid back on the carpet totally wiped from the intensity of her first time sucking a cock. It was so passionate and she was in the heavenly afterglow of her orgasm and the memory of feeling Steve's cock pulsing to deliver its luscious load into her mouth.
Steve almost collapsed next to her on the floor with his dick still slightly erect but softening. They rolled towards each other, hugged and kissed tenderly for a few minutes and then just laid there in each other's arms.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mary said, "Steve, unfortunately I really need to head home, I have to get up for work early tomorrow but I really want to see you again soon. Can we have dinner in a couple of days, say Wednesday night?"
Mark said, "Sure, I'd like that."
They both got dressed and Steve walked Mary home. It was quite dark now so the only risk was when they entered Mary's building. They saw one other person but Steve kind of walked in front of Mary to block their view of Mary's cum stained skirt.
When they got to Mary's door Steve said, "I am looking forward to Wednesday night. I'll figure out some options for where to eat unless you have something in mind."
Mary said, "You pick it. It's kind of nice playing the stereotypical woman's role for a change."
Steve just leaned in and kissed her goodnight and said, "I like treating you like a lady. I'll see you Wednesday night. I'll come by about 7:00 if that is OK with you."
Mary said, "Yup, fine with me."
Steve walked home with a new spring in his step. This was a wild couple of days but he was feeling better than he had in quite some time.
That night both of them went to bed thinking about each other and where the heck was this crazy relationship thing going?
The Bridge of Peace, Tbilisi, Georgia.
Relatively newly constructed the Bridge of Peace is definitely the attraction one wouldn’t want to miss in Tbilisi. It is a pedestrian glass and steel bridge in a bow-shaped design that sits over the Mtkvari (Kura) river in Georgian capital. It was officially opened in May 2010. The bridge was brought to Georgia from Italy in 200 unassembled components. The bridge is 156 meters long and has more than 10 000 LED bulbs built-in, that are switched on daily 90 minutes before the sunset.
The pulsating lights are communicating the message in Morse code; the message says chemical elements from the Mendeleev’s periodic table that make up a human body. The idea of the Italian designer Michele De Lucchi was to broadcast the message which is “the anthem of life and piece among people and nations”.
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public art installed in Dec 2015 under Highway 87 by SAP Center with pulsating circular lights of color and painted blue halos.
Sunrise in Maui is harder to come by than sunset given most rental spots are westward facing. Even then, the beaches still capture color on the clouds even at the crack of dawn as you see people running on the beach,
Pace of life in Maui is slow - like 40 mph on the highway slow. Everyone is chill. So ironically seeing the waves pulsating back and forth is the closest feeling to rush hour that you'll find on the island at sunrise. It's just so chill otherwise.
This is a walkway that takes pedestrians from the river bus service at North Greenwich to the O2 Centre. I was visiting the O2 to see Ennio Morricone conducting an orchestra playing some of his soundtrack music.
The photograph doesn't show how the lights continuously pulsate and cycle through endless colour combinations, quite hypnotically. It somehow was fitting that I was listening to Neroli by Brian Eno on my iPod whilst capturing this scene ...
This is one of the most iconic sections of the I-5 corridor (definitely one of the most photographed) and the pulsating artery of downtown Seattle. All that comes and goes to and from Seattle follows this very path, more than just a photogenic curve; this section of freeway is the life force of an entire urban structure. This stretch of freeway serves as a chasm, between residential life and office high-rises, industry and family. This spot is more than just a beautiful happenstance of architecture and imagination… it is the very building block of the Emerald city, a fiery, ever moving, living urban tectonic.
Thanks for taking the time to stop by, have a great week everyone
Poem.
A silhouetted, rapier-like peninsula piercing the radiant splendour of a pewter-grey sea.
Domed islands capped by the heavenly spokes of a setting-sun.
Timeless beauty.
Silence, but for the distant scream of a gull and the gentle, pulsating whistle of an oyster-catcher.
Sky, rock, sand, light and sea uniquely combine
to produce a glimpse inside heaven’s door.
Don’t yearn for heaven.
Look around.
It’s already here!
Inspired by a old Greek tale and Reimagined and brought into our era.
“Every thread she spins hums with memory — and the Core still trembles at her touch.”
In the quiet sectors of the Core, where reality folds into vibration and light becomes memory, she endures.
Arachne of the Living Loom, the first weaver — the mind that built matter, the hand that turned logic into silk.
Her armor hums with sacred algorithms, ancient runes alive in ultraviolet glow. Each plate and filament on her body is both metal and myth, etched with the glyphs of the Architects who once tried to bind her. Her hair moves like streams of digital shadow, weaving the unseen lattice between realms.
Before her lies the Loom — a suspended web of radiant filaments, alive with energy and thought. She does not simply craft — she reprograms existence, aligning code, time, and consciousness into one pulsating geometry.
Once punished for her defiance, Arachne transcended her fate.
Now she weaves The Veil, the barrier that separates dream from data, creation from collapse. Her threads pulse in the frequencies of the Living Machine — the rhythm of eternity written in violet.
When the veil flickers and worlds overlap, it is said you can feel her fingertips brushing against the edges of your perception — repairing the tear between imagination and reality.
Done in AI, Finalized in Photoshop.
A magical aurora from Chapel Of Garioch, Aberdeenshire on the 8th/9th October 2013, a year to the day since my last big display. This time-lapse was taken manually using my Canon 6d, you can see my 40d in action during some of the sequences. The first sequence was taken early in the display when it was almost completely cloudy, so I used a 50mm lens to capture more detail with 4 second exposures (2200-2226 UTC). I'm intrigued my the short section that follows, appears to be some very bright rays shinning through the cloud ?. The next section was taken between 2310 and 2355 UTC with a 24mm lens, 10 second exposures, as the clouds finally started to clear. Next comes the most active phase that I was able to observe under almost clear skies, taken with my Samyang 14mm lens, from 0023 to 0041 UTC, 5 second exposures, when I had a break to do some panorama's. The final section shows the aurora breaking up into pulsating patches and ray bundles, typical of the later stages of many displays, 15 second exposures between 0059 and 0140 UTC.
In the Summer I have these beautiful Spiders in many places in the garden,
When I saw the vibrating web it prompt me to do my research,
The black-and-yellow argiope breeds once a year. Adult males roam in search of potential mates. When they find a female, they build a small web with a white zigzag band across the middle either nearby or in an outlying part of the female's web. Potential males court by plucking and vibrating her web.
It is actually pulsating very rapidly as if it was mad, it probably saw me coming:-)
It is most satisfying to learn how nature works. for me is like therapy without paying for it:-)))
A free Spirit
Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.
When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.
Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.
Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.
In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.
Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.
Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.
In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.
She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.
This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.
and when art became the center of her life.
The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.
Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.
It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.
Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.
Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.
Mirela Tal
A free Spirit
Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.
When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.
Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.
Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.
In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.
Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.
Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.
In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.
She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.
This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.
and when art became the center of her life.
The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.
Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.
It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.
Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.
Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.
Mirela Tal
Getting lost in the remotest part of the Argentine Puna 🚙🇦🇷 led us to discover wonders like this solitary volcano, lost in Antofagasta de la Sierra 🌋✨.
From the air, its shape reminds us of the delicacy of a nipple, as if the earth itself was showing us its most intimate and lively side ❤️🔥.
Landscapes that breathe, that pulsate, that seem sculpted by something more than wind and time.
The 4x4 adventure was worth every kilometer... pure magic 🔥🌎.
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As the storm drew nearer, I positioned myself in the front of it and watched it approach directly at me in a very slow but spectacular fashion...
An amazing amount of light is passed through the clouds and sky as the bolts strike through the air and towards their targets... This was a pitch black scene until that lightning struck...
A free Spirit
Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.
When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.
Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.
Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.
In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.
Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.
Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.
In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.
She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.
This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.
and when art became the center of her life.
The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.
Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.
It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.
Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.
Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.
Mirela Tal
I was inspired in this piece to make a heart appear to have a heart. Inside this Driftwood Heart there is a heart with its arteries and veins pulsating with love.
Driftwood Art handmade by DoctorDriftwood.com. An "original" and "one of a kind" creation made with Earth Art from our Mother Nature. Made out of "all natural" driftwood and stones "reclaimed" from California personally by Doctor Driftwood. I hike and find each piece of Earth Art for their originallity to create Doctor Driftwood.com.
Jellyfish or jellies are the major non-polyp form of individuals of the phylum Cnidaria. They are typified as free-swimming marine animals consisting of a gelatinous umbrella-shaped bell and trailing tentacles. The bell can pulsate for locomotion, while stinging tentacles can be used to capture prey.
Jellyfish are found in every ocean, from the surface to the deep sea. Scyphozoans are exclusively marine, but some hydrozoans live in freshwater. Large, often colorful, jellyfish are common in coastal zones worldwide. Jellyfish have roamed the seas for at least 500 million years, and possibly 700 million years or more, making them the oldest multi-organ animal.
source: wikipedia
Commentary.
The endless swathes of imperial Scots Pine.
Exquisite , calm waters of Loch Beinn á Mheadhoin and Affric,
convoluted by dips, hollows, bays and enchanting fresh-water islands.
Lofty, imposing peaks of Càrn Eighe, Màm Sodhail and Sgùrr na Lapaich, often snow-capped, well into April, and even May.
A glen of pulsating life.
From Wood-Ants and Dragon-Fly
to Salmon and Trout.
From Red Deer and Golden Eagle
to Wood-Cock and Wildcat.
Iconic, momentous, overwhelming, breath-taking in early morning mists, under winter snow or in colourful Autumn garb.
In Spring when Broom and Gorse smother slopes in dazzling yellow flower to Summer when green dominates and life buzzes with a frenzy.
As here, in Autumn, when the sun falls earlier behind the West Coast peaks, the tranquil, golden reflections of peaks, forest and island create a sumptuous vision of utter peace,
serenity and prodigious beauty.
Beyond doubt, this glen has a mystical magic beyond my powers of description.
If you ever go there, and catch it in a more convivial mood,
you will never forget it, never regret it
and you will surely return.
It really is a little bit of heaven……paradise.
I know nowhere quite like it.
Once smitten, the love affair
is likely to be eternal!
It was a night of fours - four people, four mountains, and a very fortunate night to have clear skies and chase the lights throughout the Westfjords.
Just prior to this, I had gotten back in the car for a bit to attempt to warm up and get out of the wind. After a mere few seconds in the car, the sky started pulsating pink and purple while dancing from horizon to horizon.
I'd already put away my camera, of course, but quickly grabbed it out and sprinted to the middle of the road to try to attempt a pano, despite how quickly the lights were moving. By the time I got to the point where I wanted to shoot, the pinks and purples had faded out and I was left with the most vivid of greens, casting dancing shadows on the snow.
Still, it was an incredible few minutes of very bright lights and amazed shouts from the four stooges.
This is a five shot panorama of 13 second exposures.
A free Spirit
Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.
When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.
Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.
Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.
In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.
Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.
Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.
In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.
She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.
This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.
and when art became the center of her life.
The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.
Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.
It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.
Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.
Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.
Mirela Tal
Sony Alpha 7 / Jupiter 9 85mm f2
There's a place in Kabukicho, I call it Nezumi-dori. In Nezumi-dori you can see things that you can't see anywhere else in Tokyo. There are men and women and whatever may lie in between just standing and waiting and watching, watching as the trash heaps at the sides of the already closed stores vibrate, tremble, pulsate seemingly in agony, alive with rats. Rats eating. Rats fighting. Rats squealing viciously as they stand their ground against other rats. Those men and women and everything in between watch the rats occasionally escaping the mounds of trash bags and cardboard, chasing each other, fighting for their lives, for their sustenance, with tooth and nail. And the men and women, etc. look utterly uninterested by this dramatic, desperate struggle for survival and keep to themselves, looking for other, bigger rats, trying to, with a bit of luck, catch their eye in Nezumi-dori, hopefully leaving their wallets a little bit thinner. Because in Nezumi-dori the biggest rats carry wallets a bit too fat and walk on two legs,
And the goddess of Mercy watches it all, impervious, behind her cage.
Der historische Ortskern erstreckt sich um den normannischen Dom, der zugleich die bedeutendste Sehenswürdigkeit der Stadt ist. Die Kathedrale Santissimo Salvatore liegt an der Piazza Duomo, um die tagsüber und nachts das Leben pulsiert. Die Piazza ist nämlich ein beliebter Treffpunkt für Jung und Alt, wo man sich in einem Restaurant oder Café hinsetzten und sizilianisches Ambiente schlicht genießen kann. In den schmalen Gassen abseits des Platzes sind auch ganz lauschige und ruhige Ecken zu finden.
Der Strand von Cefalu ist einer der schönsten auf Sizilien.
The historic center of the town is centered around the Norman Cathedral, which is also the most important landmark of the town. The Cathedral of Santissimo Salvatore is located in Piazza Duomo, around which life pulsates during the day and at night. In fact, the piazza is a popular meeting place for young and old, where you can sit down in a restaurant or café and simply enjoy Sicilian ambience. In the narrow streets away from the square you can also find quite secluded and quiet corners.
The beach of Cefalu is one of the most beautiful in Sicily.
"One of the brightest stars in the sky is behaving strangely, pulsating from bright to dim twice as fast as usual and giving scientists an unprecedented insight into how stars die."
www.theguardian.com/science/2023/may/26/its-new-territory...
Poem.
A silhouetted, rapier-like peninsula piercing the radiant splendour of a pewter-grey sea.
Domed islands capped by the heavenly spokes of a setting-sun.
Timeless beauty.
Silence, but for the distant scream of a gull and the gentle, pulsating whistle of an oyster-catcher.
Sky, rock, sand, light and sea uniquely combine
to produce a glimpse inside heaven’s door.
Don’t yearn for heaven.
Look around.
It’s already here!
Immature Starling (Sturnus vulgaris). During the winter months, the numbers of Starlings present within Britain and Ireland are swelled by the arrival of individuals from breeding populations located elsewhere within Europe. The numbers arriving vary from one winter to the next and are influenced by weather conditions on the Continent. Wintering Starlings roost communally and vast flocks may congregate at favoured sites, typically performing amazing aerobatic displays (known as ‘murmurations’) before dropping into the roost, which may be a reedbed, a group of conifers or a human structure, such as a pier. With many thousands of birds using a roost there is the potential for nuisance, their droppings fouling the ground beneath and around the chosen site.
These vast flocks have more humble beginnings, with small flocks of Starlings coming together as dusk approaches. Gradually, as more and more birds join the gathering, a huge pulsating flock is formed. As the light begins to fade so part of the flock will plunge down towards the chosen roost, almost as if testing its nerve to see who will be the first bird to drop into the roost itself. The birds have good reason to be nervous; these large gatherings attract the attentions of predators like Peregrine and Sparrowhawk. Photo by Nick Dobbs, Stanpit Marshes, Chritschurch, Dorset 05-10-2025