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through those tight spaces that you otherwise would pass right over.
i shot this through a hole the size of the opening of a straw, there were trees on the other side. shooting it out of focus wasn't my original objective but i liked the way this turned out.
September 8, 2016. This is the back deck at our house, which will need staining next summer. Good day today. Got some writing done, and some coding for Ed Radio (almost done this little project).
Accomplishments:
- wrote 'Canadian Values'
- coded YouTube MP3 conversion save as media for Ed Radio
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Still discovering lots of downed trees following the recent ice storm, there were at least 6 on this walking trail at CFB Borden Ontario.
Tears Roll Up
Pushing the sound away, to hear clearer
is that what it takes to turn life around
awaiting the voice of some divined one
as all that's been lost is still no nearer
yesterday's damn and blast hardly helps today
it's legacy roams my thoughts like a devilish fox
my hope is but a stretcher bearer
seeking another way out of this hellish foray
dust to dust has turned quickly to mud
entrenched in the bitterness of struggle
like nothing else on Earth before it
there is not a single thing of compare to spilled blood
it's eternal mind is my mortal body
irretrievable upon notice of life's final demand
oh the anguish! oh the tumultuous torrent of torment,
trying to stay afloat, isn't this all that survival must embody?
still...no voice, no signifying choice
hands so adept at escape become landlocked and inept
society is occupationally haphazard
for the craft of etching the right tone of voice
the night has passed like a crucifer
what did this silence spell I'm left to wonder
that slight form illuminated by a sickly tuna-hued moon
now lacquered by the cold light of a day it will outsuffer
so to this moment, this respite, this lacuna
unseen by the meanest energumen attacks
pitted against the wits of the minutes accounted
the darkness prevails for now the hours turn to Fortuna
my God, my humbling, my second coming
it was said so nobody can deny
only a mere myth can act like a fly -
upon the pulse of a giant taking note and succumbing
to the throng and buzz of flight's insight
through the eyes an untold mystery speaks it's mind
heard afar is it's cry of silent running
outdone by the victorious gain of countenancing foresight
isn't that the way to go...a meson lesson of the bigger picture
recounting the unseen, unheard, unmentioned 'mere' rumour
we let run amok without authentication from our space
then, without further ado, rasp and undo with unremorseful stricture
who are we trying to fool in this be-jungled techophobic sleaze palace?
the mire is nigh but it's heavily peopled with followers
of it's fashion conscious, spellbinding edicts
this is one time to step out of line without malice
be and see yourself afresh without permissions
no governmental guidelines or life-serving suggestions
we can do without, thank you, now let life resume
for every heart, we will always refreshingly outnumber the statisticians.
by anglia24
10h00: 16/05/2008
©2008anglia24
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Yes!
It is the same car... my "Elsie".
Pushing the boundaries a bit further with post processing, for better monochrome composition.
It is very different to her usual bright Turismo Blue!
The Port of Boston's 09022 pushes back 10 covered steel wagons for loading in the docks. Accessed by the swing bridge over The Haven, a tidal channel out to the Wash five miles away draining the River Witham and several Fen Drains into the North Sea, the bridge, completed in 1884 provides the rail link into the docks for this train, 20 wagons which will be returned to Wolverhampton Steel terminal loaded with rolled steel coil as train 6M07 at 18:58 from the Exchange sidings, known as Boston Sleaford Sidings. 3rd of June 2025.
D-AALP, a Boeing 777F, being pushed back from the Cargo West facilities of Toronto Pearson International Airport in Mississauga, Ontario.
Having arrived two hours earlier as BOX482 (AeroLogic GmbH) from Frankfurt, Germany, it was about to continue on to Los Angeles, California.
A fine day for mowing grass. A polariser on the lens for this....as if you had not already guessed that! Super clouds against the blue sky.
The trainers sent me out in the middle of the giant pool and told me to lay in the Superman position. The dolphins (Triton and Belle, boyfriend and girlfriend) start at the other end of the pool and rush towards me, pushing my feet forward, sending me half out of the water, through the air with their noses. Seriously best moment of my life.
It is a crazy notion to think that the moon, roughly 240,000 miles away from the Earth, can exhibit its subtle influence on a body as massive as the ocean, changing.... nay causing tides. And to think, as I sit there watching all that slowly happen that that same moon all those thousands of miles away has its pull on me too. In that respect the ocean and I have something in common.