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Photographed this chicken today at the Gentle Barn that seemed to be intrigued by it's own reflection. Please be sure and check out my other shots too :)
its the last day of 2016. have you done your reflections for the year and set resolutions for the new and exciting 2017? happy new year!
Last Sunday I found myself staring in a mirror.
Had been a while since I last saw my own ugly face.
Had been a while since I experienced running hot water and soap.
A zink, a toilet, soap, towels, electricity.
I was in heaven.
Even if not gone for long, things change and look different when you get back.
I was reflecting over good news and bad news.
I had been taken from the past and now dropped back in the future.
Time flies, in many ways and meanings.
This song was on "repeat" in my head on my way back home.
Reflections of the "Floating" Chinese Restaurant permanently moored in Millwall Inner Dock.
The Millwall Dock was constructed by John Aird & Co. to a design by Sir John Fowler and opened in 1868.[
The dock is L-shaped, with an 'Outer Dock' running east-west, and an 'Inner Dock' running north from the eastern end. It originally contained around 36 acres (14 hectares) of water and had a 200 acre (81 hectare) estate. The western end of the Outer Dock was originally connected to the Thames at Millwall by an 80 ft (24 m) wide channel. The spoil from the docks formed the area of wasteland known as the Mudchute. A graving dock for ship repairs was constructed at the SE corner of the Outer Dock (one of 6 originally planned), and later lengthened to 555 ft (169 m).
With reorganisation by the Port of London Authority in the 1920s, the northern end of the Inner Dock was connected to the West India Docks by the Millwall Passage, and the direct connection to the Thames was filled.
The dock was used mainly for timber and grain, a trade which eventually moved down river to the Port of Tilbury with the construction of a major grain terminal in the 1960s. A McDougall's flour mill on the south side of the Outer Dock was demolished in about 1980.
Water reflections in Bruges, Belgium. Rozenhoedkaai at night.
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Reflecting the three lost Hollywood icons: Ed, Farrah and Michael.
May You All Rest In Peace!
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You know, Gaga, trust is like a mirror. You can fix it if it's broke... but you can still see the crack in that motherfucker's reflection.
6x6 impressionist oil daily landscape painting on canvas panel. The smooth reflection of the tree in the water contrasts with the texture of the tree and brush on the bank of the creek.
JCB 220X LC tracked excavator that had been working on the demolition of some disused industrial units in Altens, Aberdeen.
I liked the reflection of the machine in the puddle!
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Some kid on the train was making faces at his reflection in the window I think. Either way I was playing with my camera and took a shot of him. Haha
Try to visualize a beautiful woman. Give it some seconds serious consideration. I shall wait patiently as long...
Now the woman you picture in you head, not only has form and shape, she most likely even have mannerisms and perhaps are wearing clothes. If so we can even with wisdom assume that the clothes she is wearing is consistent with, and thus reflect, the person she is and here is my point. She is to the mental effect almost a person, as your imagination is a VERY powerfull tool. - Mind you not even the Tihane-2 (The Chinese supercomputer) would be able to create in memory what you just did in seconds. (Further more, the Tihane-2 would probably answer that beauty is subjective and continue in long explanations to explain the beauty of binary simplicity, but be quite indifferent as in regard to the beauty of women.)
In your head, from the quest was launched, you started drawing upon your feminine resources of data in your eyes putting together a pretty much ”perfect” women ;o) But make no mistake, in a way she is VERY real, as she is created only and alone from YOUR subconscious imaginative spectrum of what a ”beautiful women” consist of. Those perceptions are not only VERY real, to you it is the whole world and thus, the very definition of beauty.
If you are a crossdresser, transvestite or transexual, you know very well what powers are to be drawn from within that imaginative spectrum, but make no mistake. When ordinary macho heterosexual men watch Expendables 1 (Macho hetero classic - 5 stars from my male side, Lisa says ”No comment!” shaking her head) they very much identify them self, with being amongst such group of battle scarred veterans, knowing each others weaknesses and strengths, using them in unison, like a team, working like clockwork and on backbone alone beating odds no sane person would bet a single dime on.
Women as well have their own visual identification spectrum and I stand accused making following statement without statistic documentation, but I have notion practically all women at some time, have imagined them self walking into a crowded room drawing all attention, dazzling everyone with the mere presence of their radiant beauty. But again, I might be mistaken and women not only may, but trust me will rightfully claim ”What the hell do I REALLY know about women.” and it is in fact quite true.
Never the less there is still much to be obtained from within, the almost magical imaginative spectrum.
You see, something happens to macho heterosexual men, watching not ONLY Expendables 1, but every film made in modern times that has to do with war, fighting, death, violence and murder (several times). Slowly, we find, such identification change such individuals. The same thing happens to T-girls who spend much time in the imaginative female spectrum, they change slowly, becoming more like that in reality as well, changing slowly.
Thus watching many movies on war identifying with being a vengeful warmachine, might actually in a stressfull situation, combined with a life crisis, trigger the hidden imaginative being nurtured by such imagination, making that person pick up a riffle going into warmode showing the world a thing or two. Where as a T-girl in same stressfull life crisis, very well might say ”Fuck it all.” pick up a pair of stilettos and wearing a tight skirt ”showing” (though in a more practical sense) the world a thing or two as well.