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Mark Knopfler -- Restless Farewell
Oh, a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract, and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me
But if the arrow is straight
And the point is slick
It can pierce through dust no matter how thick
So I'll make my stand
And remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn
Killingly, CT | www.peteyphotography.com
Lots of stuff going on in life, Photography is coming to the forefront, which is where it should have stayed.
Hello 2017. I'm making some big strides in a few areas which have originally held me back. I'm going to make a severe career change and follow my dream of photography. i've tried to bury it for 5 years, enough is enough.
Here's to the reemergence of Petey Photography!!
বাংলা নাম - সঠিক জানতে পারলাম না ।
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English Name = Golden Dewdrop / Skyflower / Pigeon Berry
Sc. Name = Duranta erecta
Family = Verbenaceae
The Genus Name 'Duranta' should not be confused with the Bengali equivalent of 'Restless' or 'Hyperactive'.
This flower was named after a 15th Century Italian Botanist Castor Durantes
ID credit :- 3Point141.
Chicopee, MA | www.peteyphotography.com
Met up with good buds this afternoon to do a shoot for their new lineup. We found some spots in Chicopee that fit the clean and simple look they're going for. Super stoked on how they came out and it felt great to get behind the camera again. Alienbee's are going strong!
A recently new art piece by artist Pae White titled "Restless Rainbow" is such a creative installation which uses the Bluhm Family Sculpture Terrace in a very unique way. The viewer immediately becomes immersed in a world of lines, textures and colors
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The first of my Bowra photos and probably the best is this chirpy bird which lives near the shearer's quarters. I couldn't decide on shots so am posting two.
It is a friendly bird and sat on my car mirror when I first pulled up although these shots were taken a few days later from a hide near the lagoon (thank you very much Brian!).
Some more experienced people than I thought this bird had more rufous on the chest than usual and that that was a characteristic of Bowra RF's. The books say the rufous colour on the fine tips of new plumage gets worn off in a short while so maybe this is it's brand new clothes!
In my restless dreams, I see that town. Livonia. As the cold snow melts and temperatures warm up, a heavy fog resulted, draping itself across southeastern Michigan. It was particularly bad Tuesday night. Regardless of the conditions, the rumble of a 16 cylinder GE prime mover and K5LA horn fills the air while golden headlights slice through the evening fog. Soon the sight of a CSX autorack train came into view, moving west through Livonia, Michigan.
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Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep--
one by one going up the hill and over the fence--one by
one four-footed pattering up and over--one by one wiggling
their stub tails as they take the short jump and go
over--one by one silently unless for the multitudinous
drumming of their hoofs as they move on and go over--
thousands and thousands of them in the grey haze of
evening just after sundown--one by one slanting in a
long line to pass over the hill--
I am the slow, long-legged Sleepyman and I love you
sheep in Persia, California, Argentine, Australia, or
Spain--you are the thoughts that help me when I, the
Sleepyman, lay my hands on the eyelids of the children
of the world at eight o'clock every night--you thousands
and thousands of sheep in a procession of dusk making
an endless multitudinous drumming on the hills with
your hoofs.
"Sheep" --Carl Sandburg
This herd was being moved from the high elevation Marksagunt Plateau(shared in part, by Zion NP) to lower elevations where they will spend the winter. The Marksagunt is home to Mountian Lions, Coyotes and recently, California Condors. Each has an interest in the presence of the vast herds which spend the summer here.
all the time.....
Habits by Tove Lo youtu.be/oh2LWWORoiM?si=io4vKYNXK83J0iPH
… I eat my dinner in my bathtub
Then I go to sex clubs
Watching freaky people getting it on
It doesn't make me nervous
If anything, I'm restless
Yeah, I've been around, and I've seen it all
… I get home, I got the munchies
Binge on all my Twinkies
Throw up in the 'tub, then I go to sleep
And I drank up all my money
Dazed and kinda lonely
… You're gone, and I gotta stay high all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
… Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you, babe, I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life to forget I'm missing you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
… Pick up daddies at the playground
How I spend my daytime
Loosen up the frown, make them feel alive
I make it fast and greasy
I'm numb, and way too easy
… You're gone, and I gotta stay high all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
… Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you, babe, I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life to forget I'm missing you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
… Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain't got no end, oh
Can't go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain, oh
… Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain't got no end, oh-oh
Can't go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain
… You're gone, and I gotta stay high all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
… Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you, babe, I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life to forget I'm missing you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
… Oh-oh
Nothing to do but scuff down
the graveyard road behind the playground,
past the name-stones lined up in rows
beneath their guardian pines,
on out into the long, low waves of plains
that dissolved time. We'd angle off
from fence and telephone line, through
ribbon-grass that closed behind as though
we'd never been, and drift toward the bluff
above the river-bend where the junked pickup
moored with its load of locust-skeletons.
Stretched across the blistered hood, we let
our dresses catch the wind while clouds above
dimmed their pink to purple, then shadow-blue—
So slow, we listened to our own bones grow.
By: Debra Nystrom