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This active juvenile male mandrill finally stood still just long enough for me to snap this shot!
Have a fabulous day, everyone... :)
Lugar: Concejo de Llanes, Asturias
Fecha: 03-04-05/07/2015
Painter: Iván from Luces Raras
Lighter: Frodo DKL
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Fotos realizadas durante el Campamento Lightpainting 2015
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"Neva felt you,
Nothing physical yet,
I'm taken back by your presence.
I could only imagine,
What it would be like
if we were to lie naked.
Naked - waiting on my phone to ring.
Never did.
Ring.
Never did."
NP: Never Did - Stacy Barthe
Finally found some time to work on a couple of older shots, which were laying around on my hard drive for quite some time now...
The Red Sea Habitat is an 8,000 gallon aquarium filled with delicate live coral, a forty-foot tunnel surrounded by the 100,000 gallon Red Sea Aquarium. Eagle rays (to move in soon) with up to six-foot wingspans swim among some of the most beautiful fish in the world.
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Annie Copeland married William Bent in 1866, when she was 19 and he was 24. Reverend Coffin did the ceremony, but it wasn't long before she was buried in his namesake. Annie was 26 when tuberculosis took the happiness she had. Those bones lie next to her mother Eliza, but her broken stone was pulled here to save it being buried in the brush. Once I finish clearing off the wild roses, I'll place her back where she belongs. I always wonder what's to say for short-lived stories, the ones who lived enough to matter and be missed. In the grip of what we could call restless in peace, time conspired to break connections between who's above and below. Wide-eyed and worn away, carefully peeled to tell the rocks and stones apart. The words "my wife" in a wreath carved in the head, heartfelt and snapped in half. There's as good a chance as any that we were never meant to read this story, written for the left behind and no one else. But all for the sake of someone, in this case a 6th cousin thrice removed of husband William. His name is Christopher Bent, and he's helped me tell a lot of tales through paper and digital history. So it's always good when I can dig up one of his.
January 1, 2022
Old Methodist Cemetery
Bear River, Nova Scotia
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Since its last episode of vigorous Strombolian activity and small intracrater lava flows during the night of 10-11 August 2012, the Bocca Nuova - the largest of Etna's summit craters - has produced only sporadic emissions of ash, one every 5-20 minutes approximately. These emissions, some smaller and some larger, are clearly explosive (not due to collapse within the crater), and on 21 August, we had the chance to see some of them close-up. As part of the routine during the one-week turn of being volcanologist-on-duty, I paid a visit to Etna's summit craters today, with a journalist friend from Germany. We benefited from very fine weather and generally good visibility at the summit craters. Explosive ash emissions from the Bocca Nuova occurred at irregular intervals, most of these were rather small, and essentially noiseless except for the noise of rocks falling around the vent that lies on the eastern floor of the Bocca Nuova. Two larger explosions occurred during our visit, which started with a loud boom and the sound of many more rocks falling, also somewhat farther away from the intracrater vent. Some areas on the eastern and southern rims of the crater showed abundant very fresh impact craters, created by the fall of heavy, dense blocks (not light, porous scoriae as during the previous period of Strombolian activity). We surveyed the area with extreme caution and were lucky to obtain a clear view of the vent during a period of quiescence.
One of the larger explosions occurred while we were on the nearby Northeast Crater; this is the one shown in this image, taken at 08:45 h GMT. Part of the Voragine crater floor is seen at lower left
Woke up restless and couldn’t fall back asleep. So decided to play with PhotoShop
Model:
Model:
Pfeffer Weiss my Factory Simply Peppermint custom by Crafting with Loove (factory MSR Side part Scalp By Me)
Details:
Shirt by SugarDollShop
Fascinator by ToleTole
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scrape your knee; it is only skin
makes the sound of violins.
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t'would make me happy.
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You probably can’t tell.
But, I’m wearing a black shirt.
Wore it for some contrast in the picture.
And, when my friend was covering me with this flour, she put some on my face (meaning she threw it at my face while I wasn’t ready, getting it in my eyes).
Hence why my eyes are bloodshot.
Very few good ideas were thought that day.
I've been struggling to get a goodnight sleep.
It's not the stress.
It's not the bed.
It's not the heat.
I'm restless.
Restlessness of a study hour!!
My daughter declared she would not do her work unless I sat down near her thru the 45 minute work.
While she was at it in those 45 minutes of having nothing else to do I captured her facial expressions. As she is not the one who would sit without moving even for a minute I knew it would be a feast for the lens.
Some of the frames are a little blurred nevertheless I think they still are clear enough for the inclusion of expression.
hope u all enjoy it.
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