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An old Gulf service station sits abandoned along I-35 in Moore, Texas, watching the big rigs stream endlessly by.
Night, 1/4 moon & hideously bright billboard to camera left. Two pops of a red-gelled Vivitar 283 under the canopy and one blue pop in the garage.
See my "Texas Ghost Towns by Night" article in Texas Escapes Online Magazine for more on why I love photographing old places like this.
Another study from the Romanesque gateway to Bristol Abbey - now the Cathedral. The variety and imagination in some of these designs amazes me.
Not sure If i got the angle on this one quite right, but pleased enough to post :-)
A cloud passing infront of the sun contributed to this photo of beautiful Anansi. She's a brown spotted tabby with white, thou with this lenght of the fur, spots become rather blurry.
I had a chance to shoot with the lovely and leggy Cassie at our last pre-Stay at Home group shoot. I think this was Cassie's first shoot ever - it definitely was our first shoot together. What a fun young lady - she stands 6' 2" in bare feet. She's very easy to shoot with - hopefully this was the first of many shoots.
I took these photos in March 2020 in Caldwell, Idaho.
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
wandering around sl alone with my demons...
Visit this location at Romantic Moods ~ Snuggles Forest in Second Life
Something from the archives. SOOC. I've been way too busy during past weeks, phew! Work, work and work. I haven't been able to be here in Flickr and comment any pics, sorry friends!
i think i need to change the middle pictures tone but im to lazy right now
Im pretty sure im goin to sleep restless tonight i know a boy shouldnt make me so...i dont know the word for it but....
--who agrees with me that it sucks that after less then a month there to someone new and that theyve decideded its not "a good idea" to hangout with u since they have a new girlfriend...even though u truelly want to be friends with the person
In otherwords they only want to be your friend on there time
The worst part is i ended it not him
Bc it was just another thing making me restless
I know im being pathetic and complaining and i could have things soo much worst but i care too much and get way to stressed for just being 17
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
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
At night we went to shoot Kluchevskoy - acting stratovolcano on the east of Kamchatka. It is the highest active volcano on the Eurasia. Its height varies from 4750 to 4850 meters or more above sea level. The reddish glow on the right side - lava flow reflected from clouds.
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