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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
Sleeping Dogs
3449x1940 || Camera Control Mod || SweetFX 1.4/B (tonemap/curves/liftgammagain/gaussian/lumasharpen/vignette)
The golden light of the setting sun is reflected off the waves crashing on the cliffs of Big Sur. The spray from the crashing waves would sometimes shoot way up past where I was shooting from, which is at least 20-25 ft from the sea level if not more.
After thinking about what I would look like with a mustache, I cloned myself. Twice.
And what's even more amazing than my veiny feet is that I did this without a tripod.
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
I was originally trying to practice manual focusing on a creek in the distance but spotted this spider on a leaf. I guess he could sense the camera on him because he did not want to sit still. Sorry Mr. Spider didn’t know you were camera shy.
By now everyone's seen the entire giftset so instead of the clear pic from my hotel room I figured this would do better.
While chilling with Holly & the crew I mentioned that there was no black princesses yet and hoped for one and even name checked Nadja as one to hope for so to learn she was the giftset for the weekend TOTALLY gagged me!!
Nikon D3s + 70-200mm f/2.8G + TC-14E | McMurdo Station, Antarctica, 20 Nov 2011
© 2011 José Francisco Salgado, PhD
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
The Sleepwalker (1909) by Gustav Vigeland (1869-1943). On the wall behind, two paintings by Eilif Peterssen (1852-1928), on the left Summer Night (1886) and on the right Nocturne (1887). All in the collection of the National Museum of Art, Architecture and Design (formerly, National Gallery) in Oslo.
It was a very hot day in Pasir Ris Park and the Malaysian Pied Fantail (Rhipidura javanica) was trying to shelter its chicks from the burning sun, but the chicks were very restless.
Immerse into nature with me in my blog: Pasir Ris Park 2013 - 2014
*Note: More pics of Birds in my Wild Avian Friends Album.
More isolated than I've ever been in my entire life, and feeling the strain of it.
I wish Santa was real and he'd send me a car so I could escape lol
This breath is not smooth, this mind not still.
The dust is heavy beneath the bed.
Even in the storm, I sit and breathe.
New life is near. I bow my head.