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The USA seems so divided.At least ,they agree on something:-) First the end is near ,then it's here...the end. The boards are white because no one is being heard anyway. Interesting wordplay in the title,isn't it.
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.:: ♫ Another Brick in the Wall ♫ ::.
♫♪♫ ... We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone ... ♪♫♫
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Heartfelt
In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Excerpt of a poem By Meredith Roaten
Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower (Year Posted 2012)
Chrysanthemum: the big blooms are often duo toned, collectively known as kotengiku or antique chrysanthemums.
However, this looks like a new variety, NEVER seen this before!
Have a blooming time, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
For more of my other work visit here: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
“Yes. Cut off by the tide and eaten alive by the local insect population!” That’s what I should have said in reply when Ali, from the safety of the pavement twenty metres away, asked me whether I was getting anything. But I’ve never been quick when the opportunity for hilariously witty sarcasm arrives. Nor even just plain sarcasm for that matter. Besides which I was yet to realise I was now marooned on a tiny patch of shore and that the tide was beginning to wash around the feet of my tripod. All I could manage was “yes I think so,” as I batted another mosquito away. Of course there were mosquitoes here at this time of day. Why on earth would I think that there wouldn’t be at the edge of the water, standing next to a decidedly boggy patch of wetland? But then again you’ve already learned that I’m not the sharpest chisel in the toolbag at times. And if further proof of that were needed, just a few moments later, I was sloshing back to the safety of the pontoon through sinking sand as the sea slipped into the inlet from the direction of Fornells behind me. Pursued by a cloud of hungry miniature winged vampires.
By now I was getting used to the fact that things don’t always go according to plan here. And despite the online research suggesting this would be a relatively easy subject to get to, it was proving almost elusive as that cove I never found my way to a week earlier. Yet the low white boathouse lay hidden in plain sight at the edge of the estuary. How difficult could this be? Google Maps weren’t quite as helpful as usual today though. The road that supposedly led towards it turned out to be somebody’s drive with a chained gate barring further progress. A series of planks across a swampy area led to the side of the water, but some distance short of the target. I could try and climb those rocks, but the local wildlife was more belligerent than ever there and I retreated like a scalded cat in a hurry with his tail between his legs. In the end the only option seemed to be to trust the long end of a budget lens and hope for the best.
A few moments later I was standing on the pavement overlooking the water, at least two hundred yards from the boathouse, while Ali disappeared along a nearby pontoon to inspect the yachts. Soon she called me over, the implied suggestion being I might get a better shot from where she was standing. So I wandered over to where she was, and before long decided to advance the last few yards that were available to me, squelching across a tiny beach that despite appearances seemed to consist of more mud than sand. Still, there was no going back now, and the vantage point I had was as good as it was going to get. Well I suppose I had Monte Toro, the highest point on the island (and rival candidate for this evening’s final port of call) in the background as a compositional bonus. If all of those huge masts can be considered as an aesthetically pleasing addition that is. No I’m not sure either, but then I never trust people who are certain about things.
I found Ali back at the car, hiding from the vampires as in vain I tried to brush off the mud and sand soup from my shoes before climbing in. And as we began the journey back towards the hotel, we couldn’t help noticing that one of those curious reverse sunsets was happening. To the west the sky was clear, warm but featureless with a yellow glow. Yet to the east, where there were no immediately obvious compositions, a bank of low cloud was filled with the pinks, oranges and fiery reds that so many of us lose our heads over, rare as they are on our rain sodden cluster of islands further north. But I knew it was a losing game. Not only did I have no idea of where I might get a shot, but down here in the Mediterranean, the distance between golden hour and dusk is a short journey. I sighed and accepted it. Or at least I did until I noticed the pull in near the roundabout, where I jumped out of the car and over a limestone wall, losing my footing on the red earth before scrambling up a small rise through trees to arrive at a vista that sadly offered nothing of note. Already the colours had mostly departed, even though scarcely five minutes had passed. You can’t have it all. I sighed and scrambled back down the slope and over the wall. My shoes, still wet from the soggy sand, were now coated in a brighter shade of red than the ones we’d just seen in the sky. It was time to leave and trust that the bargain basement bit of glass I bought from eBay and the boathouse shots from the mosquito coast had delivered.
greetings from absolutely beautiful Rhode Island!!! no, that's not sarcasm. it's gorgeous here.
being housed in a very cozy cottage just outside of Providence.
here through mid-January. two straight days of driving and here i am at last.
this photo is not much to look at, but then, neither am i today. i totally neglected to take a photo yesterday, so i'm struggling to get two out today. and you just know they are both going to be awesome as a result... ;)
so, okay. one more to go and i will be back on track.
and who knows? i might actually put some THOUGHT into the next one.
song of the day which is today but i want you to pretend was yesterday: o holy night - the tracey chapman version only, please. my head hurts too much for a louder version.
A queen showing cracks is standing in the chaos of the chessboard :-)I haven´t seen the queen of Great Britain for a while .
A kid's playground structure during COVID shut down when no play was allowed. Someone wrote this graffiti inside this slide as-if the structure itself was mocking the situation.
And the close-up is here (Haven't I say itll come real soon?:P)
As said, no credits, you gonna start and know them perfectly if I went to list them again! *winks*
Love & Peace ♥
Oh and yeah, as the title says...
Bitter & Sweet Valentine's day to all... (In advance.. But still! *grins*)
An ECO pair from G64 sits in Portage while 281 pulls up with 7014 on point and a glorious AC44 trailing. CP should seriously scrap everything EMD. So unreliable
obvious sarcasm is obvious
Heartfelt
In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Excerpt of a poem By Meredith Roaten
Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower
Chrysanthemum: the big blooms are often duo toned, collectively known as kotengiku or antique chrysanthemums.
However, this looks like a new variety, NEVER saw these before.
Have a blooming time, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
chrysanthemum, kotengiku, bloom, three, petals, flower, design, chiaroscuro, studio, pink, yellow, green, colour, black-background, square, "magda indigo"
Heartfelt
In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Excerpt of a poem By Meredith Roaten
Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower
Chrysanthemum: the big blooms are often duo toned, collectively known as kotengiku or antique chrysanthemums.
However, this looks like a new variety, NEVER saw these before.
Have a blooming time, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
chrysanthemum, kotengiku, bloom, three, petals, flower, design, chiaroscuro, studio, pink, yellow, green, colour, black-background, square, "Magda indigo"
Not really for a smile - rather a bitter sarcasm.
I don't know if it is the same in your country, but in Germany there is almost no toilet paper to buy for weeks - it is hoarded :-(
Many thanks to my dear friend Anneliese L. for the artistic painting of the toilet paper roll.
Smile on saturday 4.4.2020 "Egg-ceptional"
Focus stack
The beach of Prora stretches out, a canvas of shimmering gold. But as I walk further, a shadow looms in the distance, breaking the serene panorama.Emerging from the sands is a colossal structure, a relic from a darker time. Built by the Nazi organization "Kraft durch Freude," it was envisioned as a leisure facility for the 'chosen' Arians. Yet, it stands abandoned, a grotesque monument to a twisted ideology. Its vastness is haunting, its decaying walls whispering tales of ambitions gone awry. And then, there's the door. A rusty, iron gateway that leads to... nothing. Shut in 1940, it stands as a testament to the senselessness of its creators. In the middle of the vastness, it's a darkly sarcastic reminder of the hollow promises and the delusions of grandeur that once were. Walking by, I'm consumed by a mixture of sadness and disbelief. How could something so ugly, so devoid of purpose, be planted amidst such natural beauty? The rotting structure, the pointless door, all stand as grim symbols of the madness of totalitarianism. A regime that built monstrosities in pursuit of an ideal, only to abandon them, leaving them to rot and decay.
Good day gentleladies and gentlelords! (✧ω✧)
Man cave opens today on the 17th of September! Some of you might have already took over the event by storm but for those who didn't - it's certainly worth a visit. Dura made new unisex hair for us, inspired by the famous actor River Phoenix. Next to a huge palette of color choices, the hair comes with three different styling options.
Since my editing is very subtle it might come as a surprise to some of you BUT (careful, sarcasm!) my pictures are heavily painted. Such surprise, very wow. But FEAR NOT MY FRIEND. I have not forsaken you. Here's a • raw preview • of the new hair ♡
I love this hair not only because it's a gender-neutral, cozy looking hair with an amazing level of detail and fine strands but also... doesn't it remind you of someone else too? Is it just me? Black hair, pale face, grumpy mood, face expression like he's constantly smelling sweaty socks or dead rats (maybe both), house teacher of Slytherin - no? Please someone safe me and make a Severus Snape cosplay for halloween with this (≧▽≦)
Before we continue with the credits I want to kindly thank Chiaki-sensei for their hard work on this hair. Thank you, Chiaki-sensei! Kudos to you and all my favorite creators who I included in this picture (also my bby and my PAPA CERB - you da best!). Biggest thanks to my lovely u10-kun for his patience and for modelling for me. Thanks for all your hard work my lovely creators and friends, you make every picture special (*´▽`*) ♡
- Credits -
Asahi (white-hair-boy):
Hair: Dura - U108 @Man Cave
Eyes: Gloom. - Overdose Collection - Albino
Blood applier: {-Maru Kado-} & Violetta - Don't open...
Roses: Hotdog - Pathetic rose bouquet
Septum: [CX] - Blade Septum
Bracers: [CX] - Heathen Armguard
Armband: [CX] - Spiked Fury - Bloody
Gloves: [ContraptioN] - Dapper Dandy's Gloves - ASTROM
Necklace1: Codex - Kazuma Necklace
Necklace2: ::Gabriel:: - Juzu necklace
Shirt: [Gild] - Chiffon gloom shirt
Jacket/shoulder: ::Breath:: - shoulderBJ1
Pants: jake - Get up pants
u10 (black-hair-boy):
Hair: Dura - U108 @Man Cave
Tattoo: Leven Ink Tattoo - Valentina Unisex
Tops: :::Breath::: - Im Junkie
Pants: Wonton: - Nikolai Biker Trousers
Decoration:
Backdrop: DYNASTY x anxiety - Mirthful Dining - Dinner Hall RARE
Armchair: DRD - Gothic Vampire Throne
Sidetable: DRD - Gothic Vampire Sidetable
Crows with cage: {-Maru Kado-} - My crow (gift)
Curtains: [Medieval Fantasy] - Burlesque red and gold curtains
Piano: Nutmeg. - Distressed Grand Piano Dark
Table: Nutmeg. - Old Wooden Table
Book: Nutmeg. - Summer's End Book
Candleholder: DRD - MB medium chandelabra
Feathers: Persefona - Floating Feathers
Even though it's definitely not anywhere near as cool as NS 8099 (sarcasm of course), I was pretty excited when I rolled up to Walbridge last week and found this Q241 getting ready to depart south (railroad east) with a former Seaboard SD40-2 on the point. A short time later, the RL Dispatcher gave him the light and the chase was on. Here, the train is seen rolling under the C&O signal bridge that protects the west end of the Fostoria center siding just outside of Fostoria, Ohio as they slow to take the northwest connection onto the former B&O and head for Deshler.
I promised someone to draw the same joke in cartoon style. The tobacco in his eye is mine :-) polution...pfff.
apparently i have offended a few people with my sarcasm...
so I am so so so sorry!!!
I apologize from the bottom of my heart if anyone is offended by my sarcasm.....
I really really am sorry, honestly i am!!! you wouldn't believe how sorry i am.... : )