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Lingerie and stockings on both of us : Baiastice - Analou LIngerie. At Fameshed X
Hats on both of us : Peculiar Things - Burning Glory Cap. At Eclipse.
Kynne (left) :
Head : Catwa - Catya
Skin : Glam Affair - Sienna applier for Catwa. At Soiree.
Hair : Doux - Zoe
Duchess (right) :
Hair : Doux - Zoe
Head : Genus Project - Baby
Skin : The Skinnery - Tzuyu. At Soiree.
Decor :
Vita's Boudoir - Wonder Gacha. New in main store.
uK - Naughty Girl Time Out Butter. At Fameshed X
This was the end of another perfect day. May all your days have perfect ending. This was taken almost a month ago. I find myself day dreaming and this is what I see.
Two birds sharing a golden moment on a deadhead log that was lodged into the bottom of the seemingly calm Fraser River.
The sun had dipped below the horizon in this late Autumn scene.
The Fraser River is the longest river within British Columbia, Canada, rising at Fraser Pass near Blackrock Mountain in the Rocky Mountains and flowing for 1,375 kilometres (854 mi), into the Strait of Georgia just south of the City of Vancouver. The river's annual discharge at its mouth is 112 cubic kilometres (27 cu mi) or 3,550 cubic metres per second (125,000 cu ft/s), and each year it discharges about 20 million tons of sediment into the ocean.
The river is named after Simon Fraser, who led an expedition in 1808 on behalf of the North West Company.
Stay healthy
Happy Clicks,
~Christie (happiest) by the River
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I may not be the best story teller on this planet but this image sums up why I just love my woodland and forest photography. Again with time against me i had the morning fog on this short trip on my side.
I had caught maybe two images which was a slight downer, so I took a break and was just enjoying my tea and taken in the sounds and sights of nature.
Deep in thought I made myself a promise and it was to my new born grandson that when he is older and stronger I would always try in my spare time to show him these wonderful scenes in the woodlands and get him to learn and appreciate nature. With that in mind I packed the camera back in the bag and made my way back to home.
Then this image happened before my very eyes, the rest of the story you know, flapping like a mad man quickly got the camera out, shaking like a leaf admiring and composing all at the same time. Just wished my grandson was there at this moment to witness what beauty a little light provides in nature.
RKO_3744. How wonderful to meet with this young lion cub, obviously waiting for its mother to return. The curious cub looked straight towards me allowing for a wonderful portrait shot.
Somehow the image tells me it's looking at the television screen in front of him watching a movie and looking at some strange animals carrying metal tubes......😏
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where the monsters have no legs and are taller than two maples on top of each other and can zap the life spirit from you and, if they happen to be scientists and eat you, they'll pass on their scientist brain. all of this at 5:45 am after we smoked the house out with the wood stove. but we figured out a new playground for the legos.
Today
After the events at Templemore Cove, Ivo had to move on to the next city. He's hiding out in a motel room under a newly assumed name. Ivo has a whole new set of credentials. It pays to know people in the underground. You never know when government agencies need to remove an asset. You never know when it's your time to run.
Ivo sits on the bed as he empties his pockets. He opens his wallet an checks his license. We watch as ruffles through the passport. It reads, Edgardo Ruiz. "I could pass for an Edgardo," he shrugs. Ivo doesn't give it a second thought as he lays the passport on the dresser and lays down to bed. Hours later we see Ivo laying on the bed, his eyes closed and twitching as REM sleep begins.
Three Years ago
Ivo reaches for her elbow as she stands guard, pistol in hand, SMG at the ready.
"I got the portable wormhole," as he lifts the suitcase in his hand "let's get out of here before Carmine gets his wits about him," Ivo pulls her toward the cycle to the left of them.
"Where is he?" she asks.
"I clotheslined him off of his bike. He's over there by the strip club. I broke his thumb to get the cuffs he had connect to it off of him" he states proudly.
She looks at him puzzled, "it's a leather handle , couldn't you have just ripped the case from the handle?"
Bewildered he blushes and smiles , remembering where they are "let's go , let's go"
They jump on the one motorcycle. He steers while she sits behind then as they speed off. She wraps her arm around his waist. She smiles at him before resting her head on his shoulder, wind in her hair, she mouths , "I love you."
Ivo smirks knowingly, as if he felt her lips on his back as she said it.
Six Years Ago
A young male cadet walks on the campus grounds. Alone , looking for someone to guide him to the proper starting point. A small amount of sweat drips down his forehead, his heart racing slightly. He missed the row of stanchions and signs telling him where to go. He found an older male with a decorated uniform who directed him to the proper line.
In Kawaii City and in the rest of the country that they live in, minimum age to apply for the police exam at 16 and to serve is 17. The same for the military. He is anxious, he's shaking but he has never been more confident of what he wanted to do with his life. Confidence, naivete, same difference. Ivo was going to take on whatever came his way, as long as he was in law enforcement.
Confetti comes down from the sky onto the 35 graduating members of the KPD police academy. Ivo and young lady share laughter and hugs. She's a petite 4 foot 11 (about 125 cm), brown hair, slim build, as slim as you can tell in the police uniform. They look at each other as they laugh. They turn to the new officers on the other side of them and hug them as well.
The dream sequence moves through the years. They quickly move up the ranks. Side by side, partners on the job, eventually lovers off the job. Quite frankly, lovers on the job sometimes also. They apply for federal positions. We still don't know who they work for because of the sensitive nature of what they do. They do it together. He's Clyde to her Bonnie. She's Crocket to his Tubbs. Harry Tasker to her Helen Tasker. Rachel to his Ross.
He suddenly awakes, back in the current time. Ivo reaches out to the empty side of the bed. He blurts out ... "Cindy"
this photo have a Mystery story in the south kurdistan near (duhok ) city . this my work shop and documentary of my photography in the ( lalsh) temple , Lalish is a mountain valley temple situated in the Shekhan District of Iraq since 1991. It is the holiest temple of the Yazidis. It is the location of the tomb of Sheikh Adi ibn Musafir, a central figure of the Yazidi
Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start
With her first hello
She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine
There'd never be another love, another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go I'm never lonely
With her around, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand, it's always there
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
Ordinarily I'd clone out those power lines in a heartbeat, but studying this composition, I realised they were essential to a story. If trees could think, both in life and in death, would each 'tree' seen here be envious of each other? One, grown strong and mighty, cut to have use carrying electricity, but denied it's old age; the other, wild and free, yet cruelly misshaped by weather and environment, with no future. other than an ignominious death? (I can hear someone out there saying, "Shut up, Fergal...it's just an ugly tree and a power pole. Get a life.") Seen at Aghinish, Co. Mayo, Ireland.
Izzie has the Age Yourself lines out at the Spoonful of Sugar Festival, donating 100% to MSF/Doctors Without Borders! You can go from subtle to not-so-subtle, and I love them.
Also showing off Glam Affairs Imogen skin on Lelutka's Lake head and the fabulous Grunge lashes from alaskametro<3
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Location: ° At The Green Story <- click to get the landmark
A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And though a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness
I'm lost without you. I'm lost without you
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
And fall into the sea
I'm mad about you. I'm mad about you
And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient songs of sadness
But every step I thought of you
Every footstep only you
And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean
Tell me, how much longer? How much longer?
They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king
But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing
These are the works of man
This is the sum of our ambition
It would make a prison of my life
If you became another's wife
With every prison blown to dust
My enemies walk free
I'm mad about you. I'm mad about you
And I have never in my life
Felt more alone than I do now
Although I claim dominions over all I see
It means nothing to me
There are no victories
In all our histories, without love
And though you hold the keys to ruin
Of everything I see
With every prison blown to dust,
My enemies walk free
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
And fall into the sea
I'm mad about you. I'm mad about you
Thank you for helping me make this picture so perfect!