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Waves discharge their energy on the rocks of the Sardinian coast.

Getting moved or maybe moved here...anyway, looks like it might be saved.

Near Capulin, NM

"Quando l’ultimo albero sarà stato abbattuto,

l’ultimo fiume avvelenato,

l’ultimo pesce pescato,

vi accorgerete che non si può mangiare il denaro."

 

Profezia degli Indiani Cree

  

"Only when the last tree has been cut down,

Only when the last river has been poisoned,

Only when the last fish has been caught,

Then only will you see that money cannot be eaten."

 

Cree Indian Prophecy

 

...se volete guardarvela Large! :-)

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Tree in a safe hand.

Lac du Portillon (2571m) - Haute-Garonne, France.

Minolta Autocord, Ilford Kentmere Pan 100 (Rolleinar 1).

. . . . bathe together!

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A Macro of red-ants in my garden, just when i pulled a concrete slab up.

5pointz in Queens may not be with us much longer, but there is still hope. Every day it is tied up in court is a good day.

 

The irony of 5 pointz... it created the very culture and neighborhood that the developers want to exploit. If not for 5pointz it is doubtful that MoMA and others would have ever ventured out into the wilds of Queens.

 

www.facebook.com/pages/5-Pointz/158365877546904

 

I personally feel like it should be granted landmark status and will do whatever I can to lend support to the cause. Hope others also let their voices be heard.

Just kidding. Happy Halloween!

un "caldo" abbraccio...

The fox squirrels love the large crabapples from the tree in our backyard. I enjoyed watching this squirrel decide where to hide his snack!

Lighting:

Two rims (speed lights) @ 10 & 2.

Shoot-thru umbrella on-axis for fill.

LP160 camera right on the floor @ minimum power to light hand

 

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Lobster buoys arranged as a small tree to catch your eye and not miss the sign. Photographed on the Schoodic Pennisula in Maine.

 

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Elusyve threatened to send her cats to the tub if they did not sell! Being a cat lover, of course Wilmur had to protest!

Ring-a-ring-Opposes, a pocketful-Forecloses©

 

What advancement has been spelled out this morning?

Or any other morning for the matter with us is not yet found,

Still somehow uncolonized is the space within our heart

Overrun as it may be by so much as the duty bound

Ways radiating the loss of our own habitat that now sets us apart

 

From the roads we build atop the past trampled underfoot

Cobbles give way to the gobbles of hungry economic pressure

Drink your coffee quick so you may be full of beans in readiness

For the trek that gives a heck for seizing a rightful expressure

Over distinctive burials of hurt and all of life's bloodiness

 

Emotion rather resembles archaeology with origin unknown

It's a treasure worth having yet it's value cannot be easily told

We may hold such an artifact in our hand yet flinch in someone else's

And crack as we might it is only time that can find out before we're sold

By which time living memory has been and gone where history convulses

 

When we're done and dusted our image of ourselves speaks of tribal beliefs

Those narrow-minded policies handed-down from government to bleeder

Oh! and what stories shall we tell when our rich soil becomes political?

My childhood garden now a by-word for by-pass, a ruddy road's northern feeder

For no truth is harder to bear than next year's road map, ahead lies, lies, lies so hypocritical

 

Motions passed in my backyard by persons who'll have been and gone

Before my oats are cold...I jest, of course,

For the planners I never see live far, faraway from the likes of you or me

They have job descriptions that even google doesn't yet know, how coarse!

Yet real their decisions are, for their administrative cocoon may leave me a solitary tree

 

As swathes of childhood memory are churned-up why must we build over

Areas of greatest worth? leaving but a dust bowl to live out of

Only queried when the going gets tough and the tough have long gone

I speak of the Wensum valley and Norwich's soon to be northern ring of cupboard love

The atlas speaks what councils forgot to tell us...now preservation has been foregone.

 

by anglia24

10h30: 21/11/2008

©2008anglia24

Scotland

Ardrossan North Shore

Save me from darkness , from harm

take me away with you

Don't leave me unprotected , unsecured

without you I am not exist

 

just a simple words that i 've written in my daily note , hope u like it ^^

 

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