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Neverending is a delightful homestead region which highlights cherry blossom season and as you can imagine has a very Japanese flavour. Built by Jayden Mercury and Valarie (Zalindah Resident) the island has a lot of very photogenic nooks and crannies to explore
The undefeated enemy, the chill
That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,
Is master of our moment, and has bound
The viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.
It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.
It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
Hillaire Belloc (1870-1953) from the poem January
Marvel Tales / Heft-Reihe
Starring Spider-Man
> Unmasked by Dr. Octopus
Reprint from The Amazing Spider-Man (Marvel, 1963 series) #12 (May 1964)
cover: Steve Ditko
Marvel Comics Group / USA 1983
ex libris MTP
Rooted in history, this city skyline rises majestically against the expansive sky. The stone buildings, each with its own story, line up like chapters in a book. The pink hue of a notable building breaks through the otherwise earthy tones, a visual highlight that underscores the city's uniqueness.
week #30
"Every child is born blessed with a vivid imagination. But just as a muscle grows flabby with disuse, so the bright imagination of a child pales in later years if he ceases to exercise it."
- Walt Disney
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don't forget to press L to view on black :)
this took me the longest it has ever taken me to finish a concept edting wise and I guess this is the very first upload on my entire stream I'm actually fully happy with and, which is even more important, even a little proud of. we were shooting out in the woods yesterday after a day of a series of enormous thunder, mosquitos were nailing us and we were soaked when we got back, haha. but it was tons of fun :) we even found a tiny frog, check the comments ;)
if I had to list all the inspirations for this shot the list would quite possibly never end. the main ones are a recent dream of mine and the heartbreaking Disney quote above, though. every time his words come to my mind I tell myself that I will never end up not believing in magic and the extraordinary because its them which make life so much more interesting. it feels like I've always had a vivid imagination so I'm not actually worried :) even though the reference might not be obvious, I had the story of Little Red Riding Hood in my head when creating this which used to be one of my favorite fairy tales when growing up. I wish I'd had a red cape (I'd go crazy, I think :D).
feedback is always appreciated, enjoy the rest of the weekend! :)
[the wolf is from here.]
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Swans: Blind
I always enjoy seeing this small Second Empire mansard located in a dangerous downtown neighborhood but built in 1886 in better times for the area. Owners have painted and maintained the outside since I first saw it. A 2018 reference point is linked below.
www.flickr.com/photos/138983880@N03/39455568215/in/photol...
I was excited to find some history on this place today and learned that it originally had a small porch around the door, which I had surmised. It has had many owners over the years and it has had many people, like me, you were taken with it. See the link below for more info.
westenddumplings.blogspot.com/2010/03/tale-of-two-second-...
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Dall’alto delle ripide colline, la marca trevigiana, in Veneto si svela in tutta la sua bellezza autunnale.
I vigneti, vestiti di rame e oro, si arrampicano ordinati sui pendii, raccontando secoli di tradizione.
Il profumo della terra bagnata e delle foglie cadute accompagna i passi lungo i sentieri inerpicati, mentre il sole tiepido accarezza la pelle.
Un mosaico di colori, casolari sparsi, e filari che sembrano perdersi all’orizzonte. È qui che il passato si intreccia al presente, nei racconti degli anziani che siedono all’osteria, un'ombra di cartizze in mano. I ricordi si mescolano alle risate, mentre il crepitio del fuoco scandisce il ritmo lento delle serate d’autunno. E così, la terra parla, custodendo storie che aspettano solo di essere ascoltate.
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[...] A Husky's eyes can tell a thousand tales [...]
Nikon D800, Tokina 12/24 f/4, 16mm - f/4 - 1/400s
Pelister National Park, Битола, Македонија (August, 2022)
Bruxelles - Belgium
Copyright © some[wh]air
I met her on my way back.
And she told me her nightmare tale.
Her destiny was to make dream all the girls in town,
But nobody did the same to her.
She just could stay beautiful forever.
What a lovely happy-ending.
My first try at light painting, lot to improve. But has been a great learning for me. It's tiring, painful and time consuming. But the end result if utterly satisfying, if you can achieve it though. Need some more practice.
The name hyacinth comes from the Greek Hyakinthos, a handsome young man who in Greek mythology was loved by the sun god Apollo. One day they were practicing throwing the discus but the jealous god of the West Wind, who was also in love with Hyakinthos, blew the discus back and it fatally wounded him. From his blood grew a flower which the god Apollo named after him.
The bulbs were first brought to Western Europe in the 16th century and were first cultivated in Austria in the 1500's. During the 17th and 18th centuries, like the tulip, it was to be found only in the collections of very rich flower collectors. Because of the hyacinth's pervasive perfume (used in perfumerie in France), the bulbs were exorbitantly expensive.
Their heady fragrance, their delicacy and their inimitable spring feeling make them very desirable.
Thanx, M, (*_*)
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