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Tragedy, sadness, loneliness and despair taught me that life is really a beautiful thing; if it wasn't I wouldn't be able to recognize that anything was wrong...
Greg Evans
I was thinking about the Swamp Thing, a humanoid/plant elemental creature popular in the DC superhero line-up. Then I decided it was too terrifying. I was left with a scene from his home.
Location: the swamps of my mind.
Image created in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
Born a year before the BN-SF merger, I've never experienced true Burlington Northern. The pieces of former BN equipment I've seen have all been patched or repainted for the most part. I suppose the nearly untouched cascade green caboose on the Cody local, coupled behind a BN covered hopper with minimal graffiti will have to do...
Frannie, WY
May 27th, 2021
I have two Coopers Hawks that are hunting in my yard and they are here every day. This one is on my fence and he is watching a squirrel on the bird feeder.
Sonic Youth's "Kool Thing" could be one of the best rock songs ever. There's competition, for sure... but it's up there among the greats.
Mural by Nada Hayek. Downtown Vancouver. August 19, 2021.
"In a world where everyone is over exposed, the coolest thing you can do is maintain your mystery" - Anon
Model: Krystal Smith
One good thing
upon another...good thing,
and the sky becomes
a cascade of all emotions baying
for the freedom that attention seeks
erstwhile vying for lost time and space
now a panache stroke across the sky
working a Summer to unlace...
in slakeless fronts abating by the eve
just a trace, if your memory recalls
the wield of this the seventh month
by the Oak of the seventh hour nature enthralls.
by anglia24
21h45: 27/07/2007
♬
© 2007anglia24
🎶
You stole my heart, we had a summer fling
And I told my heart it was just a summer thing
But you made me fall in the winter
Bloom in the spring
From June 'till December
It was you and me
And I told my heart it was just a summer thing
...
I will always remember the summer
The summer thing
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Wearing:
ODIREN - Simon T-Shirt
Guilty - Nomad Cargo Pants
BONDI. - Ada Glasses
RAWR! - King Bracelets
Vladdy // "Spyder" Dreadlocks ft. ONYX
{what next} Jumbo Beach Ball
rvn - ma vibe - chair
This one refuses to wear the cute Poppy clothes I use for all my other girls.
Back to my typical, sweet Poppy photography/styling tomorrow. ;-)
Doll: Wild Thing Poppy Parker
© All rights reserved. A low-res, flatbed scan of a 6x7 (2 1/4 x 2 3/4 inch) transparency
Here is my monthly non long exposure shot. While many of us would like to have seen more sea fog at the Golden Gate in recent months, there have been a few key events to marvel at. It's a very simple phenomenon, to be sure, but makes for interesting photography, nonetheless.
The thing with this moment (and do mean moment) was the way the hill just seemed to grow a fuzzy wool sweater of fog.
Thanks for having a look!
Taken @ Venus By The Water
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Take what you want, have my heart
Take it all, I'm not letting go
Cut me in two, I love you
Like a fool, everybody knows
I'm a bird without her wings
I'm a song nobody sings
Yeah, my heart's a fragile thing without you (mm-mm-mm)
I'm a winter without spring
I'm a sail without a wind
Yeah, my heart's a fragile thing without you
We talk. We discuss.
Then we both laugh before we even finish the story because we both know what comes next.
It's just our thing.
FRONTPAGE Thank you so much my FRIENDS!!!! Thanks Worldworks and Wowe101 for the Screenshot!
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858~
Darn! I Dont have any photos for HMB theme...still, HMB to everyone! I will be visiting your streams later!GOD bless and enjoy the rest of the week! mwah!
I'm a bird without her wings
I'm a song nobody sings
Yeah, my heart's a fragile thing without you
I'm a winter without spring
I'm a sail without a wind
Yeah, my heart's a fragile thing without you
♫: in my ears..
Wasabi Nocturne Hair
Available at Uber
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Mainstore
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Ebody Reborn
Lelutka Ora
Leven Ink Tattoo Witch
Nerido Moiraine Dress
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qHX493bB3U&list=RD4qHX493bB3...
You make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing
Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
So come on, hold me tight
I love you
Running late when I met up with Alex Bell for Sunset at Arcol Lake, think we missed the best of the light, but as always it was great to get out!
If WE ignore the laws of censorship..they finished with us ..., and do NOT forget that there are many forms of censorship in the World ...!!!!
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THE REAL HISTORY NO IS THE REAL HISTORY OR YES PERHAPS ! ... click please.
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When not remember what happens to us,
the same thing can happen.
They are the very things that we marginalize,
memory kill us, we burn the ideas,
take away the words.
If history is written by the victors,
that means that there is another story,
the real story.
who want to hear let him hear.
They burn the words, they are silenced,
and the voice of the people will ever hear.
Needless to kill,
proof of death
that life exists ...
When not remember what happens to us,
the same thing can happen.
If history is written by the victors,
that means that there is another story:
the real story,
who want to hear let him hear.
They burn our words, they are silenced.
and the voice of the people will ever hear it.
Needless to kill...
the death, proof that life exists ...!
IN SPAIN
Cuando no recordamos lo que nos pasa,
nos puede suceder la misma cosa.
Son esas mismas cosas que nos marginan,
nos matan la memoria, nos queman las ideas,
nos quitan las palabras
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
la verdadera historia,
quien quiera oír que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
la muerte prueba
que la vida existe…
Cuando no recordamos lo que nos pasa,
nos puede suceder la misma cosa.
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
la verdadera historia,
quien quiera oír que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
la muerte prueba
que la vida existe…(L Nebbia)