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These two boats look like a couple that are looking in the nature, packed for a trip, maybe they packed their life here and looking what is ahead.
Oregon Dunes and
Siuslaw National Forest
Oregon, USA
"There are several Oregon landscapes that look alien, so different from our typical experience, or else so similar to those depicted on other planets in the movies.
As it happens, science fiction writer Frank Herbert first imagined the alien worlds of his classic novel, "Dune", while on a tour of the Oregon Dunes, marveling at how the ever-shifting sands could "swallow whole cities, lakes, rivers, highways."
- Oregonian, Jamie Hale
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So happy together. Two lambs overlooking the landscape of the Isle of Terschelling (NL) View Awards Count
Two chairs on a porch at a boarded up house in North Creek Forest park, Bothell, Washington.
Photographed with a Leica IIIf using a Leitz Elmar f/2.8 5cm lens. The film is Ilford FP4+ developed in Beerenol (Rainier Beer).
Toronto's Tom Thomson Park is man-made using tons of construction debris. A long piece of iron rebar allows a stack of weathered bricks to defy gravity on the beach. The CN Tower is visible in the background.
Two girls sit on a bench by a small lake, waiting for their boyfriends. The girls are 12. The boyfriends are the first they’ve really had.
Like the girls, the boys are friends. They’ve become a foursome. And today they’re all skipping school together.
It’s November. The wind off the lake is chilly, the grass around it brown and matted, clumped with goose poop and dotted here and there with bits of garbage. Fast food wrappers, empty cigarette packs, old Kleenexes, beer cans – glisten dully around the bench in the weak winter light.
One of the girls lights a cigarette, inhales extravagantly… waves a hand in front of her face to dissipate the smoke from her match. Tosses the match on the ground by the bench. Stares at the lake.
She’s the older-looking one. The more mature one. She has breasts and hips and long shiny hair.
The other girl is still awkward, skinny, flat chested, hipless. Worried that her curvy friend – who she has known since kindergarten – will one day abandon her.
They’ve been friends forever, it seems. And they were always equals. But now, time is taking them in different directions. The skinny girl doesn't like it. Not one bit. But what can she do? She is trapped... helpless. She cannot stop puberty.
“Give me a cigarette,” the skinny girl says.
The curvy girl makes a face like “What? Are you serious?” Turns to the skinny girl, blinks a few times rapidly and blows out a long blue plume into the damp air.
“But you don’t smoke,” says the curvy girl.
“Maybe I want to start,” says the skinny girl, wondering… even as she says this… what the hell she’s thinking. She’s repulsed by cigarettes. Has tried them a few times and ended up sick. Still.
She feels that smoking is a visible sign of aging; of sophistication. It’s one of the few things that sets her apart from the curvy girl – and is within her control. She cannot make her breasts grow or her hair shine or her pimples disappear (although she does her best to cover them). But, if she smokes, she figures, she will look more mature.
So she takes a cigarette. Holds it in her mouth while the curvy girl strikes a match and lights it. Even before she inhales, the skinny girl has a mouthful of awful.
The cigarette has a rank, dirty chemical taste. Like insecticide. The girl tries not to breathe through her nose as she sucks in the smallest possible amount of hot, acrid smoke.
The girls make small talk. They’ve known each other so long they’re able to communicate in something like a code. It consists of single syllables, of grunts, of gestures… any one of which can send them into fits of doubled-over, can't-breathe laughter.
There on the bench… just the two of them… it’s almost as though they’re still little girls. And the skinny one almost wishes they were… that they weren’t growing up; that their bodies weren’t changing; that they didn’t have boyfriends now.
In truth, she doesn’t like her boyfriend. Never would have chosen him; is really only seeing him because her friend and his friend are boyfriend-girlfriend.
In truth, some part of her is not-so-secretly in love with her curvy, mature-looking friend.
She’s been reading up on adolescence in the library. She has read that girl-girl crushes are common at this age; that they don’t mean anything; that, given time, her interest in boys will develop.
She wishes it would hurry up. She’s tired of pretending to like the boyfriend’s sloppy wet attempts at passion. She goes along with it only because, this way, she gets more time with her friend. And when she is alone at night, remembering their double dates, it’s not the boyfriend she thinks about.
“Where the hell are those guys?” the curvy girl asks, looking at the time on her cell phone. The boyfriends are late. The four of them were meant to meet here half an hour ago.
It’s cold by the lake. The girls huddle in their coats, hands in pockets, breath making clouds.
By the time the man approaches them, they have almost given up on the boyfriends arriving at all.
(to be continued)
Doris Day - Tea For Two
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fi1yOsqDXew
Oh honey, picture me upon your knee
With tea for two and two for tea
Just me for you
And you for me alone
Nobody near us
To see us or hear us
No friends or relations
On weekend vacations
We won't have it known, dear
That we own a telephone, dear
Day will break and I'm gonna wake
And start to bake a sugar cake
For you to take
For all the boys to see
We will raise a family
A boy for you and a girl for me
Can't you see how happy we will be?
Picture you upon my knee
Tea for two and two for tea
Ashness jetty, Derwent Water in the Lake District. A firm favourite with many photographers especially on a dull day. I know this location has suffered from over exposure (if you'll excuse the pun) but this is the first time I'd been there. The jetty was replaced not so long ago so doesn't have much of a weathered look as many of the others, but the stretch of shoreline around this area provides countless photo opportunities come rains or shine and is always worth a visit.
Derwent Water, Lake District, UK
Canon 5D MII | TS-E 24mm II | f/11 | 28 sec | ISO 100 | ND Grad
Tulips
Thanks for the texture, www.flickr.com/photos/27805557@N08/4624872368/
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The Fairhope landscaping crew likes to add some variety to the tulip displays each year and I recall they last included these beauties in 2017...I'm glad they're back this year!
Qurtaba (Córdoba)
very strong direct sunlight made the background..
small size, low quality image (space economy )
The picture is a bit too dark....Look at the newest phots of this hare at lalootka's attic to see what transformation she had through.
Our two boys eating peacefully side by side. Bastian's tail looks like a pipe cleaner compared to Rags' more bushy one...
Bastian (mixed breed) & Dushara Tatters and Rags, (Somali), 10.10.2015.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera
Two seater RAF Typhoon of 29 Squadron, ZK381, banking hard at the end of Thirlmere in LFA17. 'Triplex31'