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Of all the horses I have came across, this one is by far the oldest, and in many respect the most jaded. It carries itself as if it had been through a life of toil and hardship – one that I can only imagine. Because of its unattractive looks, children do not come close to it, nor does it care to be touched.
Explore #3, April 21, 2012
When you're weary
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on Silver Girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine (See how they shine)
If you need a friend (If you need a friend)
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
I will ease your mind.
Sometimes
No matter how tired I am
I still try to find some time
to draw.
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We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this sad state of affairs...
The worn and tattered face of CP 6017 catches the light's final rays between Camp Douglas and Oakdale. They're ambling west with no purpose to move after getting their lights taken back for a second time to let the local out of the sand plant at Badger ahead of them. With the slow roll on, and light disappearing by the second I had to revert to this over going a bit wider with the curve in the foreground.
Plenty of time to juggle some pixels now, a refreshing change for me.
The Painted Lady [Vanessa cardui] is a long distance traveller which results in spectacular migrations starting in North Africa. In 2009 a mass influx to our shores is regarded as one of the greatest mass migrations ever. The Butterfly is the only one ever recorded in Iceland!
At the end of a long journey, where the most fantastic lenticular sky tempted me over Glasgow, but I couldn't stop as we had a ferry to catch. Finally as we reached Uig on Skye , after a 10 hour drive, the sky started to clear. When we arrived at Hosta beach this is the view we had from our tent, a ridiculous sky welcomed us to the Island. it was almost too much for my weary eyes. Weary eyes is by Augustines, this is a postcard for Larissa, who's midsummer celebrations ended in gales. It's to remind her what a sunset looks like.All alone on the beach again, and the most magical place to camp.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. Thank you all for supporting my street photography, all of your comments and favourites are always appreciated. Enjoy!
Tentativo di creare una "rappresentazione" astratta di impressioni / percezioni/ricordi evanescenti di forme e luci in varie tonalità di verde. Attempt to create an abstract image from the impressions/perceptions /memories of shapes and lights in different shades of green. Muri e luce verde. Walls and green light. Astratto.Abstract. Bologna 2017
P.S.Strange thing is, that, after posting this pic, i started to see in it a caped monks parade , in a cave with stalactites, reaching for a stone carved ladder in the dark! Brrrr! It's a little bit creepy...:-)
Ok one more Quokka shot. I only have 1495 left so I have to pace these. This one just woke up as I approached so I cut short the photo shoot so he could get back to sleep. Just woke up and still smiling - I don't wake up like this.
Also a danger with where they situate themselves some around the dunes amongst wood covered ground under trees so I have to keep a weary eye for dugites slithering around.
Sony ILCE-9
E 20mm F2.8 F050
ƒ/5.0 20.0 mm 1/400 ISO 125
Wretched yesterday, and pretty this morning, particularly just before dawn. Shot on my street in Abington, Pa., after the first of three winter storms forecast for this week. Canadians and those from Wisconsin no doubt think we are wimps, but people have grown weary of this. I kind of like it, despite sore muscles from all the snow shoveling.
Canción: Ryan Bingham "The Weary Kind"
Basa de La Mora, Saravillo, Huesca...
Murmullos de niebla recorren la superficie queda del Ibón, encontrando en sus orillas escapatorias de pradera y rocío... Carboneros, herrerillos y pinzones, inundan la quietud del paisaje con su algarabía de primavera encantada...
It wasn't so long ago that the BNSF had a lot of variety and color roaming around its system, before the homogenized generic orange swoosh pumpkins took over everything. Yet, even by 2014, the old Superfleet-style Warbonnets were already becoming rare. And so it was that, on my way to work one day, I decided to stop and photograph this parked oil train led by BNSF "Fakebonnet" 8301 and BNSF 1062 still in as-delivered "H1" paint. Santa Fe purists will say this was never a true Warbonnet, due to it carrying post-merger BNSF markings instead of Santa Fe. However, since these were already rare, I always said a Warbonnet is a Warbonnet is a Warbonnet, and it is not the time to be picky. Today, these SD75's are all either stored, scrapped, or otherwise off-roster. If you can find a Warbonnet, get any shot you can, while you still can.