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Yesterday's post was indeed an elastic band which I found discarded on the desk. It had rolled itself into that very convenient shape. Do you know what this is? Perhaps the icon will tell you. The texture is by Weisimel and called wooden wounds.
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I hope your Sunday is a happy one. I will be buried in words again but I am getting there.
So cold today I needed to warm myself looking at pictures taken in a hot weather. Shot in 2011 in Upper Antelope Canyon near Page, Az. One of the most beautiful places in the world.
Music : www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VhetXxr6bI
Noir Désir : Sweet Mary
Taken from the best album they ever made, with roots of native americans in it.
Twist of fate won't give me a break,
and myself I'm slow and tired.
I've got to rise with these bloodshot eyes,
but I keep falling when I'm higher.
Help me Jesus help me clean my wounds.
He said he cannot heal that kind.
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
He said it happens every time.
- Corrosion of Conformity
The oldest wooden grain elevator still on its original site in Alberta, it was built in 1909. It currently lies abandoned and in disrepair.
On the bank of a river, a medic takes care of a wounded soldier who has suffered head trauma, and a shrapnel wound to the torso.
there you are
as you always were
in bathing light
and naked blur
you're a part of me
eternal one
by grand design
and setting sun
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
last night i turned around and thought i saw myself turning
inside the strangest dream of life unloved and cities burning
awake in my arms
you crying unharmed
our age of the hours
when they still devour all
so take it all
i doubt if we
will know it's gone
cause we've been here
since time began
begged god
awake and make these plans
wound opens
reveal this broken man
and soon there's notion
of blood on his hands
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
last night i turned around, i thought i saw myself turning
last night i turned around and thought i watched the world ending
inside the crushing i felt the pang, the tide was turning
destroyed in the wake
the jealous ingrates
who'll tear this world down
to spite god above
with his own love
with his own love
if you wait
if you wait
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
Male wolf watches over wounded female mate. Besides being in estrus, this female wolf's paw was hurt and and she had a large wound on her chest. How it happened is impossible to know. Yellowstone NP
rooibekrenostervoël/redbilled oxpecker/buphagus erythrorhynchus
oxpeckers can swallows hundreds of ticks a day from host animals, but they also seem to attend to wounds, like here on the leg of a donkey....
Both cats are doing very well, Shadow exceptionally so. Both were hiding when I came home from work again, but today Shadow came out and purred and cuddled with me. He is adapting very quickly. MC is adapting a little less quickly, but she is doing remarkably well for a cat that has lived outside and on her own for almost 4 years.
In fact, I've never quite run into this sort of situation before and I am not even sure how to proceed. I will already have to test my new bond of trust with MC and take her to the vet tomorrow as I have discovered an abscessed bite wound at the base of her tail. I discovered it this morning when I was feeding the cats and hanging out with them before work. Unfortunately it's a holiday long weekend so the vet is not open today. Tonight when she comes out of hiding I will try to clean it with some disinfectant, but it will push the boundaries of her experience with me.
Shadow is already interested in seeing what's outside the room. I have let him peek down the hall a couple of times and I have let some of the cats come in to introduce themselves.
Paris, Musée du Louvre, October 2021
Jean-Jacques (James) Pradier, Un fils de Niobé (Niobide blessé) (1822).
Male lion showing the wounds he endured fighting his brothers to gain mating rights. The brothers looked alot worse and disapeared into the bush looking very timid.
I am over here with some amazing film photographers.
Took a walk with Mamiya and a roll of Reala. It really is my favorite film.
Mamaiya 645
Fuji Reala
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