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Kiev-60 + Sonnar180mmF2.8
( camera, lens - both went away now for some reason )
: Fomapan100 / Rodinal 1:50
少し作風、とか考えた方を変えようと重います。
いまはもう手元にないKievとSonnar
hope catch up you later today.
のちほど。
She never stops eating, BUT they do show affection for each other. Earlier this year I saw a pair leaning against each other and rubbing each other. This pair rubbed heads together, like play-sparring.
Photographed by GinKey Hermit
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時を止めたがった僕と
時を進めたがった君
笑顔を失った君はやがて此処を去り
言葉の見つからない僕はその背中を見送った
今の君は
笑えるようになれたのかな
僕は今も
此処を動けずにいるよ
I wanted to stop time.
You wanted to advance time.
You who had lost the smile left here.
I who had lost the word saw you off.
Can you now smile?
I can't still move from here.
I found them in this act of affection where the parrot on the right was taking the peanut off its shell and then sharing it with his inamorata.
"I know that you say I get mean when I'm drinking
But then again sometimes I get really sweet
So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself
Or if I say that you're beautiful to me
It's affection always,
You're gonna see it someday
My attention for you
Even if it's not what you need..."
The words in the Sith code tells us, "...there is only passion", a Sith can undoubtedly feel affection and love for its Wampa pet. The master needs not always an apprentice, at times the master needs only to feel appreciated.
Affection's Wild.
Il risveglio pazza mattina brulicante dinamite riaccendere viaggi inondazioni mente colorata,
الآيات تبلور الابهار الأفكار الجهنمية الجو المسموم عيون قزحي المنصهرة,
грозные интенсивные жесты горят тревожные желания раскаленные тени потокового граненых огни,
verzauberten unbeugsamen Natur seng helle Höhen Übertreibung kostbare Lava seltsame Temperament heiß,
impressions scrupuleux sauvages fièvre frénétique des idées incomparables des questions indéfinissables poète moisir confronte,
sublimi virtute ingenii conscia signa neurotic intensities ebriam lampas subiectum Gloria,
οργιαστικές αρσενικό ρεαλισμό διακριτικό μυστικά ένδοξη ρουστίκ περιβάλλον φανταστικό απερίγραπτη πετράδια βάναυση μονοπάτια,
kahaha ko oukou naau exaggerating waihoʻoluʻu ikepili koʻikoʻi Akä naÿe no nä Tropical impressions onaona aʻo enaena incomprehension ka,
スキャンダラスな笑顔感情面白いトリップ刺激フラッシュバック卓越したアドレナリン果てしなく冷凍呪文.
Steve.D.Hammond.
I have always found antique old style dolls and manequins or models intriguing in a weird and compelling way. They are to be seen all over the place and children dont want them as toys anymore.
Sled dogs were important for transportation in arctic areas, hauling supplies in areas that were inaccessible by other methods. They were used with varying success in the explorations of both poles, as well as during the Alaskan gold rush.
We had an excursion to an old Chena Indian village for a glimpse into Alaskan life and history. We saw some resident sled dogs and their handlers. The love they had for each other was evident to see.
These Kunekune seem to live for a good rub behind the ears. They have fun hanging out with each other and are friendly company for the other animals on the farm. Shot was taken with the Aukey 2 in 1 Wide Angle/Macro lens attached to my iPhone.
DSC_9475. Taken in wild South Africa!
Is it not beautiful to watch all the young animal? Nature is great and wildlife is awesome!
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Please do not use my photos on websites, blogs or in any other media without my explicit permission.
Shelter Series cats.
Considering a new addition to your heart & home? Why not check out your local SPCA or animal shelter where so many hearts are waiting to be loved & to give love.
You'll both be glad you did.
Psalm 6
Please, God, no more yelling,
no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I'm so starved for affection.
Can't you see I'm black-and-blue,
beat up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?
Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I'm no good to you dead, am I?
I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
I'm tired of all this—so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.
Get out of here, you Devil's crew:
at last God has heard my sobs.
My requests have all been granted,
my prayers are answered.
Cowards, my enemies disappear.
Disgraced, they turn tail and run.