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SX230HS.0922- The interior of the Coast Guard House Restaurant was destroyed by hurricane Sandy.

Photo by kind permission of the Essex Fire Service Museum

Aftermath.

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Sacramento June 2020

When the wind blows new snow over the open prairie there are only a few trees and our snow fence to stop it.

I have moved on.

Moreover, I have let go.

Of you, of me,

of what once was,

and of what never will be.

Kabakungan Cove

Dasol, Pangasinan

Västmanland wildfire 2014

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The Siffert/Herrmann Porsche 908LH prepares to suffer the ignominy of being towed away by an old Ford pickup truck.

really old photo but I thought I should re upload it

Last week we had a huge storm, and when I resumed my usual running route this week, I found this magnificent fallen tree (its twin was lying on the other side of the road, like two dead sentries). Silverfox is a shaman so I took him there to say farewell.

The pictures were taken for the photography contest maybe-innocent and her friends held on tumblr/facebook. My theme was “rain”.

May 15, 2009

Sarasota, Florida

Canon Digital Rebel XTi

f/6.3, 1/100 sec, ISO400, 23mm

© A. Mark Mento

Sacramento June 2020

Sacramento June 2020

Massive Magnolia tree over soldiers graves. Mississippi Cemetery.

Sacramento June 2020

The results of using a pie made of aeresol-can whipped cream. This worked out surprisingly well!

This is the school that I attended the morning after it had been gutted by fire. It has since been rebuilt to it's former state, although with some major modifications.

Rojo celebrated a little too hard when Sion returned. He hasn't quite recovered ever since...

Posted & Photographed by: Anton

Location: Home

Camera: iPhone 3GS + SwankoLab app (using "The Frozen Tundra" formula)

Dismal thoughts.

Sacramento June 2020

paige.

Sacramento June 2020

SMC Pentax-M 50mm F1.7 at F2.0

Sacramento June 2020

After an attack on Sivastopol, which was German Victory at 1941.

It was a long drunken night, and as he awoke in the greying afternoon light to a throbbing head and fungal tongue, the masked marvel discovered the truth: all his life, his existence had been circumscribed by the existence of the pumpkin. Not once had he ventured outside the comforting constrainings of this gourdy womb, apart from that one time he had gingerly peeked his head over the top.

Not that life had been bad for him, within. He'd painted, oh how had he painted, he was a leading light with the abstract expressionists who had dubbed him Pumpkin King. The art groupies had been to his parties, he had spat his seeds at the Algonquin and Elaine's. Andy had been a sycophant, Lucien a disciple. But he sensed it was all coming to an end now...

BFD / BPD Command unit on site.

* three friends walking Home ..weary but satisfied..

- after completing the ' pretty muddy Race for Life ' Charity Obstacle 5K Run in Stoke Park..

Raising funds for Cancer UK Research ..

Artist: Jak Dark

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I had been badly beaten for the majority of my life, and at 24 my madness has only started to lift. I can see now, better then before, what I was seeing. This is a reflection of those years.