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Here in Japan, we couldn't watch the lunar eclipse. This was taken in the last night.
FSQ85ED+Powemate4.0x on AP-WM
Será q eu tbm posso, êsse é o meu brinquedinho, e aproveito prá mostrar minha "cara". Tenha tds os amigos um exelente domingo. abçs.
kad se dobro jede i pije za vrijeme blagdana treba kalorije potrošiti penjajući se na jedan od vrhova Plešivice, gdje je ujedno nagrada pogled što puca...=when good eating and drinking during the holiday season should spend calories climbing on one of the peaks Plesivica, where is the reward which has view ...
“The constant struggle of life often overwhelms me. In times such as this I look outside myself to observe the beauty of nature and try to follow it's example, then I look inside myself and question everything … seems always that my path is destined to be a rather lonely one and I thank everyone here for joining me in this part of my journey; for accepting me as I am; for showing me unconditional love and understanding and welcoming me into your hearts. I wish you all a beautiful Autumn.” - AP
“Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.”
- from St Francis' Prayer
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=yA7RtUGmbD0
AUTUMN EQUINOX – QUIET JOURNEY
Feels like things are winding down
Autumn falls and in my mind
the leaves so colourful spin round and round
I hope the Winter will be as kind
swirling; whirling; leaves are curling
paper thin; rusting on the ground
crunching; munching; brittle; bunching
winds that blow them in heaps abound
listening to the warm winds as Summer
falls asleep and the Autumn Equinox
colours the world in auburn beauty
like the warming colours of a country fox
freckles fade and speckled shade
like blackbirds eggs the pale blue sky
feels the sun in watered down yellow
mellow and sallow as the willow's sigh
billowing clouds like plumes of smoke
rise high above the chimney tops
and little aircraft buzz my house
so close I can see the handsome pilots
I wave and they wave back to me
idyllic is this setting
and peace sets tranquil as the sun
surrounding nature like filigree netting
protecting the dormant flowers that sleep
the trees will soon be skeletal
their bare bones are so beautiful
the pine cones crisp turn grey gunmetal
underfoot the crispiness
of Autumn sounds so nice
I welcome it with open arms
I make the most before the ice
of Winter comes
and Jack Frost paints his masterpieces
complex visions; fascinate
in awe I stare at their uniqueness
the log fire will soon be very busy
keeping warm the hearth
my cats will curl up on the rug
and sleep contented dreams of stars
and far off mice and dickey birds
and other cat-like things that pass
beneath the window they hear the rustle
of the Autumn leaves and endless scuffles
but like me; like little curled up dormice
they fall back to sleep in just a trice
the winds may blow
the sea and tide
the rain may fall
no place to hide
but in my world of pleasantries
it's warm and safe; the best place to be
the ideal place for me.
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My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
“I'm your little blue-eyed song bird
only you can make me fly
yes, I'm your little blue-eyed song bird
only you can make me cry
oh yes, I'm your little blue-eyed song bird
blue without you; blue as a Summer's sky.” - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rs8FkIL0EFw
ALL I DO IS DREAM OF YOU – STACEY KENT
Your gaze is so intense
you captivate me
you heighten every sense
you motivate me
with you there's no pretence
you satisfy me
your lips; your hair; your eyes
you satiate me
with you there's no disguise
your love placates me
I feel free of earthly ties
you radiate me
you are my latest muse
I feel the strong vibrations
I'm torn; I cannot choose
between the sweet sensations
I'm worn but I can't lose
the sweetness of your strong creation
my canvas once was blank
I've filled with strength and power
I've sculpted you so frank
from gauche so tender as a flower
each scrape each application ranks
as nothing finer than this hour
I don't want this to end
I don't want you to leave
I'll do anything; I'll bend
all you want I will achieve
you are a subtle blend
just like this painting I believe
capture; captivate and hold me
you've cast your spell upon this girl
I will do whatever you told me
if you will stay; let love unfurl
let it blossom like a flowering tree
strong; intended for this world
root me to this fertile ground
make me never want to leave
in you I place the trust I found
and love you; in you I believe
that love still makes the earth turn round
you found the key to undo me and to weave
a wondrous recurring open-ended dream
that flies around my mind and lights my soul
you satisfy my tastebuds like coffee and ice-cream
delectable; delightful; I desire another bowl
and then I'll lick it clean; I am bursting at the seams
all the pent-up past frustrations
simply slip away
replaced by deliciously dark temptations
my inner demons let out to play
for me it is the greatest revelation
our eyes and bodies locked; I feel like clay
now you are the one who sculpts
you mold me; bend me to your will
my heart is doing somersaults
my soul is lost; you are the sweetest pill
the medicine that catapults
me back to living; all is perfect; all is still.
Today … a rare treat for me … I am happy! I am in love … with life!!!!! What is happiness … happiness is fleeting … it may only last for moments at a time, but when it does you will know it, because it is the most amazing feeling and today I make the most of it for tomorrow I know that there may be pain again … and with the pain the darkness may descend and swallow me whole, but just for today I embrace the wonders of the universe and all is very, very good! Oh, the above, just a silly story … a complete and utter figment of my imagination! A girl can dream, can't she … ; 0)))
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AP-BGY - Boeing B-777-240/LR - PIA - Pakistan International Airlines
at Toronto Lester B. Pearson Airport (YYZ)
c/n 33.781 - built in 2005
This aircraft was the B-777-200 LR prototype - delivered to PIA in 2006
Senior session. Didn't have enough room to back up so I stitched several shots together.
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Material Circulante: CPA 4005
Hora: 16:51
Data: 09-08-2017
Local: Riachos (PK 101 - Linha do Norte)
Serviço: AP 123 (Lisboa - Santa Apolónia --» Porto - Campanhã)
Mong cơn mưa kia ngừng rơi cho yêu thương được đong đầy<3
Mong cơn mưa kia qua đi mang luôn nỗi buồn phiền~-~tan biến trong những hạt nắng.
Mưa đừng ở lai nhé!
Vì trông mưa rất buồn làm nhoà đi đôi mắt của tôi, làm cho gương mặt tôi đầy những hạt nước ấy
Vì mưa rất lạnh,thẩm thấu trong tâm hồn tôi khiến nó trông ưu buồn~........
“If grief breaks your voice, get out of bed and love life
and soon you will find your voice again;
soon you will sing and dance;
bathe in bright sunshine after rain;
soon you will be free to find
another love that soothes your mind and eases pain
soon you will see butterflies and blue, blue skies
in October; an Indian Summer will jump start your heart again.” - AP
“A dream is what makes people love life even when it is painful.”
- Theodore Zeldin
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPHmUD0QfmM
LOVE LIFE – JOHN MAMANN
OF LIFE AND LOVE ...
I've been loving you too long
I look in the mirror and all I see is you
where did I go
at what point did I become you
lost inside our song
so engrossed in you
that I did not see myself disappear
fear strikes to the very heart of me
what if I never find my way back to me
the starting point is here
do not pass GO until it's clear
I hang my head
I hang up the 'phone
I cannot meet my eyes
without them reflecting you alone
deflecting all I can
procrastinating; looking at the fan
spinning; whirring;
sensations stirring
cool air calms me
the ringing clock alarms me
just a dream
or so it seems
some things are real
but what about the way I feel
makes me think I'm still asleep
I open sleep-filled eyes to peep
between long lashes
my heart thrashes
boom-boom
the room
spins upon it's axis
leaves me weakened; on my knees
I gasp
the words I form sound harsh
a rasp
I clear my throat
my mind is fogged
a misty haze
a handsome frog
not now a prince
a princely sum
was paid to hum
a pretty tune
too soon; too soon
it dissipates and spins me with the room
I land on duck down soft as silk
my skin so smooth and white as milk
pale roses flush my cheeks
the heart wants what it wants and so it seeks
to suffocate the mind
to traverse until it finds
the sweetest treasure; love so kind
and fills it's boots
tugs at it's roots
embeds itself in lies and sly half-truths
until it gets the answers that it needs
until it plants the love that let's it feed
and grows the same as any other flower
that nourishes and flourishes despite the showers
and blooms; assumes the moment felt like hours
to live a life within a magic bubble
is pleasant; pleases; contents soul and disallows the rubble
of real life to sink it's teeth and burst it until it is no more
I am content with this;
the imaginary kiss
the dream I would not miss
for all the world, yet now I hear a hiss
the viper that first whispered in Eve's ear
is tempting me with apples laced with fear
yet still I offer up this tasty fruit
for love that has no reason
the falling of the season
the windfalls that meets ground
before the wind's sweet whispered sound
temptation is the carrot dangling from a stick
the donkey does not know that the carrot makes him sick
so he follows it but never gets to eat
the fruit; the love; that real life lets fall within his easy reach
a dream within a dream
oh yes, that old chestnut; that probably hopeless idiotic stream
that drowns out all the common sense
that greens the grass lush over the splintered wooden fence
that tears into our flesh to climb and then in our defence
we say we did not notice the scratches or feel the pain intense
the goal was always just the same
in dream or in reality
to live a splendid life of love
to love; be loved and count the countless stars above
and all is right; the end does justify the means
we sit and gaze at stars; inhale the perfume of our dreams
sweetly scented;
mind demented;
the thing that we call love is sent
to prove our worth and justify what's meant
by life; the journey that we take
is it for others or just for our own sake
love is selfish; love is blind
but how it takes us; bends our minds
unconditional love of course
is the best love that there is
but few achieve or heed it's source
it stems from pure hearts; kind hearts
old souls that can stand the course
and few of us can know the secrets of true love
or what our purpose is;
or the meaning of our lives
but love will punctuate and mark
a series of dots; like Braille felt in the dark
to feel and not to think with conscious mind
to love and not to expect to be repaid in kind
love is …
life is …
fill in the spaces; meaning of the dots
and when you have please tell me what you've got
and I'll compare your notes and mine
see if they match; see if they're fine
perhaps we'll find the answers, but
if not, it matters not, you see
because life is love and love is life
and mankind need not be it's own enemy.
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“Love is an exquisite pain that we all need to feel to awaken our hearts; to feel truly alive; to stop and smell the blossom on the trees; to release the bonds of dormant feelings. To
really and truly know what it means to live, we must first learn what it is to truly loveand be loved unconditionally and then and only then will we know and understand the metamorphosis of a caterpillar to a butterfly; the transformation of a mortal to an angel
and love and life will give us wings to fly free. A change is coming and that change is in me.”
- AP
“You change your life by changing your heart.”
- Max Lucado
The love we want is not always the love we receive and the love we get is not always the love we need or desire. Love is a complicated, messy business, but it doesn't need to be … love is love in all it's many, splendoured variations. If we can open our eyes, we can open our hearts to let the light of love shine in. Love is love, pure and simple and it knows no bounds. Setting myself free to escape the past and allowing myself to taste life in the present has unchained me in ways even I cannot begin to describe. The future will always be uncertain and no-one can guarantee what happens next, but why spoil today, by projecting a future that may never happen … Enjoy your time my friends. See you soon <3
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOjdXSrtUxA
GIVE ME LOVE – ED SHEERAN
Apple blossom small and pink
wafting scent of Spring descent
arm in arm our memories link
layering elegant graces meant
to settle like flotsam in the bay
winds tear you down; on lawns you lay
each tide that brings and sing it's charms
smooths the way for hazy balm
that meets with temples; eases away
the worries Winter cast and frayed
the nerves that taut and stretched and broke
like fragile bones of birds that choke
on warm air filled with acrid smoke
bonfires burn and crackle and spit
apple wood smells so nice when lit
wood lice saved totter to safe haven
like little ships in peaceful harbours
watch from safe distance fresh-lit wood shavings
and people sit 'neath rose-covered arbours
inhaling perfumes from distance lands
bare feet warm; shoes filled with sand
delicate plumes rise up and join
the scudding clouds in azure skies
and I no longer wander lost and lonely
now you are here sat by my side.
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A small experiment using Special FX and Sound FX
"He muttered maledictions through clenched teeth and ragged breaths;
low and barely audible he cast the stones and drew his victims to untimely deaths
in blood upon the castle walls a promise had been kept
and on the darkest of all Hallowe'en nights when angels slept
he took upon himself to bleed the world and leave it parched and dried; bereft … “ - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QGMCSCFoKA
BAT OUT OF HELL - MEATLOAF
Up a steep hill and deep in the forest
along a long, dusty, snake-like and twisty curved road
there was an ancient and dried blood-encrusted castle
surrounded by a swamp moat deep, dark,
steeped high with ginormous bloodthirsty toads
The shrill call of vampire bats pierced the night air
a chilling sound to rattle your teeth, skin and bones
making the hounds and the wolves bark and howl;
making me hark back to the days
when the ancients partook in the casting of rune stones
Telling the fortune; old wizened-faced witches and wizards
stirring a cauldron from which the toads hid
not wishing to be a part of the ritual
that crushed their ancestors beneath
the grinding-edged binding of a heavy cast iron lid
The Flair Witch designed a concoction so brutal
it stripped all the flesh off in one fell swoop
the cackle of the coven struck fear in the hearts
of all those stray chickens who flew the coop to the soup
The light and the darkness fought always at night
but the darkness seemed always to win
just once, I pray once, that it would be a fair fight
and the daylight would come early and cancel out all immortal sin
But the witches were stronger than any mere mortal
with their old gnarled hands and yellow claw-like nails
they could stop you in your tracks if you strayed to their lair
drag you kicking and screaming; bleed you out into tin pails
Suddenly there was a rat-a-tat-tat at the door
three times came the sound loud and clear
a palm print dripping with blood signed to halt; disappeared
as the creaking old castle door filled me with fear
Out from the yonder came the loudest evil laughter
and a thousand flapping wings flew over my head
pumpkins carved into cruel-smiled Jack-o'-lanterns
made me think that I might somehow now be irreversibly dead
Footsteps that sounded more like soft-cloven hooves
of the Devil, no doubt it was his doing
that allowed the bats in the belfry to be freed at last
but I would not hit the bottle that contained Mother's Ruin
The film I was taking; the reel kept on running
until finally the hiss of a black cat
arched back in the window; silhouetted and framed
could the explanation ever be so simple as that!
But then came heavy breathing and shadows on walls
hands bent and crooked; a monster with no shame
and there was my face; cross-eyed; wide with fear
butterflies drawn like moths to a flame
The telephone rang shrilly; saved by the bell
the heavy breather came first; that part was strange
I was startled; bewildered; couldn't move under his spell
the werewolf-crossed behemoth scratched furiously with mange
Why is it that wrong numbers are never engaged
the telephone call wasn't for me
he turned tail and ran; I heard the creak of the door
the spell broke; I awoke and at last I was free
But even as I sighed with relief; my happiness was short-lived
as I heard the blood-curdling screams of a girl
I won the fight and the right to stay standing on this pitiful night
but the cost was the life of another less fortunate;
the room spun around; my head was in a whirl
Later I saw her laying inert on the floor
her straight blond hair had curled and was lavender-dyed
her eyes were wide open staring up to the ceiling
her mouth gaping wide for the exit of flies from inside
I tell you this story, not to fill you with fear
but because there is a moral to be learned
that just because we all survived THIS Hallowe'en
next year or the year after it might be YOUR turn … !!!!!!
Ha ha ha!! Please do NOT have nightmares. This is just a silly story of no importance or consequence at all … or is it … ; 0)))))
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I hope you enjoy my video with some of the many pictures I took this past Summer and I hope you like the music too. This is the beginning and end of a piece called Plus tôt, which means Earlier, written by Alexandra Stréliski. I am very happy to be reunited with my old piano after more than six years and very happy to share this with you. Thank you to all who love every aspect of me. I treasure and respect you!
For my dearest and wisest Friend, Khaled. Other than piano solos and duets I have only ever sung Christmas carols while playing piano. For all other things I have used guitar, but now you have planted the idea in my head, for you I will try sometime in the future
: 0) Thank you for always being by my side <3
“My piano is older than I will ever be
it can no longer be finely tuned
and sometimes we hit a bum note
for it is highly strung like me
and some notes may always be silent
and remain a mystery
like the story of my life
some things can never be set free
but still there is a unique harmony
when I am lost within a symphony
where my heart and soul dance in unison
and tap into the sweetest of memories
how I love to exist in the gentlest of dreams
floating in the ether; the mists of time;
my first and only childhood piano and me” - AP
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Feedback for Flickr : It is very generous to allow 1GB for videos, but I continue to have to sacrifice the quality of sound and imagery in my videos by having to compress the file so small so that it will not continously time out when I upload! Instead of “fixing” things that were not broken i.e. the format of the galleries, please try to fix the things people really want the most i.e. uploading quickly, accurate stats and notifications! Thank you!
p.s. This video was less than 300MB to begin with and still would not load. It is now compressed to less than 100MB.
Thanks for visiting. I am very grateful for the very kind comments and faves.
Soviet Artillery mech, 1947.
Boredom build! A bit too late for dylpickles contest.
Nickname is "kronk"
Thoughts are welcome!
Look at my new AT-AP walker. It's very neat and modified set 75043 Perhaps the biggest adjustment you can see are smooth front štíty- are covered tlie plates. I also greatly modified the interior, better computers and seats for pilots. Probably the hardest for me was to adjust the top gun with a pilot expected result was the removal of silly power-functons that Lego everywhere Ram (I mean the spring switchblade, etc.)
With the result I am very satisfied and I think that the change from the original set.
I hope you enjoy it and I'll be happy if you tell me in your opinion for comments :)
Ace Bricks studios