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We've had a tease of spring over recent weeks but the last two days have brought us full force back into winter with cold temperatures, snow, and a fierce wind - the kind that blows right through your heavy coat to the bone. Consequently, I haven't had a chance to get my camera out and have to resort to searching through my archives. This image was taken on top of Kemble Mountain after an equally cold snowy day a couple of years ago.
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I had forgotten about a visit to the New Mexico Museum of Natural History & Science back in 2015.
I'd had the old Super-Takumar lens that I had used with my Pentax Spotmatic back in the late '70s.
Lighting in the museum was challenging, but the shadows looked cool.
Drusilla has her own take on today's theme.
Blythe a Day - Buried Bones - 4/2/26
Daunting Drusilla Blythe
Dress made by me
Earrings - stock Drusilla
Skulls - 3D printed by my son
Cat, cabinet, piano - flea market/ thrift store finds
Stool - Barbie
Flames - added in Be Funky
Cross Bones Graveyard in Southwark began life as a burial ground for licenced prostitutes or Winchester Geese and eventually became a pauper's graveyard. Apparenetly it is still dense with the bones of the dead. This odd little shrine has accumulated with offerings from local people. It is an odd and moving place . I think the site is up for development...and controversially seeing its history.
Bones, 4 years after his Femoral Head Ostectomy (FHO) surgery he is still able to get up and run, but you can see his 2 back legs work together a classic sign of severe hip dysplasia. Some days are better then others for him...
Bones.
Marble skull, polished, smoothed
By children's hands, wandering,
Restless through Evensong,
Wondering perhaps, if it is real.
Bones stacked in the crypt,
Skulls racked, neat, forgotten
Remnants of war or plague.
Thigh bones piled,
Relics of men long dead.
Within the mound
The cranium of a distant Lord
Gives shelter to a rat with young,
Dragging beneath the capping stone,
Glittering tinfoil, incongruous
Amongst the bronze grave goods
Hidden, once, beneath the ground.
From the monument upon the wall
The gaping jaw gives out the foliage of resurrection,
A worm of corruption,
An encircling serpent of eternity:
Dry bones, issuing promise of rebirth.
Bones,
Waiting bones:
Shadows of our fears,
Symbols of our hopes.
(Runner-up Quantum Leap 5x5 Competition, 2004,
and published in QL 5x5 Collection Oct 2004.)
With crazy facial structures that bear an odd resemblence to the bones that make up the human pelvic girdle.
This tree had been washed up the beach (quite some way really), it was very bone like and detail popped well in the sunset light.
Taken at Whatipu
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...when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show...
~Andrew Wyeth~
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i had my little vacations this last weekend.. i went to this beach.. Ensenada Baja California, walking down the shore i found this huge statue of a man made of whale bones..
there was a cool story about the eye on the front made of little gems.. but i dont remember it >.<
this is my first picture in a long time.. i missed flickr a lot these times
I've used this song before on another photo, but hey... an excellent song to go with this photo I think.
Mishka - "Above The Bones"
"Oh let us rise above the bones, let us remember the memories..."
Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. Many of the skeletons in the Bone Hall have been on view since 1881—first in what is now known as the Arts and Industries Building, and since the 1960s in their current form. The skeletons represent an unparalleled study collection of every major group of vertebrate animals. (3/27/2022)
Dem Bones" (also called "Dry Bones" and "Dem Dry Bones") is a spiritual song. The melody was composed by author and songwriter James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938) and his brother, J. Rosamond Johnson. It was first recorded by The Famous Myers Jubilee Singers in 1928. Both a long and a shortened version of the song are widely known. The lyrics are inspired by Ezekiel 37:1–14, in which the prophet Ezekiel visits the Valley of Dry Bones and prophesies that they will one day be resurrected at God's command, picturing the realization of the New Jerusalem.
Well, your toe bone connected to your foot bone
Your foot bone connected to your heel bone
Your heel bone connected to your ankle bone
Your ankle bone connected to your leg bone
……………………[Wikipedia]
5dmkII + 300mm 2.8 L
and Yet another shot of these amazing roots. i don't know if it's something usually accepted on the Olympic peninsula, but a kind lady told me that all these dead trees on the beach are usually called "bones". they perfectly fit the description to be honest, as a lot of them are organic and white in a bizarre way. Thousand of them in places. Rialto Beach is filled with these.
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Canon F1 / 28mm
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I leave here goin' to catch that M&O
Now when I leave here goin' to catch that M&O
Going way down south where I ain't never been before
Once I had a notion, Lord, & I believe I will
Once I had a notion, Lord, & I believe I will
I'm going to build me a mansion out on Decatur Hill
Now it's all of you men ought to be ashamed of yourself
All of you men ought to be ashamed of yourself
Going around swearing 'bout God you got a
Poor woman by yourself
I started to kill my woman till she laid down across the bed
I started to kill my woman till she laid down across the bed
& she looked so ambitious till I took back everything I said
& I asked her how about it, Lord, and she said all right
& I asked her how about it, Lord, and she said all right
But she never showed up at the shack last night
Just an experiment.
"Alexithymia is a personality construct characterized by the sub-clinical inability to identify and describe emotions in the self."
"L'alessitimia è l'incapacità o l'impossibilità di percepire, descrivere e verbalizzare le proprie o le altrui emozioni."
A iconic shot of Whitby. This Blue Whale jaw bone goes back to the days when Whitby was a major Whaling Port.
6.02.10-heres a better shot of the small grouping i made this week :)
I think my picture folder issues have been rectified! I'm so-so-so excited! i've been having the darndest of a time trying to work w my photos, had some mysterious demon in there. Finally found someone who "knew" what the issue was, well I am still keeping my fingers crossed, I dont get the wicked freeze up and lock down... so I'll be getting these up in a jiffy ! gotta work while "it's" working! yayayayayy!
6.03.10- demon still inside computer :(