They send me away to find them a fortune

A chest filled with diamonds and gold

The house was awake, the shadows and monsters

The hallways, they echoed and groaned

I sat alone, in bed till the morning

I'm crying, "They're coming for me"

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me

My mind's like a deadly disease

I'm bigger than my body

I'm colder than this home

I'm meaner than my demons

I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out,

"Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

I paced around for hours on empty

I jumped at the slightest of sounds

And I couldn't stand the person inside me

I turned all the mirrors around

I'm bigger than my body

I'm colder than this home

I'm meaner than my demons

I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out,

"Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead

And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead

I'm bigger than my body

I'm colder than this home

I'm meaner than my demons

I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out,

"Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

And all the kids cried out,

"Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

On our way to the Jemez falls, we had to drive through an area where a controlled burn was being conducted. A bunch of firefighters were out managing the blaze. Later on our way back during the blue hour, the firefighters had left, but a few logs and stumps were still burning, putting out a lot of smoke.

We grabbed a few shots and got the hell out of there, having already inhaled more smoke than was good for us.

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"Algo habrá tenido Él que ver... "

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1 of 4 Bald Eagle approach, strike, capture and soar.

Following my shot yesterday of a burn on a hill.

We came across this scene one afternoon where we came close to seeing the Burn being done, the burn is done to encourage the growth of new shoots in the Heather to feed livestock and Grouse, I believe it is done in a very controlled way with farmers adhering to prescribed guidelines.

I think this is somewhere around Goathland on the North York Moors.

Locals to Yorkshire may know this, What are the poles beside the road in my shot here, are they to indicate the road in adverse weather conditions I wonder.

Not done in 2020 in many places, controlled prairie burns seemed to be taking place in the past week. I was surprised to see this on a weekend since there are usually more people out and about. It didn't take long to burn through this Arboretum prairie. I'm looking forward to seeing the life that fills the prairies in 2021.

A brief but enjoyable visit to Budapest and an explore at this iconic abandoned Powerplant control room.

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Hampton, Georgia

Now may be relocated to a quarry.

JCH Street Pan 400 film.

720nm infrared filter.

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in the mist

The Harbour shipping control tower, which is destined to be demolished.

As part of the redevelopment of Barangaroo the tower has ben decomissioned, but a long battle to save it from demolition has failed.

a 2 minute and a 1.5 minute exposure stacked for the cloud movement

The manager of a restaurant in Leipzig checks the food before it is served to customers.

Fort Baker, Battery Spencer. I believe this is as close as one can get to the bridge at Battery Spencer. This was fun.

"The walls are closing in again

So claustrophobic as I'm trapped in my head

It’s like I don't belong in my own skin

It's sinking in, I’m lower than I've ever been

(Oh god, oh god)

Why do I feel so wrong?

(I hold on, hold on)

Before I'm too far gone

I can't let it consume me

I'm losing my grip

(Woah, woah)

Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride

Feels like I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die

'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart

And I know that I’m losing control

I’ve been running from the one in the mirror

Now it's been forever since I could see clear

Nobody can help

I’m the only one who can save myself

I hear voices that fill me with doubt

I try so hard to block them out

I sit around and wonder why

I'm alive but I don't feel much life

(Oh god, oh god)

Why do I feel so wrong?

(I hold on, hold on)

To all the hope not lost

I won't let it consume me

I need to get out of this nightmare

Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride

Feels like I’m ready to die, I'm ready to die

'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart

And I know that I'm losing control

I've been running from the one in the mirror

Now it's been forever since I could see clear

Nobody can help

I'm the only one who can save myself

Save myself

Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride

Feels like I'm ready to die

I'm ready to die

Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride

Feels like I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die

'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart

And I know that I'm losing control

I've been running from the one in the mirror

Now it's been forever since I could see clear

Nobody can help

I'm the only one who can save myself

I'm the only one who can save myself"

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My intrigue for New York's fencing habits. I'm very excited about how this photo transitions as far as depth of field is concerned.

Now, I'm just quoting from un upcoming blog post, but…

I don't know if it's just the sun, but Philly seems so much warmer than New York, and I'm not talking about heat. It feels so inviting. I enjoyed New York very thoroughly, but New York as a place to make a residence? Not for me. NYC fences everything. It's a small detail, but it's biting. The playgrounds, the parks, the grass, the courts… everything feels uncomfortably controlled. Man *conquered* New York, mastered New York, even. And I guess it turns out I'm not so in tune with controlling our environments to that degree.

   Decommissioned control room.

Rusting away control panel

Details, Muskoka Classic Boats. Duke's Boatbuilders, Port Carling

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Corrupções sérias persuadindo interesses idiotas truques sem coração diabos páginas antigas fantasmas absolutos criaturas precisas observando encontros,

возвышающаяся реальность под прямым углом невозможное царство простые вопросы размышления о неразрывных фактах драмы стихи сомнительные дополнения,

απρέπεια πωλήσεις μεταφράζοντας χρόνο προοδευτικό περιοδικό ιδιωτικά ποιήματα καταδίκη ριζοσπαστική αραίωση παρορμητικές σκέψεις δυνάμεις υπόθεσης,

penseur moderne brume grondement habitants vaporisés fascinations conventionnelles stratégies décevantes possessions extraterrestres misère gonflée,

ábhar ábhartha smaointe teibí rudaí pearsanta gluaiseachtaí nádúrtha rúndiamhair anamacha cladaí monstrous cuimhní cinn amhráin suirbhéireacht línte,

consectaria fallaces mundi invocatae deceptiones obscurae orationes confundentes homines tetralogiam vitae constantis testimonio,

壁を対比する工芸品を提唱する非人格的な作品焦り韻かすんでいる感覚簡単なテクニックランゴウリューズニュアンスずる賢い教訓想像芸術焦り韻かすんでいる感覚簡単なテクニックランゴウリューズニュアンスずる賢い教訓想像芸術.

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Control - Downsampled from ~15, hotsampling! using SRWE; using this guide and CT by Frans Bouma; Lightroom

At the Mojave Air and Space Port.

Bostwick, GA - Morgan County

Control panel inside the cotton gin

A lovely control room left over from a demolished power station, part of Winnington Works in Cheshire.

View lots more from the factory and control room here - www.bcd-urbex.com/winnington-works-brunner-mond/

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you pick the insects off plants,

no time to think of consequences.