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The harbor control center forms the top of this building in the marina district of Vancouver, B.C., Canada. You can see the other side of the control center reflected in the adjacent building.
Austin, Texas, ATX, TX. Mueller Austin, RMMA, airport control tower, Hipstamatic, HipstaPrint, infrared.
Most of the older farm houses had gourd birdhouses hung around them to attract Purple Martins which are supposed to help with mosquito control.
This image started out and went in a new direction for me! I have always admired these drawing-like looks, but didn't know how to accomplish them. This one came on my computer with complete serendipity. I wasn't even trying to accomplish this - I just wanted to make a very bland photo interesting and usable. I would welcome any instruction from those who know how to achieve this look in a more orderly & predictable fashion than I went through.
Mr Spock is testing his mind control to see if he can change the remote to the channel he wants or influence me to do his bidding.
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"Taking Back Control" by Sparta
The future bleeds
All these wasted seeds
Don't let it go
We're taking back control
The future bleeds
All these wasted seeds
Don't let it go
We're taking back control
Burning heather to create grouse moors for shooting - Forest of Bowland. Part of the Duke of Westminster's estate at Abbeystead
She's fallin' in love now, losin' control now
Fightin' the truth, tryin' to hide
But I think it's alright, girl
Yeah, I think it's alright, girl
She's falling but she doesn't think he'll catch her
'Cause her last relationship was a disaster
Accusations everyday she didn't know why
All her calls would be ignored he's on his own time
Shoulda ended it before it started
All she ever got was broken hearted
He was cheating on her tryna' flip it
Back on her like a victim
Now she all alone and starting over
Now she got baggage on her shoulder
But the new guy really loves her
She loves him, but she doesn't trust herself anymore
Those pretty purple flowers are a non-native vinca. The deer have managed to keep the patch small, although this year the plant seems to be growing more than usual. Unfortunately they can't seem to keep English Ivy under control. They do like it, but it seems to grow too fast.
The world drifts, aware of its own daze, caught in a massive maneuver toward shipwreck. Old values fade as new ones rise, spitting shrill blasts like the trumpets of Jericho. An abandoned shell, an urban skeleton, the last breath of solitude. The death of the new through the old, and of the old through the new. Birth and collapse. A whole that amounts to nothing.
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El mundo va a la deriva y se sabe aturdido, inmerso en una masiva maniobra de naufragio. Los viejos valores se difuminan y se erigen otros nuevos que escupen estridencias como trompetas de Jericó. Cascarón abandonado, esqueleto urbano, último aliento de soledad. Es la muerte de lo nuevo a través de lo viejo y viceversa. Un nacimiento y un colapso. Un todo que es la nada.
Amsterdam - t.t. Melissaweg.
Not really a control tower but an office building (for rent).
Kantoortoren.
owner named his Mopar "outta control"...certainly aptly named with this as his engine combo
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For only a few minutes, the sun broke through the clouds and side lit these hoodoos shortly after sunrise. I shot this same scene about 15-20 minutes earlier when the sky caught a pastel pink, but this later shot with some direct sunlight was far more dynamic. David, Paul, Aaron, and I scouted this area out previously and had located many of the hoodoo formations. This ‘control tower’ was the feature hoodoo resembling a giant joystick flanked by a few colorful mounds of badlands.
The morning started out windy, but far warmer than our previous single-digit mornings. The significant cloud cover helped trap heat overnight, but the cloud front appeared to stretch a bit farther east than we would have liked. Paul, David, and I waited for the light pondering when and if the colors would ever start. Then suddenly, some pastel pinks appeared in the sky and soon we were all running around getting in our morning workout.
Taken at the end of November last year when we were lucky enough to have about 100 Bohemian Waxwings feeding in a residential Norwich street.
They were a bit more skittish than Waxwings I have encountered before - decending en masse from the overlooking trees for no longer than 30 seconds at a time of frenzied feeding before returning to safety.