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"No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible."
Quote– George Chakiris
HSS everyone
GWR Small tank loco No1450 is held at the Signalbox while the signalman helps himself to some coal for his stove from the locos bunker.
Natural lighting, mid-afternoon on my walk to the grocery store.
Song of the day: Marie Carmen - "Entre l`ombre et la lumière"
The beauty of light owes it's existence to the dark.
A blast from the past, not my usual music choice
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Long Island, New York
the song which inspired this image:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0oIoR9mLwc
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dark Necessities [Official Music Video]
Outfit
[^.^Ayashi^.^] Ameonna headdress
[^.^Ayashi^.^] Ameonna Eyepatch
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VCO HAIR - Luney / 001 [ Black ]
ERSCH - Lovesick tears
Wishing Stars blush (bom)
.STOIC. WINTER SOLSTICE CHOKER BLACK 8
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*katat0nik* (Red) Dragon
02_{-Maru Kado-} Halo-Torii Black
Scene
Pitaya - Torii Gate Bacdrop
*Thus Magic* ~ Japanese maple tree RED
"Surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light.”
Quote ― Alan Brennert, Moloka'i
Inside Tate Modern, London
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Point Bonita Lighthouse keeps watch over the entryway to San Francisco Bay as dawn breaks along the Marin Headlands. I was standing on the shady side of the ridge, as the sunlight poured out from the bay like the beam from a night watchman's flashlight.
Marin County CA
A female Darkeyed Junco (Junco hyemali) in the Butterfly bush, waiting it's turn at the suet feeder.
Camí de Ronda Platja d'Aro (Baix Empordà-Costa Brava-Catalunya)
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‘Because the world does not belong to us. Because we're nothing, leftovers.
Because we are tumbleweeds on roads. Because we are every lost, dashing, shadow. Because we're poems on sidewalks.
Because you are the needle in my arm.
We are equals.
We are mirrors.
We cut the night’.
Found this very tiny but chunky bird hopping around our neighbourhood's unkempt lawns for 2 days, first thinking he could not fly, maybe he was injured. Eventually I took this shot in front of our apartment building.
Checking on the species, I also saw a similar shot listed as an Oregon Dark Eyed Junco bird. He really was very cute, much more so than many birds I normally see here in our very urban neighbourhood; he really had these great colours. Of course I was happy he was OK and that this hopping around is looking for seeds, not due to an injury.