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The remnants of last year's growth of comfrey in Horseshoe Thicket, Walthamstow Marshes, on a frosty day.
An old deserted falsefront store sits alongsine a a road on the outskirts of Yamhll,Or
Truck tires were placed in front to prevent people from parking.
Dead though this branch of the Apple tree may appear, it still provides habitat for wood-boring insects, which in turn provide sustenance for foraging woodpeckers.
Another from our club evening outing,while exploring around the pier struts,I came across various parts of the pier in places other than where they were originally fitted!! Hence I didn't stay under the pier for too long!
Natal, "cidade do Sol" ;D Mas prefiro quando chove... o que tem sido freqüente nos últimos tempos. Fiz esta fotografia na Ribeira, no exato momento em que um fusca passava em baixa velocidade.
Sozinha... eu estava passeando pela cidade... em um daqueles crepúsculos cinzentos de chuva que nos levam à introspecção.
Mãos escondidas no bolso.
Olhar seguindo os padrões ora das nuvens ora do chão.
Reflexos difusos nas fétidas poças...
Cabelos negros, molhados sobre o rosto descorado... ocultam os olhos que expressam aquela lúgubre tranqüilidade daqueles que se perderam dentro de si.
Aromas antigos de solitude...
na cripta de minha alma.
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Alone... I was walking across the old downtown... in a rainy twilight that leads us into introspection.
Hands hidden in the pocket.
Glance following the patterns of the grey clouds or the wet pavement.
Blurry reflects on the fetid puddles...
The long black and wet hair on my pale face... keep in dark my eyes expressing that eerie tranquility of those who's lost in the most inner self.
Smells like solitude, the crypt of my soul.
Abandoned, this large farmhouse must have raised a big family. It it's walls could talk, i bet it could tell quite a story. Typical of the early days, the garage is small, so they probably owned only one car.
Rural Hillsboro, Or.
An abandoned house on the Welsh boarders is left in a sad state of decay and being reclaimed by nature.
Rural decay in Boston, Arkansas. Next door is an abandoned U.S. Post Office. This used to be "downtown".