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III & IV Formers enjoy orientation with team building exercises and high and low ropes courses at Echo Hill Outdoor School.
Echo Cafe in Echo UT is no longer open, but window signage boasts of various wares for purchase, including cigarettes and disposable cameras.
The former cafe's large roof sign is also of interest.
This is a pic I made of Aimee Echo from theStart based off of one of the few tiny pics of her on google
Yeah, this one's an obvious 'shop. Don't even have to look at the pixels to tell.
But I still had a picture of Echo staring off into space, and a recent posting by sspike gave me the inspiration to throw in the super moon :)
"Echo" Mestre Valemtim - cópia em bronze do original pertencente ao Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro - Fundição Zani 1997
Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo
Echo is a figure and narrative study using multiple exposures of ink in water. Part of Alan Condrey’s Skin & Inks project.
Echo llegó el viernes junto al Hash de NeyS (sÃ, siempre que pide ella, pido yo! Es irremediable xDDDD).
asdf Es tan mona! :3 La verdad es que como viene es un poco feilla, la pobre, pero si le quitas la parafernalia mejora bastante~ :D Asà que con las pintas que me venÃa, me jarté y está medio en pelotas con su peluca definitiva! >:D Peeeero, no pondré más fotos de ella hasta tener los chips, el obitsu y ropa... xDDDD
One of my favorite places ever. Glen Echo Park in Maryland was an amusement park that started in the 1920s. Only the carousel is still going but its now a home to a lot of studios for artists and classes.
"Echo" Mestre Valemtim - cópia em bronze do original pertencente ao Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro - Fundição Zani 1997
Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo
Second of my Greek mythology series.
Echo was a nymph doomed to only repeat the words of others. Narcissus was an extremely handsome man, and one day, as he was hunting, Echo saw him and fell in love. She followed him around all day, trying desperately to talk to him... but of course, she couldn't. She even caught up with him at one point, and tried to embrace him, but he pushed her away. Echo was left heartbroken. Another deity, Nemesis, heard her cries and decided to punish Narcissus for his cruelty towards Echo. Narcissus then happened to glance upon his own reflection in a pool of water. He fell in love with the beauty of his reflection, and never left the pool. He died, and the nymphs, feeling bad for him, wanted to bury his body. However, they couldn't find it - the narcissus flower had grown in the place where he sat for so long.
No stock photos used in this one, just my own. :)
It's never too late for daffodils. They seem to grow well at 7,000 feet in May. This picture was taken in from of the Echo Lake Chalet, just north of Highway US 50 at Echo Summit.
"Echo" Mestre Valemtim - cópia em bronze do original pertencente ao Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro - Fundição Zani 1997
Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo
"Echo Puerco
crack like bacon in a frying pan
'cause i gots it sizzlin'
i'm more beast than man
corkscrew tail for the vino
break out the queso
y come dine conmigo
tacos de carnitas
so tasty you'll lick your patitas
tacos de chicharon
chase 'em down con some ron
as if in a fryin' pan
i crack like tocino
but i keeps it all limpio
'cause i ain't no cochino" - Zetasan 071412
Psittaculidae, Psittacula eques.
Black River Gorges National Park.
Mauritius.
10 December 2015.
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The art above is by my father who was probably 14 when he did it; just before he lied about his age and joined the Navy for WWII. It doesn't exactly fit the mood of the lyric, but, hey, it's by my dad.
Echoes
Music by Will Maples; lyrics by Michael Vance
Written in 1968 when I was 17 years old
We’ve lived a lie, hearts buried in caves of stone
Tears never cried, sorrows hidden and so alone
These are nothing but memory of years
These are nothing but shadows of tears
These are nothing but echoes of love gone its way
Her love has died, empty eyes that never meet
Within we hide, sharing secrets beneath satin sheets
Neither knowing the reasons we lied
Neither living a life of gray that’s died
Years of nothing but echoes of love lost someway
Her laughter’s an empty grave
Within and without, it’s all the same
Wearing masks of steel, always fearing the break of day
There’s nothing lift to feel
Without moving, she turns away
Without moving, she turns away