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---- Etna, the volcano ----
---- a series of shots taken in the street and from the street (Sicily) ----
---- una serie di scatti realizzati nella strada e dalla strada (Sicilia) ----
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I'm happy and honored for this ! A beautiful group full of beautiful photos! Thank you ! 🙏❤️
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You can find this pose in here
You're a falling star, you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.
And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.
*guyz dont forget to download the song =P
Dedicated to u RoOoRz ;*
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Den Haag Holland Spoor, July 2021
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Everything that can fly takes flight when the white-tailed eagle passes by. Here among the Egyptian geese and greater white-fronted geese.
Now that it's November, it's time to put away the summer for a few months. The first couple sunflower fields we visited a few weeks ago were ready for harvest, with wilted blooms as far as the eye could see -- except for that plucky youngster in the front.
This is the end of the floral spring series. The next pictures will bring us a change of subject.
I invite you to watch.
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Everything comes to an end. Be it a year, be it this former inner-German border... or my roll of HP5+.
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Ilford HP5+
Kodak HC-110 Dilution E
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Leitz Summicron - C 40mm/f2 (1972-1977)
the game hasn't started yet. or maybe it never stops. a foot, a ball, the wet grass. everything else is just noise.
Burlington Northern SD40-2 8081 and Conrail C30-7A 6577 were chilling in Conway yard after arriving on a sunny day in 1993.
At the time both railroads were going strong and the thought of both of them being gone in a few years was inconceivable.
It was only a week ago I got caught in a blizzard. But now it's 20 degrees and the whole worlds gone green.
My rock. My Best Friend. My...idk everything? I wouldn't even wanna walk this path without you. Sometimes we fight, sometimes we disagree, but after it all it's you and me.
Love you, Habibi! ❤
It dawned on me when I couldn't upload last nights photos, that my hard disk was full again. I realised everything from last year must go to my external hard disk, so Everything must go , by the manic Street Preachers is perfect. I thought I'd see what those months held, and this beautiful sunset was hiding there. Some nights you just wish would never go, but they always do.
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Everything was quiet! But the quiet was quite audible. The scores of invisible wind were striking like a chorus with fir needles leading to a wonderful melody that indeed banished my weariness and sense of time. Continuing with this pleasant singularity I couldn’t able to feel that it was too late that night!