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Plage de Kuta, Lombok, Indonésie.
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The lighting and clouds enhanced this view of the chimney sweep statue. There's also a gull by happenstance.
A farmhouse in Flamstead, Hertfordshire. The pebble dash cover is a 20th century thing, the house itself has a Georgian appearance and is at least 200 years old. When the classical portico was added with its Dorian columns, the owner, possibly a farmer, was expressing their social status or, at least, their wish to be recognised and "belong".
Quizá no sea un efecto del que abusar, pero he visto grandes cosas con él.... Y me moría por probarlo. lo tuve claro al encuadrar la escena . Ya lo puliremos... O no!!!
Title:Great expectations
Hudson and I headed out with rain drizzling and full cloud cover so I actually had no expectations to day and Mother nature once again provided a little light on this beautiful scene.
Year:2014
Location:Lone Pine, Eyre Peninsula, South Australia
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My niece enjoys the Christmas tree after decorating it together with me last night
Now the floor is filled with presents, the Christmas dinner is cooking, and I am ready to celebrate Christmas Eve together with my parents, siblings, their spouses and adorable children ♡
Enjoy your Christmas Eve! 🎄
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I decided to use the 50mm lens I have sitting in my bag gathering dust. I must say that I should trade it in for a 35mm lens.
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN – SEE YOU SOON <3
“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.”
- Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkKKzTYIe3Q
MONSTER MASH – BOBBY “BORIS” PICKETT
A TALE FOR HALLOWE'EN
Haunted by the past
shadow weavers spin a grisly path
bloodshed ripened by the burning laughter
cackling; cawing birds with blackened plumage
sit amongst the great oaks circled like ancient stones
pondering; deliberating;
coaxing thoughts from secret innocent brains
spitting; spilling intestinal,
twisted columns like engorged worms
emerge from rounded tors
where tombstones fall in all their lost directions
point like arrows to distance lands
where once they came on voyages bound
for incoming tides; lapping
and supping like thirsty dogs worked on the lands
salting sea dogs; march like Marsh frogs; croaking;
encroaching in their hordes
green as slime from slurry pits
and stinking; stench invading nostrils;
hopping crops to miss the circles where creatures from
another realm have mystified the hoi polloi for centuries;
eventually the stories fell to urban myths
and historic notions hid the truth
that Hallowe'en is an intelligent invention;
an intervention to prevent our troubled pasts
from catching up on us and suffocating slowly all our pre-conditioned thoughts
and cognitive behavioural patterns,
yet still we seek the darkness on this, some say, sacred night
and others hide within their homesteads;
sprinkled salt to every step and window sill;
they sit in fear in dim-lit candlelight;
ready to be blown out at any given moment
when chance or fate brings strangers thereabouts
to wrap sharply on the knockers on their wooden doors
and as they shiver beneath the old iron bedstead
and scrunch their eyes tight shut;
a primal squeeze of distant recognition
springs sharply piercing to their memories
and all the compartmental little shutters laying dormant
within their harrowed minds; awaken now; stir times
from ancient burial grounds where stones rock in their cradles
deep beneath the earth;
disinterred they fall and crash like thunder;
splintering marble; splicing names and dates
that once meant something to someone,
now crumble as the dead rise up again
and those who knock on doors
come laughing like rag tag beggars seeking all you have
DON'T hide; that is the very worst thing you can do;
unlock your doors and beckon them inside
offer sweets and cookies; treats; avoid the tricking;
that trickery; magical menacing personified
they come with intent to rob your larder,
but better that than leave them all outside
for some of us it has no other meaning
than a little fun on one night of the year
but for others of us gathering on the hillside;
cloaked and daggered; hand in hand we bide
chanting words from long-lost civilisations
that sound so gutteral;
bitten by the wind and burning fire
we circle round and round it, cold and muttering;
giving thanks that we will all survive our ancestors
some of whom were burned here,
on stakes for all the villagers to see
will rise at witching hour;
between the hours of three and four's a given
and we will see them all again
and speak of all the ways of the now living
As witches we can make things far better or far worse
but the one thing we are good at is to curse
you'll find us often around the cauldron
stirring and talking generally in verse
a pinch of this; a pinch of that
it all goes in the pot
it simmers for a good long while
don't drink it when it's hot
but leave to stew
and know that you
will benefit from this broth
don't let greed be your guide
a little will suffice
a sip of this; a sip of that
Ah! Hallowe'en is so nice …
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Don't have nightmares!! Happy Halloween Everyone ; 0))
This is just one photograph!! A florists' window display and reflections.
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Frontera Bird Sanctuary, Weslaco, Texas. Record shot only.
Lifer.
May 3: Texas birding days remaining: this day and three more....
18 shots in today's post, all from the Weslaco-McAllen area, west of Brownsville, and northwest of Estero Llanos Grande.
Based on Ranger-educator Lorena's recommendation, we decided to visit a small civic-run sanctuary — Frontera. While we saw few birds, we got more looks at Chachalacas, saw a Fox Squirrel (lifer) and our main target bird, the Green Kingfisher. Sadly, none of my shots from this shoot quite matched expectations.
Things picked up a bit at a nearby World Birding Center, Quintana-Mazatlan where we again encountered Great Kiskadees.... More in a minute. First, a word from our — oh, you get it....
... of the final content of the "Paris-Agreement" as a result of the 2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference in Paris.
Will it really be more than words on a piece of paper ... ?
Striped trio of Plains Zebras / Steppenzebras (Equus quagga)
Tarangire N.P., Tanzania, Africa
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Con los años descubrió
Que no quería formar parte de grandes cosas
Porque los proyectos más ambiciosos
Siempre acaban corrompidos
Mientras que los sueños sencillos
Las más pequeñas esperanzas
Pueden mantenerse un poco más puras
Menos distantes de las utopías.
Así que un día comenzó a vivir
Intentando cambiar el mundo
A una escala de unos pocos metros cuadrados
Empezó a construir un efímero refugio
En su interior y a su alrededor
Un minúsculo hogar cálido y remoto
Donde proteger las pocas cosas
Que merecen las penas
Y que provocan las alegrías...
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Everyone must follow the way of life that suits him best. I simply can’t make active preparation’s to save myself ; it seems so pointless to me and would make me feel nervous and unhappy. My letter of application to the Jewish council on Jaap’s urgent advice has upset my cheerful but deadly serious equilibrium. As if I had done something underhanded.
Like crowding onto a small piece of wood adrift on an endless ocean after a shipwreck and then saving oneself by pushing others into the water and watching them drown. It is all so ugly. And I don’t think much of this particular crowd, either. I would much rather join those who prefer to float on their backs for a while, drifting on the ocean with their eyes turned toward heaven, and who go down with a prayer.
-Etty Hillesum
Unclasping the first hook of a dress, brings the joys of unconfined delights that little bit closer.