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Angelonia salicariifolia is a perennial herb that is native to parts of South and Central America but has become naturalized elsewhere, including India. The foliage resembles that of the willow tree, resulting in its common name, the willowleaf angelon. It has sweet-smelling purple flowers that attract a variety of pollinators.
A faded CN logo is found on an overpass that takes CN's tracks out of Central Station and over Notre-Dame street in Montreal. This logo would date to roughly 1940 when these tracks were put in place.
CN 7233 with very faded paint is getting ready to leave the East Side Canal Bank Spur with two grain empties from Ardent. At left is the Atwater Market's tower.
A faded rose and a rusty heart can represent a lasting relationship. The rose represents beauty, while the rust represents the struggle of being together.
song by Ayden Ingram:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=siw9ZuqrA3w
Down below the city lights, where the sun don't ever show,
In the tunnels of Chicago, where the lonely people go,
Steel rails hum a lullaby, the rhythm of the lost,
In the shadows of the midnight, where the fading ghosts are tossed.
We're fading ghosts in the subway, where no one knows our name,
Carried by the echoes of a city filled with pain.
We’re fading ghosts in the darkness, moving slow but going fast,
In the Chicago L-Train where the future meets the past.
The trains keep on rolling, they don’t care where you have been,
They only know the journey, but not the hurt that lies within.
A young girl sits in silence, eyes locked on the floor,
She’s dreaming of escape, but she’s trapped behind closed doors.
Oh, the lights flicker like our spirits,
In this city made of steel,
And the sound of distant voices,
Is the only thing that's real.
We’re the echoes of the broken, the stories left untold,
Wandering these tunnels, forever feeling cold.
We're fading ghosts in the subway, where no one knows our name,
Carried by the echoes of a city filled with pain.
We’re fading ghosts in the darkness, moving slow but going fast,
In the Chicago underground, where the future meets the past.
And the train keeps moving onward, as the night gives way to day,
But the fading ghosts of Chicago, in the subway, there they stay.
Lost souls in the city, underneath the world's disdain,
Forever riding circles on this never-ending train.
The chicken run and outbuildings on Muratie Wine Estate.
The vintage effect was created with Lightroom 6 for Sliders Sunday.
Have a great day, everyone!
HSS!
or does it grow even more beautiful with age, as it withers and wrinkles. As the color fades, and the petals fall.
Between two people who are in love, they take great joy in seeing each other "wither and wrinkle" as they grow old together.
I can't wait to find my rose that I'll take delight in growing old with.
Whilst waiting for a long exposure to finish on the North East Coast i noticed the fading light behind me was slowing changing colour creating a lovely palette reflecting on the textured wet sand. I had to capture the next few minutes of light. Even without a particular subject to focus the attention of the viewer i just like the image. Not sure why but it just appeals.
Explore #200 - August 18th 2010
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NOTE: Sold in limited edition of 15 copies. Available at wennag.com (Norwegian only)
a week ago, a fresh pool of all kinds of roses from our garden... what a scent! now fading pink after lots of rain -- still time to make another pool with roses, still thousands to choose from...
I had a surprise sighting on Christmas Day when a pair of Red-tailed Hawks spent ten minutes spiraling and soaring together overhead. They would come close together at times, then move apart, or take a slight dive as if in a choreographed aerial event. Most of the time they were high above me, as I walked down the street following them, sometimes feeling slightly lightheaded from looking through the lens, trying to follow their movement. They eventually soared away together high above the clouds and out of sight. This hawk was the last one within range of my ability to focus.
Clouds glow in the fading light of a December sunset.
- Phoenix, Arizona
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"Flowers whisper "Beauty!" to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall."
Dr. SunWolf
textures thanks to Tòta
So the story is we bought a bunch of multi-coloured tulips which graced the house for a good week or so. Then as I carried them towards the dustbin i noticed how the fading colours and curling petals had a beauty all of their own as I stepped out into the light. So the journey to the bin was delayed by an impromptu photoshoot - as petals fell before my eyes I attempted to capture for ever the fading glory of these natural beauties!
April 14, 2016
Miche:
[mich]
verb (used without object)
1. to lurk out of sight.
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I had taken a few photos throughout the day, but none stood out to me so when the sun started to set I decided to go chase the last light of the day.
I think it was worth it, just a few clouds in the sky to catch the sunlight as it faded away and to help frame my shot.
Hope everyone has had a good day!
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