it looks forboding but they just keep the lawn maintenance equipment in there.

A Day in the Country - Sunday, September 17, 2006

We had never actually been in a corn maze before so it had to be done

. . . But it's supposed to clear up for a couple of days, now.

shpooky

One of my favourite subjects.

A supercell thunderstorm east of McCool Junction Nebraska March 23 2009

Photos on Explore

1. Morning in Puryear town, 2. Fawn behind the mailbox, 3. I'm here six times -- FIND ME., 4. Forboding future, 5. Sticking it's tongue out, 6. Away from the feeder, 7. Having a group meeting, 8. Matt's eyes,

9. Strange flower!!, 10. Gypsy Andrea, 11. Tennessee sunset, 12. My friend Clyde, 13. Rose of a different color, 14. The color version, 15. Between the barn the the deep blue sky, 16. It's not Kansas Toto,

17. Season in the sun, 18. Remembering summer, 19. Nice view, 20. A wing and a prayer, 21. A black and white beauty, 22. Bard owl, 23. It's my turn, 24. I am curious hummingbird,

25. A sunset in black and whiteCreated with fd's Flickr Toys.

Nottingham sky line, dark and forboding before a storm

On my first visit to Cornwall, the county lived up to its forboding and mystic reputation. Everywhere we visited was shrouded in the fogs time and rain ...

Please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/travel/the-moods-of-cornwall...

I've passed by this place more time than I can count. I finally bit the bullet and pulled in for a quick trip

Santz Station Farm ~ Victoria Rd N

A forboding dead tree in the melting snow. Scapegoat Wilderness. June 28 - 30, 2012

Montana

the soil erases and repeats, splattering across our fingertips

a mud toned shimmer staining through the night sky.

but with this clutch comes the luring of our weathered lips closer then before

the heavy dashing and bursts of wind ricocheting across our shape

an all encompassing breeze grazing our copious being as one

in this open ended sentence.

i was made from a little of this and a bit of that,

my gripping roots dangling from red and white splinters hidden

deep in every crevasse and silhouette.

but locked in this forboding abyss is something warm and filled

with an ever lasting glow

for i can be electric

and i can be magnetic

and i can be the creation of power that ceases this escape.

breathe me in with your silence and your love

and i will never loose this heart

because my heart is this field and that ocean and those stars

waiting for some warrior to snap it in to place

i watch your lips move and your fingers search

and your hidden tapestry of subsistence

ignite from beneath my body until there is

nothing but THIS left behind.

the scent of night a blur across our lips.

sun rises, eyes open, and i wake.

good morning heavy heart, how i missed you.

Lyric fragment going through my mind as I sit here without a title, "thought I'd take a walk today, it's a mistake I sometimes make..."

(attracted to the clockface, in memory of two other flickrpic clockfaces this week)

Went with a darker affect in the sky hopefully representing a forboding look

Northeast of the Tri-Cities, Washington.

1. Waiting for the feeder to fill, 2. A little bit of tongue, 3. Part smile, part grimace, 4. Michigan sand, 5. The edge of darkness, 6. Fawn behind the mailbox, 7. Forboding future, 8. Sticking it's tongue out,

9. Away from the feeder, 10. Having a group meeting, 11. Matt's eyes, 12. Strange flower!!, 13. Gypsy Andrea, 14. Tennessee sunset, 15. The enforcer, 16. Rose of a different color,

17. The color version, 18. Between the barn the the deep blue sky, 19. It's not Kansas Toto, 20. Remembering summer, 21. Nice view, 22. A wing and a prayer, 23. A black and white beauty, 24. Bard owl,

25. It's my turn, 26. I am curious hummingbird, 27. A sunset in black and white

Created with fd's Flickr Toys.

A creepy alley off of Michigan Ave.

A spider cuts down an intruding leaf.

On my first visit to Cornwall, the county lived up to its forboding and mystic reputation. Everywhere we visited was shrouded in the fogs time and rain ...

Please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/travel/the-moods-of-cornwall...

The darker side in all of us

Last Light

This is right next to the Lowry Theatre in Salford Quays. The skies were looking very dark and forboding but it didn't rain, surprisingly.

An old shot, one of the last I took, from my Canon EOS 30. Many a photograph from those days, but few on Flickr. Going to get the old girl out again shortly and revisit some of the city locations.

Lake Hjälmaren, Sweden.

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Day 20/365 - Clouds moving accross the sky above my house one January evening. These clouds & the wind that's been whipping up all day seem to be bringing some colder weather with them. There may eve be some frost tonight! Hope it doesn't get too bad -- I'm really looking forward to having some strawberries soon, and too much cold ruins 'em...

On my first visit to Cornwall, the county lived up to its forboding and mystic reputation. Everywhere we visited was shrouded in the fogs time and rain ...

Please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/travel/the-moods-of-cornwall...

And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"When I first worked on the photo, I really liked the shadow, Agony forboding in shadow only. When I"

Easily the darkest ice cave that ive found yet. The entire surface of the cavern was covered in silt and mud. Even the ice was permeated with rounded glacial stones from 1-10 inches across. Most caves in the area are translucent enough to allow simple navigation and available-light photographs. In addition to the forboding darkness, rockfalls, surging water, and eery wind could be heard from the depths.

Lightroom Settings:

Clarity: 45

Vibrance: 35

Saturation: 10

Strong Contrast

oh, the G4 powerbook has once again shown signs of impending retirement...

this can't be normal, right?

i mean, it takes me about an hour to do something that used to take 10 minutes.

there is misery here. i can feel it coming.

That's a creepy sky, right? A totally creepy sky?

"The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs

Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall

The lunatics are in my hall

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head

The lunatic is in my head

You raise the blade, you make the change

you re-arrange me 'till I'm sane

You lock the door

And throw away the key

There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon."

.- "Brain Damage", Pink Floyd.

A matched pair for my first letter of this year's alphabet, with is not only a homophone for last year's "A", but is also the first entry in a second, less rigorous, project for this year.

The fire escape (by which I mean downstairs window) of my old flat opened out into this alleyway. I genuinely can't decide which of these two shots, separated by about 2 and a half hours, I prefer; I love the burnished oranges of the sunset one, but there's something forboding about the darkness between here and there in the after dark one. Which do you think?

I don't know why but I'm fascinated with this built up piece of roadway in Big Sur. I think it highlights (along with the many bridges), just how difficult it must have been, how much effort was required to put a road along this rugged piece of coast.

Given the amount of fog and my own experience being at sea I can imagine how forboding this coastline must have been to even 19th century mariners approaching California...

Response to brief to create book covers for a 'Futureshock set', including : A Clockwork Orange, Brave New World, 1984 & Fahrenheit 451.

I wanted to work with the theme of forboding in the books so I decided to play with shadows and working completely in B&W.

African Cemetary No. 2 sits on the north side of Lexington, Kentucky. It looks very forboding overlaid with fog on this rainy morning.

This is how our Spring was this year always the threat of rain; it made the summer and blue sky all the better

my most and least favorite of the period rooms at the Minneapolis Institute of Art

The clouds on the horizon were looking rather forboding as the sun was setting