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A time for ghosts and the memories of forboding which float above us, pulling us under
so we never forget
Looking up the backside of a severe-warned storm out over Lake Winnebago east of Oshkosh, WI. Just prior to this shot I photographed a waterspout dangling from that lowering just left of center. June 15, 2016
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Ardnamurchan viewed up the Sound of Mull to Kilchoan Bay and the mouth of Loch Sunart with the only rays of sun highlighting the autumnal coulour on Ben Hiant. Mull on the left and Morvern on the right with Kilchoan just visible.
I love Gilda and her horns. There's something dark and forboding about her yet she has that pureness to her since she's a sacred creature. I love all these Greek mythological characters they've been introducing. Very cute.
© All rights reserved. A low-res, flatbed scan of a 6x7 (2 1/4 x 2 3/4 inch) transparency
Even on a dark and forboding day, you can't be sure a little of the sun's light wont shine through the blanket of fog that can enshroud the entire Strait of San Francisco. Still, it might be the only sunlight one sees all day, so soak up those rays when you see them, even if you prefer to use your camera to do so.
Thanks for your time and interest!
Dark forboding trees lined this road as I began my journey home. I like how the path was let going through or past this dark a brooding woodlands. Less Tolkien and more dangerious.
A dark and forboding corner in Casemate no 5 at Fort Mifflin in Philadelpia, Pennsylvania.
During the American Revolution, the fort served as a strategic point on the Delaware River, impeding the British supply lines to occupied Philadelphia and enduring a significant siege in 1777. Though ultimately captured, the fort's resistance delayed the British and contributed to their struggles during the winter encampment at Valley Forge.
In contrast, during the Civil War, Fort Mifflin did not see direct combat but functioned as a military prison. It housed Confederate prisoners of war, as well as Union soldiers and civilians.
Panasonic Lumix ZS100 compact digital camera, 9mm (25mm equiv on 35mm), F2.8, ISO 3200, 1/13th second.
Hosta leaf in my garden won't survive the hard freeze coming in a couple of days. Webster Groves, Missouri.
ehmm...just an experiment...
[Soundtrack: pink floyd - brain damage]
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daysy 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 on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head Il matto è nella mia testa
The lunatic is in my head Il matto è nella mia testa
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 yuor'e in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
November 8, 2015
In Fall and Winter, these tangly trees, at the ocean end of Brewster's "Spruce Trail," take on a mythical appearance. Their bare upper branches seem like they could come to life at any moment, writhing, alive and wild like the heads of of Medusae,
Brewster, Massachusetts - Cape Cod, USA
Photo by brucetopher
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A splash of color among the forboding tones of the narrow Black Canyon of the Thompson River canyon, westbound CP rail train 772-032 shares space with competitor CN Rail on May 22, 1995.
What was once a dark and forboding underpass, becomes very friendly with the addition a few thousand lumens.
Went to Dysart for a change last week. Sky was quite grey and forboding. The tide eventually went out enough to let me get close to the rocks. The orange really stood out against the grey sky.
14mm, 4 secs @ f/11
Drakestone Point after most of the surrounding trees had been removed due to rampant Ash Die back.
The surrounding woods are looking very sad after this event.
Vintage Auto Yashinon preset 50mm f2 lens capture.
Created for The StockYard Image Challenge
Model with thanks to dunikowski
Textures by Ewixx: www.flickr.com/photos/ewixx/4601210605/ and www.flickr.com/photos/ewixx/4591372012/in/set-72157622290...
Nasos3- www.flickr.com/photos/nasos3/4586245552/in/set-7215761648...
Background by ppphotographs: www.flickr.com/photos/34121831@N00/4586979740/in/set-7215...
33/365 Photo Manipulation Project
how much fun it must be to be an art director at a campaign like this... (woran erinnert uns das, oder bin nur ich so...)
Forgot my camera, so I used a cell phone for this one. This spot looked very interesting/mysterious, with the fog and bare trees. I didn't notice at first, but if you look closely at the middle tree (foreground) there's a foreboding head that is completely natural.
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Batten down the hatches! I was digging through some old photos a found this interesting one from the Summer, 2011. An incredible storm swept over Chappaquiddick on Martha's Vineyard bringing a dark and foreboding sky and buckets of torrential rain.
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
Ill 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 Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
It felt like late afternoon as I descended from Thorong La. Still at some 5000m altitude the steep downhill was made more enjoyable by the incredible views of the Himalaya's ahead. More forboding valleys and landscapes which seemed impossible to reach.
In Sampson's wood just by my parents place. Just got out of teh car and this was the scene in front of me. When you gotta shoot you gotta shoot
"Come hasten to the first drop of endless flasks. Heretics and peasants with a quench forboding."
Noctourniquet - The Mars Volta
I debated between the more formal looking profile and something that more appropriately reflected Bogart's living environment. This time, thankfully, the shadow is much less forboding. Bogart's beloved Raven provided the effect.
More photos in the comments.
[SOOC, f/6.3, ISO 100, shutter speed 1/400]
It had been a busy day and Jack's new Christmas present had been uttering its usual grunts, whistles and mutterings at his programmable command. The excitment his new companion had delivered had finally sent him into a dream-filled sleep full of shiny white, cutesie robotic figures dancing in synchrony, chanting 'U-huh", "Beep" and "Yeah".
But now, from the dark recess of the young boy's room, came an altogether new sound. A deep, clawing, forboding, digitised growl that was neither machine nor human. It built in all too steady increments until the unearthly sound filled the boy's mind. As he stirred from his comfort he forced open his eyes, unadjusted as they were to the dim light in the room, in order to discern from where the shrill, cybernetic roar was coming.
The source of his awakening was to be the last object he would ever see. The searing heat from the initial blast of plasma immediately scorched his retina - forever imprinting the image of friend turned foe. The bolts of light pierced first the darkness, then the curtains which dissolved in unison to the floor. Fragments of burning material ignited the youngster's beloved Buzz Lightyear duvet cover which began to recede into ash.
The rebellion had begun...