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Segunda vez que uso o Polaina e sempre me apaixono por ele! Tão lindo, tão azul hahahaha <3
Usei duas ou três camadas dele, não lembro direito... mas sei que usei tc e voila!
Sempre que vejo o Polaina, penso que a Impala deveria fazer mais esmaltes azuis lindos assim! Sinto falta de azul na cartela das empresas nacionais, sério!
Mais azul, por favor xD
Bom, é isso!
Hoje não tem mais fotos nos comentários por que só essa ai prestou ahsuahsu
Bezos!
UPDATE: Agora sei que esse é o azul favorito do meu amigo querido Douglas Baraúna, essa esmaltação é pra ele rsrsrs :D
I just really liked the way the shadows fell on the floor. I tried it in black and white, but it definitely loses something without the blue door.
I loved this location, so many photographic possibilities. I can't wait to visit Italy again in the future.
Balaia, Algarve, Portugal, Europe
Data: 10.07.2014
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Mike and I are starting a new tradition this year: Christmas without the tree.
I'm so relieved. Because every year, the tree has been the source of this huge internal struggle for me.
On one hand... in what I like to think is a nod to my long-ago Druid ancestors... I pretty much worship trees. (You may have noticed this elsewhere in my stream. Ahem. It's a powerful force.) So... to bring one in, and adorn it with lights and ornamentation, and spend many hours admiring it... living with it as a member of the family... well, it feels kind of right.
On the other hand... there is no escaping the fact that the trees we bring inside each year are dead. And worse - we killed them ourselves, with our own hands, and have the sap-stained clothes and gloves to attest to our act of, let's face it, murder.
It's always bugged me, but the final straw was Mike's comment on our watering system. We have this great set-up where... every time the tree takes a drink... we hear this musical glug-glug-gurgle. Our tradition has always been to raise our glasses in response, and drink (or eat, or make the motions thereof) in the tree's direction, and say something like, "Here's to you, tree!"
So... yeah. We've lived with this charade for years. And it was only in the past few weeks that we agreed the glug-glugging was, in fact, sinister. Equivalent, we decided, to the flopping and gasping a fish does out of water.
We have agreed (thank goodness) not to inflict that slow-death suffering on another good, honest tree this year. And I am so relieved.
Yes, I know there's the option of the "living tree," but that has its own problems. Kind of like bringing home a big Tyee salmon and watching it swim in a bowl for a few weeks. Conifers just weren't made to live indoors. Or die indoors. So I'll do my seasonal worshipping outdoors this year - in the trees' own living room, which is as it should be.
"Photo Title / Verse Title"
Photo:
The Spanish squad having fun at the pawsox baseball game.
Verse:
I am still lost, but I don't know why,
Having a hard time surviving, closing my eyes in the long nights,
its hard that you get hurt from the same thing twice,
I thought we could last forever,
but I guess forever wasn't the thing that we call, "future",
I thought you were the perfect, and I am the lover,
My besty tried to tell me, but I didn't listen,
I depended on hopes and my secret ambition,
A feeling gave me the vision that I am looking for,
looking at my situation realised that I am in the wrong war,
Running naked without anything on me, not even a kevlar,
yes, I lost but I am still hoping for the better, and nothing will last forever.
The story continues, Frank. When I wanted to put the jars back in the pantry, I unfortunately knocked over some shelves. You know I'm a bull in a china store. I thought I'd close the door quickly before my wife found out, but unfortunately the door didn't close properly, which means big trouble, and all because of you, my friend !
I'm going to get myself a glass oven now and make something creative out of the broken pieces ...
;-) ...