At the one of visitor centers in Pennsylvania.

I was beginning to think I'd brought my umbrella to this country in vain.

please just hold my hand

let me pour my tears into your skin

i need you here, now

i have nothing left

you're my only hope.

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just a scrap of writing i composed on-the-spot.

edit: i almost know that this isn't going to be popular to the flickr-verse

but for some reason, it means alot to me.

this rush of chaotic and melancholy poetic thought. this photo. how i managed to make a bush seem like a forest.

and i don't want to crop it.

though others may disagree.

abandoned donkey looking for hugs.

i read 'the perks of being a wallflower' yesterday and i finished it.

i really loved the book because it was so different and - woah i just got the weirdest deja vu then -anyway, i dont really know how i felt when i finished it which is weird but its a definite book i'll re read.

i saw the vow and the woman in black on saturday :D

the vow was not as good as i thought it'd be but i still liked it and the woman in black? JEEZE IT WAS GOOD.

it was so jumpy and kept scaring the hell out of everyone but i looooved it.

although all i could think all the way through was all the likenesses with harry potter, and at one point he said this line which, i can't remember what it was, and i was like "he says that exact same thing in hp :O"

but anyway, you guys should watch it.

un sacapuntas.

that means pencil sharpener for those who do not know, in spanish.

a little piece of wisdom for you all ;)

bye!

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(best large)

Here in Bournemouth there has been an increase in young people trying to survive living on the streets. Council are doing all they can to help, sadly not all benefit.

He's going to the Skeleton Coast in Namibia... for 3 weeks... please... someone... help...

They'll be hundreds of them...

There won't be any food...

*sobs*

Incidentally, if you did want to help me, you could maybe click to appreciate a portfolio I uploaded to Behance - no need to register or anything, but if you click the link at the bottom of the page I'd appreciate it! It'll take 2 seconds to click it!

:-)

I know you'd love to:

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Esq. Santa Fe y 9 de Julio / Buenos Aires

ahahahahahahah bellissima tazza da latte regalata dal mio amore che solo in questi giorni sono riuscita a fotografare!!! Lui dice che io sono brontolo... :D

25/01 - April - May '11 52Weeks project Pep

Nikon D90 / 50mm f1.8

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Vi chiedo cortesemente di non postare immagini di qualcunque tipo. Saranno rimosse.

Please don't post pictures of any kind. Will be removed.

Venus was nothing compared to the girl. Her clothes trailed alluringly across the floor; her satin evening gown with the magnificent broach, her long shiny gloves, gorgeous Sable Fur all were laid out in seductive, overlying curls as she had slinked through the room, leaving behind her the telling path of unmistakably rich prey. The beginning of which held a feast for the tracking predator who knew how to read the signs.

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The study below was derived from facts uncovered while doing research for the following Doctoral dissertation:

Light to the shadows of their mind:

Criminal tactics and strategies

Criminology Department .

Chatwick University

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If there was ever one thing I savored the most about my chosen profession I would have to say it was the lavish receptions, balls and other posh settings where the frills of the filthy rich could be both admired and enjoyed. There was just something about the voluptuous ladies who haunted these venues, dressed up to the silky nines and sporting flashy ornaments, which I found so very mesmerizing.

Take the young lady in whose spell I was currently basking. She was wearing a slinky long satin number that appeared to have been poured along her enticing figure. A diamond brooch sparkled from just below her perky breasts. Her opulent gemstone jewels, surrounded by sparkling diamonds, shone like cat eyes when caught by the lights. I studied her the way one would appraise a painting by an old master, closely examining everything I could that pertained to her. If this work of art went by a name, I would title it: Eileen, a study in opulence.

I could also see that I wasn’t the only one who was paying Eileen attention. The man she was seeing appeared, as usual to be caught up in the ladies enchantment this evening. I had seen the couple together several times, but tonight he seemed to be especially attentive to her. There was definitely electricity in the air between them. Which was good, for tonight would be the night to pounce, paying the witchy young lady and her jewels a long anticipated nocturnal visit in the wee hours of the morning.

I had heard about Eileen through a paid source close by in Sutton. She had been an orphan at a young age and brought up properly by a war-widowed grandmother. The Grandmother had been wealthy, and when she passed on she had left 22 year old Eileen with a small fortune. Along with the Grandmothers wealth, Eileen inherited from the old lady three major facets, a spoiled naivety, a gullible ego, and a massive jewelry collection. Which all together presented a very enticing combination for someone like me.

Eileen wore her grandmother’s jewels with reckless abandonment, so I was told, and that is what made her stand out to those who sell information to people like me. Like a hungry predator, I shadowed Eileen for an entire month as she bounced from night club to private club, from extravagant balls, to ultra-fancy ritzy dances. I got to see her and her collection of jewels in close proximity, and it was love at every sighting. I even stole a dance away from her escort, when he was away making one of his frequent business calls. She was wearing a puffy gown of rich taffeta, with silvery diamonds that flashed as they cascaded down from her ears throat. It was a slow dance and I was able to tune out her constant babbling and concentrate on appraising her jewels. After the dance I kissed her gloved hand with its heavily ringed fingers, and bid au revoir, before quickly getting lost in the crowd before her lover returned.

The whole time I closely watched over Eileen and her latest Beau, a charming man named Claude who spoke with a heavy French accent. I quickly learned everything I could about the pair’s background, their relationship, their friends, their habits. Several times I had left them alone while when they were safely partying out on the town, and did a trail run by the ladies residence. This was a secluded small stone mini-mansion, located deep in the woods on the far outskirts of town that had been her Grandmothers weekend retreat. I had plenty of time to study, so that by the time the evening arrived when I would make my move, I had it all plotted out, taking into consideration every angle. I was ready, and actually had been so for over a week prior to this evening.

I followed the happy couple home that evening, and waited while they got down to business. I was calm, my nerves knew no anxiety. I spirited away back to my car and changed into my proper “ business” attire ( black clothes, gloves and mask). I had witnessed Eileen and Claude putting on the same show for several late evenings, and I knew just when to strike. And, then, strike I did.

Like a shadow I moved, becoming part of the background. Reaching the house I stole in through a basement window which I had loosened the week before. I cautiously moved inside, using my torch only sparingly. I made my way up through the basement to the first level, pausing only for a few precious seconds to observe the pricy landscapes that hung from the walls, but I did not touch, for that was not my game.

I crept up the stairs to the sitting room of the master bedroom, Eileen’s grandmother’s old room. It stood as a shrine to the old lady, right down to her old white cat lying on the primly made bed. The cat watched me untrustingly before hissing and running off into some dark corner. I went over and pulled back a self-portrait of the old lady, behind which was a small wall safe. It’s amazing how easy these things are to spot. The tumblers satisfactorily whirled and clicked home, allowing me to open silently and peek into its small chamber. A number of jewel cases of various shapes and makes were exposed to my torch. Quickly I emptied them, watching as jewel after jewel slithered brightly into my satchel. I replaced each case, and after the last was disposed of its contents, I closed it back up and made my way to the fair Eileen’s boudoir.

Venus was nothing compared to the viixen Eileen. Her clothes laid an alluring path across the sitting room floor; her satin evening gown with the magnificent broach, her long shiny gloves, gorgeous Sable Fur, all were laying in seductive, overlapping curves like a carefully marked out trail leading one to a treasure of promised ecstasy. For Eileen and her paramour, that ecstasy was to be found where the trail ended, in her boudoir. For me, the ecstasy lay where the trail had begun, the spot where she had removed her jewels before giving into the passion of the moment. The expensive pile gleamed invitingly, flickering like so many colorful cat eyes by my torches light. They were perched on her dresser, carelessly discarded for things so valuable, they snaked around the marble bird of prey that, alas, would soon prove a futile guardian.

I looked at the door to her bedroom, it was open a sliver and I could hear the raw animal sounds of their lovemaking. Obviously they were occupied for a while. Unhurriedly I carefully lifted each piece up, savoring their shimmering fire before stowing them safely away to join their mates. I then went to the gown on the floor and lifting it ran it through my fingers, it whispered and felt silky, even through my thin gloves. Reaching the brooch I carefully undid the clasp, pulling the jewel away. Dropping the gown, I then turned and silently retraced my steps. Gaining the cellar I watched out the window for any signs of activity. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t half expecting company.

As I waited I wondered who would be more upset over the loss of the grandmother’s jewelry, Eileen, or her “lover” Claude. For you see, “Claude” was a kindred spirit to my profession. He was known to me as Carl , a slick operator born in Brooklyn. He had also had correctly read the signs that Eileen possessed that made her a temptingly easy mark. For you see, Carl was the inside man for a gang of jet setting thieves. Cultured and handsome, it was his part to lure the chosen rich lady into his web and wine and dine her into complete compliancy in preparation of his actions. Once he had obtained her trust, he would select the perfect evening and “Claude” and his heavily jeweled paramour would be set upon by the thieves shortly after returning home on the designated evening. The Lady would be bound and gagged then be forced to watch as her home was stripped of its valuable treasures. The gang would leave with their haul, melting into obscurity with their treasure. Carl would disappear to his home overseas in New York until the next operation was formed. How Carl had found out about Eileen, I had no doubts. The type of blokes who peddled information on vulnerably wealthy prey have no problems with selling the same tidbits to multiple clients. It does have a tendency to make life a bit more interesting on occasion.

I had kept tabs on Eileen’s crooked paramour and soon learned that Carl’s actual girlfriend, who had been posing as his sister Maxine, had booked passage for two to the United States on a steamer leaving the very next weekend. I realized that my window of opportunity had been forced open. If he was preparing to flee the country on Saturday, as was his way immediately after a job, than I surmised that Eileen would be met with misadventure on Friday night before. This also happened to be the evening of a major charity Ball she had bought tickets for her and “Claude” to attend. So tonight, Saturday one week before the steamer was to leave, I made my own move hoping to beat Carl and his gang of scoundrels to the punch, at least where the grandmothers jewelry collection was concerned. I didn’t know if they would still attempt their plan once they realized the jewels had been lifted from under their noses, although, for Eileen’s sake, I hoped they would abandon them. Both ways, my tracks were covered, and before the sunrise I would be miles away.

I gave myself 15 precious minutes, before leaving via the window and making my escape. Nothing had stirred, in or around the house. So I had interpreted the signs correctly, the raid was not on for tonight. I quickly moved out and made for the tree line, melting into the night, soon losing myself (and Eileen’s Jewels) to the darkness.

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Lost in dispair is just another flash going by on my desktop.

I posed these two out for someting a bit different, but changed it when I decided on spots for the fraulein.

Enjoy

:-)

Down at the harbour , capturing the ships arriving and leaving , this poor creature floated past, distressed and weary from trying to free itself from a plastic carrier bag that had trapped one of its legs.

It came to my attention as it passed along the North Pier that is only accessible by boat, I could only watch as it slowly drifted out to sea while struggling to free itself, its fate inevitable as it tired gradually in its struggle .

I recorded this small snippet of the scenario and post in the hope anyone viewing will think twice when disposing of litter items that should be put in a bin, and not discarded in a manner that can create this situation for a defenceless animal .

This weekend I have tried to avoid work, but it has a way of chasing me down and battering me over the head. Work is so busy right now I feel like the holidays were but an illusion. Hence my absences of late from Flickrland, my sanctuary from all that mean working for a living business. :) Today I tried to find a balance but it soon tipped the scales and work won, me-time zero. ( and yes I know it is a typo)

This last week has been full of work commitments that have stopped me from doing pretty much anything besides ...........well............work really.....

I need to find a balance, and this pile of books is not it................... ...bring me more coffee ;))

While I wade through all of this ;)))

Please send all donations to improve Car's life balance to

car@helpme.com lol :)))

Car xxx

I am trying this idea out. I thing I do have the right idea but, to me, it just doesn’t look right. If anyone can tell me what I’m missing I’d be grateful!

30 Day Challenge: From a low angle

Went to Sonic for a Blue Coconut Slush. This is what happens when a 6 year old drinks the whole thing!

So I'm seriously thinking about changing high schools to a school with a great arts program that would help me where I could take a Photography class and a drawing class, plus take french and all the other criteria that every other school has, it would be great I'm really stoked! So the thing is that I need a Portfolio so this is where i need your help. It would be extreamly helpful if you could go through my stream and pick your favorite pictures,

Heres what I need(though I still need to take some pictures for some of these areas) :

~ A portrait, in any medium

~Two pieces from any of the following choices:

a)Landscape

b)Shadow/Light/Reflection <----(I'm not sure what this means exactly)

c)Darkroom or Computer Manipulation

~Four to six other photographs- your best work

Please and thank you all! I really need help with this! You can just post a link to each picture and what category it fits into in the comments Thanks!

Go Large baby

Lo siento, pero amo mis carestupido >.<

I've been under a lot of pressure lately with my job and haven't had much time to Flickr around. But once I get all these barnacles off me, I hope to surface with some good stuff to upload and share...

Not all is wonderful in the Masai Mara

www.fluidr.com/photos/sarniebill

darckr.com/username?sort=interestingness-desc&format=...

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Mora about Zippy the Pinhead look at WikiPedia en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zippy_the_Pinhead

I found this note while cycling today. It's written by a 15 year old teenage boy who is going through some struggles.

I edited his name for obvious reasons.

This is what he wrote......

I have no purpose in life at this stage in life. right now I own a 2004 Honda CRF250X, a 1985 Chevrolet S-10. I go to school at Blessed Trinity Catholic School in Grimsby, ont and I work at a full service gas station in Vineland called UPI. Some girls like me, others hate me. The girls I want is taken and doesn't like me anyway, girls that like me, I don't like like them. my dads life is a mess, he is struggling with an alcohol problem, and maybe even drugs, my mother is crazy and most don't like her but she is my mom and I love her, my step-dad is weird and I don't talk to him much. when I am not with friends or people that make me smile I am depressed and sit in my room on my phone. I love dirt biking because it makes me me feel free and alive. Because of school , work, and things I want to do I never seem to do my school work and struggle with marks. My name is XXXX XXXXX

I am 15 years old. Help Me.

XXXXXXX

I've been all around this great big town and I've seen all kinds of grot

www.threadless.com/designs/fighting-fish-2 vote 5! Please!

Storm hits Dubai, the weekend I chose to spoil myself and get out of my hell hole apartment to stay at the Grand Hyatt... Gave me time to reflect, not always a good thing!!

i've got a major freaking problem.

Ya comenzo la navidad en mi casa y quiero brindarles un poquito de ese calor navideño.

mil gracias a Santiago, mi pequeño hijo, quien me ayudo con la luz

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The Xmas started at home and I want to bring a little bit of this season.

sorry for my english, is very bad...

thanks to my little son Santiago, he helpme with the light.

Chancellor Jeremy Hunt's Budget statement on personal and corprate taxes

abandoned lunatic asylum

by kinghead2 ift.tt/1PuINs3

Je suis endangered, help me - Paris gare du nord

... And I pressed the shutter button. Well, in the reallity, the bandit said: "Doesn't do nothing, I have a weapon with me!", while held my arm. (I had arrested the camera's neck strap in my pulse and passed the hand through the gate. Then, my arm was "imprisoned" in the gate). I looked scared to him and saw the gun in his waist! Them I did the wrong thing... I said: "Oh yes? Has policemen in the corner, I'll not give you nothing!" (Normally, I would deliver what he asked for, as always! Never do what I did! Never!! Its very dangerous!!!) Then, he pressed my arm with force, put his hand in the gun, looked to the sides with an ugly face and...

- Dramatical pause -

In this time, I thought: "Oh my God, it's now, I'll die..." ;¬$

My life passed in my mind... (and this really happens!)

I oppened my eyes very large, and...

- Dramatical pause -

... the bandit, suddenly, freed my arm and started to walk fast, going even so! And I was there, stoped, looking until he desappear... I thanks God for this miracle and continue to take the photos I wanted. Later, I kept the camera and walked until the corner, and... surprise! Really had two policemen there!! I had luck that day! But... how many times more I'll have that luck? I want to left this city... I want to left this country... :¬/

Dedicated to the government of Brazil...

Botafogo District, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

Part of the 'Unintentional Stepford' Set

CameraNikon D300

Exposure0.02 sec (1/50)

Aperturef/13.0

Focal Length35 mm

ISO Speed200

Model Colleen from MM

Mayhem #2223671

SB600 model left at 1/8th 3 feet away

SB800 model right handheld at 1/4 with diffuser

by brooke_jamberryconsultant ift.tt/14z91X8

Escape role playing game HQ.

thegreatescapegame.co.uk/

I'm sick and I had an idea for a photo but I messed it up somehow and made this ugly thing.

Should I put this on my Facebook?

l facebook l tumblr l

cabin fever

My Akita, Chico, on the lake.

Though it doesn't really look like it - it is a pseudo-HDR from a single RAW image. It looks better on my laptop than on Flickr - ? The eye-booger residue bugs me (note to self: fix it!!!).

with no intentions of being fixed.

Size does matter - press 'L' to make it large.

I know this is not the most fascinating picture, but I am uploading it (most likely going to delete it later) because I want to know if any of you could help me out. I use Aperture to edit my photos and I tried going into Silver Ex Pro (or whatever the hell it is) to edit a picture into black and white (As you can see by my pictures, I LOVE black and white) but while opening Silverex Pro Its been frozen for about a week now (I lose track of time fairly easily) thinking "Oh, it'll just be a little while." Nope, its been a week. I cannot access any of my other pictures in Aperture. I cannot quit it (It won't let me) I've tried to restart my computer. No luck. Because Aperture is open and won't quit I cannot restart my computer. So if ANY of you have any tips and tricks on how I can fix this I would deeply appreciate it.

So excuse my absence until I can figure this stupid problem out.

And of course here are my other social media sites

My Facebook I Twitter I Tumblr

Across the street from Madison Square, this man sat holding a sign pleading for help. A city with a GDP worth $842 billion annually cannot take care of him.