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Acer Campestre Tree.v2{Animated}*4Seasons by Little Branch
RUINS by :FANATIK:
LAND SHAPES by :FANATIK:
DEBRIS Stone by :FANATIK:
Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Just Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Don't go
Fucking with my fantasy
Keep Lying to me
Baby I've known lonely
So let me down now slowly
You know me
Tell me I'm your only
Even if it hurts
Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Just Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Don't go
Fucking with my fantasy
Keep Lying to me
Tell me a story
Let's make believe
If you're lying I'll listen
Say it through your teeth
Make me a prison
And throw away the key
'Cause I know what I'm missing
It's better than nothing
☠ TuNe "The Game" - Disturbed
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsIXGVOvah8
☠ Hair: =DeLa*=
☠ Dress: ED.
☠ Ink: .::Nanika::.
☠ Pose: {Lyrium}
Taken @ Pendle Hill
Located on the Nete river, Lier was settled in the 8th century and developed around the chapel of St. Peter. Lier became an important textile centre in the 14th century. It was besieged and taken by the Spanish in 1582, by the Dutch in 1595, and by the English in 1706 during the War of the Spanish Succession.
Lier is a French commune that was granted city rites in 1212. It is located in the Flanders region of Northern Belgium. Located on the Nete river, Lier was settled in the 8th century and developed around the chapel of St. Peter. Lier became an important textile centre in the 14th century. It was besieged and taken by the Spanish in 1582, by the Dutch in 1595, and by the English in 1706 during the War of the Spanish Succession. Belgian nationalists resisted a Dutch attack in 1830. Belgium has seen its fair share of war and occupation.
Destruction of Lier occurred as a result of bombing in Antwerp in 1914; however, many of the medieval structures survived including, the Gothic belfry, St. Gommarus’ Church and the béguinage.
Music:
"Dancy King" by Chapi Chapo & Les Petites Musiques de Pluie, in 'Robotank-Z' (2013)
open.spotify.com/track/6LIkWwrYOKd9L40nzqYhtw?si=205a6a45...
I'm doing some experimental work here and I not only welcome but I would like any suggestions and comments on this image. I feel there is something lacking in it, but I don't know what.
I thought I loved you but what I loved was how your presence made me feel. The moments when I felt worthless and yet you made me feel I was worth something. I enjoyed the attention, affection and loyalty. But most of all, I enjoyed that invisible control I realized I had over you. Maybe I did try to love you, but I just couldn't completely, there were shinier stars within my reach. The more flashy type that I preferred over you. Yet, I didn't want to let you go, I wanted to still keep you for myself but I also wanted to have the other.
Was I really so confused? Or perhaps just greedy? Of course not, I knew exactly what I wanted and I took it all...and I will still keep taking it because you allowed me to anyways.
You act like you are strong, you act like it doesn't bother you that I took in another star and still keep you close. How weird is that? But the longer I drag this little game stringing you with me through the sorrows and misery of my journey, the more I realized I am loosing that sweet control over you. Maybe I should have just chose you like I said I would always do...
It's too late now for that...
I watched you turned your head away from me, a small knowing smile forming on your lips as you told me sweetly that you knew all along about my faded lies...
P.S. Wanted to write something different for a change. Thought it would be cool to think from a different perspective...
The perspective of a narcissist. So, watch out!
May I draw your attention to the trees in the container (although there were many outside waiting for homes). You might see the salesman getting to know his product.
As seen on a walk.
Pentax K3iii & 20-40mmWR
Another 10-stop from Blast Beach a few weeks ago as I can't seem to get my backside into gear and get up for a sunrise of late.
One morning, there were a handful of leopard frogs who were actively hunting for insects. Behind me was a boardwalk and when anyone walked on it, the frogs totally disappeared and it took some time before they'd resurface. I had hoped to catch one in action, but that day, I was lucky just to capture a frog waiting for its breakfast.
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Two Steps From Hell - Caradhras youtu.be/aBodhgVPbxs
situé dans le massif forestier de Saint-Gobain, cet ensemble de bâtiments dépendait de l’abbaye bénédictine de Saint-Nicolas-aux-Bois, à proximité. Connu sous le nom du Tortoir – toponymie liée probablement à l’existence d’un ancien pressoir ou plus vraisemblablement d’un moulin à foulon, ce domaine ecclésiastique, donné en 1130 par le chapitre cathédral de Laon à l’abbaye, avait une vocation agricole et forestière et n’était ni une maladrerie ni un manoir abbatial. Un logis et des dépendances agricoles sont attestés au XIIIe siècle. Le domaine affermé depuis au moins 1604, en mauvais état, fait l’objet de gros travaux en 1660. Vendu à la Révolution, il reste dans la même famille jusqu’en 1883. Classé parmi les Monuments historiques en 1912, il est racheté en 1925 pour servir de domaine d’expérimentation agricole avant d’être restauré par l’architecte Jean Trouvelot.
Jadis clos de murs et formant un quadrilatère, il est aujourd’hui réduit à un complexe de bâtiments qui occupent deux côtés en retour d’équerre et se composent d’une part d’un logis et d’une chapelle et d’autre part d’un grand bâtiment dont l’affectation primitive est indéterminée, mais supposée avoir été un réfectoire et dortoir des hôtes ou encore un cellier avec dortoir au-dessus. Cette aile est rythmée sur sa façade sud par huit grandes baies répétées sur les deux niveaux. Si les baies de l’étage sont courantes au XIIIe siècle, celles du rez-de-chaussée à réseau polylobé sont d’un modèle rare, plus civil que religieux. Chaque angle de ce bâtiment repose sur une tourelle assise sur des trompes, signe plus d’apparat que de défense ; une cheminée monumentale est encore visible sur chacun des pignons ; l’élévation nord a été très remaniée. La chapelle et le logis de dimensions plus modestes offrent encore un décor intérieur raffiné : culots à tête humaine sur la cheminée et aux abouts des poutres de la charpente.
La datation proposée pour cet ensemble est du début du XIVe siècle .
vue pano réalisée avec photomerge et 2 photos
I was lying on the floor next to this puddle in the New Forest yesterday taking photos of the House Martins collecting mud from the pool and was completely engrossed in what they were doing, when I got a blurred red haze in the viewfinder in front of the subject matter. I looked up briefly and you can imagine my delight to find this handsome male Crossbill had come down between me and the House Martins for a drink completely out of the blue. How jammy was that a bit of a Wow moment :-)
Lie down with your eyes closed, watch the sky bloom with hundreds of bright, sparkling flowers. Rumi
It does not know how to lie. It does not know how to say the truth. But it can help me with both.
Four LED lights and the Mitakon Speedmaster manual lens wide-open.
Where to go, I don't even know
Only big white lies to get by 'cause
I don't wanna make you cry, stay here by my side
Only big white lies to get by 'cause
Don't know where to go, oh, I don't even know, oh
I've been telling you white lies so you would stay
I don't wanna make you cry, stay here by my side
Only big white lies to get by 'cause