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Often called a Nomad this Red Veined Darter takes a break on a stripped down cattail.
Happy Macro Monday!
VENDETTA Skins - Adam skin
Gild - Nomad jacket with T
Gild - Long leather cuffs
ARCHIVEFACTION - Lock Chain Necklace
ARCHIVEFACTION - Metal Nose Plaster
CAROL G - Eagle Male TaTToo
♀Red-veined darter or Sympetrum fonscolombii was in a pond in the Cartagena countryside. Una de las primeras de la temporada !
Nomad seems to have lost the helicopter when he made his way into the sewer system that was below a nearby overpass. It’s time to go. A lead has led him to another city anyway. It’s been a little over a year since he’s seen her, since they took her, since they got away with it. “I’ve got to follow the clues, expose them,” he mumbles.
He tilts his head downward and to the left, looking behind him without turning his head. He counts six on the left, 3 on the right. They’re closing in. Not to cause a scene he starts to ditch in and out of the alleyways. Making his escape slowly and quietly. He notices after some slick maneuvering that he only sees about 3 people in viewing range, though others could be around still. I’m sure they have an communications system in their ear, they all do.
Nomad walks in through the front of a burger-joint and walks out the back door. Two men in the back of the restaurant approach him, one with a gun. He quickly with two quick hand movements removes the weapon from the man on the right and pistol whips the man on the left with it knocking him out. Still holding the hand of the man on the right he pulls him into him as he kicks the man’s shin breaking a bone and sending him to the ground. Another swift kick to the head and both men are unconscious. Nomad walks off briskly looking from side to side. He places the gun in the back of pants expecting the elastic to keep it from falling.
He walks down a backstreet on the side of a pizzeria. Out from behind the building come an agent. Taller than Nomad, more muscular than him as well. He takes a swing at Nomad, Nomad is too quick for him as he bobs and weaves away from his opponent. One swing, one flush connect from Nomad’s left uppercut and the big man goes down, hitting his head on the concrete steps behind him. Blood starts to ooze out the back of the man’s head. “Ha I’m one punch man,” Nomad jokes as he takes off slipping into the night. He doesn’t get captured; he escapes easily.
Nomad starts his journey to the next city. “That was close. Need to end this!”
So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind?
So many years have past, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
We just arrived at our desert camp, when across the dunes came a girl about 10 years old. She knelt down on the sand and proceeded to lay down in front of her various hand sewn items. My favorite was the patched together stuffed camel. Who could refuse such an item?
Nomad Bee | Nomada sp. | Apidae
Explored on 22nd May 2022 #379
Samsung NX1 & Kiron 105mm f/2.8 Macro
Wide Open | Manual Focus | Available Light | Handheld
All Rights Reserved. © Nick Cowling 2022.
In Sydney today. Monday, 1st July, 2024.
Welcome to Western Sydney.
Looking east to the Gladesville Bridge.
The 'Nomad' yacht moored on the Parramatta River.
Photographed from along the riverside forest walking track from Betts Park to Huntley's Point.
Gladesville. (aka Huntley's Point)
Western Sydney.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L lens.
Processed in Adobe Lighroom and PhotoPad Pro by NCH software.
* Admiral and Lady Purrington By NOMAD @ Saturday Sale
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