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As promised, I'll unbutton the blouse for you again a bit. But actually I love to wear this blouse and I think that next I'll show you what I'm wearing under her skirt.📷📷📷
A view of Wright Lake in Frear Park, Troy, New York, USA on April 1, 2015. Very little is showing green, yet, but the plant in the foreground is Evening Primrose, host to the Primrose Moth--one of my very favorites! The park is full of it--lots of fun to come!
As promised a shot of the Morris Men with hankies rather than sticks and I think this was the end of their routine .
For more information on Morris Men please link to my other shot of these chaps and with thanks to Don a more first hand account .
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A Letter from Land's End
A poem by Kevin Jared Hosein
Here I am at the edge of time,
Sitting on the brink,
Looking forth at a sunset
That comes and goes in a blink.
And there's a moon up there
For everyone I know
And a plant that bears butterflies
Row by row.
Here I am at the edge of real,
Standing on the plain
Where masked children dash in circles
Along its emerald mane.
And there's a rainstorm
Going on in the desert of snow
And everyone in the bright moonlight
Watches the thunder glow.
Here I am at the post office,
A letter to send,
An invitation for you to come
Join me in Land's End.
The letter reads,
"Close your eyes, count to three,
Then remember everything I always said you were to me."
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Poem's source : www.elfwood.com/
Promised land
Model : Phuong Anh
Location : Dist 7, Saigon
AF 85mm 1.4D F1.4
On teams : Jethuynh, VTCH, Duke, Tonten, Kenny Ng, Pé 3 ...
Saigon, Vietnam 2011
...in DeKalb County, Alabama
"The Little River is the nation's longest mountain top river, beginning 1,900-feet above sea level atop Lookout Mountain, then plummeting to 650 feet above sea level at the head of the largest canyon east of the Mississippi River, Little River Canyon."
Here the 45-foot-tall Little River Falls plunges over the precipice on its speedy way downstream.
Last one from my outing with Wes and Jeff, I promise.
June is not a trustworthy month hereabouts. But I'm usually willing to go along with it when it starts showing off. Today I saw my first lupins of the season showing colour.
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I'd like to dedicate this to my friend PandaColors who wrote a wonderful testimonial for me. Thank you! View her photostream here www.flickr.com/photos/26729505@N04/
- Promises ....., promises that will return ... you will return the days of sun and sea ......
- Promesas....., promesas de que volverán..., de que volverán los días de sol y mar....
Week 27/52 — Outtake #2
Alright. I'm setting this up for posting for the fifth time now. I cowered every time, before this, but now I'm going through with it. Yes. I am. Come on, I have much more suggestive shots before this one, right? Right. But still, none of them felt this... intimate. I don't know. I like the light, though.
My weekly shot will probably be winged tomorrow, since I'm out of plausible ideas. I'm so screwed. Gosh. I'm also nervous. Can you tell? Okay. I'm shutting up now.
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The snow is melting and the spring flowers are still growing. Being under the snow for a little while just made them look happy!
These are the old-fashioned hyacinths I posted pictures of earlier. They have grown considerably!
I cant see tomorrow
What the future holds
But I believe my heart knows enough
Ooh, though sometimes Im confused
And I guess I stand to lose
I dont wanna risk missing your sweet love
And, ooh, if I knew
Evrything would end soon
Id still choose to be with you
I can feel your body
Promise me the pleasure
Move me even closer to you
I can read your mind and
I believe its time to
You dont have to ask
Just promise me this time
Wont be the last time
Promise me forever
Dont just say whatever
A broken vow is better than none
Dont dare leave me in fear
As if you were not real
We both know this memory will live on.
A place of mystery, fantasy and treasures, create your own path and discover solace and peace while possibly making it a little more spicy to your taste, its all up to you! Survivor Lost Island game, wishing tree, jungle fun, dungeon and many surprises.
I am not sure how many kids were playing with those pigeons at Patan Darbar Square this morning. Surely there won't be anyone tomorrow morning. But our prayer remains for the people of Nepal so that they stand up again and mend everything they lost by this devastating earthquake. Look at the eyes of this kid. I can feel the strength and promises of spirit.
Patan, Kathmandu, Nepal
15 April 2015
Meet Jimmy McBain, Somewhereville hustler, grifter, and barfly. Jimmy only works to pay his bar tab. Whiskey flows through his veins like cheap promises. He uses it to coat his throat as he swallows memories that are better left buried. Keep a good hand on your wallets and purses when he's around and never buy a lottery ticket from him.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.