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yesterday I made a trip to ribatejo to take some pictures whith my
dad. This one was taken near Valada do Ribatejo.
This was a sunny, spring day in Somerset, in central New Jersey. The reflections in the lake and building seemed to add to the beauty of the blooming tree.
One of series of reflections on ferrofluid. My aim is to use ferrofluid to reflect light in ways never seen before
Crocs are the best...kids can abuse them as much as they want and they'll still be OK.
*Edited 09/15: Yes....I know all about that escalator and elevator stuff. It's all over the news, email...it's the first thing someone tells me when they see my son's shoes. But I always carry him, crocs or not, whenever we ride an escalator. No worries there :-)
Sometimes when we look in a mirror
we are able to look back upon our history at all the good and all the bad.
Have you ever asked yourself if in the reflection you have caused more good then bad? Or if you caused more bad then good do you regret it?
probably already have that title. lol. but thats ok.
i really like this picture its a little creepy at the legs part, but i still like it.
i still have the bruis on my leg from 2 weekends ago when i fell off a bike...well actually ran into the stop sign but thats ok.
still have to write a position paper for model un
FUCK
I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I'd love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On an endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils insider her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come and find me, my darling one
I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I swear I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
I love this picture of my little one, Delilah. She was holding onto the sliding door looking out in our backyard. She started giving me the funniest faces when I started snapping shots.
The series continues!! This one differs in that leaves in the water are a prominent motif, and the moss of the rock gives a nice color contrast.