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Yeah, yeah I know, left to right, but do I care about rules of composition anymore? And his shadow is just poetic.
In good weather there are often a large number of runners and cyclists on South Downs Way. This was a glorious day and the runner was moving well.
One of my earliest Lightpaintings after this one I was hooked. This Image is In Shadow Play, magazine that I made featuring my best stuff. If you ejoy my work get yours for only $9.99 here: www.blurb.ca/b/7557563-shadow-play
I went to Blade Runner for sightseeing.
It's a very nice place and you should press the shutter button too! ❤️❤️❤️
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The Road Runner model, namesake to the popular Warner Brothers cartoon character, was first created for model year 1968 to be a lower cost alternative to Plymouth’s front line musclecar, the GTX that shared the same platform.
coming for AQUA EVENT September
sharp by [ZD] Beach Runner Set comes with Running Pants, Gympod and Beach Towel - 4 different styles to chose from
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Hair by DOUX
Posing by LePoppycock
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... but Shubelik gives a similar Feeling.
Worlds within a screen,
dreams take form, pixels embrace -
Second life, soul's dance.
picture taken on Shubelik
As the city burned behind him, 'Blaze Runner' didn’t flinch. Trained in shadows, born of fire, and bound by a promise long buried, he surged forward with blade drawn and vengeance in his veins. Today wasn’t about justice—it was about reckoning.
Storming the burning streets, every stride a slow-motion masterpiece. His eyes gleamed with intensity, his armor caught the light just right, and the city trembled at his presence.
He whispered into his comms: “Phase one complete.”
Silence.
Then a voice crackled back:
“Ben... err I mean 'Blaze'… you’re on mute. Again.”
He’d been narrating dramatically to himself for the past ten minutes. The team was three blocks ahead.
Undeterred, he burst through the flames, eyes blazing, every muscle sculpted for vengeance. Civilians scattered, whispers of “the Blaze Runner” echoing down alleyways.
He struck a pose, sword gleaming, ready to face his destiny—
—until a small dog latched onto his leg and wouldn’t let go.
Turns out, he’d rolled through the wrong barbecue joint mid-parkour. Smelled like brisket and randy poodle for hours.
tick tock
tick tock
tick
tock
repent
repent
time won't stand still
you'll be late
you're always late
you need to change
you need to repent
follow the law
that follows the hands
that follow time
tick tock
pish posh
it doesn't matter
it's only time
and since
as i hear
it's in limited supply
i think
today
i'll find some
i'll find some time
to waste
to smell the air
to enjoy the breeze
to watch a minute tick by
in slow seconds
i'll watch the hands
tick
tick
tock.