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Walking along the river Lea we spotted what looked like condensation coming off the top of one of the buildings in Canary Wharf, London. It almost looked like the building was "scraping" the clouds as they swam by in the sky. The photograph doesn't do the moment justice, sadly, but at least it captures the feeling of what we saw somewhat.
Arista EDU Ultra 100 (120) shot on Agfa Isolette L, 6x6 format.
Developed 25 minutes in Caffenol CL:
9.5g washing soda
6.1g vitamin C
5g iodized salt
24.2g instant coffee
600mL water
Inversions @ first 30 seconds, 2, 4, 8, 16 minutes
Ilford Fixer
Scanned on Epson V600 @ 3200dpi
This RAF van sat there abandoned and obviously broken for a few years, but got dismantled and scraped eventually.
Tastak-2, Almaty, KZ
As I scraped the ice off my windshield this morning, I spotted the bright orange flowers that hang from my rear view mirror and sighed a wish for warmer days.
A long bolt of lightning finally figures out it needs to hit ground, but not before taking the long way from the sky! Shot on the Bethany Road extension on the far west side of DeKalb, IL.
this game camera is set up on a 'scrape' which is that little piece of open ground between the turkey and doe....you can look in up but this is where deer mark their scent during rut. Bucks will paw and urinate on the ground, they will be located with a branch above for them to rub the facial glands in order to leave their scent as well.
Incident 19 Aug 2020 at LAX landed with left-hand side landing gear not fully extended, causing the aircrafts left-hand engine to scrape along the runway
returned to service 15 Sep 2020
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
[Pre-Chorus 1]
(Help me...)
I broke apart my insides
(Help me...)
I've got no soul to sell
(Help me...)
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
[Chorus]
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
[Verse 2]
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
[Pre-Chorus 2]
(Help me...)
You tear down my reason
(Help me...)
It's your sex I can smell
(Help me...)
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else
[Chorus]
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
[Outro]
Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey
Inside your hive
You are the reason
I stay alive
~NIN
Song: Closer
RML 2635 in Whitehall almost opposite Horse Guards on 15 November 1982. Given the architectural significance of the self supporting roof of Stockwell Garage, the bus is displaying the sort of roof damage normally associated with low roof girders. The front dome looks to have been repeatedly scraped and the offside of the rear dome looks to have taken quite a bashing.
The house I live in is a little over a century old. Built by my great grandparents back in the day. The staircase to the second floor has a white wall-to-wall carpet that dates back a few decades. The carpet was well glued to the stairs, but it was also on it's last leg as it had started to fall apart here and there so earlier today I took this scrape and began removing the old carpet.
I went out to get milk and came across this Bald Eagle sitting in a field overlooking a carcass.
I have to go out for milk more often.
You might notice that oak branch that spreads to the ground in a lot of my buck photos this fall. There is a scrape there that a half-dozen bucks are using. Blackie hears another buck approaching. Activity has slowed recently.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
Truly a hallelujah moment... after a day of drizzle turning into torrential rain, and another of mostly grey nothingyness, the weather was feeling far too British. And, then, magically, marvellously, the sun broke through, casting a luscious late afternoon honeyed glow over the city, making my spirits soar.