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The Scream
In the garden we like to think and dream.
That silence can be attained and our mind we can clean.
If only we could see what the plants think of this theme.
As we walk across where their homes have been.
Would they invite us in or scream.
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A side Perspective photograph of a flowers leaves on wood. Mirrored
‘Autistic’ macro photo shoot session.
One of the last photos of this lens before it fell and locked the aperture and focus adjustment. The newly purchased Panagor teleconverter (a revelation, adjustable ZOOM) turned out to be C/Y in the mount, and the lens has an O/OM mount and by manually holding it we could test the macro capabilities. What could go wrong? It happened and the teleconverter and the Kiron fell out of my hand....
My little love was yawwwing during my shooting session but for me it's more like she is screaming and preparing to hit someone like a snake
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A dominant, massive, Roosevelt's bull bugling warnings to all of the many of the satellite bulls in the area. I watched this bull lose his harem one day and several days later regain it, but with fewer points in his antlers, and he could afford to lose a few (lol)!
Wenn das böse aus dem Fernseher aus bricht, um dich mit in sein Reich zu nehmen
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When the evil breaks out of the TV and brings you into his kingdom
The eagle isn't screaming quite as loudly as it once was as seen on this Mo-Pac wide vision caboose in downtown Beecher, Illinois on UP's former C&EI/Mo-Pac-L&N Villa Grove Subdivision.
The crested screamer is the most common of the three living species of Anhimidae, a family that belongs to the order of Anseriformes—although it doesn’t look like it—just like ducks and geese.
The image was created from two iphone shots, both taken with the hipstamatic app using different lens/film combos. I blended both images together in superimpose. I then edited in snapseed and scratchcam to achieve the final result. The background was taken in London near Piccadilly circus and the foreground was taken in speakers corner, hyde park. I was trying to create an image that spoke of futility and rage against the world and thought these two images worked to that final effect.
CSX local L412 screams north out of Bowling Green with a slug set, CW44AH, and an MP15T. They will stop in a few miles to work Bristow Yard.
Reasonably happy how this shot came out from yesterday's trip out with the K3.
Pentax K-3
Sigma 150-500mm
Aperture ƒ/9.0
Focal length 500.0 mm
Shutter 1/320
ISO 1600
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Je viens d'un monde pur, issu d'un seul et même langage universel, un monde qui n'est pas intéressé, dans lequel il n'y a pas de compétition, ni de désir de pouvoir, hormis celui de pouvoir être ce qu'il est.
Un monde où l'amour n'a pas de frontières, où seul l'équilibre conduit à sa splendeur, un monde éperdument pur de générosité et de liberté.
Un monde qui sommeille à l'automne en se nacrant des plus chaudes couleurs d'abandon, celles qui crépitent ardemment dans les cheminées dès que les températures commencent à descendre, envers les premiers froids, lorsqu'ils s'imposent, sous les lueurs roses et bleues des gelures matinales, quand vient l'hiver, et la douceur caressante de sa neige qui permet d'absorber toutes les résonances, quand il étend sa couverture d'argent, et qu'ensuite, quand du sommeil figé et profond jaillit, dès les premiers rayons du printemps, quand il arrive à s'imposer, à faire exploser en de multiples et variables combinaisons possibles, en teintes, couleurs et parfums, dans une conjugaison de giboulées et de bourrasques, dans les couleurs de l'arc en ciel, ce monde qui semble vouloir finir par s'enflammer, s'embrase finalement sous les vents d'été, sous les torpides heures méridionales, quand le solstice atteint son apogée. Et quand l'été décline, alors de ses cendres, il parvient miraculeusement à renaître.
Karro Lean
A CN ore train passes by searchlights near Ramshaw Minnesota with 2 IC SD40-2's, CN SD40u, and a BLE SD40T-2
IC Photo of Aerilin Volkova
What I feel lately is 50 shades of hate me
And I can't seem to break free
I don't like what I'm feelin' maybe
My self-medicating
At the point of breaking
I'm not sure if you're relating
I just need to feel like I'm the one worth saving
You lift me up in times when I wanna die
Intoxicated by your magic spellz you weave all the time
You bring me down every time I feel alive
I'm trying, I'm living I'm dying this minute
You bring me up and take me down
Life smacks the face I hold my ground
Another day to sing this song aloud
I wonder can they hear me screaming
Switch it now, change the day and take whatever comes my way I gotta
Say that this magical spell is heaven or hell when it
Plays it can lighten or darken up your day push it away
You lift me up in times when I wanna die
Intoxicated by your magic spellz you weave all the time
You bring me down every time I feel alive
I'm trying, I'm living I'm dying this minute
I try to live but they want me to cease to be
I'm shedding skin cutting teeth and becoming me...
Finger pointed shaming an everybody blaming
What if I leave escaping
This I know it'll be here waiting
Anticipating
My downfall on the daily
But you give all that you gave me
And it saved me and it saved me and it saved me
You lift me up in times when I wanna die
Intoxicated by your magic spellz you weave all the time
You bring me down every time I feel alive
I'm trying, I'm living I'm dying this minute
Songwriters: Jamie Spaniolo / Paul Methric
Reykjavik, Iceland
I'm not sure what the artist is saying with this piece, but it's hard to ignore. For me the cross is a symbol of hope. The cross overcomes the fear on the face.
With the sun just beginning to make an appearance 6 Utah Railway SD40s screaming for all their worth cross beneath you on Emma park Road as they continue their assault on Soldier Summit. These EMD motors sound incredible in Run 8. The head end was 4 MK5000s and a lone SD40 but didn't sound nearly as good as this 6-pack. Oh for a time machine.