VINTAGE TWO STROKE ROAD MOTORCYCLES
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I love black because it affirms, designs, and styles. A woman in a black dress is a pencil stroke. - Yves Saint Laurent
Photo taken at Naturally Naughty Studios.
By itself, fast flowing water isn't very interesting but when you go a little crazy with the sliders, the brush stokes come out along with colors, and reflections. Happy Sliders Sunday!
A young man whooshes by on his motorbike at about half the speed of sound ....while an older guy....walking slowly by the road at a snail's pace with his camera ....instinctively clicks the moment . We were moving at very different speeds ....but each of us had found a way to enjoy the freshness and mist of a beautiful summer morning at our own pace ...and in a way that made us happiest .. As the saying goes " different strokes for different folks " .........
Thanks for the visit :-)
It was a lovely day so I went for a walk with my camera round my golf course.
this is a view looking back up the 2nd hole, which is rated the hardest on the course.
I was getting some really stange looks from fellow members who thought it was odd that I didn't have my clubs.
A truly magical evening at White Sands National Park in New Mexico. I made it out to a tall dune to watch the setting sun disappear over the mountain range in the distance. It was a pinch me moment. The landscape turned into a painting before my eyes.
Revelation 13:3 “And I saw one of his heads as though it had been smitten unto death; and his death-stroke was healed: and the whole earth wondered after the beast.”
I wish I could say the finch wept for me alone
from his linden branch, but he sang for the whole
neighborhood, as twilight rose on his Addio L' Amore
for some fickle Violetta gone nest hopping,
a lament so rending each trill seemed
to shatter his glass heart and the baritones
along the quay fell silent,
and whatever jubilation normally erupts never did,
not while the finch grieved and the sky filled
with pinpricks of light. I wish I could have stroked
his chest, his twin, stuttering lungs, and consoled all
who listened on our stumps and lonely boles,
remembering our own farewells to love: dark eyes,
sleek feathers, sweet wine of those who peck us blind
and flutter off. So sing, little Rodolfo, sad
Chansonnier, and let us cry with you in fellowship,
and let us cry for our mutual folly, for love which
evaporates, for passion which devours us, for
emptiness, yes, warble a note or two for the pouring
out of ourselves into others, for this dusk which
has turned the streets vermilion, for this cafe
lighting itself against the night.
--Miguel de O
I didn't take many shots last year, but I have a few that I need to upload, so bear with me. Most are just random nature shots that I want to keep a record of.
Technically, not the best photo, but there is something I really love about this one.
Taken from the house we stayed in on Skye.
Looking towards the distinctive flat-topped summit of Dun Caan (Dun Cana), the highest hill on the Isle of Raasay and a wonderful viewpoint. The story goes that when walking to the summit, you will pass by Loch na Man (Lake of the Woman) where legend has an Each-uisge or Kelpie resides. Kelpies are supernatural horses. They trick people into stroking them and drag their helpless victims into the cold depths of their watery homes.
I was inspired by the Pantone's color of the year for 2020 (classic blue) but intentionally went down to find the deepest blue with contrast to complementary yellow. My beloved model and second beloved hairdryer helper arrange this composition as you can see in the making of...
Enjoy the colorful week! :)
#W07-IntentionalColorPalette
Feel the caress of the air
Stroke the branches, very bare
Feel them spread, open wide
Wetness drips from inside
Falling down upon the floor
That swallows it all and asks for more
Of the nectar from the swollen skin
As the air, gently strokes within
Wetness that soaks the rock hard ground
That shakes and rises until its found
Invading the wet skin, sinking inside
The branches soaked and open, so wide
I've chosen two photos today: on the first one you can see Merlin posing perfectly for the photographer and on the second, a few seconds later, Merlin asking to be stroked.
Happy Caturday to all my Flickr's friends!
For the Happy Caturday theme: "Memories of 2024"
LACPIXEL - 2024
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Challenge # 189 ~ The Award Tree
A very Happy New Year 2020 to you all; here's to another year of Flickr creativity! Many thanks for all your comments and awards throughout the past year - they are very much appreciated!
More weather, more crashing waves. The uncontrollable violence that nature can inflict is sometimes impressive. In this case, the energy transferred by the water pulverizing the shoreline rocks, makes one step back in awe.
This is also why I chose a longer view. But, when attempting to capture this, the balance was off. So, that lone bird helps the structure of the image, and completes the weighting of the shot. A complete and total stroke of luck.
This one reminds me of a painting, with all the brush strokes of colors creating the sunset.
Hoping everyone is warm, safe and healthy in this neat week ahead. Looking forward to see your pictures.
The midnight hour many would say is the reboot of life, what was a bad day is now the hope of a new day, each day is a celebration of a new hopes to make the world a better place by starting with me.