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Ordinarily I'm pretty good at photographing wildlife without spooking it, but I had my dog with me, and these little moose were having none of it.
The skateboard parts: The Tensor truck and Mini Logo wheels.
The MacroMondays 18/06/18 theme: "Transportation".
whilst taping up my living room windows to start decorating, i decided to use the paper to write some irregular portuguese verbs on so i could get familiar with them. they're not easy as they obviosly defy the rules of the patterns i've become familiar with so i have to learn them parrot fashion. i thought it would be a good way to add practice whilst i'm decorating the front room
SKIN : STRAYDOG - VIEGO EVOX
GET YOUR @
MANHOOD maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Manhood/
HAIRBASE - VOLKSTONE - CALVIN HAIRBASE
GET YOUR @
ALPHA EVENT : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hutter/249/36/999
This geometric abstract comes from a very mundane setting: the Glendale Galleria. I snapped a photo looking down the length of the shopping center's ceiling, which has a series of staggered arches. I cloned out a few ceiling lights and color-shifted the image to achieve this pale blue-lilac hue.
hey you.
yes i do mean you. i am not talking to the other people who have read or will read this. i am talking to you. now. except it isn't now, for me or you. it's my future. and you are experiencing all three tenses in these moments, as long as you don't reach the end of this text. which you will. which is why it's you i'm talking to. it's not really your present, because you read hey you a few seconds ago, and the moment has passed, just as the moment when you read read, as in that read. or the most recent read. by which i mean this read, which hadn't even happened when i wrote the most recent read. Except this has all happened already for me, i read this as i wrote it. oh look, read again. and again just now. only just. and now? now it's long gone.
Class50 50017 Royal Oak heads away from Colwall towards Hereford on 12-6-88
The working is the 1B31 1345 London Paddington to Hereford service.
The black and white half timbered house appeared in GWR publicity material. In 1988 it still appeared to be lived in. Today it still stands and is within the grounds of a school and unoccupied. The view has gone as well and is now just an avenue of trees. Sad really!
35mm negative processed by myself and taken with an Olympus OM1.
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... of the final content of the "Paris-Agreement" as a result of the 2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference in Paris.
Will it really be more than words on a piece of paper ... ?
Striped trio of Plains Zebras / Steppenzebras (Equus quagga)
Tarangire N.P., Tanzania, Africa
Imagine not having a computer. This is OLD. It was given to me in 1965 by the maker, who was studying to be an engineer at the time. It looks better here than in real life. Brighter, more distinct--highlighting how intricate and painstakingly crafted this is.
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The perfume of your body dulls my sense.
I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone
Suffices. In this moment rare and tense
I worship at your breast. The flower is blown,
The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,
The yellow heart is radiant now with dew
Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South;
O flower of love! I give myself to you.
Uncovered on your couch of figured green,
Here let us linger indivisible.
The portals of your sanctuary unseen
Receive my offering, yielding unto me.
Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!
The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute
Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,
While we lie loving, passionate and mute.
by Claude McKay