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A broken heart and a cast
A couple that lived the blast
Defined by those three terms
So mean
To get it easy
& run fast
My dream has lived the nightmare
It took my eyes and gaze to stare
Do you think that’s even fair?
So lame
To hurt me
Yet, you dare
Standing alone behind the fence
I couldn’t even stand a chance
That’s my miserable stance
So lost
Being the ghost
beside past tense
[] HaMeD!caL []
580 EX II with beauty dish from left-upper side
580 EX II with strip from behind
bare 480 EX II behind, flashing directly the head
Now THIS is a bit different than my usual posts!
I found the shed of a spider hanging out on one of my beggartick (Bidens spp.) plants today! Your guess is as good as mine on a species. My gut would say lynx spider due to the sheer presence, but the abdomen shape is all wrong.
I gotta say, I don't think I've ever seen a molt in the wild before. When I was a child, the library in my hometown had a tarantula that the staff would bring out occasionally for exhibition. One time, they showed us the molt right after she shed, and taught us about their lifecycle. Super cool, and probably the only other time I've ever seen one of these! This one is SUBSTANTIALLY smaller, luckily, but still a nice find. If anyone has any guesses, I'm all ears!
This shot was captured at 1:1 using my Vivitar (Komine) 90mm f2.8 Macro. This photo is uncropped. This husk formerly known as a spider was small, around 2-4mm or so.
Yellow Classic Ikarus rolling near Zádorfalva almost two years ago, with the midday SzuhafÅ‘ - Berente, bányagépjavÃtó run.
This bus has been withdrawn from service in May, 2022.
The family that lived here was deported back to Germany in October 2003, leaving everything behind. It's clear to see that they meant to return, but eighteen years later, nothing has moved an inch. There are children's drawings on the fridge, and contents inside it. There's are books on the shelves, videos beside them, toys and ordinary mementos. Paperwork, legal documents. personal information, business records. Car in the garage, van in the carport. Clothes in the closets, sheets on the beds. Every appliance, object, tool or utensil that made up everyday life remains. These rooms are a perfect time capsule of 2003, with not a single hint that time has passed. It's a disconcerting visit to make, because I remember that year eerily well. This desk could be a portrait of my own memories without much imagination, the way it was when I was sixteen. That old CRT monitor, speakers, joystick, and camcorder. All obsolete, like most modern things left for two decades. There's an acidic scent in the air, mold and rot setting in, a couple new leaks in the roof. The skin is peeling back on a perfect past, tense as the time we've lost.
July 9, 2021
Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia
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