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"I step outside and the chilly air tightens the skin on my bare arms. Summer has ended all too quickly, and some of the leaves on the trees have already started to burn with the colors of fall. Fall colors... so bright and intense and beautiful. It's like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary."
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Sailing boat, Marina Cannes, French Riviera, France.
A boat is a sailboat (pieces of fabric), propelled by the wind. Historically, the boat was the first conveyance medium and long distance. Sailboats carrying goods, passengers, mail. They were used for fishing at sea, military and naval battles.
From the Industrial Revolution of the nineteenth century sailing propulsion gradually disappears for utility transport replaced by steamships and motor boats. Today, utility transport and fishing boats remain only in the less industrially developed countries.
The yachts are used for recreational purposes: competitive sailing and boating.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.
~ Emily Dickinson ~
She leaned agaisnt his shoulder and felt his arm around her back tighten slightly pulling her closer that made her snuggle agaisnt him through their walk along the forest.
Silence was comfortable and they each probably had their own mind debates about certain things. Her head tilted to look up at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking about. He caught her looking at him and reached a hand to pinch her nose that made her scrunch it while rolling her eyes yet she was smiling slightly. He always enjoyed teasing her.
Their walk ended towards a clearing in the forest, shielded by tall trees and surrounded by dandelions. She caught some that escaped through the wind and blew it towards him before they settled into a bench for a little rest before it was time to return back home.
P.S. Happiest Birthday to my Forever. You leveled up! Thank you for being patient with me, putting up with my constant mood shifts and most of all never giving up on us. On your special day, I hope and wish that you will have a fulfilling year and accomplish everything you ever dreamed of. I will always be by your side to support you and cheer you on! I love you, always!
Winter tightens its grip as ice builds in the river. Haven't been around lately, hope to visit soon. Thanks for looking.
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Finally, an image I didn't have to add clouds to. More of southern Illinois country side.
Update on my stolen images. That person has been kicked out of flickr. I was happily surprised at how fast yahoo acted. Also, I've tighten my security on flickr and made it harder for anyone do download my images. Thanks for all the support I received form everyone.
When Judy tightened her eyes just ever slightly.
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The set about meeting the Judy the first time is on Nexus:
This was taken after a scramble up the cliffs with tripod to get a better viewpoint for this sweeping strata. Tighten up is a thought to myself , to not tighten up, when balanced on a tiny ledge, with the camera and tripod within an inch of falling 40 feet . Tighten up is by The Untouchables, and is a great reggae track
Exit the afternoon to give time to rain. All tightened step, either to leave or to seek shelter. At that time, I saw a cloud that the sun's rays glowed its top. I ran, not to protect me, but to perpetuate that unique moment, not caring if it was attacked by drops of water released from the sky. So me and the training aircraft of the Air Force Academy, we were eyewitnesses of this fantastic moment.-/-/-/Saia a tarde para dar vez à chuva. Todos apertavam o passo, seja para ir embora ou para procurar abrigo. Nessa hora, vi uma nuvem em que os raios de sol incandesciam seu topo. Corri, não para me proteger, mas para eternizar aquele momento ímpar, sem me importar se seria atacado pelas gotas de água lançadas do céu. Assim, eu e os aviões de treinamento da Academia da Força Aérea, fomos testemunhas oculares desse fantástico momento.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from May 2019. An apt title for a day where Bank of England interest rates have risen yet again. Take care my Flickr friends.
Positioned around a mile and a half from where we were staying, Tarn Hows is a picturesque Tarn which is visited by over half a million visitors who walk around it.
Our visit this time was an eye opener. As we approached, Marc became terrified. Only a couple of years ago, I pushed Marc around this tarn in his wheelchair and we enjoyed the nature of the landscape. It was quite a push in his manual wheelchair - though it is advertised as accessible, in truth, motorised scooters or wheelchair are needed.
As we approached and reached this point, there is a sharp downhill stretch of road bending around a hidden curve. Marc's grip on the seat at the side of me tightened and his knuckles turned white. "stop, stop, stop" he screamed!
I pulled over, but he did not relax. I managed a quick photo out of the car window, but headed back the way we came, with the terror left behind.
What triggered this reaction to somewhere we had been previously remains unknown. I know his condition is worsening and maybe it was the journey making him travel sick, maybe his poor eyesight is affecting him in a greater way, maybe he was having a seizure, and absence, right at that moment which sent him into a panic, maybe ...
sometimes we never find out the cause of a reaction like this, but we have a photograph, and as we look back at it now, he can laugh at his memory of my stopping the car and turning around.
From here, we went back to the village, and had some Grasmere Gingerbread. After a calmer wheel-walk around the village. Calm returned.
Have a lovely day everyone :-))
So now Storm Dennis is pretty much tightening its grip over the UK most of us (bar a small bonkers minority) are indoors, possibly pretending to be in the Caribbean, listening to 80s music and drinking Pina Colada.
Having said that I would love to try some stormy photography but last weekend I was ill and this weekends storm has come with lashings of rain which is just a bit too much. Perhaps I'll venture out tomorrow.
And talking of 80s music, nothing like this track from the gorgeous long hot summer of 1983 to make it feel like summer. And it is kind of related to photography.
At the end of a half mile walk through an ever narrowing canyon. The walls of rock rise to tower and lean in over you. Then as the path follows a bend in the rocks, the first sight of the treasury is spotted. Then as you walk out of the tightening canyon a wide amphitheatre opens out with the full glory of Petra in front.
As winter tightens its grip, much of the natural world takes a well deserved rest. But that doesn’t mean your walks will be devoid of life. In fact, there’s plenty to marvel at during Febuary..
In camera motion blur - produced quite accidentally when I hadn't tightened the ball head on my tripod properly. Almost straight out of the camera except for a slight exposure tweak.
Airbus A330 in tighten turn. Flight without passengers in Airshow , Torrejon Base, Madrid.
Giro acusado de un Airbus 330 de la compañía Air Europa. Vuelo sin pasajeros en una exhibición aérea en la Base de Torrejón, Madrid.
Se trataba del avión bautizado con el nombre "Vicente del Bosque".
Already "from the beginning/middle of September" the government wants to tighten the Corona rules for millions of German citizens "regardless of the incidence". "Throughout Germany", restaurant visits, hotel stays, indoor events and hairdresser visits will then only be possible for people with proof of vaccination, convalescence or testing. (...)
Not even with a negative test. For example, above a certain incidence and hospital occupancy rate, unvaccinated citizens should no longer be able to go to restaurants ("exclusion of unvaccinated persons from attending events and in restaurants").
The so-called "3G" rule, which allows vaccinated, recovered and tested persons to participate in social life, is then to become the "2G" rule. This means that only the vaccinated and those who have recovered will have access - the unvaccinated will be excluded, even if they have been tested. [BILD, 8/3/2021]
Tension tightens in lane ten of the ten pin bowling alley.
Shot for Our Daily Challenge :“Containing “Ten””
Quantum Fold III – Missed opportunity? - Chapter 3/8
K’hall studied the display, his jaw tightening as the cloaked figures continued their silent surveillance.
He tapped the comm panel. “Avhal, prepare the wide-range perimeter neurostatic pulse. We take them alive if possible.” His eyes remained fixed on the screen. “Wait until the one inside the dwelling emerges.”
“Understood,” Avhal replied.
The room fell quiet. Minutes crawled past. The lone figure at the edge of the woods never moved, maintaining its watch while its companion remained hidden inside the cabin.
Adrienne leaned forward uneasily. “It’s been in there a long time. Is there any chance that creature can access the underground bunker?”
“I do not believe so,” Bext replied. She adjusted the sensor filters again, trying to cut through the interference.
“My readings still place it within the structure itself. However,” she added with a frown, “I cannot determine what it is doing.”
The silence deepened.
Everyone stared at the display, waiting.
Then the heat signature on the woods suddenly shifted position.
“It’s moving,” K’hall said quietly.
On the screen, the second figure in the woods straightened as if it had received some silent signal.
Avhal’s voice crackled over the comm again, sharper this time.
“We have additional visitors moving through the woods.”
Everyone turned back to the display.
The image zoomed out from the lone cloaked figure standing watch at the tree line as two enormous heat signatures materialized behind it.
The watcher barely had time to react. It spun and bolted from its hiding place, but the massive shapes closed the distance in an instant. One seized the figure, and together they dragged the struggling creature into the darkness.
Shrieks erupted through the speakers. Wild howls answered from deeper within the forest.
Then all three heat signatures vanished.
K’hall, Bext, Adrienne, and Kayla stared at the screen in stunned disbelief.
Kayla slowly exhaled. “Well...” she said. “Scratch that one.”
The howls echoed again across the valley.
Suddenly, the second cloaked figure burst from the cabin.
It emerged in an uncoordinated run, frantic and disoriented, whipping its head from side to side as it searched desperately for an escape route.
“Avhal, activate the stun pulse,” K’hall ordered. “Let’s not allow this one to get taken as well.”
“Activating.”
The creature sprinted across the clearing in a strange loping gait, arms churning through the dirt as it raced toward the road.
There was a flash as the neurostatic pulse struck.
The creature's body locked rigid mid-stride. Momentum carried it forward. It pitched through the air, tumbling end over end before crashing hard onto the dirt road, where it lay motionless.
“Direct hit,” Avhal reported. “Target is down.”
K’hall rose from his chair.
“It’s down,” he said. “Let’s retrieve it before it recovers.”
Eerie howls drifted through the fog-shrouded woods. Whatever had taken the first intruder was still out there.
“Wait, look!” Avhal shouted.
Everyone's attention snapped back to the display.
Two more enormous heat signatures emerged from the fog-shrouded woods.
They moved with startling speed.
Before anyone could react, the massive creatures reached the stunned creature sprawled on the road. One seized its arms while the other grabbed its legs.
“Avhal, fire the neurostatic pulse!” K’hall barked.
“Firing!”
There was a flash as the weapon discharged.
Nothing happened.
The towering forms were not affected.
For a moment, stunned silence filled the room as they watched enormous creatures dragged the limp figure into the darkness accompanied by loud shrieks. An answering chorus of eerie howls echoed through the forest. Within seconds, all three heat signatures vanished.
“That is impossible.” K’hall stared at the screen in disbelief His fist slammed onto the table with a sharp crack. “We had it.”
The missed opportunity hung heavily in the room.
He turned toward the comm.
“Avhal, run a full diagnostic on the pulse array. I want verification of output levels, frequency modulation, containment field stability, everything.”
“Diagnostics already in progress,” Avhal replied. “Preliminary readings show the pulse fired within normal operational parameters.”
K’hall growled. “Then those creatures possess a resistance we have never encountered before and vanished into thin air.”
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You can view Quantum Fold series episodes in order from the beginning in the albums titled, "Quantum Fold I, II & III":
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You can view Quantum Fold II episodes in order from the beginning in the album titled, "Quantum Fold III":
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무릎이 바닥에 쓸린 체 (as my knees scrape the ground)
나답지 않은 말을 뱉어 (I speak words that aren’t like me)
Move me around as you please
With no second thought
Every time I try to walk away
You tighten your grip, make me stay
Every time I try to find myself
You feed delusions to my head
Oh, it's choking me
You got me on a leash
You’re just keeping me close
But never let me in
Oh, it's choking me
You got me on a leash
You’re just keeping me close
But never let me in
Cut it out, baby let me be
You know I cannot breath
Cut it out, won’t you set me free
I got nothing left in me
아픈 내 시간틈을 (between the gaps of my painful times)
알맞게 파고들어 (you dig in perfectly)
내가 듣고 싶어 하는 말들을 떠먹여서 (feeding me the words I wanted to hear)
사랑 같은걸 난 시작할 줄 알았어 (I thought I might start something like love)
그런 기대 따윈 오래가진 않았지만 (though that kind of hope didn’t last too long)
내 속을 뒤틀리는 노련함 (adeptness that twists my insides)
그걸 알고 쥐고 흔드는 너의 감각 (you know it well, you grip and shake)
천성인 걸까 아님 경험인 걸까 (Is it nature, or simply experience?)
Frankenstein loves to tinker with his hand tools! Here, he's tightening up some screws on a cute robot he created. His creations are only made of metal or 3D printed pieces though, as human parts are too hard to maintain he says. ;-)
Created for Hand Tools theme in HaPpY CrAzY Tuesday 😜
A few yard trimmers work the east bowl at the Belt Railway of Chicago's Clearing Yard, while a hump set works a cut in the far background.
Unfortunately, the weather was garbage for much of this trip, but it was still fun to visit a bunch of the vaunted Chicagoland hot spots.
This is created using a drawstring bag.
Tighten the opening to this wrinkled circular shape. I place a small torchlight to create the glow. Personally, this end result surprised me, I like it.
Earlier, my idea of using nuts, like walnuts or almonds, but I can't find any suitable and ended eating then, haha.
The only corner with a nicely centered, exposed screw on a defective hard disk drive. The remaining corner screws are either off-center and/or covered to discourage tampering.
Tighten up is by the Untouchables. It's a bit of a murky dank day and rain is forecast this afternoon, but the High browns were out in good numbers yesterday so I need to Tighten Up and go and see if they're flying on a wet day.
I arch across the ravenous red leather, spine bowed like a drawn violin, every breath tightening the satin along my hips until the room itself forgets how to exhale. The Cognitive Sabotage dress by small. does not merely follow the body — it studies it, anticipates it, then betrays it in the most delicious way. Its silhouette pours like liquid desire, clinging where restraint fails and releasing where temptation must breathe. A thigh revealed not by accident but by design; a neckline sculpted to frame the pulse at my throat as if it were part of the garment’s architecture. I do not wear it — I surrender to it.
The cut is a study in controlled surrender. From the front, a vision of molten elegance; from the side, a dangerous confession. Each movement sends subtle ripples through the fabric, the hem whispering against my skin like a secret meant only for those brave enough to come closer. Erotic not through excess, but through precision — the way a single exposed curve can eclipse an entire room.
Its PBR technology HUD is nothing short of alchemy. Satin blooms into an endless spectrum of color — crimson that smolders, obsidian that devours light, champagne that glows like skin warmed by candlefire. Transparencies graduate with surgical delicacy, dissolving modesty layer by layer until suggestion becomes more powerful than revelation. And when restraint loses the battle entirely, floral lacework emerges — intricate, luminous, shimmering with adjustable shine effects that catch the light like dew on forbidden petals. It is not customization; it is mood made tangible.
The name Cognitive Sabotage is no accident. In psychology, it describes the quiet betrayal of one’s own rational mind — the moment desire overrides judgment, when logic dissolves beneath impulse. This dress embodies that fracture. It interrupts thought, redirects attention, dismantles composure. Conversations falter. Eyes linger too long. Someone forgets what they were saying. Sabotage, indeed — but exquisitely so.
Rigged for Larax, PetiteX, Legacy, Perky, Bombshell, Reborn, Reborn Squish, Petiote, Waifu, and Numa bodies, it becomes less a garment and more a second skin tailored to the architecture of every siren who dares to wear it.
Historically, this lineage traces back to the bias-cut seductions of the 1930s — the scandalous liquid gowns of Madeleine Vionnet, the cinematic sirens of old Hollywood who understood that elegance and danger were never mutually exclusive. Jean Harlow reclining in silk. Rita Hayworth stepping from shadow into flame. Women who weaponized softness, who knew that allure is most potent when it appears effortless.
Here on this red leather throne of appetite, I feel their legacy humming through every seam. I am not simply dressed — I am remembered.
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As Yves Saint Laurent once said, “Fashion fades, style is eternal.”
And tonight, stretched across this scarlet horizon, I intend to be unforgettable.
View of Skadar (Shkodër) lake, taken from the Montenegro side across to the snowy Albanian Alps in early March from a very scenic but very narrow road, butt cheeks definitely tighten when there is a car coming from the opposite direction.