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When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed?
Get a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Is it something so good just can't function no more?
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
When I look back on my life, I see pain, mistakes and heart ache, when I look in the mirror I see strength, learned lessons and pride in myself
7DWF : Crazy Tuesday Theme 08/08/2017 "Yellow & Black"
Thanks to everyone who takes the time to view, comment, and fave my photos.
When winter comes
When life is frozen
When the moors they hide away under the snow
Fingers of doom
Will clutch the chosen
All beasts will shiver, from the lion to the crow
When winter comes
When times are starkest
When the wailing of the wolves fades with the sun
The wilds are numb
The days are darkest
The fates of many cease to rest on
Walls will not hold the winter
Over and under crawl
Walls will not hold the winter
All in the way will fall
When winter comes
When thrones are idol
When the brave they cower under eyes of blue
The rising roar
The endless cycle
Turns the darkest myths of yesterday to truth
Still in holidays with my family but I hope you guys had an amazing start into 2017! Best wishes for all of you! <333
Profilepic for Mr. Badass Hugin *___*
When I was a child.....baseball was the sport played in our backyard in New Jersey. I have three brothers and six sisters so we pretty much had our own family team. Now, just a few years later, baseball still rules with my own kids!
#HMM #wheniwasachild #macromondays
"All I do is sit and cry
When the ev'nin' train goes by
I heard that lonesome whistle blow"
(Hank Williams, "(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle")
The rain-forest around Franklin River on Tasmania's west coast ... with a touch of ICM.
I always stop here on my way to the west coast - holds a special place for me. The first time was when I was 11 years old. On this trip I took my youngest son Ellis, who is 11, so it was quite magical.
When I opened this RAW file it was a black blob with a blue wing and red eye. My goal was to build a work flow that would get more detail and never planned to post it due to the background. Any critique you have, I would love to here it.
Quando ho aperto questo file RAW era un blob nero con un'ala blu e un occhio rosso. Il mio obiettivo era quello di creare un flusso di lavoro che avrebbe ottenuto maggiori dettagli e mai pianificato di postarlo a causa dello sfondo. Qualsiasi critica hai, mi piacerebbe qui.
This was captured in the back yard at 21 foot cropped from 6720x4480 to 4574x3049
See large www.flickr.com/photos/bronosefoetoes/27398775477/sizes/o/
This raccoon seems to be enjoying a good scratch. I found the image while going through the archives. It brought a smile so I decided to share it with my Flickr friends. Hopefully, it will bring you a smile, too.
When someone is inspired to create a Poem, he/she is uplifted!!
When someone is uplifted, he/she is temporarily found in a very original, private, personal world of Beauty (or not…), inspiration, and refinement, extreme pleasure (or not…). He/she feels strong emotions and sensations, while creating his/her poem; a huge creativity!!
Poetry in Nature is the creation of Mother Nature’s upliftment!! Which creates enchantment, creativity and inspiration in certain humans..
Lake Genval in Autumn is a Pure Poetry!
When you go out past Kilchoan, towards Sanna on the most westerly edge of Ardnamurchan you enter a very remote, dark and barren land of mountain, moor and bog. The volcanic rock is largely black, but everywhere the dark rock split with patches of white where white quartz has bled through the molten rocks. Seeing this prompted me to look for mountain hares in their winter garb. After all the landscape would appear to be ideal habitat for them, although a large eagle population might cull their numbers. Yet, I haven't seen one so far (this is an old picture from Manchester days). There are some over towards the east in the Cairngorms ( I last saw one near Glendoebeg) but none I am aware of in Ardnamurchan. I wonder if they could be re-introduced in Ardnamurchan?
When a bird perches 20 feet away...
Brazos Bend State Park, Texas
Thanks so much for your visits and comments.
When I open my photostream (especially the recent photos), I see the main theme "World of animals": squirrels, owl, autumn cats... 🐈🐈😁
That's why I deсided to upload the autumn landscape. This beauty was just a few days ago, now everything has changed: 50 shades of grey and even squirrels turned grey... And temperature drop coming with sleet... I don't like this kind of weather and this period of year. And I'm now in a sleeping mode. 🐻🐻🐻
For cat lovers 🐈🐈
I have some more photos of my "autumn cats" and I'll upload them soon. 😊
Many thanks to everyone for your visit, comments and faves! Much appreciated! 🌻
Have a wonderful weekend! 🍂🌼🍁
(See you next time...on Monday)
2018. #Autumn #Finland #Fall #AutumnLeaves #Landscape
Please do NOT POST awards pictures, group banners or sparkling icons in my photostream, thanks!!!
Coldplay - Christmas Lights ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬
Christmas night, another fight
Tears we cried a flood
Got all kinds of poison in
Poison in my blood
I took my feet
To Oxford Street
Trying to right a wrong
Just walk away
Those windows say
But I can't believe she's gone
When you're still waiting for the snow to fall
Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all
Up above candles on air flicker
Oh they flicker and they float
But I'm up here holding on
To all those chandeliers of hope
Like some drunken Elvis singing
I go singing out of tune
Saying how I always loved you darling
And I always will
Oh when you're still waiting for the snow to fall
Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all . . .
Pic taken at The Keys SL
With most shortlines generally operating on weekdays, I had to take advantage of an entire Wednesday off work yesterday. Initially I had planned to head east to Delaware on good authority that ESPN would run a blue and yellow trio out of Wilsmere, but when I punched this into the GPS I must've had a brainfart of some sort, as it began taking me west towards the MMID. By the time I noticed my mistake I was already half way to Union Bridge, so turning around would've been of a low mental standard. Instead I caught up to UBHF at Thurmont, where I was very pleasantly surprised to see a lashup of three flared 40's and a pair of oldies in tow, lined up with the 2060 facing east for the return. After a westbound chase to Highfield, I set up in Sabillasville after scoping out all the possible eastbound angles and settled for this winner. A nerve-wracking two hours later, and surely not long before the shadows consumed the ROW, the screaming dynamics of the MMID quintet could be heard roaring down the mountain, and a scene for the ages was converted into pixels.
When the streetlight fades.These pictures slowly fade.Memories wither, they are all gone.You haunt me in my dreams.
I let go and fall deeper.
Another time, the same bridge,
should be viewed with previous and next one in photostream,
looks a little bit better at night hours
Things are as ever slowly changing..
My illness that is now being treated with double beta blockers is not yet responding well and some of my ordinary PVCs have changed to interpolated PVCs which can eventually lead to Cardiomyopathy with severe and chronic anxiety being the root cause.
I don’t have control over my anxiety and Flickr is just one thing I can leave off at least. I have had some lovely mails asking me to just take a break then come back and believe me they are so heartwarming and mean more than you will ever know.
The place I am at now is to still leave my account open as it is paid up until April 2024. Comments for new photos are turned off and shall remain off as I am too unwell to leave comments as they take me ages to formulate and I get so tired and stressed.
I intend flooding my Flickr account with photos from my two previous Flickr accounts as I get a better idea of whether I myself consider them worthy of uploading to my new online account with a couple of online accounts instead of mixed with thousands of other photos on my PC
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I shall hopefully start to fave but not be commenting on photos on Flickr as I not well enough to at the moment but I haven’t given up on getting better although I am unsure how…
I wish everyone well and am still browsing all your wonderful inspirational photography !
Sue
when the loving, the tender, eat a crust, while the infamous sit at banquets :-)
Robert Ingersoll, A Lay Sermon
HBW!!HGGT!!
RESIST!! IMPEACH!!!
dahlia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfaC-I8uCjs
by Jeff Lynne's ELO
Thank you for all the views, faves, and comments.
When getting in Hoher Kasten I saw from the lift this beautiful hill. What there within this little house?
When we grew up, images were telling stories and showing them. Now they’re all into selling. They’ve changed under our very eyes. They don’t even know how to do it anymore. They’ve plain forgotten. Images are selling out the world. And at a big discount :-)
Wim Wenders
HBW!! and this quote is from well prior to the introduction of AI
echinacea, coneflowers, 'Double Scoop Raspberry Deluxe', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
When Tofu was sick he had to stay indoors for weeks but the weather wasn't great at the time anyway. Now it is sunny and he is allowed to go out again and stalk THE BIRDS. Tofu is happy but I'm pretty sure that his feathered friends don't share his enthusiasm.
When dawn breaks in my part of the Welsh countryside the lanes are free of traffic, the sun begins to rise lighting up the sky and bird song fills the air. The cries of a Red Kite hovering above a field hoping a mouse will make a mad dash for the safety of a hedgerow. The rustling of grass blowing gently in the breeze, the crispness of the Autumn air, oh what a time to be alive and take in the wonders that surround us!
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
f/5.6
1/1000 sec
57 mm
ISO 100
Dedicated to RHC (ILYWAMHASAM)