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When you look in the mirror and you see an image, in your mind, of faultless femininity where the outfit, make up and hair all work together, an air of happiness, contentment, calm and relaxation descends and envelops you and you wish that this was the way you were born and the way you could present yourself to the world everyday. x
A cold shiver descended my spine as this big lass gave me the "evil eye".
Martial Eagles are powerful predators capable of taking small antelope and subadult baboons though much of their diet comprises of Guineafowl, Francolins, Hares, Bush Hyrax and Mongoose.
Here she is surveying her domain: www.flickr.com/photos/rainbirder/7167791804/in/photostream/
Image taken in the Masai Mara, Kenya.
Framed by a friend.
When the sunshine comes
Its rays they seem to talk to me
When the sunshine comes
The sunny days shine on to set me free
sorry my stream is fillllllled with golden hour silhouette cliche crap. i haven't taken anything decent lately and im just recycling old stuff on photoshop. i miss playing with my softball girls already ): ):
Clouds appear white because the water droplets inside them reflect sunlight.
When it's about to rain, clouds darken because the water vapor clumps together into raindrops, leaving larger spaces between drops of water
LUTHERIA SALVERYN, THE RIMEHERALD.
(Winter Wipeout, Pt. 4)
This is my fourth entry into the Winter Wipeout contest hosted by @haon.brx over on Instagram! The theme for this fourth week was "Snow Mages." My entry is an Aasimar Evocation Wizard who specializes in spells that deal cold damage. She wields the powerful and mysterious Staff of the Snow Globe, said to be filled with magic from another realm, far in the future. Lutheria is an incredibly accomplished mage and alchemist known as the "Rimeherald," being incredibly capable of condensing the air and moisture around her into frost, and employing it to devastating effects. It's said that often when she leaves a room, a small trail of snowflakes flutter in the air behind the sweeping train of her robes. At her side is her trusty familiar, Frostbeak, the snowy owl, and "Zero," her ice elemental myrmidon, bound to a magical suit of armor.
As mentioned in the first post, there's a bit of story and lore wrapped in the form of some poetry/lyrics, so read on if you're curious!
"It's said if you listen to the winter winds howl,
You'll hear the spirits of those from the past
If through those winds you see soaring, a white owl
The spirits may answer to the spell that is cast.
Magic at the will of the snow mage most true—
The Rimeherald, a legend, a myth amongst folk—
Which beckons lost souls like a warm igloo
In the blizzard unceasing, her staff does evoke.
This famed one lent power when malice was roused
And the people relinquished all hope for salvation
When time came to locate the quarry, she dowsed
Her trail of snow pointed toward liberation.
Armed with her ice elemental myrmidon
Who bent to her will and protected her life
She pressed on til the darkness yielded to the dawn
And freed the Altairians from starvation and strife."
When Majorette took over the owners of the Portugese Novacar range of plastic diecasts they continued the line for a few more years as a budget alternative. When I received this kind charity shop found gift a few days ago I assumed it would say Novacar on the baseplate but instead Majorette.
Using plastic didn't diminish the crispness of this casting and probably explains why there are no paint chips even after all these years!
Trees in Old Stein cast mottled shadows onto Brighton Corporation No25, as it crosses North Street into St James, Brighton. Behind, a gaggle of Southdown buses add to the colourful scene.
41241 and 45212 climb Keighley Bank with the 14:45 Santa Special to Oxenhope. 19/12/2004. Taken when the Worth Valley Santas were double-headed, which they no longer are, sadly. They were quite a spectacle back in the day.
Most people really don't know how fat cells work, how the fat burning process takes place or where the fat goes when it's burned. It's actually quite a complex biochemical process, but I'll explain it as simply as possible.
When you "lose" body fat, the fat cell (also called an adipocyte) does not go anywhere or "move into the muscle cell to be burned. The fat cell itself, (unfortunately) stays right where it was - under the skin in your thighs, stomach, hips, arms, etc., and on top of the muscles - which is why you can't see muscle "definition" when your body fat is high.
The fat is not burned right there in the fat cell,it must be liberated from the fat cell.
Fat is stored inside the fat cell in the form of triglyceride. The fat is not burned right there in the fat cell, it must be liberated from the fat cell through somewhat complex hormonal/enzymatic pathways. When stimulated to do so, the fat cell simply releases its contents (triaglycerol) into the bloodstream as free fatty acids (FFA's), and they are transported through the blood to the tissues where the energy is needed.
A typical young male adult stores about 60,000 to 100,000 calories of energy in body fat cells. What triggers the release of all these stored fatty acids from the fat cell? Simple: When your body needs energy because you're consuming fewer calories than you are burning (an energy deficit), then your body releases hormones and enzymes that signal your fat cells to release your fat reserves instead of keeping them in storage. To know more visit www.yogagurusuneelsingh.com Pic by Vijay Gautam Monty
...but if a man bites a dog, that is news.
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shakhari bazaar
old dhaka
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People reading street wall pasted newspaper.
Press L, for large on dark background
If I remember correctly, aside of resizing, this is SOOC.
I love my Sonic.
Yeah, I named my camera Sonic, did I tell you guys that?
I feel like I did....anyway.
I tried to make a super cool shot for today but GIMP decided to be an ass and not work right, so... I just gave up and posted this instead. I took it toward the beginning of the month. This shot of the moon isn't as detailed as the other one I have where I'm hanging from the moon... I've noticed that when the moon is full you can't see the craters as easily as you can when it's only like a 3/4 moon.
Anyway,
I hope you guys like it.
When I get where I'm going
On the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly
.:KF:. Gil Pride Top/Skirt/Cover Undress me 4
Ink Empire - Pride Flowers Chest Tattoo
LeLUTKA Briannon Head 4.0
moonlight - Pride Collection Make-Up
RAMA.SALON - Nikkie Hair FATPACK
REBORN By eBODY V1.69.6
VELOUR: The "Ipanema Body" for eBody Reborn (Chocolate)
VOGLIA: "SLIPMAMI" Skin (EvoX) - VE CHOCOLATE
{U:Refind} Timely Earrings [Pride]
On my left is my very beautiful RL daughter Rochelle AKA missbitch93. For more info on what else she wears, head over to her profil. Thanks guys <3
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Blackgang Chine when Southern Vectis ran some preserved buses in service.
Roses grown in my own garden.
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When your hopes are fading and they can't be found
Dreams have left you waiting, friends have let you down
Just remember I love you
And it'll be alright
Just remember I love you
More than I can say
Maybe then your blues will fade away
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.” (GoT)
Sigiriya - The Lion Rock.
The story behind this is really fascinating, a true tale of "Game of Thrones", where a "bastard" son of the king murders the king for the throne.
Sigiriya - la fortezza roccia, è una vera storia di "Trono di Spade" dove un figlio "bastardo" del re, uccide il re per il trono.
When I scouted this mural on Sunday, I wondered at the client who would want their photo taken in front of a rat emerging from the mouth of a skull. It turns out, that client is myself. The ambience seemed just right for my para-military outfit and the way I felt a few hours into the latest plague. Apocalypse now!
Sweater, Banana Republic (consignment). Pants, Da Nang (consignment). Boots, Blondo. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Necklace, consignment. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff. Belt, thrifted.
another shot from the family home on the northern edge of Glasgow, looking out across town towards the snow-dusted Campsie Hills while the clouds were doing that breathtaking thing of fluttering past the hills, but lower than the peaks. The large mass of white behind the spire of Saint David's church there isn't snow, that's low cloud moving in bands along the flank of the hills. The photo, sadly, doesn't really do justice to how magnificent it looks when you actually see that happen, the wisps of cloud below the summit rather than above, drifting right along the range of the hills.
When I miss you
حينما أفكر بك..أفقد السيطرة على أقلامي..فتسترسل في الكتابة على أوردة دفاتري..دون كلل ولا ملل..
تتسابق مفرداتي أيها تنظم عبارة أجمل وأقوى..
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©2011 ~New-Afnan
Its after sunset on a cool fall evening at Clyman Jct, WI. i was here to catch one of the first runs of a train up from Jefferson Jct in many years on the almost abandoned and newly reopened Clyman Sub. The WWW18 didn't arrive till dark, and as the red home signals indicate, nothing else was running, so I focused on the area itself while I still had some light. Turns out this ended up the best shot I got with the old water treatment plant still standing as changes were eroding away at the signals, trackage & structures of this once busy Jct.
When the war came to the Antarion IV, the factories became a significant target for heavy bombers of the enemy faction. As a result, each factory was upgraded to defend itself and ultimately the factories on Antarion IV became as heavily armed as the war machines they produced.
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This microscale vignette was created for the Eurobricks Micro Sci-Fi contest.
I guess when you are in love, you are totally blind. You are in your own little care free world. I was contemplating whether to post this image and finally I 've decided to do so because it contains all the elements I want in an image. The story behind this image is this. I had set up my tripod with my camera on the beach waiting for the sun to go down. When these rocks started to turn golden color, I saw this couple walk in front of my POV. I supposed they saw me as well because I was just 20 yards away. I wasn't upset or anything about their "intrusion". However, I wanted to turn this situation around as I really had no time before everything turned dark. When the couple stopped right at the water line, I began to watch their every move trying to catch the right moment. I moved my set up several feet away to another location so that I could also capture the wave splashing against the rock. All this time, the couple did not realize I was training my camera on them. With a couple of experiment shots, I set the shutter speed to 0.4 sec just to give the waves a little silky appearance but not blurring the moving human figures in the mean time. When the girl started starring down toward the water in a shy way fully embraced by the guy from behind, I knew I had the shot. Afterward, I wanted to walk up to them and asked them whether they wanted to pose for a few more shots as a free gift to them for being my accidental models. But a fellow photographer from Stanford U interrupted me from behind. He asked me whether this couple were my models and that we knew each other. I said heck no and we started chitchatting about gear and even got into a conversation about Space X. By the time we finished, the couple had already disappeared and nowhere to be found. So there you have it. Love is blind.
Tiny white periwinkle along the ground. Same as in previous photo. Tried to get small drop in focus but never quite did.
Remainder of photos taken after the storm.
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I were special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
So fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
She's running out the door (run)
She's running out
She run, run, run, run,
Run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Do you know what a beautiful Russian girl is . . . Well, I never really fit in with the description. Crazy hair, chubby legs, deep-set eyes. I cried on the kitchen floor the entire night back in 2000 before attending a huge party for my best friend’s birthday. Every girl was in a beautiful gown, and I was in a faux black leather pantsuit & a white top. My mom always told me how I should change this and that and not say this & that. I was a conservative prude with 0 flirtation and communication skills. I could only give looks. The only place where my skirt was short was in school. Pushkin’s Tatyana was my detailed description at 17. Unconsciously I turned into my fav Russian classic poem character.
Anyway... you are you! Weird, strange, difficult , different. People always try to break, change, and force us to be someone we are not. I was that person at that particular time of my life for a specific reason. Or someone else could be someone else for their reason. Maybe one day I will become your kind of person. Or you will become mine at some other time.
There’s always that scene in my head (over two decades ago) when I promised a certain person to be at a certain place at a certain time. I came, and then I looked at him and realized that I couldn’t face him. So I just ran away! I didn’t apologize or say anything. Not something I would ever do. What was it? Shyness, fear, doubt . . . Carelessness . . . Age . . . When we are young, we have all the time in the world to make mistakes, to doubt, to fear. As time flies by, we barely have time to think. If I could rewind to that time (with me today), I would walk in smile, or laugh as if to say, “I might be a fool, but I’m so happy to be here.”
I love this song. It is so me as a young adult or teenager. That age is so pure in a way and innocent but I am so happy being here now my age today. It is such a relief not to get sensitive all the time, self conscious, upset over little things.
When it's a TGV.
SNCF service TGV7254 1325 Calais Ville to Paris Nord, with 'Regional Eurostar' power car 3311 leading on Tuesday 15th April 2014.
Taken from the Rue de la Mairie overbridge at Muncq-Nieurlet, south-east of Calais.
When I visited Ta Prohm in 2012, it was probably my favourite of all the temples I visited. The 2024 visit was a little different - more crowded, and more difficult to photograph this famous tree due to various barriers and a platform installed for influencer wannabees. But you work with what you have, so here's the 2024 version of "that tree".
Here's a link to my 2012 shot - www.flickr.com/photos/50406852@N08/6901337012/in/album-72....