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Doggystyle
Etiketter:
Biofoto
,
Insekt
,
Macro
,
Naturfoto
,
Norge
,
Norway
,
Parningsakt
,
Runde
,
Vilda djur
,
Wildlife
Home of the mumified animals
Följ med in i ödehuset där tiden bokstavligen har stannat.
Jag ber i förväg känsliga läsare att lämna sidan då bilderna som följer kan vara otäcka.
Jag aldrig förut stött på mumifierade/torkade djur, men i detta sällsamma hus fanns det flera.
Hur och varför de hamnat där förtäller inte historien..
Jag ber i förväg känsliga läsare att lämna sidan då bilderna som följer kan vara otäcka.
Jag aldrig förut stött på mumifierade/torkade djur, men i detta sällsamma hus fanns det flera.
Hur och varför de hamnat där förtäller inte historien..


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Black&White Weekend
Camera Critters
Etiketter:
Abandoned Places
,
Amfibier
,
Biofoto
,
Död
,
Macro
,
Mumifierad groda
,
Urban Exploration
,
Vilda djur
,
Ödehus
,
Övergivna platser
Let there be light..
Etiketter:
Biofoto
,
Black and White
,
Blommor
,
Macro
,
Natur
,
Naturfoto
,
Vit blåsippa
,
Värmland
The Window Of The Senses
Etiketter:
Black and White
,
Konstfoto
,
Macro
Seize Your Freedom
All Rights Reserved (C) Anna
In Autumn,
as in Spring,
the sap flows,
the sap wishes to race
against heartbeats
before the winter,
before the winter
buries us
in her usual shroud of ice
I turn to you
knowing that
unrequited love
is good
for poetry
Knowing that you are
afraid, fettered
to a life
you do not love
& so unfree
that freedom seems
more fearful even
than the familiar
business
of being
a grumbling slave.
I lived
that way
once,
& I know
that freedom
is its own reward,
that it propagates
itself
by means
of runners,
that nobody
gives it to you,
not even me
you must
seize it
with your own
shaking hands
& pluck
the strawberry
it bears
in the green
ungrumbling
Spring.
All Rights Reserved (C) Anna
Monday Poetry Train
as in Spring,
the sap flows,
the sap wishes to race
against heartbeats
before the winter,
before the winter
buries us
in her usual shroud of ice
I turn to you
knowing that
unrequited love
is good
for poetry
Knowing that you are
afraid, fettered
to a life
you do not love
& so unfree
that freedom seems
more fearful even
than the familiar
business
of being
a grumbling slave.
I lived
that way
once,
& I know
that freedom
is its own reward,
that it propagates
itself
by means
of runners,
that nobody
gives it to you,
not even me
you must
seize it
with your own
shaking hands
& pluck
the strawberry
it bears
in the green
ungrumbling
Spring.
All Rights Reserved (C) Anna
Monday Poetry Train
Konstig(t)
Photo By AnnaClick to enlarge the picture
She Could Be Just Like You
Inspiration och Kreativitet
Thematic Photographic: Summer 3.0
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The Starving Bumble-Bee
Thematic Photographic is hosted by WRITTEN INC
Thank You!
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This is my way of saying thanks for all the respond I get
David Mcmahon who runs Authorblog choose my post
for
Post of The Day
For me this is a great honour
So thanks again David!
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