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40 Awesome Images To Kill Time Faster Than John Wick

Fun photos for your pleasure to kill the weekday as quick is as possible. We know the weeks are long that's why we are always supplying you with pics...

My paradise by Aurélien BERNARD / 500px

A Brilliant Sunrise

Jeez.. It's been close to 2 years since I last posted here. Hope all my friends are doing good! If all goes well, I'll be heading to Banff NP and Glacier NP in a couple of months... Let's hope we encounter some good light!!! Pulled this from the archive just to get myself psyched! I have been enjoying all your work here. Keep up the good work fellas!

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“Une forêt qui pleure la fin de l’été des larmes qui tombent feuilles à feuilles Un matin jonché de taches de rousseur”

Acadia National Park, Maine

This shows the area between Mount Desert Island and the mainland looking east just before sunrise in Acadia National Park, Maine. Image is best when viewed large. NOTE: All images are Copyrighted by Greg A. Hartford. No rights to use are given or implied to the viewer. All rights of ownership and use remain with the copyright owner.

Si mi boca fuera pluma...: Fotos

Un poco de todo lo que me gusta y, de una manera u otra, me provoca sensaciones.

The Rumps, Cornwall. Photographer Russell Pike, Exeter.

This is the winner of the Landscape and Heritage category and the overall winner for the South West Coast Path Photographic Competition 2010.


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Saludo demiurgo dentro del receptáculo

Saludo demiurgo dentro del receptáculo como la clausura escalofriante del mármol adjetivado, luna del desvarío y del sueño nunca hablado, un lenguaje herido pronunciado en la piedra. No te entiendo, nunca te entendí lo del caballo desbocado en el estanque ni lo del granizo de la vida, o del corazón de la lluvia desdeñosa y de todo lo que es agosto es de la corneja del estaño claro, y la almohada que besa el impecable recuerdo y el falo humeante de la insólita eternidad. No te entiendo, nunca…