Feathered friends don't let feathered friends do meth.
That's better.
Gloom is beautiful.
Even as it clubs you over the head.
Soaking it all in.
Fine, Mr. Tree, we'll leave. But first --
-- what's behind door number two?
Breakout, from the burbs to the burg --
IT'S A BOMB RUN YOU FOOLS
Yep.
Know who else breaks stuff? Fred Durst. Be ashamed.
Okay, the sun ain't the worst thing around.
Are those two papaver somniferum pods? Just say Nancy.
In the shadow of our pale companion.
Verily, mine soule ys mordaunt.
Any shot you can ruin --
-- I can ruin better, or at least equally.
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"Watch out!", he barked.
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The gloom is beautiful.
Great pictures. :)
((Hugs))
Laura
I see you found my Fed Ex package delivered by highly trained and diligently considerate staff.
if, why don't you make like a tree, and get outta here.
laura, the "panoramic" one looks like a filter was applied, but there really was this eerily greyish blue tint to everything. Probably nuclear waste buried under the grass.
demeur, more proof that the private sector is every bit the joke as the public, thus, yay nature. And booze.
Canada Geese in the gloaming.
Shadow play.
Ruined cemeteries.
Bare trees.
DARKTHRONING!
There once was a blogger named Randal...
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Whose metier was scandal...
jim, when Storm of the Yeti pens a song about darkthroning, I might steal those.
blah blah blah
blah blah blah
blah blah blah mescal.
G.H. Knight?
THAT BASTARD OWES ME TWENTY BUCKS!
Beautiful. Although you all seem a little nutty.
W used to live on Coventry and would look out at Garfield's monument.
Love the cemeteries.
Deja views all over again.
One of our local cemeteries put little plastic tents over all the oldest headstones. Had you been here you could have taken pictures.
BB, methinks someone already got to his wallet.
jenny, Dubya used to live *there*?
SWA, not our fault that The Man won't give us three hours for lunch.
susan, oh, now you tell me. I thought Canucks were nice.
Snowlessness makes headstones fall down.
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