A thought burst in my head

@giovaniac_

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#pontagrossa #natal (at Parque Ambiental)

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#natalnoparque #carambeí (at Parque Histórico de Carambeí)

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Santa Barbara Harbor - Lembrando do meu mês de janeiro de 2016... #photo #california #usa #santabarbaraharbor (at Santa Barbara, California)

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Parte de trás da Catedral de St. Louis #NOLA #2016 (at Royal Street - French Quarter)

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Feliz Natal a todos!! (at Parque Ambiental)

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Jaboticabeira (Plinia cauliflora) aqui de casa! #natureza #Brasil (at Ponta Grossa)

[myunproductiveparadise]

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Camp Loucon #fall (at Leitchfield, Kentucky)

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Camp Loucon #kentucky (at Leitchfield, Kentucky)

[wondrousworld]

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"The Guthrie Bell Tower was donated by the Lowell Guthrie family, a local Bowling Green family, in memory of Lowell’s brother, Robert Guthrie, who was killed in the Korean War."... "Some of the men and women depicted in the granite etchings are WKU alumni Bob Ward, retired WKU professor who served in the Korean War; Bob Kirby who served in the Korean War; Dero Downing, WKU President emeritus who served in World War II; and Wendell Strode who served in Vietnam." References: http://cdn.nucloud.com/maps/127/1432050529/mobile_stops/1714.htm and http://wku.pastperfect-online.com/35749cgi/mweb.exe?request=record;id=Guthrie%20Tower%20(WKU);type=703 #wku #kentucky (at Western Kentucky University)

[azearr]

[abretumente]

[hopepunk-archive-2-deactivated2]

steam isnt about PLAYING games, its about building your hoard of games larger and larger, like a dragon hoarding gold

[athoughtburstinmyhead]

well said

[unpudding-deactivated20170830]

[awkwardsituationist]

when kai fagerström happened upon an old cottage in rural suomusjärvi, finland, abandoned decades ago, he began to document its new residents.

there were badger cubs born under the floorboards, who now used the fireplace as an entrance. there was a raccoon dog pup who would drop in every night at the same time. there was a pygmy owl who would try to catch the home’s voles. there were red squirrels who had built their dreys inside the house. and there was a fox pup, seen peeking out from a cat door, that had taken up in the dilapidated shed.

"there’s consolation in the idea that nature is reclaiming the places it has lent to people," he says, adding that when enters the house “it’s like stepping back in time. the past lingers in the corners.” it’s not just the animals that interest him, but the people no longer there. “who were they? what was their daily life like?”

to get his shots of these human weary animals, fagerström typically envisions an image first and then plans it out. he’ll set his camera at the perfect angle, throw out peanuts as bait, and wait patiently for wildlife to wander into the picture frame. “sometimes you get lucky, but often it takes all night,” he says. “every so often a shot is pure happenstance.”

[spiritbreather]

lovely.