Quest and Dream just… did not turn out how I wanted. The others, however?? ESPECIALLY golden… oh man. The blending on the hair makes me so happy!!!

Great way to start the day.

A U.S. Marine Corps MRAP assigned to Echo Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Marine Regiment, provides security in support of Operation Dynamic Partnership in Shurakay, Helmand province, Afghanistan. Dynamic Partnership was a multi-unit operation to retrograde all U.S. military equipment and personnel from village stability platform Shurakay.

(Photo by Cpl. Alejandro Pena, 18 FEB 2013.)

Evening Quickie #soldierporn: Let’s do innuendo.

The sun rises behind “spur holders,” from 1st Squadron, 10th Cavalry Regiment, 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 4th Infantry Division, while they wait for candidates during the squadron’s annual spur ride. The “Warhorse Spur Ride” is a 36-hour event designed to push soldiers to their physical and mental limitations by testing their ability to operate as part of a team under high levels of stress and fatigue under both day and night conditions.

(Photo by Staff Sgt. Ruth Pagan, 2nd BCT PAO, 4th Inf. Div, 1 NOV 2012.)

trautmans-legs:

Silhouette of Desire

Well put!

This photo to me feels like waking up from a lifelong dream, like a familiar voice that you hear for the first time, a shot of nostalgia straight to the heart…

Sunsets and burning silhouettes 

Snowdonia. 2016.

Silhouetted in my mothers dress. @pureartistryphoto

1st Autumn Day.

Autumn silently took my hand. And I, without turning around, listened
to the rustle of her breath, I felt the fading scent of her perfume.
Her hair (or maybe cobwebs of traveling spiders?), slightly alarmed by
the wind, slipped over my shoulder. And I wanted to hug her, but she
blurred in fogs, scattered with dry foliage and ripened seeds. She was
here, but incorporeal, all-embracing … Every tree whispering in
leaves with the wind, every blade of grass dry yellowing in the
meadow, every fragile stalk of faded flowers, every cloud filled with
tears is all scraps of her soul. My beloved sister will soon again
drive the sad birds into flocks, blessing them on a long journey …
And we will stand with her in the rain, until dark, plunging into the
blue twilight, but not taking our eyes off the ritual dancing of birds
over trembling branches. We will be fascinated to follow how the
petals from the last asters and chrysanthemums fall and how the
darkness and cold conquer the territory.

…

Осень молча взяла меня за руку. И я, не оборачиваясь, слушала шелест ее дыхания, впитывала увядающий аромат ее духов. Кончики ее волос (или может паутинки пауков-путешественников?) слегка потревоженные ветром, скользнули по моему плечу. И мне хотелось сжать ее в своих объятиях, но она расплывалась туманами, рассыпалась сухой листвой и созревшими семенами. Она была здесь, но бестелесная, всеобъемлющая… Каждое дерево, шепчущееся листвой с ветром, каждая травинка, сухо желтеющая на лугу, каждый ломкий стебелёк отцветших цветов, каждое облако, наполненное слезами - это всё обрывки ее души. Моя горячо любимая сестрица скоро снова будет сгонять печальных птиц в стаи, благословляя их на дальние странствия… И мы будем стоять с нею под дождем, до темноты, погружаясь в синие сумерки, но не отрывая взгляда от ритуальных танцев птиц над дрожащими ветвями. Будем зачарованно следить как опадают лепестки с последних астр и хризантем и как мрак и холод отвоевывают территории.

Silhouette on We Heart It.

Der Gedanke an das Unendliche. (1896) s.b.d.g. Sascha [Rudolph Karl Alexander] SCHNEIDER. École Dresden.

«L'idée de l'Infini» - “The Idea of The Infinite”

leapinghart:

Wisdom from Sherm Cohen by way of Character Design References!