Dragonfly

Libèl·lula, originally uploaded by ziga-zaga.

Interesting wikipedia fact: They have six legs, like the rest of insects, but they can't walk.

Authority without guns

Shoulder to soldier. Young men in uniform, originally uploaded by Steve Punter.

Most British police officers don't carry guns. This old tradition, unthinkable in other places, has worked reasonably well even in modern times.

Timelorld's junkyard

These Rusty old Booths, originally uploaded by Яick Harris.

These may be or may be not spaceships

Model car

Smokin', originally uploaded by nickwheeleroz.

This fantastic model car shot has a great explanation of how it was done. Nice job nickwheeleroz!

Torero!

Tarde de Toros 1. Tiento, originally uploaded by pasotraspaso.

The toro and the torerolook eye to eye at the beginning of their fight.

Make your own

Ragged But Lovely, originally uploaded by Voxphoto.

A pinhole camera is a great weekend project. Voxphoto has some pictures of his camera and his results.

Unusual deposit

Banksy-Cashpoint, originally uploaded by Trois Têtes (TT).

Be careful if you don't carry cash!

Not so tall

Petronas Twin Towers, originally uploaded by Storm Crypt.

The height of the majestic Petronas towers is difficult to grasp when there is nothing (close) to compare to...

Burning riders

Tricycle Burners, originally uploaded by Eccentric Jeff.

Burning Man is a combination of dust, eccentricity and art. Be there if you can.

¡A Jugar!

Cuba 2010, originally uploaded by AriZonArt.

Dominoes is a very popular game among Cubans around the world. Check AriZonArt photostream for more interesting pictures of Cuba.

Feline close-up

Cat in the Grass, originally uploaded by Picture Taker 2.

Picture Taker 2 has a great set of images taken on Kenia. Go visit him.

Surreal landscape

Floating Island, originally uploaded by darkmatter.

Darkmatter shares the results (and the technique) of how to get stunning images like this one.

Pipes

Water, originally uploaded by Thomas Hawk.

Piping can be such an art form

Mine!

2006_02_26 Ireland Vs Wales_0082, originally uploaded by BobTheCorkDwarf.

If you are going to chase a ball all around a field, do it like a men: the rugby way!

What counts is what is inside you

083/365: Zygomatic Bone, originally uploaded by bmhkim.

Nice use of Photoshop to show where your cheekbone is.

Eclipse

Crescent Sunset, originally uploaded by daniellih.

Eclipses are probably the first astronomical phenomena that made our ancestors to look on the sky in search of rhythm and order

3.141592653

Pumpkin Pi, originally uploaded by jpstanley.
 

Today is 3 14, and of course is ideal to be Pi Day!

http://www.exploratorium.edu/pi/

Washer #2

machine, originally uploaded by jamie_hladky.

Please don't mix colored and white clothes on the same batch

Take me out of here please

913 miles since, originally uploaded by lille abe.

and fast!

Go forward

Slowly, after having worked a lot, originally uploaded by Julie70.

Credit meltdown

credit cards show remorse, originally uploaded by Ian Broyles.

Nothing is recession proof!

Time to read

2010_GoodEye_A_061, originally uploaded by Kao, Yung Yuan（高永遠）.

Reading on a fresh morning in the middle of a garden. How refreshing!

Let's play

Here are some photos of my new Martin DCX1E. Plus, it's now one day after I bought it and no buyer's remorse!, originally uploaded by walker cleavelands.

Who hasn't fell to the enchanting chant of a guitar?

Everything is clear now

Papa, I need my reading glasses, originally uploaded by mwilkie.

Kind of cute. Good for a Sunday.

Poetry

The raven (Edgar Allen Poe), originally uploaded by kevindooley.

The raven
By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Fromage

Wine and cheese, originally uploaded by Vin0x64.

O la la! France is the biggest exporter of cheese of the world. The largest consumer: the United States.

Uncle Terry

017: You wont find me sitting on the fence, originally uploaded by didbygraham.

Uncle terry likes to go to places and document his journeys

http://www.uncle-terry-dbg.blogspot.com/

ひな人形

ひな人形 (Hina Dolls), originally uploaded by pen3ya.

Another beautiful Japanese tradition: Hina-matsuri. The Emperor, Empress and the Court are represented with delicate dolls.

Drive carefully

Flaming truck, originally uploaded by selva.

Firefighters would rather save stranded cats that pull you out of your smoldering truck!

More retro

Spooked, originally uploaded by Jacek Sniecikowski.

Just a few days ago we had the console. Now a reference to the game that started the boom...