Lumix TZ5 ISO 800 F3.3, 1/10s My Night Bus home tonight. -- ~ B ~

The name's Harken, Sam Harken. I'm a private eye. It was a cold February night in my office in the Knickerbocker Building, and I just couldn't bring myself to go over that stack of bills and invoices one more time. I found myself instead assuming a Buddha-like quiet while listening to the radiator drip. Somewhere, across the lonely city, a fire engine was on its way to a fire. It was about this time...

Michael made his way to Theo's building easily this time. It was fairly safe to move through Muggle areas with a pocket full of potions, anyway. The one time he'd been rousted by the Muggle police they...after his mother had pulled him out of Hogwarts that he knew not to electrocute himself or explode the oven. At his knock--and Theo's clear "Come in!"--he used alohomora on the door to let himself in

Любимый город. Особенно ночами. Автор фото: Jason Hawkes . via artlog

(Vous n'êtes pas tous là mais bon ....) Je n'aime pas vraiment la nuit ~~ Parce qu'on dort, on ne fait rien, a ce moment précis on ne profite pas de la vie ~~ Pour quelques heures ...c'est...dans leurs bras .... J'étais pour elles comme leurs mère ... Je vous aime toutes et tous >0 < ----------------------------------------------------

Бессонница Истерзанных снов непорочная строчка, Несброшенных масок пустая игра. А где-то в углу не поставлена точка Во снова несбывшемся слове «вчера». Лишенные страха полеты фантазий, Далекие волны...привкуса лайма, Упущенных дней угасающий свет. И где-то в углу не поставлена точка Во снова несбывшемся слове «вчера». Истерзанных снов непорочная строчка. Несброшенных масок пустая игра... © The Phanto

Некоторое время не мог понять что на второй картинке? What's your best guess? :)

Вот начнешь гулять по Москве с фотоаппаратом... и не заметишь, что первую фотографию сделаешь еще когда светло и нет ни малейшего намека на сумерки... а последняя уже получается под ночь... город в свете фонарей...

Last night, I had a strange series of dreams. A common first statement, but I want to cut through the vague and tangled assortment of images. My observations, in a big picture sense, tell me that running was the key symbol. Dreams, in Freud's view, were all forms of "wish-fulfillment" — attempts by the unconscious to resolve a conflict, recent or from the recessess of the past ( Beyond the Pleasure...

Alone In Darkness The Night falls with a silent sight, Soulless are we. The light for Which you pray flares once, then Dies, swallowed by madness. All hope Must die. Your love is no more. How could you Cause such hurt? Our dark emotions Surround us, crying, we have lost Our light.