It's probably HUGE but I am far too lazy to open it into Photoshop and re-size it.
Taken during one of my morning rides around Gympsville.
Quinn and I decided that this picture looked as if it had been taken in England, hence the title. I'd forgotten how green it is in Summer when it actually rains (but you can't blame me, we've been in this crazy drought for about half my life)!
Isn't it just? And EVERYTHING is like that in the morning (hence why I want you to come riding with me)!!
I printed this on photo paper for you, I'll send it over with my next letter or something, ok?
I had the most perfect moment at work yesterday, before Mark kicked into Nazi mode and made me clean EVERYTHING WITHIN A THIRTY-FOOT RADIUS OF THE REGISTER THREE TIMES OVER THE BASTARD (I understand; he owns the store, it's his career, so of course he won't let me sit there and write to you on receipt paper like the other managers). The sun was coming through the windows summer-golden, the color that means the beginning of those perfect hours, that go from sunset to the not-dark-or-light sky to sheer utter perfection of the descent of dusk to the impeccable summer night, made of stars and driveways and philosophy and idiocy and other forms of glory, and Closing Time (one of the summeriest of all songs) by Semisonic was playing on the radio, and it was absolutely so perfect I almost cried. It was one of those moments that lets you know that everything is going to be all right again, someday, somehow. And it was just... beyond words. I think you know what I mean.
Oh I do!
Now everytime I hear that song (which is rather oftern because I like it and it seems to pop up on my iPod a lot) I think of you, trees, and golden sunlight.
When I hear that song, though, I have a craving to hear the song by Matchbox 20 where they sing "I want something else--to get me through this", because they remind me of each other.
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...what was the state of...a being held in chain but left to breathe and to see all the magnificence of the possibilities he could have reached, left to scream "Why?" and be shown the muzzle of a gun as the sole explanation?
The 25 semi-finalists for our "Darksiders: Your Last Days" contest have been selected! The ultimate winners will be chosen by Joe Madureira, aka "Joe Mad" of Vigil Games. Check out the awesome semi-finalists to see who made the cut!
This newsletter was "born" back in March 2007, from a conversation between ~Lareth and =FrozenStarRo, who with the help of their friends *Iardacil and =Sylwiaa , wanted to make something to promote known and unknown photomanipulators alike here on DeviantArt. As of September 2009 =ImaginaryRosse joined the project and will be helping us out with the weekly choices. While things have changed over time, the essence of the newsletter is still the same. As of recent, the talented =Behana has joined us in bringing you this weekly newsletter and we are excited to have her on board. This is a special feature, with a selection of 50 manips from the past year that we loved.
Daily Literature Deviations is a group that is dedicated to bringing literature to the forefront of the deviantArt community. We attempt to accomplish this by daily featuring Literature artists from around the community that deserve the recognition, but are not getting it.
Each day we will feature 5 deviations from the Literature categories in a News Article. In order to support the artists that we feature, we ask that you the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
Although `DEVlANT joined our community only a year ago, he's made sure to make his mark in as many ways as possible. From extensive bug testing around the site, to heading up the now infamous #devBUG Group, Martin's always eager to get involved. His inquisitive mind and enthusiastic personality is reflected in every part of the community which he reaches out to. Always eager to bring suggestions and feedback to us in a positive way, `DEVlANT shows a maturity way beyond his years. It's with great pleasure that we award very first Deviousness of 2010 t... Read More
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"THAT IS NOT A CARROT!"
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He was fused molecularly with sand!
IT'S FLOODING!! IN QUEENDSLAND!! THERE IS RAIN AND FLOOD AND WATER AND WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
I printed this on photo paper for you, I'll send it over with my next letter or something, ok?
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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
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"THAT IS NOT A CARROT!"
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I had the most perfect moment at work yesterday, before Mark kicked into Nazi mode and made me clean EVERYTHING WITHIN A THIRTY-FOOT RADIUS OF THE REGISTER THREE TIMES OVER THE BASTARD (I understand; he owns the store, it's his career, so of course he won't let me sit there and write to you on receipt paper like the other managers). The sun was coming through the windows summer-golden, the color that means the beginning of those perfect hours, that go from sunset to the not-dark-or-light sky to sheer utter perfection of the descent of dusk to the impeccable summer night, made of stars and driveways and philosophy and idiocy and other forms of glory, and Closing Time (one of the summeriest of all songs) by Semisonic was playing on the radio, and it was absolutely so perfect I almost cried. It was one of those moments that lets you know that everything is going to be all right again, someday, somehow. And it was just... beyond words. I think you know what I mean.
--
He was fused molecularly with sand!
--
~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
Now everytime I hear that song (which is rather oftern because I like it and it seems to pop up on my iPod a lot) I think of you, trees, and golden sunlight.
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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
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...what was the state of...a being held in chain but left to breathe and to see all the magnificence of the possibilities he could have reached, left to scream "Why?" and be shown the muzzle of a gun as the sole explanation?
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