That’s just beautiful Leyla.
Thank you shahini sengupta ❤
¡Qué imagen! ¡Qué título! Un beso, Leyla. 🙂
Gracias Veronica, un beso
Es precioso!!! Felicitaciones.
Thank you YellowCable ❤
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It is beautiful !!!
Thank you dear ❤
Me gusta el titulo y la imagen. Es la luz la que parece llover sobre nosotros, no?
cierto.. Gracias Maria 🙂
¡Qué belleza, Leyla!
Un abrazo grande…
Gracias Maria ❤
Thank you Stephan Pot
Thank you Open Up Life ❤
Your black-and-white is dramatic, Leyla. ❤
Thank you markbialczak 🙂
Thank you Cindy ❤
Lovely, simply lovely!
Thank you Christy
Thank yoy my friend 🙂
Muy, muy buena. Un B/N fantástico.
Pura definición en b&n… me gusta su profundidad de campo…
Leyla this could be your best yet! Great contrast and texture and use of black and white.
Thank you ❤ tknot57
Muy buena (y como también destaca Verónica, qué título).
Feliz navidad para ti tambien
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Specks of cherry blossoms remain, six months after, crunched
to microscopic, yet able to detect the soft November feet of
knee-booted beauties. Washington’s engorged monument is
Korean, six inches, but proud, laying-in to boot-skirt on the mall.
Blushing blossoms accept the thumping as better than souls,
more aesthetic than the spiked dens that welcome the kinky
Dupont Circle crowd, you know, congressmen on the town with
their page boys. We’re now “all -in,” bushwhacked into this
winner-take-all culture with few winners, proud sinners, all-meat
dinners. Unshaved Hispanics growl when the dealer hits two
black jacks in a row. Cactus stand, not waving in the wind that
tumbles weeds over mountains, that then ignite to torch homes
of the “richies” who once had it made. Malibu, New Orleans,
Florida in general: is there a pattern here? Gaia, perhaps our
only god, has good aim, giving the haves ample opportunity to
atone: few do. Perpetual human error peaks again now, as
Christians preach morality, their U.S. leader tortures, slaughters,
greedily spilling blood for oil, trading tomorrow for carbon-filled
today, while children and nincompoops watch, jaws agape, because
they didn’t see it coming. By nineteen-eighty-three it was evident,
but still, twenty years into the fall, the one-two combo of religious
propaganda and twisted “news” helped smooth over electoral fraud
in time to put the slow crank on World War Three. Skip forward
to November, back-peddle to the leaf pile, where larger color
combinations lure Alexis and her playmate into unbridled bare-
backed adventures. Cool air slows his sweat, but not before a drop
jumps his nose. She thrusts to lick it out of the air, which is just
the angle adjustment he needs to finish the act. Show this to the
wonks, well-walled on cubicle row sixty-seven, and BASHA! your
job is over. It’s that easy to escape the grind, but near impossible
to be your own cowboy and feed the kids. This is when corporate
can be your friend: just throw out all convictions, trade values
for value-added do-dads that increase profits and productivity
simultaneously and do not stress the details. No one minds if you
are loading atomic weapons, making attack ads, fucking your
“niece,” as long as the leaves rustle gently, lips quiver repeatedly,
and voyeur neighbors get a hot glance, on an Indian Summers’ eve.
Thank you dougstuber
Very very nice Leyla! Stunning…
Thank you dear 🙂
Un meraviglioso bocciolo messo in rilievo dalla foto in bianco e nero
Buongiorno Leyla, silvia
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