| This photo was taken near one of the beaches in Byron Bay, NSW, Australia. There was a desolate railway line that ran across the road and I saw these plants growing there, looking beautiful in the setting sun so I whipped out my camera and started snapping.  I love the colors and the background blur in this photo. Minimal post-processing was done so it really shows the potential of the 18-55mm kit lens. |
| . . This folder contains all the animal photography I have, mostly from zoos and aquariums. I love animals and love getting up close to them, my dream job is to be a zoo or wildlife veterinarian. |
Photography Feature IXThis is pretty much a random feature of people who have less than 10,000 pageviews. Some of the deviations warrant more constructive comments and :+fav:s, but they all deserve a bit more exposure, if not the deviation, then the deviant themselves.
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  I read this, and am posting it up. My name is Chris, I am three, My eyes are swollen.. I cannot see. I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me. I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long. When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight. I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar I hear him curse, My name is called, I press myself, Against the wall. I try to hide, From his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault, He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more, I finally get free, And run to the door. He's already locked it, And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken. 'I'm sorry!', I scream, But it's now much to late, His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape. The hurt and the pain, Again and again, O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops, And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless, Sprawled on the floor. My name is Chris, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me. And you can help, Sickens me to the soul, If you read this, And don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless person, Not to be affected, By this Poem. And because you ARE affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'     |
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