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Uploaded: 07/08/10 1:51 AM GMT
Cave inn
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Just a play on words. This is a section of Howe caverns in upstate New York. There is more to New York State then New York city. Welcome to the underground world. Makes a cool desktop Wallpaper. Vic

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.mesmerized
07/08/10 9:38 AM GMT
Fascinating look underground, Victor, and wonderful color and texture too.
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.robtrapp47
07/10/10 2:26 PM GMT
Wonderful textures. Something to show scale would be welcomed.
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Things are more like they are now than they ever were before.
.fly
07/10/10 3:23 PM GMT
Nice photo but you do need somthing to show the size & scale.
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::Roseman_Stan
07/10/10 10:20 PM GMT
Awesome shot. The textures come through very well. Excellent presentation too.
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“Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you” - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
.goobersmom01
07/11/10 2:39 PM GMT
i just love caves and getting great shots is quite hard!! nice job :) have you visited any of the caves in the ozarks of missouri??? i think you would really like them :)
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.rotcivski
03/03/11 1:49 PM GMT
Virus

You caught a virus and I
am supposed to love you?
You ripped up my heart;
three years worth and
I'm supposed to fix you up first?
Damn you!
Watching a little more of me die
small pieces at a time
you don't fight to stay alive.
Godless piece of plastic you
refuse to survive.
Heartless with no respect for me
you sit lit waiting for death.
Paper won't keep you alive
nothing left inside;
no sole
no understanding.
You laugh at me
as you except his command
you're a child of death
lighting up while your father
runs through erasing all parts of me.
Like Gilieth I lost
to a David who only throw a rock.
You took away my thought and
striped me naked.
Am I free as you die? No!
I will try to save you heartless insides because
what little is left of me still sits in you
what little of me breeds life in your memory.
I need you mother and you don't need me.


By Victor Reiner
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.rotcivski
03/03/11 1:53 PM GMT
Vampires

Tragedy’s
Hell created
where no soul
covets residence.

Lambs
slaughtered without ritual;
their blood drunk
to satisfy lustful hungers.
Evil deeds done
by once mortal spirits.

Winged,
cursed, blackened, life forms
hang in darkness
on brilliant sunlit afternoons.
Sinners,
living forever
while tasting the succulent
spices of life.

By
Victor Reiner
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