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Southwestern prickly poppies (Argemone pleiacantha)
Colorado Springs, CO
www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/plant-of-the-week/argemone_plei...
Dayna's photo.
ZAT Phase 2 (Zombie Apocalypse Training)
Today didn't exactly go as planned. I was expected to go to Drew University to see my friend, who is now 78 yrs old, play in the Alumni baseball game and get a hit on the first pitch in the first inning, as promised by him to me... a long running argument (over 20 yrs) where I was taught by my dad to always take the first pitch and he was taught by a coach, "if the first one's in there, bust it." It rained. I couldn't get any info on whether the game was on or not. Couldn't decide whether to make the drive or not, but fortunately made the right decision and went. The game, as it turned out, was cancelled. I was lucky enough to find my friend walking off the baseball field (well maybe, with my track record I should say simply...I was lucky enough to find the baseball field, period!) while I was walking on (this is one of my biggest fears... going someplace alone and trying to find someone...mission accomplished! YEY!) So, I stayed there for the afternoon, met his family and friends and heard some amazing and amusing stories and watched as younger players came up and introduced themselves to him (because he is legendary!), all while being introduced as "this is my girlfriend, Torrie, my wife is in the car. (obviously sense of humor plays a large role in my selection of friends!) A fun day and so happy to see my friend again.
From there, met Dayna at the shooting range because she has her gun permit and wanted to shop for a gun. We ended up shooting. I of course, chose the zombie target. Did OK...but was pretty much a total idiot and practically needed the gun range attendant to hold my hand... ugh... needed help with everything...putting the bullets in the magazine... putting the magazine in the gun... holding the gun. He stood behind me as I took the first shot and I am sure he was amazed that I hit the target at all.... let alone putting it almost dead center. It was downhill from there. I was not comfortable and looking at this photo I can tell why my arms hurt when I was done. Ugh....ZAT Phase 2 is going to be a lot of work!
ك روعه المساءات الباريسيه الانيقه
ك الحلم الجميل المبتهج
ك الابتسامات الصادقه
ك الامنيات العَذبه
يأتي المطر ……….
وتتراقص مع قطراته نبضاتنا فرحاً وانتعاشاً
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مسائكم باريسي ممطر :d
يارب لك الحمد والشكر الكثير عدد المطر
عدد نبضات الخير والفرح في قلوب البشر
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Taken in the farmer's wife's flower-bed in early morning light with a Carl Zeiss Jena Flektogon 35mm f:2.8 lens (1950s "silver" version).
Carinthia, Southern Austria.
PENTAX K-1
Camera jpg. without any further processing.
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في الحقيقة لآ شيء يدعى للجمآل
آن لم تكن عينك ترآه كذلك
هذآ الجوآب للسؤآل الذي يحيرنآ ددومآآ
عنددما نتسآل:
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لمآذآآ هذآ سعييد رغم مآلديه من خفآيآ!!
ولمآذآ ذآك يتخبط في حيآته ويعيش في مغآرات كآبته
"!!
الإجآبة وآضحة تماما الاآن
فبيدك تصنع من الآشي
آشيآءً كبرى عظيمـــة
:)
cried roses
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"حقوق الطبع والنشر محفوظة يمنع استخدام الصور اوحفظهآ بتآتأً"
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Ping An International Finance Center at night
4th tallest building in the world located in Shenzhen
Height is might!
It symbolizes the economic progress of China
Country - China
Capital - Beijing
Currency - Yuan
Principal language - Mandarin
System of government - Communism
Title was conceived and inspired by the book "Star Wars: Jedi Apprentice" by Jude Watson.
I was taking photos from our 2nd flr. balcony with my old olympus c-5000z prepped on the tripod and i was doing my thing with my new sony h7 camera. I knew my 2 1/2 year old son was behind me playing but to my surprise this was what i saw when i turned around! I took a couple of quick shots of him and he was also able to fire away a few shots of his own! LOL!
The story Below is derived partially from actual occurrences experienced ( sadly,not by me) with- in the house pictured above
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Part 2
October 8, 19__ twilight Friday
Ok, it wasn’t a scream, more like a snort, which I will admit was not very damsel in distress like, but for my defence, I had after all received a bit of a shock. For once the lights flashed on It wasn’t my cousin Jesse standing there teasing in front of the window, but a naked dress form, with a faceless mannequin’s head! I caught me heart, then laughed at meself. The old lights, pre war gas lights must have flickered on and off on their own accord. No spooks, just faulty lighting I scolded meself, deciding that I was glad that Jesse or me brother had not witnessed this, I would never have lived it down with that pair of teasing prone rascals!
I looked around the room, the lighting was not as bright as modern, and countless shadows played along the walls from the rooms many pieces of furniture and other knickknacks. This room must have been a nursery, a crib was on one side, with a small chest that I soon discovered contained old toys, popular about 60 years ago. On the other wall was a small sofa and matching chairs, new by the toys standards, but still 40 years out of date. Old lamps were standing on either side, the yellowed shades had long fringes hanging down, I figured they were from the twenties ( roaring twenties I believe they say in the states) A fainting couch from the same era was on the wall just to the right of the doorway where I stood, and above that a small ledge with a collection of stuffed animals and small dolls. These were a little more modern, with a couple of the dolls recognizable as the “talking” variety.
It had been a few years since I had been at the place, and I couldn’t wait till the next day to do a little more exploring. The house was a small museum of artefacts collected over its 110 year old history. Children of a depressed time, everything was saved that good money had been spent on, even if it was no longer functioning properly!
But exploring would wait until the light of day, I was tired, and decided to find a room to unpack and a bed to sleep on.
There were four bedrooms that were laid out along the corridor. I knew the one at the end had been the sisters room, and since 2 had died in that room, I decided that I would not be staying there. The one immediately to my right was the master bedroom, still intact with all of Adelaide and Jacobs possessions, a small shrine to their parents. The canopied bed that stood in the middle was large, too large by my standards, so I crossed it off me list. The other two rooms had belonged to the two sets of brothers, and I took the one on the right, which had been poor Jacob JR’s room, the one last remaining descendent. I figured he wouldn’t mind. It was a smart little room, with a small bed on one side, and a small sitting area with two chairs, a more modern lamp( only 25 years old) and one of the his father Jacob Sr’s hand built chests.
Comfortable and cosy, even without a fire in the corner fireplace.
I soon made meself at home, hanging the clothes I had brought up into the small closet. I had to kick around some boxes that were strewn on the floor, and move some of Jacob’s musty smellin clothes over to make room in the process.
It was getting late, so I prepared the bed, then headed downstairs to the water closet on the first floor to do me toilet. The water closet was situated next to the Mourning Parlour, sharing a wall. convenient for any quests that had come to pay their respects to the deceased I shuddered at that thought knowing that at least 4 dead bodies had been laid out in that room!
I was running water to brush my teeth when I started to realize that I was hearing more than just running water. it. A low humming was coming from behind me, and I started when I recognized that it was a tune I soon recognized. . I turned off the faucet and listened , but me ears were met with dead silence. I turned on the water again and stared to brush, and soon my thoughts were broken again by the humming sound. I turned around, whatever it was coming from the grate set in about a ¼ meter up on the wall the connected to the mourning parlour. I turned the water off again to hear it more clearly, but it stopped as I did. Hearing nothing more I finished up and quickly made my way to bed, convincing meself that it had been merely a humming form the basement furnace, although I knew all too well that the humming had sounded like it was to the tune of happy birthday. To be honest I had totally forgotten that Frances had died on her birthday, a fact that did not occur to me until much later, much much too later.
Still mulling it over, I changed me clothes, hanging the jumper I had worn in the closet, closing the door, than putting on my PJ’s slipped neath the cool sheets on the small bed. The house was noisy, as all houses are, and I let those various creaks and rattles serenade me to sleep.
I remember dreaming that I was back at my apartment, apparently it was one of the times that I had watched my neighbours little Tony, a rumbustious lad of about 4, although he was a lot older in my dream, more like eleven. He was going about me room, opening drawers, looking into closests, and I was forever chasing him about, at one point he had picked up a small glass vase and I told him to give it back, No he said, and pulled it from me hand.
No!
I heard that second NO quite clearly, and I felt the pillow being pulled from underneath my head.
Suddenly I was wide awake, remembering where I was as I looked about me in the dark room. That last NO! had sounded like it had not been part of me dream, but had come from right next to me bed, and my pillow was now on the floor..
I got up and turned on the lamp, shaking just a bit as I looked around the room. Everything appeared normal, wait!, The closet door was now opened, I knew I had closed It! I walked over, and looked inside its deep murky depths. Nothing Shrugging me shoulders I turned away and started t close the door, moving a box back in with me foot. as I did I heard a doll like voice coming from the floor.. “time to sleep” is what I thought it had said. A child’s talking toy I said to myself, nothing more than a bad dream and an old doll.
Girl, furnace noises, pillows slipping off a bed, and a child’s old toys are nothing that should be giving one the heebee jeevees I scolded me self.
I was tired, and decided to investigate things more in the light of day. Going back to bed I slept soundly till morning….
Morning came up rather gloomy, a blustery fall day in full force. A low wind came howling about the hose, shaking a few shutters in the process. When I awoke, most of the occurrences of the night before seemed distant and far away.
I arose, and looked towards the closet, the door had remained closed this time, and I had all but convinced meself that It all had been a product of my imagination. Still in my nightclothes, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, Jesse had said there would be provisions there.As I made my way down the long curved stairway I looked at the all the carvings of roses, I could still make out small faces, but instead of being creeped out, I found meself admiring the skilled craftmenship that had gone into them.
I went into the kitchen, a long room with tall ceilings and black oak cabinets. A shrill gust of wind came through a partially opened window, sending a shutter banging against the wall. It did make me jump, but I went over and secured it, not trying to let me imagination take off into realms it shouldn’t. But as it turned out, It wasn’t a loose shutter that finally led me imagination take off.
After a quick meal I decided to dress and start exploring the house a bit. I had never been in that house without one of the sisters or Jacob JR hanging over me shoulder.
I went upstairs to the bedroom and opened the closet to put on me green jumper…….
It wasn’t there! I had brought along and hung up 3 outfits, including a long black dress with white frills that I had planned on wearing to Monday’s Funeral. Two of the outfits, including the green jumper were there, but the black dress was not! Deciding it had simply fallen off I began to rummage around the closet, eventually pulling out an assortment of cartons containing stamps, and other related paraphernalia, but no dress, and no dolls either!
This was all starting to get a bit too weird I told meself, but decided that there must be some rational explanation. Perhaps Jesse was her, playing games on me, teasing me like he and me brother kad when we were youngetrs? I decided that , whatever the case, I would get to the bottem of it all, and if me cousin had had anything to do with this, I would have no problems seeking retribution!
I dressed and went out on me exploring mission…..
End Of part 2
to be continued …..