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Ash:YC Jarsen Head,
Body: Dollshe 28M Body,
Face Up: Sadomina
Eyes: Ashuradark Eyes,Costum BJD Eyes
Outfit: me
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Day 26 2015
Taken forThe Weekly Colour challenge "POSTBOX RED"
The Smallest House in Great Britian.
Just over a hundred years ago a tall fisherman left a tiny house on the quayside at Conwy, North Wales because it had been officially declared too small for human habitation
Since then the Conwy house has been visited by thousands of people from all over the world. After the last tennant left, the owner of the property travelled the country measuring tiny houses in order to prove that this was indeed the smallest house in Great Britain, the doors were opened to countless visitors, who came to marvel at the living conditions of yesteryear....
Measuring 72 inches across, 122 inches high and 120 inches deep, the Smallest house was built in the 16th century and lived in until 1900
The last inhabitant was a Conwy fisherman who was six feet three inches!
Inside the smallest house are just two rooms. Downstairs, a settle against the wall doubles as a coal bunker, a water tap behind the stairs and the cooking was done on the open fire. Upstairs there is a narrow bed, dressing table and washstand with a cubby hole for storage
Myiarchus cinerascens,
Near Cayucos, CA
I was surprised to hear from friends that snail shells or egg shells were being fed to nestlings by Ash-throated Flycatchers they watched recently: www.flickr.com/photos/dave_lawrence/27390099146/ www.flickr.com/photos/chaparralbrad/27489416456/
Apparently it's not new news. Here is part of the introduction to a study of calcium intake in two species of flycatcher in Europe: "Birds need increased calcium intake mainly during two periods, those of egg-shell formation and nestling growth. . . .Various calcium-rich items, such as snail shells, eggshells, bones and calcareous grit have been recorded as sources of calcium in birds (reviewed in Graveland 1990). Snail shells have been considered the main source of calcium for many passerine species." However in that particular study, some different results: they found that woodlice (Isopoda) and millipedes (Diplopoda) "were the main source of calcium for flycatchers during the breeding period in Central Europe. "--Stanislav Bureš, Karel Weidinger, Sources and timing of calcium intake during reproduction in flycatchers, Oecologia (2003) 442: 634–647
To understand animals, you must "watch for a long time without disturbing them. Then gradually your mind opens to what it would be like to have different eyes, different ears . . . different needs, different fears, and different knowledge from ours."--Katharine Payne in Elephants Calling, 1992
On the way up to Scotland last month I stopped over close to the lake district so had some time to explore the area. One from the very popular Ashness jetty on Derwent water.
Canon 550D
Sigma 10-20 @ 10mm
194 seconds, f20, ISO 100
Lee 0.6 nd grad
Lee big stopper
Hoya Polariser
Another classic location, but photographed in less than ideal lighting and conditions. Although probably the most photographed bridge in the Lake District I couldn't help but take this image with a promise to myself to return again in more favourable conditions.
Three days after the start of its latest eruptive episode, Etna's Southeast Crater continues to emit lava and modest but conspicuous amounts of volcanic ash. The incident that all the world has learned about - a phreatic explosion, caused by the sudden evaporation of snow and water enclosed by flowing lava, which inflicted minor injuries to a few people including yours truly - was just a secondary phenomenon in an otherwise quite normal episode of volcanic activity. It started on the morning of 15 March, exactly two weeks after the end of a previous eruptive episode, and initially seemed a faithful repetition of its predecessor. Then, in the night of 15-16 March, things became more complex, with new vents opening low on the south side of the Southeast Crater cone, and lava taking a new path, toward southeast, toward an area that we know as "Belvedere", on the rim of the huge Valle del Bove valley on the east flank of the volcano. That's where, around mid day on 16 March, the phreatic explosion happened, a rather surprising event in the given conditions. It had nothing to do with the eruption itself, it was not an explosion from an eruptive vent, it was just an explosive conflict between two elements with pretty much opposite characteristics, one more than 1000°C hot, the other at temperatures below zero. In many cases, when the lava is flowing slowly, the encounter can be rather peaceful, and there is spectacular documentation of ice-snow/ice interaction both from real eruptions (Tolbachik in Kamchatka, 2012-2013) and from experiments carried out at the University of Syracuse in the U.S.
The eruption continued, indifferent to the phreatic explosion more than 2 km distant from the true eruptive vents and the human dimension of the event. The lava overran the site of the explosion and then finally spilled down the steep western flank of the Valle del Bove, first one branch, then a second. In the meantime, up on the summit of the Southeast Crater, explosive activity showed a remarkable alternation of ash-free Strombolian activity and copious ash emission. This morning, 18 March 2017, ash was again being emitted abundantly, as seen in this photo taken from my home in Tremestieri Etneo, a village 20 km south of the Southeast Crater. The ash plume was blown right over us, causing a light fall of sand-sized ash particles.
Etna continues being the most amazing performer among the volcanoes of this planet.
Chapter 1 - Episode 8
Location: Desert Wasteland - Horizon's Edge, World of Ruin
Ash stepped out of the rusting shack, looking out into the vast emptiness of the gorge before him. Horizon's Edge was a poor mining settlement located on the western rim of the Burning Canyon. The Wanderers here lived a harsh life, digging in the dirt for minerals they could barely afford to sell. The Melting Sands that flowed through the settlement and down into the Burning Canyon like slow-moving waterfalls, posed a constant threat, one false step could be the difference between life and death. A vicious cycle, Ash thought to himself.
Ash was a fearsome warrior, heavily armored and courageous beyond words. He stood alone, looking out into the Canyon; he could still hear the distant sounds of her voice, screaming in agony. She was just a child, and didn't deserve such a fate. Ashamed, dishonored, and alone, Ash fled from his former raider clan to the settlement of Horizon's Edge. A place he thought safe, a place where he could atone for his sins. Ash was a raider. He had taken many lives. But this life, tortured his soul, burning in sorrow. He knew that in time, they would come for him. They would track him to this place, force him to rejoin their ranks, or suffer the consequences. If he refused, they would burn Horizon's Edge to the ground, and kill everyone who lived here. His very presence in Horizon's Edge put the Wanderers living here in constant danger. This only compounded their already bleak existence, many of whom face death around every corner. If it wasn't the Burning Canyon or the Melting Sands that claimed lives, it was an imminent raider assault.
Ash had grown tired of killing, killing for the wrong reasons. A deep feeling of regret had come over him in recent years. He watched his fellow raiders slay innocents without regard for life. After the incident, he came to realize that life was something sacred, and he took that away from those he slew. And for what? What did the inhabitants of these settlements even have to offer? Nothing. The Calamity that fell from the sky destroyed this world, countless seasons ago.... was he so different? Every night, Ash is visited by all the Wanderers he took from this world, in nightmares that seemed to never end. They would speak to him; they would say "Welcome Ash". He could never shake the images of them from his head. One day, he would join them in peace. He would join her in peace, who smiles upon him, who doesn't blame him for what he did. Only the innocence of a child could think this way. He was forever grateful.
Ash wouldn't let the Wanderers living here suffer the way he has. He couldn't. He won't. He would fight for them, until his dying breath. The time will come when he would have to make a stand against the raiders. The settlers here knew nothing of his past, but strength came in numbers. He would have to prepare them, without revealing who he was, or what he has done. Ash clenched his makeshift battle axe, driven by a new fiery passion, to protect innocent lives, not destroy them. Horizon's Edge will live on, let them come, Ash thought to himself. He would be ready.
Aftermarket parts are from Cape Madness, Brick Forge, Brick Warriors, and Brick Arms.
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To be continued....
ASH: ...hope this is OK, Chicken...
CHICKEN: ...woooowah...you did that for me... *wary*
ASH: ...*Laugh*...nooooooo, not for YOU, for the chickens...errr..pigs ...errr whatever...*smile*
CHICKEN: ...it's what I always wanted...*a little emotional*...I could ALMOST hug you...♥♥♥...wait til I show the girls!
ASH: ...
Climbing up the fell above Ashness Bridge, you get a view across to Ashness Farm, which sits above Ashness Bridge, just off the Watendalth Road.
Got to Ashness Bridge just before the heavens opened. Spent the rest of the day getting very wet at Buttermere.
This is the second of my custom guitars, made by the amazing Adrian Hamilton at ASH Customworks in Auckland.
I got here at sunrise -- 5:20am! -- but the light wasn't ideal. The good news was that I only had to fight for space with one photographer.
lol all my pictures of Ash Rose are the same =w= I love this girl <3
btw I started taking commissions! link on my profile :3