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Once there was a young monkey named Jake, who lived in a dense jungle with his family. Jake was a curious and adventurous monkey, who always wanted to explore and discover new things. One day, while wandering through the jungle, Jake came across a towering power line tower. It was the tallest thing he had ever seen and he felt an overwhelming urge to climb it.
Without hesitation, Jake began to climb the tower, determined to reach the top. However, his ascent was cut short when he was spotted by a group of hikers who were passing by. The hikers, concerned for Jake's safety, called the authorities.
The authorities arrived quickly and apprehended Jake, who was taken into custody for climbing the power line tower. Despite his claims that he had no intent to cause harm and that climbing the tower was simply an act of curiosity, he was sentenced to life in prison.
The hikers who had called the authorities felt that they had done the right thing, believing that they had saved Jake from potential danger. However, they were unaware of the harsh consequences of their actions. Jake, who was now in prison for life, would never see the jungle again and would never have the chance to explore again. He would die in prison without ever experiencing the freedom of his home.
Good intentions do not always lead to good outcomes, and it is important to consider the potential consequences of our actions before making a decision.
Once there was a young monkey named Jake, who lived in a dense jungle with his family. Jake was a curious and adventurous monkey, who always wanted to explore and discover new things. One day, while wandering through the jungle, Jake came across a towering power line tower. It was the tallest thing he had ever seen and he felt an overwhelming urge to climb it.
Without hesitation, Jake began to climb the tower, determined to reach the top. However, his ascent was cut short when he was spotted by a group of hikers who were passing by. The hikers, concerned for Jake's safety, called the authorities.
The authorities arrived quickly and apprehended Jake, who was taken into custody for climbing the power line tower. Despite his claims that he had no intent to cause harm and that climbing the tower was simply an act of curiosity, he was sentenced to life in prison.
The hikers who had called the authorities felt that they had done the right thing, believing that they had saved Jake from potential danger. However, they were unaware of the harsh consequences of their actions. Jake, who was now in prison for life, would never see the jungle again and would never have the chance to explore again. He would die in prison without ever experiencing the freedom of his home.
Good intentions do not always lead to good outcomes, and it is important to consider the potential consequences of our actions before making a decision.
Hahahaha! I got bored and made this book cover of Laney in the cage to which she has been confined due to her bad behavior and continuous need to dig holes in the back yard.
See the full cover art here: flickr.com/photos/dillon-k/1384056495/
I love my description:
"In this captivating and touching account of events, author Laney Lane Hoops describes the daily goings-on of her journey through the troubles and trials of freedom lost. Throughout the volume, Laney Lane finally speaks, coming forward with the never-before-told story of the hidden emotion and misunderstanding of her imprisonment.
This book goes through her emotional rollercoaster of dealing with verbal abuse, love, hatred, fear, and the extreme and undeniable need to urinate.
Packed with jarring details, Memoirs of My Life Behind Bars will keep you reading until the very last action-packed page."
(made with Paint.NET because I didn't have access to Photoshop. Cover art taken with my Canon A570 IS.)
This is where Boggy has been incarcerated. Luckily for him, the bars are far apart, and he is small, thus, escape was made, but still. A great photo op, provided by a semi-abandoned warehouse, and a saturday morning.
1/365ish : confused. constricted. photographically congested. this is shaping up to be more like 300 or 250ish... whatever. :) I've been feeling in a bit of a creative rut, or something. Like an idea is trapped in my head, but I don't know what it is. Probably I need to go abandoned building spelunking downtown, or something. I also want to do some model shoots in said abandoned buildings, and just in the more decrepit parts of downtown. I'm weird, I know. :) I think I really just need to get out there and shoot more, push through it, but at the same time, I need to let downtown rest a little, because I was pounding away at it relentlessly this past semester, and I don't want to get burned out. I think that's probably a good start... ;)
Strobist Info: Testing out my new 285HV because the 386 has an unknown trigger voltage, and is more challenging (read as, I don't know how) to manually adjust. 285 off to the left, 1/16th I think, zoomed to TELE, on my lightstand. Triggered by a fancy wire. :) I think I need an optical slave for my SB600 =D I also need to invest in some snoots. By invest in, I mean I need to steal straws from panera, and glue them together.
Entre las rejas de un jardÃn encontré esta composición de dos colores... un par de retoques y listo para agradar a la vista. The bars of a garden I found this combination of two colors ... a couple of touches and ready to please the eye.
Curt Tofteland, founder of Shakespeare Behind Bars, spoke at University of the Pacific and showed the award-winning documentary about his program. He spoke to a full house.
Once upon a time, there was a monkey named Juan who lived in Columbia, known for having the best bananas in the world. Juan was a hardworking monkey, proud of his country's delicious fruit. He spent his days tending to the banana trees, ensuring that they were healthy and producing the sweetest fruit.
One day, Juan had a dream of sharing the taste of his beloved Columbia's bananas with the rest of the world. He decided to smuggle the bananas into the United States, where he knew they would be highly sought after. He carefully packaged the bananas, hid them among his cargo, and set off on his journey.
But, unfortunately for Juan, his plans were foiled when he was caught by the authorities at the border. He was arrested and thrown into prison for his crime. Juan soon realized that his desire to share the taste of his home with others had led to his downfall. He was stuck in a small and dirty cell, with no hope of release, and away from his beloved Columbia.
Juan spent his days in prison, longing for the sweet smell of the banana trees and the warmth of the sun on his fur. He missed the taste of the fruit he had devoted his life to and the companionship of his family. He knew that he would spend the rest of his days in prison, far away from the place and people he loved.
Juan's story serves as a cautionary tale, reminding us of the dangers of giving into temptation and the importance of following the laws. The moral of the story is: don't smuggle bananas no matter how good they taste, it's not worth it.
Again, while walking the Des Moines County Fair I discovered a goat that was bored with the whole affair.
Curt Tofteland, founder of Shakespeare Behind Bars, spoke at University of the Pacific and showed the award-winning documentary about his program. He spoke to a full house.
Once there was a little monkey named Timmy who lived in a poor jungle where food was scarce. Timmy was only 4 years old and he was constantly hungry. One day, while wandering through the jungle in search of food, Timmy stumbled upon a plantation of ripe bananas.
Without hesitation, Timmy climbed the fence and began to feast on the delicious fruit. However, he was soon caught by the plantation owner who, instead of understanding Timmy's predicament, called the authorities and had him arrested for theft.
Timmy was sentenced to life in prison for his crime, and was taken away from his family and the jungle he called home. He was locked in a small, dark cell, with no access to the outside world and no hope of ever being released.
Timmy was just a child, he didn't understand the consequences of his actions, he was just hungry and saw the bananas as an opportunity to feed himself. He missed the warmth of the sun on his fur and the sound of the jungle's birds. He spent his days longing for freedom and the life he once had.
Years passed and Timmy grew old and weak in prison. He knew he would never see the jungle again, and that he would die alone in his cell. He took solace in the memories of his home and the time he spent there.
As Timmy took his last breath, he realized that poverty and hunger can drive people to do desperate things, and that a little empathy and understanding can go a long way in preventing such situations.
Poverty and hunger can drive people to do desperate things, and a little empathy and understanding can go a long way in preventing such situations.
My youngest daughter, Claire, turned 20 Monday. She spent her first birthday in the hospital with meningitis in Baton Rouge in 1988. Thankfully, it was the viral type and she was home after a few days and we had a proper party. It was certainly one of the scariest times as parents for her mother and I.
63. Thursday 28th July 2011
I know I shouldn't complain, but sometimes this place stifles me. It is amazing though, and I do have to keep reminding myself how lucky I am.
This is taken from just down the corridor from my room but I barely ever come up here, mostly because there are always smokers here. I call it the mooring deck, but it's not, it's just a little balcony type thing next to the mooring deck (which is always locked).
I spent $35 on beef jerky and chocolate today. I'd like to say it lasted ages. I'm writing this 6 days later and there is none left... I will have to start going to meals again and obtaining free food instead. I barely ever go to lunch, even when I have no snacks in my room. And I never make it to breakfast. Although I have now misappropriated a cup and spoon from the crew mess so sometimes I eat cereal the proper way instead of just out of the packet.
I got carried away reading in my break and accidentally didn't go back for ages. Thankfully no one even noticed. I hope...