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It is no longer a choice between violence and nonviolence in this world; it's nonviolence or nonexistence.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Double Textures:
Kerstin Frank Art's #1
Kerstin Frank Art's Paintstrokes
Behind me is where I store my shiny satin girly clothes. I love going through the cupboards to select an outfit, and today my choice is to wear purple. And quite a simple outfit really: just a purple satin top combined with a purple metallic miniskirt. Easy, comfortable, girly, cute and sexy.Love it!
to not clean as much as I wanted and to save my biz work for later. Today I took her out for a little shoot and I am happy with my choice!
Sei raggiungibile ovunque, sai sempre dove andare, hai il totale controllo della tua vita, ma... Sei ancora capace di perderti?
Hoogeveen | 2014 | Somewhere in a bar
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The panoramic passes, awesome mountains, magnificent glaciers, alpine meadows, and welcoming cultures, multiple choices and affordable prices, all makes Pakistan really a trekker's paradise. The great diversity of trekking opportunities range from verdant valleys of Himalayas to rugged and remote places of the Karakoram with choices of strenuous, moderate to easy treks for all age groups. There are still certain areas in Pakistan yet to be explored.more detail
PO 18 EEZ was one of a pair of Travellers Choice Volvo B11R Jonckheere JHVs visiting Brighton this afternoon, 24th March, 2022.
14/05/2011; If you're really active, you can go and cycle from or to IJburg. But if you aren't that active though...
Explore! Highest position: #133 (May 29th, 2010).
I am so blessed I have a freedom of choice. I can choose my route to work, I can choose in which direction I want to explore the forest the other day, I can choose what to read and what to percept, I can choose whom I want to be. Million of things can a person choose. Life is wonderful in its every single second. I hope I will never loose this wonderful feeling of the new life understanding.
Allen's Hummingbird
Selasphorus sasin
Member of Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
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With such a wide selection of drinks and alcohol to choose from, some hard choices will have to be made one way or another, just like in real life.
I gotta speak and you want to listen up
There is no time to feast your eyes
You want it all but the world won’t give it up
Up to the edge your star will rise
What is your weapon of choice,
What's your weapon of choice
There is no weapon to free us all
What is your weapon of choice,
What’s your weapon of choice
There is no weapon to free us all
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation
Everyone’s got their own split factions
Every pawn will pay it’s price
I’ve been digging out in all directions
I’ll see you through to the after life
What is your weapon of choice,
What's your weapon of choice
There is no weapon to free us all
What is your weapon of choice,
What’s your weapon of choice
There is no weapon to free us all
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation
It’s to hard too stand aside
It’s enough to stop your heart
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation
I won’t waste it, I won’t waste it, I won’t waste my love on a nation.
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Should I spend the day working on the new patio or should I go for a ride ?
What do you think I did....
I had searched forever for Phoebe Maybe stock, and I finally got lucky and it arrived yesterday, I LOVE this outfit, and I normally don't like stock outfits.
Roslyn cannot figure out what hat to wear....definitely a hat day - it's cold!
I wish I had discovered that my development tank is not entirely light proof before taking this photo. However, despite the light leak top left, it stays one of my favorite shots of 2015.
“So what is your story?” Nahla asked while idly and in bored fashion flipped through a random book sitting upon one of the desks.
“I’m just an Elf.” Solarawen replied, eyes shifted slightly over her left shoulder to the tiefling. “Don’t touch that.”
“Well, to look at you one would guess that but there is something a bit more about you. I see the scars along your shoulders and hands, what caused those?” Of course not listening to being told to stop touching things, she continued to flip through the pages while plopped into one of the not so comfortable wooden chairs. A soft protest of a squeak came from her shoulder where a small primate did it’s best to hide from the large white owl upon the elf's shoulder. Though Thalk’s golden eyes never left the small morsel’s position. Solarawen closed the book she had in her hands, a hesitant glance at the scars spoken of before she placed the book back and pulled another. “I mean, if I am going to be doing work for you the least you could do is give me a little information.”
“Information you would then turn and sell to someone else? After I am paying you gold to give me information on others?” Her tone did not sound accusatory, in fact it was rather even and blase throughout most of the conversations Nahla had with her.
“Gold is easy for me to come by,” A slight wave of the tiefling’s hand to dismiss the idea. “I’m curious and want a story instead. Your story. I mean, it isn’t like anyone is going to ask about you. No one even knows you yet nor do they probably care to. You’re just some random student so far. And even if they did, What would I tell them? A pretty elf had some curiosity but lacked the social skills to get to know them? I’d probably die and your story would die with me in the process of asking around. So why not? It is all the payment I am asking for. I’d say that is fair.” There was a sigh, that caused a smirk to curl on Nahla’s lips. She knew that sigh well enough to know she was about to get what was asked for.
A clap of the book and Solarawen turned around walking over to the table with an expression that Nahla couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t exactly annoyance nor was it amusement. In fact, something about it seemed almost sinister or devious in a way. That couldn’t be right, elves weren’t like that. So she thought.
“So what do you want to know?” The question posed as she settled down in a chair across the table. “About the scars? Or about where I am from? You have my name and my general information already. What is it you so desire that you would refuse gold in turn?” The tiefling licked her lips and leaned forward. The book in front of her was already forgotten and shoved to the wayside.
“Tell me about the scars. I’ve not seen scars like those before. How did you get them?”
“By meddling in magic before I was ready.” Nahla’s eyes squinted at the answer.
“Come on… More details, please.” Another sigh and the tiefling’s smile would grow to show her pointed teeth.
“When I was young I fell in love with a male who, in turn, fell in lust with me. All he wanted to do was have relations. Meanwhile I was trying to think of a future we both could have. Perhaps the naive nature of a younger self. While he was feeling me up, I was planning children and a home. I was daydreaming about how the introduction of him to my family would go. While that introduction got postponed time and time again. His choice of course. Until it could no longer be postponed because I was with a child.” Nahla raised a brow but was now intently listening.
“Everyone in Silverymoon knows my family are purists. Only elven blood in the family. As it turned out, my… choice in a male partner was not full elven blooded. He knew this of course, but chose to have his fun and when it came to the consequences… Well, he did not want to face the wrath of my mother for a child that would be… impure.” By this point of the story Nahla’s features changed slightly. Brows furrowed and head tilted with a hint of confusion in the expression on her face. She’d never heard of such a thing. The elves she had met throughout her life, at least the ones above ground, seemed to be tolerant if not loving of all life.
“So, this… partial elf decided that instead of facing down life as an outcast with me… because I would be exiled due to my child of course and lose everything. He decided to attempt to erase his mistake. To defend myself and my child I attempted to protect myself with magic I had not yet mastered. My mother caught us in the midst of battle and threw a chain lightning spell. She couldn’t have known what it would have done. At least I tell myself that. She was just trying to separate us. It killed him.” Solarawen nodded slightly. “And the baby. It went through one of my hands and out the other, which is where these scars came from. Instead of having me healed she insisted that the marks be left as a lesson. To what, I am not sure of. She claimed to not attempt magic without properly studying it first. Of which is true, had I studied it things might have gone differently. I might have chosen different spells or just misty stepped away and escaped with my and my baby’s life.” There was an awkward silence that followed before Solarawen stood back up and returned to the shelves she had been looking through already.
“I’m so sorry, Solarawen…”
“Don’t be. You now know I am not a simple naive elven maiden. Now, to business. I want to know of all the deity priests and priestesses within waterdeep. Just general information. I am not one for detailed stories.”
“As you wish.” Nahla stood up and brushed herself off. Though she agreed to it, she most likely would not seek out Solarawen again. Something about her didn’t seem right, and that instinct was what kept the orange haired tiefling intact for most of her life thus far. “You’ve a pleasant evening.” A polite bow of her horned head as she started to make her way out of the tower library. Thalk’s golden eyes stayed upon her and her little friend until they rounded the corner of a bookshelf.
“You too.” Solarawen muttered into yet another book. She was not a fool. She knew she’d never see the tiefling again. She’d have to find another way to gather information.
#71: As of 11/22/19, under Flickr's popularity rankings of my 2000+ pics, this is listed as #71 in "interestingness."
#183: As of 10/28/19, of my 2000+ pics, this is listed as #183 in most # of faves.
Since 2017, I've been engaging in a number of short, private crossdressing opportunities at home, after acquiring and trying out some new clothes, shoes, and accessories. This is another pic posted from this renewed CD activity, and was taken inside my house.
As usual, I really enjoy color-coordinating attractive/sexy/cute outfits, and this one features:
* a Sepia Collection "Broadway" long layered curly frosted golden blonde wig with bangs, from Wig Factory in SF;
* Jessica Simpson yellow suede/brown leather "Eman" duo-tone 5.8"-stiletto-heel peep-toe sandals, from Macy's;
* a mustard/multicolor vertical-striped brushed-knit scoopneck bodycon midi dress, from Forever 21;
* tan wide-net fishnet tights;
* a yellow 3"-wide waist belt, from BeltIsCool.com;
* a tan neck scarf;
* a yellow/brown multi-necklace and bracelets;
* gold rings & earrings; and
* gold/clear "ear cuffs" (long dangling jewelry cuffed to the sides of the ears), from Forever 21.
More about this and other 2017-19 pics has been written up in my profile or "About" page here on Flickr. It details some choices made for these 2017-19 pics.
Let me know your thoughts... :-)