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The secondary peak of Mt. Smolikas is composed of ophiolitic rock, giving a dark complexion unlike any other Greek mountain
Natural freckled complexion without face make up. Just a little mascara and brow pencil left after another shiny three mile walk. Girl Powered! 🏃♀️💜☮️
Alternate title: In the weeds.
Not sure where this one came from. I was curious about wide angle + perspective and what it could accomplish. For instance, that yarrow? It is not taller than me, although it might look that way from this perspective. The dramatic skies were also interesting yesterday. Even had a weird rainbow thing. This is processed to B&W using only red channel. Does wonders for my complexion :-)
Winter picture a day 9/90.
ETA: So rosy doesn't get too mad, View On Black
I'll be watching you~
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day
by William Shakespeare
Lucy Jackson
African American music hall and variety performer. The performing partner of William Henry Smith from ca. 1908. Jackson and Smith were married sometime around 1919.
b NYC 4 Oct 1876 md to William H. Smith (b Phila PA).
Passport Applications etc.
19 Dec 1903 applies at Hamburg Germany for travel to St Petersburg, Russia.b 17 Oct 1877 in Montreal Canada to an American citizen. By occupation a dancer, she is 5’ 0” tall and described as “a negress”. Passport #914 issued at Hamburg.
19 May 1908 applies at Bucharest, Roumania for travel in Europe. She refers to passport #914 issued 19 Dec 1903 (see above), however, there is a noticeable change in the signature on the 1908 application and henceforth. Born 4 Oct 1876 in NYC, 5’ 0” tall, black complexion.
29 Dec 1910 applies at Vienna for travel to Bucharest to fulfill theatrical engagements. States she left the US in May 1896.
26 Dec 1913 applies at Hamburg for travel to Russia and Roumania for 6 months.
3 Jan 1916 applies at Moscow for travel in Russia and Sweden. She identifies herself as a widow. Attestation by Emma E Harris, Kozikinski St. 12.
9 Nov 1917 applies at Moscow for travel in Russia, Scandinavian Countries and England. Husband was William Jackson born at New Orleans LA. Attestation of William Henry Smith. Affidavit… 8 Oct 1917 Residing in Moscow since 19 Apr 1917. “I am a variety artist and during the past 21 years have visited most of the large cities in Europe. I have contracted to perform in a theatre at Harbin China, where I shall go at the beginning of the year. From Harbin, I shall return to the United States. “ Names an uncle, Richard Brown of Portsmouth VA.
24 Oct 1918 applies at Shanghai, China for travel to the Philippine Islands and Hong Kong. States her father is George Jackson of Richmond VA, deceased. Statement by American Consulate General, Shanghai, 18 Oct 1918, “Lucy Jackson, whose application for an emergency passport is sent herewith, declares to leave for Manila about the end of this month. As noted on the back of her application form, she has not been in Shanghai sufficiently long to be able to secure an identification, but this Consulate General has no reason to believe that she is not entitled to an American passport.”
23 Apr 1919 applies at Manila, Philippines for travel to Hong Kong and India. Attestation by Bob Cowan, merchant of Manila.
9 Dec 1919 applied for passport in Calcutta, India for travel in Burma, Straits Settlements, Java, China, Hong Kong. Lists her husband as William H Smith for the first time. States she has resided in France from 1910 to 1911 and Egypt from 1911 to 1912 and various other countries. She names her father as William Jackson of Richmond VA.
14 June 1920 as Lucy Jackson Smith, applies for passport in Batavia, Java D. E. I. for travel in Netherlands East Indies, Straits Settlements, French Indo-China, Hong Kong and China. Attested by William Henry Smith. She names her husband as William Henry Smith of Philadelphia, retired.
29 Jan 1923 William Henry Smith dies in Shanghai.
Empress Xyndera (Born 705AV) is the daughter of a famous scholar from a noble house who studied at the library of Cassandria. She was a phenom at birth, being that she was the first woman born with the characteristic complexion of someone with pure Vieroccan blood in five generations. This is due to the highly recessive nature of the Vieroccan gene in women. She was worshipped from birth in the temples on Cassandria and she remained on the island for her entire early life.
When she was 17, her existence was reported to the then High Chief Talorajhi, but when he attempted to make her one of his many wives, his son Oberajhi challenged him to a duel and killed him. Oberajhi then courted Xyndera for a year before they married in 723AV. It was in the 720's that Oberajhi sought to advance his Kingdom into an empire, and there was no more perfect wife to help him complete this task. She is the most intelligent and educated woman on the planet, a true natural genius. She is fluent in a dozen languages and is well versed in political theory and the history of warfare and battle tactics and technology. Their marriage brought incredible stability and legitimacy to Oberajhi's rule and the birth of their son convinced his parents that it was their destiny to rule the known world.
Their son, Aybel (Born 724AV), was the first child of two pure blood Vieroccan's in over 500 years and his white hair is attributed to his miraculous birth, which fulfilled an old prophecy. Vieroccans famously have very poor fertility, which explains their race's decline in number since the end of their inter-marriages with the Vieran. Most Vieroccan men take many wives, hoping to have at least one son, because sons of Vieroccan's always share their characteristic complexion, but almost always, their daughters look like the mother. Since Aybel's birth, Xyndera has had three failed pregnancies and her physician advised her to not attempt a fourth. Aybel is a very kind and bright young man. He is well learned and a capable swordsman and hunter. He shares his parents ambition and desire for justice and peace, and like his parents, he believes peace will only come when the world is united under the Scorpion banner of house Nhazdaq.
King Davian has been cautioned that the Emperor of Attenor is not to be underestimated, because he is advised by the greatest mind in Esterdame and is highly motivated to see his son rule the world.
Its sad how the indian subcontinent is obsessed with complexion.
The situation is even worse for females around the region, where fair girls are given more priority and are thought to be more beautiful.
Mohakhali Slum,Dhaka.
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One of my personal favorites from that day.
Folks. this is my possibly my last upload from Bangladesh. I'm leaving the country tomorrow. I'll be missing in action for one day:P.
It is time to give these girls some attention and some fresh photos. This is probably the best TNT in my collection. She has a beautiful complexion and is wearing her original hair ribbon. This dress is one that I made awhile ago and remains a favorite.
My nickname for Scarlett is Strawberry Shortcake cause of her red hair and creamy complexion. She's wearing Vanilla Sweet (thanks Jess!) thus the title 'Strawberry & Vanilla'. ;)
Outside the front door. A sky of darkness hides a view of infinite beauty. The stars would have changed the complexion of imagination.
Sarae again. Another addition to my newest gallery, Facegirl.
An edited and cropped version from an earlier post.....
I say the fiercest doll from the NU.Face Heirloom Collection is Vanity & Glamour Nadja Rhymes. Nadja has definitely become one of my sought-after characters when she made a comeback in 2015 with a new face sculpt and every single version have been an absolute perfection. When I think of Nadja though I only think of her in the darkest skin tones like Dark A-Tone and Nubian because that’s how she was introduced. The dark complexion is kind of her trademark. That’s what she’s known for and those are what I consider her default skin tones but as Jessy shook things up a bit for Nadja in 2017 the flood gates are open for her. She can definitely pull off skin tones from the lightest to darkest. For the first time ever she is in the A-Tone skin tone which we’ve only seen used for Jordan Duval for Fashion Royalty and has been the main skin tone for The Dynamite Girls’ African-American characters such as Remi and Reese. I’m thankful that she does not have the skin tone mismatch issue that Coquette Jordan Duval had.
With Nadja I’m always looking forward to her next look and with Vanity & Glamour the purple lip in combination with this silver hair color is truly unexpected. I would have never pictured her in this look. This is a very good example of a hairline that is well rooted comparing it to the Jason Wu 10th Anniversary dolls that were kind of rooted sloppily. Due to the fact that these dolls are handmade and that slight differences with each copy are inescapable I appreciate that they paid attention to getting the hairline close to perfect. In this high ponytail hairstyle with the hairline exposed it is imperative that the hair is rooted with precision. Details, details, details. It’s all about the details honey!
Nadja, along with Erin, has one of the best face designs in the Heirloom Collection in my opinion. While I dream of this Talking Drama Adele inspired face design on Dominique (being that she’s Adele’s cousin) I can’t deny the fact that this is perfect on Nadja. I do have to point out that the irises seem unbalanced on some copies of Vanity & Glamour possibly due to the dark outline. I usually prefer it to be a lighter color because in the instance that the paint application on the irises are uneven it’s not so obvious. Another thing that I noticed is that some copies of Vanity & Glamour (like the one in the picture) have dark eyeshadows. I prefer it to be a shade lighter like in one copy that I got so the bottom lashes are more prominent and it doesn’t feel so severe. Even the eyeshadow on the prototype used for the promotional shots were almost faint to the point that it looked like it was left blank or unpainted.
With their return in the Fashion Royalty brand, the Close-Up dolls of today are not as basic as they were from a few years back. The new Close-Up dolls come with a few extra accessories and in Vanity & Glamour’s case she comes with a jewelry set, a black petal embellished shrug, a handheld mirror and a pair of shoes thus the not-so-basic price tag. While Nadja has been criticized for being racy as she once again dons a skimpy outfit there’s no denying that she’s still the best even as a Close-Up doll. I think she is the perfect example of a lingerie doll with an edge. While there’s usually a vintage pin-up inspiration on lingerie dolls I love that she is a combination of both modern and vintage glamour which is rare for Fashion Royalty. She does remind me of the dolls from Fashion Royalty’s Mineral Matters Collection in 2008 which I’m hoping that Integrity Toys would come up with a Close-Up collection either for FR or NU.Face paying homage to those iconic dolls like MetalMaven Vanessa and GoldStroke Adele. I would love to see Jessy Ayala’s take on that.
Sitting under an awning tent in the mid-afternoon summer sun. She leaned back to talk with a friend and I caught this candid moment. I like how the softer light, highlights her natural beauty.
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The only thing is that Chloe's glowing complexion makes me look a bit too much the pale English Rose.
It's perfect! Pot belly? Check. Loin cloth? Check. Fixed expression of fear of the outside world? Check. Weird blue complexion? Check.
It's just missing the shoulder hair...
I finally released this doll from her box. I had to put her on a Cream complexion body though. I am finally happy with her eyes. Yesterday, I purchased a Fresh doll for those pink camo pants - had to use a pin to hold them up! The blouse/vest is from Clear Lan.
So I took two spins around the yard while still wearing today's make up, including a complexion covered in bare minerals foundation....then I just Stopped....not pretty! Also I should have put my hair up in a clip, but really I liked it down with the earrings. Yes, it's my real hair, it's just very thin on top. Such a slave to vanity and crazy girly logic ;0)
Based upon these new challenges, maybe I should just offer someone a nice meal and conversation in exchange for yard service?! CRAY CRAY GIRL!!!
one more letter after "HA" would have given a clue to seasoned travellers about the country where this was shot (which I normally keep hidden) ;-)
yet savvy travellers could still get a clue from the complexion of the lanky packer ...
I did not enter this room under my own power.
I pull myself together, quite literally, off of the cold, sterile floor. The environment is sans sound, not even white noise. My surroundings, as revealed by scant luminescence in the ceiling, consist of four walls, three padded, one a window into a darkened room beyond. A closer look reveals various erect objects therein, looming so indistinctly in the shadows, one cannot discern if they are machinery, mannequins, or otherwise.
I no longer have the need to fall into deep slumber. SOMEthing has willed me into a dormant state and delivered me to this unfamiliar setting.
Two strangers, a burlesque rabbit and a clown with a surly complexion, seem to be joining me in this most precipitate relocation. Both are asleep as I was moments ago. The pervasive aura of nonsensicality about me, in the disjointed things and circumstances that are my company, exert what I must describe as the notion that I have been thrown into an abominable…
Wonderland.
If this IS indeed his production, Tetch is playing for a most unamused audience. I disperse my form up into the walls and corners, probing for the most minute crevice in which to escape through, to no avail. I return my attention to my fellow inmates. Strangely, the woman, March Harriet, was in league with Tetch when last I looked. The explanation as to why she was now a prisoner alluded me. And this thuggish clown is of no concern at all. I suppose there is no reasonable cause for killing them just yet. Dammit all.
Two more half-hearted inspections of my cell later, they have begun to stir. I know not if they are aware of their captor, as I am. As such, appearing before them as the Mad Hatter would be a gamble. Furthermore, as Clayface, they may be intimidated beyond giving me any clues to our situation. It would be wise to meet them on common grounds, as hired muscle myself. A Penguin goon will suffice.
The clown groggily rolls onto his back, grunts in realization, and leaps up to face me. Harriet remains seated on the floor, rubbing her eyes and already looking suspiciously bored… impassive?.. with the circumstances. As though she had foreseen all this. I shall question her first.
Clown: I’ll bust yer lip if you steps nears me, yah hear?
“Penguin Goon” (nasally): Relax guys, we’re in the same boat here. I already checked our escape routes, and it don’t look too peachy. Either of you kno-
Harriet (fuming): Hatter. For all his intellect, he’d agree to rob a street musician if the invitation was written in rhyme. WHY did I stick around with that WORM?
“Penguin Goon”: … Your BOSS caged us up? You’re saying he was roped into doing’ this by another crime boss?
Right then, a voice as appealing as an un-oiled door hinge crackles over the intercom.
Crane: A humble doctor is all I profess to be. Contradictorily to others in my field, however, FEARLESS in the realm of discovery.
One of the shapes opposite our side of the glass shifts, now evidently the Scarecrow: Hands clasped at his back, and beady eyes flitting between our trio, as he closes some distance between us with painfully deliberate strides.
Clown (backpedaling from his aggression): Hey, uh, Mr. Crow, I don’t think you really wanna have me in this box here. Y’see, my boss already has it out for you, an’ me? Well, I don’t like to brag, but I’m somethin’ of his right-hand man! “Chortle”, they call me. He won’t like this too good; not one bit.
I keep my composure with great effort. Knowing full-well of Chortle’s employer, and my hand in creating him, I cannot help but ponder if Crane has placed this cruel reminder of my handiwork here intentionally. He had indeed been there the night I awakened the Joker. As if on cue…
Crane (fixating solely on me now, his rasp sounding like wet grime trickling out of a rain gutter): For shame, Karlo, fooling the lower class criminals like this. Didn’t you KNOW your captors would spoil your fun soon enough?
Myself (whipping into the bloated and towering identity I assume when feeling uninspired): It would seem I’ve been made.
Chortle trips backward, his blue hair standing even more so on end. Harriet runs up to the glass and begins pounding at it.
Harriet: I know you’re out there, Hatter! You hear me? Let me out this instant! Do you know what this freak can DO to me?!
Chortle: To US???
Another shadow moves. Tetch whimsically glides into view, that half-sadistic, half-feather-brained look plastered on his freckled face. He makes a sweeping bow to our cell and readjusts his headwear.
Tetch (speaking through his teeth, in a singsongy manner): No sense in fretting, my dear. Dr. Crane has assured me this final procedure will perFECT our master plan once and for alllll!
Harriet: You’ll never find hired help again after this! I’m the best gun that your pathetic gang ever had!
Tetch (still waltzing about): Ah, but there will be no need for super-villainy in Gotham in a few short hours, no no… This is to be The Batman’s last hurrah!
Myself: Surely you cannot keep us in suspense, Crane. You do so enjoy… you must pardon my verbiage… to CROW.
He shuffles over to a control panel.
Crane: Do you want to hear a flaw of yours, Karlo? You see only cinematic solutions to problems. You deceive and thwart and trick, but you always so desperately need the scene to be genuine. You couldn’t accomplish anything if you didn’t receive raw emotion back for your efforts. Perhaps you’ve given up on killing The Batman for that very reason. The stone-cold vigilante that never appreciated your commitment.
As Crane and Tetch continue to adjust knobs and dials on their equipment, Chortle and Harriet fruitlessly search our limited space for a means of departure.
Chortle (to her): You’ve worked with the guy! You’re telling me you don’t know how to get people in and out of this box??
Harriet: I just deliver the goods! You think I’m into this psycho-crap? I’m just paying grocery bills here!
Crane (ignoring the babble): It was this study of your character, Karlo, that sparked my latest master plan. My GREATEST plan. You see, though I have developed variations to my toxins over the years, they’ve always brought about the fears festering deep inside my victims. They were REAL fears, Karlo, just like those you instill.
He approaches the glass barrier once again.
Crane (a brusqueness in his croak): Here’s whats going to happen. You three will be subjected to my most potent gas, as Hatter takes control of your minds. As a general rule of trial and error, the physiologies of a man, woman, and metahuman will do nicely to provide us with any inconsistencies in results. With luck, you will all be the final casualties of our tests to end The Dark Knight’s reign, as we engineer NEW fears for you to experience. WithOUT luck… well, you will all be much too dead to disapprove.
Chortle: An’ here I was thinking MY boss wasn’t funny!
Crane was not his usual self. Normally, he may have carried a creeping smile upon his stitches as he outlined his schemes, yet something was amiss on this occasion. His voice lacked smugness; his confidence seemed to have evolved beyond simple gloating. Now, a sense of unchecked purpose and drive was woven into his words. He believes unequivocally this to be his very last plot.
Myself: And IF you successfully implant phony terror within us, what then, Crane? We both know The Batman WILL have a way to evade the same fate.
Tetch: We will not beeeee targeting the big bad Bat this go-around, no siree! I’ve been busy as a beaver creating a new line of teeny-tiny mind control devices, that blend beautifully with Dr. Crane’s concoctions. Like pollen drifting from lovely flowers, they will float into every nostril and ear canal in Gotham…
Crane: And then we allow this cesspool of a city to experience the one fear it’s sorely needed; the fear of Batman himself. We will drag his symbol, his legacy, into the muck, and he will live to see thousands die, screaming in horror at the image he’s fought so hard to keep pure.
He throws a final lever, and the whirring and buzzing of electronics behind the walls commences.
Crane: This is a noble cause. You understand, of course.
Chortle: Okay, okay, look, I’m not really one of the Joker’s finest! My name’s Nate, Nathan Cachin! I just signed up a month ago, an’ I got a gal back in Blüdhaven! Listen, I know some corrupt cops in GCPD that’d let you take some death row inmates off their hands for your science project here. Great stuff here, by the way, I rea-
A haze begins to occupy the room. I realize now that the out layer of the walls themselves are Tetch’s microscopic devices, each housing a portion of Crane’s gas. They anticipated I could have escaped via ventilation, they had pumped it in from elsewhere.
Chortle (perspiring profusely): Um… UH… Deep breaths, guys!
Harriet (drawing an obscured knife from her outfit, striving to puncture the glass with it): You idiot, it *stab* gets into your system just *stab* by skin contact! He gave us a damn *stab* POWERPOINT!
It is time I resort to less than flashy means of elusion. I dehydrate the clay in my fists, and subsequently begin to pound the window along with Harriet.
Tetch (linking his modified hat to the instruments that are invading our bodies): Such unruly children! You’ll go to bed as instructed!
Harriet suddenly sinks to her knees, then flat on her stomach. Rapid glances over her shoulders up at the ceiling result in her howling into the floor, her face turning red as saliva flows freely from her mouth.
Harriet: DON’T LET ME FALL! OH GOD, THERE’S NOTHING BETWEEN ME AND IT! NOTHING BETWEEN..
Crane: Oh dear. It appears you’ve willed incurable casadastraphobia into your old colleague, Tetch. Given the severity of this dosage, she is convinced she will plunge into the sky at any moment. Momentarily, she will try with all her might to burrow into the ground. What do you think the cause of death will be? Heart failure? Concussion?
Harriet’s knuckles snap and an even brighter hue of crimson engulfs her forehead as she slams her limbs and body into the tile.
Harriet: GET ME AWAY FRO-
A snap like celery rings out, and her thrashing halts.
Crane (terse): And the next, Tetch?
Tetch: I’m getting another signal. The clown drank up his toxins like warm milk; Time for dreamland!
Chortle: This is not cool! I want to see your degrees, both of yous!
Chortle seizes up. His gaze slowly tilts down himself, his eyes bulging as it reaches his legs. Ungodly shrieking ensues. He topples into the wall, seemingly fumbling for an item in his coat pockets and kicking his legs out as though he had stepped in an anthill.
Crane: Stop PLAYING, Tetch.
Tetch: But the INfinite possibilities! … Very well. One order of “Batmanophobia”, coming up!
Chortle grasps his kneecaps, fingertips digging deep into his skin through his trousers. Amidst the blood-curdling hollering, two wet pops, and he at once sinks back, prominent vacancies where the joints had been.
Crane: Genuphobia. Almost laughable.
I am next. Little more progress than a hairline rift has come from Harriet’s and my aggression. I feel a tingle as Tetch starts to invade my mind. Before he can establish contact, I strangle the consciousness that is about to be overtaken. It bursts like a cyst, gone in the blink of an eye. The agony is incomparable to any other I have felt.
Tetch (stamping his foot): No fair! He went down the rabbit hole!
Crane: … Oh. Now that IS very interesting. You severed the persona that Hatter took hold of. But you’re still here with us, aren’t you? We can keep at this until we finally get the REAL you in there. With so many characters embedded in you, you won’t run dry any time soon. You’re a renewable resource, Karlo. Fancy that.
I resume feebly pummeling the glass, as Tetch reels in more of my personalities. One after the other, before he can inject them with Crane’s desired phobia, I extinguish them, losing myself in excruciating fragments. I won’t outlast this. They will breach my defenses in no time whatsoever.
As all life seems to dim about me, I hear a muffled shattering. My glazed eyes observe a pair of lime green and orange boots crack Tetch right in the cheek, leading him to somersault over the control console and land on his face. His assailant… Walker. Humming his own rendition of the Superman cartoon’s theme.
Walker: Daaah dadadadaaah, bum bum bummm. Daaah dadadadaaah… KILL-er Mottthhh!
Crane: YOU.
He leaps at Killer Moth with hypodermic needles clutched in his glove. Walker retaliates by drawing his cocoon gun. One shot sticks Crane’s hand to his machinery, another grazing his temple and twisting his mask sideways. Crane roars as his free hand also clings to the substance when he goes to remove the disguise.
Walker: Heads up Bas!
He chucks a detonator at my prison. I am too weak to avoid the blast, as it demolishes the glass and splatters most of myself all about. Walker leaps in, and begins shoveling my matter back into a cohesive pile with his helmet.
Walker: Don’t sweat it pal, Killer Moth has never let down loyal customers. Your Moth Signal will function for 5 years without fail, or your money back!
Myself (woozy and fighting to expel Tetch’s remaining gadgets from my essence): I am indebted to your punctual rescue, however, I… purchased no alert beacon from you.
Walker (face drooping): You didn’t? I got a signal from…
I clamber over to Chortle, and extract a small implement from his pocket, sopping with blood.
Myself (tossing it to its manufacturer): Your devotee, it would seem.
Walker: Well, that’s… not going on my brochure. It’s already hard enough to market protection to all these hoodlums. My prices are equitable! You would THINK it’d be a piece of cake, selling extra help to such a cowardly and superstitious lot…
Myself: Is that a paraphrase?
Walker: Might’ve been Robert Louis Stevenson.
He calls over his shoulder to Crane.
Walker (chipper): Nothing personal, Scarecrow, but you can’t go around kidnapping my investors.
Slightly more corporeal, I limp towards Crane, who is still furiously pulling at the adhesive. I lean down to his level. The speech pattern I am able to manage is a hoarse gurgle.
Myself: The Batman’s wings will be clipped one day, Crane… But not by means of this fraudulent ploy. Gotham’s children should suffer only their sincerest fears…
I hold a clawed hand close to Crane’s face.
Myself: You concur, of course.
He nods, a mixture of loathing and trepidation swirling in his eyes.
Walker: You were going to off Batman without ME? Never mind, Crane, DO take this personally.
One more shot from Walker’s launcher conks Crane’s head back into the desk, putting him out like the light. With that, I start off for the exit. I can sense the gaping cavity where so many voices within me once resided. Hardly any of them linger.
Walker (catching up behind me): Hey, Bas! Take this, on the house. It’s still active.
I accept the blemished Moth Signal.
Myself (in a voice I do not recognize): … Couldn’t hurt.
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} I am delighted to announce that this Killer Moth dialogue has been approved by the man himself. {
A young boy with the most fascinating eyelashes I think I've ever seen. Taken at a daycare centre I was invited into in Seminyak, Bali, Indonesia
Hermine ~ outfit of the day
- ttya jumper
- canon belle sweater
- rement purse
- somedoll scarf
- leather slouchy boots
- socks
WEATHER REPORT
A small gray cloud
Forms above South Mountain -
An evaporated revelation
Of condensed seeing.
The morning sun
Blushes the puff’s complexion
All hues and hints
Of pinky orange.
By early evening,
Shadows and shapes shift
The cumulous memory
Of forgetfulness.
As the day fades
Its dispositions and devotions,
Dew shrouds the dust of years,
Blinks back the flush,
And rains.
Mika Lagdameo - She has beautiful eyes and lovely complexion.
Shot with a Canon 50D, 70-200 F/4 and a single silver reflector on her left side.
beautiful Cora,premier shooting avec Coraline,ex danseuse classique et débordant d’énergie. le courant est vite passé entre nous et j'ai essayé de la mettre rapidement à l'aise.ce jour là la lumière était parfaite vu son teint et la blondeur de ses cheveux.cette image et de loin ma préférée,prise sur le vif,le petit vent juste comme il fallait.son regard et son expression sont justes sublimes.j'ai longtemps hésité entre mon sigma 17/70 et mon 50mm mais c'est ce dernier qui s'est logiquement imposé pour le plaisir des yeux...
beautiful Cora, first shooting with Coraline, ex classical dancer and overflowing with energy. the current is quickly passed between us and I try to put it quickly at ease. that day there the light was perfect given his complexion and the blondness of his hair. This picture and by far my favorite, taken on the spot , the small wind just as it should.the look and expression are just sublime.i have long hesitated between my sigma 17/70 and my 50mm but it is the latter who has logically imposed for the pleasure of the eyes. ..
Close up of her ballerina pandas and gorgeous lace, this dress suits her complexion and style so well.
SCOUT: "Oh look Paddy! Camellias just like we have at home in the garden."
PADDY: "You are quite right Scout! Aren't they beautiful!"
SCOUT: "Yes, indeed Paddy, especially when compared to my grey plush complexion and my mink fur collar."
PADDY: "What do you mean Scout?"
SCOUT: "Well. I think I would look particularly fetching with a pretty pink camellia bloom behind my ear. Don't you think so Paddy?"
PADDY: "Well... I... err..."
SCOUT: "For an imaginative bear, sometimes you lack vision Paddy."
Paddy, Scout and I spent a delightful Saturday with the Famous Flickr Five+ Group in Mount Macedon, where I have never been before. Now I have, I would very much like to go back to such a picturesque place again.
The Forest Glade Gardens are well established European inspired landscaped gardens of six hectares that are to be found on the Mount Macedon Road in the hill station town of Mount Macedon.
The Forest Glade Gardens are just shy of one hundred years old. The gardens were originally two adjoining properties that comprised orchards and lush grazing paddocks. In 1941 local family the Newtons purchased and extended the property and set about creating one of Mount Macedon's most stunning gardens.
In 1971 the Forest Glade Gardens were acquired by Melbourne property developer Mr. Cyril Stokes who together with his partner Trevor Neil Bell, developed the gardens even further. Cyril was a great collector of European antiques, and his love of European antiquity is reflected in the gardens, particularly in the many classical marble and bronze statues dotted about the grounds.
Unfortunately the Forest Glade Gardens were partly destroyed by the tragic Ash Wednesday bushfires of 1983. However, after many years of hard labour put in by Cyril and Trevor, The Forest Glade Gardens were reborn from the ashes. The gardens are built on a sloping block and consist of a range of terraces all of which offer wonderful vistas. A garden designed to give pleasure all year round, the Forest Glad Gardens contain several heritage listed trees and are made up of smaller themed gardens including; the Italian Garden, the Japanese Garden, the Daffodil Meadow, the Peony Walk, Hydrangea Hill, the Topiary Gardens, the Bluebell Meadow, the Fern Gully and the Laburnum Arch.
In 2011 the property was gifted to a registered charity - The Stokes Collection Limited - with the intention of keeping the Forest Glade Gardens maintained and open to the public.
The Mount Macedon township is located east of the Mount Macedon summit, which is approximately 60 km north-west of Melbourne.
The name of Mount Macedon is apparently derived from Philip II, who ruled Macedon between 359 and 336BC. The mountain was named by Thomas Mitchell, the New South Wales Surveyor General.
Settled in the 1850s by gold miners and timber cutters, the railway arrived at the Mount Macedon township in 1861, providing a vital connection to Melbourne, and sealing the town's future as a 'hill station' resort for wealthy Melburnians escaping the summer heat in the 1870s. With the land deforested, large blocks were sold and beautiful and extensive gardens were planted around the newly built homes. The rich soil and good rainfall also made the area suitable for large orchards and plant nurseries who could send fruit and flowers back to Melbourne. Newspaper owner, David Syme, built a house, "Rosenheim" in 1869. It was acquired in 1886 for Victorian Governors to use as a country retreat, making Mount Macedon an attractive destination for the well heeled of Melbourne society. A primary school was built in Mount Macedon in 1874, and as the decades progressed, hotels, guest houses, shops, a Presbyterian Church and Church of England were built. In 1983, Mount Macedon was devastated by the Ash Wednesday Bush Fires. A large portion of the town was raised, and a number of lives were lost. However, like a phoenix from the ashes, Mount Macedon has risen and rebuilt. Today it is still a popular holiday destination, particularly during spring time when the well established gardens flourish with flowers and in autumn when the exotic trees explode in a riot of reds and yellows.
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muslim_Bagh
Muslim Bagh is a town of Qilla Saifullah District in the Balochistan province of Pakistan. According to Census of 1998, the population of Muslim Bagh is 70,361 (Male 37,303 and Female 33,058) and 10,188 household. Muslim Bagh (formerly called Hindu Bagh) is believed to be named after a garden planted by a Hindu saint and Later it was named as "Muslim Bagh" by former minister of that time "MOLVI SALEH MUHAMMAD MARDANZAI".
In some winters, Kan Mehtarzai and Muslim Bagh experience several feet of snow, though normal temperature is about 19-50 °F.
Various tribes of Kakar Pashtoon inhabit the Valley, in kakar tribes the most famous tribes Mardanzai,Sargarhai, Samkhail, sultan zai, Baigzai. Medium statured and well built these handsome people are mostly wheat complexioned but some of them are really fair and have blue eyes. Though in touch with the outside world for a long time they have retained their age-old traditions and are proud of them. Their hospitality is well known and the coming of a guest is always considered a blessing. There are seven Union council of Muslim Bagh.
Railways
This section of railways, when laid during the British Raj, was called the Zhob Valley Railway (ZVR). It has been out of service since 1986 but these days all the left over track is being uprooted and sold as scrap. This was once longest Narrow-Gauge Railways of the subcontinent. During First World War, a Railway line was laid from a place called Khanai (30 km north of Quetta) to a place called Hindubagh (renamed as Muslimbagh in 1960s). Hindubagh had Chrome mines, which was used in munitions of First World War. The railway line at that time was a private siding for the Balochistan Chrome Ore Company. The work started on Khanai-Hindubagh line in 1916 and was opened for rail traffic in 1921. In 1927, the Hindubagh to Qila Saifullah section was opened and finally the section up to Zhob was opened in 1929. The total length of this railway from Bostan to Zhob was 294 km, which made it the longest narrow gauge railway of the subcontinent in 1920s. It had 11 stations in between including the famous Kan Mehtarzai station which was the highest station in Pakistan at an altitude of 2224 metres (7295 feet).
For a long part of its journey, the railway followed the Zhob River and thus it was called the Zhob Valley Railway (ZVR).
Chromite
Chromite is the source of chromium used commercially and as an alloying element plays an important role in metallurgy. Balochistan is endowed with huge reserves of chromite. The first discovery was made at Muslim Bagh and Khanozai in district Kila Saifullah in 1901. Muslim Bagh deposits were first discovered by Vredenburg during the same period in the course of regional reconnaissance mapping of the province. Chromite mining has not been systematic but random and totally disorganised. It is mined by both open pit and underground methods. In Muslimbagh, Ras Koh Range and Wad areas, chromite is mostly mined by open pit method. However, due to podiform nature of the chromite, underground mining is also done. Use of donkeys for hauling the ore from underground is still in practice. The haulage machinery is also used. Presently, 300 to 500 tons of chromite are being produced at Muslim Bagh and Khanozai daily. It is taken in trucks to Karachi where it is crushed and packed in bags for export to foreign countries. The mineral is being sold between Rs30,000 to Rs45,000 in the local market. Price depends on chrome content. China is a big market for the Balochistan chromite. Production activity in the sector directly depends upon the export market. The Provincial Inspectorate of Mines is responsible for regulating the mining operations. Presently, a few local companies are engaged at Muslim Bagh. The sources added that during 1970s, Pakistan Chrom Mines (PCM) project was launched in Muslim Bagh area which was closed in 1989 due to financial constraints and lack of locally available technical staff. The land for mining is allotted under the Mines Act 1923 by the Directorate of Minerals, Balochistan. The provincial government levies 10 per cent sales tax. The export earnings from chromite during the period 1997-98 to 2001-02 have varied between Rs167 million to Rs404 million.
Archeology
The district has some archaeological sites mainly attributed to the Mughals. The ruins of an old fort called Mughalo Killa or "the fort of the Mughals" were found to the west of the Karezgai village, about 3¼ kilometres from Muslim Bagh, below which there is a spring of water which was reopened about 125 years ago. Fragments of ancient pottery were found in these ruins and it is said that old silver and copper coins were also found. The ruins of a fort called Khanki lie near Shina Khura about 25 kilometres east of Muslim Bagh. Local tradition asserts that the fort was held by Miro, a Mughal governor, who was miraculously overthrown by Sanzar Nika, the progenitor of the Sanzarkhel Kakars. There are also ruins of an old fort called the Mughalo Brunj in Murgha Faqirzai. Similar ruins occur near Toiwar, Sharan, Ismailzai and on the Zhar hill near Akhtarzai. There also exist ancient karezes, said to have been made in Mughal times, which may be considered as relics of archaeological interest. These include Karez Akhtarzai, Karez Soghai and Mustafa Karez in Killa Saifullah sub-division and 2 karezes in Sra Khulla, about 6½ kilometres from Muslim Bagh.
It is located at 30°49'31N 67°44'25E with an altitude of 1787 metres.
Orden:Passeriformes
Familia:Vireonidae
Género:Vireo
Nombre común: Vireo de ojo blanco.
Nombre científico:Vireo griseus
Nombre Ingles: White-eyed Vireo
Status Rep. Dominicana: Vagante
Lugar de captura: Eco Pond, Flamingo, Everglades National Park, Florida
Por: Cimarron mayor Panta.
LO QUE DEBE SABER TODO FOTOGRAFO CONSERVACIONISTA SOBRE LOS VIREOS:
Los vireos son una pequeña familia que se restringe exclusivamente al Nuevo Mundo. Son las aves más íntimamente relacionadas con los corvidos( cuervos) y su familia se puede dividir en tres grupos.
a) Los vireos verdaderos( género vireos)
b) Los Víreillos ( género Hylophilus)
c)Los alegrines y follajeros ( género Cyclarhis y Vireolanius)
Los víreos residen sobre todo en las partes septentrionales de Sudamerica, America centra o Mexico. Doce de las 13 especies que se reproducen en estados Unidos emigran hacia el sur durante el otoño. Unicamente los vireos verdaderos están representados en Norteamerica, al tiempo que los otros tres grupos tienen representacion en Latinoamerica.
DISTANCIA DE VIAJE: Esta puede variar desde 160 km hasta más de 4,800 km en los vireos de ojos rojos.
LIFER: Este fue mi primer encuentro con la especie y lo reconocí de inmediato. Para saber que estamos frente a un Vireo solo hay que mirarle los ojos y no niego que me recordé inmediatamente de nuestro vireo endémico, la Ciguita Juliana-Vireo nanus.
Todos los miembros de esta familia son portadores de colores apagados,complexion robusta y picos duros.Sus picos en la mayoría se caracteriza por un gancho cortante en la mandibula superior. Este gancho está ausente en los "Vireíllos".
Los vireos verdaderos se caracterizan por tener listas en las alas y anillos oculares blancuzcos o amarillentos.
La dieta de los víreos se compone fundamentalmente de insectos y artrópodos que persiguen continuamente en las capas del follaje y entre las hojas de los matorrales. La verdad que despues de miles de fotos entre las hojas, este vireo decidió percharse de forma aislada y se lo agradezco infinitamente. Todos los vireos consumen frutos en diferentes grados.
Su biología de reproduccion se conoce a partir de las especies que crían en Estados Unidos y Canada. Esta especie que estoy mostrando es capaz de cantar durante todo el año.
Una característica de los vireos es que los machos suelen cantar estando dentro del nido, como una forma de recordar a la hembra que venga a sustituírlo para el poder alimentarse.
Los que hemos visto los nidos construídos por el Vireo altiloquus o JULIAN CHIVI en nuestro país sabemos que son unos reales artistas y grandes arquitectos. Un nido colgante escogiendo a tres ramas, finamente decorado con tiras de cortezas de arboles,musgos la cual adhesionan utilizando telas ds arañas y lo decoran con cascaras de huevos de arañas y una capa interior de tallas finos de hierbas. Generalmente el detalle del forro interior de los nidos es responsabilidad de la hembra y de la parte exterior se ocupa el macho.
SU PRINCIPAL AMENAZA! EL DEMONIO NEGRO DEL PAJARO VAQUERO-MOLOTHRUS BONARIENSIS.
Los vireos son enormemente susceptibles al parasitismo del pajaro vaquero, el mafioso que no hace nido,si no que roba nidos ajenos, le rompe los huevos al dueño y le pone los suyos para que le incuben y le alimenten a los hijos.
Esto reduce notablemente las posibilidades de que las crías salgan adelante.
El VIREO DE BELL, Ha sido tan acosado por el pajaro vaquero que ha aprendido a enterrar los huevos del vaquero puestos en su nido agregando mas material con el fin de taparlos y no incubar huevos ajenos.
STATUS MUNDIAL DE SU SITUACION:
DE LAS 32 especies de vireos, cinco están globalmente amenazadas de extinción. Tres especies de Vireos están en riesgo por la perdida de su hábitat. Dos especies mas de vireos endemicos como el de la montañas azules y el de Noronhna endemicos de Islas, estan amenazados.
Bueno, dejo la pista caliente con lo externado inicialmente.
Este fin de semana NO VOY a contar carros en la avenida, así que estaré vigilante de quien viole el código cimarrónico.
Gran fin de semana amigos.
Cimarron mayor Panta.
There were a number of pipe bands in the Castlebar St. Patrick's Day parade. I love taking pictures of pipers as they generally have interesting faces - certainly as far as I am concerned this man has a wonderful and typically Irish face!