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Last evening I loaded two beds onto the Hilux. My beds are overdue for their routine maintenance. It's a cliche about how far we drive to get to the mailbox, and how distance is measured in the number of cans of beer consumed between departure and destination. Preposterous! One must never drink and drive! One might spill some. It will be a reasonable day out — from quirky little pony studs, past places with names like prickle farm to proper jobs where the adjective describes a station. I'm headed for big sky country.
If I call up for a service technician or asked for a delivery, there is usually a momentary silence, then a polite question: "You live where?" The inevitable click is followed by the dial tone. It's not happening. So I fix it myself, or take it to someone who cares.
When I say my beds are due some maintenance, I don't mean vacuuming up the bed bugs, and so on. What I've loaded up are iron and brass frames from the estate. Neither is in what you'd call "as new" condition. One I know was found, or at least, parts of it were found, in a rustic slab-built, dirt-floored farm shed. It has history. I, to this day do not know how a poddy lamb got into the house and was found standing on said bed. The second, like Anne Hathaway's inheritance of Shakespeare's second best bed, is quite likely not the second best in normally understood terms. Most recently it was acquired from a lady vendor on the simple basis that the porcelain spindles were not broken. When I say recently, I mean after the poddy lamb episode but before many other years.
Let's be clear about this: the number of iron and brass bed craftsmen can be counted on one thumb. I can't pick and choose, and fairly, I wouldn't want to. Instead I'm off on a road trip equivalent in length from, say, London to Dundee, or New York to Ohio. Why? So the cheeky devil at the other end can tell me that the second best bed is, in fact, the foot end of two different beds — explaining why the gorgeous little rosettes on the "head" faced to the wall and not inwards. No worry, he'll just cut that off, turn it around, weld it up and job's a good 'un. Or we we can go around to Grumble Bums place, aka his father, to whom he was apprenticed. He might have one in his shed, or that shed over there, or in this shipping container… He didn't.
On a road trip this long, and after all that beer, comfort stops are necessary. Here in a most pleasant Morris Park, in Canowindra, there is a customary notice of the Spring pastime of swooping magpies. Stop! Look again. A long drive it has been, but not an intercontinental drive. Here on a placard notifying the behaviour of a native Australian bird is a cartoon representation of a Eurasian Magpie. I blame the interweb; that and intellectual laziness akin to that which would normally see Victorian era beds, like mine, flung on the scrapheap.
And the tree said to the rock " Get out of my way before I consume you"....apparently, the rock ignored the tree.
2019 july 22
title: all consuming
abstract optical materialism paintograph with household materials
Camera: Pentax K-50 16 Mpixel Digital SLR + Carl Zeiss Tessar 2.8/50mm
As we were driving between locations in N. Georgia around Clayton, we stumbled by this old farmhouse. Looked a bit scary so I processed it for that effect. Mother Nature is taking it back.
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After consuming almost an entire 18" pizza/ a family sized pizza meant to feed 4 adults or 8 small children, I decided my poor stomach/digestive system probably needed a bit of relief. Pictured here are raw vegan rice paper rolls!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Filled with avocado, sesame seeds, red cabbage, raw corn, capsicum, purple and regular kale and drizzled with lemon juice.
YUM.
Great blue heron chicks after consuming an afternoon meal. Two Great Egret chicks seem baffled by all the commotion, Venice Rookery, Venice, Florida
photo essay taken at Ironwood Hills in SL: /maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Yardley%20Manor/83/240/31
A special project I've been working on for a local church depicting "being on fire", in reference to being on "fire" in the faith and being alive through the holy spirit! This isn't the final product, as you might see some wires still hanging around but I just wanted to show you guys what I've been up to! More stuff to be posted later!
Consuming... consuming... until they become one...
Built for BioCup 2024 Round One
Theme: Energy
Sub-theme: Chemical
I accidentally discovered this abandoned house when I was on my way to Tai O Heritage Hotel in Lantau Island. What intrigued me was the way the tree roots climbed on both sides of the building. That tells me this building must be pretty old. Incidentally, there are petroglyphs dated back to the Bronze Age near this area.
Explore #45, February 20th, 2019
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Facts:
Scientific name: Wasp is a general term. If this is a common wasp (which it appears to be), the Latin name is Vespula vulgaris.
Order: Hymenoptera (same as ants and bees).
Wasp species number: There are over 30,000 known species of wasps worldwide.
Diet: Unlike bees, wasps are predators and scavengers, feeding on insects and sugary substances.
Eyes: Wasps have compound eyes, which give them a wide field of vision and excellent motion detection.
Wings: Two pairs of transparent wings that lock together during flight with a series of tiny hooks (hamuli).
Stinger: Only females sting, and unlike bees, most wasps can sting multiple times.
Social or solitary? Many wasps are social (like Vespula), but most species are solitary.
Pollinators too: Despite their fearsome reputation, wasps play a role in pollination.
Wasps vs. bees: Wasps are generally less hairy, have narrower waists, and are more aggressive hunters than bees.
Fun Facts:
A wasp's sting contains venom that breaks down cell membranes, causing pain and inflammation, but also helping them digest prey!
Wasp nests are made of chewed wood fibers, essentially creating a type of natural paper.
In Japan, the giant hornet (Vespa mandarinia) is known as the "yak-killer hornet" - though thankfully, your specimen is much friendlier!
Some wasp species are used in biological pest control, as they lay eggs in or on pest insects, which their larvae then consume.
Also, be sure your wheelchair brakes are working.
And, share the way. “Sidewalk rage” will not be tolerated.
Commentary.
Dry chalk valleys like this are common
in the North and South Downs.
They are evidence of a time when the
water-table was much higher.
Vast quantities of melt-water will
have poured down these hills,
off ice-caps whose southerly edge
fringed the London Basin,
ten to twelve thousand years ago.
This winding, deep-cut combe looks as though
it may have been chiselled out by the Devil himself.
Actually, sheep have done more to distinguish some
key features of these hills.
Their relentless chomping steadily reduced the
wooded bluffs as they consumed saplings
as well as grass.
Now the lush turf bears Bee Orchids,
Skylarks, Fallow Deer and Roman Snails
instead of Beech, Yew and Ash forests,
making for the smooth-lined Downs of
this National Park.
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You cannot go back. You can only move forward.
This picture definitely means a lot to me because it really just sums up how i've been feeling for the past few months.
& this is my first time using a texture! I really love how this turned out. I'm definitely going to be using textures more often in my pictures now.
This photo holds the moment when the lines begin to move, not just across your skin, but into your spirit. They mesmerize, like whispers of a pattern you’ve known. It’s as if the light is sending a message to your future self, a quiet reminder to align, to be present, to flow with the rhythm of life. In these shadows and stripes, there’s order, there’s chaos, and there’s you, somewhere between, becoming whole.
"Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed."
-Blaise Pascal
I can tell you that I passed up on possibly some of the best images in my life on a misty morning. The rays of light were piercing through tree lines and falling onto the dew dropped fields. It was a mystical atmosphere I will never forget... I passed up photos because i was on my way to work.. That will NEVER happen again.... I wasn't going to pass up these opportubities after a storm..