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what better way to cool off on a sweltering day than to plunge into the polar pool? He was enjoying himself so much--- I really wanted to join him for a bit! Check out that contented smile :)
Posh Bear, Bertie and Sky sat on the sofa having just eaten a feast of honey. They all looked very contented bears but Posh Bear could sense that Sky was in deep thought about something.
“That was very nice honey, I like that runny stuff more than the more solid type.” Said Posh Bear.
“It was very nice Posh; I shouldn’t have eaten a whole jar as they are big jars.” Said Bertie rubbing his tummy.
“You’ll be fine Bertie, just sit and relax and let the man fuss about trying to take pictures.” Said Posh.
“Posh I was thinking, I’m quite “not new” now, and yet I don’t know half the things that you know or even what Bertie knows. Do you think I’ll ever know as much as other bears?” Said Sky looking a little sad.
“That depends, Sky. You see knowledge, like adventures, they don’t just come to us so we have to go seeking them out. If you try, Sky, in time you can do anything at all. It takes perseverance, and the desire to want to do it.” Said Posh.
“Yes, Sky, you need to want to learn things and not rely upon others to do them for you all the time. There are some things that you simply can’t do yet, and that is fine, but you could try and do a lot more apart from ordering and eating honey.” Said Bertie.
Sky sat silently thinking over what had been said to him and was about to speak when Posh Bear began talking again.
“A long time ago, Sky, when I was growing up, I remember there being a pink elephant that had little red hearts all over it. She was a lovely elephant that was always excited and wanted to do things but most of the other bears teased her and said she was just a silly elephant. Well, one day Nellie said she wanted to go high into the sky and float; not forever, but for a little while. She said she wanted to know what it felt like to float.”
“Wow! That’s impossible Posh, elephants can’t float. I think she should have got an ellicopter like Ellie has if she wanted to go high in the air.” Said Sky.
“Now, that was the general opinion of everyone. Elephants don’t float in the air, simple as that. Nellie sat down and thought about the problem and then she went and asked everyone she thought might be able to help her to work out a way on how to achieve her dream. It didn’t help, for everyone told her the same, elephants can’t float in the air. At first, she was slightly disheartened, but then while reading a huge book that a hooman had left out she discovered something that may just help her float.”
“It sounds dangerous even if it were possible. I think she should forget about it.” Said Bertie.
“Nellie wasn’t to be put off for it was important to her to achieve her dream. She used the hooman’s speaking box and ordered what she thought she would need and then waited for everything to arrive. While she waited, she drew pictures of what she thought she might have to build in order for this to work. After a few sleeps, she had everything she had ordered, and so with the help of everyone it was carried out onto a big green space at the back of the box shaped thing they lived in.”
“What did she have Posh?” Asked Sky.
“I’m coming to that, Sky. Nellie placed the small wicker basket on the ground and then tied some strings to the corners of the basket. The other ends of the string were tied to the four corners of a square of cloth and then she placed some big stones in the basket. Now Nellie placed a rubber balloon over the nozzle of a canister, there was a loud hissing sound, then Nellie removed the balloon and tied a knot in the end while it was under the cloth that was attached to the basket. Nellie got into the basket, everyone watched expecting to be laughing when all this failed, for they all knew that an elephant couldn’t float in mid-air. Nellie bent down and picked up the rocks and dropped them out of the basket and the more she removed the more she saw everyone shaking their heads. Nellie was confident that this was going to work and it simply had to for she wanted to float like a cloud, high in the air. As the last rock was thrown out, so the basket started to lift off the ground and she started to climb higher and higher and suddenly everyone was looking up at her as she floated in the air. Up she went seeing birds as they flew by and almost touching a cloud and then she came to a stop. Nellie looked about and listened, it was so quiet and she liked that; what is more she was really floating. It was a while before she decided to float back down to the ground, but when she did, Nellie took a sharp pin and stuck it into the balloon. The basket using the cloth as what hooman’s call a parachute, slowly floated back to the ground.”
“Wowsers, Posh Bear, what did everyone say when she floated back down again?” Asked Bertie.
“Not much actually, but they never doubted Nellie again. You see Sky, if you really want something, you need to do the work and then try it out just as Nellie did. You are a clever bear using the man’s picture ordering thingy, but you can do so much more if you really do want to.” Said Posh Bear.
“But…but…but I don’t want to float in the air, Posh.” Said Sky looking concerned.
Posh Bear shook his head then turned to Bertie.
“Bertie, why don’t you take Sky away and explain to him the lesson in the story?”
“Okay Posh, but if Sky doesn’t want to float, he doesn’t want to float, and I am not going to tell him he has to.” Said Bertie as he and Sky got up and walked away shaking their heads.
I don’t really know why it took so long for the notion to remove my shoes and socks thudded somewhere between my ears and announced itself. The proverbial bolting horse had long since abandoned the stable and was grazing contentedly several fields away by now and my feet were distinctly damp, but remove the moistened green trail runners I did and the socks along with them, placing them at a judicious distance further up the beach. I rolled my trouser legs up around my shins as far as gravity would allow, but of course it never works properly. I’d have put my wellies on as usual but I’d been talked into parking outside a total stranger’s house in a quiet cul de sac that Lee and his wife had discovered recently and I didn’t want to hang around waiting for the occupants to introduce themselves.
Cornwall is bulging with visitors throughout the summer months, especially at a time when so many of us in Britain have decided not to cross international borders, and I usually shy away from popular places at this time of the year, waiting for the quieter seasons to return so I can wander around in peace. So it was my first visit to the coast in a while, absorbed in tales of last month’s visit to Wales as I have been (and there are more of those to follow), but some of the familiar hallmarks of an evening by the sea were at hand, ready to ease me back into my most regular of haunts at Gwithian. The creased brow as I searched out a suitable foreground; the sun disappearing behind a bank of low cloud before we could even get started; my favourite lens cloth making its one hundred and eighteenth bid for freedom as it escaped my coat pocket and did its best to get carried out to sea. How on earth that eight square inches of rag remains in my possession after so long I’ve really no idea. The fact that it’s the one I almost lose on such a regular basis tells you how often I have it close at hand in preference to the others in the bag.
We were further from the lighthouse than usual and I’d decided to look for patterns in the sand to use in whatever my shot might be instead. Dave was doing similar while Lee, a man who changes his camera more often than most of us change our toothbrushes returned to the higher ground of the dunes behind us to test out his new acquisition – a bargain basement eBay special. I struggle enough to understand one camera so I’ve really no idea how he manages to change from an entire system to another with apparent ease. A paraglider hovered above us, and the obligatory dog walkers came and went with their canine companions. As we began to settle, three hundred odd runners moved at varying speeds from west to east along the long stretch of sand between Hayle and Godrevy. I vaguely remembered somebody telling me that Freedom Racing had returned with the coastal Summer Sessions events after a year of absence. I’d taken part in each of the last three annual races here in those green trail runners lying a few yards behind my back, and knew that while the elite athletes would cover the ten kilometres in comfortably under forty minutes, the tail enders would be out on the course until after dark. For a moment I sensed again the guilt of not keeping up with my running exploits of recent years, but then I remembered I needed to find some foreground if I wanted a shot.
I tried some paw prints left by one of those happy pooches not long earlier, and then I trained the camera on a couple of long strands of seaweed, which were pointing enigmatically towards the sea that they’d arrived from. Then I noticed Dave had found a dead Compass Jellyfish on the shore. Once you notice one you realise you’ve been blind to the many that surround you at the water’s edge. Every few yards of inspection would reveal another expired glutinous mass lying inert in the sand, unearthly forms that clearly have no business being on dry land. Quite why they're here in such numbers I dread to think. Over and over I’d try to catch one as the incoming surf washed over it, only for the tripod and the dead jellyfish to move at the vital moment. Inevitably my subject would find itself washed a few yards further up the beach, and inevitably it would be lying upside down after its short journey.
Dave had finished, and he wandered back towards me to see how I was getting on; as it happened at the exact moment when I got what I’d been hoping for. So far my screen showed a series of blurs, but finally a generous and gentle sheen of seawater advanced towards us and this time the jellyfish stayed rooted to the sand for just long enough as we hooted with laughter at the absurdity of what we were doing. The incoming wave continued further up the beach, collecting a pair of green trail runners as it retreated. Saved in the nick of time my shoes were now as sodden as the sea itself. I looked at the back of the camera once more and this time the result looked promising. Around us the light turned into shadows and the adventure was complete. We wandered back over the dunes in the gathering dusk, smiling through the darkness at the fun we'd had and hoping we might eventually work out how to get back to the car. Lee sat patiently waiting on a wall, perhaps having forgotten that we’d arrived here in my car. Which of course meant that I had the keys.
It was one of the more bizarre outings of recent times, but all the more memorable for it. Most importantly, it felt great to be out in the local stomping ground once more. Autumn waits in the wings, and so does the playground we call home.
Content and so very relaxed, sat here in this pretty dress and heels is exactly the reason I am on this planet.
When the golden time arrived, the setting couldn't have been more beautiful and romantic. Between the dips of the mountains, I saw a glowing sun reflecting off a still sea. The sand and docks was glowing, and the sun gently smothered every surface it touched.
A Long exposure taken on Sharp Island , Sai Kung, Hong Kong
16 years ago on a cold Christmas day two feral kittens were born in a wooden garden shed. We caught her and her sister with a have-a-heart trap and a can of tuna fish, still one of her favorites today. They were given lots of love and became in my words "the sweetest girls in the whole world." They provided us much happiness and comfort over the years. Sadly her sister passed two years ago and after a period of grieving she soldiers on.
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Contented looking Grey Seal Pup at Donna Nook. He (or she) has about 3 weeks to fatten up on his mother's rich milk before she mates again and leaves him to fend for himself.
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As soon as I saw this guy sitting in our garden, I immediately thought that he looked like a contented king surveying his kingdom from his throne...which perhaps he is in the nature world.
I do like to try new things out especially in the makeup market and although I am more than happy with the foundation I use its always worth trying something different. I have been using over the summer months Boots time delay BB cream in a light shade. yes that's my secret to looking 55 instead of 47 or should that be the 35 instead of 47? either way any little help to keep the sings of ageing away are always welcome.
Any way being a bb cream its lighter than my normal foundation but the coverage is almost as good it just needs a little more in the troublesome areas.
For my visit to janet and as modelled in this image I used a foundation by NO7 in the stay perfect range colour cool vanilla. I have mixed feelings about this partly because it doesn't cover that well in the top lip chin department but it does look more naturel and less of a mask. so I think a little more experimentation is needed to get the right result.
Squirrels in trees usually don’t hold still long enough for me to shoot them, but this one did. Doncha love the smile?
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Everytime I look at this shot I think of Yoda...
This contented pair of birds on the edge of the flock decided to do a little feather upkeep. " The pair that preens together...."
This contented young ginger tom gives a sleepy bow in greeting.
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This is another of my kitties, Stevie, looking very happy and pampered after just getting petted and scratched.
JAKE in top pic BAILEY in comment below.
Both purred nonstop when I arrived home.
2 very happy orange kitties!
Arrived home @ 2 AM this morning. A lot of waiting in airports for delayed flights.
What would have been a 3 hr flight gate to gate (had it been a direct flight) took FOREVER.
We left Naples @ 1530 yesterday to return the car rental and didn't get to bed in Montreal until 3 AM.
So total is a day of unpacking, laundry and giving lots of love to my 2 orange boys
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I am back to the grind tomorrow working day shifts.
Have a great week ahead everyone, and enjoy your Sunday.
Bonkers on the bed last night. I took this picture in grayscale but with Bonkers' coloration, it's really hard to tell... Anyway, Bonkers was very affectionate and happy, as he was the only cat in the bedroom and got 100% of my attention. It was hard not to pay attention to him as he was sitting on my tummy, expecting to be pet.
Sheep contentedly grazing or resting; plenty of lush pasture, water for the asking. What more could you want? A hazy, windy, but warm, winter's day in Tasmania.
During this holiday season I found a job working with a security company that covers the Denver Performing Arts Complex. www.artscomplex.com/ Patrons are required to show proof of vaccination and wear masks, so we are checking documents as they enter.
It was a long 11 hours on my first day, but it was kind of fun checking docs as the crowd arrived for three different shows. There are some peak times with crazy surges but lots of relaxed hours as people arrive early to get their docs checked and avoid the line later.
It was bitter cold, but I had lots of layers and felt good. I enjoyed
the festive mood of people coming to see the Nutcracker and Lion King.
Most of them were polite, gracious and grateful. My favorites were the families with little kids coming to see the Nut Cracker.
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