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Full belly and her mother's arms....
Florabella textures - Champagne (warm)
Hat by Joco - my lovely and talented BFF!
This little fellow found a quiet, secluded place to nap in the sun. He was up a big, old live-oak tree with nice sprawling branches.
American Alligator (Alligator mississippiensis) - Peacock's Pocket Road, Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, Wilson, Florida
After a good meal there's nothin' like layin' in the grass,
and waitin' for dessert!
Click 2 times to the right of his nose to magnify the image and scroll through this guy from nosde to tail.
I often forget to have pictures taken of me on my hikes so on this occasion I passed the camera to my pal to record me sat taking in the summit views.
Mount Teide summit.
Much to my wife's disgust I tend to keep my luggage to a minimum when I travel to hike. Unfortunately there wasn't quite room for a razor on this trip.
What else can one expect in a mother's arms? And what more can we expect to receive or give in the arms of whomever is our beloved?
This is my entry to the single word, less is more, challenge. No one can express contentment better than my cat Raj. Used Kim Klassen's "Portrait" texture and blur.
All snug for the night in the Hilleberg Soulo. Not quite in the right place for an amazing sunset but I could race up the hill and not quite make it in time gaining no advantage whereas this is a good pitch and useful position for tomorrow as a base.
Evening shadows lengthen meantime with great views over Lochan Fada to Slioch and beyond. Amazing scenery and a landscape untouched by the hand of man.
121 in 2021.
20. Contentment
On one of the lovely warm days last week I did a walk from Turville Heath. On such a day there were plenty of walkers about, enjoying the warm weather, and the start of the relaxation of lockdown rules meaning we can spread our wings and venture further afield for a walk.
Glorious Nature
Bird of Contentment
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Chasing Dreams Texture
Crystal Blue
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This is Koda the Magnificat, and his fire hydrant. He attaches to objects. And, no, he doesn’t pee on it. He has certain toys and objects he attaches too, and knows by names. He even has, what I call; communication balls. You can see them throughout our photostream. He truly does use them to communicate. Now, Contentment, is something, Koda and I both struggle with. We are both Targeted. But before I get into that, I’d like to talk about his fire hydrant. Get comfy folks; this is going to be one of those long winded bitches. I’ll forewarn you, there is some strong language. There is no sex, nudity or smoking. I repeat; no smoking.
The fire hydrant, we bought in Arizona. The outside temperature reading from my car was 116 degrees. This was reflective heat, as we stopped on the side of a road. Koda and I, were scouting for new campsites. We were looking for a lake and came across this man. He was on the side of the road; a very rural intersection. Setting outside of his van, selling lawn ornaments. We stopped for directions, and he was more than helpful. It was a Saturday, HOT!, So, no one was stopping. I had cold water on ice, asked if he would like some. He told me politely, “No thank you”. I think he was afraid to except it, not knowing what may be in it.
I asked him about his ornaments. He told me his uncle made them in Mexico. Living in our motorhome, nothing really fit. Until, I noticed this one fire hydrant. Koda, in the car, he gave me that; hell no Dad, look. It was that hot. The guy began to talk about his family. I listened; pride gleaming from his face, sweat, rolling off a brow. I asked him about the fire hydrant. He gave me a price. Before I could respond, he lowered it; a lot. It broke my heart. This man’s eagerness to drop the price that low. Probably; just to make a sale and put some money in his pocket. Lets just say; I bought the fire hydrant.
I didn’t look at this mans color, ask about his citizenship. He was a human being. This could have been my father, anyone's father. He was sweating his ass off; trying to provide for his family. What could be more American than that!
As we finished up; the Vultures involved in Gang Stalking (Domestic Terrorism), started showing up. I wanted this man to forgo, these parasites. Wasting his time or possibly, chipping away at his dignity; so they can feel better about themselves. I got in the car. They followed us to the lake. Waiting, for us to leave the car, so they could tamper with something.
Now, lets talk about Contentment. Koda, gets Targeted, just like me. Perpetrators (that’s what they are), involved in Gang Stalking, Target him; to harass and attempt to bait me. As soon as I finished this set of pictures, with my Samsung S21, we went inside our motorhome. Within a couple minutes; a Tan, Chevy Astro Van, pulls in a couple hundreds yards behind us. It’s not the first time we’ve seen this van. Since my last post (In Your Head), the gunfire has stopped. Each time we step outside of the motorhome.
They could be waiting for me to step out with Koda. This time it could be a remote controlled car, zooming feet, past our camp. Our, maybe, they will stand 20-25 yards, directly in front of our screen door; until Koda starts barking. They are parked behind us, so they can bee seen, from several windows; if Koda tries hard. And, he does. This is his motorhome, his house. Don’t Fuck with it! Other than that, he’s a tail wagging, kissing fool; if you let him be.
I started doing dishes, and could care less about the van. Koda, was laying just off to my feet. We had a busy week, so I had a few dishes to wash. I’m thinking about the fire hydrant, and my family. My father, a Puerto Rican; moved to the Midwest, after the Korean war. He suffered from extreme PTSD. He never discussed it, or the war. Never sought treatment. I didn’t know of this, until I became an adult. He still didn’t talk about it. What he did do; was raise 6 kids, many times working two jobs. Then, babysitting his grand-kids. Sharing his selfless time, spreading love and kindness. He would reach out to any neighbor in need. Some, to his dying day, still judge him for the color of his skin.
I remember as a young boy, not in school yet. Dad, would take us to the barber. I had two brothers at the time, now have three. We went to the same barber all the time. The three of us boys would get what was called at the time; a Pineapple. It was pretty mush as buzz cut, with just a couple inches of bangs; trimmed to perfection. I’m talking 4 inches wide, 2 1/2 inches long, and cool as shit at the time.
Yep, we couldn’t wait for dad to take us to get Pineapples. The barber would play Puff the Magic Dragon. And, he would give us suckers before we left. We loved it, don’t judge me….
This time, the barber was closed. We didn’t know why. The sign just said “Sorry Closed”. Dad, drove around, for what seemed like hours. We finally stopped by a drug store, we used to shop at a lot. My brother and I, were accused of stealing candy from that drugstore. The man told my mom (who was a white as the background I’m typing on); it was on a previous visit. It may have been when we were with dad. I didn’t remember, but we definitely didn’t, steel any candy.
We finally walked into the barber shop, by that drug store. I couldn’t remember being in there before. The barber was standing by a sink, a man, reading a paper, in one of the chairs. The guy at the sink looked at dad and said “We don’t serve your kind”. The guy in the chair, didn’t even move the paper to look at us. Dad, said something like, lets go boys, and we went home. He didn’t talk about it. We did go back to our regular barber soon after. Life was grand again; I was like 4, 4 ½. If I were 5, I may have said something, or bitch-slaped someone.
I’ve just touched a few moments, of my father’s and mother’s, couragase life. Now lets talk about my daughter. This was a young girl that had the grade school kids; call her the “China Girl”. This was on bus rides, to and from school. This is the young girl that excelled at everything she touched, or learned. She loved learning, she broke records in golf, as a freshman. I told her, she could do anything she wanted in life, with and education.
She had her peers, put a Korean Flag on her locker. Writing on it; “Go Back To Korea”. She had her peers, put an article on her locker, about a devastating fire at my work place. I think they wrote Ha, Ha, Ha, on that one. Her peers, put over eight dead animals in our front yard. They put a decomposed raccoon, in our mail box. She had a death threat. I pulled her from that school, and got her enrolled in an alternative school.
She graduated at 17, and went to collage. She was working part time, in our small town. Paying her expenses. So she could get to and from school. At her work parking lot, they carved a big “Fuck You”, on the hood of her car. They slashed the shit out of her convertible top. She taped it up with duck tape. Drove 40 miles, in the freezing, snowing, winter, weather; to collage. Mitch McConnell, Nancy Pelosi; where were you when my daughter needed you? Where have you been the last 20-30 years? Look at what you have brought this country too. Fuck, already, retire!
OK, folks; lets not rally the Billy Bobs, their Sister’s Daughter/Wives’s, and big pick-ups, for rounds of violence. It’s not the answer. I don’t condone it. Educated yourself on the candidates. Pathetically, both parties, don’t represent the American People anymore. God, now, I’m going to have more want-to-bees, following us around, holding up their cellphone, and touching their ear bud.
Really, guys, this shit really happens. Right in the public eye. You don’t believe me Mr. CIA, FBI, Homeland Security Directors. All you have to do; is look at the security cameras. Maybe the ones at the Grand Junction Walmart. Or, the many, Walmarts, Koda and I visit. You will see employees; waiting for us at the door, rushing to cut us off with carts, block us with carts and bodies. Throwing arms and objects into the air. Blocking the items I purchase on a regular bases. Rushing, to beat us to the bathroom. In case I should stand up for myself and dog. Rather than cower and rush away, while being baited, or harassed. Using groups of people in the community to do the same. You can see the woman, our last trip. She used 3 young teenage boys; to try and bait, block, Koda and I. She even jumped in, to to show them how to properly do it. Shit, before Koda and I got back to camp; I had a hemorrhoid adds, popping up on my cellphone. I’m sure you have agents that may, regularly monitor Walmart cameras.
Or, you guys can look at the Grand Junction, VA cameras, on 7-8-22. You may see two nurses, eagerly trying to bait Koda and I. While preforming Street Theater at the same time. Or maybe you will see a nurse set Koda and I; in front of an automatic door, to do a basic eye exam. While, having other staff pushing the automatic door button. The door, hitting Koda and I. He, laying at my feet; like he’s trained to do.
You might be able to see the veterans outside Gaslighting. As we come and go. Yes, there are veterans gullible enough to fall into this shit. I do want to give a shout out to the great Doctor, I did see. And, two of the volunteers; that were helpful and gracious. Koda, gave one a kiss of gratitude. I normally don’t allow him to make contact with others, while working. She was well deserving.
Seriously Mr. Directors; you telling the American people, you don’t know the who, or how US Citizens are being attacked by Electronic Weapons, on US soil. While our Defense Spending; what, is 800 billion, now. WTF! Does someone need to refine these Electronic Weapons, even smaller? So they can be further used; on US Citizens, on US soil, in plain sight. Some, are already hand held. Come on guys; how long have they been refining them, since the early 60s, maybe 50s. We never get a truthful answer.
Mr. FBI Director; your agency has been aware of Gang Stalking (Domestic Terrorism), for Decades now, and does nothing about it. You go on about China’s threat of spying. We have Americans (US Citizens), illegally spying on their own American neighbors! I hate to break it to you. We are acting like China. You expose the truth in the United States of America; your life is destroyed.
Shit, folks, now Koda and I, are going to have more dark vehicles, boxing us off on the roadways. I bet, there will be low flying aircraft; circling, hovering our motorhome. Ten minutes after I post. Or, as soon Koda and I step outside; searching desperately for contentment.
Mr. Homeland Security Secretary; you just plainly SUCK. If one of you guys would grab your tiny balls, find an ounce of courage. The courage I saw in my father, that I see in my mother. I see so proudly in my daughter, and even my dog. You guys could help Democracy 100%. We could have our nation back. If you can’t summon that courage, resign. Do us all that favor…. Then you can all publish your books, be paid contributors, to what is supposed to be news agencies, and make your millions.
Oh shit, that sounded offensive, but I’m offended, Americans are offended! Stop blaming everything and everyone, but yourselves. This shit has been going on for decades, some for centuries.
People, violence is not the answer. Take a moment to think, before you act on hearsay. We don’t need to spy on each other. Fuck Whats-his-face. Take a breath, think and educate yourself properly. This will be a better country. We are all human beings, animals treat each other better than we do, at this point.
What I post is based on 14 years, of being a Targeted Individual, in the United States of America. It is based on facts, evidence, that has been collected, copied and shared. Telling the Truth in United States of America, will cost you dearly. Let me do it for you.
Before I go, there was another picture I could have shared with you. It’s of Koda, his face shoved between a 6 gallon water container, and the foot of our bed. This was not before he gave me a few hard nose bumps to the leg. Then, a long stare. Not until I said “Its OK, its OK”, did he leave my side. Then, he went and hid, at the foot of our bed. We were receiving an Electronic Weapons Attack. This shit is real! You see, among many things; Koda is a Medical Alert Dog. He truely is Magnificat!
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it's ridiculous what the sun does to us :-) there is some strange activity going on in the background -.-
This beautiful little lamb was resting in the sunlight shining into its barn, contented that's for sure.
It had wonderfully long eye lashes too.
Yong animals always look so cute and this lamb was no exception.
365: The 2015 Edition (56/365)
I love seeing Shyla so utterly content in our mountain world. She snoozed in the sunshine this morning, while resting on a lichen-covered boulder that was partially covered in snow.
Pelicans at Queenscliff, Victoria, Marine National Parks.
Regarded as one of the healthiest reserves in the bay, Swan Bay is an excellent example of an ecosystem with seagrass, intertidal mudflats and salt marshes. An international wetlands protection treaty recognises its significance. During summer and autumn, visitors will see black swans, pelicans and comorants. Rare orange-bellied parrots feed in winter on the salt marshes.
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