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I am not sure if this is digging, really.
A sort of Sisyfos work is what springs to mind after having watched the excavator for a while.
A fun little detail is that the platform the excavator stands on is not anchored to the bottom.
It moved around quite a bit, but I guess there´s a thought behind that too.
With Penyghent providing the backdrop and in typically wet and windy S&C condition's, 46115 "Scots Guardsman" digs into the climb to Ribblehead near Salt Lake Cottages with the down Thames-Clyde Express.
19:15
I've been thinking -- the first aid kit I found in the kitchen, it's new. Brand new, and very well-stocked. It has the construction company logo on it, so I guess that's who provided it -- in case a worker was injured. Which makes sense, but...
It just seems...damn convenient. I can't tell if I'm being unreasonably paranoid. I like to keep my paranoia reasonable. I want to go up to the third floor for the best chance at cell reception, but I don't want to leave Ramirez alone.
I wish I knew whether to feel sorry for him, and protective, or smug and self-righteous about what happened to him.
If he's NOT involved, and he WAS actually attacked -- I guess I can feel extra crappy, later, if it turns out he has nothing to do with any of this.
I'm making us something to eat. At least the wood burning appliances haven't yet been replaced by electric ones or we'd be down to breakfast bars and trail mix.
20:03
Soup, crackers, and coffee have warmed and relaxed us. Ramirez is using the brandy for a painkiller, but I'm going to steer clear and stay clear. Someone might try to get in here and I need to be ready.
20:45
Ramirez isn't feeling much pain, now. He's starting to consider the cool factor of the eventual scar. He's pretty darn cute when he's helpless and tipsy.
I need to focus.
When he's like this, I feel guilty for thinking he might be involved in this scam -- IF it is a scam. That's not to say I believe the house and estate are haunted, but there could be odd... things going on, mixed in with the direct, human involvement. I don't dismiss "odd" out-of-hand.
I'd like for Ramirez to not be involved in this, obviously, but I can't believe blindly. He's asked me to read aloud to him from some of the journals. He says working on that will take his mind off the pain and help to pass the time. I pointed out that he probably didn't feel any pain already, but that I could use the distraction too.
21:48
We've been going through all of the diaries, journals, and notes; jotting down points of interest and dates, or guesses at dates, putting together a timeline of events. There are inconsistencies, glaring ones.
The stillborn baby seems to be the focal point, things are relatively normal until that event. Well, American Gothic normal, I suppose.
There's talk of rats, a lot of talk, and some property disputes with locals, but it was after the baby's death that things got "out of control odd." Supposedly, the wife was sent abroad to recover after the stillbirth, but the maid writes about her downward spiral in health and spirits like she never left, and also remarks on the husband's health deteriorating. He apparently became obsessed with the spirit world of the Native Americans in the area, the same ones with whom he was having the property disputes.
The husband's new spiritual interest is apparently what brings the Native American man in the painting, to the estate.
Oddly, though the husband's journals indicate he sent his wife away almost immediately after the death of their child, the maid's diaries suggest that some time passes -- maybe as much as a year. Ramirez has begun adding the Latin translations to our timeline. These journals were kept by the family friend, the doctor, and he had another opinion about things.
He insists the infant's death was unpreventable and even "a blessing." He says the child was "imperfectly made" and that those imperfections caused the infant's death. He must have meant some kind of terrible birth defects.
Ramirez isn't sure if the doctor's delicate description of the infant's condition was a product of the era, or an effort to spare the husband and wife's sensibilities, in the event they were ever to lay eyes upon his notes.
Whatever the case, he didn't allow either of them to view the body, and there's a suggestion that the coffin that was buried was empty, that the baby was buried in an unmarked grave to prevent anyone from seeing its condition.
Ramirez said that might have been done, not only to protect the emotions of the family, but to keep "freak collectors" from stealing and preserving the body to peddle for sideshow exploitation.
Something about the unmarked grave, and Ramirez' remarks struck a cold chord in me, and I quickly looked through the paintings for one in particular -- the gardener at night.
I thought it was a depiction of a gardener because he was digging in the garden.
Digging.
(This story originally appeared on my main page. Archived here. The rest of the original story, with new images, will follow.
Original comments are below.)
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Alex Allen
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nice shot
Teddi Beres
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Alex Allen (hugs) Thank you!
cold pail (deleted)
9y
I should have left you some cake!
Teddi Beres
9y
Mmmm, cake! (giggles)
belladonna quixote
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I love this story! (If you ever need an extra, let me know!)
Teddi Beres
9y
belladonna quixote Thank you, and you know I will! (hugs)
Chatwick Harpax
9y
The Brandy seems to be coming in quite handy? Maybe you need to investigate that angle a little bit more In-depth ;)
Teddi Beres
9y
Chatwick Harpax (giggles) SOMEbody has to stay sober! We're in danger!
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belladonna quixote
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Ted, pick his pocket while he's passed out. lol
Teddi Beres
9y
belladonna quixote There is NO way I'm sticking my hand into his pocket. That's EXACTLY his plan. (giggles)
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belladonna quixote
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OMG! That's a RAT! (jumps on a table)
Teddi Beres
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belladonna quixote (falls over, giggling)
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Erebus Darkfold
9y
Hey, I look super sinister! Excellent work!
belladonna quixote
9y
Dark and creepy. You guys scare me. lol
Art Dreamed Award
Art Dreamed Award ;
Teddi Beres
9y
Erebus Darkfold Just captured the inner you. (giggles) Thank you!
Teddi Beres
9y
belladonna quixote Hooray! It's working! (huggles) Thank you bunches!
Chatwick Harpax
9y
Cannot wait till the next installment, on pins n needles ;)
Teddi Beres
9y
Chatwick Harpax Yay! Thank you lots and lots! I'm so glad you're enjoying it and...the wait is over! (There's a new Bluff image up.) hugs you
Precious Note (deleted)
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This is my favourite so far!! I love the concept and composition!
Teddi Beres
9y
Precious Note That's super terrific to hear! I was trying to create a sense of depth, along with the darkness and I'm all bouncy-happy that you like it! (hugs)
The wind blew peacefully through the trees. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, and the sound of leaves falling could be heard in the thick, beautiful forest of southern Lenfald. Bits of red and orange were beginning to appear in the treetops. The forest was changing, green was giving way to red.
Sir Glennian reflected on this as he and his companions treaded, almost silently, on the old forest road. So many things had happened recently, the once peaceful land of Roawia was now aching with the pains of conflict and turmoil, and the only plausible outcome seemed to be war. Loreos, only few miles walk southward, was now threatening invasion. Green did indeed seem to be giving way to red.
Sounds of people now reached Sir Glennian’s ears, and he saw they had almost reached their destination. As he came around a bend in the path, he saw it, not a hundred yards ahead of him. A deep hole had been dug in the center of the path, nearly fifteen feet deep, and men could be seen swarming around it.
“Foreman!” Sir Glennian shouted.
All the workers turned and noticed their visitors, and a stout man in a green cloak turned to greet them. He had a thick, curly, brown beard covering his smiling face, which was topped with thick, curly, brown hair.
“Ah, you are here at last!” He greeted them. “We have made much progress on the work. As you can see, the hole is over a dozen feet deep. Just an hour ago the blacksmith arrived with the spikes that will be stuck in the bottom. Then we will cover it with branches spread over with dirt, and the next Loreesi scum who comes through here-”
He broke off with a large wave of his hand, indicating the destruction the Loreesi would face.
Glennian nodded. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
He looked forlornly down the path. Somewhere in that direction was a great desert…one in which war was brewing, a war that, he feared, Lenfald could never be completely ready for.
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Well, I was going to enter this into the last Lenfald LC, but I obviously didn’t finish it in time. Congrats to Gary and Paul on the wins! ;)
Soli Deo Gloria! :)
45596 'Bahamas' digs into the climb past Blea Moor box with it's second railtour to Carlisle on 16th February 2019
This is the first of five photos that are inspired by the book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.
Winter storm Vulcan did not live long and prosper, but it did live long enough to dump over a foot of snow on Western NY. I went up the the LA&L the next morning in hopes of getting the road train popping through drifts at the grade crossings. The road power was used to put the previous days inbound train away in the yard and then the crew on the road power headed off to clean out switches along the line. I couldn't wait around for the train to leave. When I left home to go to work later that morning at 11am, I could see that the outbound road trains cars were still parked in Lakeville.
I am now back in Australia and after digging deep into my wardrobe here (and it is very deep!) I found this dress from years ago and would you believe it fits better now than it did then. Time for another airing!
A Herdwick sheep losing her fleece enjoys some cool grass as her lamb digs up the mole hills just for fun in the valley at Wasdale
Dear flickr friends, I am so sorry to have been away so long. As is the story with all of corporate America, they laid off people in my department and then expect the rest of us, "lucky" to have jobs, to work 10 times harder. It has been rough. I will try to do better and keep uploading to flickr because I do love this site and connecting with all of you.
I finally took a day off a few days ago and had the most perfect day at the beach. We have not spent nearly enough time there this summer, so I hope to go back this weekend. I loved watching this cute little family digging for sandcrabs. In processing it, I was going for a dreamy, painterly effect.
I used the new Lensbaby Composer Pro and Florabella textures.
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Another 40 x28 mm hand held shot . It's a pity about the shaddow on the youg girls face , but I wear spectacles for distance work and I could only see them on my camera display.
Explore #263 on 16 August .
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Two native bees (probably Lasioglossum sp.) enjoy a Podolepis sp. flower. [Kanangra-Boyd National Park, NSW]
Digging for fishing bait, the elusive Lugworm, and if you are lucky, Ragworm
I have done it, it's back breaking.
Sheringham beach, North Norfolk.
Canon 40D with 17-55 IS F2,8
1 400 watt strobe with softbox to the left of Jinny.
Further processed in photoshop.