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Lovely new embroidery pattern for the April 2014 issue of the Bustle & Sew eMagazine - original design by Flapdoodledesigns.
Sometimes hydrants become a bit clogged up with soil and silt. This one was particularly blocked. We filled 3 buckets of dirt, which was carefully disposed of….and we cleaned up after ourselves
“Art and life are subjective. Not everybody's gonna dig what I dig, but I reserve the right to dig it.”
~Whoopi Goldberg
On my morning walk, I was a digger hunting for big chunky rocks.
The second day playing with the Lensbaby Composer. There's that lens flare again.
NS 22N, a Memphis, TN - Atlanta, GA daily intermodal, slugs its way up the northern slope of Braswell Mountain behind a ex-Conrail C40-8W.
Chug Chug GE. Chug Chug!
Deep in the Kootenays, Robin B (snoboy) attempts to open up a tight passage clogged with sediment in a nameless cave system
Digging wells by hand is hard work, especially at the hottest time of day. Great appreciation for this young guy's work ethic ...
#everyday-heroes
We play prospectors for an hour or so in the Queenstown area, New Zealand. The guide in these shots showed us how to chose the site, dig the sand, wash the sand in the river and ... find gold. Lots of messy work for a few flakes of gold.
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This guy was digging for so long that I was able to take the camera out the bag and get a shot, after he finished all he did was wipe his hand on his clothes and continued to serve!
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It's been raining all day today, so the little dog and I did not practice #socialdistancing with a walk in the neighborhood. So, a little digging in the archive, and we are transported back a year ago, with some images from the Faroe islands, and Norway.
1. Village of Saksun on the Island of Streymoy, Faroe Islands
2. Midnight Sun, Tromsø, Norway
3. Fishing Village, Tromsø, Norway
4. Church in the village of Viðareiði, on the island of Eysturoy, Faroe Islands.
A PANO-sabotaged photo of a Vermeer Navigator horizontal directional drill. Digging new reality every day!
Nope, this one likes to stick its beak in the sand and rub it around as part of its clean up procedure after eating. Its mate prefers to rub its beak on driftwood. That must be the male, more macho! ;-)
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! :)
Pearl keeps digging in my patio. Any advice on digging? My friends keep telling me that I shouldn't allow her to dig.
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.