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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.
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! :)
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.
This is the first of five photos that are inspired by the book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.
Canon 40D with 17-55 IS F2,8
1 400 watt strobe with softbox to the left of Jinny.
Further processed in photoshop.
So... this is my first attempt using smoke bombs. It came out better than I thought, considering I finished up the shoot pretty frustrated. It was also chilly out and I was being eaten by mosquitos before Nathan and I lit the bombs. (The smoke shooed them off).
Mannnn, imagine how good it'd look if I had the Mark iii. Poor baby.
Side note: My lungs were pretty unhappy to be sitting so close to the smoke... Hoping they don't end up suffering more than they had to...
I saw this bear as a 1 year old cub with it's mother in 2014 making it about 3 years old now. He has the same dark eye patches as he did as a first year cub, but he has developed dark legs now too. He is a male since in some of my shots I can see that his testicles have dropped and are evident from the rear. He seems to be doing just fine on his own, but it was clear that he was constantly on the lookout for danger. He is digging for clams in the same area as he practiced with his mother 2 years ago.
Image - Copyright 2016 Alan Vernon
Soldier is watching how the Chinook unload his sling while they dig foxholes. On the fars left there are more soldiers digging, the brownout make them disappear.
Paleontologists identify a dinosaur bone still mostly encased in mudstone at one of the quarries in the Cretaceous Cloverly Formation on the Warm Spring Ranch just outside Thermopolis, Wyoming. The quarries are part of the Wyoming Dinosaur Center .
Digging deep in a slide storage tray, I stumbled into some Milwaukee Road slides that haven't seen the light of day in years. A westbound freight lead by two SD40-2's crosses the Wisconsin River in Wisconsin Dells, WI in March of 1985.
Digging through the archives. Canon EOS 5D MK I with M42 leses. I think Meyer Orestor 135mm f2.8 and Pentax 50mm f1.4
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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