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In 1926, the Biesbosch polder was drained as an unemployed project. In 1926, 1316 unemployed people were involved, after a year there were only 478 left. Due to a variety of causes (fraud, under-performance, disapproval on medical grounds, etc.), 838 unemployed people gave up. I can't really blame that 838 man. After all, why would you want to work with the lebbes if they planted 126 hectares of arable land again with trees (forestry De Elzen) more than sixty years later? No, those 838 men had not fallen on the back of their heads ... The stoop was built in memory of this history. A few brick walls protrude a few meters above the polder. It is not much more. Still I think it's beautiful. Nice location for an external outdoor theater piece, illegal house party or summer barbeque.
Schwalbenschwanz - Swallowtail (Papilio machaon) | 05-2022 | Ticino | Switzerland
If anyone can identify the grasshopper, that would be helpful, thank you!
More TICINO/TESSIN Wildlife Photos (all taken in my garden in Monteggio/Ti, Switzerland): it.lacerta-bilineata.com/ramarro-occidentale-lacerta-bili... (the website exists in ESPAÑOL, FRANÇAIS, ITALIANO, ENGLISH, DEUTSCH)
My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
The wild garden around my vacation home in Ticino, where all the photos you can see in my Flickr gallery are from (well, some have been taken a couple of meters outside, but that still counts in my book 😉), had been a cause of contention between me and my mom for some time.
At the root of the conflict was the upper part of the garden, which originally had been conceived by my dear mother as a vegetable patch, but, left to its own devices by me after I "inherited" it, had developed into a marvelous oasis of pure botanic chaos teeming with insect life.
Mom was not amused. Although she - like all in our family - is very much in favor of letting nature roam freely around the house, and she loves all creatures big and small, she (unlike me) does draw a line somewhere. That line was the vegetable patch.
And she let her disapproval be known, and very clearly; she kept pestering me about my unwillingness to pluck the weeds (my response: "What weeds - there are no weeds: I'm creating a functioning ecosystem here, mom!") for several years, until my stubborn refusal made her reach her breaking point. She'd finally had enough.
My mom is a cunning old lady of nearly 80 years (79 to be precise), the matriarch and evil genius of our family (make no mistake: that house and garden are still HERS - and forever will be, regardless what it says on some sheet of paper), and so like a James Bond villain plotting revenge, she hatched a diabolic plan.
One day, when I was gone for a couple of weeks, she let me know via e-mail she had decided to turn this ugly weed jungle of mine into a flowery meadow. There was nothing I could do as she had already ordered a local gardening company to level that part of the garden, and once that was accomplished, as she described with obvious relish, the gardener would plant the most beautiful wild flowers and turn this ugly mess of mine into a colorful paradise.
I was not amused by this at all, as you might imagine, but there was nothing I could do to save my gorgeous oasis of chaos, so I grumpily accepted "my" garden's fate. After that, my mom avoided me whenever she could, and when she couldn't, she wouldn't mention the garden at all. This didn't strike me as odd, since I assumed she might feel at least a little bit guilty about her sneaky move (at this point, I hadn't seen the "improved" version of the garden yet).
Cut to a few weeks later, when I went back to Ticino and finally DID see the "flowery meadow" and "colorful paradise" my dear mother had ordered. My jaw dropped. But in shock - not in awe of flowery beauty of any kind: as there were NO flowers of any kind. What there was, was sod. Plain, ugly sod, completely devoid of any insect (or other animal) life, already turning into a brownish yellow due to a lack of rain in the past weeks.
You see, my mom's Italian is not very good (in fact, it's so far from good that it could be argued she doesn't speak it at all) and as it turned out, there had been a "slight" misunderstanding. Instead of planting gorgeous wild flowers, the local gardener (whose Italian is impeccable by the way), put turf rolls down after he'd leveled my oasis; turf rolls of the kind that is usually used for sterile football fields.
OK (you, dear reader, might say at this point); sad story, bro - but what does it have to do with the swallowtail in the photo? The answer is: everything. The past autumn and all through spring this year I've been planting wild flowers in that garden like a mad botanist; I've planted field scabiouses and red clover, ox-eye daisies, echium, salvia and thyme and lavender as well as plants for the caterpillars of the in Switzerland rare swallowtail butterfly such as fennel and wild carrots.
This was my desperate attempt to undo the damage and terrible devastation my mother's wrath had brought upon the earth (well, my garden's earth anyway) and turn this sod-desert into an oasis of pure botanic chaos and a colorful paradise teeming with insect life once more.
And it worked! Ever since those plants started flowering my garden has been an attraction for all kinds of butterflies and generally insects, even rare ones - and, obviously, my dearest guest and visitor that you can see in the photo above: the swallowtail.
These gorgeous butterflies are now steady guests, and they even laid their eggs on the fennel (which is now a nursery for cute swallowtail caterpillars). So in the end, my mom's will prevailed (as is always the case with the wills of all moms all over the world - don't kid yourselves, kids 😉). My weeds are gone, there now is indeed a flowery meadow - and there's even vegetables (although the fennel is strictly for the swallowtails 😊).
I have a creeping suspicion maybe my mom's Italian is better than she lets on...
your disapproval will not deter me :-)
Muriel Strode (1875–1964), My Little Book of Life, 1912
HMM!! Protest Injustice! Resist! Vote!
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take me to church
hozier
My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A-, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Andrew Hozier Byrne
Take Me to Church lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
In 1926, the Biesbosch polder was drained as an unemployed project. In 1926, 1316 unemployed people were involved, after a year there were only 478 left. Due to a variety of causes (fraud, under-performance, disapproval on medical grounds, etc.), 838 unemployed people gave up. I can't really blame that 838 man. After all, why would you want to work with the lebbes if they planted 126 hectares of arable land again with trees (forestry De Elzen) more than sixty years later? No, those 838 men had not fallen on the back of their heads ... The stoop was built in memory of this history. A few brick walls protrude a few meters above the polder. It is not much more. Still I think it's beautiful. Nice location for an external outdoor theater piece, illegal house party or summer barbeque.
Flanders | 1747 | Roleplay inspired by the Jan de Lichte Netflix Series - photo taken at Flanders 1747
My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A-, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
♫ Hozier | Take Me To Church ♫
My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick"
You heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Aaa, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen, Amen, Amen
Hozier
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and there I met Harry...he was very interested in pulling my sandals, while Polly, Gina and Molly in the background looked at him in disapproval....he is quite lively isn't he, said Molly shaking her head...oh, lively is surely an understatement, chimed in Gina....Molly emitted a low coo of approval at what her sisters said, but was obviously more interested in the food on the ground.
“In youth, our blood rises and becomes volatile. Desire, worry, and anxiety increase. External circumstances now direct the rise and fall of emotions. Will and intention become constrained by social conventions. Competition, conflict, and scheming are the norm in interactions with people. The approval and disapproval of others become important, and the honest and sincere expression of thoughts and feelings is lost.”
- Liezi
But always remember:
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” - C. S. Lewis
“Don't be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams.” - Author Unknow
Local Mockingbird sternly registers disapproval for the goings-on in his territory. Glendale, Missouri
Side-eye from a Brown Thrasher on our backyard feeder in Glendale, Missouri. I'm used to getting this from our cats, but it's bad when the yard birds express this level of disapproval.
We have a lot of these in the valley and the national park, but I don't take them for granted. Especially when one is willing to pose for me.
I had parked the rolling red Toyota blind on a quiet country road and just gotten this bird in focus when along came a pickup truck, toward me, and a moment later I saw another pickup approaching from the rear. They converged on my spot at the same time and both had to slow down. This never happens. The grouse and about six others flushed, one of the drivers threw me a puzzled look of disapproval (maybe); the other one knows me and gets it. I came away with one shot. Better than nothing!
Photographed along Butte Road, near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
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My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick," you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
No masters or kings
When the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
your disapproval will not deter me :-)
Muriel Strode, My Little Book of Life, 1912
HMM!! Character Matters! Truth Matters!
lily, 'Orange Tycoon', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
This is one my favorite moments in my birdphotography the last months. These 4 geese are actually standing on the dorestep of the Icelandic parliament house in the center of Reykjavik and behind them is the main enterance to parliament. Not far from the house is city pond. So I guess they had wondered away from it to try out their luck in politics. Some people in Iceland would argue it could not get any worse having geese there.
The best part is that its easy to be sarcastic about it because parlament is now made of 4 political parties which 2 of them having majoriti and 2 in the opposition so these fethered friends might well be their leaders…2 facing the lens holding heads up hight and 2 looking away with disapproval.
Another Osprey was flying by just a bit too close for comfort, so the pair on the nest expressed their disapproval. Note the red eye of their youngster. In the weeks ahead the young Osprey's eyes will turn more orange, then eventually take on the yellow color of an adult.
We were happy to see the Osprey nests appeared undamaged by the recent storms.
July 10, 2021, Forsythe NWR, Oceanville, New Jersey.
So Bambi just asked me if I wanted to do a cozy photo with the dogs. Of course! Why not! Hell yes! This was the result after that...
Hector just has to be a trouble maker, first, he did not let me cuddle him properly, second, he is stealing MY pizza! At least Daisy always seems the most responsible one, look at her eyeing him completely unimpressed and with disapproval!
I will end this with a funny thing I read... "If you drink a bottle of wine before you walk your dog. It kind of feels like you're solving a mystery together." In this case, that mystery is in bed. :p
Check out Bambi's Version:
Pardon the *blurry* . . . but my hands were shaking, even though my stabilizer was *on* for this long shot, clear across our back yard.
There was NO time for me to grab my tripod and get set up properly . . . as it was, I only had a few shots before the blue jays began to announce their disapproval with their predator (who, BTW, was as peaceful as could be) . . .
This image does not do justice to the size and beauty of this rare white hawk which, as far as I know, has never visited us in the 46 years we've lived here! At first glance I thought it was a snowy white owl, but oh no . . . there were definitely hawkish features!
Immediately I googled this gorgeous bird and loved the symbolism:
"If you keep seeing a hawk with white feathers, something very sacred is about to take place, and the Creator is giving you a message that a miracle is on the way. In short: hawks are viewed as messengers by the Native Americans. They could bring messages from deities, deceased ancestors, benevolent guides, etc."
Is it any *coincidence* that today is my mother's birthday . . . she would have been 97.
OMG . . . just as I was posting this, I opened the draperies in my *woman cave* and lo and behold, we're having our first SNOW!
dododododo, dodododo!
Sliding into winter white, I send you all great wishes for a wonderful "Sliders Sunday" . . .
A dog passed by on-leash with its master but the Canada goose showed its disapproval and these 2 goslings didn't take very long to shelter under mama's wings
She reminds me of an over fed Dickensian character. She was certainly giving me a look of disapproval.
I came on your laps expecting to be petted and what the hell you dared to do instead? You picked up that black thing and you pointed it at me!
Now look at me, I am extremely disappointed and really upset by such a rude behaviour!
// Je suis venue sur tes genoux pour me faire caresser et qu’est -ce que tu oses faire ? Tu prends cette chose noire et tu la pointes vers moi !
Maintenant regarde moi bien, je suis extrêmement déçue et vraiment contrariée par une attitude aussi grossière !
This Wilson's Snipe was chirping away at me in disapproval of me getting too close for his comfort!
Carden Alvar,Ontario
Canada
HFF!
Green with envy.
In July 2020 the east coast on NSW was pounded by heavy sea's and North Haven was no exception.
Forcing the closure of beaches the heavy sea's did provide some spectacular scenery as the ocean displayed its turbulence.
For this rolling wave it seemed that there was one none compliant section of the wave that was green with envy and showed its disapproval.
North Haven, New South Wales, Australia.
The Haight-Ashbury District is a popular destination for tourists when visiting San Francisco. Interestingly, they don't often like what they see. Here, the look on the faces of that family seem to be fraught with disapproval as they pass by a couple of locals enjoying a corner conversation on a lovely San Francisco morning. I remember watching how tightly dad clenched his daughter's hand as they hurried by almost walking in the street to avoid contact. Every picture tells a story.
San Francisco CA
One can imagine that the 'light of learning' is actually making a gesture to the big block box bldg. next door, suggesting disapproval.
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Another shot that I took on Sunday while `trapped' in my car, waiting, in vain, for the rain to stop. I thought the van in front of me with reflective chevrons might make an interesting backdrop for the rain streaming down the windscreen. What I wasn't expecting was for the rain to start `writing' on the windscreen! As if agreeing with my disapproval of the awful weather, I found the word `Boo' at the bottom right of the windscreen, although I have to admit, looking at the image again now, perhaps it actually says `BooB'? :D
"This is where I eat. If you come to the preserve again without bringing me food and nip you will be banned!"
She's the cutest little kitty and very friendly. As soon as I arrived she approached me for scratches and food. Her disappointment and disapproval showed when no food was forthcoming.
Simplicity is the queen of writing with light, The origin of the term photography is known to everyone, from Greek phos (genitive photos) light and graphia by graphos drawing, painting, representing.
Light becomes a sign, representation is therefore the simple vision of reality.
A great photographer in the history of photography said:
"Photography is like a joke, if it's bad, you have to explain it."
The simplest is the more visible.
A photo is a story, you do not have to explain it, the elements are lost.
I do not teach, do not determine, I do not recommend.
These are the least acquisitions I have given value over time, I mainly photograph for me.
In my last one I am adopting a micro movement.
I do not like the noise, I do not like it in any way, exaggerations, exaggravations, urlings, corrections and adjustments; That if they find their right space in photography, they will come.
It's life that I talk about, it's not life play.
I will not explain anything anymore, they are my last photos to talk, even so to say, snobed.
You did not really understand, maybe you think, gold is the one of you, but that is not the case.
The title, for example, embracing children, was a different start.
The noise on Sunday was nothing, at that moment when I shot it was the photograph I was interested in.
I do not like the noise, yet I work in deafening noise.
Some people laugh, when at some point, I'm gone, at least who knows me. It is a smile of tenderness.
I notice when, I punch them out ... By good scorpion as I am.
But as they say, good and bad.
You see when a disapproval is used to make you understand the good you have.
I could be more explicit kids, if there were chips flying here and it was only seven in the morning.
I killed you, I know.
But I usually do it, just to jokes that no one understands, I hope they understand at least the picture, the simplest of it is impossible; Next time the cloudless shot.
Gio
Northern Pygmy-Owl, Glaucidium gnoma gnoma, 6.75 in. UNCOMMON in broken forests of mixed oaks and conifers with clearings and patches of brush or chaparral. We found a flock of small birds scolding and spotted this, the object of their disapproval. Handheld.
Cave Creek Canyon, Chiricahua Mountains, Cochise County, Arizona, USA.
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My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick," you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
This jetty has been condemned, much to local disapproval!!
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I know some of your are used to having 15 straight days days straight with rain, but we aren't. That was this last stretch. Temperatures in the mountains were in the 30s and I was just saying how worrysome that would be if the 30 feet of snow that we had were to melt.
Well, I woke this morning to blue skies and a temperature of 28° which means well below freezing in the Sierras. (If you want to see the snow pack at the very famous Donner Summit and the eastern side of the Sierras down to Lake Tahoe, just go to You Tube and look for Donner or Tahoe.)
I'm betting, if I go over to Mt. Diablo later this week, this will be one of the sights I'll see. Green as far as the eye can see. Probably no clouds (those have to be brought in from other states like Oregon and Washington; rain we get from Hawaii, and I'm not kidding).
If you look closely, you will see the main lower trail that goes around that 2,000 foot hill, but first you have to get to the top. I loved that trail and used to hike to the top, then down the other side, and other to Ginder Gap and the Woodpecker Tree. Now, I often wonder why I took the long route so often? I thought I suppose that that was healthy for me. I'm rethinking that. But, on the other side of this hill, there are bluebird nest boxes, and gullies, and more hills and all of that meant that there were many species of birds, and home to the Great Horned Owl and Red-tailed Hawk both of which would train the next generation of each how to fly. It was a lot of fun to sit and watch as the juvenile Red-tailed hawk, having gotten to the top of another hill, would screech its disapproval at taking off to meet his mother down in the gully. The same was true with the owls. Can't blame them. Only the Wood Duck duckling has a more daunting chore of jumping out of a hole in a tree trunk and hope to fall into a pile of leaves or a stream 40 feel below. And that's without an umbrella that I used with my first "flight," using my ankle to break my fall. That was when I was 72.
Shortly after yesterday's image, a second Red-shouldered hawk (Buteo lineatus) appeared and took the high position on the neighborhood tree. I had not heard or seen the second one until this moment but the American crows (Corvus brachyrhynchos) didn't change their tune of disapproval.
....... of disapproval when you stop to take yet another photo lol!
Happy Sliders Sunday!
We had a lovely weekend of getting out for walkies and taking just a couple of pics ;-) heehee!
Hope you've all had a lovely weekend as well! Have a good week ahead my flickr friends! :-)
The word "heathen" has evolved to describe someone who is irreligious, particularly in relation to Abrahamic faiths, or someone uncivilized or uncultured. It was historically used by Early Medieval Christian writers to refer to non-Christian groups and carries a connotation of disapproval or being unenlightened. However, many practitioners of Germanic neopaganism have reappropriated the term as a form of self-designation, preferring it to "pagan" because it has Germanic linguistic roots.
. . . This female Snowy Owl seems to be trying to beat the famous Grumpy Cat look. I sense a great deal of disapproval in this look!
Have a great week Facebook, Flickr, and 500px friends!
PROPS
MINIMAL - Illusion III - *8*
POSE
SPONSOR: Jellyxo - Sit & Chill Poses
WEARING
SPONSOR:
| TOKYO ZERO | Monthly Shopping Event - 1th ~ 30th
RAZOR BLADE: Eerie x Moon Dust . Sharp Escape - Razor Blades @TokyoZeroEvent
RAZOR CUTS: Moon Dust x Eerie - Sharp Escape // @TokyoZeroEvent
HEAD TATTOO: Effervescence - Daxton 3D Tattoo - Chroma @TokyoZeroEvent
HEAD: LeLUTKA Briannon Head
BODY: eBODY - REBORN
BODY MOD: MAZE.mods - Soft Thighs V4.0
GAUGES: torment. minya
HAIR: Platinum - "Eclipse" Hairstyle @LEVEL
BODY SUIT: Bipolar - Jessie Body - Black
BOOTS: Diaboli Design - Lunatech Boots
On another episode of Tidying up with Marie Kondo... Problems of a hoarder Angelica featuring her partner Eiji. “But all things spark joy” she says, Eiji and cat shakes head in disapproval. Will they be able to ever reach the end of the bottomless inventory? We’ll find that out soon.
Besides my inventory mess. This wardrobe is really cool. I’m not sponsored but I just really loved the variants in this and all the amazing details. I modded it to add my own clothes and other bits. I’ve also been obsessed with Lagom and their hanger clothes! It’s a really cute edition to a bedroom/dressing room. You can find all the details and landmarks in my blog. Special thank you to Eiji for the spring cleaning help too.
see my flickr about for blog link ♡