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Capitured for Macro Mondays theme: wrinkled. HMM everyone!
And for Color my World Daily (Red Day is Monday).
Eastern Sierras and sunrise go together like peanut butter and jelly. This one was definitely worth getting up for. The beauty unFOLDed on the ground and in the sky.
Our house in the middle of the street!
Here is another shot taken of Haugh Fold .... its a few years after my previous upload but still many years ago. I love the cars in this pic! As you can see their is still open land at the top of the street .... now home to Haugh Square. (Check out previous upload)
This is just a phone shot from the plane, leaving George airport in the Western Cape. It never ceases to amaze me how many mountain ranges are in South Africa which are hardly ever named. They are thousands of metres high. This range is a fold range and yet at the very top is this crater-like depression. Everything is very dry here and yet there was snow.
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Around October sort of time I decided to brighten my grandparent's house up by spending a week making a bouquet of origami lilies and tulips and nestling a little origami butterfly in it.
When I gave it to them, I forgot to photograph it, and I keep forgetting, but we went over to visit today, to fix my grandpa's computer again, and I decided that I would remember, even if it was just as we were walking out of the door.
Macro Monday: Crinkled, Wrinkled, Folded
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The curl is composed of a bunch of paper strips glued together just at the tip. Folded at the tip for a bit, then curved.
Created for 😄 HaPpY CrAzY Tuesday 😜
theme of Folded or Creased Paper.
Explored on Thursday, 2020 08 06
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"Crinkled, Wrinkled, Folded or Creased" for Macro Monday , I chose the folded option using some paper strips folded with added light for the shadows.
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At the Wooden Boat Festival the 1913 Schooner Adventuress it taking folks for a cruise with some hands-on sail work.
The schooner Adventuress crew members are assisting some of us in doing some sail handling. Only the crew members were allowed to hang out over the stern. We are accordion-folding the huge mainsail into a neat stack as the gaff is lowered. There is a pattern to it as folks on opposite sides push the folds in place. The mainsail is about the size of a basketball court. www.soundexp.org
On a dull rainy day, but still a beautiful old terrace.
Info from Historic England.
historicengland.org.uk/listing/the-list/list-entry/108798...
SK 03 86 7/I56
PARISH OF HAYFIELD STEEPLE-END FOLD (West side) No 1
GV II House, formerly shop. Early C19. Coursed gritstone rubble, gritstone dressings. Rusticated ashlar quoins to north. Stone slate roof. Stone gable end stacks.
Three storeys, single window front. East elevation - shop front with three-light window to south with plain sashes. Doorcase to north with modern glazed door. Over moulded cornice supported by decorative scroll brackets. Above three-light flush mullion window with plain sashes. Similar window to eaves. North elevation has pairs of two-light flush mullion windows to each floor. Mullion removed from ground floor windows.
The desert night lay hushed, a vast stage of silence. On a jagged outcrop, a lone coyote stood rigid—its silhouette carved against the pallid glow. The sands shimmered faintly, stars burning overhead, while the breeze whispered across the dunes.
By the fire, Reed and Butler sat listening to the crackle and pop of the flames. Old friends since school, they made this pilgrimage to the desert twice each year, trading stories before sleep claimed them. A final cup of coffee, then the night would close.
Reed paused. Something stirred. The coyote was gone from the rock. Then—again—a sound. Low, wet, gurgling. Just beyond the firelight. His eyes strained, but the blaze blinded him to the dark.
The glare broke with motion. A monstrous shape vaulted over the fire. Claws like scythes tore into Reed’s chest. Butler screamed, scrambling to rise, but the beast was upon him in an instant. The desert swallowed their cries. In seconds it was over.
Its grotesque head swiveled, yellow eyes burning as they swept the camp for movement. Sand still clung stubbornly to its charred scales, its body etched with blisters from radioactive earth.
Hatched prematurely it had been placed in an incubator, a device that ultimately led to its survival in more ways than one.
From the poisoned sands near the crater at what had been Site N39, crazed and more vicious than those before, it had clawed its way free.
Ravenous hunger gnawed at every fiber.
Now, it would feed.
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You can view Quantum Fold episodes in order from the beginning in her album titled, Quantum Fold:
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