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An African sunrise -- so full of promise -- most appropriate as I prepare my very first novel for the publisher.
I completed the final draft of Martha's Vine, last night. Now, a final read-through (no small feat - the book is over 500 pages) and then -- off for publishing.
This image is a tribute to three wonderful people who took me through the process -- nearly every step of the way.
Other people have been there, too -- some as readers, and some offering friendly support and loving encouragement. I am so grateful to those folks, too -- like Susan, Bill, Gina, Sharon, Sunny, Dave, Peter, Elie, John, Claudio, Kirsten, Sylvia, Jenny, Ronald, Lindsay, Joe, Steve, Adrian, and Julie. And to all those Flickr friends who have dropped by my photostream with their comments and best wishes -- you have my undying gratitude.
But this image is dedicated to the three men that stuck with me, and encouraged me through the hard times. And there were some very hard times.
My devoted husband and brilliant editor, David Thiel.
My friend and mentor, Rob Christman.
My friend and inspiration, Aaron Winters.
Thank-you! You have my deepest affection.
And there is one more -- photographer and graphic artist, TheWalkinMan, who designed the book's cover. Thank you, Fred.
With humble gratitude,
Sheree
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For more information, check the Martha's Vine web site.
Sorry for the out of focus contribution this week. My camera started having issues and this is the best we could get whilst trying to figure that out.
I have big plans for the coming week's photo though! Hope I can pull it off!
Hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey Day with family and friends.
My first Star Wars build, created for a contest on Lego Ideas...which was just an excuse I came up with to procrastinate on my other builds and fulfill my dream of building something with Mimban Stormtroopers! They're so cool!
Head on over to Eurobricks for more in depth images.
This build will be on public display at Brickworld Chicago 2019
they look yummi..and cool for a little present :)
It uses a "sugar cookies" recipe.(too lazy to write it down..kidding!)
If any of you really , really want the recipe let me know..otherwise, enjoy:)
RECIPE
2cups sifted all - purpose flour,plus more for work surface
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup(1 stick)unsalted butter, softened
1 cup granulated sugar
1 large egg
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Gel - paste food coloring in pink and green
Sanding sugar, for sprinkling
1. Whisk together flour , salt, and baking powder in a large bowl; set aside.Put butter and granulated sugar into the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment; mix on medium speed until pale and fluffy.Mix in egg and vanilla.
Reduce speed to low. Add flour mixture; mix until combined. Divide dough into thirds. Knead pink food coloring into 1 piece and green into another. Shape all 3 pieces into disks. Wrap disks in plastic wrap, and refrigerate until firm, at least 1 hour.
2. Preheat oven to 325 . Remove 1 disk from refrigerator; let stand at room temperature until slightly soft, 5 to 10 minutes. Roll out dough on a piece of lightly floured parchment to a 1/8 - inch thickness, dusting with flour as needed. Cut out circles with a 1 3/4 inch round cutter, then lightly press with a 1 1/2 inch round cutter. Make button holes with a skewer. Reroll scraps, and cut.(If dough becomes too soft,refrigerate 10 minutes) Repeat with remaining dough. Space 1 1/2 inches apart on baking sheets lined with parchment paper. Sprinkle with sanding sugar.
3. Bake, rotating halfway through, until edges are golden, 16 to 18 minutes. Transfer to wire racks; let cool completely.
Cookies can be stored in airtight containers at room temperature up to 1 week.
4. When you are done do not forget to invite me some! hehe...
ok guys...that is it. Hope you enjoy it ..now i need to get some OJ(orange juice) hugs:)
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For several years this Mk XIV Spitfire sat with parts of its empennage missing. Finally they are back in place and it looks great. This Spit was a ground prop in the movie Battle of Britain and it also was seen flying in the movie Pearl Harbor.
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
After the old winter-overs boarded the LC130 Hercules aircraft here at South Pole, it was ready for take off. It blew quite a bit of snow into the air when it started to move :o)
Penguin looking for the land ice, when the frozen ground from approximately 238 to 126 ka ago at Tankenberg went away,
Creative with a penguin, Piece stump, and some leaves. :)
If you got time, Take a look on my FB page, :)
Waiting for deer in a low level hide the only visitors were pheasants. I don't use baiting, just quiet and concealment.
Deliberately keeping this lowlight. Even seriously underexposed I needed ISO6400 at f/2.8 and 1/60s with -2eV (300mm f2.8 VR handheld, D500)
HAPPY NEW YEAR FOR EVERYONE!
Good luck, great food
Success and sound sleep
Travel and true friends
Peace, prosperity and productivity
These are my wishes for you
As we enter 2022
Wishing you a very happy new year!
andika - 2022 Loading 98% new year decor Set
Gabriel- Sleeve suit (with out fur)
Gabriel- Ankle boots
Dura-B114 (Men's hair) TMD november event
Cosmic Dust - Feeling 2022 Headband (Male and female)
Eternus -Dami Dress
Eternus- Neon Backdrops Monstera
Doux - Circe Hairstyle
Doux- Jess Hairstyle
Rapture - Gown Phantom
Broken Arrows- Glam Set
FOXCITY - Photo Booth - Glam & Bubbles Set pose
MadPea- Champagne Celebrations set
For half an hour or so, starting an hour after sunset, the clouds became very wispy and gave me the impression of a charcoal drawing.
The theme of last month's Fashion Fetish event was '40s pin-up as voted for by Good for Party's readers and let me just say to all the readers who did vote: you couldn't have picked a better theme! Our stylists (Anna Lee Jackson & Kelly Moriarty of Studio 110) and photographer (Richard Pack, dickyp.com) made it all look so easy; capturing the sultry vixen look so prevalent in the '40s with perfect up-do's, red lips and spotlight lighting. Impromptu vignettes topped the night off as the girls showed off their gams, played the piano and made boys feel like real gentlemen (by letting them buy them a martini or two, of course). For all you fashion savvy and fashion loving ladies and gentlemen; make sure you stayed tuned to the Good for Party Network- it's the only way to know of the truly avant fashion and music events worth going to in this great city- period.
This guy's colors were brilliant! He's looking for a mate and if those colors don't get one, then I don't know what!
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
And I, I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for St. Nick
I won't even stay awake
To hear those magic reindeer click
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For the Smile on Saturday group - theme made of leather.
Having wide feet I buy all my footwear from Germany. These are my fancy dancy going out boots
Photo for my friendo, Manchester -- Wilf Rau! x
He's probably wearing Deadwool? Feel free to leave a comment below if you can identify the designers, for credit.
PHOTO: G.G.
Now, for the 3rd year running, we have another 3 young House Martins developing fast. These are the 3 egg shells found in the garden, 2 on the 29th May with an interesting fine pattern inside, (showing through the light) and the last one found 2 days later on 31st May with no patterning inside?
The shells are incredibly delicate and only the size of a small fingernail. Alas, since this photograph was taken, the birds have not visited again since 2020.
Shooting has been incredible lately. I feel like there is a new force pushing me along. It is overcast today so I'll be out shooting for most of it, and I can't wait. I've never felt so motivated to pick up my camera and click.
Over a year ago I did a photo using fake snow, and I said to myself that i'd never use fake snow again in place of fake cobweb...but when it came down to it, I had a ton of fake snow this year (I was trying to emulate the christmas spirit as seen in Pennsylvania) so I had to put it to use :)
Model: Christopher John Hills V
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A visual tribute to the sparks that he threw into the air from the bandstand. And a thanks to Dr. Daniels for his Lester Leaps in biography.
for every pair you buy a pair is donated to a child in need.
love love lovemy Toms shoes. It was nice today, not too hot but warm enough for shorts :) My dad just put up our hammock for the summer so I took advantage of that.
Look for love and you will find it!
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(Image taken long ago of a porcelain Panther; Inverted in Photoshop, increased hue and saturation, composited with a fire pit and used Chiller Regular font)
Happy Halloween!
HSoS!
For Smile on Saturday
Theme: In Spooky Company
Waiting for some birds to show up.
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This orchid is for my wonderful friend Liza --LizasGarden
Thank you from all my heart for your beautiful testimonial.
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Explore # 498 June 4, 2008
Front page Amazing macros -Thank you from all my heart
Front page Exquisite flowers
Front page Liza's Enchanting photo garden
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“A Story Teller" by Cheryl Chan Photography
if you like the colorful markets:
check out more Malaysia Streets & Candid shots here:
Taking the Streets in Malaysia
these images of Mistress Lane will soon be the documentary of its past:
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Spookies! It's time for the April round of TMD! TMD opens April 5th 2023. We have an amazing pair of unisex stomper type boots with some amazing details! These boots are rigged for Jake, Gianni, Miatreya, Ebody Reborn, Legacy M/F and Kupra! So come on down and get you a pair!
Please DEMO everything before purchasing! And also please take a moment to read the ADS to make sure your buying for the right bodies!
TMD SLURL: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/TMD/121/134/22
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Looe, the Cornish for which is ‘Logh’, meaning deep water inlet, is a small coastal town and fishing port in south-east Cornwall.
In medieval times there were two towns on opposite banks of the River Looe. East Looe includes the fishing harbour, the main shopping centre and the sandiest beach. West Looe is quieter, but also has shops, restaurants and hotels, and leads to Hannafore with its fine views of Looe Island. The two towns are now one, joined by a bridge across the Looe river.
Looe is the second largest fishing port in Cornwall, supporting a fleet of trawlers, potters and netters together with an expanding number of hand-line fishermen.
The majority of the Looe fleet consists of day boats, meaning they go to sea and return each day, ensuring that their fish is fresh and of the highest quality (slush-ice bins are carried on board even the smallest boats).
Fish are landed at the market throughout the day and are stored in refrigerators until the next auction, beginning at 6.00am on weekdays.
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UTENSILS, COLOURS and TEXTURES.
They ALL mean work, LOL, love the different textures, wood, bristle, plastic, stone, elastic, metal...
You know what they say!
A new broom sweeps clean, but the old brush knows all the corners?
'A new broom sweeps clean' means that someone with a new perspective can make great changes. However, the full version is 'a new broom sweeps clean, but an old brush knows the corners', which warns that experience is also a valuable thing.
I could NOT walk past this, it was begging to be photographed!
Outside a Yorkshire Dales' village general store.
Have a great w-e and a wonderful day, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)For more: www.indigo2photography.com
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