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Playing around in Photoshop this evening. With the Orton Effect her mittens are more vibrant, her coat darker, Tigger is brighter and yet her face is a layer that was actual colouring from the cold January weather. Pink nose and cheeks!
More Park fun, this little slide was just her size!
Hat from GP, Coat from Gangie's Pen Pal in Sheffield England :-)
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Another one for the 365 Treasure Hunt … 5 more to go. This time number 32 "Fun Fair".
Over to Hastings, where there is always a fun fair, only everyone was Christmas shopping and the fun fair was shut … even on a nice sunny day.
I hope they are all having fun. Sometimes you can't tell by the faces. This was on the Superman roller coaster at Six Flags Fiesta Texas in San Antonio.
I have two fun facts about Dot (my best friend). One is her hair always looks different and two is her eyes change color. Those are superpowers if I've ever seen any before. We are now trying to hone in on how we can use these powers for good by trying to save the world from destroying itself. Hey, don't underestimate cuteness, that force is strong!
A candid street portrait of a young beautiful lady who pops soap bubbles in the street, laughs and enjoys the process. May the happiness be with her.
I aspire to be
an old man
with an old wife
laughing at old jokes
from a wild youth.
~Atticus
Christmas Day is one of a child's favorite days of the year. Here is a boy who was obviously delighting in learning ice skating with his mom on Christmas morning at an outdoor skating rink. His laughter and smile tells the story of joy and love, two ingredients of the holiday spirit.
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I love this time of year (when it is not raining that is!). You can see the start of autumn in the trees, but still have little splashes of summer colour scattered around.
Mike and I are starting a new tradition this year: Christmas without the tree.
I'm so relieved. Because every year, the tree has been the source of this huge internal struggle for me.
On one hand... in what I like to think is a nod to my long-ago Druid ancestors... I pretty much worship trees. (You may have noticed this elsewhere in my stream. Ahem. It's a powerful force.) So... to bring one in, and adorn it with lights and ornamentation, and spend many hours admiring it... living with it as a member of the family... well, it feels kind of right.
On the other hand... there is no escaping the fact that the trees we bring inside each year are dead. And worse - we killed them ourselves, with our own hands, and have the sap-stained clothes and gloves to attest to our act of, let's face it, murder.
It's always bugged me, but the final straw was Mike's comment on our watering system. We have this great set-up where... every time the tree takes a drink... we hear this musical glug-glug-gurgle. Our tradition has always been to raise our glasses in response, and drink (or eat, or make the motions thereof) in the tree's direction, and say something like, "Here's to you, tree!"
So... yeah. We've lived with this charade for years. And it was only in the past few weeks that we agreed the glug-glugging was, in fact, sinister. Equivalent, we decided, to the flopping and gasping a fish does out of water.
We have agreed (thank goodness) not to inflict that slow-death suffering on another good, honest tree this year. And I am so relieved.
Yes, I know there's the option of the "living tree," but that has its own problems. Kind of like bringing home a big Tyee salmon and watching it swim in a bowl for a few weeks. Conifers just weren't made to live indoors. Or die indoors. So I'll do my seasonal worshipping outdoors this year - in the trees' own living room, which is as it should be.
"Photo Title / Verse Title"
Photo:
The Spanish squad having fun at the pawsox baseball game.
Verse:
I am still lost, but I don't know why,
Having a hard time surviving, closing my eyes in the long nights,
its hard that you get hurt from the same thing twice,
I thought we could last forever,
but I guess forever wasn't the thing that we call, "future",
I thought you were the perfect, and I am the lover,
My besty tried to tell me, but I didn't listen,
I depended on hopes and my secret ambition,
A feeling gave me the vision that I am looking for,
looking at my situation realised that I am in the wrong war,
Running naked without anything on me, not even a kevlar,
yes, I lost but I am still hoping for the better, and nothing will last forever.
I was in need of some fun today: A phone picture from last summer when my friend made me visit a pottery market (haha, I quite liked it once I was there). Lots of expensive pieces, they cost way more than I could afford. This one too. Some kind of big green jar with a yellow handle/knob. I touched the colours up a bit and put a texture on it.