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Pose: Animosity Poses - 136 pose pack with blunt and lighter included
Skin and facial hair: Vendetta - Josh @ ManCave
Hairbase: KOKOS Mainstore - Gulio Hairbase
Outfit: Legal Insanity - Cain shirt @ Alpha
Eyes and facial addon: Landgraff - Trippy Gacha @ The Arcade
Accessories: Badwolf - Mani Earrings Gauged s @ Alpha
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
― Leo F. Buscaglia
I haven't been able to be online for several days so I know I've missed some of your beautiful images. I'll do my best to catch up with today's images as soon as I can. Happy Sunday! :)
''Best friends...''
share laughs, memories,
and inside jokes.
They will always be honest
and stand by your side
no matter what!
They wipe your tears
pick u up when you fall
and are for ever
a piece of your heart...''
U are a piece of mine a sister by heart love you and im blessed to have you in my lives
both of them rl and sl and ty for
being here <3
I love Nickelback and she loves rock so I didnt want to make her click a bad link lol...
Katrin's beautiful version here
Hear what I hear
Piranha rouge/Red-bellied piranha
www.aquarium-museum.uliege.be/cms/c_12768843/fr/aquarium-...
Did anyone tell you
that in each subway train
there is one special seat
with a small hole in it
and underneath the seat
is a tank of piranha-fish
which have not been fed
for quite some time.
The fish become quite agitated
by the shoogling of the train
and jump up through the seat.
The resulting skeletons
of unlucky passengers
turn an honest penny
for the transport executive,
hanging far and wide
in medical schools.
(Edwin Morgan, "The Subway Piranhas")
I'll be honest. This past September, I was feeling a little discouraged and stressed out. With constantly feeling anxiety, grief, and being sick, I felt like i was doing everything wrong. And then this absolute peach joined our sim. She has brought so many new spectacular players in by the droves, has rped with everyone under the sun. She's been so welcoming, so kind and is such a creative and fun roleplayer, and has given a whole new spark and life to our community. Thank you so much for joining the TMR famjamborie. And congratulations on RPer of the month. it is so well deserved <3
come roleplay with us <3
Honest opinion, please
My thanks to all of you who stop, look and comment. I will be sure to check out your photostream
"Just a little taste, honest!"
Crimson rosella in suburban garden.
Canberra, Australia, August 2016.
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I know you want me
Every day, not only when you're lonely, yeah
You see, you think you know me
But you don't even know nothing about me, yeah
You see my thick thighs
Lost when you look into my brown eyes
See, my little waist can make you switch sides
You never know the devil in the disguise
So why don't you stand up, baby, and
Tell me, tell me, tell me do you want me on top?
So let me show you, show you, show you, I don't need to back it up
Don't wanna hold ya, mold ya, scold ya
Split you in half with my heart
I just wanna love on you, trust in you, honour you
Please do the same on your part
Thank you to Tom, for reminding me every day. <3
"You can dance like Beyoncé
You can shake like Shakira
Cause you're brave, yeah, you're fearless
And you're beautiful, you're beautiful
So whine like Rihanna
Go and pose like Madonna
Cause you're brave, yeah, you're honest
And you're beautiful, you're beautiful, girl.."
[ss] Photo Studio Umbrella Reflector Light v1.01
Custom poses with AnyPose
I spotted this decommissioned MGR 1 missile outside of VFW Post 1120, pretty cool. I don't know which looks better, color or mono 🤔
A hard man is good to find.
This is the second of my challenges taking place at my parcel, Noshinima's Neighborhood. After a month of brainstorming for ideas and working and creating, my new challenge to all of you is finally complete and ready for visitors. This is a new concept I am showcasing on my Flickr, where I challenge 50 great artists to do a photo shoot in the backdrop I created at my home sim.
For the second challenge, I created a large city park, filled with trees, flowers, a fountain and many recreational areas for people to relax and have fun in. I am challenging the names tagged in this post to do a shoot within my city park anywhere they like and however they like.
Rules and details:
1) I (Noshinima Midas) tag 50 names of great photographers on Second Life. Said photographers that choose to participate in the challenge can come over to my parcel, Noshinima's Neighborhood (link below) and do an image anywhere in my park. You will be allowed two hours to use any posestands or props that you would like to add and are allowed to bring any friends you want to join you in your shoot. You are also allowed to make the shoot as safe or as adult as you like. The only rule is that you do the shoot within the city park. Take your time to have a look around to see where in the park would make a great place for your image.
2) Upload the finished image onto Flickr and place the hashtag #NoshsHoodChallenge2 on either the title or the description.
3) From there, tag 10 of your friends names (no more, no less) of people that you would also like to see do this challenge that has not yet been tagged by me on this post. Link them to this post and explain the rules to them as well. They must also tag 10 of their friends that they would like to see do this challenge if they themselves choose to participate as well.
I am available every day. If anyone has any questions, comments or would like help in their shoots, be sure to contact me on Flickr or Second Life.
Noshinima Midas
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Moonlight%20Pleasure/203/1...
Yes, we are currently mere shadows of ourselves as we have become trapped in DIARRHEA HELL!
For two months Tidda has been suffering from increasingly frequent bouts of diarrhea. For the most part, she seems to be feeling okay and enjoys her walks, is hungry and plays. I on the other hand have been reduced to stumbling in a trance from one colon emergency to the next, randomly having to drop everything and take her outside or, worse, having to get up at 2 a.m. to take her out. And then again at 5.
Stool samples are negative for Giardia, negative for worms. She's been on probiotics and prebiotics for 10 days and has had several 24-hour fasts, now mostly getting rice and home-cooked chicken broth. She's losing weight and does seem to be a little less energetic.
The 12 day wait for the vet appointment has been the longest 12 days ever. It's no longer episodic but just continuous diarrhea. I wanted to bring her in as an emergency on Saturday but then she seemed slightly better and the vet "no longer had any same day visits available" that day. To be honest, I might be suffering more than she is. They said I'm doing everything right and she should get better.
Ever since the pandemic, the vet clinic has been chronically understaffed and overburdened and I've heard it's due in large part to the extreme local housing shortage as they can't hire people if there is no affordable place for them to live. Another issue is that I have constant problems buying her regular food as intermittently it's just not available due to the supply chain problems that are affecting pet foods. It's a real stressor for me. I'm going to see what the vet thinks about the possibility of making my own food for her.
Yet, Tidda is her sweet and good self. I'm trying to emulate her in that regard. I tell myself we will get through this and she will get better. Life just never seems to get any easier, though.
Wish us luck for the vet visit on Wednesday!
It was cold, muddy and dull, and I am feeling sick so didn't do much just this panorama pic. " It ain't much but it's honest work" If you have questions feel free to ask 😁. Thanks for the visit and have a nice day! 😊
Can't hear Lee Greenwood anymore...
I shoot raw, using a Nikon D3400, and edit in Lightroom (occasionally Photoshop).
Much photographed in Glencoe. This is the usual weather to be expected when spending a few days in Scotland. Little chance of dramatic colour in the skies - but when it does.....
I've photographed this twice before in 2014 and 2016, and to be honest I was quite surprised it was still here.
The garage where it is used to be French specialists but now they appear to have dropped this and just do general repairs.
Last taxed in 1995. It's interesting to see how a car which is untouched slowly disintegrates.
Previous photos of this are some of my most viewed and liked.
...Times are gone for honest men"
RIP Chris Cornell.
Seagulls trying to get their meal near the fish market in Karaköy
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Outfit details:
Top: (fashionably dead) Loose Crop
Bottoms: RIOT / Leah Shorts
Shoes: [COMPLEX] NOT SO NEW SNKRS Pride edition
Accessories:
- ~LittleFish~ Mina nosering (group gift)
- VISTA VWATCH
- Muschi Airpods
- [little p] Hola Summer Shades + Soda
- Custom tattoos by my amazing girlfriend Michela_DK
Makeup details:
Nuve - Dylan eyebrows
WarPaint - Mercurial eyeshadow
WarPaint - Ambrosia lipgloss
Body details:
Stealthic - Tender hair
Lelutka EvoX - Raven head
leLAPEAU - Blush skin
Velour - Ipanema body skin
ALT3> Dewey Skin shine
Legacy body
OMY Holly pose
Current Vibe: An honest mistake
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This photograph was taken with Alchemy viewer without edit
The RJ's PA Lines are now home to some secondhand 70s, and honest to God, I like them even more than the 40s in this paint, especially when fresh! The RJ can be frustrating and elusive. I've had a lot of fun days out here, but none with conditions that were this perfect. Somehow, some way, no vehicles in the shot either!
Straight off, I'll be honest with you: I don't know if this is Buffalo Pass at all. Buffalo Pass. The name is quite ironic: I doubt any buffalo ever passed that way! Surely an average buffalo has more sense than me, as will soon become apparent.
Going over Buffalo Pass isn’t like going over the edge of the Niagara Falls. It is a gradual, painful process, quite akin to passing a kidney stone. How is that, you ask? Well, suffice to say that the last 6 miles getting to/past Buffalo Pass (who the hell knows - the passing of Buffalo Pass cannot be perceived by any of the senses), I repeat, the last 6 miles getting to/past Buffalo Pass took an hour and a half, during which our rental Jeep (Grand Cherokee XL, for the record) bottomed out at least three times and we managed to get overtaken six times by the same misearable mountain biker who’s sole aim in life seemed to have been to, you guessed it, get to Buffalo Pass!
But hey, some nightmares have a happy ending. On the way down from Buffalo Pass (though for all I know we may been still passing through it - the bumps in the road sure did not make it feel it was otherwise, and if I didn’t have brain damage before that, I do now!)…… the view opened up.
I slammed on the Jeep's breaks (Grand Cherokee XL, for the record), snapped up my camera, exploded through driver side door so fast that the dust had barely started to settle, and click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click….I shot this panorama, without a thought given to composition, focus or whether I would get a single like on Flickr. If there is a photographers' Heaven - I was in it!
Buffalo Pass? I love it! ❤
his is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart as compass
This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline
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American Kestrel (Falco sparverius) on her favourite perch (and mine), behind the CNC, Kelowna, BC.
Thanks to constructive criticism from Wayne Kennedy, a Floridian Flickr friend, I reworked the original shot posted last week. So you've seen this pose before; the adjustments to colour and framing make it a different photograph.... Although all comments are appreciated, honest criticism is always preferred. Flattery only leads to flatulence....