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Pictured left to right: Sir Wesley Royce "Old Walrus" and Sir Belfric Bell "The Sea Fang"
Sir Wesley Royce “The Old Walrus”: Born in 688AV, third son of Sir Baron Royce. House Royce is a branch family of House Bell, which began with a second son who won great honour and received lands of his own. Their sigil is a yellow crown on a pink field. The crown to honour the king at the time, and the pink to symbolize blood being thinned by sea water. House Royce hails from the tower called the Anchor Gate, which is located at the South-East tip of the island of Tospire. The Crescent Channel has a very strong current, so ships are pulled into Port by the dock workers. In the instance of an attack on the city by sea, ships are not pulled into port, so many would be carried down the channel toward the anchor gate. Between the Anchor gate and the cliffs west of Crescent Landing is a large Portcullis which can be lowered to trap invading ships. Through the murder holes, guards can loose arrows and dump oil on the stalled ships.
House Royce have gained the reputation of being merciless to raiders and other enemies of House Flint. House Royce also frequently catch smugglers and criminals while performing inspections of ships leaving the channel, and capturing these goods and returning them has resulted in their becoming one of the wealthiest families in the West. Wesley’s father and two older brothers died in the conquest of the Western Plains of Bones in 705AV, while Wesley commanded the Anchor Gate. In 718AV, he fought in the Battle of brother’s Blood, and killed many Casterwood men. He was charged with protecting his liege Lord, Henry Flint, during the battle, so when Lord Flint was taken hostage by Lord Pyrseus Casterwood, Sir Wesley felt a great deal of shame. Sir Wesley, however, was awarded a medal of honour by the King when he learned that the knight had fought both Sir Harold and Sir Qarl in an attempt to protect his lord.
During the sacking of Channelstone in 723AV, Sir Wesley held the Anchor Gate even after the Bell Tower fell. The Orcs were trapped in Channelstone with no way to escape down the channel, and when they abandoned the castle, they fled north-west into Willem Wood. Sir Wesley swore fealty to Henry Flint as Overlord of the West in 730AV, when those lands became independent. Sir Wesley is nicknamed “the Old Walrus” from due to his stocky build, thick moustache, his love of the sea and his loves of naps on the rocky shores of Tospire. He is incredibly strong and tough, famously fighting through many wounds in battle.
Sir Belfric Bell “The Sea Fang”: Born in 709AV, the oldest son of Sir Belard Bell, the Sea Beast. House Bell hails from the Bell Tower, on the North-West bank of the island of Tospire and their sigil is a gold Sea Serpent. The Bell Tower looks over the northern flow of the Crescent Channel and stops all boats who mean to enter the port of Channelstone. House Bell oversees the production and operation of a large portion of the Flint Fleet, and therefore the Royal Fleet.
Belfric became the Knight of the Bell Tower when his father, the Sea Beast, died at the battle of Brother’s blood in 718AV. After taking an arrow to the shoulder, the Sea Beast faced Sir Haytham the Untrue in single combat and was slain after an extended duel with the famous swordsman. In 723AV, Kutbrow the Croc lead a small band of Orcs to sneak inside Channelstone and capture it. First, the orcs scaled the Bell Tower and cut the rope of the bell, neutralizing it. The Orcs killed many of the guards, and would have captured the young knight Belfric, had the dogs not begun to bark. He took his sword belt and fought his way down the stairs and down to the dock where some of his men were fighting Kutbrow’s Orcs. Belfric and his men boarded a sail boat and sailed down the channel blowing their war horns to wake the castle, but by then, it was already aflame. Belfric and his men sailed to the Storm Hold to inform King Davian the Bold.
When Channelstone was abandoned by the Orcs after an 8 month siege by the Royal Army, Belfric rebuilt his tower’s defences. House Flint’s forces, including Belfric, were ordered to safeguard the West in the waning years of the Seven Year Orc War. Belfric organized supply ships and the shipping of weapons, armour and other goods to ports around the kingdom. When the Storm Hold came under siege in 728AV, House Flint’s forces were ordered to prepare to receive those fleeing from the besieged castle, but none ever came. The King and Princess died in the siege and House Fielder collapsed with the apparent death of Prince Eodor the next year.
Sir Belfric swore fealty to Henry Flint the next year, as Overlord of the West, in the absence of a King. Belfric has fought in many skirmishes with Kalaroccan pirates and bandits alike. Belfric is a tall man with a muscular build and is a skilled swordsman and waterman as well. He has a Sea Serpent tattoo on his face, as is tradition for the Commander of the Bell Tower and the Head of House Bell.
Sir Wesley was mentored by Sir Belfric's father, the Sea Beast, and was heartbroken when he saw him die at the Battle of Brother's Blood. Sir Wesley looked after young Belfric like he was his own and trained him himself. The night of the sacking of Channelstone, when Wesley saw that the Bell Tower was aflame, he rallied his men to march on it, but when Belfric's ship reached the Anchor gate, he warned the Walrus of the danger, so Wesley sent the ship on to the Storm Hold to warn the King, and he locked his gates.
There are few fiercer knights in the service of Thronfeld than these two. The Young King is lucky to have such seasoned battle commanders and sea farers as allies in his quest to reunite his kingdom.
And people who lost their lives today in this horrible Connecticut shooting.
I am heartbroken at the thought of all of it. Just so sad. I can't think of anything else. I can't even read about it anymore.
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i've been wanting to try self-portraits for a while- this one is so silly but it was a lot of fun to make, haha.
ironically i really dislike the color pink, but this time it worked for me.
-inspired by a song by Camera Obscura.
Ever since Vincent and Aiden had been discovered by the authorities in the street, it had been nothing but a whirlwind of activity and loud men demanding to know what happened all the way up to Vincent's flat. Aiden had claimed, "I found him like this!" a handful of times already! Now, Vincent was laying in his bed asleep, resting fitfully with a couple of peelers surrounding him, one pressing linen to his abdomen to stop the bleeding. Across the room, Aiden was seated on Vincent's chaise while staring at his captain. Nearby, Pete the lantern lay deactivated and turned off.
"Alright, son. From the top. Who is this, who are you, and what happened?"
Aiden pulled his gaze away to look back at the constable who had pulled up a chair and taken a seat before him. Unlike the other men, the constable seemed to show more empathy and wanted to actually hear what happened. It was obvious he wasn't going to accept the rushed answer Aiden offered his subordinates.
"Sir, this man is my captain: Vincent Dubois. He runs a cargo airship and I'm his engineer: Aiden Anderson. See, the captain missed an appointment with a client yesterday afternoon and well...I was worried. To be honest," Aiden elaborated as he motioned the constable to lean in a little closer but said quietly but loud enough for the others to hear, "he's a bit of a drunk and he gets into trouble like this every so often." He cleared his throat and spoke up more with a small sigh. "I figured he'd gone and got himself drunk and forgot all about it. I assumed he'd made his ass home by now, but I found him around the corner like this with all his belongings gone and everything! He woke up for a moment but he said he didn't know who it was. I was trying to get him upstairs but he'd already passed out again just before your men found us."
Behind the constable, one of the peelers snorted slightly and added, "He's not wrong, Sir. This guy gets drunk every time that he's in town." The constable glanced over his shoulder and quirked his brow at his subordinate who smirked and nudged the seated man beside him.
Aiden bit back an angry remark and instead turned his attention back to the constable who turned to look back at Aiden. Aiden didn't want to talk about Vincent like that and call him a 'drunk.' However, they needed the authorities off their tail! He hoped that the constable would buy his story and just call it an unwitnessed mugging and move on.
"Does he have any relatives in town?"
"Yes, Sir! His uncle and aunt and their daughters! But I don't know where they live or...or any of their names."
Behind the constable, the man standing rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. Aiden felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't offer that information but it wasn't like he could help it! Vincent was a private person, and he'd never had a reason to know until now. However the constable didn't seem phased by Aiden's response and continued to patiently question him.
"Alright, son. Do they share the same family name? Does he have any other contacts?"
"I believe so, Sir. And the only other person I know of is Damien O'Connor, our other crewmate, who is staying with family but I don't have his address or their names memorized. I'm sorry."
"John," the man pressing the linen to Vincent's side interrupted, "this guy's not looking so good. He's starting to get clammy." And even as he spoke, Vincent's painful groaning could be heard as he shifted uncomfortably in his sleep.
Aiden felt his heart clench at the news, but it wasn't surprising either. With the severity of Vincent's injuries and the conditions he was subjected to at the private jail, the chances of getting through this alive had been slim. Now that sickness was setting in with an apparent infection, the odds were even less likely! So many people died every day from even the stupidest, simplest injuries that became infected! The idea of losing Vincent made Aiden want to throw up. He couldn't lose Vincent! He couldn't!
There was a knock at the door and the man standing went to answer it. It was only a minute later that he returned and looked at his commanding officer and informed him, "The hospital sent word that someone is on the way."
The constable gave a nod, then looked at Aiden. He gave a small sigh though his eyes held empathy as he explained, "I'm going to try to contact the Dubois family. My men will stay until the doctor arrives. Forgive me, but I am sure you understand the severity of this situation. I am very sorry. My prayers are with your captain that he makes it through."
"Thank you, Sir."
Once the constable took his leave, Aiden's gaze returned to Vincent who lay there in bed looking very much in pain and sleeping restlessly. It was clear the constable didn't have much faith in Vincent's chances of recovery. Honestly, there wasn't much else Aiden could do but wait and pray that Vincent would pull through and that the doctor would be able to save his captain.
He'd made it this far, Aiden thought. He has to make it. He has to!
...
It was about twenty excruciating, long minutes later that there was a brisk knocking at the door which made everyone jump. Everyone looked at each other before one of the officers went to answer it. Aiden prayed it was the doctor! If there was any chance of saving Vincent, it had to be now! The peeler's voice came a moment later, sounding slightly put off at whoever the visitor was.
"Can I help you, Madame?"
"Pardon me but I have a patient to attend to."
"I know who you are. We were expecting the doctor, not YOU, witch."
"...come again?"
"The gentleman inside is very ill. He needs a REAL doctor, not some woman playing with sticks and leaves pretending to be one!"
"Move."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Out of my way!"
"Just...hold on! You can't just go in there! Madame!"
Both Aiden and the peeler attending to Vincent looked up with wide eyes as a fiery red haired woman barged into the room, heavy bag in hand and looking determined as she marched towards the sleeping Vincent. As her eyes fell upon him, her expression shifted and she looked so heartbroken.
There was something familiar about the woman, but before Aiden could figure out why the peeler was at her heels barking, "Madame, you will cease this intrusion!" The woman forcefully set her heavy bag down on the edge of the bed and turned on her heel. She got right up in the man's face without fear despite her short stature. She set her hands on her hips and glowered up at him.
As if it wasn't clear enough that she wasn't going to accept being spoken to in this manner, she retorted hotly, "The doctor is not available to come tonight because when he heard the condition of Mr. Dubois, he expressed his lack of faith in his recovery so I volunteered to come in his stead! I care more about the rat shit on my 'boot'," she said with emphasis, “than I care about who you expected me to be or not! Now...if there is to be any chance of saving this man, I need to get to work! If you are going to arrest me or throw me out, I will drop on my knees this very second and pray to God that He damns you to remember EVERY DAY that it was YOU who killed this innocent, sick man just so you could feel powerful over some woman for two minutes! OR you can choose to do the right thing and let me get to work!"
The peeler's jaw dropped and he stammered, unable to form a proper response. Disgusted with this man, the woman leaned up on her toes to appear bigger as she growled quietly, "And might I remind you, Benjamin Burke, that two Summers past when that snake bit you it was NOT the doctor who sucked the venom from your veins. It. Was. Me."
Her bold statement was followed by the loudest silence Aiden had ever experienced. He was furious at the audacity of the peeler for his attitude towards her; especially since it was apparent that she'd saved his life in the past! He hadn't forgotten the "witch" accusation from when she first called either but this woman was something else! He was intimidated as much as he admired her boldness!
For a long moment, nothing was spoken as the peeler's face grew a dark shade of red. It was clear he was angry and embarrassed! However, after a few more seconds he seemed unable to formulate a retort. Aiden wondered if the woman was going to antagonize him further, but instead simply quirked her brow at him before turning away and stepping up the bedside to reach for her bag calmly as she stated, "If you are finished with your reports gentlemen, you may take your leave. I have a life to save."
With a sneer, the peeler glanced across the room to his colleague. "C'mon," he growled as his eyes turned darkly upon the woman's back. The other peeler looked across the room at Aiden apologetically, then set the linen down and began to follow after the other. As he drew up with the woman, he paused and said sincerely, "Thank you for coming so quickly, Madame, despite what my colleague says..."
"Of course," she replied with a small, appreciative smile. "Thank y-"
"Let's go!" came the angry voice of the man behind them. As the peeler joined the angry one, he held the door open and seethed impatiently. As the second walked out, the first said loudly, "That guy's a goner for sure! Witch!"
And the door slammed shut leaving his accusation ringing behind him.
Before he realized what he was doing, Aiden was on his feet and about to go chasing after the peeler and beat some sense into him! He didn't care that he was about to be arrested for it!
"That bastard!"
Still pumped and not caring about repercussions, he began to march for the door! But as he drew up with the woman, she reached out and gently but firmly tugged his arm and yanked him back as she pointed out, "Wait, Aiden! It's not worth it! Vincent needs you more than that pig needs a beating!"
Disarmed, Aiden immediately paused in his steps and stared down at her. He saw now that she was young; perhaps his own age and with a cute, round face. She quirked her mouth in a slight peek of a smile, evidently amused. And then in her eyes, even in the dim light, Aiden recognized the familiar, gorgeous colors of the sea. That along with that slight smile at the corner of her mouth made him realize why he recognized her even if he didn't know why. Even with her fiery red hair and plump figure, she reminded him of Vincent!
"How do you know my name?"
"Haven't you heard? I'm a witch," she responded dryly as she released his arm. Making haste, she moved around the bed to inspect Vincent. As she did, she explained quickly, "My apologies for speaking your name so informally. Vincent told me about you. Well, all of us really, when he came to visit for family dinner last week. I'm his cousin, Miss Bernadette Dubois, second eldest of the brood. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance though I do wish it were under better circumstances." As she pressed her hand to Vincent's warm, dampened forehead, she frowned and quickly shifted to check his vitals and groaned softly. "I'm glad I got here when I did. God knows I REFUSED to leave my cousin in the hands of that incapable man."
'What a bold thing to say,' Aiden thought silently as he stood on the opposite side of the bed and just took in the sight of this surprising young woman. She wasn't like any other woman he'd ever met! But then again, she was supposedly Vincent's cousin and he certainly wasn't a typical man.
"As do I, Miss Dubois. I am thankful you are here. Vincent isn't looking too good, is he?"
"He's not looking good at all! We'll be lucky if he doesn't have tetanus to contend with as well! I fear my cousin is living on borrowed time."
"What can I do to help?"
Bernadette was grateful for Aiden's willingness to stay. If he hadn't, this would be a much harder ordeal and treatment would not have been started until it was far too late! As for Aiden, it wasn't even a second thought. He was going to help in any way he could.
The first thing Bernadette had done after giving Vincent the safest large doses of opium from a small tincture bottle was burn some kind of dry herb she called sage to "clear the air" as she put it. While she did that, she sent Aiden into Vincent's kitchen to look for some of his rum or any other alcohol he could find and to boil some water. While the kettle was heating up, he'd found some rum hiding in a cabinet and brought it promptly over. Already knowing what this was for, he prayed Vincent would stay asleep for it. Aiden had witnessed before the pain of alcohol on an open wound.
As he returned to the bedside, he set down the bottle of rum and was suddenly distracted by a rather odd, pungent smell that wasn't the sage or the alcohol. Aiden made a slight face as across from him, Bernadette withdrew and began unwrapping a small, damp package. Inside was a round lump of something that smelled even more pungent and with a hint of citrus outside its packaging. In Aiden's opinion it greatly resembled a dark green rolled up ball of feces! It looked gross and smelled suspicious!
"What is 'that?!'" he asked bluntly and skeptically before he could stop himself. His question drew a highly amused smirk from Bernadette. She held out the sticky ball for him to see with a quirked brow.
"Bhang*."
"Bhang?"
"Yes. Technically it's-" she put a strange, foreign accent on it "-'bhang goli.' It's a foreign recipe. It's going into the tea. It's made from the plant our people call cannabis. It has many healing properties." As she shifted it stickily in her hand, she elaborated more much to Aiden's surprise and appreciation. "This particular bhang mixture helps with anxiety, pain, nausea, and has sedative effects." Immediately Aiden's eyes widened as he stared at the green round ball in her hand.
"I've never heard of it before! Is ALL of it going into the tea?"
"Heavens, no!" she exclaimed with a chuckle as she set the ball of bhang on the tea plate she'd previously set down the nightstand beside her. "He'd probably sleep until next week if I gave him this whole thing, and throttle me for it...or possibly thank me. Hm. Best not find out! No, just a couple pinches is all." She cleared her throat and began to wipe her hands. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of it, being around Vincent and all."
Before Aiden could ask what she meant by any of that (for it all sounded as confusing as it was interesting to him), Bernadette continued, "The opium should be kicking in very soon. Then afterwards the bhang and valerian root tea will be potent and ready. Right then! Let's get started."
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Vocabulary
*Bhang- A mixture of the pieces of the cannabis plant ground and turned into a paste and used in drinks or other edibles.
Disclaimer: Fictional liberties have been taken for the dosing of all medications mentioned in the story above.
For more information about bhang, I strongly recommend doing some research!
But to help you get started, here is a useful link:
wayofleaf.com/recipes/what-is-bhang
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Candid street shot, New Orleans.
It really is possible to die of a broken heart, scientists have found.
The immense grief of losing a loved one means that many people die within three years of their husband or wife.
Researchers at St Andrews University have identified a 'widowhood' effect which they claim does not just affect elderly couples, also occurs amongst those in their 30s and 40s.
They found that 40 per cent of women and 26 per cent of men died within three years of their partner.
The study, which will be published next year in the journal Epidemiology, identified a range of causes including cancer, heart diseases, accidents and suicides.
Professor Paul Boyle, chief executive of the Economic and Social Research Council, who led the study, said: 'The key message is that it doesn’t matter what causes of death you look at there is still a widowhood effect.
'This is a clear demonstration, we would argue, that social effects, such as losing a partner, have an impact on life expectancy.
My little Chipster has been missing now for three weeks. I'd would appreciate everyone's Help in finding him. He has quite a few aliases I listed in the Tags, he may be in your neighborhood using one. I believe he was last seen in the company of one Cherie Chiprump, a bit of a floozy me thinks.
If any of you can print out this poster for your office bullitin board it might help find him.
Many thanks to those of you that have sent cards and flowers during my period of despair..(candy helps a lot too)
Mrs.Chipster can be viewed here...... www.flickr.com/photos/minouzers/175338838/
Hearts A Mess
2020
From the series “20 Easy Pieces”.
Inspired by the poem of Emily Bronté:
“...Yet these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted,
Then journey on, if not elate,
Still, never broken-hearted!”
PRINTS: markonadj.com
I was heartbroken that one of my best friends lost her only sibling, her brother. I grew up next door to them. Richard was such a cute kid that everyone had a crush on him. He looked like Luke Skywalker. He was the lifeguard at the country club.
The only reason I didn't have a crush on him was two reasons.
1. He heard my mom screaming at me and, once, he saw me flee into the woods after I had thrown a glass of iced tea in her face. I ran and hid, believe me, and he was my lookout to be sure my mom didn't find me.
2. He was 2 years younger - the kiss of death in high school. Not cool. heh
Anyway, my sister always forces me to post certain pictures of her on Facebook. I decided to post one on my own, with a rhyme that expresses my love for my sister, Karen. I am blessed to have her in my life and wanted her to know before time passes so quickly it becomes a blur.
~My Sister, My Partner in Crime~ by me
I have two lovely sisters.
I love them equally.
But being very different
I love them differently.
This rhyme is meant for Karen,
My sister, my partner in crime.
She's the sister just below me
With her I spent most of my time.
For you, Karen, my fiercest rival
I spent hours planning pranks.
Though should anybody threaten you
I totally had your flanks.
My life was never boring
With you constantly around.
We understood each other
Without even using sound.
You've been more than a best friend.
You're more than a parent could be.
You're my sister, my partner in crime.
I will love you an eternity.
So I just wanted to do a quick upload, busy with school stuff. This was taken on my iPhone4s and then edited with Instagram.
I know it's not a fantastic shot, but I just wanted to show you the beautiful sunset I got to watch while coming home from class. The sun was literally pink and huge! It was right behind me and I tried to take pictures but I was driving and was sadly unable too.
I have not seen a sunset in so long because of the constant rain and overcast days that it really was a sight to behold.
Sometimes the worst of days can produce something beautiful. For those who have been a contact for a while you know that we had 2 geese. Well sadly on this day one of them went missing, we believe a bobcat or something got to it while they were sleeping. We only have one now, and the poor thing is heartbroken just as we are. It has become such a hassle to just get the goose away from my car because it will see its reflection and think that it is its friend. :( I feel so bad.
This picture is obsessive…
I see diferents things in the photo.i See a animal looking to the Right with mouth of a pig and head of a horse with one big Eye.Surrealist…Anyone see anything?
... But sometimes is a good hurt,
and it feels like I'm alive.
• Incubus - Love Hurts •
Lyrics in my hand • Space Dementia, Muse.
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He said he would always be mine
as long as the sun doth shine
until the day
he gave it away
and was caught in a lover's entwine
As the sun went dim
I spied her with him
And forcefully retrieved what was mine...My Bloody Valentine.
adj. Suffering from or exhibiting overwhelming sorrow, grief, or disappointment.
Overcome by crushing sorrow; deeply grieved.
Day 95 : 365
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Seventeen-year-old Phoebe is in the school basketball team. She has an Aboriginal father and a white mother who are separated. Her mom's drinking problem affects her school performance. She is heartbroken, pretending everything is fine.
Edited book cover, My Spare Heart by Jared Thomas.
Sydney
Kmart Discount Store located at 10321 East 21st St. in Tulsa,OK. This store which opened on November 9th 1972 is closing on September 3rd 2017. This store was the first of four stores located in the City of Tulsa and ended up being the last of the four stores in operation. I had the pleasure of meeting an employee known among the crew as "Mrs. Leanne". She had worked at this store since 1977 and had very fond memories of working for the Kmart Corporation. She was heartbroken when she learned of the closure of "her" store but knew the day would come once Eddie Lampert became CEO of the Company. One of her favorite memories was the daily store meetings held in the Kmart Restaurant where the employees and managers would chain smoke discussing the daily blue light specials. The future of the building is unknown.
Broken
Week 3 theme
52 weeks: 2013 edition
One of my favourite tops is falling apart at the seams, so I can't wear it anymore.. and I'm a little bit heartbroken.
I was a bit heartbroken I didn't get my beloved DOE on this one, but even strangely LVF revealed there were only 2 on the route that early, both very far from Putney… These can thrash well though, but whoever thought to add the side panels things to Gemini 3 Mark2s should be [insert something mean] (I don't mind the odd lights, but that… Such an opposite to Olympus).
One of my favorite summers flowers
Too bad, my 7 hydrangeas had not survived from eating by the deer. They usually ate up the top shoots where they produced the flowers. You should see some of them produced a couple hundred flowers each year. I'm so heartbroken, but, what are you going to do? I had tried something, spray or put human stuff (like used soap) nearby, didn't work. The end of the saga. :-(
I've seen many, so many over such a short period of time that it can almost be considered an overkill. I've been fat, skinny, distorted, confident, heartbroken,confused, overjoyed, hopeful,hapless,arrogant, mischievous, wannabe, the adjectives go on and on and zzzz...
Gah, where are the "সুখের পায়রা" when you need them?
Oh, right there they are...over the river Turag. Well good luck with the 80 mph wind, fools!
Location: Sluice Gate over Mirpur-Ashulia Road.
Sky: Angry, very.
Method: Self(ie)- IR Remote fired-Tripod mounted,Slightly tilted,Center composed.
On Black, পিলিজ my good mates
Ice was on McIntosh last December when this was shot and it iced up again in the second half of February. It is rapidly melting now that the coming days will near 70 and will creep above freezing in the nights. My cousin asked, after examining my recent edits, "Where is winter in my shots?" Here is one that shows water lapping at the derelict tree and freezing into icicles. I have shot this scene before in fall, "Autumn ripples." I needed a good walk at McIntosh Lake then and now but the trail is a morass of mud today. There has been no foliage but I I suspect a green up might be on us sooner than might be suspected. I liked the joke of this subject found as rip rap.
Our winter has nearly been stolen this winter and global warming gave us the warmest year world wide ever on record, last year. Today, I watched a heartbroken fellow drive by with a canoe on his roof. Hard water. Extreme sports fans take note that you can go up into the Park on days and nights like this and die if you want. People regularly do! Know that there is no bad weather, just bad clothes. A modicum of sense never hurt either but then that is why hunter gatherers had the largest brain size in homo sapiens sapiens. He had to live until tomorrow to survive at all.
The range of in this shot was tough. This is another snap for my "Hard Water Works set. I knew that eagles have been spotted around here but they could be after the prairie dogs on the opposite shore, frame right. There are a couple of inconvenient outhouses for those who are willing to put in a bit of walk. I hid the far one behind the tree's reach. This is Dawson Park but Flanders Park is on the north side. Both are on the lake loop walk and trail. I made it out here twice on a recent weekend and there are always folks on the paths.
No, she's not heartbroken
Her description:
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I really like the Korean reality show “We Got Married”. In the show, celebrities are paired up and they have to pretend to be a married couple. My favorite couple is Gain (from Brown Eyed Girls) and Jo Kwon (from 2am). People call them the "Adam Couple" because "adam" means "small" in Korean, and they're both petite. I really love them because they never fail to make me laugh, and their virtual marriage has lasted for over a year already. Sadly, they now have to leave the show. Their last episode was shown on Saturday. It’s really sad, but of course they can’t be in the show forever.
(At least I can still watch them on their sitcom “All My Love,” where they play the role of twins. But that means I can’t really expect any romantic development from them.)
Thanks a lot to my sister for taking my picture, editing it and doing the paper cut out!
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I love the Adam couple too. But at least I still have the Khuntoria episodes to look forward to :)
This game's been out a year and just got into Cinematic Tools/Reshade and modding for DAI for the first time. I've already gone through several playthroughs and now i'm replaying again because I missed it. First time really playing as a HF (always played EF and was soooo heartbroken by Solas omg)
Default skin/brow textures because Black Emporium is essential to me (and I forgot which slots the mods are at ...).
Another beautiful sunset on the Jones Family Farm.
I love this tree. Sadly, in a year or so, the highway is going to cut straight through the farm and they are going to take out this beauty of a tree. I will be heartbroken. I might just have to tie myself to it in protest.
Edit: EXPLORED! Highest position thus far – 8 on Sunday, February 27, 2011.