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Is there anyone who knows a lot about the Bratz brand on here that can help me with something I am putting together? Someone who knows a lot about past releases, both dolls and other types of merchandise? Help would be very much appreciated. FM if you think (or know) you can! Thank you.
A westbound coal train rolls into Livingston, Montana and stops to receive a set of helpers on the rear for the trip over Bozeman Pass.
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Any help in identification would be appreciated. My wife noted these, beside the road. We stopped, and I took a few photos. The bush/shrub was about 3 m/yds tall. The fruit was quite small, smaller than a pea. There were lots of them. Technically, the fruit is a pome. (So are apple fruits.)
Thanks for looking, and for identification help.
See below: These Days in French Life suggests that this is firethorn, Pyracantha. The description in the Wikipedia article seems to match.
I checked the Wikipedia, and here's what it has to say about eating these berries (or, rather, pomes). "Pyracantha berries are not poisonous as commonly thought; although they are very bitter, they are edible when cooked and are sometimes made into jelly."
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UP, Union Pacific AC4400CW #6562- SD90/43AC #8206- C44/60AC #7048, on the pull, and ready to head west to Soldier Summit, at Helper, UT. 4-22-2001
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I have two little cousins that love to hear me telling them horror stories. The last time they visited, I invented this story, which I quite liked, so I decided to write it down and make this photo.
It was also really fun taking this shot. We actually went in some woods near midnight with a candle and a girl wrapped in a blanket. People should have thought all kinds of stuff!
Thank you so much for being such a weirdo with me, Giovanna!
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England, 1863. It was a late winter night. The cold wind blew through the large stone corridors of the Brocklehurst mansion. Not much could be seen, once several of the candles responsible for lightning the place were already dead. The brightest place in the whole house was the west-wing living room, inhabited by two siblings sitting by the fireplace, each one involved by a thick, brown blanket. Annabelle and Jonah were completely by themselves. Even though the family once was very influent and rich in the town, it all ended when their mother mysteriously passed away. Her body was found in the woods surrounding the house, with no apparent wound or signs of struggle. Her health was perfect and some sudden illness was very unlikely. Some would say her soul was taken by the dark spirits of the forest, as told by an old legend a lot of people refused to believe.
Since her death, the Lord Brocklehurst lost all his will to live. The businesses ran by generations in the family slowly decayed to almost inexistent levels. The mansion, once always brilliant and filled with maids, servants and delightful balls for the aristocracy, was now completely abandoned and infested with spiders, rats and dust. Some would say the Lord even lost his savvy. It was common enough to him to depart with no warning, leaving his children behind.
“I wonder when dad will come back this time.” Annabelle said to the air, clearly not paying attention anymore to the book her brother was reading for her. Jonah stopped, looked at the girl for a few seconds and closed the book soundly, making a cloud of dust rise from it.
“Don’t wait up too cheerfully.” he said, standing up and leading himself to the opposite side of the big room to give the book back to an immense bookcase filled with stories and tales, when the sharp scream of a girl made him drop it, as darkness engulfed everything.
“Calm down, Ann! What happened?!” said the tall young man, half-closing his eyes trying to adapt to the murk.
“The fireplace… It… It just went off out of nowhere!” she answered, with little sobs in her voice. The boy then found his way back to her side, making her skip a heartbeat when he hugged her. After calming Annabelle down, Jonah went to the next room and took a few half used candles.
“I’m sure it was just a wind gust.”
“It was not!” she answered, still with a trembling voice. “I was right here, I didn’t feel anything! It just… I think I saw something red in the fire and then it extinguished.” A chill went through her spine.
“Don’t be silly. Here, look.” He pointed to the fireplace. “The firewood just withered. We need some more.”
“But we ran out of it, brother… These were the last ones. It should have endured through the night…”
“Then… I’ll get more in the woods.”
A deep silence took place. Even though the stories were hard to believe, they didn’t enjoyed going in there, especially after their mother incident. But there was no option. They would definitely freeze without any fire.
“You stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He kissed Annabelle’s forehead, messed her hair, took the lamp and left the room. She heard him getting the axe, opening the huge front door and closing it.
Except for her own breathing and some whispers of the wind, the silence was absolute. She waited there, wrapped in the blanket, staring the nothingness.
(…)
The clock ticked for way too long. Something was definitely wrong. She was really scared, yes, but it scared her even more to lose the only one she had left. The last one who cared for her. Some of the wolves in the woods could have attacked him, even though it wasn’t common for them to come close to the house. She took the blanket, put the candle in a white porcelain saucer and left.
It was a full moon, but the clouds covered it almost completely. The leafless, lifeless trees danced conducted by the wind - a macabre corpse dance. The branches cracking with the movement created the eeriest symphony. Annabelle took a deep breath, swallowed the fear and went down the stairs which leaded to the wood’s entrance. Walking carefully amongst the branches laying in the ground, she started to look for her beloved brother. She couldn’t scream or make too much noise, because that could call the wolves’ attention. So the girl continued going deeper in the forest, with her path lightened by a simple candle, whispering Jonah’s name. She walked and walked with no sign of him. Then, a scream echoed in the woods. Annabelle froze, and so did the wind. It stopped completely, putting an end to the orchestra it leaded. She then realized she was way deeper inside the woods than any sane person would be. The trees were so dense she couldn’t even see the dim moon’s light hiding behind the clouds. All the available light was coming from the candle.
Then, with her ear now left in peace, she began to hear, far away, a gentle low voice calling for her.
“Annabelle…”
The girl ignored at first, but the calling was then repeated, a little louder. She recognized it coming from the southwest and began following it. As she went closer and closer to the source of her brother’s voice, it got louder, although it still was a whisper. Walking a little faster as she thought she would finally rendezvous, a glade revealed itself.
“Anabelle…”
She heard from the other side of it. Walking cautiously, she kept following the voice.
“Annabelle…”
When the girl reached the center, a weird feeling made her stop. She felt someone right behind her. She could feel its presence… Its heat. The hot breath right on her neck.
“ANNABELLE.”
It was no longer her brother’s voice. It was a scratchy, cold and rough voice, the mix of an old man in his deathbed with the growl of a dreadful monster. She screamed and began to run desperately, leaving behind the blanket right where the thing talked to her. The girl didn’t look back; there was no need to see whatever it was that was there. And this way she continued, running as fast as she could, crying and protecting the light – her guide.
After running for what she thought being a few miles, Annabelle found herself in another glade. As the weak light revealed the path in front of her, she saw something. It looked like Jonah lying in the ground. Desperately, she ran to it and when tried to hug it, the girl realized it was just a blanket. Her own blanket. The same one she left exactly there in her first escape. “I had ran in circles… Stupid tricky forest!”, she thought. Then she continued walking, determined to leave that dark hell and ask for help finding Jonah. She walked into miles, feeling devastated and confused, when another glade was found. The same nightmare was repeated. Again, she was in the same place, even though she walked a straight path. Nearly exhausted, she couldn’t give up… Not yet...
She ran.
(…)
For the third time, there she was again. The same glade. Annabelle picked up the blanket, wrapped herself inside it, sat down and started to cry.
“It will be alright…” she tried to comfort herself. “I’ll just wait here until dawn comes… Then I’ll find my way back.” She thought of her brother. Would he be trapped just like she was? Maybe he just couldn’t find his way back. Yes, they would find each other again. They would be together again. They would.
She stayed there waiting for the time pass by. Obviously, she couldn’t sleep – her nerves wouldn’t allow her. So, with a low, faint voice, she began to hum the song her mother used to sing to her in stormy nights. Her heart was calmed. She felt like her mother was there for her.
Suddenly, a bell rang far away, making Annabelle goggle her eyes on its direction. Eleven times that bell was ringed. It was the town’s old clock, telling everyone that the eleventh hour has come.
“Just a few more hours… Everything will be fine.” she thought.
A cold, lonely and singing hour later, the clock once again made its announcement. The girl counted the bangs.
Midnight had come.
Together with the twelfth strike, hundreds of crows flew from the woods in a skyward direction, creating a terribly loud noise that made her hide inside her blanket. Breathing fast, heart pounding in her throat, all she could think about for comfort was her brother’s face. She would find him. All would just become a terrible night dark. She prayed.
When everything became quiet again, she slowly began to uncover her eyes. Lifting the blanket, she discovered a pair of blood colored spheres staring at her. Her heart stopped. A death cold breath invaded the blanket, freezing her spine.
“ANNABELLE!”
Darkness.
To this very day, these woods are haunted. No one dares to enter the place. It is said that every full moon, exactly at midnight, it’s possible to hear a lonely lullaby coming from the woods. If it’s dark enough, a wandering dim candle light, held by the poor Annabelle, can also be seen.
Jonah found his way back into the mansion that night, finding it empty. Nothing had happened to him. He came back in a few minutes, just like he said he would.
The young man and the entire town searched for Annabelle, but she or her body were never found. She is still trapped there, for all eternity, looking for him, aided only by a candle. The clock she hears every hour always tell that the midnight has come. And it will never go away.
Find from 10 years ago. While searching the archives of May 2012 for the Jules Photo challenge I rediscovered this shot.
Not sure what my son was doing with this tool in his hand. I am sure he was posing with it as a mace.
She sat there as the morning light peeked through the blinds , shaken and in shock , she looks around deperately for some kindness , some hope that the day would be better but see's no one ....she begins to cry, face in her folded hands , she whispers to God ...." help me "
Dave had been messing around in the kitchen cupboards this afternoon when he fell into the blender. I'd have thought that would teach him but he is an adventurous soul and I can see him getting up to lots more mischief in the future!
Strobist...580exii lastolite ezybox speedlite camera right at white board camera left 1/2 24mm. 580exii bare camera left at whiteboard camera right 1/32 80mm.
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This is an old oil painting on canvas that my father painted a very long time ago. It has passed hands throughout the family and at some point was mistreated as now there is a mess of what looks like varnish all over it. Does anyone happen to know the best way to repair this myself without ruining it further? I am very happy to have it in my possession and would like to hang it on my wall. My dad was a gifted artist who didn't usually think so of himself. Most of his paintings didn't even get signed by him (this one was!) because he was displeased with how they came out - I think. His art was entered into a local gallery contest once, without him knowing it...and it ended up winning a large amount of money. Even still, to talk to him today about his talent, he shuns it off as less than it is. Nonetheless, I admire this about him :) His focus was landscapes - nature scenes with the occasional deer, and rough seas like this one - sometimes with boats, evoking some scary childhood boating memories for me, of being out on the boat in turbulent waters that don't intimidate him as the avid boatsman.
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"....hello?...somebody?....help me, please!...."
Let's see here...old out-of-the-way warehouse, a night's worth of decor...and a badass costume...let's do this..."
"...huh? Wait, you?!--"
"WELL WELL WELL, what have we here?!
Nightclaw, huh?
OH HO, I'm really scared!
So you're the one everybody's talkin' about, huh? HahahaHAAAA!!!
Ya jokin', YA JOKIN'!
I can't believe my eyes!
You're jokin' me, you gotta be!
This can't be the right gal!
She's scrawny, she's scared!
I don't know which is worse!
I might just bust a gut now,
If I don't die laughing first...
When the big Bloodyman says
There's a'trouble close at hand,
You'd better pay attention, Hon
'Cause I'm the BloodyMan!
And if you're not shocked
Then damn you're pretty wrong!
'Cause this may be the last time
you hear the bloody song!
Woah!
(woah...)
Woah-ho!
(wow!)
WOOOOAH!!
(whoo ho!)
I'M THE BIG BAD BLOODFALL!!!"
"Alright, Alright, you're right, I'm wrong,
I've had enough of this!
Lemme go, I've got kids,
Please stop singing this song!"
"Ya jokin', YA JOKIN'
I can't believe my ears!
Would someone shut this gal up,
I'm drownin' in my tears
It's funny, I'm laughing!
You're really too much, hon!
And now, with your permission,
I'm going to do my stuff...."
"W-what are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna do the best I can!...."
"WOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAH!
Sounds of the shrieks is music to meeee!
'cause I'm the big bad Bloodyman, although I don't play clean!
I gotta say, it's much more fun, when they beg for their lives!
They grovel and weep, but in the end,
They're all walking dead!"
"Release me please, I've had enough! I can't take anymore of this!!!"
"Oh man, you're something!
You got me in a spin!
You really aren't comprehending,
The position that you're in!
It's over! you're done!
Not a goddamned chance!
'Cause I'm The Bloodyman,
And you are going nowhere...AAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!
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Can't get the tune? Listen to this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yw0aoVpFCDw
NEVER GIVE UP JAPAN!
crosspoint - KOINUP
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original photo by me:
I need somebody's help...I need anybody's help...you know I need someone...HELP!!
PLEASE!!! - will you vote, and get others to vote, for my purple stripey crocus picture that is in this competition, was in the lead, through the efforts of all you kind people, and is currently being pushed out of the running for third place.
Voting ends at 2pm British time, today, Thursday 29th April.
My last ditch attempt ;0)
Margaret Clough x
Thanks a million to everyone who voted for me - I came third. You are all wonderful!
It was so close at the end and so stressful I had to have a lie down afterwards!:0)
Let me know if I can return the compliment any time - I'd be only too happy to...
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Santa's Helper
The Bolero Flathood Outfit
By
N & K Style @ Fresh Style
Get ready for Christmas with this beautiful Outfit, comes in 5 sizes, Pants and Boetis..
Ginnie: "Mom, look what the girls and I found--your old Santa lamp. I think he's cute!"
Mom: "Thanks for bringing him out, Ginnie. He is fun to look at."
I've recently experimented in painting a dark bley helmet from Arealight to achieve the desired shade of white on Scorch's faceplate; my problem is that the paint looks bumpy and terrible.
I need help from people who know their way around paints, any tips or advice, instructions or such that you can give me for getting the paint job to be smoother? I already tried thinning the acrylic paint with water, but this is the outcome. Am I doing something wrong? Anyways, any tips or advice are welcome!