A conversation with a deep hollow in the chest while the rain accompanies with a caress on my cold cheeks this January afternoon.

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Estaba asomado al impresionante desfiladero del "Tajo" desde el famoso Puente Nuevo de Ronda, con el fin de hacer algunas fotos del lugar, cuando observé a mi derecha la llegada de esta joven pareja. Ella sin dudar un instante y con la intención de posar para unas fotografía, se subió a ese muro redondeado del puente, que protege del abismo con más de cien metros de caida libre hasta el fondo....Así vi esta escena urbana que consiguió ponerme los pelos de punta y en un instante decidí capturar este momento de pose para un retrato de altura.

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I was looking out over the impressive Tajo gorge, from the famous Puente Nuevo de Ronda, in order to take some photos of the place, when I observed the arrival of this young couple to my right. She without a moment's hesitation and with the intention of posing for a photograph, climbed that rounded wall of the bridge, which protects from the abyss with more than a hundred meters of free fall to the bottom... That's how I saw this urban scene that she achieved It made my hair stand on end and in an instant I decided to capture this risk posing moment for a tall portrait.

Cámara Nikon D850 con lente Nikkor 24-120 F4/G-VR.

Datos de cámara: Fotografía capturada en manual con Diafragma f/7.1 Velocidad 1/2000 sg, ISO 80 y focal de 24mm

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My snail did not like the situation it was in so without hesitation and with no apologies it changed course. How many times in your life have you felt out of your control and you had to go along with something against your will? We don't always have the ability to control everything around us but we do have the power to decide how to respond. Be like the snail, slowly take back control and adjust the course and if you feel threatened, it's OK to hide behind your armor.

hesitation kills pieces of you

and sometimes

you don't even feel it.

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....on the way to the annual Watermelon Festival in Rush Springs.....almost decided to turn around and go back hone...but thankfully the festival was not affected by this.....the grounds were moist from an earlier storm.

Kayal jolted awake as the ground convulsed beneath her—this quake was no ordinary tremor. It was deeper, angrier, and unmistakably targeted.

As she picked up her belongings that were knocked to the floor she thought to herself the reptilians must have detected her arrival yesterday and were zeroing in on her VDD signal. How long would her shelter last?

Adrienne’s cryptic notes had pointed to a desert mound south of the Four Corners—a possible threshold into the underground network. That would be her starting point.

In the meantime, she’d monitor her VDD for jump activity from her double and Adrienne. She had to link up with them soon.

She recalibrated the signature on her VDD—ensuring it diverged from the one her double carried. A safeguard to prevent the devices from interfering with each other again, when and if she was able to meet up with her and Adrienne.

Then she keyed in the coordinates from Adrienne’s notes adjusting to land a quarter mile from the mound and jumped.

But when she recovered from the jump, there was no mound.

Instead, the horizon bristled with earthmoving equipment and clouds of dust. She crouched low, inching forward through the sand, watching as crews excavated the spot where the mound should’ve stood. Military vehicles jammed the distant road, and among the soldiers, reptilians moved freely. No disguises. No hesitation. Their infiltration was complete.

She jumped between dimensions where she couldn’t be detected and hiked toward the activity.

The terrain was scarred and unnatural. Craters pocked the earth, some scorched black, others fused into glassy hollows. A chemical stench hung in the air, acrid and alien.

She weaved between machinery, noting the depth of the excavation—stories deep, a monumental effort. Then came the shout: “Passage reopened!”

She froze as a cluster of reptilians emerged from the pit.

Nearby, a group of officers and reptilians conferred. Their words drifted toward her: reinforcements were being sent to secure Site 39N. One reptilian hissed about a critical event expected to start in the next 6 days and the place must be absolutely secure. Kayla was curious.

Then came the helicopters.

Three massive CH-47 Chinook helicopters thundered in from the north. About ninety soldiers had assembled and boarded with full gear. Kayla, still hidden, slipped onto the last one.

The rotors roared, kicking up a massive dust cloud and the desert shrank beneath them, they veered west—toward something she hoped would be a clue to the nest

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One-legged Robin. This wee guy has two legs although the left one is useless, doesn't seen to be able to use it for any support. However, he is one tough wee bird. Any other Robin hanging around to long, no hesitation in seeing them off!

That evening, we waited for the young leopard as the sunlight vanished.I love the glow of this hour ,the one the leopard chooses to draw near ,lingering in hesitation before climbing its favorite tree !

Ce soir là ,nous attendions le jeune léopard alors que les derniers rayons du soleil avaient disparus .J'aime la lumière de ce moment ..le léopard va s'approcher ,marquer quelques instants d'hésitation avant de grimper à son arbre favori !

Explore 94🌟August 16, 2025

It was the time of the early grapes. It is easy to imagine the disquietude of the priest on perceiving the ravages made by these visitors among his vines, his best source of revenue, but he probably exaggerated the damage. One day, Francis heard him venting about his misfortune. “Father,” Francis said, “it is useless for you to disturb yourself for what you cannot control. But, tell me, how much wine do you get on average?” “Fourteen measures,” replied the priest. “Very well, if you have less than twenty this year, I will make up the difference.” This promise reassured the worthy man, and when at the vintage he received twenty measures, he had no hesitation in believing in a miracle.

-The Road to Assisi

The Essential Biography of St. Francis

Paul Sabatier

Edited with Introduction and Annotations by Jon M. Sweeney

help me i'm lost to no one who heard

my mind full of noise like a large cattle herd

i reached out to touch some trees i could see

and what i felt was a warm gentle me

finally alone and lost without hope

i heard a small chime on little steel ropes

then without hesitation i moved straight ahead

and knew i was not dead.

the bells tolled for me small and uneven

they belonged on the chest of st. stephen

for us life is small quiet and bumpy

for us life is remembrances and all that was chummy

we see the cracks the stones and the holes

we know how to weave with the souls along poles and black coals.

The title is a quote by Greyson Chance.

Stilt chicks are cute! This one and its only sibling wander independently but are occasionally called by Mom for a timeout under her body. Both parents are diligent about keeping other birds at a distance, and will even attempt, usually to no avail, to move a Wood Stork on its way. It’s fun to watch them take off without hesitation toward an intruder. I think it’s all bluff but seems to work against smaller birds. I liked the position of this chick in the pretty water with concentric circles around it. I hope you do as well. (Himantopus mexicanus) (Sony a1ii 400mm lens, f/2.8, 1/3200 second,ISO 500)

An epic moment that popped out from a breeze of longing, got drenched in a drizzle of hesitation, and finally drowned in an ocean of joy.

Babygirl

El otro día paseando, la naturaleza me ofreció esta vista. Sin dudar hice la foto. Creo que quedó bonita, aunque no es lo que veían mis ojos.

A few days ago walking, nature offered me this view. Without hesitation I took the picture. I think it looked pretty, although it's not what my eyes saw.

Il y a quelques jours de marche, la nature m'a offert cette vue. Sans hésiter j'ai pris la photo. Je pense que ça avait l'air joli, bien que ce ne soit pas ce que mes yeux ont vu.

Baccara - Yes Sir, I Can Boogie '99 (Extended Ultra Traxx Discofox Mix)

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Mister

Your eyes are full of hesitation

Sure makes me wonder

If you know what you're looking for

Baby

I wanna keep my reputation

I'm a sensation

You try me once, you'll beg for more

Oh, yes sir, I can boogie

But a I need a certain song

I can boogie, boogie-boogie

All night long

And yes sir, I can boogie

If you stay, you can't go wrong

I can boogie, boogie-boogie

All night long

No sir

I don't feel very much like talking

No, neither walking

You wanna know if I can dance

Yes sir

Already told you in the first verse

And in the But I will give you one more chance

Oh, yes sir, I can boogie

But a need a certain song

I can boogie, boogie-boogie

All night long

And yes sir, I can boogie

If you stay, you can't go wrong

I can boogie, boogie-boogie

All night long

Oh, yes sir, I can boogie

But I need a certain song

I can boogie, boogie-boogie

All night long

And yes sir, I can boogie

If you stay, you can't go wrong

I can boogie, boogie-boogie

All night long

Oh, yes sir, I can boogie

But as I need a certain song

I can boogie, boogie-boogie

All night long

And yes sir, I can boogie

Jeløy 2016

I can’t describe to you what a welcoming sight this was the night I decided to go exploring at dusk by myself with my camera, after docking near shore whilst on a Murray River houseboat with 10 friends. I’ve never had the best sense of direction, and a few quiet beers during the day didn’t help fine tune that sense at all. No phone reception, only had thongs on my feet (flip flops for our American friends), being devoured by mosquitos and who knows what other little critters in the dark. After a couple of hours lost, the lights of the houseboat were a most welcome sight , a beacon of safety, warmth, beer and friends. Would I do it again? Without a moments hesitation 😉

The 10 of us on the boat were all good friends but started to drift apart. Too much pier pressure I guess. Someone started playing Maroon 5 , which we didn’t think appropriate. Still, whatever floats your boat. Thankfully a near disaster brought us all back together. We went too close to a Bluetooth obstruction, started to sync. Brought back the words the hire guy had told me when I asked do houseboats sink very often? He said usually just once. Had to find a boating equipment sale to fix things up, was quite an oar deal. And one of the guys hurt his tooth, but luckily we found a tooth ferry! But happy to report that friend-ship prevailed and I’m now a recovering aquaholic 😀

Hope everyone is having a good run into Christmas, cheers

Kayla yanked Adrienne behind a dumpster a few yards from the door, pressing her back against the cold metal as she scanned the alley. It was the same narrow passage they’d jumped to upon arriving at the restaurant.

“What was that about?” Adrienne murmured, her voice slightly unsteady. “I was just starting to feel the wine.”

Kayla held up a finger to her lips, a quiet shhh escaping her.

Just then, the side door flew open, and two men stepped into the alley. Their eyes swept up and down the dimly lit corridor.

“They’re not out here. Check the restroom, search the place!” one ordered.

A second voice murmured, “They may have jumped.”

The man in the gray suit slipped back inside, but the one in black remained, his gaze fixed on the shadows.

Kayla and Adrienne were on high alert. He was one of them. Without hesitation, they shifted between dimensions, peering at him through the haze of the veil.

“I saw our waiter speaking to the man in gray,” Kayla whispered. “They were watching us. I knew something was off.”

Adrienne frowned. “How did the waiter know who we were?”

“He’s human, so I’m not sure. But if the reptiles in this timeline have started mixing their DNA with humans, it’s possible he was controlled—maybe even able to sense us. If that’s the case, we didn’t detect him at all. That’s what worries me.”

The man in the black suit prowled the alley, nostrils flaring.

Then, in a deep, guttural voice thick with mucus, he snarled, “I smell you. You are here.”

In a blink, his form twisted, shifting into something monstrous. Scales rippled across his skin, his mouth stretching wide to reveal rows of jagged teeth dripping with spittle. A primal scream erupted from his throat, reverberating through the alley. He slashed the air with his talons ripping long claw marks in the steel dumpster.

Adrienne stiffened in horror. Even with the dimensional barrier protecting them, he felt terrifyingly close. She fought to suppress her own scream.

Kayla had seen this transformation before. She knew the effect it would have on Adrienne and instinctively wrapped her arm around her.

Then, as suddenly as he had changed, the reptile snapped back to his human disguise and vanished inside.

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“The Crow Stones,” replied Dave without hesitation. “Crow Stones,” nodded Lee in agreement. Decision made then.

This afternoon’s outing was going to be a bit of a mission. Not only would we have to drive for an hour to get to the parking place, but the hike ahead of us looked positively vertical on the map. Still, we all agreed that given the choice between the two, we’d head for the Crow Stones. The Salt Cellar was a strong candidate, but it would have to wait for another time. Much as we’d have liked to, we couldn’t do them all. I’d added forty odd locations to the map and we only had four days here. We wouldn’t even manage a quarter of them. And despite one or two small misgivings about leaving the many paths of Kinder Scout untrodden and the menu at the Nag’s Head in Edale untested, I think the final shortlist was well made. Balanced and eclectic - a bit like the all day brekkie at Morrisons in Buxton.

We’d already had a stiff walk first thing in the morning, rising at four and making for Mam Tor and the famous ridge. By the time we rolled back into Buxton, the step counter was already into five figures. After a few hours of rest and lunch at our favourite supermarket café, we’d retrace our route and head towards the reservoirs of the Derwent Valley, above which lay the lonely Crow Stones. Exactly where remained uncertain - only that they were up there somewhere. I photographed the page from the guidebook and made sure the phone and head torch were fully charged. The online research confirmed the vagueness of the route. Two and a half miles in either direction, much of it an oxygen sapping slog along the merest hint of sheep track through thick layers of bracken and heather. Maybe we’d find it, maybe not. Still, the book promised much to point our cameras at along the way. And while the sky remained steadfastly grey, there was no sign of rain in the forecast. Up in the wide open spaces there’d be nowhere to shelter if the weather took a turn for the worse. We made a mental note to be off the high ground before dark.

Nobody else had parked at the lonely King’s Oak by the head of the Howden Reservoir, northernmost of the three huge basins that supply water to the towns and cities in and around the edges of the Peak District. And while we saw a couple of anglers from a distance by the river, the world here would be ours alone until we returned to the car some hours later. The route described in the guidebook began clearly enough, but would it continue to be so easy to follow as we made it onto higher ground? Would we still have half an idea where we were heading once the “broad rutted path petered out" and we’d need to turn left and follow “an indistinct trod,” to a crash site we might easily miss? "An indistinct trod?" Finding our subject was going to need a degree of resolve, a peppering of luck and a stubborn refusal to give in.

Crucially, we didn’t take the first path that veered off to the right. Goodness knows where we’d have ended up if we did - the Salt Cellar probably - but we pushed on and trusted our instincts, soon finding an unusually green track that branched away from the main trail through the valley and began to gain altitude. Ten minutes later we were faced with any number of “indistinct trods” spreading in all directions as the gradient gathered pace and slowed ours to a breathless trudge. Onwards we staggered, unable to see the Crow Stones. But if we could get up onto the plateau above and find the highest ground, surely they’d reveal themselves? At least the ground was soft and springy, and when the curve finally did level itself out, walking became easy. As long as you were in a “trod.” By this point I’m fairly sure we’d strayed from Derbyshire into South Yorkshire.

After a period of marching across the high ground, we found the trig point, where we stopped to take in the three hundred and sixty degree panorama of at least four counties that were lying beneath our lofty viewpoint. “I think that’s Huddersfield!” I exclaimed, pointing at a tall mast to the north. “Harold Wilson came from there.” For some reason, very possibly the result of oxygen deprivation, Lee became intoxicated with this information, inexplicably excited at the thought of Huddersfield lying somewhere down there in the hinterland. He seemed quite disappointed when I backtracked, remembering that while Huddersfield did have a big pointy thing on a hill that overlooked the city, but this wasn’t it. I’d been thinking of Castle Hill, which I’d been to on my one visit nearly forty years earlier. Later I discovered we’d been looking at the Emley Moor Mast, taller than the Eiffel Tower, considerably more famous than Castle Hill, and just a few miles east of, you’ve guessed it, Huddersfield.

Another thing we could now see from the trig point was what we’d come here for. Below us to the west sat the stones, swathed in lonely moorland, seemingly untouched and unloved. It was clear that only a few deluded souls ever made it this far. There was no obvious “trod” towards them though, and you can’t just go tramping about over the ground disturbing nesting sites at this time of year, so we doubled back, eventually finding another narrow track down from the highest ground and around towards the stones. A few minutes later we stumbled upon the crash site, where more than seventy years ago the crew of three from an ill fated Icelandic Airlines flight lost their lives. A cross marked their names, and for a moment we stood by the rusting remains, not speaking, trying to imagine what must have been going through their minds in those final minutes. Ironic that so many of us have been to photograph a plane wreck in Iceland - but then again everyone survived that one intact. This wasn’t a place for photographs though. We moved on.

And then we were here, at the lonely moorland stones above the deep valley, trying to work out how to shoot them with so little time available. Below us to the south we could see the distant reservoirs and the forest where the car sat waiting for us. We allowed ourselves a maximum of forty minutes, but then spent well over an hour here. The journey back down was fast, easy and uneventful. Whether we got a shot or not, I’ll let you decide, but it was surely an adventure we’ll remember for a long time. By the time I was back at the car, my watch had counted more than thirty-three thousand steps today.

At the top, I sent Ali a humble phone snap of the Crow Stones, so she could see what we’d been up to. “Carn Brea,” came the short reply. And for those of you who don’t know, Carn Brea is a hill with a monument at the summit that stands over the old mining area of West Cornwall, just three or four miles from where I live. You can see it from much of West Cornwall, and in the local area it dominates the landscape like a colossus. I’ve been playing football at the leisure centre that bears its name every Friday for more than twenty years. It seems she thought that I could have avoided all this effort and expense, jumped in the car for about ten minutes and then trotted about fifty yards along the path to a similar viewpoint. Sometimes love hurts you know.

Adrienne broke the silence, her voice low and deliberate. “If all the reptilian females are converging on a single site—and quickly—we should see a massive surge in travel activity toward the nest.”

Kayla answered without hesitation, calm yet intense. “They’ve had centuries to prepare. Surface movement may be irrelevant. These creatures are subterranean by nature. In my time, they had a sprawling tunnel network—global in scale. I doubt that’s vanished.”

Adrienne turned toward her. “So where’s your best guess for the nest?”

Kayla’s eyes drifted upward, her voice going distant. “Somewhere in what’s now the southwestern United States. My team couldn’t get a fix on it. The land has completely changed from my era—there were no mountains, just inland deltas, warm seas, and floodplains. The nest is probably linked to an immense underground city, older than anything built by humans.”

Adrienne exhaled sharply, irritation rising. “That’s a huge area to search.”

“We knew Earth’s topography would change,” Kayla said. “That’s why we left a marker beacon. It emits an ultra-low frequency pulse. If we’re close enough, our VDDs should detect it and trigger a precise transport.”

“And you’re sure it still works? Not compromised or destroyed?”

“I doubt it. The beacon was made to be indestructible and invisible—except to us. My guess is we’re just not close enough yet.”

The words had barely left her mouth when a deep tremor rolled through the ground, rattling the shelter. Dust and rock sifted from the ceiling. Adrienne and Kayla locked eyes— both aware their haven could turn into a grave.

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An Indian spot-billed duck (Anas poecilorhyncha) was framed from the closest distance possible in a very foggy morning. I was waiting in their habitat before the light came into full action and was pleased with the incoming of them without hesitation. Due to low & dim light the colours are not very pleasing but it still got some chill there with a lovely reflection on water. Pics was taken from Bharatpur, Rajasthan, India.

How wildlife adapts to human conditions :)

Same place (Nelson Bay Marina), same people (my sister, brother-in-law and us), same circonstances (having a drink in a cafe), 7 years apart, as for the Ibis picture previously posted.

Customers had just left this table, which had not been cleaned, yet, when a Rainbow Lorikeet landed on it and, delicately started helping itself to the sugar without hesitation. You could see that it wasn't its first time :))

Turns out Las Vegas has more than just neon: it has great proximity to the stunning Grand Canyon. I flew there by helicopter today and would recommend it without hesitation. Right now. This minute. Go.

The mighty mongoose is a fierce fighter and often moves around as a gang. It is fearless, has lightning-quick reflexes, and has no hesitation in taking on even poisonous snakes. Most predators leave it alone.

Tanzania-D1-0300 SONY ILCE-1

Hesitation

Desert Bighorn Lamb

Valley of Fire

Nevada

February 2021

the May 2025 exhibition @ The Annex of Nitroglobus

When I visited Onceagain’s gallery last winter, I was immediately drawn to the black and white photography of Yoasa. The images were powerful—full of mood, emotion, and presence. They stayed with me. So I reached out to Yoasa without hesitation, and now I’m thrilled to present LOVE IS A STRANGER, his solo exhibition at the Nitroglobus Annex.

Yoasa’s ability to capture raw emotion in monochrome is striking. I was captivated when I first saw his work, and I believe you will be too.

Enjoy the exhibition!

Dido Haas

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Opening party: Monday 12 May, 12 PM SLT (= 21 hrs CET)

Music by Joss Floss

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Description by the artist:

I’ve been roaming Second Life for quite some time now. Photography has become the heart of my experience here—it’s the one thing I’m truly dedicated to in this world. Through the lens, I find a space to be creative, to seek out and capture human emotions in a way that feels honest and raw.

Black and white is my medium of choice. I see it as the purest way to express emotion—stripped of distraction, focused solely on feeling.

Color brings joy to the eyes - but black & white reaches the heart.

I shoot exclusively in square format. The symmetry of the frame narrows the point of view, allowing me to concentrate on the essence of a scene without letting the noise in.

The works in this exhibition were inspired by an old Eurythmics song. But it’s not about sadness or despair—it’s about that quiet, intimate moment of realization: the moment you understand that you are alone.

„Love is a stranger in an open car

To tempt you in, and drive you far away

Love is a danger of a different kind

It′ll take you away and leave you far behind“

(Eurythmics-Love is a stranger)

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The Scottish Highlands

Last year, whilst wandering the Scottish highlands, we revisited the three sisters and decided to find a viewpoint we missed previously. The walk from the car park was fairly short had we knew where we were going but it turned out, we didn’t. Nonetheless it was a great hike with a lot of laughs along way. The view we were photographing interested all of us but for me, I just couldn’t work the scene. After a while we packed up and made our accent up to the road side. It was there that I spotted and made this incredible photograph.

Without hesitation, I dropped my bag and reached for my camera. Using the 70-200 allowed me to create an intimate image. The mist in the valley creates a sense of mystery and allows you to explore the image, whilst the rugged landscape holds your attention.

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Decisions, decisions. Instead of endless hesitation, best to follow the Phantom's shouted command to Christine:

- - 'MAKE YOUR CHOICE ! !"

(quote from "The Phantom of the Opera"

Then again there's a philosopher's take on this business:

"“ If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice.”

- - René Descartes

Last but not least John Stewart's POV:

"Did you ever turn the corner

And you wondered why you did

'Cause you haven't been that way, now

Since you were just a kid

And nothing really happened

But then you've got to say

That you wonder what would've happened

Had you gone the other way....."

- - "Strange Rivers" lyrics

Visit this location at Four Bridges Project in Second Life

✨ I slip into the Tiffany Set by WellMade, and at once my body becomes a canvas of modern allure and timeless femininity.

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🌿 The design calls upon the legacy of fashion past—recalling the audacity of Thierry Mugler’s body-con armor, the athletic sensuality of Jane Fonda’s workout era, and the cultural embrace of power dressing, where women fused strength with seduction. And yet, Tiffany brings it forward into the now—light, digital, reimagined for today’s avatar of confidence and beauty.

💎 The fatpack HUD offers a palette of 20 radiant colors, from shimmering metallics to creamy pastels. With a click, I shift moods: innocent in blush, dangerous in black, playful in aqua, regal in crimson. Each shade, each texture becomes a language of style—fluid, expressive, infinite.

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This is not just a set—it is a wardrobe of selves. A bodysuit that can transform from sultry nightclub to sunlit rooftop brunch, depending on how I wear it, depending on who I choose to be in the moment.

And for just 99L, this treasure is mine through The Saturday Sale, a fleeting offer destined only for those who act with desire and without hesitation.

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Ich habe die Nuss in den Blütenkelch der Tulpe versteckt. Nach anfänglichem Misstrauen und Zögern hatte das Hörnchen aber sehr schnell den Trick durchschaut und die Nuss gefunden.

I hid the nut in the calyx of the tulip. After initial mistrust and hesitation, the little squirrel quickly saw through the trick and found the nut.

At first light, the girls readied themselves to investigate the mound—the one the campers had fled from in panic.

Kayla extended her hand. “Coordinates are set in my VDD. Take my hand and we jump. If anything feels off, you jump back to the shelter. No hesitation. I’ll be right behind you.”

With a feeling of displacement, they landed on a narrow trail leading toward the rise. Fresh tire tracks carved into the dirt, still crisp. Possibly left by the campers two nights prior.

The mound loomed roughly five hundred feet above the surrounding terrain. Its crown spread flat, cloaked in wind-worn shrubs and patchy grass. Gear lay scattered across the surface—a chaotic mess of overturned tents, shattered tools, and gear.

No claw marks. No reptilian prints. Just human footprints

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“Maybe the waitress was right. Those guys were drunk and imagined the whole thing,” Adrienne murmured.

Kayla frowned. “They didn’t hallucinate all this torn gear and smashed equipment.”

Off to one side, the remains of a second campfire, distant from the first. “They wouldn’t have built another fire way over here,” Adrienne said.

They swept the area methodically. Charred logs. Scorched earth. No question—it had seen use more than once.

Adrienne paused, a wrinkle forming across her brow.

“Kayla, come here. There’s a breeze coming from this opening in the ground… and it reeks.”

Kayla crouched, inspecting the jagged opening. “Might be an air shaft. Looks so natural, but maybe.”

From her pack she produced a compact optical device, shaped like binoculars but without lenses on the front. She slowly scanned the area. “Nothing,” she said, her voice edged in frustration.

“What’s it supposed to pick up?” Adrienne asked.

“Anything they’ve hidden using their cloaking technology like entrances to passageways, structures or the reptilians themselves.”

Adrienne stepped toward a knot of shrubs and paused. Something caught her eye. She knelt and brushed back the sand.

“Kayla... bones. Human bones.”

Kayla rushed over. A skull, half-sunken in soil, stared skyward with empty sockets. And all around dozens more.

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Ich habe die Nuss in den Blütenkelch der Tulpe versteckt. Nach anfänglichem Misstrauen und Zögern hatte das Hörnchen aber sehr schnell den Trick durchschaut und die Nuss gefunden.

I hid the nut in the calyx of the tulip. After initial mistrust and hesitation, the little squirrel quickly saw through the trick and found the nut.

3-1/2 year old Sumatran orangutan (Pongo abeli), "Aisha" expertly traverses the ropes to get her share of afternoon snacks being handed out by the keeper at the San Diego Zoo. Conservation Status: Critically Endangered

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The Weight of White

The world has washed itself clean today,

Erasing lines where the horizon used to be.

I stand rooted, a fragile stem in the frost,

Holding the only color left in the universe.

You are there, and you are not.

A spill of water on the paper,

A hesitation of the brush.

You walk towards the edge of the page,

Where the white turns into silence.

I burn here, a crimson anchor,

Too heavy with life to follow you into the mist.

I wait on this trembling branch,

Watching you dissolve,

Breath by breath,

Until there is only the fog,

And the red ache of remembering.

As Adrienne pulled on her hoodie and stepped out of the library, she paused outside the entrance. Holding her phone as if checking a message, she subtly scanned her surroundings. A couple of students sat nearby, engrossed in conversation. She exhaled, telling herself she was overreacting, but still quickened her pace toward her car.

This is ridiculous, she thought. Maybe returning the disc in the morning would be the best course of action. She reached for her car door—but froze. A handprint smudged the window glass. Her breath hitched as a chill ran down her spine. Without hesitation, she slipped inside and locked the doors. Everything appeared untouched, just as she had left it.

Determined not to take any chances, she opted for an indirect route home, weaving through quiet streets. Late-night traffic was sparse, and she saw no signs of anyone trailing her. Yet the unease remained. If someone truly wanted the disc, why not just buy it at the store, as she had? It didn’t make sense. Maybe she is the target or maybe she is just imagining things.

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Peru 2011 - 100 years of rediscovery of Machu Picchu

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I hesitated a lot before posting, just because this is so much well-known that it becomes boring. I wouldn't post a picture of Eiffel Tower, for example. This is a bit alike. But I don't have such hesitations for pictures from places in Iceland which have become almost equally famous for photographers. Furthermore, in contrast to Eiffel Tower, Machu Picchu is a magical place which deserves being honoured.

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In the space of thirty minutes, the clouds lifted, then disappeared swiftly followed by a glorious sunshine and when the rising sun slowly illuminated the peaks ahead of me. I was wide eyed and my jaw opened. The views were magnificent and were everything that I was hoping for and more. When the low lying mist started passing in front of Mitre Peak, I was in landscape photography heaven I do not mind admitting.

This view alone was worth the three flights and thirty hours in the air.

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