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Danny is staying home today, because his rig is kind of stuck. Richard yelled out to roll the dang windows up, and Danny yelled back, he can't because the darn defroster is broke again. Then he went on a bit about the cheap after market parts, and don't no one make nothing that lasts any more. Danny always has been a hot head about stuff like that.
Richard is said like /Ree Shard/.
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Inquisitive Wood ducks (Aix sponsa) visiting very briefly. Spook easily.
As this was just at sunset, I didn't want to increase dof and lose shutter speed, but could have. Updated the camera's firmware—a distortion fix.
Please, no more suggestions unless I ask! I'm a hotheaded fading redhead and tend to take your suggestions personally, until I see the reasoning.
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A male Anna's Hummingbird exiting the grapefruit tree to go pick a fight. Plenty of battles to be waged. I also posted a video of some slow motion (1/4 speed) hummingbird battles today (see first comment, or next post)
Ever thought about what some ant might think, looking up at us, setting our own world ablaze? Some "hotheads" among us humans could definitely need a cooling, that's for sure...
One of my attempts at the "Smile on Saturday" theme "from the ground".
Shot with a (Olympus) "3M 20.87X" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
This is one of the male Anna's Hummingbirds resident in our back yard. He spends a lot of time chasing off other birds. He's a hothead, but he's a beautiful hothead.
He really is a nice guy once you get to know him — just don’t get him started on the cost of TNT these days…
Cylinder head cover from a 3 wheeler Morgan.
Seen the last time I went to the pub...you remember those? Pub...a place for socialising less than 2mtrs apart.
*heavy sigh and brushes a small tear away from the eye*
If you want to photograph trees, you sometimes live dangerously.
When faced with such an angry beech tree, the only thing to do is run away or dive into the bushes.
Wer Bäume fotografieren will, lebt manchmal gefährlich.
Bei solch einem ausrastenden Buchentypen hilft nur noch abhauen oder abtauchen in die Büsche.
As the days went on the invasion of the foreigners became more and more apparent.
Kai and Kaze decided to walk the streets to attempt to protect the locals from the wrath and greed that the foreigners were raining down on those less fortunate daily.
As they exited the shop they found exactly what they were looking for. Demon Dodge, Evil Emil, and Fleetin' Ethan were all three ready for them.
Quickly they nodded to one another and Kaze took off at a run. He leaped into the air as he was trained to do, his legs taking on the crane formation. His face was determined, angry even. With his youth, it was normal for him to be a hothead, but in times like this, it wasn't a bad thing. His anger would fuel him.
Kai on the other hand took a protective stance, his eyes hard, cold, and calculating. He'd get the two that were left, his sword sliced the air with a speed that was unmatched by his opponents.
Demon Dodge's eyes blazed with determination, his blades at the ready in a stance that was typical to those that were not of this place.
Evil Emil, known to be the most twisted of them, had a look on his face of sheer glee at the blood fray that was about to ensue. It was known that he took delight in others' pain and even their deaths.
All that Kai could think is, "they do not belong" as he struck out finally at his enemy. His heritage, his training, his composure was second to none of his age, his eyes shone black in the night, colorless during the day. Only this time, they were cold as black ice running down your spine.
The battle would begin, but where would it end?
24.3.2002, Hitzkopf, Malerei mit Handfeger, 50x40 cm, Acryl auf Papier.
24.3.2002, Hothead, painting with hand broom, 20x16 inch, acrylic on paper.
Das Malen mit Handbesen als Pinsel und Kehrschaufeln als Malpalette ist nicht nur eine heitere Aktion. Nein, nein, es funktioniert tatsächlich und die Bildergebnisse sehen anders aus, als nur mit einem Pinsel gemalt.
Painting with hand brooms as a brush and dustpans as painting palette is not just a cheerful action. No, no, it actually works and the image results look different than just painted with a brush.
3.365 (i missed a day in counting!haha)
Bad decision making skills, high levels of frustration and lack of exercise is giving me quite a temper!
+ original and b&w in the comments! (it took an insanely long time to choose. I'm so indecisive!)
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Phoebe cocked an eyebrow. Her anger had a new target suddenly. "Pffft. You're the one pickin' on a five year old who was jus' beat up by the UAC! Would think if there was anyone who got that would be YOU. I ain't a street rat NEITHER." She scowls deeply, so much so that it appears her face will never return to normal.
Jareth reaches out and takes the card with his bloodied hand, keeping his face averted and simply nods his head before pushing off the wall and reaching for the door when he stops cold and without thinking reaches for the knife in his boot and with eyes blurred from tears no one had seen, would send it flying in the girl's direction, anyone's guess as to whether it hits or not.
Phoebe wasn't really a dumb kid. Hotheaded, yes. Dumb, absolutely not. The reach for his boot has her immediately ducking, tumbling out of the chair. It wasn't *quite* fast enough to entirely avoid impact, the knife grazing her arm as she goes down as it clatters to the ground. Wild eyes snap upwards and she reaches for the blade now lying on the carpet. "Now who's the street rat." The self restraint came from nowhere, and she simply wiped the trickle of blood off the blade on her jeans.
Guin isn't sure what to expect. He's so like Damian, in some ways, except for one critical difference--he is still a child, and still growing, and still learning himself. She can't talk to him as she might his father, and barely knows Jareth on top of that. She relaxes a little when he takes the card, nods... but she's watching him carefully, sees the reach for the boot. "Phoebe!" she shouts, as she spins around. That probably saved her from anything worse, as the sharp blade slices through her sweater, grazing her arm as well. She doesn't even have time to scream a warning as it heads toward Phoebe, though she's racing over the instant shock lets her move. "Are you all right?!" Head whips around to face Jareth, eyes wide. "You know we do not allow weapons on this school!" It's the first thing she can think of to say.
Jareth just stands there still in a slight crouch his hands out to his sides, eyes cold, looking at the girl holding his knife, his hands making a come on gesture...if she chose to give it back fine if she chose to use it ...he wouldn't stop her....his eyes dont leave the girl as he speaks to Guin in a voice devoid of all emotion...I neglected to remove it before coming this evening....
As the days went on the invasion of the foreigners became more and more apparent.
Kai and Kaze decided to walk the streets to attempt to protect the locals from the wrath and greed that the foreigners were raining down on those less fortunate daily.
As they exited the shop they found exactly what they were looking for. Demon Dodge, Evil Emil and Fleetin' Ethan were all three ready for them.
Quickly they nodded to one another and Kaze took off at a run. He leapt into the air as he was trained to do, his legs taking on the crane formation. His face was determined, angry even. With his youth it was normal for him to be a hothead, but in times like this it wasn't a bad thing. His anger would fuel him.
Kai on the other hand took a protective stance, his eyes hard, cold and calculating. He'd get the two that were left, his sword sliced the air with a speed that was unmatched by his opponents.
Demon Dodge's eyes blazed with determination, his blades at the ready in a stance that was typical to those that were not of this place.
Evil Emil, known to be the most twisted of them, had a look on his face of sheer glee at the blood fray that was about to ensue. It was known that he took delight in others pain and even their deaths.
All that Kai could think is, "they do not belong" as he struck out finally at his enemy. HIs heritage, his training, his composure was second to none of his age, his eyes shone black in the night, colorless during the day. Only this time, they were cold as a black ice running down your spine.
The battle would begin, but where would it end?
A male Anna's hummingbird in the warm and dwindling late afternoon light. These little hotheads where chasing each other all over the yard last night. They're normally quite aggressive, but its that time of year when you have to show off for the ladies so a little extra macho behavior is in order.
For kicks, I mounted my GoPro camera about a foot (~30cm) from one of our hummingbird feeders to see what kind of action I could catch. I captured a ton of action and I've edited it down to 3.5 minutes here. These are all Anna's Hummingbirds. The males have a very pronounced red gorget. The females sometimes have a little blush of red under their chin, but not like the males. You can see in this video that the males are bullies and that the females get along much better (though they are still hotheads). I'm endlessly entertained by these fiery little birds. So aggressive. I've slowed it down to 1/4 speed in a few places just so you can see the action in something other than a blur. My favorite sequence starts at 2:25 in. First there's a chase in real-time, followed by the same chase at 1/4 speed. Amazing to me. Funny thing is, the aggressor is female in this case. I've got a lot to learn about video, but this was fun. I've added some background music but left the hummingbird sounds in there as well. You can hear their wings as they buzz past the camera. Plus their little squawks. (ignore the woodpecker shrieks in the background) I did post it to my YouTube channel in 4K here: youtu.be/D4cpPq-EaHM
The Ottawa war leader Pontiac/Obwandiyag (1720-1769), who struggled against the British military occupation of the Great Lakes region, had this 1951 vehicle and an entire division of General Motors — and a Belgian watch company — named after him.
As the days went on the invasion of the foreigners became more and more apparent.
Kai and Kaze decided to walk the streets to attempt to protect the locals from the wrath and greed that the foreigners were raining down on those less fortunate daily.
As they exited the shop they found exactly what they were looking for. Demon Dodge, Evil Emil and Fleetin' Ethan were all three ready for them.
Quickly they nodded to one another and Kaze took off at a run. He leapt into the air as he was trained to do, his legs taking on the crane formation. His face was determined, angry even. With his youth it was normal for him to be a hothead, but in times like this it wasn't a bad thing. His anger would fuel him.
Kai on the other hand took a protective stance, his eyes hard, cold and calculating. He'd get the two that were left, his sword sliced the air with a speed that was unmatched by his opponents.
Demon Dodge's eyes blazed with determination, his blades at the ready in a stance that was typical to those that were not of this place.
Evil Emil, known to be the most twisted of them, had a look on his face of sheer glee at the blood fray that was about to ensue. It was known that he took delight in others pain and even their deaths.
All that Kai could think is, "they do not belong" as he struck out finally at his enemy. HIs heritage, his training, his composure was second to none of his age, his eyes shone black in the night, colorless during the day. Only this time, they were cold as a black ice running down your spine.
The battle would begin, but where would it end?
Today, witchcraft, occultism and evil make the Gospel as vital as a gun in a snake pit. The devil is on the run as Jesus sets the captives free - wholesale. Cool and casual Christianity will do nothing. Nations urgently need the flaming message of the Cross now, not at our leisure. A burning message, and nothing but that, was supposed to be presented to the world. They do not have to be fireworks. Firebrands don't need to be hotheads. Everything about the Church, however, should reflect the warm light of God, to the very highest steeple. "And in His temple everyone says, `Glory'" (Psalm 29:9). We read that God makes His ministers "a flame of fire" (Heb. 1:7). His people should be torches. Not only evangelists, but witnesses, ministers, church officials, leaders, workers, teachers and administrators should all glow with the Holy Spirit, like torches in a cold street. God bless you. REINHARD BONNKE
No dia 20 de setembro, festeja-se no Rio Grande do Sul a Revolução Farroupilha, que eclodiu na noite de 19/09/1835, quando Bento Gonçalves da Silva avançou com cerca de 200 "farrapos"
(ala dos exaltados, que queriam províncias mais autônomas, unidas por uma república mais flexível) sobrea capital Porto Alegre (que na época possuía cerca de 14 mil habitantes) pelo caminho da Azenha (atual AvenidaJoão Pessoa).
A revolta deveu-se em função dos elevados impostos cobrados no local devenda (normalmente outros Estados) sobre itens (animais, couro, charque e trigo) produzidos nas estâncias do Estado.
Charqueadores e estancieiros reclamavam, ainda, de outros impostos:
-sobre o sal importado e sobre a propriedade da terra.
A revolução durou quase 10 anos, sem vencedor e vencido.
O tratado de paz foi assinado em Ponche Verde, pelo barão Duque de Caxias e o general Davi Canabarro, em 28/02/1845.
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On September 20 is celebrated in Rio Grande do Sul Farroupilha Revolution, which erupted on the night of 9/19/1835, when Bento Gonçalves da Silva came up with about 200 "rags"
(ala the hotheads who wanted more autonomous provinces, united by a more flexible republic) on Porto Alegre (which then had about 14 000 inhabitants) by way of Watermill (current AvenidaJoão Person).
The revolt was due to due to the high taxes in place Devender (usually other states) on items (animals, leather, dried beef and wheat) produced in the offices of the state.
Charqueadores and ranchers complained also of other taxes:
on salt imported apropriedade and on land.
The revolution lasted almost 10 years, no winner and loser.
The peace treaty was signed in Green Poncho by Baron Duque de Caxias and General David Canabarro on 28/02/1845.
This wall knocked me over, racing downhill and overhead and enveloping me in yellow light. The dark windows marched in a steady crescendo towards the corner of the frame. The guy wire covers, nearly the same yellow as the wall, stuck like a picador's lances, or Zeus's lightning bolts, into the green grass. Despite such drama there is 2-hour permit parking, which thankfully at this moment no one was using.
Speaking of Zeus, sort of, the word "Loki" is graffitied in green on the gray part of the wall--Loki, the trickster of Norse mythology, of course. The Loki graffiti started appearing around town after someone had just about covered the entire city with the tag "Thor"--Loki's hammer-happy hothead brother in Norse mythology. The first time I saw the Loki tag it cracked me up. One of these taggers at least has a sense of humor, though probably their knowledge of Norse myth is derived from the corrupted version of the Marvel comics and movies. Anyway, I figure if they're going to tag, at least it ought to be somewhat entertaining.