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For today I had made up my mind not to submit a photo. Halloween is not my subject. But coincidence helped me. A picture of my granddaughter that she had painted years ago in kindergarten fell into my hands. That's it, I thought to myself, and took it as an incentive to present a photo for today.
Thank you for your nice comments and the numerous asterisks, which I am very happy about.
Für heute hatte ich mir fest vorgenommen, kein Foto einzureichen. Halloween ist nicht mein Thema. Doch der Zufall hat mir geholfen. Ein Bild meiner Enkeltocher, das sie vor Jahren im Kindergarten gemalt hatte, fiel mir in die Hände. Das ist es, dachte ich mir, und nahm es als Ansporn, doch noch für heute ein Foto zu präsentieren.
Vielen Dank für eure netten Kommentare und die zahlreichen Sternchen, über die ich mich sehr freue.
Happy 2016 New Years Eve!
Details: giaswizzle.com/2016/12/31/incentive/
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Truth Hair @ Uber
Essenz Footwear @ Shiny Shabby
Nice new paintwork by Barry, the skipper, of Incentive. Should be back in the water this morning then it's back to catching prawns.
Composite created just for fun (no fat shaming here at all!! He's proactively exercising)
Entered in Photoshop Contest Weekly Challenge using the man on the bike starter image.
Won 1st place!!
Man on bike courtesy of Jonas Bengtsson.
Running man from Adobe Stock.
Park background from Pixabay.
Textures by Topaz Studio.
HE>i
NOTW
Incentive INS 2 in Burghead early this morning. Was only 12 deg C. but no wind so a fine cycle over and back.
Rishabh and I love hiking and have hiked several ‘interesting’ trails. More than once, we returned well after the sunset to find our car to be the last one at the trailhead parking lot. We are used to hiking on most terrains and under every lighting conditions.
But this hike was different.
This particular hike was only 4.4 miles round-trip and involved a slender 1050 feet elevation change. The destination was a beautiful alpine lake, which by most accounts on the internet, was picture perfect. That and the promise of lovely wild-flowers on trail-side meadows convinced us to go for it. This was going to be a beautiful hike, we thought.
However, some thoughts have a tendency to garner hope more than reality.
This particular day of ours began at 3am in California and involved flying to Seattle, driving up to the beautiful North Cascades National Park, stopping by the mesmerizing and windy lake Diablo for hours, and then deciding to do this hike on a moment's spur at around 6pm. “The sun doesn’t set till 8:50, we have time”, I thought. We had some dinner with us, which we planned to devour after quickly wrapping up the hike in about three hours.
But the hike turned out more than a ‘quick hike’. 15 hours on the road, high elevation of the trail (starts at 5200 feet), and a bit of rain during the hike asked for a greater toll from Rishabh than I had anticipated. After a bit of an effort, we made it to the pristine destination and enjoyed a lovely snack by the alpine lake. Somewhat unwillingly, rain clouds dissolved away to let the sun peek warmly from behind an inverted curtain of towering granite peaks to our west. As the sky poured buckets of pantone, bittersweet, and cinnabar on itself, the Cutthroat Peak (pictured above), the Whistler Mountain, and the Liberty Bell stood there bathing shamelessly in that beautiful light. It felt peaceful.
Sadly, that peace came at the price of having to hike down to our car in tar dark. Letting our eyes adapt to the moonless darkness, we hiked at half our pace with all the caution. At one point, the trail entered a thick forest where we could hardly see or hear anything, except occasional animal vocalizations that gave our nerves some jitters. We kept talking to each other loudly to keep apprehensions and bears at bay. After hiking an hour in such darkness, we made it back to our car alright at around 10pm.
Somewhat unexpectedly, this hike turned out to be – to put it mildly – quite a memory-maker, but beautiful nonetheless.
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Placed strategically on top of the stack of work I need to do today.
I had to eat a second one, because I didn't like the shots I took of the first one. ;)
Our best guess, as this one performed an unrestricted climb at the end of the runway, and the back-seater appears to be clutching a barf bag...
A golden ticket designed for Samsung and there incentives program, the idea was to create a collage of vector shapes and loveliness that resembled all things Dubai
Incentive now marked as INS 2, will have to wait and see if it'll be refitted with trawl gear or not.
Location : Kyoto Saga Tenryu-ji Temple - Hougon-in
京都嵐山 嵯峨天龍寺境内塔頭 宝厳院「獅子吼の庭」
三尊石・苦海・獣石・瀧門瀑
Daikisan Hougonin is a sub-temple (a semi-autonomous entity) of,an dlocated within the Tenryuji Temple complex,a major religious ,cultural and historic site in the Arashiyama district of Kyoto.Tenryuji is part of Rinzai sect of Zen Buddhism.The sub-temple was built in1461 by Hosokawa Yoriyuki,a hibh ranking official in the government of the Muromachi shogun,for temple founder Seichueikou Zenshi,third grand disciple of Muso Kokushi,founder of Tenryuji. -Hougon-in
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= Savor ' Buddha's spirit' kept secret for 140 years =
The Arashiyama area in western Kyoto along the banks of the Katsura River is famous for its cherry blossoms in spring and its glorious autumn foliage. Until this month, a less popular attraction had been the gardens of Hogonin Temple, a sub-temple of Tenryuji Zen Temple — largely because they had been closed to the general public for 140 years.
The gardens, known as Shishiku-no-niwa, are believed to be at least 600 years old and were created during the Muromachi Period (1338-1573) by Sakugen Shuryo, a Zen priest and garden designer who was a disciple of another, more famous Zen priest, called Musou Kokushi (aka Soseki). During the Edo Period (1603-1867) the gardens were well known and are mentioned in “Miyako-rinsen Meisho Zukan (Guidebook to the Gardens of Miyako [the former name of Kyoto])” by Ogawa Tazaemon, published in 1799. As part of a long and careful process of restoration, just now a teahouse near the entrance is being repaired by carpenters, and in time the entrance gatehouse will also be repaired.
The 8,000 sq.-meter gardens — whose name roughly translates as Spirit of Buddha Garden — showcase nature in a natural setting, and the atmosphere of this wooded area designed for strolling is profoundly tranquil. Iroha-momiji (Japanese maple; Acer palmatum) grow here in large numbers and Tawara Gisen, the head priest, said that many of them are self-sown seedlings. And indeed, the ground is littered with maple seedlings, which Tawara said he will soon put in small pots and give to visitors free of charge.
Another attractive feature of Shishiku-no-niwa are the colossal rocks that dot the garden. These rocks were not positioned by the garden’s designers; instead the garden was made around them. Long ago, when the river’s waters were higher, the softer stone was gradually eroded so that, when the water level fell, these impressive rocks were high and dry.
Elsewhere, the woodland floor is covered with various species of moss, the most common being oosugikoke (hair moss; Selaginella remotifolia). In the middle of the garden there is an akamatsu (Japanese red pine; Pinus densiflora) growing out of a rock which, over the centuries, has been split by its roots.
Growing on this rock is a hitotsuba (tongue fern; Pyrrosia lingua). Also known as Japanese felt fern, this is a creeping, evergreen epiphytic variety that spreads by rhizomes. The simple strap-shaped upright fronds have a leathery texture and are around 30 cm long and 5 cm across, with rust-colored spores growing on the underside. There are numerous cultivars of this variety, which is native to China, Taiwan and Japan, and some have cristate or contorted fronds.
Throughout the garden, considerable effort has been made to erect traditional-style bamboo fences. One of these styles, known as takeho-gaki (bamboo-branch fence), is made from branches of bamboo packed tightly together. Further examples can be seen in the Sagano area of Kyoto behind Tenryuji Temple.
There is also a hanging bamboo gate. Known in Japanese as shiorido (bent-branch door) or agesudo, this uses strips of bamboo woven into a diamond pattern. The gate is suspended from stout oak branches. Though not very common, this style of gate is used in tea-ceremony gardens. The niwashi (gardeners) who are presently restoring the gardens also constructed an unusual bamboo fence they call a Hougan-gaki in honor of a priest adept at bamboo-work.
Both the Hogonin and Tenryuji temples were burned to the ground in 1877 by die-hard Satsuma soldiers from southern Kyushu who were opposed to the new government in Tokyo. Hence the hondo (main building) of Hogonin Temple dates back to early in the Taisho Era (1912-26). Visitors can enter this building and sip Japanese tea while admiring the trees in the garden. At this time of the year the vivid green color of the new leaves is known as shinryoku.
The gardens will remain open until May 31 and will then reopen from October until early December. Aside from the autumn leaf colors, visitors in fall will also be able to see fine shows of susuki (eulalia; Miscanthus sinensis) and hagi (bush clover; Lespedeza thunbergii). Next year the gardens will again also open in spring and autumn.
As an added incentive to visit, by pre-arrangement small parties can be held in the teahouse in the garden, with food delivered from nearby restaurants.
- The Japan Times 2002/4/25
Berthed in Lossie for a couple of days now is Incentive. Rigged for working lobster pots but I believe this was previously fitted for trawls. FR279 can just be made out on top of the wheelhouse but I think it was later CE279 in Rathlin.
Incentive back in the water at Lossie but still waiting for the trip to Burghead. Good luck to Barry with his new boat.
Mom flies into an adjoining tree to entice the chicks from the nest at Greenfield Park in West Allis, Wisconsin. One chick has already left the nest into that adjoining tree.
Some of the new steelwork on the back of Barry's new boat. Net ready to go as well now, just patience required till we beat the Covid-19.
A quick four hour drive from Washington DC to New Jersey was promptly rewarded by Heather in the form of her superfantastic, original chocolate and cream dessert creation.
For the first time in almost three years Heather, Pirate Jonny, and I got together for a blissful Sunday afternoon. Pirate Jonny came down from Manhattan to meet me at Heather's place along one of the quieter Jersey shores for a day of lounging and laughter.
Keyport, NJ USA
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The study below was derived from facts uncovered while doing research for the following Doctorial dissertation:
Light to the shadows of their mind:
Criminal tatics and strategies
Criminology Department Dept.
Chatwick University
Storyline:
The idiot had fallen for the ruse, hook line and sinker. Believing Sara had been kidnapped by a loan shark, he had willingly come to rescue his damsel in distress, bringing the $40,000 he believed she owed her life for. Seeing Sara handcuffed and bound to a chair had been too much for him, and he tried to attack Shane in a vain attempt to rescue her. Shane had unwisely hit him with his pistol, forcing Sara to wait until he regained consciousness to implement the second phase of her plan. Shane had unbound Sara until that time arrived, and she busied herself with counting her money with a lovingly caressing hand, hoping the lovesick twit had not been dumb enough to pawn the family jewels to raise it.
As she was contemplating these facts, she stole an uncaring eye on her would be love- sick suitor, whom she thought of, indifferently, as a clueless naive Romeo. Then she looked up at the blank faced Shane, who still held the rod lamely in his grasp. She hissed at Shane to tie the young man up securely. He did so, roughly tying him up, and then hand cuffing him to the chair he moved next to Sara’s vacated one.
Shane was not very bright, but he listened. He also liked to drink, and Sara had dangled a whiskey bottle as added incentive, not allowing him to drink until after the house job had been carried out. For, once Romeo started stirring, Shane would again tie up Sara and handcuff her to her chair. Then he would slap awake the lovelorn Romeo, coercing him to give him the combination to his parent’s house safe, threatening with a knife, to torture the squirming Sara if necessary. Sara’s Romeo should give the combination up fairly easily, for the dolt actually believed that Sara was as madly in love with him as he was with her. While she waited, Sara allowed her mind to relieve the events that had brought the rich young fly into her web.
Sara had literally bumped into Romeo a couple of months ago while at the horse track. But, as it so happened, it was a young lady who had garnered Sara’s attention first. The pretty Miss had stood out in a black satin blouse, glossy lime green skirt, and wide floppy hat. As she moved she sent flickering with rich sparkles, the stunning collection of emerald jewelry that adorned her shapely figure. This obviously wealthy girl was making her way timidly through the crowd while stuffing a wallet she had pulled from a lime green purse with a thick wad of track winnings.
Sara had trailed her through the crowd, waiting for opportunity to present its self. It did when the purse was set down, leaving it temporarily unattended. But, as her long slender fingers had reached for it, a young suited man dropped his race form and backed into Sara cutting her off. Sara apologized, employing the British accent she had been using that day, and picked up his race form, handing it to him with a sweet mousey smile. Thwarted, she then turned and immediately retreated back into the throng, but not before noticing that she had caught his eye. Sara had not found this surprising, given how fetching she must have looked in one of the customary long silky dresses that she habitually would pour herself into when on the prow! Sara wore them mainly because the slick material of the dress usually allowed her to slip in and out of tight situations, both physically and persuasively.
It was later that evening, still at the track and with no luck outside of bad, that Sarah saw Romeo, alone and looking vulnerable . She went up and slipped up against him, starting to feel for his wallet, but for some indiscernible reason, aborted the attempt. Apologizing instead, she engaged him into conversation, more out of curiosity than anything else. She even allowed him to invite her out for a bite to eat. It was then that she learned enough about his background to stir her felonious senses. Especially once she learned that the richly jeweled young lady whose fat wallet she had attempted to acquire was the Romeos twin sister.
Sara had then turned on her not inconsiderable charm. Using the British accent and faking the role of a ragamuffin vulnerable foreigner, Sara (who had been born in the Bronx) started seeing the rich kid for a couple of months. Making Romeo keep their clandestine affair a secret from his parents and sister, Sara carefully wove her silken web until the innocently gullible horsefly was wrapped up beyond his ability to fly. She had successfully gotten him to fall head over heels in love with her. Like a prowling cat, she waited, plotting meticulously, a way to part a small fortune away from him. When she had learned his parents would be in Europe for a month, she put her plan into action. She let Romeo in on her terrible secret, a racetrack gambling addiction. This had led to her “troubles” with a loan shark. After accepting her suitor’s offer to help her in any way possible, she suddenly vanished from his life. Taking the time to hire Shane to case the isolated country house where Romeo, his parents, twin sister and two older servants lived. She also convinced Shane, for a piece of the pie, to act the part of the loan shark heavy. Sara also bought a one way Cunard White Star Liner ticket to England to make her permanent escape. Once all the pieces of her scam were in place, she then sent Romeo the note pleading for him to bring the money, and rescue her from the Loan Shark.
Sara‘s scam had gone like a Rolex’s clockwork, and she now was forty thousand dollars richer. Now all she needed was that combination to set her up for life. She licked her lips, savoring the thoughts about what would conspire a once the combination was hers. Shane would again render Romeo unconsciousness, unbind Sara, and the pair would leave their victim incapacitated in the apartment, a living insurance policy, while they paid a nighttime visit to his parent’s isolated country manor.
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It was early afternoon the next day when an ocean liner set sail from Boston Harbor, bound for a British Port. The majestic ships’ railed deck was lined with passengers watching the departure. Many more were lined up on the dock waving to the departing ocean bound liner. Several of those on the docks, mainly men, may have noticed a lady, with loose long raven hair, clad in a black satin blouse and a lime green skirt, with jewelry set with opulent emeralds sparkling merrily in the bright sun. No one would believe what the pretty faced girl with the satisfied look on her face had been up to the last 24 hours.
Sara was very satisfied and pleased with herself as her liner left the port towards its destination: a port in merry olde England. She put a hand down to hold onto her flapping lime green skirt as it caught in the breeze. Her eyes once again admiring the emerald bracelet and rings she was so brazenly wearing.
She allowed her mind to travel back to the early hours of that very morning, as her and Shane had entered the mansion, wearing Halloween masks and carrying small black satchels.
Romeo had accurately given Shane the combination to the mansions house safe located in the den. It had contained a bonanza of old bundled bills and several cases of amazingly bright sets of jewelry. Then came the part Sara had been waiting for, the girl’s room! Romeo’s twin sister’s boudoir where she insisted on keeping her jewels, rather than locking the expensive things in the house safe.
Sara could see that Shane became aroused as he had slapped a hand to the mouth of the sleeping Girl, jarring her awake. The look of terror in the girl’s eyes had made him drool with excitement. He made her get up, helpless and vulnerable in a long loose fitting purple satin night gown. Shane than tied her squirming figure securely to a chair, gagged her, and let her watch as Sara began to rob her blind. Shane, standing by the wide-eyed girl holding his knife to her heaving chest, did not understand why Sara was taking some of the captive’s long gowns and shiny clothes, but then he wasn’t meant too.
Sara saved the jewel case for last. Making sure their captive was watching, She pulled opened and meticulously picked clean the drawers of the massive oak jewel chest on a bedside stand next to their captive’s chair. The last drawer seemed to contain nothing but sets of satin gloves, which Sara happily added to the pile in the small black satchel. Underneath she found hidden a set of diamonds (ring, bracelet, cascading earrings and matching necklace) that put anything they had taken of her Mothers jewels to shame! Sara picked up the sets necklace and placed it around the frightened girl’s throat, admiring its fiery radiance. Sara went back to the bottom drawer and scooped up the rest of the set. After she placed it inside the now bulging satchel she turned and looked Romeos’ twin dead in the eye, commanding Shane to search her. He did, removing the necklace, and sucking off a solid gold pinky ring. He handed the loot to Sara, who had come over to take it; she looked at the struggling girl and said in a sultry voice, you will never wear these pretty toys again! They had then left her room; the girl forlornly slumped down, a sad little portrait in a limp purple satin bundle.
Sara had left Shane off at the apartment to deal with Romeo. She had previously doctored Shane’s promised bottle of whiskey with knock out drops. Whatever the pair’s fate would be, she did not possess the slightest worry or care.
After leaving Shane off, the rest of her plan had gone smooth as silk. Sara had gone to her recently rented hotel suit, placed the satchels in a steam trunk, changed into one of her newly acquired outfits and jewelry, then left the hotel in a rented (under an assumed name) chauffeured Limo for Boston, all before the sun rose. She boarded the liner as soon as it began to admit its passengers.
Sara’s mind came back to the present as the ocean line’s steam horn gave an explosively loud whoop as it sailed from the harbor. Watching the docks filled with spectators grow ever smaller, Sarah envisioned herself arriving in a similar set of London docks on the other side of the ocean. There, she would assume the life of a wealthy debutante, living the good life from the riches of her ill-gotten gains. She may even adopt the first name of Romeos twin sister for a self-amusing ruse; after all, she would be wearing the poor wretches’ gowns and jewels to all the best affairs!
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