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A couple of lovely Yasmins; The one on the left I've had a while and I suspect her hair has been cut, but the one on the right is new. Both girls have highlights. The one on the left is regular dark/blonde brown but the new girl has the most gorgeous ruby/burgundy red with her brown!
Part of the fun of journalistic style wedding coverage is capturing all of the details of the decor. Instinctively recognizing great light and interesting compositions becomes increasingly more efficient and effective the more you do it.
Courtship is a collection of instinctive behaviors that result in mating and eventual reproduction. Courtship is important because it helps to ensure that breeding will occur.
Cooing: during courting pigeons make many sounds, such as ;coo- cuk -coo.or guter goon guter goon
Bowing: a male puffs out his neck feathers, lowers his head and turns around in circles
Tail-dragging: a male spreads his tail and drags it while he runs after a female
It is scarcely possible to doubt that the love of man has become instinctive in the dog.
Charles Darwin
When you get him to eat out of your hand, somewhere in the first few pecks he (seemingly instinctively) switches from pecking your hand for food to attacking the palm of your hand.
I had to have an image that people would instinctively want to push so I whipped up this arcade style of button in Inkscape.
Talented Portsmouth young player instinctively positioned himself in the right place.
Adam Webster taps in a simple ball after Pools flying keeper Andy Rafferty palmed Ryan Taylor's header from a free-kick into his path while Sam Collins (Visitor's Captain) helplessly looks on.
Portsmouth V Hartlepool
Sky Bet
League Two
Saturday 5/4/2014
Credit: Barry Zee
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
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Cesar Harada & Owen Hodgkinson designing and building the nomadic ecosystem floats :
2009/11/25 design from this page :
sites.google.com/a/opensailing.net/www/labs/instinctive_a...
"Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers." Harriet Beecher Stowe
just a reminder that Mothers day is this sunday! please do not forget ... mothers are such a beautiful gift from God ... so gather up every creative,thoughtful thing in your body and do somthing speacial for your mom
I instinctively gave it a sniff, looking for a perfume. Nothing from the bloom, but the general area smelt lovely!
A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history's overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears...
R.S. Thomas
Language Acquisition: Somewhere deep in our genome, we have an instinctive ability to speak: every human society has language, and every human infant learns how to use it in the same way. Our panelists will discuss the biology of language and how we acquire the seemingly unique gift of complex speech.
Eva-Lise Carlstrom (M), Kurt Cagle, Sean Hagle
This is what fell from my nose. There was a huge wet scab that had been in place for 2 months. I felt instinctively something was wrong and left it alone. My nose kept running always on that one side.
The scab was wet, raw and sore. The photo on the lower right was inside of the clump. It was having hair stuck on it. It was full of blood. I don't know what it is exactly, but I can't imagine it to be human, somehow I cannot accept its purely human. If it is, then what infection can cause it? I want to know so badly because I am afraid. It's too much scary to me or I wouldn't ask online.
The only one though, at my health insurance who doesn't think I'm delusional is the psychiatrist who they hired to prove I was. He agreed it was reasonable for me to see a specialist in parasitology to try to figure it out somehow. If its a parasite or bad rare germ. Or something else.
But it would have to be an outside doctor. They would have to find someone they don't have within thier medical group or my insurance coverage. I told them i would pay even, as my mom asked my brother to help and he is willing to, very kindly. But still it never happened.
I feel more sick than before ever but they always brush it off.
I wish I could go to a specialist to try to find out what kind of infection it could be. If a parasite or something else rare. It started with strange bites. Then losing weight and hair. Then strange things like this. And more scary things.
My eyes and mouth scare me most of all.
If I could go back in time I'd have done things so differenly.
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
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Taken at Pashupathinath. These sadhus pose for foreigners with their elaborate attire and hair-dos. They sit there all day smoking up and offering custom made instinctive teachings..
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
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Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Nathan's granny instinctively keeps her mouth open in the hope a piece of chocolate will accidentally find it's way in there.
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
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automatic, free writing performance. onto sheets of clear flimsy plastic are placed, often awkwardly or unnaturally free thoughts flowing from within. To me, although writing makes permanent and tangible our internal world, I write for myself and myself only. my thoughts and desires are put onto paper on the premise that they are my own. I hide in my words. So I explored performing free, automatic writing where I would write backwards, sidewards, upside-down, right to left among other ways as a means of hiding my personal and private world.
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
on Friday the 13th, Balthazar embraced his gothic side. he's always loved to listen to the Sisters of Mercy and Bauhaus. turns out he's also fond of absinthe and clove cigarettes.
Ginger Shrimp
Select crustaceans lightly sauteed with fresh ginger, red onion and aparagus tips served atop our proprietary crepe crisps
It was only after the meal was complete that I realized I should probably have just taken a photograph of the ginger shrimp appetizer itself, rather than its description. I mean, look at the photostream of someone clever, like romanlily — she always knows instinctively to photograph the food, not the menu! But, this is my photostream, and not hers, so you get the menu. I'll try to remember to snap the food instead next time.
Anyway, last night I got to visit the new Crepe Revolution, a restaurant on Atlanta's west perimeter that I have been anticipating for over a year. A co-worker had been describing, for months, the adventures that her husband experienced as he founded the restaurant — I had no idea there were so many steps involved in starting an eatery! — and now I can finally report that the crepes are, indeed, wonderful, the staff polite and well-dressed, and the decor sleekly modern while feeling cozy.
I enjoyed the "ginger shrimp" appetizer in particular, whose description is so wonderfully presumptuous as to be irresistable. You start reading, and are immediately convinced that they cannot top the opening assertion that these are no mere mortal shrimps, but are "select crustaceans". But you are wrong: there are heights yet to be scaled! Having in mid-sentence (or, rather, in mid-noun-clause, I suppose) demonstrated a minimalist reserve — I suppose it goes with the simple lines of the chairs and tables? — by using only one comma in a list of three items (I usually disapprove of the omission of an Oxford comma, but somehow, on a lightly punctuated menu without dollar signs on the amounts, it does really work), they rise to a final height with, not just "crepe crisps" — rare enough on menus anyway! — but "proprietary crepe crisps". It always shows great flare when a restaurant has the confidence to write a description like this, that sets up any but perfect food to be a disappointment. Happily, the dishes held their own even against such high expectations.
Yet the font is so inviting, so casual, so almost-scrawled by a felt-tipped marker. It is really this sort of thing that allows a modern American to enjoy their social class: wonderful crepes served in a glowing trendy atmosphere, but with that touch of felt-tipped casualness that lets us feel that we are really, deep down, simply enjoying unpretentious egalitarianism. Look, we say to ourselves: we are not even indulging in the dignity of serifs; we are just simple folk, eating select crustacean.
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
@peanutbuttervibesphotography
Go on, tell me, be honest. What did you notice first in this picture?
Post your answer in the comments below. And just be honest... your very first instinctive reaction.
Let's just call it research...
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
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"Enjoy times when you shoot impulsively and photograph mindlessly. The edit might reveal more than you think." - Jack Simon
SIDE B
When visiting Suape Beach, near Recife, in the Northeast coast last week, I saw those boys playing football and, instinctively, I started shooting. Later on, I figured out a third boy right in the middle. :))
Sometimes when I see a piece of wood I know immediately and ‘instinctively’ I see it what I am going to carve, what ‘it is’. This was a case in point. The contour of this piece of wood had me in mind of Hokusai’s ‘The Great Wave’ (‘The Breaking Wave Off Kanagawa’), done in the 1820s, and arguably the most famous Japanese print of all time. So I did a bog oak version, but with no Mount Fuji and only one boat.
It is thus inspired ‘after Hokusai’ and not meant to be a copy. In any case, doing sea spray – which Hokusai’s woodblock print could have hanging in the air in two dimensions, is a bit more difficult in two-and-a-half or three dimensions. It is also ironic that Hokusai’s work in his piece, considered as the epitome of Japanese art internationally, was very un-Japanese at the time in terms of style.
The power of the sea can be awe-inspiring and terrifying, even in this age of technological marvels. We cannot control it. Technological marvels or not, this may be a terrible lesson to learn in the era of global warming but it is something which those who make a living on the sea, or live beside the oceans, already know.
Bog oak, oiled and finished with acrylic varnish.
Home can be a sanctuary, an instinctive feeling of belonging or simply a roof overhead. For this Friday Late, visitors took part in a queer house party to explore the connection between social housing and creativity, saw a performed monument to displacement, and considered how smart technologies might make our private lives public. Feminist embroidery workshops asked attendees to question domesticity, while others heard stories from those who have crossed borders to call a new place home.
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