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This is a nymph, not yet fully mature.
Lyramorpha rosea is a true bug with sucking and piercing mouth parts, endemic to this country, in the east.
They generally feed upon plants belonging to the orders Rosales and Sapindales one of which is lychee, giving the common name of lychee stink bug.
When released, the defensive chemicals of certain species can cause significant damage if they come into contact with human skin.
15 mm body length
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Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain, we all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow
Lean on me when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on"...
~ Bill Withers
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Taken with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XSi.
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One of the many scattered copse of trees that you walk through enroute to the top of Great Mell Fell. I rarely shoot in the middle of the day, even less often with the pocket Sony. But on this occasion I had to make an exception
As the military space vessel, IRC Agatha Christie leaves Stonehenge Spacefort in pursuit of the Frigus Iustitia, that ship is dropping out of tach speed near a distant IRC outpost, Septem Caelum.
Septem Caelum Comm Tech: (his image appears on the forward holoscreen) Frigus Iustitia, welcome to Outpost Septem Caelum.
MSS: (on the bridge, in the command chair) Thank you. This is Major Sky. We are rendezvousing with another ship -- soon.
SCCT: Understood. Which ship are you meeting?
MSS: I don't know, but Captain Jetsam will be aboard.
SCCT: Do you plan to vee over?
MSS: No. We're on a tight schedule.
SCCT: Understood. Let us know if you need anything. (his image is replaced by one of the outpost)
MSS: (leans back in the command chair) Now, we wait.
Aboard the IRC Agatha Christie, Cpt Jetsam is leaning back in the command seat, appearing calm. A low tone from the Pilot's station draws her eyes.
Pilot: Captain Jetsam, that signal you had me scanning for; it just appeared at Outpost Septem Caelum.
CDL: (leans forward in the chair with a small smile) Take us there. Tach five.
CMOLB: (moves to stand by CDL's seat) I hope we make it in time.
Cpt Jetsam says nothing to this vocalized concern she shares, she simply gazes at the holo projection of stars and planets they pass until the screen glows purple as they drop out of tach speed, replaced by an image of the Frigus Iustitia orbiting Outpost Septem Caelum.
QDPN: Assume orbit.
Pilot: Aye, sir.
QDPN: Comm Officer, contact the Frigus Iustitia.
CommO: Aye, sir. IRC Agatha Christie to Frigus Iustitia, please respond.
MSS: (her holo image fills the forward screen) Frigus Iustitia, welcome to Outpost Septem Caelum.
CDJ: Major Sky, you have my ship.
MSS: On the contrary, Captain Jetsam. I have your ship, and I have Major Sky.
CDJ: You have? Who are you?
MSS: First, please allow me to apologize for what has happened, but the circumstances are dire, and there was no time to explain.
CDJ: Oh, then apology accepted. Give me back my friend, and my ship.
MSS: (smiles) Scrummy's told me about your sense of humor.
CDJ: You may call her, Major Sky. Has she told you about my overdeveloped protective instincts?
MSS: She has, which is why the two of you were chosen, actually.
CDJ: Chosen? Look, who the red nova are you?
MSS: My name is, Koe Ghitatio, Tech Mentalist to her Highness Princess Bhonumm Durus of the planet, Vhipernhal.
CDJ: Vhipernhal? (looks around the bridge) Anyone know the name? (the entire bridge crew shakes their heads, no) Never heard of it.
MSS-KG: Our planet lies beyond your current exploration.
CDJ: Why have you attacked Major Sky? Why did you kill Dr. Litefful? And why did you steal my ship?
MSS-KG: You misunderstand, Pips.
CDJ: (raises a hand) No. Oh, no, no no.
MSS-KG: Apologies, Captain. I did not kill Dr. Litefful. I was unable to properly express myself to her. My mentalist tech is experimental. She assumed I was trying to seize control of her mind. She killed herself.
CDJ: It appears she was correct. You HAVE seized control of Major Sky, AND my SHIP.
CMOLB: (quietly, to CDJ) Careful, Captain.
MSS-KG: This merging with Scr--Major Sky was consensual. We took your ship, knowing you would follow. Captain Jetsam, the people of Vhipernhal, all of us, are dying! We desperately need your help!
CDJ: Consensual? Then let me talk to Major Sky.
MSS-KG: I'm sorry, Captain. If I sever the connection, I might not be able to reconnect. I barely managed to communicate with her after Dr. Litefful killed herself.
CDJ: I just call that, convenient.
MSS-KG: Captain, we don't have time for this verbal sparring. The people of my planet are dying. That is why our king took your scientists--
CDJ: (interrupts) YOU kidnapped the scientists?
MSS-KG: No, King Durus did. He's desperate to save our people, but his desperation verges on madness. He will do anything to save us, even risk going to war.
CMOLB: What are your people dying from?
MSS-KG: You are the chief medical officer of this ship. Good, I'm glad you chose to accompany the Captain. We don't know what is killing us, but we do know the source. A great, stellar cloud of unknown properties is slowly engulfing our world. There is nowhere for our people to hide. As our world rotates, all points ultimately come into contact with the phenomenon.
CDJ: How are the scientists supposed to help you with that? They aren't medical scientists.
MSS-KG: Plicare.
CDJ: (tenses, pretty sure this crew didn't know the secret of Plicare) You clearly have ships that can traverse space, if you need to move your people.
MSS-KG: King Durus doesn't want to move ships, Captain. He wants to move the world.
(Theme music)
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Major Scrumptious Sky/Koe Ghitatio: Bailey
Captain Debris Jetsam: Teddi
Quartermaster DeiPhi Ngravity:
Chief Medical Officer Lance Boyle: Seth
Comm Officer:
Pilot: Seth
An old barn that is starting to lean pretty heavily to one side, and probably won't be standing for too much longer. Located within the boundaries of the Buffalo National River in northern Arkansas.
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" Lean on me baby
Lean on me ...
Lean on me for a while
Lean on me ...
Lean on me baby child "
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Lean on me JJ Cale
Personal space and boundaries vary from culture to culture. In the Philippines, families and relatives share their boundaries without hesitation or worry. Here, two men who are horse handlers and relatives share a bench made from a fallen tree.
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Looking close... on Friday! Theme: Mushrooms
I couldn't find any nice mushrooms in the woods for my photoshoot. So I decided to use mushrooms made of felt.
Still mushrooms, right? 🍄
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One from a couple of weeks back near Baslow on a solo fog mission.
This and another group of trees really caught my eye. So full of character and twisted by the varied atmospheric conditions. I love these old Sessile Oaks draped in their lush green finery.
I went back yesterday but there was no fog to be found so I took myself off to Darley Dale where the dog was but those will wait for another day.
Excerpt from the plaque:
Hotel Savage-Shefford, 871 and 883 Rue Shefford: Joseph P. Savage owned this two-storey wood hotel in 1842. His wife, Laura Lewis, widowed in 1870, rented it to John Briggs for six years and then sold it to William Harris in 1880. Four years later, the Irishman John Harris became the owner. In 1889, he moved the hotel to this site in order to free the neighbouring lot to build Shefford House. Harris’s hotel was seized, and a travelling salesman from Sherbrooke, Joseph Dubois, bought it in 1926. From 1947 until 1951, his son Donat Dubois was a prominent hotelkeeper in the region. The hotel has been demolished in 2019.
The first hotel and the tree on the adjacent lot were among the earliest features of the village. At the beginning of the 19th century, Townships settlers constructed these commercial buildings according to a master plan close to the Georgian style, which the Loyalists were fond. The moderate slope of the roof, the symmetrical openings and the alignment of the building’s longest side parallel with the street are among this style’s characteristics. In the 1880s, the Second Empire style was adopted by the French and English-speaking inhabitants. The Shefford Hotel had a slate tower with a flat peak and a roof with a drop overhang facing Shefford Street. Formerly, the main section of the building was surrounded by porches with “lean-to” roofs.