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Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail. As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
After an autumn and early winter full of atmospheric rivers, blizzards, and copious amounts of moisture, the weather in the Foothills has become nonexistent. We've now gone 33 straight days without rain and the number would be in the 60s if it weren't for a minor little sprinkle we received in late January. It's hard to imagine a January and February without rain and snow. This is the winter that never showed up. As you can see from the pic--it makes for awful pretty days. But really Ma Nature--bring on the rain already.
Nevada County CA
This adorable little guy was very focused and trying his best to look fierce, as if he would pounce on (nonexistent) prey at any moment :-) I think he was showing off for the crowd!
I loved looking at his furry, over-sized paws...one day he will "grow into" them!
Back from a recent trip to Acadia National Park. Here in Southern NJ, the rocky coastline is nonexistent, so Acadia's rocky coast was a real treat!
Finally!
This has been my nemesis grebe for many years: occasional shots, nothing as close or detailed as I would like.
Finally I found one in my area - an uncommon occurrence - and was able to slip down a rocky embankment while it dived, to be sitting at the water's edge when it surfaced. The mid-morning light was a little harsh. But there it was, almost full-frame, so I'm not complaining. The Cornell Lab website shows this bird as nonexistent in my area - not even along its migration route.
But there it was.
Because the sun was so high, of my 200 frames (approximately) only a dozen had a catch light in the eye. So it goes. (I don't add artificial, digital catch lights. It's easily done; no one would know they were fake. Except me.)
Photographed at Huff Lake, near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2025 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
[Imagination] is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent; there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional context that can't be transformed into food for the imagination."
Patricia McKillip
Zanda Earth Forest (or Zanda Tulin). Zanda County, Ngari Prefecture, Xizang Autonomous Region, China. March 2022.
Squonk - Genesis / A Trick of the Tail, 1976
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now. I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you, making noises my little furry friend would make. I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack. You better watch out, you better watch out. I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away. Walking home that night, the sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder, when suddenly it stopped. I opened up the sack, all that I had a pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tears. Just a pool of tears. All in all you are a very dying race, placing trust upon a cruel world. You never had the things you thought you should have had and you'll not get them now. And all the while in perfect time... your tears are falling on the ground.
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When I heard the Genesis album "A Trick of the Tail," I didn't understand the song "Squonk." I didn't understand what it was explaining exactly, or who the song was referring to. The neuron that fires in my brain to do something I enjoy, which is something like musical archaeology, disconnected for some reason. It stopped making synapses in my neural system, and I did nothing to find out what this song explained. A few years later, I became interested in a strange website called the Internet Archive, also known as archive.org for its internet address. This kind of digital internet library or website is established as a non-profit organization and is operated thanks to the efforts of people who volunteer their free time to make this website work. Explaining what the Internet Archive is isn't easy. It's an organization and a website that advocates for a free and open Internet, for the free flow of information, offering free access to collections of digitized materials, software applications, music, audiovisual materials, books, printed materials, and much more. It's especially important to websites that are closing and contain old digital material that would otherwise be lost. They try to preserve Internet content in this way, functioning as a "backup" of the Internet, making it possible to recover and view web pages that have disappeared or been deleted, thus eliminating the information they contained. It's a free, open library accessible to everyone. Its objective is to preserve human culture and knowledge. It's easy to get lost in it given the vast amount of information and materials available. You often search and get lost among so much material and find things you don't even know what they're for, or you find things that surprise you. You can even find software for your first Amstrad or Atari computer, which you bought in the 1990s. I highly recommend it. Here are the updated figures from Wikipedia about what you can find on the Internet Archive: 46 million printed materials, 15 million videos, 1.3 million software programs, 14 million audio files, 5.3 million images, 279,660 concerts, and more than 946 billion web pages in its Wayback Machine (a database containing copies of a huge number of Internet pages or sites). Does that seem like too little to you? Or do you think it's a place worth diving into to search and find the strangest things you can think of or look for? It's a kind of "grandmother's trunk" that holds everything. And it's the books section that I think is the best organized, where you can find books that no longer exist, that aren't published, or that you wouldn't even find in your local municipal library. There are millions of digitized books, where I've even found books that are impossible to find elsewhere. One day, while searching the book section, I accidentally found a book by Cox titled "Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods, With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts." The book is like a fantasy field guide written in 1910 by William Thomas Cox. It's a book about legendary and strange creatures that are part of the legends of the forests of the United States and Canada, and especially of Pennsylvania. As field guides do with their scientific names, Cox's book includes the Latin nomenclature of the strange being (I imagine invented by Cox), its habitat, morphology, customs, and behaviors. If you decide to read it, keep one important thing in mind. You won't find a literary gem, for the simple reason that Cox only wrote two or three books in his life. Cox wasn't a writer; he was a forester, a person who dedicated himself to the cultivation and care of forests. But that is precisely his great merit, as, not a writer, but a forester, he wrote a book of legends about strange beings that is so interesting to read. You can find the book for free on the Internet Archive. It was while reading this book that I came across a chapter where it talks about a strange being, a legend... the legend of the Squonk, and I remembered the Genesis song, the meaning of which I hadn't understood. Reading this chapter, I managed to understand the song. Rather than describing what a Squonk is, I'll give you an excerpt from Cox's book, so you can perhaps better understand the lyrics of Genesis's Squonk song.
Squonk (Lacrimacorpus dissolvens.)
[...] The squonk is very shy in nature and generally travels near dusk or dawn. Because of its maladjusted skin, which is covered with warts and moles, it is always sad; in fact, it is said, by those better qualified to judge, to be the most morbid of beasts. Hunters who are good at tracking are able to follow a squonk by its tear-stained trail, for the animal weeps constantly. When cornered and escape seems impossible, or when surprised and frightened, it may even dissolve itself in tears. Squonk hunters are most successful on very cold, moonlit nights, when tears fall slowly and the animal does not like to come out; it can be heard crying beneath the branches of the dark hemlock trees. Mr. J. P. Wentling, formerly of Pennsylvania, who moved to Minnesota, had a failed experience with a squonk near Monte Alto. He planned a clever capture by tricking a squonk into jumping into a satchel he was carrying home, when suddenly the load lightened and the tears stopped. Wentling opened the satchel and looked inside. There was nothing there except a pool of tears.
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In the Xizang Autonomous Region of China, there are so-called "tulins" or earth forests.. These are geological formations that resemble forests due to their shapes created by erosion. The best known is the Zanda Forest in Ngari Prefecture, where the largest Tertiary layer of earth forests or geologic forests in the world is found. These are important geological information for understanding the evolution of our planet. They are partly similar to the Yadan, but have a structure and formation more similar to the Badlands due to their sedimentary stratification and deep gullies and ravines. In any case, all these types of geological landscapes have in common: aridity and the absence of life. There are no plants or animals, or they are practically nonexistent except for the occasional "clueless" scorpion. They are inhospitable lands, barren lands with little life. Perhaps that's why there was no way to find a Squonk in Zanda. He must have felt too sad and scared, faced with so much loneliness, aridity, and the absence of life, walking alone at twilight in a strange and gloomy place. Possibly the sadness generated by such an inhospitable place made him start to cry, and as the legend of the Squonk says... he disappeared due to that ability that Squonks have to dissolve into their own tears when they are cornered, scared, or sad. We'll have to go somewhere else to find a Squonk, perhaps in... Los Endos. Los Endos sounds like a word reminiscent of a Mexican border town. A small Mexican town that is a refuge for an evil band of outlaws who have the entire population terrified and scared. There is no life or people in the streets; everyone is kept indoors, fearful. A place with a name typical of a spaghetti western film plot shot in Almería in the Tabernas Desert and with a soundtrack by Ennio Morricone. Soon John Wayne will appear, who always fixes everything. The word and the song Los Endos by Génesis mean nothing; it has no translation. They simply tried to use the term "End" to title the last song on the album, "A Trick of the Tail." It could be something like Spanishifying the term "End." Surely Los Endos are somewhere where the world ends, where no one has gone, where our lost Squonk cries... at the end of the world. We'll have to go find our Squonk at... Los Endos.
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PS: If you ever get lost in life, don't hesitate to visit archive.org/. There... you're sure to find yourself... and you'll surely be in your corresponding section... well classified and labeled...
and it learned not to see nonexistent things which, hitherto, it had seen so clearly :-)
Paul Valery
HGGT! Happy Thanksgiving! Peace Now!
paesia scaberula, scented lace fern, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
this photo appears in the frame when you try to photograph the wavy sea that the lights of the city life glide over on and pass by in a moving ferry at night.
You know, say what you want about Pentax autofocus—erratic, nonexistent, whimsical—my K-5 did beautiful smudgy things with light that I love coming back to
Ventana Wilderness - A hopeful sapling, growing up against the burned bark of a tree that died in the Soberanes fire (2016). So much of this trip was about bearing witness to the immensity of destruction wrought by wildfires, and how nature struggles to recover for decades or centuries after they leave the headlines. In some places, the young growth amidst charcoal felt hopeful, but in many others, this was not the case - old growth does not recover so quickly, and mammals were virtually nonexistent on this trip. Sobering to see it up close.
I've had to rename one of my favorite canyons from Cowpie Canyon to Clear Cut Canyon. My last trip down was decorated with cow pies and could only be navigated through cow trails tromped through dense underbrush. On my most recent trek, I was allowed to walk unimpeded by brush and stickers from the numerous flash floods that have ravaged the area. The deep, fast-moving waters flushed the canyon floor of dried vegetation and any other unattached materials and wrapped fallen tree limbs and mud around the standing cottonwoods. This scene is usually populated with bullrush and willows which are now nonexistent, leaving a slow moving, silty-orange stream.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
As the tide continues to rise slowly to my right, the Sun peaks over the rocks and illuminates the rocks and tiny pools of water. I stayed a bit longer to see how the Sun would look at the height of the tower but it was too harsh at that point and what cloud cover that remained was nonexistent. Another sunrise enjoyed!
Second overnight.
(Pernocte Población Huayllajara).
Ecotourism can be defined in a variety of ways, but broadly it is travel that has the object of enjoying features of what is seen as the natural, beautiful, and exotic environment. Main themes of ecotourism also involve sustainable activities and behavior that results in minimal negative consequences for the environment.
Until recently, tourist activity in the park has been relatively nonexistent. The park is located far from any urban centers, and surrounded by mostly undeveloped land lacking infrastructure.
However, a focus area for the co-administrative management committee is the creation of sustainable and responsible income-generating practices.
For The Grove Photography Club, this week's theme is, Glasses.
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Join us on Saturdays at 1130 AM SLT
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The first thing I thought of when I saw the Glasses theme was the lovely Sandra Bullock showing off her nonexistent talents as an undercover agent in the movie Miss Congeniality. I thought if she could play a mean set of glasses, so could I. Please do not hesitate to join in; I am hosting my first concert, with limited seating and standing room only. :)
Noteworthy
Spector Flutter PBR
Outfit from Market Place =
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Hair - Wasabi
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Sandra showing her water skills lol
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Just for fun
The engineer and conductor aboard Trona Railway 2005 (ex-SP 8541) prepare to couple onto coal loads to take into town. Unfortunately, they would ultimately spend a few hours trying to get the dynamic brakes to engage on two of their four units ensuring photographic opportunities of their return trip were nonexistent.
Un po' dello stretto di Messina, un po' di Vulcano, il mare e le navi da crociera al largo di Sorrento con l'aggiunta dei gabbiani e una barchetta.
An 86 car eastbound Santa Fe manifest rolls past the passing track at Levy, New Mexico. While freights were scarce at this time, they have since become nonexistent.
During my school years in Paris, on my way to the Lycee Carnot, I would stop by the Church of St. Charles of Monceau for two or three minutes. And always, in this huge, dark church, at one of the altars, a silent Mass was being said. . . . Sometimes I think of the contrast: a noisy, proletarian rue Legendre . . . and this never-changing Mass—one step, and one is in a totally different world. This contrast somehow determined in my religious experience the intuition that has never left me: the coexistence of two heterogeneous worlds, the presence in this world of something absolutely and totally “other.” This “other” illumines everything, in one way or another. Everything is related to it—the Church as the Kingdom of God among and inside us. For me, rue Legendre never became unnecessary, or hostile, or nonexistent—hence my aversion to pure “spiritualism.” On the contrary, the street, as it was, acquired a new charm that was understandable and obvious only to me, who knew at that moment the Presence, the feast revealed in the Mass nearby. Everything became alive, intriguing: every storefront window, the face of every person I met, the concrete, tangible feeling of that moment, the relationship between the street, the weather, the houses, the people…
… This experience remains with me forever: a very strong sense of “life” in its physical, bodily reality, in the uniqueness of every minute and of its correlations with life’s reality. At the same time, this interest has always been rooted solely in the correlation of all of this with what the silent Mass was a witness to and reminder of, the presence and the joy. What is that correlation? It seems to me that I am quite unable to explain and determine it, although it is actually the only thing that I talk and write about (“liturgical theology”). . . . This correlation is a tie, not an idea; an experience. It is the experience of the world and life literally in the light of the Kingdom of God.
-Schmemann, Journals, 19–20.
Eurovelo is a project of the european cyclists federation to develop 12 long distance cycle routes across europe. The total length of the network is greater than 60.000 km, of which more than a third has already been implemented. 30 illustrators from around the world decided not to wait for the roadwork to be completed, producing a map that brings the remaining nonexistent routes to life.
The giant map of europe was made by the 30 illustrators and was shown in a big exposition.
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Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
Panamint Valley, Death Valley National Park.
We pulled over for some great light, and three of our clients drove right past us (the three vehicles in front of us here), so we had to chase them for a few miles.
Cellular and data service has been nearly nonexistent on our visits to Death Valley this year, so we couldn't allow them to get separated from us.
The adult humpback whale is generally 14–15 m (46–49 ft) long, though individuals up to 16–17 m (52–56 ft) long have been recorded. Females are usually 1–1.5 m (3 ft 3 in – 4 ft 11 in) longer than males.
The species can reach body masses of 40 metric tons (44 short tons). Calves are born at around 4.3 m (14 ft) long with a mass of 680 kg (1,500 lb)] The species has a bulky body with a thin rostrum and proportionally long flippers, each around one-third of its body length.[14][15] It has a short dorsal fin that varies from nearly nonexistent to somewhat long and curved.
Like other rorquals, the humpback has grooves between the tip of the lower jaw and the navel. The grooves are relatively few in number in this species, ranging from 14 to 35. The upper jaw is lined with baleen plates, which number 540–800 in total and are black in color.
The dorsal or upper side of the animal is generally black; the ventral or underside has various levels of black and white coloration. Whales in the southern hemisphere tend to have more white pigmentation. The flippers can vary from all-white to white only on the undersurface. Some individuals may be all white, notably Migaloo who is a true albino. The varying color patterns and scars on the tail flukes distinguish individual animals.[
The end of the genital slit of the female is marked by a round feature, known as the hemispherical lobe, which visually distinguishes males and females.
Unique among large whales, humpbacks have bumps or tubercles on the head and front edge of the flippers; the tail fluke has a jagged trailing edge. The tubercles on the head are 5–10 cm (2.0–3.9 in) thick at the base and protrude up to 6.5 cm (2.6 in).
They are mostly hollow in the center, often containing at least one fragile hair that erupts 1–3 cm (0.39–1.18 in) from the skin and is 0.1 mm (0.0039 in) thick. The tubercles develop early in gestation and may have a sensory function, as they are rich in nerves. Sensory nerve cells in the skin are adapted to withstand the high water pressure of diving.
In one study, a humpback whale brain measured 22.4 cm (8.8 in) long and 18 cm (7.1 in) wide at the tips of the temporal lobes, and weighed around 4.6 kg (10 lb). The humpback's brain has a complexity similar to that of the brains of smaller whales and dolphins.
The structure of the eye indicates that eyesight is relatively poor, being only able to see silhouettes over long distances and finer details relatively close. Computer models of the middle ear suggest that the humpback can hear at frequencies between 15 Hz and 3 kHz "when stimulated at the tympanic membrane", and between 200 Hz and 9 kHz "if stimulated at the thinner region of the tympanic bone adjacent to the tympanic membrane". These ranges are consistent with their vocalization ranges.
As in all cetaceans, the respiratory tract of the humpback whale is connected to the blowholes and not to the mouth, although the species appears to be able to unlock the epiglottis and larynx and move them towards the oral cavity, allowing humpbacks to blow bubbles from their mouths. The vocal folds of the humpback are more horizontally positioned than those of land mammals which allows them to produce underwater calls. These calls are amplified by a laryngeal sac.
This image was taken at Isafjordur, Iceland. This whale is named "Birch" on the "HappyWhale" website and was seen initially in June 2021 . It has also been photographed near Reykjavik too.
A spectacular clear night, but I found myself in a place that lacked any prominent landscape features. What to do, what to do... I got out a pocket LED light and flashed the road ahead. A crude technique compared with the truly skilled night photographers on Flickr who use Lume Cubes and other light panels to subtly illuminate their night scenes. But it captures the feeling of being out there in a vast nothingness, I think.
Grasslands Park is an official Dark Sky Preserve. The distant lights, just over the horizon, are ranch houses situated just outside the park boundary; one of these bright spots may be the park campground, where some campers insist on floodlighting their campsites. Maybe the dark sky intimidates them.
These lights look brighter than they did in real life, where they were so faint and distant as to be nearly nonexistent. The bright "star" to the left of the Milky Way and directly above the road is the planet Jupiter; just to its left is Saturn.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
For Andrea, pre sunrise view of Mt Fuji, with moving traffic. Yamanako lake, Japan.
The drivers of the cars were confused because I was taking photos, they hesitated, slowed down, and drove on, what the hell was this gaijin (foreigner) taking photos of behind the road??. The traffic on that road at that hour is almost nonexistent, and I was lucky to have 2 cars going in opposite diresctions.
Pressing the literal final minutes of high sun, Westbound BNSF local L CHI1041 29A takes a good-sized train from the 'Burg up to Barstow, Illinois, chugging down the main at the nearly nonexistent "town" of Warner, Illinois. A babbling, twisting Mosquito Creek follows the siding in this hilly area of the Barstow Sub. which is perfect for quadcopter access.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
An NS GP33ECO goes to pull a loaded boxcar from the 1890-built Continental Paper Grading brick warehouse on South Lumber Street in Chicago, IL. This was, in my opinion, one of the coolest operations left in the country at the time (2020), as a classic building like this receiving boxcar carloads at street level is a scene basically nonexistent today. Unfortunately, this unique scene turned out to only continue for about another year, as in early 2021 Continental moved out of the old building and into a new warehouse in Hodgkins, IL.
On a side note, if anybody has seen the movie The Dark Knight, this is the entrance to the Batcave - in one scene Batman's butler Alfred drives down this road to get to the Batcave and the bumpers to the two spurs to Continental here can be seen.
.- Soft, moist and salty mists ....
Mists ... sea .., mists of life ....
Mists that stain the day ... a nonexistent color .....
- Suaves..., humedas y saladas brumas....
Brumas..., de mar.., brumas de vida..., .
Brumas que tiñen el día ..., de un color inexistente...
"I'm like a collection of sensitivities," KiraKira told me once, "I've always been."
At that moment, it occurred to me. That night, the sudden storm when she arrived at my door for the first time, looking so exhausted... The sweet smile on her face despite the pain in her right eye while picking poppies... Always seeing the most vibrant of colors, hearing the nonexistent of sounds, smelling the faintest of scents... And of course, feeling the deepest of emotions.
So I was not surprised at all, seeing her lying on an endless bunch of mattresses one day. "I feel it, definitely" she whispered and smiled: "The pea. I feel the pea, and it almost hurts."
My sweet KiraKira, you would be an amazing princess in another realm, for sure. But I won't let you go. Ever.
John G. Sanburn log cabin, circa 1832. Knoxville Illinois. This historic structure was discovered more or less intact when an old Victorian era house was torn down for urban renewal. It was entirely incased in the house being torn down having been incorporated into the construction of the newer building as it’s kitchen. Later improvements caused it to be entirely hidden and unknown within the Victorian structure. This happens more often than you think. I know of other log cabin discoveries in the region. People tended to utilize what they had on hand back then. Sanburn, besides being one of the first settlers in the region, was postmaster, judge, county clerk, justice of the peace, and Indian agent. The cabin was also the first general store in the area and was used for all of these functions besides being Mr. Sanburn’s residence. So you think you’ve got a crowded home at Christmas with too much to do! You’ve got a car and modern roads to work with. Mr. Sanburn had to hitch up a team of oxen to a wagon to traverse almost nonexistent muddy roads to get to the riverfront at distant pioneer Peoria to buy goods for his store brought up from St.Louis by primitive shipping methods. It probably was at least a three day proposition. As you eat your Christmas dinner stop and reflect and ask yourself if your life is too harried. Cheers.