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This was our cruise ship, about 110 passengers and 100 crew members. On that day we had gone out on the Zodiacs to see penguins in one of the islands. Suddenly, the guides panicked because ice started to come in and if we didn't get back to the ship quickly the Zodiacs would not be able to make it through the ice. The weather is very unpredictable, but the guides are on top of it.
Glaciers about to fall in the water. We are lucky to see one collapse, but happened too quickly and I had the wide angle lens on the camera, so could not get a shot. The guides panicked, and speeded away from the glacier fearing a tsunami wave that could throw us off the Zodiac.
I often appreciate this moving walkway at O'Hare Airport in Chicago but usually I am panicked and rushing to my gate. As soon as I arrived at O'Hare Airport for my last trip, I found out my flight to Albuquerque, New Mexico was quite delayed so I finally got some shots it. If you want to see more of this walkway, the best place to look is Thomas Hawk's photo stream:
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I'll be flying out tonight for a few days again so I may not be posting for awhile or for the next couple of weeks at all. I would rather not be addicted to checking Flickr after today. So, if you don't see any photos from me, don't worry. Enjoy your summer!
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A Marsh Harrier flushing a flock of shovelers.
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BULKY AND STRIKING diving duck, found at Rye Meads RSPB, Pride myself at getting close to birds, got this one totally wrong, got to close! so when it saw me it panicked, and made this rapid retreat, rather than feeling relaxed in my presence. Do not see these very often, so it was a Joy!
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Small miracle of nature
I am so happy to have so many hoverflies in my garden and on my terrace.
If I hadn't read so much about these wonderful little insects, I would have panicked while taking photos today, because I was standing in a swarm and must have had 10 on my hands. ...
Small miracle of nature
I am so happy to have so many hoverflies in my garden and on my terrace.
If I hadn't read so much about these wonderful little insects, I would have panicked while taking photos today, because I was standing in a swarm and must have had 10 on my hands. ...
My son actually said this to me when he was was about 3+half or 4yo old. He looked so panicked and afraid. Gave me the stone cold heebie jeebies i can tell you!
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Woman face from Pixabay:
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KP Treat This #219 Friday, 19 April to Thursday 25 April 2019
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Arrowrock Reservoir is a huge man made lake near Boise, Idaho. Although I was a little panicked to see this, I've learned that this reservoir's primary purpose is to provide water for agriculture. Come next spring this should be full to capacity once again. (Table Rock, Drive to Idaho City DSC_2641.jpg)
Le cocon de l'araignée qu'il venait de prendre, voulant
l'ouvrir, son bec fut un instant coincé... par les lignes de la toile.
et il a paniqué.
eh OUI à chacun sa. .PUISSANCE dans le monde merveilleux, de la NATURE
The spider's cocoon he had just taken, wanting
open it, its beak was stuck for a moment... by the lines of the canvas.
and he panicked.
eh YES to each his own. .POWER in the wonderful world of NATURE
This black-tailed prairie dog (a jurvie) lived with his extended family in Sage Creek Basin of Badlands National Park in South Dakota. Most ran away when I came closer, but this little guy just stood his ground and continued chewing on his delicious grass.
That same evening (after sunset) a silly Prairie Dog ran out to the road, saw our car approaching, panicked, stood straight up, froze and stared at the headlights. He's lucky that there was no oncoming traffic, hence we were able to steer the car away from him.
Here are some facts about these intelligent and adorable animals:
www.worldwildlife.org/stories/8-surprising-prairie-dog-facts
Thanks for stopping by, and have a Happy Monday!
But a smile should always be possible.
Everything will be as it will be and somehow it will go on and on. I've learned that too over the past few years
every day a smile...
"Life is too short," she panicked, "I want more." He nodded slowly, "Wake up earlier." ~Dr. SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Most often you need lots of lens to capture good wildlife images, trying to get close without disturbing the subject. But occasionally the bird surprises you and comes too close. We were trying to photograph this secretive Least Bittern at some distance, while it hid in the tall grass. It suddenly flew towards us and landed in a nearby tree. As a hardened photographer I should have removed my teleconverter, but alas I panicked and only got a head shot. I'll take it though.
Balbuzard pêcheur
Pandion haliaetus - Western Osprey...Ce soir là,le temps est orageux , il vole très haut dans le ciel ...et fonce , plusieurs fois sur la colonie d'avocettes élégantes , qui paniquées , s'envolent en tous sens ....un beau souvenir
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Pandion haliaetus - Western Osprey
That evening, the weather is stormy, it flies very high in the sky ... and rushes, several times on the colony of elegant avocets, which panicked, fly in all directions ... a beautiful memory...
This one? Not a chance.
The Gray-breasted Mountain Toucan looks like it was designed by someone who spilled a box of crayons, panicked, and just went with it. Blue belly, slate chest, yellow sides, red rump, neon green bill, eye bling, and a black crest—it’s a flying art project with opinions.
I photographed this one at Hacienda El Bosque, a ranch where the landowners did something unusual—they preserved the forest. That means this bird still has trees to perch in, fruit to pluck, and misty air to scream into at dawn. It also means I had the rare chance to catch it framed, looking like a character from a tropical fairy tale.
That oversized bill isn’t just for show, either. It helps reach fruit on tricky branches, regulate heat, and possibly intimidate anything smaller than a grapefruit. Evolution doesn’t make design choices lightly—but it does have a sense of humor.
These cloud forests are disappearing fast. No forest, no toucan. So I count this encounter as a gift—proof that color, character, and rainforest resilience should be preserved and cherished.
Couplet:
He’s part bird, part paint spill, part fruit stand on wings,
Proof that natural selection does some ridiculous things.
i felt overwhelmed yesterday, as you can see from my post. so much so, that i panicked while at work and suddenly felt i had to leave. i headed towards home, but didn't want to lock myself up indoors so, a little before arriving, i started driving around.
kifissia is one of the prettiest parts of northern athens. southern athens has the sea... northern athens has trees. lots of them. so this is where i ended up.
athens is plagued by parked cars everywhere, but kassaveti street (on the map) has posts built on either sidewalk, so there are fewer than normal. this is still an urban setting, but still... i'd taken an HDR of it in the winter and remember thinking i should come back in the fall.
so here are a few shots from yesterday.
the combination of trees and photography is therapeutic.
on the blog: toomanytribbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-search-of-trees_1...
I made this photo at the end of the day and it think the light is beautiful. A really nice golden glow. The Egret jumped from the bank in to what he thought was water. He really panicked when he discovered it was ice.
Early Mars observers had a hard time. Photography was useless. Surface details had to be glimpsed by eye and sketched with a pencil in near darkness. These vintage globes - reading from left to right - show their progress (if that’s the word) in divining Mars’ features.
2nd from left is an 1884 globe based on drawings of the famous observers Schiaparelli and Flammarion. They got the pattern of dark and light areas more or less right. They thought that the dark areas were seas. Unfortunately they joined up the dark patches - our eyes tend to do that. More unfortunately, they named their broad links ‘canali’ – Italian for channels which soon got misinterpreted as ‘canals’.
Canals stuck! The centre globe of 1898 from observations of Eugene Antoniadi has far more ‘canals’ and they are narrower.
Then along came Percival Lowell. Rich Bostonian - he built an observatory at Flagstaff, Arizona specially for Mars observing. At right is a 1913 globe showing his observations. He webbed Mars everywhere with fine lines with oases where they crossed! He published widely and the Mars Myth was firmly established. Intelligent beings lived there. Mars was dying. Martians built planet wide canals to carry scarce water from the polar ice caps. H.G. Wells wrote 'War of the Worlds'. It became the 1938 CBS radio broadcast that panicked a slice of the US.
There are no canals, no linear features.
It’s easy to laugh. One clear evening (several decades ago) I drove up the hill to Lowell’s observatory just to see the outside. By pure chance I met a very kind and helpful postdoc who let me observe through Lowell’s massive 24-inch Clark telescope – cutting edge tech when built. Mars was a fuzzy expanding and contracting orange ball. Every so often for just a split second the atmosphere steadied and beautiful detail shone out on the Martian disk but it was gone too fast to study let alone remember.
That’s how it was – early visual observers had everything against them. Admire them for their perseverance. Remember - us really smart people (some like to think) of the 21st Century do not even know what 95% of the Universe is made of!
The globes are in the Whipple Museum of the History of Science, Cambridge.
A passing Northern Harrier panicked thousands of Snow Geese into flight. They circled, eventually returning to this or one of the adjacent ponds. I hate to see them frightened, but there is a thrill to hear the sound and feel the wind created by their wings.
I was trying to get a photo of a small rapids near where I live, when I heard hooves galloping behind me. I swung round with my camera and managed to get this guy. There were two of them, one just kept on running, but this one panicked and stopped when he saw me.
PETER: (on the mill)
I feel like someone is watching me.
(looks around very quickly)
It looks like Little Red Riding Hood.
I don't know if this is real or not.
Oleg!!! Can you see if there's anyone else at the mill besides me?
I thought I saw Little Red Riding Hood.
OLEG:
Don't be silly. All I see is a panicked Peter.
Moreover, Little Red Riding Hood does not live in a mill but in the forest.
You read too many fairytales.
Come help me clean the mill, so we can move in there. When we're done, we'll give a party for all our friends.
Hello awesome Flickr People !!
Today is a green day at Color my World Daily and that is it and all. So on this green day I absolutely had to show you what happened in my vegetable garden…
At the very beginning of the lockdown I panicked and I was sure that at one point in time we will had to fight, not only for toilet paper like it happened in real life, but also for food. There is no way that I will let my sons and husband starve !! Over my dead body !! Food shortage or not, they will have all the necessary and all the unnecessary nutriments to stay alive (even if it is in the shape of nutella or ice cream). So I send my husband to the store and ask him to buy some plants of vegetables for us to plant in our garden. Keep in mind that we have 0 skills in agriculture or even caring for decorative plants of any kind… Our green thumbs are non existant.
My husband came back from the store with several plants of cucumbers (but all different kinds just to make sure that we will never be able to compare them and see which plant is doing better… I'm not criticizing... just telling the facts) , one cherry tomatoes plant, one « giant slicer » (that what was written on the price tag !!) red tomato plant and a pepper plant. The giant slicer did very good. It had ONE (!!! why only one, we will never know ????) huge tomato which I loved like my own child since it appeared on the plant until a horrible squirrel ate the half of it, on the very same day we were planing on harvest our giant tomato for lunch…
The Cherry tomato plant gave us a few tomatoes and I have one pepper so far.
But the huge surprise was the cucumber plant. We had some cucumbers looking like birds… My youngest son is sure my husband bought a very exotic plant by mistake lol.
I dont know if I will try this experience next year (maybe if there is another pandemic … lol just kidding !!!) but I must admit it was entertaining to watch all those plants growing and to fight for our food with squirrels !! I learned a lot about myself and squirrels !!! And my gin & tonic was very helpful during those hard times...
So how do you like my cucumber bird ?
Have a beautiful day my friends !! My hungover is almost finished so everything will be back to normal very soon !!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and healthy!! And see you soon on Flickr!!
Last weekend Filou disappeared from the garden for the first time. Before that he had never shown any intention to explore the world beyond the fence and given the fact that he is a scaredy cat, we all thought that he was safer at home. When he suddenly disappeared my sister panicked and we all had to go and look for Filou. That was hopeless as it was dark and there are lots of possibilities for a cat to hide out there. You can't go into other people's backyards in the middle of the night to seach for your cat. Filou returned home the next morning. He was wet and tired but not extremely nervous. I really thought that after this episode he would try to see more of the world outside his garden asap but so far he has made no new effort to climb over the fence.
It's a very busy week for me, so please forgive me if I don't manage to comment on all your photos.
We set out for the Wallowas, shooting barns was high on my list. I assumed that you would see most of them as you came into the valley, through Enterprise and Joseph. I was surprised to find that was not the case. Honestly I panicked a little because I had no idea where they were now. Well, as we explored the area, they pop up all over the place. This one was of my favorites that we came across. This barn was octagonal. The sky were working with me when I got here. Let me know what you think.
Gone were the days that panicked us with pandemic
Good health is a boon, for that we pin our hopes in 2021
Linus isn't happy because he hurt himself yesterday when a loud noise startled him and he panicked. He has a problem with one of his hind legs and is limping terribly. Most of the time he doesn't move at all, just lies down somewhere and looks miserable. The vet thinks that he has pulled a muscle but if things don't get better further examinations will be required. Fynn has a vet appointment tomorrow anyway, maybe I'll take Linus with us as I would like the vet to have another look at him before the weekend. Surprisingly Fynn is very nice to Linus, sleeps next to him and even grooms him which is something Fynn usually never does.
A Border Collie that likes to swim. She is hopefully going to be a new friend for Sissy and Dizzy. By the way Dizzy fell in the lake at the deep end. I didn't get a photo as I panicked.
A stray, panicked bumblebee pounced on the winter violet as if it were the last all-you-can-eat pollen buffet !!
Imaginary Dialogue Between a Blowfly and the Pouch of "proper" Paphiopedilum bullenianum
(The blowfly hovers near the orchid, intrigued by its scent and colors. The pouch, cunning and patient, waits for its prey.)
Blowfly: Buzzzz… Whoa, what’s this funky smell? Sweet… kinda rotten… my favorite!
Pouch: (silent, but its glossy maroon lip glistens invitingly in the light)
Blowfly: Hey there, shiny thing! You look… sticky. And dark inside. Perfect for a nap—or maybe a snack?
Pouch: (slightly shifts in the breeze, as if beckoning)
Blowfly: Alright, alright, I’ll check you out. But no funny business! (flies closer, inspecting the hairy petals) Man, you’re hairy. Kinda weird. But that smell… mmm.
Pouch: (inner walls damp, speckled with deceptive nectar-like droplets)
Blowfly: Okay, just a quick peek inside—(lands on the lip, slips slightly on the smooth surface)—Whoa! Slippery!
Pouch: (the rim tilts slightly, guiding the fly downward)
Blowfly: Hey—HEY! (scrambles, wings buzzing frantically) Why’s it so steep in here?! Let me out!
Pouch: (inner walls tighten slightly; escape routes are narrow, hidden behind curved barriers)
Blowfly: (panicked, crawling deeper instead of out) Oh no, no, no—this was a trap! I knew it! Stupid sexy flower!
Pouch: (triumphant, as the fly stumbles past the staminode, brushing against pollen sacs)
Blowfly: Ugh, fine! If I’m stuck, I might as well eat something… (licks at the deceptive secretions, getting coated in pollen)
Pouch: (releases the fly once sufficiently dusted, loosening its grip as the fly struggles upward)
Blowfly: (bursts free, panting) NEVER AGAIN! (pauses, sniffs the air) …Wait, is that another one over there? Buzzzz…
(The cycle continues.)
Moral of the Story: The Paphiopedilum bullenianum pouch is a master of deception—slick, scented, and inescapable until it gets what it wants. The fly? A repeat offender. Nature’s drama never ends.
(Based on real slipper orchid pollination strategies—entrapment, forced pollen pickup, and eventual release. The fly may or may not learn its lesson.)
OLEG: (Looking out the window)
Look Peter, it's raining. The snow is melting. Spring is coming!
PETER (Panicked)
You don't mean that, Oleg.
OLEG:
See for yourself.
PETER: (Running outside)
Oh no .... Freddy!
(With tears in his eyes):
He's melted.
OLEG:
I told you, Peter, that a snowman melts when it stops freezing.
PETER:
I'm going to miss him Oleg. I could tell Freddy everything. He never said anything back. That was so nice about Freddy, because he always agreed with me.
OLEG:
Don't be sad Peter, Freddy will come back someday when it starts to snow, but then you have to be patient. We're going to spring now and Freddy is resting until next winter.
PETER:
Thank you Oleg, I feel a little better. Moreover, I have Scout to whom I can tell everything, because he loves me.
OLEG:
You have a very nice friend with Scout.
PETER:
I'm going to tell Scout what happened to Freddy!
OLEG:
And we send Scout, Paddy, Cousin Paddington, Bogart, Katy Koala Lettuce and Daddy a lot of Bear Hugs and kisses
Working of the year (so far), and the debut of this new class to the south west. Will they, wont they, debate the week before, due to potential traction knowledge issues, but in the end, we needn't have panicked. 69s were allocated.
Passing the gallery at Stoke Canon are 69003 'The Railway Observer' leading and 69004 on the rear as it passes with the weedkilling train, 3Q00 off Woking at 11.58, heading for Exeter Riverside Yard. 30/5/2023
Yard Lifer: The Day the Virginia’s Warbler Dropped In
By Someone Who Clearly Doesn’t Live in Virginia
I was just standing in my desert yard, minding my own business, when something small, grayish, and feathered landed on a red yucca stalk and looked at me like I didn’t belong there.
It was a Virginia’s Warbler. In my yard. In the desert.
Now, if you don’t know birds, here’s what you need to know about a Virginia’s Warbler:
It’s not from Virginia. It usually hangs out in the high mountains, where the air is thin and the hikers are sweaty.
It does not usually stop by backyards with hummingbird feeders, gravel landscaping, and one semi-dead ocotillo.
This was, in birder terms, a yard lifer—meaning I’d never seen this bird here before. It’s like discovering a snowman in your sauna.
The warbler flitted around, perfectly at home on the yucca, as if to say, “Yes, I’ve reviewed your yard. It’s acceptable. Carry on.”
Naturally, I panicked and took 143 photos in 6.8 seconds. Ninety were of the yucca. Fourteen were of my shoes. But one... one caught her mid-glance, yellow undertail visible, expression serene. Victory.
Then she vanished. Back to the highlands, probably. Or maybe she’s telling her friends:
“You won’t believe the place I found—juniper and desert oak trees, one confused human, pretty pink flowers, and excellent lighting.”
And just like that, I had a warbler and a story.
Both rare. Both fleeting. Both glorious.
La vida es demasiado corta - ella entró en pánico - quiero más. Él asintió con la cabeza lentamente, levantate más temprano...
Hello my amazing Flickr friends !!
Today is a blue day at Color my World Daily and we have another awesome theme at Looking close on Friday : tea light holder. I must admit, at first I panicked. I was sure I had no tea light holders in my house. So I was desperately searching for a DIY project for a tea light holder. But then I remembered my white cage tea light holder ! And after finding this one, I suddenly found at least 4 other tea light holders ! They are all different and since I rarely use them (since I’m not a tea lights or candles person… yes, I know I’m not romantic at all but I have others qualities … or so I like to think), I will use those in my pictures for sure !
Mucho, mucho amor for you my friends !! Have a beautiful day !!!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and well!! And see you soon on Flickr !
Although Ted loves the canoe he is also the first to get off it. Same when we go to new areas on the property, he checks it out then all of a sudden bolts to where he knows or safety, like the buggy .
This day they all were in the canoe and I pushed it a little from shore to get some photos. Ted panicked and jumped and I only got the tail end of his jump.
Anyway i popped him back in the canoe so i could get the sequence knowing he would jump again. I don't normally do that but I really wanted to get a jump shot.
This is the result. He made it by the way.
Go check out Charlie's page for the sequence...
There once was a bird called the Reddish Egret, though this particular one was white. It had apparently not read the brochure.
It stood alone in the shallows wearing its best feathers, looking like it had arrived early for a wedding no one else was attending. Most egrets, when faced with hunger, remain still. They brood. They pose. They glare thoughtfully into the water as though remembering a betrayal.
But not this one.
This one forgot it was supposed to be dignified and instead sprinted about like a feather duster possessed by indecision. It ran left. It ran right. It spun in a circle, flapped dramatically, and made several alarming gestures that caused three nearby fish to leap from the water purely out of concern.
Scientists call this "active foraging.” Others have called it “panicked flailing.” The egret has called no press conference.
The white morph, as it’s known, is genetically identical to its reddish counterpart but has chosen a different aesthetic. Some believe this helps it in certain habitats. Others believe it’s simply a bird with strong opinions and limited supervision.
And while most fish rely on camouflage to avoid predators, it turns out they have no defense against interpretive dance.
Moral:
If you can’t outsmart your prey, confuse it.
Cowboy Thom = = Sitting strong and proud alone / isolated in a downpour in the middle of the forest this cowboy is in harmony with nature.
Wherein most of us would feel panicked he remains calm in the face of thunder and the prospects of the unknown deep woods. .
Rocky Mountain National Park.. . .. . .
The male Least Tern doesn’t sing or dance or bring flowers. He brings fish. Sardine-sized, silver-flashing, recently panicked fish. It’s his version of chocolates and a heartfelt note, and apparently, it works.
I learned early in life that flowers were the gold standard. Birthdays, apologies, romantic hail-Marys—flowers had range. But sardines? Not once did anyone suggest I win someone over with oily bait.
Turns out I’ve been doing it wrong. The terns know better.
I watched this male land beside his intended and present his offering like a nervous teenager with a sweaty bouquet. She looked. She considered. And then she took it.
No questions. No awkward small talk. Just fish equals love.
It’s simple, efficient, and possibly the most honest relationship model I’ve seen in years.
Who knew?
(Answer: Terns.)
He wooed with a fish, not a flower or fern
That’s romance, at least to a Least Tern.
Happy Caturday 24.7.2021 "Hand on cat"
There was excitement with Timmy last weekend. He hasn't eaten since Saturday evening, but always tried to choke something out. On Sunday evening he ate a can of wet food, but with a lot of choking in between. He was also limp.
Then I woke up at 4.30am on Monday and he wasn't there. Normally he comes home at 2 o'clock at the latest. I panicked and saw him lying somewhere suffocating and went crazy. Searched in the back, searched in the front - nothing. I couldn't call out loud at that time either. At 5:05 am he came traipsing in front of the house and was very happy to be greeted. Wretch!
At 8 o'clock I called our vet - she was on holiday. It took me almost an hour to find a vet who 1. answered the phone and 2. also wanted my money.
At 11 o'clock we had an appointment with the other vet, but had to wait almost an hour because of an emergency. Timmy didn't think about being looked down his throat, after all it's his private sphere :-)))) So he had to stay and was examined under anaesthesia. At 5pm I was allowed to pick him up. There was nothing (more?) in his throat, but it was red. So either grass had been in it and he choked it out on Sunday night or it was a cold. I think it's the same symptoms.
He ate a big bowl of dry food and a can of Vitaldrink late on Monday afternoon and then slept it off. When it was dark he went out as usual, you have to have your territory under control ;-)
Sunday and Monday were a mess anyway. But one is only happy that he is well again.
[Translated with www.DeepL.com/ ]
All photos © 2015-2020 by Yarin Asanth. Please note the copyright. The photos are the property of the photographer Gerd Michael Kozik! No further use of my photos in any form like websides, printing, commercial or private use. Do not use my photos without my expressed written permission !
Hello again dear Flickr friends,
in the photo you can see one of my favorite places over the whole year and I have to say that I really love this place. I would be very happy, if you would like to fly with me into the spring 2020.
We have difficult times here as everywhere because of the Corona-Virus. The borders to Switzerland and Austria are closed. A necessary measure to slow down the rapid spread of the virus. The schools have been closed for the next 5 weeks since yesterday, some students are happy, others were busy to graduate. Now a break. Public life is restricted, you are standing in front of closed doors everywhere. In the shops you sometimes find yourself standing on empty shelves. Some people panicked and pallets of goods were torn open. I hope that people stay cool in the next weeks. There is no supply emergency and we are not here at "The Walking Dead" even if it somehow reminds you of good (or bad) series or cinematic blockbusters.
Back to photography: I invite you to accompany me on my journey through well-known areas at the Lake Constance. Sometimes from the ground, sometimes at lofty heights of 100 meters. I had been looking for new inspiration for a long time and found it again right in front of my eyes.
I hope you haven't completely forgotten me in the meantime. Best regards and above all ... STAY HEALTHY!
Your Yarin
My soundtrack: Fly like an eagle from the Steve Miller Band 1976 (also wonderful the version from Seal)
A tsunami just hit town and Ciara got streamed with the water.
She panicked because she couldn't breath, but in the last seconds she got to the surface. She grabbed the first thing she could see (a stone). It was really slippery tough, but she held on thight and looked if she could see any other people.
I know the story is really bad, but english is not my native language.
Anyways, I was really excited for this theme because I loove Mrs. Spears. It was difficult though because I couldn't come up with any ideas... So I took a risk and chose a tsunami set-up.
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cover for a cheap mystery novel....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lasWefVUCsI
It was love at first sight. When I think of him now...it will always be the reflection of this rain rippling across his face. Like panicked worms looking for a way out of his rapidly cooling meat.
Stuff:
Toro. 2:35am Backdrop
{DAL} normal umbrella
Baiastice_Fran Coat & Dress.Patent Iceberg
.SHI Eirene hair
ZIBSKA Noir #5 Eyemakeup
In a patch of city trees wedged between parking lots and power lines, a mockingbird practiced his craft. Not on songs of meadowlarks or warblers—he had those already. But on stranger things, it's car alarms, ringtones, and microwave beeps. even the faint two-note squeal of the subway brakes.
The pigeons shook their heads.
“Ridiculous,” they cooed.
The sparrows rolled their eyes.
“You’re embarrassing the species.”
Even the crows cackled.
“Those aren’t songs, they’re malfunctions!”
But the mockingbird didn’t stop.
Night after night, he performed a medley of the city’s oddest sounds, a one-bird orchestra of confusion and clang.
One evening, a shadow slipped through the streetlights,
a feral cat, slow and silent, creeping toward the trees.
The sparrows froze.
The pigeons panicked.
But before the cat could pounce, the mockingbird cut loose:
REE-REE-REE-REE!
(The perfect car alarm.)
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
(The exact panic tone of a delivery van.)
MEEEEEP!
(The shriek of subway brakes.)
The cat spun in circles, ears twitching, tail puffed, and bolted back into the dark.
The sparrows stared.
The pigeons gawked.
Even the crows muttered, “Well, I’ll be…”
The mockingbird puffed his chest, cocked his head, and began to mimic a laughter ringtone, just to rub it in.
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Ericgram:
Mocking what you hear might sound absurd, until absurdity saves the flock.
Moral:
Odd gifts are still gifts.