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In the schools of the poor, or rather the old schools of towns, remote areas and villages, their appearance and feelings speak for themselves, their problems and feelings are reflected in their eyes.
Kore Town Near Erbil City, Kurdistan Region Northern Iraq
No fun wearing the donut of shame.
(Hot spot on his cheek - probably scratched it while out back and then Riley overdid the nursing care. Again.)
With luck, he'll be back to himself in a few days.
Our Daily Challenge - 4574. 6/13. "Something out of place"
For Doll A Day
Miyu served in US army few years ago and was in Iraq. So many things had happened those days.
Caught up with an old friend Claire last night. Been a while it has. Poor girl had to suffer looking at me for three hours.
So this is the outfit I went for in the end. Omg was it a rush to get ready though. Had an hour to do makeup hair and get dressed.
The Saginaw powered through the ice into harbor today, made good use of her own conveyor belt, and offloaded a large quantity of salt, which is probably destined for the underside of my poor car. Sigh! Well, at least it made for an interesting picture.
Poor Ella does her best to keep those self indulgent step sisters happy. They are constantly demanding rich desserts.
She used to have her own pretty dresses to wear, now she has to pick from the rag basket. Luckily, the little mice are helpful and friendly.
Blythe a Day - Ragamuffin 9/20/20
Doll: Mondrian Blythe
Dress: Vintage Barbie
Shoes: Licca
Tray and drinks: Barbie
Red cabinet and dishes: made by me from cardboard
Background/floor: scrapbook paper
Table: flea market find
Hooded Warbler HOWA (Wilsonia citrina)
Fall Warblers 2016 #6
Another warbler with yellow that came through this fall during migration....but this one has a special story. As we returned from our evacuation for Hurricane Matthew, I noticed this colorful spot of yellow sitting on one of the downed trees along our street. At the time he was fully out in the open, fluttering his wings as he is here. We stopped the car and watched him for a few seconds before he flew back into the tangle of downed trees and branches. I hurried back with the camera and saw him again much farther in with just a little window of light. Poor thing was still fluttering his wings and tail....really his whole body. This didn't seem normal so I left him alone but checked back often and never saw him again. I've never seen another Hooded around here so my suspicion is he was a victim of the storm. I think about him often and what a struggle he must have had.......
Member of Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
Poor killdeer has a broken wing. Not! She put on quite and act trying to lead me away from her nest. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
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Ran across this photo on 12.26.24 that was taken almost five years ago and I failed to make it public. Enjoy, you won't see this action in winter.
Poor old Phil is dying. He has retreated to a plant under the hedge and is hidden from view there. At first I thought he had been injured but his behaviour has been changing over the past 4 days. He has given me oodles of fun and photographs so I will miss him :-( On the up side he has become one of fattest pheasants around and has had an ideal life :-) (This was a little yoga stretching last year)
Misty morning on the River Exe at Topsham.
Unfortunately the tide was on the way out, so all the boats are pointing upstream, will have to hope for similar conditions on a rising tide for another go at some time.
("Stakkars, store naturen
på en iskald vinterkveld.
Når vi sitter inne i varmen
må den være ute i seg selv.")
~Dag Evjenth~
Explored Feb 17, 2013 Best position #435
A popular motif in Hafrsfjord, Norway, which I finally got to photograph too ツ
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Had to take the little guy to the vet today...ever since we got him home I noticed he is always itching one ear, and when he'd itch it....he'd cry. I've been watching it and finally today took him in to the vet and he has some ear mites with a secondary infection from them. So antibiotics...and some other stuff for itch. Now I'm freaking out if my other dogs are gonna have them. So gotta keep an eye on Bandit and Penny now. lol...I'm totally unimpressed with the gal who sold him to us. She has to know her dog the mom must have them!!
Rajah was just playing with that over-dressed, self-absorbed prince Achmed, weren’t you Rajah. 😸❤️
Siren Silhouette Korinne Dimas as Princess Jasmine
One night, a poor photographer sat exasperated by his computer. He had a collection of Norway holiday photos open on the screen, and while he quite liked some of the snaps, he thought there was something “missing”. Loading them up into Photoshop, he tugged and pushed at the sliders. He clicked the buttons. He painted on the masks and applied many layers. But still there was something missing. This went on for many days. Seeing his despondent mood, his darling wife prepared him a stiff gin and tonic of her own secret recipe. Having imbibed in a not insignificant number of these magical beverages, the photographer retired to his sleeping chamber and had a fitful night of snow-and-ice infused dreams. Upon the waking hour, he rose from his not-too-restful slumbers and staggered over to his abandoned computer. Photoshop was still open and the Scandinavian images were still stacked on the screen. However, topmost of the pictures was a new on; one that the bleary-eyed photographer did not recognise. Well, did not fully recognise. Certainly, the lake scene was very similar to another photo. But this one contained a mysterious ice-fishing figure. Riffling though his files, the astonished photographer discovered this hunter of Osteichthyes had been photographed on a lake a few miles away a few days previously. Sitting back in his chair, the photographer looked at the composite image and the more he looked the more he liked it. But how had it come into existence? He called his wife over and showed her the photo. “Did you do this?”, he asked. “No”, came the reply. He called his son over. “Did you do this?”, he asked. Again, “No”, came the reply. After many, many hours of long thought, the photographer came to the conclusion that it must have been the magic elves that reside in the hidden parts of the house that had created this image. Deeply indebted to the small people, the photographer decided to repay them as best he could. Every night he left a large glass of gin and tonic beside the computer, and every morning it was mysteriously empty.
And that, my darling wife, is why I need a glass of gin every night. Now, off to the shops you pop. And don’t forget to buy some more tonic, we are running a bit low.
Equipment: Nikon D7000, Nikkor 10-24mm @20mm, ISO 100, F7.1, 1/320sec
Post-production: ask the elves.
Heavy cloud & therefor poor light, just a record shot as have not managed to photo a Buzzard for some time in spite of there bring so many around
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
America has now drowned Lady Liberty