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In this mirror i wrote the word inspiration. The reflection of something else can inspire you to do something or become someone and grow as a person.
I was playing around with poses against the window and ended up really liking how it turned out especially after editing it
In response to a photo prompt of "Light My Fire" I photographed lighting a match from a wick in a 3-wick candle.
In this image the match caught less than 1/8 second ago, showing that the initial plume of fire was down, toward the source of heat that initiated it.
As soon as I heard iMyke mention Mario on episode 31 of The Prompt as I was driving to pick Hamish up from school, I paused it because I knew he'd enjoy it as he did with the Incomparable #177. He's a 7-year-old Mario addict! Thanks to @5by5 for keeping things clean so Hamish can enjoy these shows with me on the school run!
This is for the Prompt natural treasure, to be honest I got very sick the other day, and it took about all the effort I could muster up to drag myself out of bed to take this photo, im not sure its what i would of done if i had the energy to go on a walk and capture some of the native flora, but i think it is appropriate.
Lichens are very unique from a botanical point of view, they are the result of a symbiotic relationship between a fungus, and a photosynthetic species, usually green algae, but can also be cyanobacteria, the photosynthetic species in the relationship provides, energy derived from the sun, while the fungi provides nutrients. as Lichens donʻt have any roots they derive most of their nutrients from the air, the colors, and shapes that the lichens take on can be a direct result of the composition of the air that it lives in, very little is known about this relationship, but one thing is almost certain the healthier the lichen the cleaner the air.
Not on prompt. I thought about the prompt. I wanted to print out a photo for it, but I ran out of printer ink. So, I just grabbed some random, older Graduation Photos of my son and did this quick page.
Credits: Fonts: Adler and Halo Handletter; Digital Kits: mostly "Be You" and the white stitches are from Digi Essentials Elements - all by Karla Dudley.
Prompted by an email from my son in San Diego, I dropped in at the Lucky 13 in Alameda to sample Old Rasputin Russian Porter on tap.
Just as advertised, it was dark and tasty with a great head of foam.
The garden is one of my favorite places around our house.
I have taken you on a walk through the garden.
I started, almost, at the kitchendoor, top left, took a shot of the path in front of me and did that after every five steps. The shot bottom right shows where I started, next to the red barn.
I hope you like the 'tour'. (Next tour will be shots of the flowers that are in bloom along the path).
This little chicken wasn't born at Easter. When I think of Easter I think of eggs, young birds and spring. And so I remembered this beautiful little creature. Eric & I haven’t got children. Raising this little one made us feel like parents.
Two years ago two of our hens, Clara & Grijs, laid three eggs each. With excitement we waited till the little ones were born. Five eggs hatched short after each other. Clara left the nest with her three babies and one moment Grijs also had enough of waiting till the last egg hatched and left the nest. We checked the last egg with a torchlight and discovered movement inside.
So we couldn't leave this egg be and built our own 'nest' assuming it wouldn't take long to hatch. It took a whole week and on the day we wanted to give up there was Hummie. The plan was to put the little one back with Grijs as soon as it was up and running.
Unfortunately it was already too late and Grijs didn’t accept Hummie as her baby. So Eric and I had to take care of her. So that is how it happened that we slept with a little baby chicken in our bedroom for almost two months.
We built Hummie a closed home inside the henhouse so she could get used to her other family. After two months we decided with pain in our heart that Hummie had to be more with her own family and that she had to sleep in the henhouse at night.
The first day that I dared to leave her alone with the other chickens she must have left the henhouse in a panic. When I came home she was gone. I searched everywhere in our neighborhood, asked the schools around, hung up flyers, but nobody had seen her. Hummie did not come back.
What I think that happened is that she was taken by schoolchildren at the playground behind our garden. She was so used to people that she probably was attracted by the sound of the children.
The disappearance of Hummie had broken my heart. I felt so bad about leaving her alone that day. She was only a chicken, but she was my little one. I held her when she was just outside the egg. She used to sleep on my shoulder with her head tucked away in my hair. She followed me everywhere in the garden and we used to go on spider hunt together.
Hummie is the little chicken on my head in my profile picture in Facebook and Twitter. I have never forgotten her and I never will.
Forgot to take a photo of this before i went to paint. And i broke rule #1 right away: fussing way too much. Hoping to attempt the alternative approach, which is drawing in ink first and measure in pencil over the top.
It's no surprise to those who know me how crazy I am for those smoochie faced pugs! This prompt was all about " falling for " and therefore I borrowed some adorable images of pugs off Flickr to demonstrate all the reasons I love them. Pugs #1 through #7 belong to the following:
1. www.flickr.com/photos/backinthepack/4316794347/ 2. www.flickr.com/photos/lolapug/4288915793/ 3. www.flickr.com/photos/tomandsteve/4268953384/ 4. www.flickr.com/photos/radmegan/4242049767/ 5. www.flickr.com/photos/tomandsteve/ 6. www.flickr.com/photos/aarynleathjames/4294166848/ 7. www.flickr.com/photos/dyxie/4202983875/