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I've been working on my MW2 characters for a week now and I'm still not happy with Soap's face. Does it look alright or should I change it??
while walking at a flea market i chanced upon a bird vendor with a green parakeet on his shoulder. wild parakeets are known to bite so this made his parakeet domesticated and possibly hand reared. i started talking with the vendor to ask more questions about his parakeet and my hunch was right. he placed the parakeet on my hand and, guess what, i ended up taking it home he he he. these shots were taken when i was negotiating with the vendor. price: USD5.00 for a hand reared domesticated parakeet.
The Philippine hanging parrot (Loriculus philippensis) is also widely known as the colasisi[2] taken from its local Tagalog name, "kulasisi". It is a small parrot species of the Psittaculidae family. It includes about eleven subspecies, which are all native to only the Philippines; however, the exact taxonomy is unclear, and at least one of the subspecies might become split off and become a separate species if further research provides clarification.
They are mainly green with areas of red, orange, yellow, and blue varying between subspecies. Only the males have a red area on their fronts, except for the population living on Camiguin, where neither male nor female have this red area. They make nests in tree holes and, unusually for a parrot, the female takes nesting material back to the nest.
source: wikipedia
.... I can't choose between these two editions! lol What is your opinion??? Which do you prefer? xD Thanks in advance for the opinions! greetings and happy week!
....así es, no puedo decidirme por ninguna de las ediciones de esta foto!! jajaja Cuál es vuestra opinión??? Cuál os gusta más u os disgusta menos?? xD Gracias desde ya por las opiniones!! un saludo y feliz semana!
Whenever I go to or return home from Alaska, the question I get is… where did you fish? I readily admit that I'm just not into fishing, it is just one of those things that I want to like more than I actually like (kind of like Harry Connick Jr.). My belabored point is that all of Alaska is an adventure and you don't necessarily need to fish to enjoy it. For the sake of the Alaskan tourist industry, I think that Alaska should dump their existing lame slogan of "Alaska... the Last Frontier"; (which sounds like it’s right out of an old Star Trek episode) and adapt mine… WILD ALASKA… So Much More than Fishing!
Wrangell-St. Elias National Park & Preserve, Alaska.
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ce goéland a l'air d'avoir les plumes qui prennent l'eau quelqu'un sait-il pourquoi ?
This one looks like soaked , anyone knowing why ?
Two small raccoons come by regularly for meals. Both look pitiful. Both are bedraggled.
There is an easy way to tell them apart, though. This individual has had a notch taken out of her right ear, which is on the left in this photo.
I don't know how well raccoons get along with one another when they're spread out and hunting individually. However, put out a single abundant source of food and raccoons become extremely possessive and territorial. It's not uncommon for fights to break out among pairs who both want at the food bowl. Their growling is quite terrifying. So is the way they roll along the ground while they fight. Though it is hard to see their moves, when they slow a bit it looks as if they're pushing against each other's shoulders with their heads. In a way, they look like college wrestlers.
I think the notch in the ear is a souvenier of a past fight with a fellow raccoon
Easy to identify this butterfly with that big white question mark on the side of the wing. Found it in my back yard.
Question Mark Butterfly (Polygonia interrogationis)
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Question to all of you: why does my EXIF information show sometimes, and other times it does not. I use Lightroom Classic for all my editing and the data shows there. Does anyone else have this problem?
in the geometry
of my
body
lies a
soul.....
my mind in command position....
different and inherent parts of me....
sometimes I try to define
others to understand......
It should be simple.....
tricky
isnt it?
how this supposed to be
free
soul
can be attached to anything?????
and if my body is mine
and my soul is free
how is my mind so confused.....???
Ela mora no mar
Ela brinca na areia
No balanço das ondas
A paz, ela semeia .·´¯(_♪
:)
Obrigada Claudio.!!
in the mathematics of perfect roundness.
instruments can be resetted by the wonderful curvature of you
all souls are free. All just need a key to to be captured
from Wayne...
“Sky, why are you downside up?”
“It’s a clever ploy Bertie. I am trying to think of an answer to a question I have and I thought that if I was downside up, all my cleverness would be sure to be in my head where it needs to be.” Said Sky proudly.
“Wow! Did you think of that on your own Sky?”
“I did Bertie, and now I have to see if it works, so I can answer my questions.”
“Could I help you do you think Sky, only it feels a bit strange talking to fluffy kneecaps?”
“Maybe Bertie, after all you are known for your cleverness. I think I’ll stay like this though just in case you fail…again.”
“What is your question then Sky?”
“The man was talking to that screen picture thing he has and this hooman who he was talking to said they were having “Lunder and Tightening”. I was trying to work out what that is, do you know Bertie?”
“Lunder and Tightening, now let me think Sky. Eeermm, no sorry can’t help you with that one but then knowing hoomans, they probably don’t know themselves.”
Just then Icecap and Posh Bear came along and sat down beside them.
“Hi chaps, can either of you two help poor Sky before all his intelligence goes to his head and comes out of his ears?” Asked Bertie.
“I can’t see there being enough of it to make that happen to Sky.” Giggled Icecap.
“Well anyway, Sky wants to know what Lunder and Tightening is, as he heard the man’s screen hooman say it earlier.”
“What was actually said Sky?” Asked Icecap.
“Well, the man said it was sunny here and the screen hooman said they had Lunder and Tightening. I had a thunk and couldn’t work out what it was Icecap.”
“I think you must have misheard Sky; I think the screen hooman actually said Thunder and Lightning.” Declared Posh Bear.
“Well, I was close, so what is that then Posh?”
“Well, up high in the air Sky, higher than even the fluffiest white ship that floats on by, there lives lots of us bears that are waiting to be able to come down here, and give love and cuddles to a hooman and try to teach them some basics in intelligence. Well, every so often the food for them is late arriving and they have rumbly tummies and because there are so many of them it is very loud and we can hear it down here. Hoomans call that thunder. Now, to alert the food place that they are hungry and have rumbly tummies the bears switch the lights on and off and that causes flashes of light down here. Hoomans call that lightning. It is nothing to worry about Sky for the flashing lights always works and the bears get their food and then the rumbling stops.”
“Gosh! You are so clever Posh, you know everything.” Said Bertie clearly impressed.
“I know.” Said Posh smiling.
“Posh, how come you are so clever and yet don’t stand downside up like me?” Asked Sky.
“I don’t think it is necessary Sky, I should get back on your feet again.”
“Oh, I thought that because of what hoomans call gravy, everything travelled downwards and this was my plan to have all my intelligence where it needs to be.”
“No Sky, you have that wrong, hoomans don’t call it gravy, they call it gritty...I think.” Chipped in Icecap.
“Actually, it is called gravity and you don’t need to worry about that yet Sky. I have a good idea, let us see how much honey we have and break open a jar or two.” Said Posh Bear.
“Sounds like a plan, I’ll just nip to the freezer thingy and get some fish.” Said Icecap before realising that Sky and Bertie were no longer there.
“They never were that big on fish.” Mumbled Icecap shaking his head sadly.
Gilets jaunes de Lyon...
Des petits groupes dispersés...
an animal rights advocate, againt hunting or raising animals for fur.
After doing some serious research on the id of this bird, I came to no conclusion.
In early spring, at the same area, I saw two of them but never had time to take a shot. Because they flew almost right away, I thought they were Nashville Warblers. To my big surprise this week, I have seen them again. So that told me it was not a Nashville Warbler. It looks like a female Redstart to me but the yellow is very bright and all over the front which is not a female Redstart pattern. Also there is no pattern at all on the wings. I assume this is an adult as I have seen them in the spring. I have several shots but you can see the white and dark coloured pattern under the tail and some white patches on top of the tail..... I checked so many birds and still have no clue what it is. I would really appreciate your comments on that one. What do you think it is?
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Question is!
In all truth the question doesn't really matter! the reason is more defining as to why we do what we do.
I've not been asked buy my parents why I do this crossdressing malarkey as of yet but it will come at some point so when it does what do I say?
We all have and most still do ask ourselves why we are like this but we very rarely ask what drives us. what makes us do what we do whatever stage you are on the spectrum.
For me I have from the day I mixed with other children identified more with the girls than I did with the boys, I even ran away from home at the age of eight or nine because my parents decided I should have my shoulder length blond hair cut into a more boyish style. I didn't get far in the running away thing making it as far as the playground lol
Even after a subliminal forced boyhood I still saw myself as a girl. even people who met me for the first time had to ask if I was a boy or a girl right up to the age of 12.. What you see now is just my bloody mindedness me saying "I only have one go at this life and I will be who I want to be regardless"
We are a long time dead and a short time alive.
my true identity and not my physical one drives me to morph into the woman above.
No outside influence made me this way, it wasn't nurture it is plan and simply the way nature meant it to be for me.
do you think that explanation will work?
"How do you know when it's time for you to go
How can you stop when you don't know how to start
How can you go back when you don't know why you're here
How can you see when your eyes begin to fade
How will you hear when you've heard it all before
How do you do all the things you want to do
How much can you take when you've taken all you can
Hoe can you act when you've never seen the script
How can you choose when you don't know which is right
How far can you go if you've been there before
How can you shine if you've never seen the sun
How does a child become a man without a child
How can you heal someone that doesn't want to heal"
From the great and underrated INXS album Welcome to wherever you are: youtu.be/Us3p7SsrxvM
There were many unanswered questions in this house: such as why these shoes were left behind. I confess I put them on the window sill where I could photograph them better.
"Lay to Rest" [7/52]
So, to answer the question... no I didn't get a deer to lay down for us. The other night, this poor little thing was hit right in front of our house. The person just pulled her over into our yard and left her there. I have high hopes that she passed quickly but there were a lot of signs of internal bleeding, so I can only assume it took her some time to go. Usually when someone sees "roadkill" they think of ways to get rid of it. When I saw her, I thought of ways to make her beautiful again and to remember her. Yes, I did remove the flies, some of the scuff marks, and even removed her little tongue that was sticking out. I did however keep her bloat and her eyes.
People don't see the things I see. In person, she smelled awful, was stiff, swollen, bleeding and was covered in ants and flies. She was gone. A part of me is extremely afraid of how I will die. Could I die this way too? By a car? A hit and run... The older I get, the more I have to start facing death. Not just my own but other people around me as well. It's something I get extreme anxiety over and in person I tried to make a lot of jokes about the situation but I was really sad for this beautiful life.
People passed by, slowing down, staring, giving us really strange looks. I'm used to them all by now but when I feel strongly about something or taking photos, it melts away and I go into my own little world. Right here wasn't about me, it was about making this little woodland creature beautiful one last time before we buried her in our back yard. We have a field and woods if you're wondering why the back yard, which is where she came from in the first place. I keep wondering if she was the one I spotted last week close to our house.
So thankful for Liana to come out on such a short notice, put up with the smell, her leg fell asleep, and for everything else. She couldn't see what I could but she knew I had a vision.
Rest in Peace and I hope this photo did you some sort of justice. You couldn't of passed in a better place than in my front yard so you could be remembered forever in a piece of art.
her hands came to rest
and the thoughts in her head
kept repeating the question
was this really summer's last song?
Last shot I would get of 513 on its way back to Atlantic before a State Trooper would question me about my interest in 513.
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
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