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The question is: how? Was the feather blown there like a dart in Wednesday night's gale or did someone place it there. And who did it belong to: a rook or a crow?
Question oreilles, je fais concurrence à mon frère Lewis.
Elsa a été chez le docteur ce matin pour ses vaccins et pour faire enregistrer sa puce française en Belgique. Elle a été très sage, mais elle est très "cabot", quand la vétérinaire lui a tondu la patte pour une prise de sang (pour vérifier si elle est stérilisée) elle a pleuré comme si on la battait ;-) Mais au moins avec elle, pas de muselière et elle a gentiment salué un autre chien dans le couloir.
Matter of ears, I compete with my brother Lewis
Elsa went to the doctor this morning for her vaccinations and to register her French chip in Belgium. She was very nice, but she has a very "show off" behaviour, when the vet sheared her paw for a blood test (to check if she is neutered) she cried as if she was beaten ;-) But at least with her, no muzzle, and she friendly greeted another dog in the hall.
More pics in blog [mid & back] <3
Skin: LUMAE - Rhae Skin [T1] NEW!!!
Head: LeLUTKA - Avalon Head
Body: eBODY - Reborn
Boobs: eBODY REBORN - Juicy Boobs
Hair: no.match_ - No Engine [@ Uber]
Bodysuit: .:Beauty of Darkness:. CG-001 Bodysuit,
Tattoo: THIS IS WRONG - Electroclub shine+tattoo
Weapon: [REKT x TREVOR] - Swordmaster Kabuto [Check this video to see the different animations, options] NEW!!!
Boots: Diaboli Design - Solid Boots
Pose: Ana Poses - Moon
Question mark butterfly, named for the tiny white mark on the underside of the wing, shaped vaguely like the punctuation symbol. If you look closely you can see the mark on this one as it feeds on juices from the orange slice I put out for birds. I love the shape of the wings on this species. Should one land on a tree branch they can blend in perfectly with leaves and bark.
Montell, Uvalde County, Texas in July 2021
old watch illuminated with a flashlight.
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Abandoned (Kemp) road, Ottawa, Ontario
350. Clancy, 5yrs 42wks
Clancy's YEARBOOK 6: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157690680496806
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Here's WIP of a tank I'm working on.
If I were to make instructions for some of my builds, would you guys be interested?
"I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there."
- John Vance Cheney
I've decided to make series of compositions with masks dedicated to four seasons - Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. You can see two of them -- "Lady Winter" ( that was done in December 2012), and "Lady Spring" (that was done in May, 2013) posted below. And, "Lady Autumn" is on her way...!
Thanks a lot for visits and comments, my friends...!
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Hello hello!
We thought we'd send out one last call for our 7th blogger challenge which closes on September 5! You still have a couple of days to participate <3
If you have any last min questions, feel free to poke Ethan or me!
Important steps to remember:
1- You must be an active blogger who credits your posts (Flickr/Blog or both)
2 - post your entry to Flickr (photo/video). One entry only please.
3 - make sure to tag #foxcitychallenge7
4 - make absolutely sure to add your pic to the challenge group pool: www.flickr.com/groups/14803337@N23/
That is all!
All further Q&As are available on the original post here:
Have fun ♥♥♥♥!!
...to answer a question, the interiors were recently done and so were very clean and decent., however the exterior and the guests were not....and as I drove around to the back where my unit was at, it was disgusting. It was like the last 100 cars had emptied out their ashtrays on the pavement...like thousands of cigarette butts...then there was the picnic table chained down which had a shopping cart next to it and the remnants of someone homeless living there along with bottles in paper bags. To top off that scene, there was the overweight seedy guy on the 2nd floor balcony intently watching my every move, his apparent ho who appeared eventually out of an adjacent room and the guy who just hung around sitting in his car, all watching me...and so I looked at the unit, measured the doorway, rode in between the parking bumpers and over the curb into the room and closed the door behind me.
I have recently been told by an old high school friend of mine that he used to do the same thing...so maybe I'm not the first to do it, but it worked.
wow guys, that's the longest I've gone without uploading for a WHILE! I promise to not do that again :O haha, I have been bus editing the photos from my client shoot - which you'll get to see next week :)
but I really missed taking photos, especially selfies, so I went out and shot some and have been sitting here editing while drinking hot chocolate and listening to good old Coldplay. I really think this is one of my favorites ever.
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The Question Block from Super Mario Bros. for Nintendo. It's the same all around except the bottom and also completely hollow. Made for the GamerLUG display for Brickworld Chicago 2017.
charcoal, oil, oil stick, soft pastels, oil pastels & pencil on 4 boards // each board 20X25 cm. // original text here: bit.ly/39s3Mdw
under the skies that transcend billions of universes,
the outsized elephant-room of questions & secrets;
deepak ` the lightwriter's canvas broach in open.
we read our dread, Who if I cried out would hear me?
mind the stillness-mat viz; feelings get encroached; at
first, you praise their dress, then you get ash-dressed.
'ours' keeps breaking - ourselves, within our perimeter.
bully / pulpit alters us; diminishes sickle consciousness.
betwixt the micro spaces of conversation / correctness,
a certain static silence had enshrined in - just all over.
harbinger of tenuous assumptions kept on ossifying
into the experiments with musts, doubts, turncoats.
approvers bare intimacy that bears inching eyes;
and when one is completely inside one's perfidy,
a cover-up mindset suborns a hushed horizon —
pretends - the decisions had been difficult. 'yes'
— deserts us in a forgetting curve that reminds us,
of sti-ff-ness between us, culturing the same sky.
take over air consternates us-sets dreams on fire.
formless hubris viz debris, give themselves to gust
to be e'er scattered betwixt this/that; bedraggled.
zeroing in, insecurity at the heart of human constructs
the displaced shoes let you see, the surface of yore.
a long haul to dig and find, the great heart of our past.
no spin here, to foresee, real ground under our feet.
unchopping a tree, perched on wasteland, silences..
a thousand mile stare, ensouls thousand silhouettes:
anagram—breathy.ed each other to the bridging truth;
and learnedness, endlessly multiplied with curtain call.
where e g /oquence isolates honest assessment, not
being one of their chiliad/st.ic quarters isn't isolation.
not a diminishment, if being exercised more fully -
- truth's episodic memory is tender and unwavering;
ongoing procedure of days - = - simply transformative,
to rain align, all the absorbed moments of illumination.
bathed in light, friendships bear holistic temperament
alert, alert, alter! “after the game is before the game”.
tales shine in via our window of thousand caresses,
where you are sewing a blouse that feeds the spine.
tender paws & sky-ball inside, dashing out of a conch;
over tears-coasts, the white expanse, so kind & clear.
coconut chirping an intrinsic and glorious awakening.
rose dew here, and trouble talk lies beyond the map.
the truth is made real through servitude in affection.
psithurism of intimate revelations recalls clutched keys;
the key did turn. everywhere you turn is full of wonder.
awed to see - the shift inside, shifts deep garden state!
how did a blackbird of the milky way land up here,
that joy glistens in the kaleidoscopic, tent•i•er eyes.
how else to truly trace this landscape of provenance,
a cat following a radiant butterfly to the ringing bells.
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India ▪ that is Bhāratam
a quiet 'photo meditation' and a poem
to read in the quiet of your days.
and share as we gather around what we love.
© Think Through The — Magic Box Photographie [◎]
* The italicized line is by Rainer Maria Rilke.
Why do I love becoming a woman? A question I often ask myself as well as hearing from others who know of my liking to take ion a female persona. Do I regret being a man that desires to dress as a woman? Where is it all going to end up?
Questions, questions…
I accept we all have our own motivations and aspirations for expressing our desire to dress as women and which can also be a desire to inhabit a female persona. I have my personal feelings, emotional needs and ambitions for my female alter-ego which are not necessarily a reflection of how others feel about their own situation. For me, I have a need to actually pass as a woman and be perceived as being female when I cross-dress. I will admit to frustration over the years through a combination of my lack of skills in the art of male to female transformation, limits imposed by my physicality (being male) and I’m sure well meant advice telling me to forget passing and just enjoy it. To forget passing undermines everything that motivates my female side. When I become Helene I want to be a woman not simply a man dressed up. I dream of having a feminine appearance and emotionally being female rather than male. If this all sounds like serious transexual characteristics and an urgent need to start transition then let me say with utter certainty that is not what I want.
I don’t buy into the simplistic view that if you have a powerful desire to be a woman then the only answer is to transition. Nothing is that straightforward that you can boil it down to a one or the other answer. There exists a huge area of crossover. I genuinely like my male life and like being me. The idea of killing off my male self and only existing as a woman is not something I want. If I were to indulge in being simplistic, I could say I want it all, to be both a man and a woman. However, I know, especially now I am sixty years of age, how my feelings operate in terms of my transgender feelings. I can see now I have real intense moments of wanting to be female and this are all consuming when they occur. I do understand though, that these intense desires being too diminish and I am happy to return to being a man again. I would say that is reasonably creative cut as to why transitioning would not be a happy course of action for me.
I doubt I am alone in having these intense moments of wanting to be female forever but knowing they will at some point ease off. I will admit that it is these feelings that drive me to want to actually look convincingly female and to behave as a female both physically and emotionally when I transform myself from a man into a woman. It’s a fundamental part of my being and needs to be set free now and again.
In recent months my focus and aspirations for my female self has shifted towards passing myself off in a believable way as being a real woman. I find myself observing real women more and more and noting their choices in clothing, footwear and make-up. I also observe what men find attractive in women they encounter My goal is to be accomplished enough to be perceived as being a female and I too want to behave and respond as a female with any social interactions be that shopping, a polite hell, having a coffee in a cafe, visiting a gallery, having a meal and even creating some intrigue and desire with men. In short my aim for the few hours I take on my female persona I want o be able to cease being a man in every way and exist as a female.
Having outlined my feelings and aspirations does that answer any of the questions I began this narrative with? I think it partly addresses them. I do have many regrets about being a man that dresses as a woman. I kind of regret I never accepted this part of myself throughout my life. It caused me a lot of angst and made me a shy not very sociable person. I think I was far more transexual as a teenager and young man than I am now. Once I settled into a career I liked and a relationship that means more to me than my own inner desires and then had a family, everything took on a different level of contentment and also responsibility. My wife and family far outweigh my lifelong desire to become female, I would hate to cause any disruption to that. I do regret my cowardice as a young person not to act on my inner feelings in regard to desiring to be female. I chose the easy option of denial and suppression. Inevitably, I failed in that attempt at self control and had to come out as being transgender at the age of forty one. I do have regrets that certain people I came out to have used it against me, I misjudged their trust. I have regrets I don’t have breasts, a female body and look female, I dream of being feminine. Im not feminine though so this does distress me somewhat and I regret the lack of femininity.
Despite the regrets, they are not enough to crush me as I do enjoy my life, it’s an aspect I can handle, I know it is down to my own inaction that these regrets exist. I try to not let them intrude as I do enjoy my rare moments as a woman and find each opportunity incredibly rewarding and fulfilling.
Recently I was asked by a female friend where all of this was going to end up? It really made me think and I wanted to answer as honestly as I could. At the moment I think in the next few years I will start to spend time out and about as a woman not a man. This is a reflection of where I am going emotionally and also I do have personal ambitions in regard to the challenge of existing as a (part-time) woman. I want to do it well and never be considered as a man when I head out as a woman. I therefore see an increase in this kind of activity and a change in my wardrobe, hair and make-up to reflect this. I did consider what would occur if I were single. I don’t want to be single but it was a hypothetical scenario I felt I should muse over. I believe I would likely spend a lot more time as my female self if I were single but I’m pretty certain I would not transition. I still like my male self so I see such a scenario as being a less inhibited opportunity to fully express myself more freely.
It has taken me pretty much fifty years to accept myself and I don’t feel I’m still quite there yet, there is a lot more self acceptance I need to embrace. I think it’s my fear of damaging my relationship with my wife and family, who all know I have a female alter-ego, that prevents me from pushing things further. Al I can say is I do feel a lot more at ease with my inner female self than I did in past decades.
La question de ce fin de weekend!
Petit test!
Pouvez-vous juste vous
concentrer sur mes yeux ?
The question of this end of the weekend!
Little test!
Can you just
focus on my eyes?
Who could resist such a beautiful smile.... certainly not me! She is one of hundreds of college kids that 'work' Alaska during the summer, saving money, having adventures and honing their public / people skills.
I didn't get a chance to get her name... we were interrupted by others with questions about the tours. With a smile like that.... she will do well in this world!
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A couple of days ago I was a question or should I say I was requested to post photos of what would be wearing over the past few days, The kind of outfits to do housework, shopping and how I would dress if I was full time.
I was going to go all practical but then decided that those photos would be contrived because that's not how I would dress for the most part. I don't do normal casual clothes all the time. Yes they have a time and a place normally down to job to undertake, environment, and lack of anything else to wear.
So this was yesterdays outfit. I did the washing and hung it out, then went into town to get my shoes re-heeled, Returned home got washing in and put it away then cooked dinner all in this outfit, So pleased I wore the sweater as it was blooming chilly.
PCA time!
Mission: To emulate the style of an iconic photographer.
The photographer for this assignment is Harry Callahan. American, 1912-99
Details:Your photo must be taken between 1st June 2009 and 28th June 2009.
dWIT (detailed What It Took):In the description of your photo, do not forget to tell us a little bit about what went into making it. That could be anything from your thought process to the technical details of exposure or how you may have set up lighting.
Please be sure to include (in addition to your usual WIT):
1. which photo(s) inspired you;
2. what you liked and/or didn't like about Harry Callahan's style;
3. your thoughts and/or thought process behind your assignment submission;
4. how your photo reflects elements of Harry Callahan's style;
5. what you gained as a photographer from studying Harry Callahan's work.
(questions answered in the first comment below)
Good morning everyone and I hope you had a nice weekend. As the the title indicates, presented today are my first pics of a Question Mark (Polygonia interrogationis). I know, kind of late in the season, but unlike the Eastern Comma, Autumn is usually my best chance to photograph one of these.
Seen here is what is known as the winter form as evident by the orange hind wings, which in the summer form are dark. Almost black.
Just three pics, of which the other two can be found in the comment section and my stream. Both are lateral shots of which one was taken using the flash. Something I rarely ever do for fear of hurting the butterfly, but did in this case only because of the long distance between me and the butterfly, and it was perched in heavy shade at the time. Otherwise I don't recommend using a flash when photographing butterflies, or any insect. Especially if you're very close.
Thank you for stopping by...and I hope you have a truly great day and week. And Happy Columbus Day to those of you living in the United States.
Lacey
ISO400, aperture f/8, exposure .002 seconds (1/500) focal length 300mm
SO ..
I've been tagged by Studio Fetz .♥
RULES
-answer the 6 questions.
-upload a photo answering these questions.
-tag some friends from your list.
thats it:P
1.First thing I do when I open my eyes ............
* Check my phone time
2.Before going out i check if my ........ , ............ , ................ etc is with me !
* wallet, key, sunglasses, & phone
3.I am a (long \ short) hair person .....
* Kind of long +_+
4.I graduate year ......
* 2011 =D
5.When i see a baby, i straight away look to his ........... ?
* nose *_*
6.3 boys name & 3 girls names that i love most .... ?
A7md <3, Rashid, M7md.
Reem, Mariam, Malak
waiting for ur answers *_*
The June issue of my journal, The Question Mark, explores this question at questioning.org/Jun2023/home.html
The photo above, probably taken by my father, showed the home where I spent my early days, enjoying swimming, fishing and water skiing on the waters of Greenwich Cove.
I no longer think of this as home, as I have wandered hither and yon with my three cats, and have come to understand how we might create home wherever we live.
And sometimes, when romance is especially warm, we might feel most at home in our lover's arms, as expressed in the poem below.
Next to you
Lying next to you
I melt
Softened by your heat
I am butter soaking into toast
I am man loving woman
I am sun sinking into ocean
A sky ablaze with rose-tinted light
Waking next to you
I linger
Savoring your touch
Your scent
Your gentle breathing
In and out
At home in my arms
Sleeping the deep sleep
Living next to you
My palette is more vivid
My palate more complex
Life is shining and exuberant
Time slowed
Rhythm quickened
Pulse intense
Writing next to you
My words flow like a swollen river
Poem after poem after poem
As love and passion press me like a lemon
And juice pours out
Lyrically
While I surrender
Thankfully
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
Excerpt from amgunited.wixsite.com/amgunited/history-of-st-paul-s:
Methodist Beginnings
Early church life in Magog was associated with that in Georgeville where, in 1804, the families of William Bullock, Jeremiahc Lord and Richard Packard "joined hands to organize the first Methodist class meeting". Methodist groups were founded in a number of the surrounding towns but regular services were held only in Georgeville and Magog. The Rev. Edwin Peakes, the Methodist minister in Georgeville, had the Magog parish added to his pastoral charge in 1869. In 1870, services were held in Georgeville and Magog at 11 A.M. and 6:30 P.M., alternating the morning service between the two towns. Accordingly, the relationship between the two parishes has always been close, although the work at Georgeville was well established before the Magog Methodists were organized.
In 1884, the Magog Methodists purchased a parsonage which still stands at 41, St. Patrick Street West.
The First Building
All Christian groups in Magog with the exception of Roman Catholics had been meeting in a Union Church which was built in 1830. Built on Merry Street South, this building appears to have served Anglicans, Methodists and Baptists. In 1886, the Methodists decided to build a new church on Merry Street North. A. I. Wallace of Waterloo was the general contractor and within four months built the new church. Given the size of the church (26 pews, each 12-1/2 feet long), it would appear that the Methodists were relatively numerous in Magog, although probably not well endowed. The "New Church", dedicated on March 19, 1887, appears to have been constantly in debt throughout the remainder of the century. A new reed organ, with pedal board and hand pump was installed in 1894, also purchased on credit.
Early 20th Century
The New Church was wired for electricity in 1901 by parish volunteers. In 1905 the parsonage was sold to the Rev. D. Brill for $1,000 as a retirement home. The John Moore house was purchased as a parsonage, running water was installed in 1910 and the telephone in 1913. Given the need for larger Sunday school facilities and place to house a pipe organ, it was decided to add an extension to the New Church. Casavant Frères built the organ in 1918 for the sum of $2,350. Mrs. A. E. Swoger was church organist from 1918 to 1937, after which time she was replaced by Mrs. J. B. Connor, who was church organist in 1962 at the time of the 75th anniversary celebrations. The Ladies' Aid was already active in the early part of the 20th century, minutes of their meetings dating from 1914. It would appear that parish life in the early 20th century was quite active and no further mention is made of church indebtedness. In fact, it would appear that relative prosperity had replaced relative poverty.
The United Church of Canada
There is no mention in any of the parish records of the integration of the Methodist Church into the United Church. It would appear that the parish entered without question into the new body formed by the merger of Congregational, Presbyterian and Methodist congregations and that little impact was had on parish life. Parish activities continued to blossom. In 1928, the following organizations made reports to the annual meeting: Quarterly Official Board, Sunday School, Women's Missionary Society, Young People's Society, Choir, Ladies' Aid, 1925 Club and Men's Own.
St. Paul's Church
In 1929 the Masonic Order offered the trustees of the United Church $7,500 for their building on Merry Street North, which is now the Café Theâtre. The offer was accepted and a new building was erected on Pine Street at the cost of $27,350, together with an $5,000 worth of furnishings, grading of the land, purchase of a furnace, etc. To finance the project, Quebec-Sherbrooke Presbytery authorized a $17,500 mortgage on the church property. The cornerstone was laid on August 30th, 1930 and the building dedicated on November 23rd, 1930.
The Post-War Period
After the trials of the years of the Second World War, a memorial was estasblished for the 44 sons of the parish who served in World War One, six of whom were killed, and the 87 who served in World War Two, of whom 4 were killed. The memorial chimes were installed on November 14th, 1948. In 1949, the United Church form of government was adopted, creating the first Session. A new manse was built at the corner of Abbott and Macdonald Streets in late 1949.
The Memorial Fund
In 1954 a memorial fund was established to provide more adequate Sunday School rooms and hall facilities. In the summer of 1957, the earth was excavated under the Church Hall, creating a new basement. A hot air heating system was installed for both the new rooms and the Church hall, bringing the building projects originally begun by our Methodist ancestors to completion. In 1962, the parish celebrated its 75th anniversary, publishing the anniversary booklet from which the information presented on this website is drawn.
MARVEL_DOLLS and I are happy to announce the A-Z Doll Photography Challenge will return in just a few days. We hope you're as excited as we are!
Photo themes will be posted to Audra's (MARVEL_DOLLS) account and the photo group page, so be sure to watch for a post with descriptions of A, B and C in February.
Your opinions are important to the success of the group, so please take a moment to answer Yes or No to two questions:
1) This group had featured a voting process, much like the Blonde Bombshell group. Would you like to continue monthly nominations and voting to recognize your favorite photos for the themes? (Yes or no)
2) Would you like to be tagged to each photo announcing monthly themes and possible voting announcements?
(A "no" vote means you will not see notices about the group on your "Recent Activity" feed on flickr or receive an email notification depending on your settings.)
What won't change: Anyone can vote, and anyone is invited to participate with any fashion doll. The themes are broad frameworks to stimulate creativity, and most importantly, participation is fluid, so come and go as your schedule and creativity allows.
If you haven't yet joined our photo group page, you can do so here: www.flickr.com/groups/2962397@N20/
We look forward to your feedback and hope you're ready for a new year of fun!
Divers 2020 - European Custom Board Show
The Halles Saint-Gery and Chalk BoardCustom collective are proud to present the third edition of the 'European Custom Board Show.'
The events gathers artists from all over Europe around several themes related to skateboarding: customizing boards, skate, photography, history and its urban impact.
During two months the event will offer exhibits, workshops, conferences, initiation lessons for all ages.
The 2020 edition will also question the urban culture around skateboarding, its role, its impact and its importance in the urban development of the city of Brussels.
( Diverses photos prisent en 2020 sans sujet reel.
Various pictures taken in 2020 without real subject. )
In my quest for a more realistic look I can find myself being a little self defeating.
In this instance and with the whole growing my own hair experiment I have noticed that I have aged a lot. OK not that bad I know and we all age. But with a full wig and full makeup I can look 40 something as opposed to looking 50 something .
I know that's vanity playing its part. the question is at what point do I revert back to wig and makeup? if I don't then how do I move forward especially in the hair department.
would hormones help and if so is that going to change who I am. If I go down that route am I heading for a permanent change. how do I go about it??????
Questions questions.