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Around mid November I took a small outing to the CN Three Hills sub to catch train A442. Tho the power wasn’t all that interesting but, CN 2309 has a really nice P5 horn which I don’t regret hearing.
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She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
Quando lascio andare quello che sono, divento quello che potrei essere.
Quando lascio andare quello che ho, ricevo quello di cui ho bisogno.
Tao Te Ching
Parco del Piave, Bigolino, Treviso
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She had heard his footsteps far off. The tree scraped at her bare skin as she silently waited. Every instinct had led her to this position. The climb had been rough, every bone, every muscle was frozen stiff. Now everything lay silent but the soft footfalls of the approaching man. He was one of them, an Albornian soldier. They had killed the only family she had ever known. Destroyed the only place she called home. He deserved to die. He would live no longer.
No sound left the man's mouth as he sunk to the floor.
Cora’s blade had lodged into his throat as she fell from the trees. The seconds that followed were the worst moments of Cora’s life. The pure horror of what she had just done now became clear. Cora had seen death before, but this time it was different. This time it was the result of her own hands.
Cora was barely conscious as she dug the pit, scraping into the snow with every last ounce of life she had. This is what he truly deserved, what every man deserved. A proper burial.
Thanks for reading! This is my third Moc for Fractured Kingdoms. This build was really fun and challenging to make. I'm really proud of the techniques I came up with and I hope you like it.
Special thanks to @LegoModularFan for all his help. :b
Forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably. And never regret anything that makes you smile.
Partial Midjourney render. Post work done with Photoshop.
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After big indecision about going or not going in this trip, because the prices are high....we finally decided and turn out its more that worth it!!!well it needs some courage to spend that amount in just 45 min of a 15 days trip!
My only request was to go in the first flight of the day, preferably on helicopter because of the controlled turbulence and of course, more focused photos, but the only available one was the cesna.
Imagine just a small window (20x20 cm), with a tremendous suction power....it was a big mission to achieve focus among sudden ups and downs, suctions, and frame every shot!
Well, after more or less 100 shots, i have 10 with acceptable focus.
In sum, if you plan a trip to the dunes..choose the helicopter instead, and the longest root!!
I regretted that I had made the shortest one.
PS:That big white "pool" is the Dead Vlei, an old lake with dead trees with more than 900 hundred years old,
Surrounded on the right side, is the famous dune "Big Daddy"!
Sometimes I regret that my BJDs are now 100% fantasy which means I don't have a use for normal cute clothes and idiotoc poses. Usually this regret comes when I swear a blue streak while posing the Blythes in poses that are easily achieved with BJDs... but not so much with the bobble heads. Usually followed by more expletives when I edit and see the dollstands are visible as fuck and argh.
But then it usually works out and I'm content to go back to my BJDs in the shrubbery.
Rant aside, have Jemma and Ravenna getting ready to hit the beach with some cute guys the resident guys are all five so no ladies, they are not going with you unsupervised before anyone drowns.
I invited my husband for a nice springwalk. It was our first sunny day in weeks. He denid and locked himselve into his garage and his cars. Oooh, did he regret. When I came home after my walk, I showed him my photo's and told him about the most amazing meeting I had with some special couple, only 10 meters ahead of me. He wept a tear and now clouds are in front of the sun. He returned to his garage, a bit grumpy between his cars. I still feel sunny because of all the great things I've seen and specially because of the couple I met. Thank you for our little talk today you two...
Ce qu'on regrette, c'est la partie de nous-même qui s'en va avec elles.
[ Lucía Etxebarria de Asteinza ]
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The ridge dropped off in pretty spectacular fashion. The snow gave way to a steep rocky descent that disappeared off into the waiting cloud below. With the wind rising and the cloud becoming thicker the further we descended, it was obvious that the sooner we got down this section the better. Stuck on a steep descent in low visibility is not a great place to be.
Looking around the ledge for a place to climb down we came across the first of the abseils. A number of old and possibly new-ish slings wrapped around a rock. Trusting old slings has been the death of people in the past and my general take on it is to loop the rope through all of them and place a backup from our own gear.
Conor was last on one of the abseils and I insisted that my backup sling should be removed and that he should bring it down. As he abseiled down I began to think it was the wrong decision. If he fell at this point then it would be due to my desire to save a sling worth about $10. I felt bad and as soon as he was down expressed my regret. From now on if I wanted to keep a sling I would descend last.
The abseils went quite well to this point. Then we arrived at a steep overhanging drop on the south side of the ridge. The slings in this spot were disgustingly dangerous. They were old and tattered and wrapped around a rock that could be lifted by hand. Conor removed a number of slings that came undone with a slight tug. I found a hex jammed into a crack further up the wall that seemed pretty solid but it was only one piece of protection hooked up via a prussic cord of about 7mm diameter. Not ideal but with limited options this was our lot. It was time to go...
Illustrates my words:
You came to me this evening
In the shadow of a kiss
I thought that I had lost you
To the early morning mist
You took a humble helping
While I took all I could get
You took my heart and hid it
In the valley of regret
I trembled in your branches
Like a newly opened leaf
I was a shipwrecked sailor
That was waiting for relief
Who sacrificed his body
To the ocean in your debt
And took his final breath inside
The valley of regret
Eclipsed by lust, we reveled in
The irony of youth
I took to magic mirrors
That did not reflect the truth
You took to making altars
To a secret statuette
Who ever would have thought
we’d find the valley of regret?
You damaged me with rainbows.
I ravaged you with rain.
I thought the only way to love
Was through a path of pain
We sang our sappy love songs
As our summer sun was set
Then burnt our angry torches
In the valley of regret
I’m fighting on the battle lines
I’m giving it my best
I probably will die here
But at least I took the test
I’m raging for the glory
And I’m running for the sweat
I’m taking all my chances
In the valley of regret.
**Hope you guys aren't getting too tired of these poem illustrations. As you've probably guessed, I'm trying to assemble a collection, and poems are a really good source of inspiration for me. More outdoor shoots on their way! Before and after available on my blog**
(From the book: "Age doesn't matter, unless you're a cheese".)
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loved this quilt so much i made a second one. always regretted selling the first one. made it bigger this time too! blogged at www.tallgrassprairiestudio.blogspot.com