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Thanks to a fun collaboration with a sweet dolly friend, Prickly Bird finally has a name: Quinnley.
The name combines all we see in this particular Poppy: a bit snobby, dramatic, regal and maybe even a tiny bit vulnerable. The name came after I hoped a photo might help me find another dimension to this Poppy than potential schemer (which would ensure she'd get to stay here a bit longer, too).
Quinnley even has a bit of an adventure in store this year: She'll be refusing to join my "lower-class" Play Poppys but won't be content languishing on a shelf either. We'll keep you updated as her plans unfold... :)
Doll: Pretty (Prickly) Bird Poppy Parker
Gown: High Frequency Kumi
Sash and gloves: Vintage Mattel
Crown: purchased on ebay several years ago
Earrings: New York Poppy Parker
I simply "Refuse" to pay "Ridiculous" money to see this attraction here in NZ. check it out in the link below ! ! HUGE RIPOFF .
www.waimangu.co.nz/waimangu-volcanic-valley/prices-bookin...
goddamn automation. but i still love it
driver gave me a wierd look
Owned by: aaa trash
Chassis: International 4900
Body Maufacture: leach
Type of truck: rear loader
additional notes: this truck is dead
location of photo: Alexandria va
Is it just me, or SL is closing the doors for new people to come into our lives?
Yesterday I had a very annoying experience, in which I was looking for clans to play Bloodlines, I just read on the webpage about them, and I saw several videos on youtube of how the RP works.
I found it very interesting.
So ... being Brazilian, I searched for a Brazilian clan on the Bloodlines website irself, because I speak Portuguese I find better at the time of RPG.
This clan that I chose to visit in which I will not say the name at the moment literally threw me out of their land accusing me of being an alt ...
Ofc they did not ejected me, I decided to go since it was a ridiculous and unnecessary discussion.
Short Story :
I was exploring the Land of this Clan and I found a bar and started to try the Cocktails.
Them a Girl started to send me the scratch of Lycans , in which I knew what it was because I read it on the Bloodlines website. And I refused to accept because I didnt even wanted to be Wolf- Lycan.
So they accused me of being alt, and if I wanted to prove otherwise I had to accept her scratch... STUPID!
By the end I bought the human hud and I will wait for when I meet someone who is part of a clan, instead of looking for it .
Some people thinks so small these days .
Let me give you an advice ,
Second Life is an HUGE world , where you can meet a million of peoples from all over the world .
SL is not just about you .
Or just about me .
You will never know who is on the other side of the screen, literally.
The current (2011) Northern Parishes Refuse Collection Board vehicle, about to be replaced. Replacement due soon don't know what it will be.
Upper Texas Coast.
We saw this Northern Raccoon (Procyon lotor) vanish into the dense grasses of a coastal marsh as our vehicle approached. The raccoon is perhaps one of North America's most instantly recognizable organisms. They are ubiquitous, range across most of the continent, and can be found in close proximity to humans, even in heavily urbanized areas. Despite all of this, they can be quite difficult to observe due in large part to their nocturnal habits and generally secretive nature. So I was disappointed that I got so close to one in good light without a decent photo op.
As is so often the case with wildlife photography, patience paid off, and the raccoon soon emerged from marsh and cautiously and curiously eyed us. We figured it was feeding on trash callously left at a nearby boat ramp. Their mask-like pelage and propensity to take advantage of human refuse has earned them nicknames like "Trash Panda" and "Ring-tailed Bandits". In reality they are highly intelligent, curious, and often misunderstood. They were also my aunt's favorite animal, and seeing them always reminds me of her.
66128 passes South Marston on 02/Jan/25 working 6C03 09.55 Northolt to Severnside SITA loaded refuse containers.
Some danced, some lept and twirled, and others didn't even tap their feet. Flock ballet interactive installation, Trafalgar Square, London
Latterly the spare/back up vehicle for the Northern Parishes Refuse Collection Board. Don't think this has long in this world.
Another collection of People, Posters, Bikes and other things that I've seen in the streets plus a few shadows (these are harder to come by). Have a good weekend.
Owned by: Orlando Waste Paper Company
Chassis: Hino
Body manufacturer: Unknown
Type of truck: Document Destruction (Mobile Paper Shredder)
Additional notes: This truck collects paper recycling products
Location of photo: Orange County, FL
Note:
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Copyright 2010 - Alan B.
One of the last remaining P40s leads Amtrak 125 south toward Newport News. Since being bumped from Auto Train duties, these engines have dwindled to near-extinction with some cameo appearances on Virginia regional trains.
We have big changes in our lives coming up but thought I would drop in as today marks my last day as a waste manager at Adur and Worthing Councils after 20 years local government service. It's been an emotional week but new adventures await. I shall be back in the next few weeks to tell you all about them and hopefully I will be in a position to resume posting regularly once again
Photo by Liz Finlayson/Vervate
One of three photos taken yesterday as I walked from my condo to Humber Bay Park West. The day was sunny and the walk helped me to cope with life and loss.
Thanks for visiting, enjoy each day.
Joshua refuses to take a picture with Santa (or anyone
else dressed up in a costume). But he will occasionally
pose for a photo even when his brother and sister will
not. I got this shot during a family hike up Provo Canyon.
I thought the lighting was incredible against a background
of red leaves. Joshua was the only person lucky enough
to take advantage of the scene.
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Bandon Orgeon - Ewanua
Legend from the Nah-So-Mah Tribe has it that Ewanua was visiting tribes on the coast with her father, Chief Siskiyou, and in celebration of their visit, a great potlatch took place.
The local tribes were in great fear of Seatka, the evil spirit of the ocean, but Ewanua and those in her tribe, who lived in the mountains, were not afraid.
After the feast, while others lay sleeping, Ewanua carried her dog, Komax, and her cat and kittens in a basket and wandered down to the ocean.
She danced and played with delight, and soon placed her pets in their basket on the beach and swam into the ocean, far from shore. Unaware of any danger, she was suddenly grabbed by a fearsome creature that came out of the water.
Komax, knowing his mistress was in danger, swam out to her with the basket in his mouth and bit Seatka. Howling with rage, the monster kicked off the dog and threw the cat and kittens far out to sea. He tried to get the princess to look at him, but she refused, knowing his power was in his eyes.
Now, the beautiful Ewanua lies in the ocean, looking skyward, refusing to look at Seatka, who sits nearby. Her beloved Komax and her cat and kittens lie to the west, waiting in vain for their mistress to arise.
www.bandonvisitorsguide.com/2009/view/7/face_rock_legend.php
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, don't hang on
Nothin' last forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind)
Everything is dust in the wind (the wind)
- Kansas
Taken during a Meetup with the Cincinnati Camera & Photography Club held at E-Town Landfill & Recycling's yard in the North Bend suburb of Cincinnati, Ohio.
From the web:
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“And Mary brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7).
PHOTO NOTE
The photograph here is one of the most widely published in 2025. It was taken in the completely destroyed Gaza by Abdel Kareem Hana of Associated Press. Hana is not only a superb documentary photographer, but a truly brave human being putting his life on the line to bring the truth to the world of the consequences of this one-sided war on Gaza. He was also given the International Photography Award in 2025 for his series “Children of Gaza: Surrounded by War”.
I have taken a great liberty in adding the small nativity scene here. But I do so to honour Abdel Kareem Hana and the children of Gaza, who have had to witness scenes of utter devastation they neither deserved, nor should have experienced, because of these war crimes.
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“Then Herod (the Jewish king), when he saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, became furious, and he sent and killed all the male children in Bethlehem and in all that region who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had ascertained from the wise men. Then was fulfilled what was spoken by the prophet Jeremiah:
“A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation,
Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.”
(Matthew 2:16-18).
In the legend of the nativity of the baby Jesus, three wise men came from the East (perhaps Persia, and maybe even as far as India). They were astrologers who had read the signs in the heavens that a new king was to be born in Judea. As men of diplomatic note, the wise men found the Jewish king Herod and informed him of their desire to find this special baby to honour him. Herod told the men that when they found the babe they should inform him of the whereabouts so that he too could pay homage. But the canny wise men knew what the jealous Herod was up to and did not return with the news. As a result a slaughter of innocents took place throughout the region, and only because the angel of the Lord had warned Joseph did the holy family escape to Egypt so that the baby Jesus’ life was spared.
Most children in Gaza are born into Muslim families, and they are also taught to respect the baby Jesus. What many Christians don’t understand is that there are many references to the prophet Jesus in the Quran and they are all respectful and honour him (and believe in a virginal conception). Here is the account of the nativity:
“When the angels said, ‘O Mary, truly God gives thee glad tidings of a Word from Him, whose name is the Messiah, Jesus son of Mary, high honored in this world and the Hereafter, and one of those brought nigh. He will speak to people in the cradle and in maturity, and will be among the righteous.’ She said, ‘My Lord, how shall I have a child while no human being has touched me?’ He said, ‘Thus does God create whatsoever He will.’ When He decrees a thing, He only says to it, ‘Be!’ and it is. And He will teach Him (Jesus) the Book, Wisdom, the Torah, and the Gospel. And He will be a messenger to the Children of Israel.” (Surah Al Imran 3: 45-49).
I am not going to make a speech here about the current sad state of our world at the Christmas of 2025. Anyone who thinks seriously and ethically about what it means to be fully human should understand these issues. And every Christian should ask themselves in the light of their Gospels, what would Jesus have me to think and do? But equally, let me warn anyone who dares to use that now inflammatory phrase showing up in reactionary rallies, “Christ is King”, that you are judged not according to what you think about Jesus, but how your life reflects his Truth. As the adult Jesus said so potently, “Not everyone who says they follow me does, for by their fruit you will know them.” Only those who do what Jesus instructed us to do (Matthew chapters 5-7) can be called his disciples. So if there is hatred in your heart, deception and violent thoughts, a turning of a blind eye to cruelty, a lack of care for the poor and the outcast, a rejection of the immigrant and outsider, a belief in the superiority of your race or religion, then please understand this: You are not of Jesus Christ!
For Jesus blessed the little children 2000 years ago, and in the same way today would bless every innocent child, and especially those that are being slaughtered in the name of some false religious and political ideals.
That tiny baby born in Bethlehem over 2000 years ago, whose life was threatened directly by the then Jewish king, understands fully that every child - and especially those in war-torn regions - deserves the love and compassion of us all. If we can’t summon that in our hearts, then we are not ethical human beings created in the image of God. And may God have mercy on your soul.
Blessing and Peace to all the Earth, so that Joy may reign in our communities.
another one from my early morning puddle reflection sortie.
as I waited for an uninterrupted view on the street I heard the rumble of a truck moments before it came into view, I rallied to the challenge of tweeting the camera settings in just five or six seconds to capture the moving vehicle in the dawn light.
Rather than being an annoyance to the street it adds a Wonderfull feeling of reality to the early morning setting. The driver was most curtious and careful to avoid the puddle in which my camera was located, Thankyou.
The irony was that I crouched next to the bins which this truck was on its way to empty. I was subsequently able to relocate the bins and progress with my session with more of the puddle in view.
"Qué difícil habitar la piel de los otros; y qué necesario. Imaginar el sufrimiento cotidiano de los 60 millones de personas sin raíces y forzados a dejar sus hogares que buscan un lugar en el mundo".
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EXPLORE. December 06, 2008.
No matter what people do
they can't just block
my sun from shining through
I will never allow it...
they may can
block the whole universe
from my sight
but the light
shall always
shine
in the inner depths
of my mind...
(Behind-the-scene: I was at the parking lot at work and was fixing to retire for the day when I saw a co-worker friend. Chatted and shot the bull a bit, and then I saw how the skies were gently blue, and how the sun wasn't hurtful to the eyes. I told him to hold up and I went and took Lucio from the truck. I asked him to just raise his hand up. Spread his fingers. Composed just enough so the sun would "peeking" through. Two shots. This one was the better take. Good job, John Turner!!!).