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"in its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge." -sidonie gabrielle colette
These poor piggies. They were so hot and covered in flies and either in labor or had piglets sucking on them. I guess it's better than being eaten.
I love animals. I know it's wrong to say they taste delicious. But they do. And man has been eating meat since he was man. It is natural. And I have no problem with those who don't want to eat meat. And I do have a problem with the gluttonous society we have become, the society that slaughters far too many animals—and inhumanely.
We need something to make us more respectful of our meals.
GOODIES INSIDE!!!
him with her, him with me, me with them, them with me.
I'm not crazy.
i just want to be alone, with you, all the time.
Today's the first day in a while that hasn't been:
A) Raining
B) Freezing
C) Me stuck inside with strep throat
So I took Sid and Tii out for some photos :D
Oh, every foe that ever I faced,
The cause was there before we came.
And every cause that ever I fought,
I fought it full without regret or shame.
But the dark does die as the curtain is drawn
And somebody's eyes must meet the dawn.
And if I see the day, I'd only have to stay,
So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone.
Oh, every thought that's strung a knot in my mind,
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
But it's not to stand naked under unknowin' eyes,
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
But the time ain't tall, yet on time you depend
And no word is possessed by no special friend.
And though the line is cut,
It ain't quite the end,
I'll just bid farewell till we meet again.
They are all different and they fly in different directions but the sensation is the same. The sensation of the freedom
this was a role of XP2 that i got the kinky idea of developing it in D76. i'm not sure of the outcome.
This is my first Myiagra inquieta (19-22 cm) and I was stunned by the noises that they can make. I can see exactly why it is sometimes called a "Scissor-grinder" and another call sounds very like a frog and all at a high volume. Quite astonishing.
Cheetah pacing it's enclosure at a Zoo in Florida. . . This poor guy only has one eye which, Thankfully you can't tell from this angle. . . . Still, they are truly Beautiful Creatures.
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Photographer: Iko Maramo
Stylist: Jaclyn Bonavota
Model: Alexx (Elite Toronto)
Make-up and Hair: Windy Chiu (www.windychiu.com)
Day 131/365
I meant to come home and be productive. Except I collapsed at the computer and somehow started looking up backpacking bags which lead to everything associated with my upcomming trip. (Upcomming in the long-term sense....) I'm obsessed. It's no good. I need to put a limit on myself.
Point being: I wasted so much time, I didn't have any clue what to take for a picture, till I walked into my room. Our newly purchased bags were making love in the closet. It seemed appropriate.
Dear restless heart, be still: don’t fret and worry so;
God has a thousand ways His love and help to show;
Just trust, and trust, and trust, until His will you know.
Dear restless heart, be still, for peace is God’s own smile,
His love can every wrong and sorrow reconcile;
Just love, and love, and love, and calmly wait awhile.
Dear restless heart, be brave; don’t moan and sorrow so,
He hath a meaning kind in chilly winds that blow;
Just hope, and hope, and hope, until you braver grow.
Dear restless heart, repose upon His breast this hour,
His grace is strength and life, His love is bloom and flower;
Just rest, and rest, and rest, within His tender power.
Dear restless heart, be still! Don’t struggle to be free;
God’s life is in your life, from Him you may not flee;
Just pray, and pray, and pray, till you have faith to see.
-Edith Willis Linn
Became aware of the characteristic burring call of a restless flycatcher as I was walking through open sclerophyll forest. So I was looking everywhere for the bird, and when I spotted it, it was only a few feet away. It took off from it's perch, to hover directly in front of me, then descend into a thicket of dead sticks. Luckily the camera locked it's focus on the bird, and not on the bush behind as it usually does.