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Waterford’s Medieval Museum tells the story of life in the city during the era and incorporates several preserved medieval structures within its walls, not least the beautiful Chorister’s Hall. Carefully preserving several medieval structures within its walls, the Museum was opened to the public on Friday 24th August 2012.
dis pic was taken at naneghat trek... he was a villager and told some interesting stories... it was evening around 5 or 6 pm... and we were taking final rest at the cave before descending... suddenly I thought it is good frame... and captured it...
luking for some critic to improve myself
Story del nuevo cortometraje que pasamos para la convovatoria de Proimágenes.
Story pics for the new animated shortfilm.
“So Rowan, what story do you want tonight?” asked Theo, hoping against hope it wasn’t Peter Rabbit, again. “wellll…” Rowan was hiding the book so he couldn’t see, a bad sign… “welll…. since Mina read last night, Peter Rabbit?!” Rowan said pleadingly. He inwardly groaned, and held out his hand, he’d lived long enough to know that this was an argument he wasn’t going to win.
After the story Rowan gave him a long stare, “Theo…” she started “Uncle Theo” he corrected automatically “yea, Uncle Theo… when are you and Mina going to have a baby and send me away” Theo froze… “um, what?” he managed, Rowan sat up straight and began “I heard Mina and Uncle Seth talking about it earlier, she said she wanted to have a baby and send me away to a boarding school so that you guys could be a family” despite the shock Theo still inwardly noted that Seth got an Uncle where he didn’t, “Rowan… Ro…” he managed at last “we’re not planning to have a baby… Mina doesn’t want… I don’t, um” Rowans face was a look of total disbelief, and hurt, he tried again “Rowan, sweetie, whatever happens with Mina and I, you will always, always have a place with us here.” He pulled her in for a big hug then sent her off to bed, she’d given him a lot to think about.
previous story: www.emmr.co.uk/2014/07/30/the-future/
The Yellow Bandana. Yes, Kathy has it on her head to cover her hair. We have discussed this picture on numerous occasions and have always wondered about the Yellow Bandana. We collected bits and pieces of the story and have been able to put together what we consider as the best possible and logical explanation. We were to be going out on a date in the southern Massachusetts area. When Kathy found that I was going to be late getting home, she agreed to come to our house in Wapping and save a fair amount of time from my driving down to get her and then coming back almost to where we started. She had a great idea as she usually did. She was always thinking and some of her thoughts were just about the best ever. Since she had the afternoon off, she was able to come over quite early. My mother had not made it home by the time she arrived and the house was all closed up. It was a very warm day and with the lack of air conditioning in her car, actually it was quite rare to have air conditioning in a car. It was too hot to sit in the car and she got out and headed for the cool shade of one of the apple trees on the side of the property. Since all the neighbors are close, it was not surprising when Mrs. Nova from next door came over to she how she was doing. Now Mrs. Nova was some lady, she was very smart and had grown up on the type of practical experience you can only get from living life to its fullest. She immediately determined that Kathy had a case of what she called farmer’s heat stroke setting in. She had seen a lot of it when she went out into the fields to bring the guys their lunch. It didn’t take much investigation to spot a case like hers from miles away. She was not just a wise lady but she was also a very take charge type person and she knew what had to be done and when. This is pretty much the way she ran her whole life, she wasn’t always in charge but you could sure not prove it by most people in the area when she wanted something done. You did what she said and asked questions later. Besides anybody coming down with the farmer’s heat stoke wasn’t in a good position to do her own thinking. Mrs. Nova told Kathy she had to immediately cool off and the best way to do it was to clear the chickens away and take a nice refreshing dip in the good ole-swimming hole. As Mrs. Nova was in the process of throwing her in, Kathy objected, she didn’t want to get her hair and clothes all wet; well that is how her side of the story goes. In talking to Mrs. Nova later I found that she was responsible for rescuing the clothing, as she was well aware it was her only outfit and one lady to another and the outfit understanding is there. Like the old rule says, do almost anything, but don’t mess up a ladies outfit when she is ready for a date and has already spent hours figuring out the best combination to wear. That was about the only piece of the story that I was able to get from our wonderful neighbor next door, sort of like the code of don’t kiss and tell, she was more don’t make well and tell, just do it, probably where Nike got it’s slogan but that could be another story. Well suffice it to say she kept her clothes dry, but her hair sure got wet. I think that the first dunking got the hair wet, and after about the fifth dunking it was just totally saturated and the water and hair spray mixture must have been something to see. In any event the new look was really something to see. A little bit of skinny-dipping goes a long way in keeping the clothes dry for the approaching date. Once she settled into the water she found it quite relaxing. The whole setting could almost be considered spa-like. The apple trees in the orchard helped freshen the air and with the chickens and rooster making their standard farm sounds and the addition of a few birds it could only be compared to some of the sounds of nature CD’s that spas sell for the extra relaxation step. To say the whole experience bordered on hypnotic would be putting it mildly. As she floated in the water without a care in the world, her thoughts were like the wisps of clouds in the blue sky above, few and far between and nothing serious or requiring any attention. As Mrs’ Nova stood on the shore she knew her job was done and another success it was. She saw the look on Kathy’s face in the water as the sun glistened on her gorgeous (my description) body and she knew that all was right with the world. She straightened her clothes and hung them on natures coat hanger by the side of the pool of comforting water. Mrs. Nova knew she was safe and would not be going anywhere before she got back with a luxuriously soft towel to soak up all of nature’s remedies on this grandly successful day. ,The dunking and the soaking was a smashing success and she cooled right down; you might say her wickedly hot body was now cool to the touch, although nothing can take away the hot that she always has glowing around her. Who knows how long she lounged around in the garden of happiness. It was the place that cooled the body, settled the mind and rejuvenated the spirit, maybe these spas really do know what they are talking about, but this one was all pure nature. From the natural spring fed pool of crystal clear water to the beauty of the sky above and all with the sound of nature playing on God’s own little turntable. Relaxed, boy was she relaxed. Mrs. Nova gave her approval and Kathy was back on track to getting ready for her date. That Mrs’ Nova is one incredible person, as I mentioned she has the wealth of life’s experiences to use as her reference library, a computer like mind with just about any event she ever saw or participated in right on the edge of her mind just waiting for the opportunity to pull out and use. To sit with her under a tree and take the chance to listen would almost guarantee a period of time when the clock stops and the world spins to a totally different drummer; boy could she spin a tale, except in her case the tales were true and more mind grabbing than anything you could find in any novel, even the best of the best top shelf books. Nothing beats real life in it’s adventures and unbelievable acts of everyday actions. Just like Art Linkletter used to say that kids say the darndest things, it is also true that it’s the realty of life itself that never ceases to amaze and entertain the mind. In the earlier times and less frequently today, people would settle back on the ground and look into the night’s sky for the latest Broadway productions, or the best love stories. The stars above held the stories that grasped the hearts and minds of many s the mind allowed itself to be absorbed into the imagination of all time. It was like the serial movies they played in the movie theaters of your grandparents with snippets of action only to stop as the main character reached the edge of a high cliff or other precarious situation, and then pick back up the following week. In this case it was only necessary to looks to the heavens on another night and the story continued, almost the forerunner of today’s Ipod, you could take it with you and watch it from any spot you happened to be, except no batteries required and the only charging was the way it charged and filled your mind with wonderment. I think I might be getting a little far of field here. To summarize, Kathy was hot, still is hot, she was cooled and hypnotized, and placed back into realty. The skinny dipping part is for sure, but keep in mind, Mrs. Nova’s garden of Eden is as private as is beautiful and you could think no different of the skinny-dipping here as compare to skinny-dipping when you take a bath or shower, all pure natural and not the prime element of the story, although as I float through the story and let it entangled my mind, I find that to be one of the areas that paints quite the picture, but nobody else look, that is my story and my picture of happiness. My mother came home and gave her the yellow bandana to cover her hair, pretty much end of story. By the time I got there she was cool as a cucumber and ready to go. We thanked Mrs. Nova for all her help and brought her back a little something from our date. In the interest of time, we did not awaken her soul and the outpouring of her mind on that day, but there were others, I guess that’s what makes the memories, a story shared becomes the memories to pass on, even if they get a little expanded on, after all what is a good fish story without the fish getting a little bigger with each telling. The foundation of the memory never changes but sometimes they just need to be updated with a fresh coat of paint or maybe a little redecorating, all’s fair in love, war and the story of the memory. Everything worked out for the best and we did our best to put the yellow bandana into the back reaches of our minds. This is about the best recollection that we have, and it is entirely possible that it did not happen this way at all. Sometimes you just never know.
...pareva che il suo corpo acquistasse una leggerezza immateriale, la sua mente si rischiarasse in modo inaudito e i suoi sensi raddoppiassero le loro facoltà. L'orizzonte andava allargandosi sempre più, e non quell'orizzonte cupo sul quale si stendeva un vago terrore, da lui intravisto prima di addormentarsi, ma un orizzonte turchino, diafano, sconfinato, con tutto l'azzurro del mare, tutto lo sfavillio del sole e con tutto il profumo della brezza;allora in mezzo ai canti dei marinai, canti così limpidi e chiari che ne sarebbe nata un'armonia celestiale se si fosse potuto scriverli, vedeva apparire l'isola di Montecristo....
A.Dumas
I got involved with a Short Story Reading the other week - Artists are given a short story and asked to produce an image that encapsulates the story.
The author doesn't see the image until it is projected onto the screen behind them while they read their story.
I was given one by a lovely young lady from Manchester, who came all the way down that night just to read it in front of about 45 strangers.
I'm trying to sort out a link to it later.
A good time - and I look forward to doing it again.
Strobist info:
Canon 430 EXII - 1/16th - camera left - Shoot through brolly
Nikon SB900 - 1/8th - Camera right - snooted to backlight the ice.
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Unwinding at the end of a busy day :-) When you have a young child evenings as you once knew them no longer exist and life seems to be on a constant repeat of dinner, bath, brush teeth, and other general bedtime routines. Story time is a favourite for both of us even though she can (pretty much) read on her own these days.
I'm still playing with ideas for this theme but decided to submit this shot as, although it's not technically perfect, I kind of like it.
52 Weeks of Pix 2013, In The Evening
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At the end of each year I create a photo calendar of my son which has between one and four photos for each week of the year. With this year end project in mind I try as much as possible to capture our lives and and Sam growing up from every angle. In the image above I wanted to record the nightly ritual of the bedtime story and the smiles it produces.
To ensure the light given off by the bedside lamp was preserved I didn't use flash but instead used a very shallow depth of field and a high ISO.
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“Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it.”
Better than great stories are great storytellers. These are people who can recognize moments worth retelling, remember all they need to about them, & bring to life over & over again the moments & times people want to remember. Great storytellers can make us laugh, cry, frightened, or happy, & they always make it appear nearly effortless.
Here's one in action. I wish I could tell you what the story was about, but for most of it I was laying on the floor taking pictures. They were well worth it I feel, but judging from the reactions of those listening (which was everyone), it was damn, damn funny. No surprise from this girl though.
Animal Network Las Vegas All Star Starting Line Up for ADOPT A BOWL II...
Back Row, L to R: Marriot, Haywood, Max, Armstrong & Dodge.
Front Row: Flying Pig w/ Ray Bans.
Put 'em on YOUR Home Team Here:
Composite. Pooches selected using the new Adobe "Select Subject" Gizmo.
Strobist:
430EXII CL SoftBox
430EXII CR SoftBox
Mitros "On Axis" ala Dave Hobby Style W/ Fotodiox Diffuser
2 speedlights LR 1/8 either side of backdrop to simulate stadium lights.
Fired with Phottix Odins
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This house tells a story of things in San Francisco from its past and still here today. Story Book House is my personal interpretation of the paintings on the house.
The Buoy Story.
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Don’t you worry guys…….I am back on dry land now……Yes I am a bit wet……(It truth be known, Very wet)……But the next time I fall into the lake, and I ask you to throw me a buoy…I don’t expect you all to start looking for a boy child to throw to me…..So just what did I Mean……Well Molly ….You see that pole sticking out of the top of your head……(Which you all have had fun smelling the scents around the base)…Well on top of that is a container, containing a life ring buoy……and when, like myself you get into trouble in the water…..You throw that in to help keep me afloat….No Halo….You don’t throw the pole as well…..(It’s not some fetch game you know)….And don’t you think that would just make me sink further…..Look Jazz, I might have looked as if I was having fun in the water….But I assure I was not…..And as for you Maysie-May…..Don’t think that I don’t know, that you don’t even like the rain falling on you, never mind jumping into lakes…….Yes yes….I might be going on a bit……And if push came to shove…..I know you would have all have come to rescue me…..And on the bright side…. at least the camera is safe…So let’s have a photo of you all sat on the bank of the lake shall we.….What do you it would have made a much better photo of me floundering in the lake, Misty….. Ha-ha ...… (I don’t Think so somehow)…..
The Christmas story is over! :-)
Christmas tree (??) was found! :-) Children got gifts! :-) It was a beautiful Christmas day! :-)
Merry Christmas my dear flickr friends! ♥♥
(Thank you for your beautiful words, thank you for your visits! ♥♥♥). :-)
“One’s options in this world are as vast as the horizon, which is technically a circle and thus infinitely broad. Yet we must choose each step we take with utmost caution, for the footprints we leave behind are as important as the path we will follow. They’re part of the same journey — our story.”
― Lori R. Lopez, Dance Of The Chupacabras
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