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where the monsters have no legs and are taller than two maples on top of each other and can zap the life spirit from you and, if they happen to be scientists and eat you, they'll pass on their scientist brain. all of this at 5:45 am after we smoked the house out with the wood stove. but we figured out a new playground for the legos.
Today
After the events at Templemore Cove, Ivo had to move on to the next city. He's hiding out in a motel room under a newly assumed name. Ivo has a whole new set of credentials. It pays to know people in the underground. You never know when government agencies need to remove an asset. You never know when it's your time to run.
Ivo sits on the bed as he empties his pockets. He opens his wallet an checks his license. We watch as ruffles through the passport. It reads, Edgardo Ruiz. "I could pass for an Edgardo," he shrugs. Ivo doesn't give it a second thought as he lays the passport on the dresser and lays down to bed. Hours later we see Ivo laying on the bed, his eyes closed and twitching as REM sleep begins.
Three Years ago
Ivo reaches for her elbow as she stands guard, pistol in hand, SMG at the ready.
"I got the portable wormhole," as he lifts the suitcase in his hand "let's get out of here before Carmine gets his wits about him," Ivo pulls her toward the cycle to the left of them.
"Where is he?" she asks.
"I clotheslined him off of his bike. He's over there by the strip club. I broke his thumb to get the cuffs he had connect to it off of him" he states proudly.
She looks at him puzzled, "it's a leather handle , couldn't you have just ripped the case from the handle?"
Bewildered he blushes and smiles , remembering where they are "let's go , let's go"
They jump on the one motorcycle. He steers while she sits behind then as they speed off. She wraps her arm around his waist. She smiles at him before resting her head on his shoulder, wind in her hair, she mouths , "I love you."
Ivo smirks knowingly, as if he felt her lips on his back as she said it.
Six Years Ago
A young male cadet walks on the campus grounds. Alone , looking for someone to guide him to the proper starting point. A small amount of sweat drips down his forehead, his heart racing slightly. He missed the row of stanchions and signs telling him where to go. He found an older male with a decorated uniform who directed him to the proper line.
In Kawaii City and in the rest of the country that they live in, minimum age to apply for the police exam at 16 and to serve is 17. The same for the military. He is anxious, he's shaking but he has never been more confident of what he wanted to do with his life. Confidence, naivete, same difference. Ivo was going to take on whatever came his way, as long as he was in law enforcement.
Confetti comes down from the sky onto the 35 graduating members of the KPD police academy. Ivo and young lady share laughter and hugs. She's a petite 4 foot 11 (about 125 cm), brown hair, slim build, as slim as you can tell in the police uniform. They look at each other as they laugh. They turn to the new officers on the other side of them and hug them as well.
The dream sequence moves through the years. They quickly move up the ranks. Side by side, partners on the job, eventually lovers off the job. Quite frankly, lovers on the job sometimes also. They apply for federal positions. We still don't know who they work for because of the sensitive nature of what they do. They do it together. He's Clyde to her Bonnie. She's Crocket to his Tubbs. Harry Tasker to her Helen Tasker. Rachel to his Ross.
He suddenly awakes, back in the current time. Ivo reaches out to the empty side of the bed. He blurts out ... "Cindy"
this photo have a Mystery story in the south kurdistan near (duhok ) city . this my work shop and documentary of my photography in the ( lalsh) temple , Lalish is a mountain valley temple situated in the Shekhan District of Iraq since 1991. It is the holiest temple of the Yazidis. It is the location of the tomb of Sheikh Adi ibn Musafir, a central figure of the Yazidi
Izzie has the Age Yourself lines out at the Spoonful of Sugar Festival, donating 100% to MSF/Doctors Without Borders! You can go from subtle to not-so-subtle, and I love them.
Also showing off Glam Affairs Imogen skin on Lelutka's Lake head and the fabulous Grunge lashes from alaskametro<3
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"Sometimes the heaviest things we carry ... aren't in our hands, but in our hearts. Unspoken pain, silent battles, and a tired soul that just wants peace."
Feel calm and peaceful at : Green Story
In the darkness
I hear the chaos below.
It brings me to thoughts
Of times gone by.
I peruse the past
And ponder the future.
My mind as busy
As the slick streets below.
In the darkness
I find a moment of peace.
Dress - Decoy
Hair - Truth
Tattoo - Addicted to Ink
Pose - FoxCity
Backdrop - Synnergy
Baboquivari Peak. Southwest Arizona, USA.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baboquivari_Peak_Wilderness
Full frame. No crop. No post processing.
Photo from a book.The life of Jesus of Nazareth portrayed in colours by William Hole. It was given to me by my godmother for my 1st Christmas in 1939.
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There are literally hundreds, if not thousands of abandoned homes strewn throughout the countryside in Alberta. They did not fall out of the sky, but rather, were thoughtfully placed with the intentions of building a life within the four walls and a roof - a very long time ago.
When I come across these homesteads, I just have to stop. I don’t know why I am drawn to these old relics. Fossils of the past. It is as if can hear their heart beat in the solitude of the countryside.
Who lived here? What kind of life did they have? Did they conquer their hardships or challenges? It is without a doubt that the occupants encountered insurmountable struggles.
I try to imagine the essence of the house. Were there moments of joy and contentment despite the harshness and difficulties of the environment? I find it incredulous that it still stands even though it has been ravaged by time.
My imagination begins to percolate.
I want to hear the happy, contagious squeals of children giggling as they raced to the warmth of their beds at night; the sound of Mother humming as she lovingly brushed her daughter’s hair by the fire, or Father whistling with an air of fulfillment at a satisfying day of work that had been done and in anticipation of the hot meal waiting for him as he walked in, through the door. Goals, dreams and aspirations were quietly shared in the secrecy of night. Stolen kisses and affirmations of love and commitment were whispered as the children slept.
I wonder if this house had been enough for them? Why did they leave? What were their parting thoughts as they turned the key for that one last time? So many questions. No answers…
I snap a photo of the old gal.
I start driving down the lonely road but take one last look in my rearview mirror. I see a house surrounded by mass plantings of flowers, a thriving garden, chickens milling about and a clothesline that has a congregation of well worn clothes that are being gently seduced by an unusually warm summer breeze. The children are playing Kick-the-can out in the fields.
The joy of their laughter is a welcome sound to their Mother and Father who are sitting together on the porch sipping lemonade and enjoying a respite from the monotony of chores. No words pass between them. They bask in the silence of their mutual contentment.
I see a house that was once brimming with life and love. It stands proud and tenacious as a testament to those who happen to pass by on this lonely country road and those who have the ears to hear the echoes of laughter wafting in the wind, proclaiming that this house was more than four walls and a roof - it was a home…
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Last week we spent an evening in Trier, the nearest town to our place here in the Eifel.
There were a lot less people than usual.
Normally Trier is full of tourists...
The city is situated on the river Mosel and is famed for it’s Roman remains.
People were of course keeping social distancing and wearing masks inside shops and in the few restaurants that were open.
We were able to drink a glass of wine in the garden of a wine bar... in the blue hour of the evening... :))
It was fantastic to be part of a more normal life for a while...