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The birds were singing amongst the branches of the alder trees as he ambled down Wolfscote Dale. The sun shone down into the mini-canyon reflecting and sparkling on the bubbling and burbling waters of the River Dove where it flitted and bounced from rocky boulder to hidden outcrop on its gentle journey downhill to the sea. Mallard ducks scooted from the reeds at the side, checking out detritus that floated past their riverside outposts. And suddenly a shape in the corner of his vision made him look round quickly. Could that have been a beaver he just saw? But otherwise his face lifted up, eyes scanning the skyline on the upper fringes of the dale.
The message had said “ Meet me at the pass”. Nothing more, but it had been enough to pique his interest and have him hurry down that way. Inevitably he expected his approach to be spotted long before he reached the meeting point, even with the schnauzer trotting ahead to pick up any hidden threats.
His eyes locked on a buzzard soaring high against the sun, the curve of its glide drawing his sight towards a prominent pinnacle further along the dale. And there he saw a faint pillar of smoke drifting up into the sky. At its base he saw a small figure wave, too far away for him to recognise who, but immediately he changed tack, his boots cutting into the sloping turf on the valley side as he cut a path diagonally up towards the figure above. As he did so, he guessed the meeting point had been selected to put him at a disadvantage, as he would huff and puff up the gradient and arrive somewhat weakened. But he stopped occasionally as he climbed to swivel round and admire the view behind, whilst he caught his breath, a quick swig from his water bottle refreshing him for the onward battle uphill.
As he crested the brow he spotted a pony, hobbled, and grazing on the short grass over the other side of the hill, and the figure sat, back to him, by the fire reaching out to place sticks on it. He advanced cautiously, not knowing what to expect having fulfilled the instruction to meet at the Pass. He wondered if he knew the individual, slightly untidily wrapped in hooded fur coat and leggings who appeared to be absorbed in tending the fire. Suddenly the head turned, an angry look directly at him.
“What took you so long, Mr Pertistent?”she said. Shocked. It wasn’t who he had expected. It was that Peak’s woman again, of the tribe that needs no men. Unfortunately for the piglet, she already had him on a spit over the fire.
Ringo and Karen found The Blue Day Book and are planning to read together this morning.
"Smile on Saturday" group challenge this week is "Blue for You - ME 2019", in awareness of two difficult diseases.
Haven't had time to go to the bridge for a while. All done up this weekend for the Global Rugby Tens taking place at Suncorp Stadium, Brisbane.
"Capturing and creating movement in a still photo is a challenge for every photographer. Use movement this week to tell a story."
The children did a "Walkabout, Talkabout" and came up with all the ideas for Where, When, Who and What could happen in a story.
They now use the display to help them chose characters, seting etc for their story writing.
Lena whistles a little song and the animals gather around because they know it is story time.
Blythe a Day - Animal - 7/2/24
Lena Elena Middie Blythe Doll, released August 2013
Outfit - stock Middie Blythe "Milk and Honey"
Vintage print background- flea market
Grass- Michael's
Animals - mostly from Wish Doll set on Amazon "Woodland Animals of Rosas Set" - only $6 right now
Fox and tallest rabbit - Schleich
Crow- Amazon
Logs - my son's blocks
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Thank you very much everyone :). This shot has reached Explore FP :: highest position #2 on 02.09.11
There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age: youth's burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.
This is the story of Twilight the Bearer of The Last Lantern.
Born in a world swallowed by darkness, the young boy scrabbled and scratched around in an abandoned house searching for magical books called "match-books" for his "match-day". The day of his birth when a match is lit in the darkness for a brief moment to see the world and the passage of time. But on this day, young Twilight found something else... He found hope.
Now he must journey to the last city with only the Lantern of Hope to light his way, staying the ever-encroaching darkness at bay.
Gather round’ children… For I don’t bare the story of Santa… no. Instead you shall hear the story of Krampus.
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Green story
TP: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Green%20story/191/189/62
(Celine) - 향수 (You are My...)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO6BIRMuWfI
Did I go to your heart
Did I leave something small?
If you read me through with your wishes folded
that night in my dream
Without leaving a small gap
A short day filled with you
The moment that gets longer leads me
I'm looking for your scent
you are my
I didn't do it today
Words that stayed around my mouth and always disappeared
hope to reach you
Dispersing as you approach
My scent is always clumsy
i resemble you
anything like my heart
Days when I couldn't help it
waiting for a little while
Every moment is precious
Even if you get lost like this
All the reasons I wasn't afraid
you are my
I didn't do it today
Words that stayed around my mouth and always disappeared
I hope to reach you
It breaks when you approach
Will you smile in a country like this?
you are my
maybe for a long time
Words I can't say while staying by your side
I hope to reach you someday
Will it break if I approach you?
I call you with it in my mouth, my love
you are my
not finished yet
At the end of these words, my world is contained
With the scent of you spreading
When you hug me when I withered
On this day dyed with your arms
I'll hug you
I love it when Eli says out loud : Next page!...
He can read pretty good now...so i can't trick him anymore :(
Telling a story in a photograph is often one of the hardest things to do. Creating an image that lets the viewer come up with their own story is what I aim for. On this evening in the Roan Highlands, the Milky Way rises over the trees as a roaring campfire on top of Round Bald lights up the trees. It was so nice to be out under the stars again.
This is the beginning of a series that I hope to share with you all for the rest of my life: dedicated to the beauty, importance and preservation of black life. These are stories of the untold, that may not be glamorous or extravagant, but its real, bold, black and beautiful. Love.
High on my mountain
I search from above.
To find a companion
and give her my love.
I'll show her my muscles
and wiggle my tail.
If that doesn't work
I hope flowers prevail :)
Today's story and sketch by me, #1401 is another story about ghosts arriving here on this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga. Last evening another Ghost, and an apparition in the form of a Scarecrow arrived, along with what seems to be a dead or nearly dead ancient oak tree. Deputy Oroski just arrived on scene and will momentarily squirt the ghost and scarecrow with The Rescue Randy, silver nitrate, and Budahunga Tar solution, which will turn them into mere lumps of dirty laundry. Sadly Dirty Laundry, Scarecrows and the ancient Oak tree will be stories to follow up another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog.
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Head: LeLUTKA - Avalon Head
Body: eBODY - Reborn
Hair: no.match_ - No Weekend [@ Fameshed] NEW!!!
Makeup Set: [HEXUMBRA] Delta Makeup Collection
Outfit: Galagher - Ashley
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Poses: [InDiGo] Liana Set
Backdrop: The Bearded Guy - Another Universe [Green Lost] [@ The Arcade] NEW!!!
this one was made by a friend for me on my birthday....my first b'day in college...missing those hands that sketch so effortlessly... :)
Rosie is reading a story to her two headed turtle, Flora & Fauna, a peaceful way to spend a summer afternoon. Flora and Fauna are a very attentive audience.
Blythe a Day - 7/28/25 - Turtle
Rosie Red Blythe
Dress- Etsy
Shoes - Licca
Turtle - made by me from clay
Background - flag
Grass - Michaels
Logs - my son's old blocks
Spinning stories, or storytelling, plays a crucial role in cognitive development for individuals of all ages, particularly for children.
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Another one from last night featuring the Story Bridge lit up for Italian Week... this time a panorama made by stitching five HDR images
UN AMOUR de FLEURS...
One day, not so long ago, a bouquet of small fresh tulips was brought into my studio.
Their subtle fragrance took me straight into Spring as I stood with my eyes closed.
I opened the stubborn packaging, open they fell when I saw one of them bowing across to one, so longingly, so lovingly!
I looked through the rest, to see what they were telling me and when I came back to the two lovers, they had moved closer and were kissing!
AAHH, how could I separate them, no no, so I kept them together and they lived happily ever after.
LOLOL
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I have a ton of film that needs to be developed so that will probably happen next week or so. Until then, enjoy the rest of my purple shots!
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Well this was actually one of my original ideas for the Teleidoscope once upon a time theme, however i thought it was too literal and stayed away from it. However i enjoyed the idea of it so much i thought i would give it a go anyway. :)
It also gave me an opportunity to try out some tutorials and learn a little more in photoshop which i am pleased about. I just wish i could add more to it as it is looking a little bare!
Anyway i am going to be away from home the next few days and busy for new year so i wont be able to upload anything for the rest of the week but i will still be looking at what you all upload! Now be safe and enjoy the rest of your week! :)