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Tequila Sunrise
Glenn Frey / The Eagles
It's another tequila sunrise
Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye
He was just a hired hand
Workin' on the dreams he planned to try
The days go by
Ev'ry night when the sun goes down
Just another lonely boy in town
And she's out runnin' 'round
She wasn't just another woman
And I couldn't keep from comin' on
It's been so long
Oh, and it's a hollow feelin' when
It comes down to dealin' friends
It never ends
Take another shot of courage
Wonder why the right words never come
You just get numb
It's another tequila sunrise,this old world
still looks the same,
Another frame, mm...
Went to Bombo this morning with the Focus South Crew. Best part of 20 togs out and about having a great time and enjoying another Aussie Sunrise. Fantastic Brekky and a brilliant laugh afterwards as well.
My image this week is a tribute to one of my idols who sadly passed away this week, way too young. I grew up listening to both the Eagles and Glenn Frey during his time as a solo artist. Very sad ....Another great gone.
Anyhow, hope you like Tequila Sunrise.
Cheers, Mike
It’s Movie Night again and Stormtrooper Bruce wants to mix things up a bit. The guys are usually up for anything and have often said they have come to expect the unexpected. But he’s pretty sure they never expected this.
TK-432: Vader’s Dogs! What up with the tv? Hope this isn’t one of Fett’s pranks again!
TK-1110: And what’s up with that paper bag? If it’s healthy food, I’m outta here!
STB: Settle down ladies. I think you’ll be pleased with what I’m about to say. If you can guess what’s in the bag, you get to pick tonight’s movies. You each get three guesses. So choose carefully.
TK-432: What? Are you playing Bilbo and we’re Gollum and Smeagol, guessing what’s in your filthy pocketses?
STB: Yes, something like that. So… go ahead and guess away.
TK-1110: We’ll it’s almost Cinco de Mayo so I’m hoping tonight is an early celebration. Is there a sombrero? A piñata? An Aztec calendar?
TK-432: Hey, I like your thinking! Is there a ton of tacos? A bunch of nachos? A gallon of Margarita mix?
STB: Wow! I can not believe you two. Are those your final guesses?
TK-432: OK, I’ll play along with your three guesseses – Handses. Knife. String-nothing.
STB: Wrong, all wrong. What about you – are you going to change your guesses?
TK-1110: Nope. There’s no way in the Great Galaxy we could possibly guess what’s in there. You’re just messing with us!
STB: Well, you might be surprised. Because I actually DO have an Aztec Calendar! Found it in the Library the other day. Something else they were getting ready to toss.
TK-1110: You’re joking! I never win anything. Wowzer! So I really get to pick the movies tonight? Well, fasten your seatbelts fellows. It’s going to be a bumpy ride!
STB: So, I’m guessing that's your clue to what we’re watching?
TK-432: Nothing says Cinco de Mayo like an HP movie marathon. So let’s hurry up and board that Night Bus and get this evening started!
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*** And May the Fourth be with us all, too!
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I lied.
I said in my last post I was going to start sharing photos from my Southeast Asia journey I embarked on last year.
Lying maybe too strong of a word. Let’s just say I embellished the truth.
Here is a blue hour photograph from my trek to Mexico last year after I came back from Southeast Asia. This will be my last photograph (I promise) and from now on I’ll be updating you guys with photos from my Southeast Asia trip.
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If colonial architecture and cobblestone streets sound very appealing then the beautiful Spanish colonial town of San Miguel de Allende fits the bill to be your home away from home (many Americans do). San Miguel de Allende has one of the largest American communities in Mexico with over 7,000 residents. It is large enough to warrant its own U.S. consulate.
The ‘wedding cake’ towers of Parroquia de San Miguel Arcángel dominates the perfectly manicured main plaza, El Jardin, in the old historic center. I spent many evenings sitting on a bench in the plaza admiring the gorgeous architecture and striking light, all the while consuming my favorite Mexican meal Tacos Al Pastor!
Happy Travels!
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On a previous sunrise, a Flickr friend said something about perfection and I said something about always hoping for a better one. I didn’t have to wait long.
I can’t explain this rash of beautiful sunrises — much less in June. June is not known for beautiful skies in Georgia. It’s known for being hot, hazy and humid. I always return to one of my mantras about life: You can’t get lucky if you don’t show up.
Nikon D5100 -- Nikon 18-300mm 6.3 ED VR
18mm
F8@1/125th
This has to be one of the best sunrises I ever photographed. I took the first frame at 5:52 and shot almost non-stop until 7:30 — well after sunrise. I’ve got plenty of individual pictures from the past to match anything I got this morning, but for the diversity of looks and the length of time is was interesting, this is one of the best I’ve ever seen. I shot over 900 frames and kept 135 frames on the first edit. What was most interesting was how evenly lit many of them were — the lightest exposure and darkest exposure (I bracket) of a scene were both acceptable. That’s quite unusual for me.
No, I don’t have any idea what I’ll do with all of them. Yes, I am a very lucky man to get to do this every day.
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©Don Brown 2016
Acholi – Mot ki Yomcwing Botwo Me Mwaka Manyen
Adhola – Wafayo Chamo Mbaga & Bothi Oro Manyeni
Aeka- Keremisi jai be
Afrikaans – Geseende Kerfees en ‘n gelukkige nuwe jaar
Ahtna – C’ehwggelnen Dzaenh
Aklanon – Malipayon nga Paskwa ag Mahigugmaon nga Bag-ong Dag-on
Albanian – Gëzuar Krishlindjet Vitin e Ri!
Aleut – Kamgan Ukudigaa
Alsatian – E gueti Wïnâchte & E glecklichs Nej Johr!
Alur – Wafoyo Kado Oro & Wafoyo Tundo Oro manyeni
Alutiiq – Spraasnikam & Amlertut Kiaget!
American Sign Language
Amharic – Melkam Yelidet Beaal
Amuesha – Yomprocha’ ya’ nataya
Andalusian – Felíce Pahjcua y Felí Año, or Felí Navidá y Próhjpero Año Nuevo
Angami – U kenei Christmas mu teicie kes a-u sie teicie
kesa-u sie niepete keluo shuzaie we
Apache (Western) – Gozhqq Keshmish
Arabic – I’D Miilad Said ous Sana Saida
Aragonese – Nabidà! & Goyosa Añada benién.
Aramaic – Edo bri’cho o rish d’shato brich’to!
Aranés – Bon Nadau!
Arawak – Aba satho niw jari da’wisida bon
Armenian – Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Soorp Janunt
Aromanian – Crãciunu hãriosu shi unu anu nãu, bunu!
Araucanian – Wi tripantu in che
Asturian – Bones Navidaes & Gayoleru anu nuevu!
Assamese – Rongaali Bihur xubhessaa lobo
Ata – Maroyan na Pasko woy kaopia-an ng Bag-ong
Tuig kaniyo’t langon mga sulod
Aukan – Wi e winsi i wan bun nyun yali
Aymara – Sooma Nawira-ra
Azeri – Tezze Iliniz Yahsi Olsun
Bafut – Mboni Chrismen & Mboni Alooyefee
Bahasa/Malaysia – Selamat Hari Natal dan Tahun Baru
Bamoun – Poket Kristmet & Poket lum mfe
Banen – Enganda ye hiono mes & Hion Hios Hes
Bandang – Mbung Mbung Krismie & Mbung Mbung Ngouh Suiie
Basque – Zorionak eta Urte Berri On!
Bassa – Ngand Nwi Lam & Mwi Lam
Batak Karo – Mejuah-juah Ketuahen Natal
Bemba – Kristu abe nenu muli ino nshiku nkulu ya Mwezi
Belorussian – Winshuyu sa Svyatkami i z Novym godam!
Bengali – Shuvo Baro Din – Shuvo Nabo Barsho
Bhojpuri – Naya Sal Mubarak Ho
Bicolano – Maugmang Capascuhan asin Masaganang Ba-gong Taon!
Bislama – Mi wisim yufala eerywan one gutfala Krismas
& mo wan hapi New Year long
Blaan – Pye duh di kaut Kristo klu munt ug Felemi Fali!
Blackfoot – I’Taamomohkatoyiiksistsikomi
Bohemian/Czech – Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a Stastny novy rok
Brahui – Arkas caik xuda are
Breton – Nedeleg laouen na bloav ezh mat
Bulgarian – Chestita Koleda i Shtastliva Nova Godina
Bulu – Duma e bo’o
Bura – e be Zambe e Usa ma ka Kirisimassu
Catalan – Bon Nadal i feliç any nou!
Cantonese – Seng Dan Fai Lok, Sang Nian Fai Lok
Carib – Sirito kypoton ra’a
Carrier – Zoo dungwel & Soocho nohdzi doghel
Carolinian – Ameseighil ubwutiiwel Layi Luugh me raagh fee
Cebuano – Malipayong Pasko ug Bulahang Bag-ong Tuig!
Chamorro – Filis Pasgua & Filis Anu Nuebo
Chaha Bogem h n mh m & Boxem as nana-h m
Chamba – Wi na ge nyare Su dome Kirismass
Chavacano – Felices Pascua y Prospero Anyo Nuevo
Cherokee – Danistayohihv & Aliheli’sdi Itse Udetiyvsadisv
Cheyenne – Hoesenestotse & Aa’e Emona’e
Chichewa – Moni Wa Chikondwelero Cha Kristmasi
Chiga – Mwebare khuhika – Ha Noel
Choctaw – Yukpa, Nitak Hollo Chito
Cornish – Nadelik looan na looan blethen noweth
Corsican – Bon Natale e Bon capu d’ annu
Cree – Mitho Makosi Kesikansi
Creek – Afvcke Nettvcakorakko
Creole/Seychelles – Bonn e Erez Ane
Croatian – Sretan Bozic
Dagbani – Ni ti Burunya Chou & Mi ti yuun
Damara/Nama – Khiza
Danish – Glædelig Jul og godt nytår
Dibabawon – Marayaw na Pasko aw Bag-ong Tui g kaniyo tibo na mga soon
Dinka – Miet puou yan dhiedh Banyda tene Yin
Dine/Navajo – Ya’at’eeh Keshmish
Divehi – Ufaaveri aa ahareh
Dschang – Chrismi a lekah Nguo Suieh
Duri – Christmas-e- Shoma Mobarak
Dutch – Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!
Egyptian – Colo sana wintom tiebeen
English – Merry Christmas & Happy New Year
Eritrean – Rehus-Beal-Ledeat
Esperanto – Gajan Kristnaskon & Bonan Novjaron
Estonian – Rõõmsaid Jõulupühi ja Head uut aastat
Ethiopian – enkuan le berhane ledtu adrswo
Éwé – Blunya na wo
Ewondo – Mbemde abog abyali nti! Mbembe Mbu!
Faroese – gleðilig jól og eydnuríkt nýggjár!
Fali – Use d’h Krismass
Farsi – Sal-e no mubarak
Fijian – Me Nomuni na marau ni siga ni sucu dei na yabaki vou
Finnish – Hyvää Joulua or Hauskaa Joulua – 0nnellista uutta vuotta
Flemish – Zalig Kerstfeest en Gelukkig nieuw jaar
French – Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!
Frisian – Noflike Krystdagen en in protte Lok en Seine yn it Nije Jier!
Friulian – Bon Nadâl e Bon An Gnûf
Fulfulde – Jabbama be salla Kirismati
Gaddang – Mangamgam Bawa a dawun sikua diaw amin
Galician – Bon Nadal e Bo Ani Novo
Gari – !Soalokia God i gotu vasau, mi lao ke ba na
rago vanigira ara dou i matana!
Gciriku – Mfiyawidi yaKrisimisa & Marago ghaMwaka waUpe
Georgian – Gilotsavt Krist’es Shobas & Gilosavt akhal ts’els
German – Fröhliche Weihnachten und ein glückliches Neues Jahr!
Gikuyu – Gia na Thigukuu njega Na MwakaM weru wi Gikeno
Gitskan – Hisgusgitxwsim Ha’niisgats Christ gankl Ama Sii K’uuhl!
Golin – Yesu kule nongwa kaun umaribe ongwa ena mone di mile wai wen milo
Greek – Kala Christougenna Ki’eftihismenos O Kenourios Chronos
Greenlandic – Juullimi Ukiortaassamilu Pilluarit
Guahibo – Pexania Navidadmatacabi piginia pexaniapejanawai paxainaename
Guambiano – Navidadwan Tabig tugagunrrigay & Sru pilawan kasrag utunrrigay
Guarani – Avyaitete ahi ko Tupa ray arape qyrai Yy Kapyryin rira
Guarayu – Imboeteipri tasecoi Tupa i vave! & Ivve ava Tupa
rembiaisu toyuvirecoi turpi oyeaisusa pipe!
Gujarati – Natal ni shub kaamnao & Saal Mubarak
Gwere – Osusuku Omusa & Masuke Omwaka
Gwich’in – Drin tsal zhit shoh ohlii & Drin Choo zhit zhoh ohlii
Han – Drin tsul zhit sho ahlay & Drin Cho zhit sho ahlay
Hausa – Barka da Kirsimatikuma Barka da Sabuwar Shekara!
Hawaiian – Mele Kalikimaka & Hauoli Makahiki Hou
Haya – Waihuka na Noeli & Waihhuka n ‘Omwaka
Hebrew – Mo’adim Lesimkha. Shanah Tova
Heiban – Ati kalo gathje uwa gigih
Herero- Okresmesa ombwa Ombura ombe ombwa
Hiligaynon – Malipayon nga paskua & Malipayon Nga Bag-ong tuig
Hindi – Shubh Naya Baras
Holo – Seng-tan khoai-lok!
Hmong – Nyob Zoo Xyoo Tahiab
Hungarian – Kellemes karácsonyi ünnepeket és Boldog újévet!
Hungduan – Maphon au nitungawan. Apo Dios Kituwen baron di toon
Iban – Selamat Ari Krismas enggau Taun Baru
Ibanag – nga Pascua
Icelandic – Gleðileg Jól og Farsaelt Komandi ár!
Igbo – Ekelere m gi maka Keresimesi na ubochi izizi afo ozo
Ikiribati – Te Mauri, Te Raoi ao Te Tabomoa nakoimi nte Kirimati ao te Ririki ae Bou
Ilocano – Naimbag a Pascua ken Naragsac nga Baro nga Tawen!
Imbongu – Gotenga malo Jisasi Karaist
Indonesian – Selamat Hari Natal & Selamat Tahun Baru
Inuktitut- quviasupvisiutsiarit arraagurmilu nutaami !
Inupiaq – Annaurri Aniruq & Paglaun Ukiutchiaq
Inupiatun – Quvianaq Agaayuniqpak
Iraqi – Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah
Irish – Nollaig Shona Dhuit
Iroquois – Ojenyunyat Sungwiyadeson homungradon nagwutut & Ojenyunyat osrasay
Italian – Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo
Japanese – Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto
Javanese – Sugeng Natal lan warsa enggal
Jèrriais – Bouan Noué et Bouanne Année
Kabyle – Assegwas ameggaz
Kadazan – Kotobian Tadau Do Krimas om Toun Vagu
Kahua – Na vagevageha surireua na Kirisimasi ma na harisi naoru
Kala Lagaw Ya – Ngi ngayka Koei trimal Kaz
Kambaata – eman haaro wegga illisholce
Kamba – Ithiwa na Kisimsi Kiseo & Na Mwaka Mweu Museo
Kannada – Hosa Varushada Subhasayagalu
Karelian – Rastawanke Sinun, Uvven Vuvenke Sinun
Kaqchiquel – Dios tik’ujie’ avik’in
Kashmiri – Christmas Id Mubarak
Kawalib – Amirnar Krismas Gi
Khasi – Krismas basuk & Snem thymmai basuk
Kimeru – ugie na thigunku ijega na mwaka jumweru
Kinyarwanda – Umunsi Mwiza
Kirundi – Noeli Nziza & Umwaka Mwiza
Kom – Isangle Krismen & Isangle beng i fue
Konkoni – Khushal borit Natalam
Korafe – Keremisi ewewa
Korean Sung Tan Chuk Ha
Kosraean – Tok Tapeng & Engan ya sasu
Koyukon – Denaahto’ Hoolaank Dedzaanh Sodeelts’eeyh
Krio – Appi Krismes en Appi Niu Yaa
Kuanua – A Bona Lukara na Kinakava
Kurdish – Seva piroz sahibe u sersala te piroz be
Kwangali – Kerekemisa zongwa & Erago moMumvho gomupe
Kyrghyz – JangI jIlIngIz guttuu bolsun!
Ladin – Bon Nadel y Bon Ann Nuef
Lakota – Wanikiya tonpi wowiyuskin & Omaka teca oiyokipi
Lamnsó – Kisheri ke Kisimen & Vijung ve kiya kefiyki
Lango – Afoyo Chamo Mwake & Apoyo Mwaka Manyeni
Latin – Pax hominibus bonae voluntatis
Latvian – Prieci’gus Ziemsve’tkus un Laimi’gu Jauno Gadu!+
Lausitzian – Wjesole hody a strowe nowe leto
Lebanese – Milad Saeed wa Sanaa Mubarakah
Limburgisch – ne gooie keersmès en e zaolig nujjaor!
Lithuanian – Linksmu Kaledu ir laimingu Nauju metu
Livonian – Jovi talshpivdi un Vondzist uto aigasto
Lower Tanana – Bet’oxdilt’ayi bedena’ ch’exulanhde dranh ninoxudedhet
Lozi – Kilisimasi ya nyakalalo & Silimo se sinca sa tabo
Luganda – Amazalibwa Agesanyu & N’Omwaka Omujaa Ogwemirembe
Lugbara – Enyaa Krismas moke dika efii eli o’diru ria moke
Luhya – Isuguku Indahi & Nu Muhiga Musha
Luo – Sikuku Mar Higa Kod Mor & Mar Kiga Manyien
Luritja – Wai! Nyuntu Larya?
Luxembourgeois – Schéi Krëschtdeeg an e Schéint Néi Joer
Macedonian – Srekan Bozik I Nova Godina
Madura – Pada salamet sabhala bengko areja
Makassar – Salama’ Natal & Selamat Tahun baru
Arahaba tratry ny Krismasy
Mambwe – Kristu aye namwe umu nsikunkulu ino iya Mwezi
Malayan – Selamat Hari Natal
Malayalam – Christumas Mangalangalangal & Puthuvalsara Aashamsakal
Maltese – Nixtieqlek Milied Tajjeb u Sena Tajba
Mandarin – Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Tan
Mandobo – Mepiya Pagasaulog sa pagka-otawni Jesus aw maontong kaling Omay!
Mangyan – Mayad paq Pasko kag
Mansaka – Madyaw na Pasko aw malipayong Bag-ong Tuig kamayo, mga lumon
Manx – Nollick ghennal as blein vie noa
Maori – Kia orana e kia manuia rava i teia Kiritimeti e te Mataiti Ou
Marathi – Shub Naya Varsh
Margi – Use aga Kirismassi
Marshallese – Monono ilo raaneoan Nejin & Jeramman ilo iio in ekaal
Mataco-Mataguayo – Lesilatyaj ihi Dios ta i ppule ye, Letamsek ihi wichi ta Dios ikojejthi ta i honat e
Maya/Yucateco – Utzul mank’inal
Medlpa – Enim Mutuiyo!
Meithei – Krismas Hlomum & Kumthar Lawmum
Mingrelian – k’irses mugoxuamant & axal ts’anas mugoxuamant
Mongolian – Zul saryn bolon shine ony mend devshuulye
Monégasque – Festusu Natale e Bona ana noeva
Moro – Nidli pred naborete nano
Moru – Medu amiri ovuru Yesu opi amaro
Muyu – Lip Ki amun aa Natal Kowe
Naasioi – Tampara Kirisimaasi
Naskapi – miywaaitaakun mikusaanor & kiyaa maamiyupiyaakw minuwaach pipuun
Ndjem – Mbeya mbeya Ebiel & Mbeya mbeya mbu
Ndogo – Esimano olyaKalunga gwokombandambanda! & Nombili kombanda yevi maantu e ya hokwa!
Ndonga – Okrismesa iwa & Omude Mupe wa Punikwa
Nepali – krist Yesu Ko Shuva Janma Utsav Ko Upalaxhma Hardik Shuva & Naya Barsa Ko harkik Shuvakamana
Newari – Nhu Da Ya Vintuna
Nii – Nim Ono
Niuean – Monuina a Aho Kilisimasi mo e Tau Foou
Norweigan/Nynorsk – eg ynskjer hermed dykk alle ein god jul og godt nyttår
Norweigan/Bokmål – God Jul og Godt Nyttår
Notu/Ewage – Keremisi dave be
Nyanja – Kristu akhale ndi inu munyengo ino ya Christmas
Nyankore Mukhulukhe Omwaka
Occitan – Polit nadal e bona annada
Ojibwe (Chippewa) – Niibaa’ anami’egiizhigad & Aabita Biboon
Oneida – Wanto’wan amp; Hoyan
Oriya – Sukhamaya christmass ebang khusibhara naba barsa
Orokaiva – Keremisi javotoho
Oromo – baga wagaa hara isinin gaye
Palauan – Ungil Kurismas
Pompangan – Malugud Pascu at saca Masayang Bayung Banua!
Pangasinan – Maabig ya pasko & Maliket ya balon taon
Papiamento – Bon Pasco i Feliz Aña Nobo
Pashto – De Christmas akhtar de bakhtawar au newai kal de mubarak sha.
Pennsylvania German – En frehlicher Grischtdaag unen hallich Nei Yaahr!
Pohnpeian – Peren en Krismas & Peren en Parakapw
Polish – Wesolych Swiat i Szczesliwego Nowego Roku.
Portuguese – Boas Festas e um feliz Ano Novo
Punjabi – Nave sal di mubaraka
Pashto – Christmas Aao Ne-way Kaal Mo Mobarak Sha
Q’anjob’al – chi woche swatx’ilal hak’ul yet yalji Komami’
Quechua – Sumaj kausay kachun Navidad ch’sisipi & Mosoi Watapi sumaj kausay kachun
Quiche’ – Dioa kkje’ awuk’
Rapa-Nui – Mata-Ki-Te-Rangi & Te-Pito-O-Te-Henua
Rarotongan – Kia akakakaia te Atua i runga i te rangi Teitei,
e ei au to to teianei ao, e kia aroaia mai te tangata nei.
Rengma – Anu keghi Christmas nu amapi kethighi wa salam pi nthu chupenle
Rheto-Romance – Bella Festas daz Nadal ed in Ventiravel Onn Nov
Romani – Bachtalo krecunu Thaj Bachtalo Nevo Bers
Romanian – Craciun fericit si un An Nou fericit!
Rongmei – Mei kathui nata neila mei Khrisrmas akhatni gai mei tingkum kathan tu-na arew we
Roviana – Mami tataru Kirisimasi koa gamu doduru meke qetu qetu vuaheni vaqura ia
Russian – Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva i s Novim Godom
Salar – YangI yilingiz gotlI bulsIn!
Sambal – Maligayang Pasko at Masayang Ba-yon Taon!
Sámi – Buorit Juovllat ja Buorre Oddajahki
Saamia – Muwule Omwaka Enjaya
Samoan – Ia manuia le Kilisimasi ma le tausaga fou
Sango -Gloire na Nzapa na ndouzou aho kouè, Na siriri na ndo sessé na popo ti ajo so amou nguia na Lo.
Santali – Raska nawa Serma
Saramaccan – Nuan wan suti jai o!
Sardinian – Bonu nadale e prosperu annu nou
Scots Gaelic – Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ur!
Secoya -Sihuanu’u Ejaerepa aide’ose’ere & Sihuana’u huaje ametecahue
Semandang – Selemat gawai Natal
Seneca – a:o’-e:sad yos-ha:-se:’
Serbian – Sretan Bozic. Vesela Nova Godine
Sicilian – Bon Natali e Prosperu Annu Novu !
Sinhala – Subha nath thalak Vewa. Subha Aluth Awrudhak Vewa
Slavey – Teyatie Gonezu
Soga – Mwisuka Sekukulu
Songe – Kutandika kua Yesu kuibuwa! & Kipua kipia kibuwa!
Sorani – Newroz le to Piroz be
Sorbian – Wjesole hody a strowe Nowe leto.
Somali – ciid wanaagsan iyo sanad cusub oo fiican.
Sotho/North – Mahlatsi a Matswalo a Morena le Ngwaga o Moswa
Sotho/South – Litakalerso Tse Monate Tsa Kere Semese Le Mahlohonolo a Selemo Se Secha
Slovakian – Vesele Vianoce a stastny novy rok
Slovene – Vesele bozicne praznike in srecno novo leto
Sorbian – Wjesole hody a strowe Nowe leto
Spanish – Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo
Sranan – Wan switi kresneti nanga wan bun nyun yari!
Subanen – Piak Pasko Pu Piag Bago Tawn
Sudanese – Wilujeng Natal Sareng Warsa Enggal
Suena – Kerisimsi kokopai
Surigaonon – Malipayon na pasko sanan bag-on tuig!
Swahili – ºKrismas Njema Na Heri Za Mwaka Mpyaº
Swazi – sinifisela khisimusi lomuhle nemnyaka lomusha lomuhle
Swedish – God Jul och Gott Nytt År
Tagalog – Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon
Tahitian – Ia ora i te Noere e ia ora na i te matahiti ‘api
Tagakaulu – Madyaw Pagsalog sa Pagka-otaw ni Jesus & Aw mauntong na bago Umay!
Tala Andig – Maayad ha pasko daw bag-ong tuig
Tamazight – Asseggwas Ameggaz
Tarifit – Asuggas Asa’di
Tamil – Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal
Tanaina – Natukda Nuuphaa
Tasmanian – munto ag lag unti frinto ling dum ach tak
Tayal – Pqaquasta ta. Pquasta hentang na Jesu
Telugu – Christmas Shubhakaankshalu & Nootana Samvatchara Subhakanshalu
Thai – Suksan Wan Christmas lae Sawadee Pee Mai
Tlingit – Xristos Khuwdziti kax sh kaxtoolxetl
Tok Pisin – Meri Krismas & Hepi Nu Yia
Tokelau – Ke whakamanuia te Kirihimahi & Tauhaga Fou fiafia
Tonga – Kristo abe anduwe muciindo ca Christmas
Tongan – Kilisimasi Fiefia & Ta’u fo’ou monu ia
Toraja – Salama’ Natal & Selama’ taun baru
Trukese – Neekirissimas annim oo iyer seefe feyiyeech!
Tshiluba – Diledibua dilenga dia Mfumu – Tshidimu tshipia – tshipia th silenga
Tswana – Keresemose o monate le masego a ngwaga o montsha
Tubetube – Yayaliyaya Yesu sikabi kaiwena
Tumbuka – Kristu wabe namwe munyengo ya Christmas
Turkish – Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun
Tutchone/Northern – Ut’ohudinch’i Hulin Dzenu & Eyum nan ek’an nenatth’at danji te yesohuthin ch’e hadaatle sh’o
Ukrainian – Veseloho Vam Rizdva i Shchastlyvoho Novoho Roku!
Umbundu – Natale, Natale, Oyo O Natale & Eteke Lio Bowano, Illimo Ciwa
Urdu – Naya Saal Mubarak Ho
Uvean – Italo fa ide tau fou nei eseke
Uyghur – YanghI yiling ahlqIs bolgey!
Valencian – Bon Nadal i millor any nou
Vespi – Rastvoidenke i Udenke Vodenke
Vietnamese – Chuc Mung Giang Sinh – Chuc Mung Tan Nien
Votian – Yvaa rashtagoa! & Yvaa uutta vootta!
Waray-Waray – Maupay nga Pasko ngan Mainuswagon nga Bag-o nga Tuig!
Warlpiri – Miri Kirijimiji & Nyuntunpa Ngurrju nyayirni yapa
Welsh – Nadolig LLawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda
Yup’ik/Central – Alussistuaqegcikici
Yupik/Siberian – Quyanalghii Kuusma & Quyangalleq Nutaghamun Aymiqulleq
Xhosa – Siniqwenelela Ikrisimesi EmnandI Nonyaka Omtsha Ozele Iintsikelelo Namathamsanqa
Yiddish – Gute Vaynakhtn un a Gut Nay Yor
Yoruba – E ku odun, e ku iye’ dun!
Zarma – Barka da Issa hay-yan hann & Barka da djiri barey-yan
Zaza – Newroz’a tu Piroz be
Zia – Kerisimasi wosewa
Zime – El ma ka bar vra aso vei Lu & El ma ka kim na mireu
Zulu – Sinifesela Ukhisimusi Omuhle Nonyaka Omusha Onempumelelo
Said goodbye to my vintage Webb Lawnmowers today. They've been such a joy to use over the years and the sound transports me back to my childhood in the 50's/60's. I've donated them to The British Lawnmower Museum in Southport, Lancashire. www.lawnmowerworld.co.uk
The Nissan Prairie could be said to be pretty much the first purpose build MPV, first going on sale in Europe in 1981. Originally branded Datsun, the Nissan name was applied after 1985. The original design of vehicle was also groundbreaking in that it did not have a B pillar between the front and rear doors, both doors locking into the roof. Whilst an innovative idea, motoring reviewers of the day suggested that this design caused a worrying flex of the body when cornering at speed, and so it was redesigned for the 1986 model revision. These vehicles were a favourite on the late 80's school runs of my youth, taking over from the likes of the Talbot Rancho and Volvo 240 as middle class child movers - they were contemporaries of the Volvo 740 estate and early Renault Espace models outside the Home Counties school gate. The vehicle shown here appears to be a late Series 1 model, first registered in September 1985 and featuring the aforementioned lack of B pillar, allowing full access to both sides which has led to it's continued use as a load lugger for a neighbourhood cycle store. According to the DVLA MOT check this vehicle has spent some time off the road after a pretty disasterous MOT fail in 2010 the rectification of which no doubt involved considerable amounts of underbody welding. Noted also several times is 'passenger seats removed' indicating it's continued use as a load lugger.
©2009 Tenley Clark Photography.. All Rights Reserved.
she's got killer eyes!
*I replaced this with a color version. My mom said she liked it better =) *
I said I'd get this done by the end of the week :D Anyways, sorry if the pic is a little blurry, I blame my phone .___. Good news though, with the money I've made from commissions you guys have been making, I bought a new camera and it should be coming in soon :D So as for updates on Gregor, I've added tally marks and made them as accurate as I could to the actual tally marks on Gregor, they're not random. I added the symbol on his chest plate as well as making the shoulder pads more accurate. Let me know what you guys think! If you fave, comment too please!
Oh, on another note, the prizes for my contest will be posted tonight.
Our paths crossed inside the Dollar Store as we were checking out, me with some stationery supplies, and he with some chocolate bars.
I couldn't help but compliment him on his impressive mustache and he seemed to enjoy the recognition. He said old-fashioned mustaches like his are not that common any more and that there is an annual event in Germany devoted to the mustache. He hopes to attend one year soon.
I mentioned my photo project and asked if he would participate. He gave a friendly "Sure. Why not?" Meet Larry.
I made a couple of portraits with my cell phone just outside the store and asked Larry to tell me a bit about himself. He said he made a somewhat impulsive purchase of the Polar Princess, a tour boat in Northern Ontario. He said it is currently on a flatbed truck in Moosenee and that he must get up there before too long and decide what to do with it since it is now a target of vandals.
Larry grew up all over the place because his father was a career military man. He rattled off a string of places he has lived, one of which was Bermuda. His father's final assignment was here in Kingston so Larry attended Queen's University. He got an Arts degree, then a Nursing degree, and finally an MBA. He spent his career in the health care field. I made referenced to the challenges that exist in the local health care field and he said "Don't get me started or we would be standing here all day. Suffice it to say, like most things, it could be better run."
I found out Larry is leaving Kingston in a couple of weeks for Mesa Arizona where he is taking ownership of a recreational vehicle. "Another somewhat impulsive purchase, par for the course with me" he said with a smile. "I guess I'll do some travel in it."
I asked him what advice he would give his younger self. He thought for a moment and with a mischievous smile said "Don't mistake sex for love." We both chuckled.
I gave him my project card and he gave me his email address so I can send him a copy of his photo.
In parting, Larry said he appreciated the way I seem to like people and said it was nice meeting me. Unexpectedly, he reached into his pocket and handed me one of the chocolate bars he had been purchasing inside when we met. I said I appreciated it and wished him well.
Thank you Larry for being a part of my project. You are my 880th submission to The Human Family Group on Flickr.
More street portraits and stories can be seen at:
That which God said to the rose,
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
He said to my heart,
and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
Rumi
It ought to stop messing about with shorter skirts and wear a proper length, and a nice slip so here it is.
A mosque, lit up for the evening in Sidi Bou Said, Tunis, Tunisia. We were on our way to the top of that neighborhood to have dinner at a restaurant.
I was flipping through images while my 4 year old was watching and when I passed this one. She said... "oooohhhh.... she is pretty! What's her name?" I told her that her name is Olivia and she got really angry and said, "What?! Why did Olivia get to grow up already and I am still so tiny?" She has a little friend named Olivia at school and I guess doesn't quite understand that there isn't just one person with that name.
Left to right:
Random Assassin #1 - 'Nuff said. :P
Silver Monkey - Inspired by [Skatersponge]. And no, he isn't an OC, this guy is an offical DC Character (whilst his name is quite weird...)
Black Arrow - Reason he's called Black Arrow, and not Merlyn, is beccause in my GA stories, his name wil be Black Arrow (Ollie gives him that name). I quite like this design. Based off Arrow, and various comic versions.
Ra's Al Ghul - Quite simple design really. I like it TBH, I never liked the version with Burns' suit. Currently don't have a better face, so this will have to do.
Nyssa Al Ghul - I decided to put Nyssa here, instead of Talia, beccause I think Talia get's way too much attention. So anyway, based off her Arrow appearence, cos I think it looked really nice.
Ra's Al Ghul's Personal Guard - Based and inspired by BatmanBeyond117's The Demon's Hand. I got the Shredder set a couple of days ago (it was on Sale, otherwise I wouldn't have bought it. Oh and the old one), and I must say, the Shredder is really useful. Same with the Foot Soldier. So anyway, I played around with a couple of combos and this kinda came out.
Random Assassin #2 - Title says it all. 'Nuff said. :P
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I got Arrow Season 2 Complete Boxset a couple of days ago, and re-watched The League Of Assassin's, Heir To The Demon and Unthinkable (plus of course Suicide Squad, but that isn't the point :P) so I kinda wanted to make some Assassin's. I've actually been working on some others, but if I'll be posting them is another question.
Oh and expect some of these to appear in my GA Stories. ;)
It is said that Alkanet derives from the Arabic word for Henna, and that the plant and its relatives were used for dyeing textiles. Not as you might expect from the Heavenly Blue flowers, but rather from the root. It seems that this radical extract is used for purples and blues if it's made alkaline, browns and reds if acidified.
I'm not entirely sure, but I think our insect probing the white heart of Green Alkanet is a male Red - or maybe even: Henna - Mason Bee, Osmia rufa; distinguishing marks are the long antennae and the white facial hair. But no doubt I'll be corrected by a Flickr Friend if I'm wrong...
'Just living is not enough, said the butterfly, one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower' ~ Hans Christian Andersen
I have said many times that I am a colour junkie! I really am! LOOK at the colours in these blooms! This plant is a combo of purply pink and all the way through to pretty deep blue purple! I HOPE I can get it to survive the winter!
Having said that I'm not sure of this butterflies ID? In the Heliconius family perhaps, but which one?
This one has one white spot on the wings and there were some with two white spots. So confusing. And the Cecil B Day Butterfly Center at Callaway Gardens does provide a chart of their butterflies but it was incomplete.
Positive ID welcomed!
FIRST the proto's are NEVER for trade
that said I had a good time at brickfair and like i heard
badger is a very generous person!
things that are not in the picture:
BM priest
a lot of bricks
to Done: do you want a browning or/and a grease gun (color?)
lego major same question ^
panzy boe I have the gangster for you :) do you want a browning / grease gun
It is said that the sun first rises on the continental United States on the summit of Cadillac Mountain in Maine's Acadia National Park. Here, a group of hearty souls have risen to greet the new day.
i am considering re-starting a 365...but i might wait till i can buy a t1i so i can use a remote, unless somebody has any ideas of how to auto focus a 50mm with out being near the camera...so any ideas would be awesome!
explore. #102 i know its silly but still :D
D: flickr said im almost out of room..
The Cafe des Delices near where we had dinner. There were quite a few cafes and restaurants in the area. It is a popular tourist destination.
Aurora is said to be the “antique capital” of Oregon. Some say the reason is because the Oregon Trail ended in Aurora. Others claim that the trail actually ended in Oregon City which is a little south of Portland across the Willamette River. Since the distance between the two is less than 30 miles. For myself, Aurora Mills is a kind of architectural “Disneyland”; part agricultural antique store and part curio outlet. In my college day I had a job running an agricultural mill from 4-midnight during harvest. As a mill enthusiast I have visited old mills from coast to coast from old and crude water wheels to converted monstrosities like this one. Other than this rambling structure there is not much sign that this was ever a mill.
This weekend we said farewell to Crew-1 who left for Earth. We took these pictures of the full Expedition together before they left: Crew-1, Crew-2 and the Soyuz MS-18 crew. It wasn't easy getting us all into the frame but Soichi is an expert! This is not a record for the International Space Station (there have been 13 together on board before) but it was still very full. We have enough air, (recycled) water and food, the main bottleneck was the toilets, there are only two!
Avant le départ du Crew-1 ce weekend, nous avons pris le temps de faire une photo de groupe. 3 équipages (Crew-1, Crew-2, Soyouz MS-18), 11 astronautes : difficile de faire entrer tout le monde dans le cadre ! Ce n’est pas le record du nombre de personnes à bord de l’ISS (13 : superstitieux s’abstenir), mais c'était bien plein. On avait de la nourriture, de l’oxygène et de l’eau (recyclés) pour tout le monde pour un moment… le plus délicat, ce sont les toilettes (seulement deux 😅)
Credits: ESA/NASA
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At Embryo in the gorgeous pond near the "Embryo Tree". Managed to get a few simple pics with my daughter's school comp while I wait for my new XPS. Skin is Megan by Dutch Touch.
Landmannalaugar is a region near the volcano Hekla in the southern part of Iceland's highlands.
The Landmannalaugar area is a popular tourist destination and hiking hub in Iceland's highlands. The area displays a number of unusual geological elements, like the multicolored rhyolite mountains and expansive lava fields, not far from the service center. The many mountains in the surrounding area display a wide spectrum of colors including pink, brown, green, yellow, blue, purple, black, and white. Two of the most popular mountains among hikers are Bláhnjúkur (meaning "blue peak") and Brennisteinsalda (meaning "sulphur wave").
Landmannalaugar is famous for its hiking trails. The most popular routes include the 2 hour hike through the Laugahraun lava field to Mt. Brennisteinsalda ("Sulphur Wave"), the 1 hour hike up Mt. Bláhnjúkur ("Blue Peak") and the 4 hour hike to Ljótipollur crater lake ("Ugly Puddle"). Landmannalaugar can also be the starting point of several longer hiking trails, such as the 3-4 day Hellismannaleið hike by the roots of Hekla volcano and Sprengisandur route for the people who are willing to rough it through the immense volcanic desert.
Landmannalaugar is the usual starting point for a four day long hiking trail aptly called Laugavegur, as the main shopping street in Reykjavík city center is called the same and is referred to the herds of people that walk the trail every day. The name actually means "The Landmannalaugar Trail", "Laugar" being a shortened version for "Landmannalaugar". The usual four day trail ends in Þórsmörk, but one or two days can be added, trekking then all the way to Skógar nearly at the coast via Fimmvörðuháls between the two glaciers Eyjafjallajökull and Mýrdalsjökull.
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I returned to Iceland for my third time there to hike the world’s famous Laugavegurinn (Laugavegur) trek combined with its Fimmvörðuháls hiking neighbour; we went in the south-to-north direction starting in Skógar and finishing our journey in the colorful Landmannalaugar area.
The itinerary was rather straightforward and not surprising: Skógar -> Fimmvörðuháls -> Þórsmörk -> Emstrur (Botnar) -> Álftavatn -> Hrafntinnusker -> Landmannalaugar.
We were quite lucky with the weather except for the Emstrur -> Álftavatn part when we experienced the most horrible weather I have ever encountered during my hiking trips – really strong wind and constant rain made from this part a “survival” odyssey. It is often said that weather is a crucial factor in this hike and our experience from this particular day (and also from the other – beautiful – days) just confirmed that.
This is a shot taken during our final day walk around the beautiful and colorful Landmannalaugar area.
The Wager..
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Prologue
“Sigh, Here goes it then, “he probably is still at that bar” …… I said with a slight hesitation, but with no whine in me voice ( for the record). I then promptly turned away and moved off , wading my way back inside…
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The tale
Ten minutes later …
I finally was able to make an approach up to the long scarred oaken bar, after weaving my way amongst the countless numbers of mingling guests, all dolled up for the evening. So I guess that is why I was not quite successfully keeping my focus on the task at hand that was inadvertently before to me..
Finally reaching me destination, I Ordered an old fashion (with rye ) and sat down next to him and said pleasantly.” how is it going Mate?”
He had been studying the dance floor, but at my greeting sighed and pulled himself away to look me up an down with a rather suspicious eye.
I met his gaze squarely, still smiling, avoiding the impulse to stare at the lit cigarette dangling from his lip. Being a pipe man meself ,I was a wee bit opinioned when it came to sloppy cigarettes smokers, especially those who left the bloody things cheekily in their mouths at all times.
“Wotcher” he said, a bit snidely I thought, since I was just trying to be friendly.
“Do I know you Guv?” He quizzically added.
“ Sorry.” I admitted, “ Thought you looked like a bloke I knew up Manchester way.”
“Not from there am I , guv !” He stated rather dismissively.
I ploughed on… “Well, one can’t always be right, can one?”
“Just getting a drink” I continued,” I see yours is out, whatcha be having ?”
“Highball” he said smartly, and turned back away. For some reason I was not surprised at the blokes drink of choice.
He certainly was most interested in the goings on the ballroom dance floor! I caught the Keeps eye and indicated a refill was in order for my new found ‘mate’.
By then I had mine and I took a long, gloriously settling, sip. “That’s better” I sighed, a bit too deeply probably, but my new acquaintance, with full attention back on the ballroom dance floor, paid my comments no heed.
He hadn’t asked me name, which was fine by me, kept me from having to remember the one I would have had to ‘ave made up. Nor did I care to know this blokes name either, though I was harboring a pretty good guess that it would be a rather recognizable one, either mentopned from the telly or tomorrow’s fish and chip wrappers.
But I could see I had lost the chaps attention….
“Pretty” I said following his gaze.
“What ‘s pretty ?!” he stated sharply, not diverting his watchful eyes.
I noticed that they were a bit shifty, his eyes, like a sly, watchful fox, and that they moved with a rapid constancy. Think a young Trevor Howard with Peter Lorre’s eyes, and you have the chap to a T!
“The dancers, mate” I said, “this lot is dressed rather elegantly tonight!.”
He peeled his eyes off the dancers twirling and swishing about, and turned slowly to me, a bit scornfully , “what did you expect guv, its full dress tonight, that’s why you and I have these monkey suits on, taint it?”
“Indeed sir” , I said agreeably with what I hoped was a winningly sincere voice, though down deep, to meself, I felt this prig deserved anything but politeness. Still I carried on, trying to be friendly.
“That lass in the green is pretty” I remarked, nodding in a direction by the far corner of the floor to where a rather petite lady with black hair, prettily clad in a shiny bit of a green gown, black glasses owlishly perched on her nose, and displaying a rather nice little set of shimmering emeralds, was dancing with a bird like bloke wearin ,of all things, a scarlet red vest.
“Personally, I like the way her emerald jewelry sets off against her gown!”, I added whilst pointed her out…
He had gotten his drink, and I noticed he had half drained it in one gulp, and set it down without a kind word, like say, thank you..! He was on his way to a real bender if he kept up with that pace I thought, eyeing the two other, empty glasses, collected at his elbow on the bar top!
He had gone back to his eyeing of the ballroom’s inhabitants, I could see his eyes flitting about.
“Whasat” he finally said, “The gangly bird dancing with cock robin? Yah,I suppose so.” He snorted at his own remark.
Then looking at me for a long second, he continued on.. “Like her jewels do ya than mate?” he said not bothering to hide the snideness in his comment .. “ Meself, Guv, I notice more than a sweetie’s bloody jewels !” He again chuckled dryly at his presumed wit, I did not choose to join in..
“Occupational hazard I guess, noticing jewelery .” ,I admitted, choosing not to expound on my drinking partner’s opinion, “I own a small jewelry shoppe on the village green.” “Nothing much, but it pays one’s rent.”
That opened him up a bit….
“I guess than a gent like you would prattle on about jewels” “Is that what brings you alone here these evening?” “I aint seen you out dancing with anyone.” There was definitely insinuation behind his words, but, therin, laid a delicate path I dared not explore, lest my incipient plan blew up in my face.
I gave no reply, and after the observation was spoken, let him continue on in his dry, sniping tone that I was beginning to realize was his normal manner of speech!
“So you just want a bit of a peek at what you sell guv?” “ Me, I just like lookin at the whole bleedin package, iffin you get my drift !!”
And giving me a weaselly little grin, he nudged me with his elbow with a mirthless cackling laugh , then turned his attention raptly back onto the thronging occupants of the dance floor..
Spotting a possible opening, I delved into the breach. Sink or swim time.
“So what do you do when you are not attending these rather posh affairs?” I asked, trying to keep a wedge in our conversation. Even though the answer was pretty obvious from the blighters manner of dress, and baby smooth manicured fingers!
“Nuttin” he said through gritted teeth, never diverting his gaze to me, “Don’t hafta work like a regular Git, gets a small allowance from me father don’t I! Not much though, old parental gents are too cheap by half if you ask me, livin in the stone age where moneys concerned!!” He literally spat out the last few words.
“Shame” I sympathetically pretended to agree , “but still”, and raisin my glass, said “cheers to being able to keep a roof over one’s head.”
We both drained our glasses in salute and I ordered another round.
After we were served, my new ‘friend’ , out of the side of his mouth since his eyes were glued back on the ballroom dancers stated wryly, “You like’n them emeralds? Guv ” , and I could see his eyes were again stuck on watching the lady elegantly wearing,( in me own humble opinion), the green satin offset with her brite glittering emeralds. “A bit too mousey for my taste”, He continued, “ole 4 eyes there, still, I wouldn’t say no to admire’in what she has under that shiny dress!” And he let out another little snort at his crude witticism.
Crude apparently being a trademark of all this Bloke’s remarks!
I choose to ignore his rather rude comment, and went on, trying to remain unruffled by my new friends rather blunt outlook on the fairer sex !
“I admire any gemstones that I can sell my dear sir.” I said causally, delicately, “ but there are other things that I will also allow to command my interest.”
“ Wjats you on about then?” He asked, reluctantly taking his eyes from the dance floor and placing his attention fully back onto me, as he looked me over like he had just now noticed I was there!.
I remembered thinking, yeah ya bleedin prig, two free drinks and not a thank you in sight. Picked a winner here, I did! But when I spoke, my words and manner of speech did not betray any of me thoughts.
“Well”, I admitted rather sheepishly, “In my line of work I come across many alerts from the constabulary about ladies who have had jewels come up missing, and asked to keep an open eye out.”
He looked suspiciously at me.. “The bobbies ask YOU about it?” he questioned.
“No” I admitted, “all jewelers receive the same circulars.” “But you see, the thing that peaks my curiosity at these events is to try and catch one in action!”
“Catch one what guv ?” he asked quizzically.
“Thief !“ I announced in a ‘everyone one knows’ tone of voice’,..
“You see lad, a good many circulars describe how ladies lose a bit of their jewelry at functions like these from time to time. It is assumed that the expensive pieces just had bad clasps, but me, I am not so sure that is the case, for it appears to happen far too frequently in these parts!”
“What else would it be guv?” He asked, his sluggish curiosity, finally, peaking !
“Well” I said, leaning in to him rather conspiratorially, “ I have come to a conclusion that there is a fraction of thieves out there that are able to lift jewels being worn by ladies, like these being worn here tonight, without being caught in the act! And I attend functions like these on the off chance to see if my thesis is correct.”
“Thesis?” my rather cheeky friend asked, not getting the drift. “
I sighed inwardly, thinkin entirely to me self that we will be here all evening if I have to explain everything to this most likely privately schooled, but still uneducated Git! I decided to go easy on the verbage with him from now on !
“Theory lad, a belief that, say, our lady yonder in the green frock could possibly be parted from her emeralds by one of her dance partners, if the bloke was of the mindset to acquire them in that manner.”
“And since she wouldn’t be suspecting it, said dance partner may have an eye for her necklace, and slip the emeralds away from around her very throat without her even noticing, until he was either long gone, or the emeralds returned to her !” I explained calmly.
“ You sayin guv?” “ that that swarmy cock robin bloke dancin with that skrawny 4 eyed bird, may be after her necklace?”
“Rot!” he smirked , taking his eyes off of the couple and onto me , “nigh impossible to do such a thing!”
“Besides”, he continued on, “ If someone was that interested in her jewels, why not just follow her out and do a complete job of it !?”
“A lot more risk involved being caught doin it that way Mate, not to mention it being rather obvious that she is being robbed! No, to do it this way a thief could come away scot free with the goods without any suspicions falling upon himself.” I stated in a quite logical tone of voice.
“But, a bloke would have to be a rather quick fingered one, like a pickpocket wouldn’t he now?” He questioned, his eyes back on the dancing couple.
And have someone to practice on, I thought to meself before answering…
“Nay my good sir,” I assured, “I think it could be done by the most common of thieves, I bet even non-thieves like you or I could do it with some success!”
“Blimey mate, your still half cracked barmy for even thinking that way!”
He sneered, but I saw him take a long, speculative look at the green satin clad lady, being waltzed merrily along the dance floor, completely unawares that she and her nicely shimmering emeralds had become such a rather unscrupulous topic line of speculation!
“Ten quid lad!” I said quietly under my breath.
“Whots that then mate?” He perked up while addressing me quizzically, “Tenner for what?”
“Ten quid Says I could lift that particular lady’s pretty necklace straight away, and not be caught out in the process?”
He thought about it for one long minute, finishing his drink in the meantime. “Don’t know guv, Bobbies may frown upon that!”
I countered, trying to set the hook in deep, figuring a bit of creative lying would be in good order to ease away his concerns.
“Not if I don’t get caught lad, and that necklace is only a cheap imitation. She probably got it out of a cracker jack box ,and being chintzy, she wouldn’t be surprised at the clasp breaking away an it falling as she danced, if sayin she would happen to noticed my amateur attempt, would she now?”
I could see he was mulling something over as I spoke, as his limp cigarette was bobbing up and down still clamped in his pursed lips. It was certainly a long time coming together, this blokes imaginary skills!
He finally nodded towards the lady in green, happily being swished around the dance floor in all of her innocence bliss, her emeralds making a nice show of it, sparkling on like they were , just crying out to be noticed and admired, which they were, and perhaps soon that sparkling cry would be hushed by an admirer !
“Suppose that gangly 4 eyed bird looks gullible enough to try it out on. Probably too shy, so won’t make too much fuss when she catches you trying!” He looked at me. “ And make no mistake bloke , you will be caught… and then I wouldn’t know you from Adam ! Make it two for one guv, and you are on a bet!” He snarked..
And like that, the hook was set ! Though, blimey, I had seen carp from the ‘Myths’ finally taking bait with less subtly!!
“Capital!” I acknowledged, “I like a good challenge!”
I arose, straightening my jacket and tie, and looking at the lady wearing the green gown, I commented, half encouraging to meself, “You are on lad!” And marched myself off to the dance floor.
The current song was ending and I caught up with my quarry as she began nicely swishing her way off the dance floor.
I had observed she had been dancing with several different partners , making that note after she had first attracted my interest, and saw she was now, once again, alone.
Laying fingers gently upon a green satin clad shoulder, I gently touched her from behind. She turned and with a rather fetching demure look ,caste me a pair of questioning hazel coloured eyes. Said eyes were rather enticingly enlarged by being behind the thick lensed black glasses she was wearing.
“Care to dance?” I asked, with some earnest, after all ten quid is ten quid!
She smiled, laying upon me an aire of innocence that rather took me aback for an instance…,then said sweetly “I am a bit worn out just now sir”
My heart dropped down to my feet at that!
Seeing my disappointment, then she continued with a perked smile, placing a gloved hand to her throat and playing with the very necklace, one which decidedly, despite my earlier comments, would not have come from a crackerjack box!
“I be guess ‘in that I can’t see what harm one more dance could do, would it then ?”
She spoke with a rather soft sort of Irish brogue, that was second generation at best, but had me hooked with its lyrical lilt! “Brilliant!” I said with heartfelt meaning, and led her back to the wooden dance floor as the orchestra was getting ready to start playing again.
A slow dance started up and I took her in my arms, keeping a discreet, friendly distance between us.
We made small talk, though I avoided talking anything about jewelry. Trying to think like a thief, I was figuring in me mind that if the plan was to be carried out with success, I, and my victim, needed to stay well away off the subject of the jewels she was wearing!.
I did, however, manage to steal several discreet glances at her necklace, a pretty thing, thin gold chain, set with a single row of emeralds divided by small sparkly chips of diamonds. It had a loose lay around her neck, bouncing easily along their perch, which was just nicely above the girl’s tightly satin clad chest. By the manner in which the necklace was moving about, It should slip off rather easily, if I was to now be judge of such matters!
After a few random comments concerning the evening’s doings, I complimented her on her pretty hair.
Which it was, pretty I mean, strikingly black, falling softly down to her shoulders where its curled ends swayed with a most delighting motion, not to mention the long emerald earrings that kept peeking in and out as they swung merrily from her hair.
I removed my hand from round her waist and lifted a lock with my left hand in emphasis, taking the opened opportunity to study her necklaces clasp, and to re-set my hand upon her rather sensuous feeling back side, gently laying it nonchalantly just below her shoulder. She appeared not to notice the change.
She ate it up, giggling with pleasure, flicking her hair back, sending the pair of those lovely ,longish earrings sparkling alongside her enchanting face, the whole effect made even more lively with those eyeglass magnified, doe like wide eyes!
She was quite a vexing, most charming thing, my dance partner, and the conversation flowed easily between us. She appeared to be an absolutely sweetly trusting soul, and I, with some slight reservation, made the most of it!
My hand twas still rested upon her back, and I slowly allowed it to travel upwards, watching for any sign of skittishness from my dance partner.
But she continued on chatting away, accepting smiles from me as silent answers , which was just as well, for my mind was set on other things, and any conversation requiring me too think out an answer would have intruded on my concentration, hampering me on the way of acquiring her necklace, and winning the ten quid wager!
Her long satin gown felt like heaven under my fingertips, and I was beginning to become pleasantly mesmerized by the manner in which it fluidly swished and fluttered around us as we danced. I had been waiting for an opening, when I realized that the dance music was in its final chords..
I decided I had go for it now! So I forced out a comment about one of the blokes sitting at the bar ( far from my fellow conspirator!), her eyes sought and found the gent out, then she fetchingly giggled in agreement to my observation.
Meanwhile my fingers had deftly reached up to the end of the gold chain hanging down from her necklaces clasp.
Ever so slowly I had been pulling it down, like one would a lampshade chain, and the whole affair obligingly slithered quite willingly descended on the slick backside of the smooth surface of its’ mistresses conveniently chosen gown, soon placing the clasp in my grasping fingers.
At the same time I was watching the necklace with its flickering emeralds and diamonds, from the front, as her head had been turned towards the bar. I noticed how the necklace was moving up, smoothly slithering along the sleek material of her pretty gown, praying it would not catch and draw her attention! The sparkling little beauty behaved, and gave its’ unawares mistress no fair warning!!
We twirled around and I led her to a far corner where a group of fake trees were clustered, giving me a bit of haven from the possibility of being seen making my final move!
My earlier peek had showed me that I knew the type of her necklaces’ clasp, now wedged in my fingertips, and having worked on many like it, believed this one presented no problem.
So it twas, with surprising ease given me nervousness, the out of sight clasp nicely popped opened, leaving one end of the expensive necklace laying over her shoulder, resting like a shimmery snake in the green grass, as it laid out upon her shiny green gown.
Then, in quick fashion, timing it perfectly as the song ended, I bought her willingly into a friendly hug thanking her, whilst at the same moment whisked away her necklace from around the high neckline of her satin gown, smooth as sliding a melting ice cube across the surface of a piping hot griddle! It easily slipped off, then fell safely away and was securely stowed away into a tux pocket before we had fully broke apart.
Shamelessly I smiled into her eyes. “Thank you luv, that was rather nice of you !” I told her in all sincerity. Removing my left hand from me pocket, and delicately took her green gloved one up to shake!
She looked down at our hands for one brief second, and I eyed the quite glaringly empty spot where her rather fine necklace of emeralds and diamonds had until so very recently had been dangling. Could it really be that easy I thought curiously to meself over it , briefly wondering also what would be in a real thief’s mind at successfully reaching this point!
She looked back up and smiled winningly at me as I innocently looked into her eyes. I could a bit guiltily tell she was truly clueless as to what had just transpired. She chirped back with her rich Irish brogue…” Pleasure was all mine, to be sure, kind sir, thank ye for the quite lovely dance, but now its time for a restin of weary feet ya know.” She slipped her hand, hesitantly I thought, from mine.
And with that she turned and I watched for a rather few elongated seconds as she swished her way off, almost wishing to meself that at the last minute she would notice the necklaces’ absence.
And in me mind I imagined be given a second dance as a reward for finding her lost necklace, or perhaps something even better may come of it …!
But she didn’t notice and was gone, soon melting in with the crowd on the opposite fringe of the wooden dance floor. And all my imaginings evaporated with her…
I found me heart was pounding, and I forced meself to turn away, and head back before any undue attention was given to me, THERE standing there like a loon with the lady’s still warm necklace in me jackets’ pocket! Some thief! We hadn’t even exchanged names, which would have been a quite natural thing to do if one was trying not to appear doing anything out of the ordinary! It’s a wonder she hadn’t noticed and start to wonder… Maybe she was? And I pictured how she had played with the necklace as I had asked her to dance. Blimey, I wasn’t out of the woods yet, was I!.
I made me way quickly to my newly made mate at the bar , intending to collect me winnings.
“That was easy!” I lied as I regained my seat and took a long sip of me drink, trying to appear calm..
“Codswallop” He said unhappily, not bothering to reach for his billfold! “ Knew the twit was gullible, but not that stupid, she never cought on , did she now?”
“Apparently not.” I admitted. “ But it does prove true what I was saying earlier, and if a rank armature like me could pull it off, then just think about what a regular thief could do, rather proved me point, don’t it now!”
“Its not Cricket guv.” Was his response, and he drained his glass and set it down sharply
He singled to the Barkeep by fidgeting with his empty glass, ordering another. Just for himself, apparently buying others a drink was not in this Blokes mindset, as well as paying off his depts.!
“Bye the bye, what do you do now with her necklace guv?” He asked accusingly, looking down at his fresh drink. “Or are you one of them thieves…!?”
“Not hardly sir, I’ll turn it over to security at the door, found it just laying here on the floor don’tcha know sir…” I mimicked.
Then ,with a co-conspirator’s smile, I lied again.. “Like I said me lad, it’s a cheap bit of rhinestones! Otherwise I probably would have been too nervous to accomplish it!”
He hesitated, I could see he was stalling about something, and I rather guessed it was over paying out , on the wager he had lost, which I had hinted at!
Not surprisingly, he avoided my hint, by asking one of his own..“ You think anyone can do what you just did guv?”
“Certainly mate” I said, “Look, she hasn’t even caught on!”
We both looked over at the lady in green. She had reappeared, joining a group at the far end, and no one being actually aware of anything amiss, let alone her own innocent self! Though I had to admit that I found the necklace’s absence from around her throat quite a glaring concern… But I remained calm about it ! The longer she took to notice, the less likely she would connect its loss with our dance, I reasoned with meself, almost feeling into the part of a suave jewel thief one see’s acting out on the telly…!
Turning to my co-conspirator, I said, half to convince me self, “I tell you lad, women think their jewels are safe whilst being worn. The last thought any of em would suspect is that someone can lift their jewels off and be away..! That’s my theory on how thieves with light fingers could operate on in my humble, uneducated opinion, and manage to get away jewels for keeps, not just to win ten quid on a bet!”.
I could tell that something was churning about in my now, quite liquored, friend’s narrow mind.
He turned his eyes away from the lady in shiny green gown, .. “Okay guv, You got away with it, but would youn be willing to double your winnings that It could be done again by you, say what?”
“Tell you what lad” I said turning the heat up on the situation. “ Lets make it more interesting, raise the ante to fifty on you trying it yourself next, victim of your choosing, and I will double it if you come clean away?!”
He picked up his drink, taking thoughtful sips, still studying my face, as his mind continued churning things about… “Actually guv, 100, two to one , that how sure you are I could do it? “
I whistled softly under me breath for emphasis, ”That’s about all I have !” I replied, appearing a bit hesitant.
“Com’on Guv, a rich jeweler like yourself!” He nudged me again, and let out a snide cackle, the cigarette still dangling from a sneering lip.
“Anyting but rich mate, but you are on!” I pulled out my notecase and counted out £ 100 in a pile, letting him see the thick wad of notes remaining ! “ Yours I said, if you dare try and are successful!”
And I shook is hand, watching a rather foxy grin spread all over his weasley face ,he openly drooled over the healthy pile of pound notes, his sodden cigarette bouncing up and down quite vigorously in his pursed lips.
Not a good poker player, are ye lad I thought to meself, keeping my face in an easy grin that no way betrayed what I was thinking !
I continued on..
“Whom do you have in mind?” I asked looking around with a conspirator’s aire?”
Soon I spied a rather easy mark of a gangly young lass, admirably wearin a tawny coloured taffeta gown, her tightly worn frock appearing as slick an easy a material to slip away jewelry off of as the green gown my victim was wearing so winningly! And this lass was wearing a simple, longish string of polished pearls, fastened with an uncomplicated hook –in-eye clasp!
I nodded his attention over in her direction, drawing his eyes from the money pile! “That fetchin lass over there in brown, one with them pearls, looks to be an easy enough one, dontcha think?”
He shook his head no, “ Nah, I think that blokes ‘er husband , and he looks a rather nasty git!” As he said this, his now drooping eyes had sought out and been staring at someone else.
“There, that lass in blue near to her!” he smirked, “the one dancing with the prat in white!”
I looked over, and acted as if I had just noticed her, though it had been pretty obvious that she was the one my ‘friend’ had had his watchful eye on all evening. I had just wrote it down to a rather jealous infatuation of a stranger .
She was a diminutive lass, rather provocatively wearin a short sky brite blue dress of sleeky silk, tightly outlining her not too un eye pleasing figure.
She was also openly sporting a nice collection of diamonds!
Authentic diamonds consisting, of a rather eye catching bib like, 3 tiered blazingly rippling necklace with matching earrings and bracelet, all glittering and sparkling with priceless prickles of colourful fire as she moved about. She also was wearing a vulgarly large diamond on her pinky, but all her other fingers were bare.
I kept mum about her jewels being risky real, and I wished him good luck, whilst appearing somewhat doubtful he could pull it off.
Because, for one, mine at least obligingly had her necklace laid entirely along the collar of her gown, but this one in blue had a ruffled scooped collar, her necklace laid out above totally on the bare skin of her throat!
Granted the skin glistened with a bit of sweat, which may make it a bit more doable, but mine had been entirely resting upon her green gown, never touching her warm flesh with it’s cooler gems!
This one, I wouldn’t have picked her for a first attempt! Not even a second or third attempt. It would take a master thief ( if they actually existed) to lift away that necklace off from a girl dressed as such! And in spite of all my assurances to my drinking mate, he was no master at anything, even sober, the caddish prig..!
That money may be as good as mine, if I could pry his hands from it!!
But, in the seconds that me mind played this out, he had quickly gotten up and beelined to her, cutting in abruptly and sending her dance partner wearing the unfortunate white tux, scuttling off.
Subtly , not! I thought, bull in a china shop that one!
I watched with wonder as they danced, the smoke from his limp dangling cigarette blowing hazy smoke into her face, and she scrunched her nose unhappily each time he did so.
He made her dance close, and had wrapped one hand, snake like, up and around her bare shoulder, his lips whispering close in her ears. She looked rather like a skittish colt, but surprisingly appeared accepting of her unfortunate fate of a dance partner.
But, by Jove, despite all his cheekiness , lack of sophistication and his victims unease, the twit actually started to pull it off!
His hand travelled up along her backside until it reached flesh and gruffly trying to pry open her necklaces jeweled clasp.
I really don’t know how she never felt it.
But, apparently, she didn’t and before one could blink (or wince), he had the jeweled clasp worked opened and had pulled the glittering necklace of diamonds up and over her shoulder!
His backside was now to me, and I watched the necklace, like a shimmering waterfall, drip dangling down from his fist behind her, its glittering diamonds back-dropped nicely by the blue coloured slick material of her dress.. Surprisingly, no one else saw it in the seconds before he managed to stow it roughly away in a side jacket pocket !
I watched him turn her around in his arms until he was able to make eye contact with me, and I saw him give me quite the ‘thumbs up’ look of triumph.
He then abruptly left her ,not even botherin to finish the song even, the twit was that much in haste!
And in that haste to make it back to the money pile, pretty much plowed over the green gowned lass, whose purloined necklace was now residing in my pocket! I reached into that pocket and reassuringly felt that necklace with me fingers as I watched.
Now, so abrupt was the encounter on the dance floor, that the poor lass’s glasses were knocked off, and she stumbled against him as she bent down to retrieve them.. He pushed her unsteady figure aside, as she looked up to him for unoffered assistance, causing her to fall onto her knees. As others came to her rescue, he walked away without a backwards glance, and came over to me, smirking widely with a pouncy, self-satisfied look upon his ( rather punch able at that point ) smug face.
Pay it up lad he said with a rather churlish grin… and I uneasily picked up the thick pile of notes and handed it to him. Than pulling out my notecase, extracted another £ 100 and handed it over also.
Apparently, he had all but forgotten the tenner he owed me for my venturous efforts earlier, but I let that sleeping dog lay quiet like.
“Nicely done.” old chap I freely lied , “Don’t forget to turn it in, im sure the lady will eventually be a missing that pretty piece.”
“No worries guv, she’ll get it back in due course!” and he slapped me on the backside as he gleefully counted my £ 200 worth of pound notes, looking all the world like a crafty cat who had eaten the gilded canary!
He was so sure of imself during the whole endeavor that I suppose warning bells should have been going off like gangbusters , but I gave no outward sign, my demeanor remaining icy calm, not an easy trick I will say at that place and time!.
I Just causally rose, and shaking his greasy, sweaty palm ( the one not tightly holding me money), lied again by sayin “ Smartly played”, and in turning, Saw that the diminutive lass in blue was gone from the scene, and so also missing appeared to be my lass in green with the thick glasses.
“Pity.” , I said to meself, would have liked to have ad a final look over at her, and her fine green clad figure , lit under those dance floor lights one last time…!
So, I just continued slinking on me way, walked dispassionately off to the far side of the enormous chamber, losing me self in quick fashion back amongst the throngs of gaily dressed, well liquored, unkowin partiers!
I was meaning to leave the premises via a back exit with its patio that led into the hedges surrounding the gardens.
As I went , I passed a non-caring security type on me way.
I did not bother to shatter his bliss him by stopping to hand over a lady’s emerald necklace and taking the time trying to explain how It happened to be in my possession. So with a nod, I just walked casually by, a bloke with nothing to hide by all outward appearances. That was me..
As I went outside, I felt the fresh breeze hit me face, and I breathed it deeply in, finally feeling free of all worries.
The end
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Epilogue ( For clarity ) ….
I headed directly through the gated opening in the hedges, my final objective was reaching to the far side exit of the lengthy garden that led off to the place where my red touring auto was parked.
A bit of a walk, but amongst other things, I always liked my bit of exercise.
I made my way, slowing down a tad and admiring the flowers and rather ornate fountains that made up this hedged in, proper little English garden.
I had one at home behind the cottage, but nothing on this scale, just a brick path amongst some moss rose and lilies, with a rather ancient wrought iron bench overlooking a small stone built pond in its centre.
I found meself automatically reaching for me pipe and pouch, figuring to contemplate with a long smoke as I walked. But immediately though the better of it, time was, after all, still decidedly of the essence.
Soon after I reached my objective, an turned to look behind me, no one else was about! I breathed a sigh of relief, it really was over !
I turned and exited through the back gate,
Suddenly, I was made aware of the sound of a quick swish of something silky, and before I could turn about, a very feminine set of fingers gently grasped my arm. For the briefest parts of a second my mind pictures the young lass in sky blue.
“Ta, my love, I’m here!” a soft voice with a lilting accent whispered cheerily behind me.
I turned and looked again into those rapturing hazel eyes, prettily magnified by her heavy black glasses.
“Ta, here you are indeed !” I enthusiastically agreed, and pulled her up against me, hugging again into her sweet figure, my hands , openly this time, relishing in the splendid feel of her luxuriously soft, shimmery green satin gown, and the warm cuddling figure it encased!!
“Apparently, some turd stole me necklace !” she whispered playfully in my ear, “ ‘ere now! By chance would ya know who the jester is laddie?!”
We broke apart, and as she stood there facing me with a rather smugly coy look about her, one hand on her chest, the other playing along her gowns barren neckline. I gave her ravishing figure a quick once over before my eyes finally coming to rest once again on the empty neckline of her shiny green coloured gown.
“Indeed, I do “ I admitted, patting me tux outer pocket!
She gazed at me as I admitted my sin, a rather lusting look I knew, and melted for over oh so many times past.
Nice to know that feelings were still strong between us after a five year partnership before being married, and now a full 10 years strongly lost in a wedded bliss. And what a lovely bride she had been… and still is for all that matters….!
I think her thoughts were going on about the same lines as mine, and may have led to us being rather a bit naughty right there an then…. But!
But, shaking our heads clear, we both peeked back at the empty gardens, then we looked each other directly in the eyes, and chuckling out loud together , proclaimed in unison, “Let’s get going!”
We forthwith went to the auto, and I helped her in being seated inside our small red coloured touring convertible.
Once she had slithered down, pulled in the loose ends of her long green gown, and nestled into the warm black leather of the seat, I closed her door. I than promptly got in on the right, and fired up the engine into life , and pulled off, leaving the place agreeably, as they say in the olde movies, in our dust..
About a mile down the road I looked up in the rear mirror, no one was following, but then, really why should they?
“Luv, we may actually have gotten away with this one!” I said cheekily.
I turned to my wife and she pulled herself from deep thoughts and smiled winningly, not breaking her gaze from the curving road ahead.
Hush lad, don’t go an spoil this luck.” She tenderly chided.
Her green gloved hands, which had been clasped upon her gown’s shiny lap , opened a little and I peaked at the wild glistening of the 3 tiered bibbed necklace of quite genuine diamonds that lay nestled in her gloved palms.
Whistling, I asked…“I assume that these are from the gents tux pocket ?”
“ Quite she said, and a rather easy pick it twas !”, “ Rather a rude ‘un wasn’t he!” She added, straightening her glasses in remembrance..
“ Yes, most certaintly, the self-centered wealthy young twit ! I said, then added “Absolutely agree on that subject !!”
“It was a good plan!” I continued, “Played out just as you said it would, dearest !”
“Happy out!” My wife agreed, “ when you pointed out her diamonds, I knew that the spoiled missey’s necklace was the best take there by far of the jewels stinglingly being worn by any of the other ladies! And Bob’s me uncle if those weren’t her maters anyways!“
“ Umm I said , possibly a bit too modern a setting for her mother, maybe a filthy rich admirer behind the curtains, so to speak..?”
“Could be luv” she answered studying the brite necklace as it lay piled in her palm, “ but moer’in ah disgustingly rich one than filthy he would be at that !”
Me pretty wife went on… “But, of course the fly in the ointment, was missey’s shadowing brother watching her like a hawk from that barstool! The poor thing couldn’t enjoy herself properly, let alone wander off anywhere alone where a person like m’self could be expected to acquire a bit of them jewels in a proper fashion!!”
Yes I agreed, and she wasn’t drinking, and didn’t appear to be needin to use a powder room, I sighed, so it was all up to me!”
She looked at me, rather meekly.. “So, what better way than to have her brother take them, and obligingly deliver them to us?”
“ I know luv…” I replied … “ at first I was against the idea, especially since it placed me in the spot light!” . I gave her a brief glance…”You, after all my lovely one, are the actress in the family !”
My wife laid a hand upon my shoulder, with a gentle squeeze… “ I was knowin you could do it luv, and the gambit was well worth its outcome if successful, which so far, it has!” She said, basically apologizing for placing me in such unfamiliar waters…
“And it only cost did a mere 200 quid I added triumphantly, for we both knew what the value of those diamonds would mean to the year’s family income!” Letting her also know at the same time there were no hard feelings over anything.. For, as I was to admit to her later in the sanctity of our lovers tryst, it had been rather a fresh spot of thrilling fun!!
My wife squeezed my shoulder quite in happy fashion.. “I think we are done for the weekend my luv, perhaps we should head on towards for home now ?“
“What about the black tie tomorrow night at the regents’castle then Luv?” I asked half curious, referring to the rest of our plans for the outing. “Could do with a few gems other than diamonds to work with.?
“And I thought you still were a wanting the opportunity to play out the ‘Damsel in Distress’ routine we’ve been working on ?”
I stole over a glance as I said this, half hoping I could change her mind and be game for it.
She slipped her arm in mine and drawing her sweet self close to me murmuring, purposefully deepening her rich Irish brogue, purrngly said ..”I think we have done a rather good bit of business for this trip laddie!”
“Not often we have a big score this early! And its more’in enough laddy of mine, that we can afford to skip over the other things for now? New routines can wait, Dontcha agree wit me now m’ lad?” She ended with a hopeful beckoning sorta look , a winning weapon that most wives are quite adept at using from their wily arsenal of emotional tugs….
As me wife looked up into my eyes before continuing , I automatically smiled, never being one to resist that type of bait….
“That’s it than, I can see you agree, Darling, On Home to Badger’s Drift it is now!”
“And If you be wanint any more jewels stolen, you can continue to practice on me!” she had leaned up and over, as she whispered cheekily, her lustily breath tickling my ear as a long jeweled earring intentionally was allowed to hit me alongside a cheek.…!!!
“ OK, Let’s not press our luck on , correct me fine lass!” I stated in agreement…and , feeling a familiar tingling start down between me legs, responded by letting my foot push the accelerator, causing the purring old engine to rev it up and add a bit of speed to our journey!
I stole a glance upon the glistening gems piled up in her lap, as they rested majestically upon thier sleek bed of green. The taunting little darlings !
“Some nice dimonded set rings and earrings coming out of that lot, and that’s pure silver they’re setting in if I’m guessin right, when all has been said and done, we should find a right nice little nest egg ,my sweet!” I appraisingly observed.
“And a wee diamond bracelet for me efforts, luv?” Asked meekly the sole apple of my eye with a pleasingly euphoric grin… “ I can use it as part of the Damsel in Distress act you are so eager to get on with!” She promised eagerly to seal the deal.
I happily nodded my acquiesce.
I then heard me wife beside me exhale a long , deep breath while reaching up and pulling down the visor and glanced at herself into the mirror.
I than heard her say..” Have a watch for passer byes willa luv?”
From the corner of me eye I saw her gently lift up the diamonded necklace and fasten it around her throat, letting it dangle down whilst admiring the rather dazzling, quite eye catching results.
In a far off, wistful voice she said, “I guess I do now feel it’s a bit of a waste to have bothered being this dressed up for an evening and not stopping anywhere else?”
I felt a sudden rise as I anticipated where her thoughts may be leading upon at the moment “
“ Ya know mw love, we are going to be passing that muggy little bar on the wharf, the one we had a stop in on our last excursion, and…” She let her voice trail off, and I knew it was for me to continue.
“Care to stop in again for a final drink an our way home ?” I asked hoping I was right on the subject. “ And you can minx the natives with your finery..? Sounds like a plan me dearest!” I added, with a wholehearted voice of agreement
“Indeed sir, stop in for a bit of sup, a nip , then you can have a pull at your pipe and tell me how pretty I look!” She said all this whilst still watching the reflection of the diamonds in the newly acquired necklace screaming out their flickering brilliance in the mirror....
“A Jewel in the rough indeed you will be in there amongst the rather dicey patrons at the Poet and the Peasant Pub.” I said.
Brilliant she said, leaning into me, giving me an eyeful down the front of her rather perked features, now again tightly outlined the green satin gown as she grasped me arm!
My eyes also took in the emblazoned diamonds dripping down from her throat , my eyes winced at the brilliant fiery sparkles of the magnificent necklace! From a distance they had stood out exquisitely from around the lass in blue’s throat, but up this close they were almost too bloody dazzling !
I knew full well along what lines my wife was half fancifully conniving about deep in her desires… And wearing that squinty necklace out was at the center of them !!
I chuckled , knowing we both knew it would be a folly on, oh so many levels, to flaunt about any jewels my wife and I had managed ‘acquiring’ in such devious ways whilst out and about on our occasional jaunts we made into the publics realm for such related purposes..!”
But I decided to make sure by saying… “But you know my sweet , best not wear those diamonds…
“Righto party pooper!” she teased, “I really wasn’t planning on bragging them about….You recall why dontcha now.!”
Breaking away she slipped back into her seat, with a deep sigh of rememberance, before contemplating somberly with a shiver..
“But then, ending an evening in me pretty dress by being lured out and waylaid in a back alleyway by those thievin ruffians once in me life was enough, a second time may spoil the currant mood a bit anyhow, not to mention the loss of these pretties you worked so hard for, husband of mine!!”
Out of the corner of an eye I had watched her unhappily undo the fiery necklace and place it back into her smooth lap, and then, as she spoke, opening the cars glove case.
My wife reached in and popped open a small secret panel in the back. Pulling out a small black velvet pouch, she carefully poured the sparkling necklace inside, then placed the plump pouch back inside the hidden niche, and securely closed the secret panel. I heard her sigh unhappily as she did so….. and knew her mind was heading into a darker corner of past experiences…
“Tell you what me luv, how bouts I make a close copy in emerald rhinestone of that necklace and matching earrings, if you wish, and we can add it to your Damsel In Distress props, along with your new bracelet?”
“Oh My Good Lord Luv, would you!” she practically shrieked grasping my arm in delight. “ Then once you have ready I will show you some new ideas to the damsel routine I thought off during tonight’s adventure !!”
“Capital!” I said grinning , knowing I had made some rather nice pointers with me lass , and it was always a lark working the bugs out of our routines together!
Finally Letting go of me arm, she sighed with deep heart felt enjoyment , and nestled blithely back in the leather seat, her gown rustling its song sweetly into my ears. She turned her head smiling mischievously at me, as, reaching down beside her, she brought up her emerald necklace that I had originally held hidden in me pocket.
“These will do the trick just as well anyways. “ she said, looking into the mirror with a smirk as she put them back on in the position they had started out the day place there by me.. “ Shouldn’t have married a pickpocket luv, let it be a lesson to ya, she smirked as she adjusted and admired the effect glittering emeralds draped around her neck.
Then my wife flipped back up the vanity mirror and turned happily to face me.
“So tis agreed all around then! Stopping at the Poet and the Peasant pub for supper and a nipper, than its off home to the Drift we go !“ She exclaimed this merrily, and with that she happily pulled off from their perch, the owlish glasses she had been disguisedly wearing and carelessly flipped them into the back jump seat.
Then,reaching up into her hair , undid her matching twin emerald clips (placing them with a smirk into my now empty tux jackets pocket),and pulled off her shoulder length black wig, allowing her longish hair, the natural colour of sunset cerise, to freely cascade down from its long held ,tight bindings of a bun… The wig soon joined in with the discarded glasses.
Again exhaling a proper sigh of satisfaction, I heard her promise , while watching the road ahead, “Once home We can then have a proper dance in celebration!”
“In the garden I asked hopefully?”
“ Yes you turd, in the garden…then ! But I stay fully dressed in me gown, this time right lad!? It’ll still possibly be twilight and passing neighbors may well see me prancing about in nuthin but a slinky whisp of a slip if you had your way !”
“Not daylight forever my sweet I said with conviction, and I feel a long dance… and snifter of brandy are in order.…!”
“And a bit more practice lifting me necklace, after your rather amateurish attempt tonight You could use it!” she sweetly chided, her hand reaching up and squeezing my arm. “But no worries, with my training I will make a proper thief of you yet luv! Just think of the possibilities…. !”
I could tell her mind was going somewhere with and I just waited for it…..
She turned towards the passenger’s window, looking out at the passing countryside….
“Remember Luv, later that same frightful night, the blonde tart in the green and black with the randy boyfriend? I sweetly lifted her pretty bracelet, but I still remember how close I twas to that rather decadent pendent she was flaunting about in everyone’s mug that night. What I would have given to ave had the opportunity to take it away with us! But what if you could have ad a dance wit her, with my skills. That necklace would have been peeled off that sully miss’s shiny blouse with no bother atoll!”
“I don’t know about that, my lover, after all being a plain shoppe jeweler is quite exciting in itself, wouldn’t you agree!” I wryly retorted, teasingly…..
Than added an afterthought….
“But than again , why should you always be the one havin all the fun my lass!”
“Always the spotter and never the Grooms man probably could make one a bit of a bore “
I stole a grinning glance at her, and she turned to face me while playfully sticking out her tongue at me …. “
Words well-spoken my kind, thievin sir !” she then brightly teased, subtly poking me in the ribs, while giving me the most wicked of instigative winks!!
“We’ll have you slippin off me necklaces, bracelet , brooches and such in no time, won’t we now.!” She said britley into the mirror . She had retrieved an old camels hair brush from the autos compartment and was working on her longish red hair, bathed as it was caught the sunlight, making things ready.
I steadfastly put my eyes fully back on the road. “ I assume you don’t mean just slipping ‘em off while dancing?” I said mysteriously, not bothering at that time to explain the rather interestingly enticing paths of thoughts her statement had thrust in me imagination.”
A long ,knowingly enduring sigh, was all I received in form of an answer from my pretty lass , blissfully squirming about in the seat beside me, her long gown whispering its silken murmer!
We sped off, soon putting many miles between us and the soon to be quite surprised, rather mangy cigarette slobbering, empty pocketed blighter !
The snarky brother to the now strikingly bare necked lass in the blue silk dress , whose extravagant necklace would soon appear on a flyer announcing yet another mysterious vanishing of a ladies jewels!!! ….
Good riddance to ‘em, I said under me breath and turning off the main road, drove on down towards the harbor front.
Fini….
For now
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Always looking for fresh plots to place my characters in. If an idea comes to mind using this husband and wife team, by all means , drop a line. Or better yet, every permission given to steal them for a story and photo op of your own!
All that is asked is that any efforts be placed in our group to receive proper acknowledgements !
This poor girl was getting really tired of this male chasing her all over the place and finally started fighting back. I wish you could hear all the growling and grunting they were making while fighting. This happened right after the chase picture I posted earier and they were not very far away from us.
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So, I was searching for quotes about love because of the graffiti on the wall behind me, and I came across this one below. I read it again, as I have before and the truth of so many of the things he said struck a cord with me. The thing is that Bob Marley said "only once in your life" this happens. I really hope he's wrong about that and that I'm lucky to have this kind of love in my life again.
I hope you're having a great weekend!! Mine is full, full, full and all photography-related, so that's fun!! I had a senior session this morning that went really well and I'm off shortly to go do head shots at my brother's lodge tonight. And tomorrow I'll be assisting on a fashion shoot with my friend, Pete.
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
~ Bob Marley
Hadley just said this may be my best batch yet. Now to pack them up to share. One of my friends is a hairdresser and she is pretty stressed today knowing the Mask Mandate has been lifted here in Texas. She needs a pick-me-up. Another friend had to go a week without water. Trying to give smiles one roll at a time. Well okay, two rolls! 62/365