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My son was helping a friend get the maple sap lines running today. This is not a typical February activity! It usually happens in March. But it was nice to find something vibrant outside. :)
On the Tonlé Sap in Cambodia.
The Tonle Sap in Cambodia is the largest lake in Southeast Asia and one of the richest fishing inland waters of the earth.
It was really impressive.
I shot this through the window of a moving tour bus, so it's not the clearest, but I still think this photo captures the topography of this fresh water lake, the largest in Cambodia, and the vastly shifting water levels. Tonle Sap, Cambodia -- December 12, 2018
In der Blechschüssel oder mit der Seifenkiste über den Tonle Sap.
In a metal bowl or with the soap box across the Tonle Sap.
-mng đều nói rằg trog hình k thể nhìn đc da mình trắg :) đây là điều k thể phủ nhận nhỉ :"> phải nói là tấm nào cũm rấc đen luôg íh :-? lạ thậc =;
-ừ thì e k đẹp, k cute, e cũm k giàu nhưg kiêu căng thì e có thừa :)
-đó chẳg pải là tấc cả nh~ dì các bạn mún nghe từ chính e sao :)
-trc' h e có từg chảnh vs ai thì cho e xl~ nhé :"> nhưg e nghĩ nh~ ng đó xứg đág v. thôi
-với lại ngoài đời e khác hình nhìu lắm nên e k cần mng khen dth* r lúc vô tình gặp thì nói kiểu như ảo qá, v. mà t tg~ xinh lắm....
-sắp HLW r :)! tình hình là h.đó sẽ đi ngôi nhà ma w KT và đi 1 cái dì đó vs bạn Boo :) còn ai mún đi chug thì pm nha
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MUỐN HÉT TO evyatn!!!~
On the Tonlé Sap in Cambodia.
The Tonle Sap in Cambodia is the largest lake in Southeast Asia and one of the richest fishing inland waters of the earth.
It was really impressive.
52 Designs week 14.
This is one more illustration in my continuing series of strange trees.
This one started as just a pun but I hope it has turned into something more.
Best viewed in the big size.
Sap beetle (Nitidulidae), Meligethes sp. 2mm
Place. Sweden, Tumba, 2013-09-15
Nikon D600, bellow Novoflex, lens Reichert A0,25, flash Nikon SB-400 with diffusor. Stack shot of 21 exposures
lo sapevate che le persone del segno dei pesci (io) hanno sbalzi d'umore improvvisi?
e mo che c'entra? boh... :-)
ah, ditemi.. quel "Eva al volante" in nota... che vorrà dire? Pericolo costante? :D
Easter is brought to my back yard this year by the Sap Moon, and birdsong. (Audio at the link, turn on your volume.)
www.deborahjones.ca/2018/03/31/sap-moon-blue-moon-full-moon/
Ordered by a Slovenian operator, requesting a weapon with the power of the 15mm Demolition/Breaching Cannon "Johnny", but with the familiararity of the FN2000. The weponsmiths at Sweetwater hopped on the chance to make the "Johnny" into a weapon more user appealing. This is their result.....
Sweetwater Presision weapons brings you the all new SOF SAP-15 'Reaver', or 'Specialty ammuntion Platform 15mm'. Build from the ground up with new age polymers and titainium the SAP-15 or 'Speciality Ammuntion Platform 15mm' use's a updated version of the 15mm round the "Johnney use's, but put's it into a more "friendly" looking weapon. The round pictured was developed to punch 12 inch holes in steal reinforced concrete at 550 meters. Fed from a 13 round mag the 'Reaver' fires on semi auto only, at a rate of 500 rounds per-minute.
The forgrip of the 'Reaver' slides off to expose a fourth rail. Other types of ammuntion the reaver can fire include; Buckshot, slugs, airburst, and steal penetrators.
*Not advailable for civilian use/purchase*
Credit to, Urab, Warlock, Amy, Wes, Wylee, Fallsteel, Villian, and Beck
!!!COMMENT!!!, Fave, Enjoy.
sấp tới haloween rồi nhe máy bạn
Ai là fen thì mua mặt nạ nhah nhah nha =))
K mua ỡ nhà nhe máy cưng [ Hai Lúa ]
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Ai thích đi chug thì cm cái nhẹ nhoee =))
Đã bn*
31/10
Boy áo den
Girl áo trắng
Chùa = dog
El Sapic es un queso de leche cruda de cabra de pasta blanda y corteza florida, producido por los hermanos Julien y Benjamín Remond, en su “Fromagerie du Pic” situada en Penne, en las gargantas de Aveyron en el departamento de Tarn.
El Sapic se elabora en versión natural o ceniza con carbón vegetal y en forma de árbol de Navidad. El natural posee una corteza, blanca a marfil mientras que en la versión con ceniza su color es grisáceo, es delgada y plisada. Está cubierta con un ligero plumón blanco y está marcada con las estrías de las rejillas en las que los quesos se afinan.
Es un queso suave y untuoso con sabor caprino fresco y dulce, ligeramente salado y acidulado. Sus sabores se intensifican con el tiempo.
¡Debería decorar sus bandejas de quesos para Navidad!
El nombre del queso SAPIC es un acrónimo de "sapin" (árbol) y Pic (el nombre de la quesería).
Chipmunk lapping up tree sap earlier this spring. I had never paid close attention to squirrels and chipmunks gnawing on bark to get sap to flow but for some reason this year I saw so many of them doing this for a brief period. I even managed to get a few photos of this behavior. Sap must be a tasty treat in late winter/early spring!
Barragem do Alvão - Janeiro de 2013
*Para abrir o Novo Ano! :) Tenho pena não ter os "ovinhos", mas como há meses que já não via um anfíbio como este, por isso foi bastante bom!
Watching you walk out of my life hasnt made me bitter or cynical about love , but rather , it has shown me that if i wanted so badly to be with a wrong person , how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along .
• 18.04.2011 •
Lịch thi :
- 20/04 : Địa - Công Dân
- 22/04 : Hóa
- 27/04 : Văn - Lí
- 28/04 : Sinh - Sử
- 29/04 : Toán - Anh
Sắp thi rồi kìaaaaaaa *oa oa* . Mấy môn kia đỡ lo . Còn môn Sử thôi . Rầu nhất môn Sử đấyyyyyy . Phải học hết 8tr thôi . Ôi cái cuộc đời này *hic hic*
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The sap is running out of the Red Maple. I tasted it, it's quite tasteless. Apparently, it takes 10 Gallons of Maple Sap to make 1 Quart of Maple Syrup.
scary. these guys scale up the trunks of the trees to attach small pots to collect dripping sap at the top. the sap is then used for everything from candy to alcohol. myanmar, march 2009
This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.
The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.
According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."
These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."
The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.
I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.
There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.
Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.
The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]