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Splash Page Photo of the character, Prince Lexington Jelani from my Sanquinolency series.
Taken at Victorian London - Time Portal
I'd also like to thank Jo Yardley for the gift of this wonderful sim. If you haven't visited all the awesome places at the Time Portal you should take a look. They'll take you back in time.
While comuning with the beings, Kalani and the Halkan find that this unknown race have watched the Halkan planet for centuries from afar as their numbers dwindled and they faded into the cosmic sea. These three were the last. Seeking out and finding the source meant that the Halkans showed hope and promise for a better way, finally reaching a level of development in which these custodians could help.
It is their last act to send Kalani back through the temporal displacement barrier to her time. The Halkan returns to his war torn world with the wisdom to inspire and usher in a lasting era of peace and non-violent neutrality that Halka II is known for in Kalani's time.
The sword is taken back to Halka II where it is melted down as a symbolic act of dissolving conflict, and reconstructed into items held by members of the newly created Halkan council.
When he was done, there was no point in walking away. A trail would follow him and find him. . .
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-- Sorry to anyone who faved or commented my last one - I uploaded the wrong one! This is the correct one! --
STREAMING: Eric Benet - That's Just My Way
"Will you be requiring anything else, Sir?" asked the butler of Mansion du désir . He had asked because the pin on his lapel indicated he had full access to the assorted apparatus' supplied for this event. - B. Logan (short story excerpt)
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Texture credit goes to Evelyn Flint!
His temporary ally needed to see him poised, calm, and unarmed to accept his terms. If his brothers were to walk in right now, they'd think he had lost his mind, standing there without his pistol nearby.
- Original Short Story -
The WalkinMan's Tree by Sheree Zielke
Yesterday, TheWalkinMan and I started something new. A collaborative photo and story concept.
If you read yesterday's Part ONE, then please visit TheWalkinMan's site to read Part TWO.
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Here is yesterday's Part ONE, for those of you who may have missed the beginning of this collaborative effort.
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Blessings,
Sheree
Walking along life's path.
Finding new places seeing
into the world.
Looking into the forest as
if it were conquerable.
Walking along life's path.
Seeing truth and life in this world.
Nature itself being unconquerable.
Walking along life's path.
Seeking to see the true design in our world.
Knowing only life is conquerable.
Walking along life's path.
innen spielten sie Wagners Siegfried, außen tobten Odins Raben
Yesterday - they played Wagner's Siegfried inside, outside Odin's Raven raging
I'm revisiting images of the many faces of Keefer Lake, my home. This is a 'redo' of a photo taken in April, 2009. The thickest and strangest fog/mist formed over the ice on the lake in a pastel 'winter blue' I had not seen before. It was like being inside a Salvador Dali painting! Although we often have ice fog we have not had anything quite like this one ever since.
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What follows is a (very) short story of mine written in the same year the photo was made ... the story and the photo seemed related somehow - at least to me?
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'Finding it, solving it, living it.'
Cool blue seemed to describe what he was seeing. It was soon dark and with it he feared he would be left to himself and he knew from experience that was not safe. How to feel it seemed always to be the fundamental problem but there were countless other difficulties that he constantly confronted and tonight seemed no different. Why is it that the ordinary takes priority over the real issue? Laziness, he supposes … do what is in front of you and brighter in your eyes rather than deal with the shadows in your mind, the things that are off to the side.
With the passing of those thoughts the blue was already gone and only patches of grey lined the horizon and shaped the trees and lake in front of him. Black and white would be easier he mused, grey was the problem of course. Joseph had always known that the lake would be the place where he found it and solved it. However, there was little warmth yet and more to be done. It wasn’t a case of deciding where to start because he knew already there was no beginning. He wasn’t even sure if there would be an ending? What to do at any given time about it he had concluded is about energy and attitude and distractions. The right proportions are essential and even distraction is needed in a measured and timely way. He had not seen in any sustained way that magical place … only glimpsing it from time-to-time although that was enough and it kept him coming back. Joseph often claimed that his only enduring trait was curiosity although he was credited by others as having more. He didn’t seem to care or need their praise and usually shrunk from it when it was offered … shyness perhaps, perhaps not? He reasoned that it wasn’t relevant anyway and wouldn’t help with finding it.
Idleness is, a friend of, maybe a prerequisite to the pursuit of it and Joseph had time on his hands now. You had to be sure though that the distractions of idleness didn’t overwhelm the quest. It was too easy to see them as reprieves when really they were quest busters. Peace of mind was not the same as the lack of stress that sometimes accompanies idleness and Joseph believed it was all about finding peace of mind. The glimpses of it had shown him that idleness only provided a useful means for having time to chase after the peace. “Maybe it wasn’t so much as chase, as follow” Joseph concluded. Curious people are often alone with their thoughts and comfortable in them. Thinking is not being idle although it might appear to be that to those observing.
MJH (2009)
"Climbing up the rest of the way, Bayde slipped on a patch of ice, but caught his stance on his right knuckles, and popped back up, finishing his gait. The snow on the hill below him now was crumbling beneath his stride, but he made it. Grinning to himself, and sucking in a deep breath, he looked around arrogantly."
"They will be home soon," she whispers, "I know it."
Meanwhile the porch light offers herself as a welcoming beacon, as a seed sewn to the little, wooden shingled house.
"It has been two seasons since we heard their voices and footsteps fill the rooms," he says with a pensive relay.
"I know just what to do. We will send Mr. Messenger BeeAe Bird and his flock for them," she exclaims!
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The Queen Bee is in the garden with me.
Flitting in the air for her subjects to see.
She watches over them as they move about her palace in the tree.
She moves about the garden with me.
Sharing stories of her hive with glee.
Every bee,
in her tree,
is happy as can be!
Working and playing in harmony!
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In the darkness the cats look around for the slightest little sound.
The sister cats await the discovery of their prey, hovering in the dark.
Glowing eyes seek out and find, the little mouse scurrying across the ground.
Sister cats in the creepy dark night, stalk the tiny mark
When the lights come on the sister cats have disappeared and the mouse is no where to be found...
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Photograph of my two sister cats with no flash at night. Vignette, Drama and saturation filters applied.
If while wandering in the woods,
you came across the portal.
Would you get close?,
would you dare?,
to look into it with
a long deep stare.
This one lives forever,
so it seems and even darkness
is swallowed by the empty soul
of this wooded immortal.
Hide and seek in the leaves
playing, laughing,
wont you, please?
Outside the world is
drifting away
but friends stay.
Finding a soul
to spend time around,
is always easy when
we look at the ground.
Nature provides,
in every way,
so, join in and play.
Dream, create, play!
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Photograph of the leaves, mirrored, saturated and a fish eye filter used.
Little spirits,
falling from the tree's.
Singing and laughing
in the breeze.
Little spirits,
smile and tease,
come play with us,
please.
Little spirits,
dancing with the bee's.
Floating in the
soft warm breeze.
Little spirits,
growing into tree's.
as Great spirit,over see's
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Photograph of the helicopter type seedlings from the Maple trees, mirrored and saturated.
Shot at the opening of “Africa”, Milena Carbone's new exhibition at Ntitroglobus Roof Gallery.
« AFRICA MATRICIDE
Africa takes a look at the African continent, both amazed and crude. Amazed, because Africa is a fertile paradise of biodiversity and beauty and the cradle of humanity, born in the rift, the vagina of the earth. Crude, because Africa is a continent raped, slaughtered, poisoned, looted with impunity by empires, in cynical disdain of its inhabitants. Africa is what started it all by the grace of evolution, and will end by the rapacity of man. » Milena Carbone
More to (must) read on The Carbone Studio www site (including the whole stories).
inara Pey's Blog article about this exhibition : modemworld.me/2022/10/31/milena-carbones-africa-at-nitroglobus
Particles by Venus Adored.
Visit this location at Nitroglobus Roof Gallery in Second Life
When our time is done
and comes the setting of the sun.
We remember the life we
lived with someone.
Living our life in the sun.
Fear not the judgement of one.
For all see peace when the day is done.
As we live a life in the sun.
On a dark and scary night,
bats take flight and the winds
screech through the tall dark trees.
Walking on the city streets,
lost in the fog where monsters hide,
achew....
Was that a sneeze?
Should you run, run for your life?
Toward the never ending, end of the road
lined with tall dark scary tree's.
Running faster,
the trees begin to blur.
There it is again.
Achew....
Another sneeze.
How fast should you run?,
will you ever reach the streets end?
What is that sound
on the other side of the trees?
Almost there,
do not look around,
even the trees are
listening for the sound.
Achew....
your friend walking with you
lets out another sneeze!
Geeze
Gotchya!
Secret places,
I like to find.
The ones hidden
between your
world and mine.
Magical in every way.
Places where
fairies would
dance and play.
Beautiful doorways
such as this.
If I walked across
would it open to
my bliss.
Is the troll hiding underneath,
or the Dragon flying above
with large sharp teeth.
Why, when we grow up?,
do we stop seeing.
Is magic only for children
who's daydreams
are fleeting?
While on vacation in Primiero last summer I could see the effects of 2 phenomena which hit the forests of the Central-Eastern Italy. Apparently independent, in fact they’re sadly connected by the changing climatic conditions.
One is the devastation brought by an unprecedented storm, later named Vaia, in 2018 - on a very wide region, several thousands of trees have been eradicated and whole forests destroyed.
The other is the incisive action of the spruce bark beetle – a bug that, favored by the last couple of hot and dry years, is attacking many of the weakened trees that survived the Vaia storm, drying them up and thus worsening the already critical status of our forests.
This latter hit hard on the local communities, who were starting remediation programs after Vaia. It’ll take further efforts to find sustainable solutions, since many aspects in their daily life are influenced by the state of health of their forests.
Elegant Elemental's
surround us everywhere.
We walk by so often
without even a care.
Elegant elemental's
surround us everywhere.
Perhaps an artistic peek
at the world around you,
will cause you to stare.
To stare,
at the
elegant elemental's
everywhere.
Photograph of coiled metal used to protect wiring. Mirrored only. No extra touch ups to this photograph.
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Purple Lion,
laying around in the shade.
Purple Lion,
that my dreams made.
Purple Lion,
in the leaves we played.
Purple Lion,
of you I am not afraid.
Purple Lion,
in my memory you fade.
Purple Lion,
Through my dreams you wade.
Purple Lion,
I will find you again in the glade,
as for now,
Goodnight,
I bade.
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Photograph of the bushes in my yard, inverted and mirrored, a fish eye filter applied and some saturation.