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Lots of people in the water when i first arrived at Blea what i call the roudy type of tourist shouting yelling and carrying on
"Shouting"
Promenade le long de la rivière Ziller permettant d'admirer une galerie de sculptures en plein air intitulée "River Art", située dans le magnifique paysage de la vallée du Haut-Zillertal (Autriche 2016)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY TOOMIES www.flickr.com/photos/toomies/2925067654/
Yallaa toomies smile 7aag el shot
It ur birthdaaay shot so yallaaa I wanna see a BIG CHEEEESE wella agooolee HEREEEES a7laaa hehe
A * hoof* that will blow ur candle awaaay .. hehe
*lifting an eyebrow* mob channa toomies BIRTHDAAAAY todaaaaaaaaay (^^^^^^^^^^^^^^)
*CHEERING AND SHOUTING OUT* WOHOOOOO …
HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY TOOMIES
HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY dear TOOMIES
HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY to uu CHACHACHAAA ..
haha 9aaa7 enich bat3ayzeen gablee bss 3adee laa live ur life haha j/k a9laaan it isn’t a gr8 issue its having each other as friend wat really matters .. (K)
My fwendooo - rafee8at darbeee lo0o0ol … My partner hehehehe
Hope ur dreams and wishes coms trueee and enshallaah ur daaay bacher turns out to be one of the best **KISS**
Ow srry 3ala el shot madree my caaam ma tnazel el pix shay fehaaa… ow I know enaa u deserve more sweetie .
happpy 19th B-dayy
Hoof and I were busy chatting over breakfast and scheming as to what mischief we could get up today when Horace roared into the room shouting pink light, pink light, we knew what this meant history was about to be made, the bungee jump was on.
We checked data from around the world including sources such as NASA, The Met Office, and Farmers Weekly, conditions were near on perfect all bar a 25mph wind yet Horace felt he could deal with that, we were good to go.
With no time to lose Hoof and I made a packed lunch while Horace sat down to breakfast (could this be his last one) he tucked into a large bowl of Wheaty Bangs and All Bran, shaken but not stirred.
Those of you that read all of these true accounts will remember that a second secret jump site had been mentioned, well this was masterminded by Hoof’s PR company back at that time, and it was fake news, mention the word secret and the press will go to great lengths to find out about it, so Hoof contacted his PR company who tipped off the press that the jump was going to happen today and camera crews and reporters from all over the world went to the secret jump site, which allowed us to get on with this stunt in private.
However although Horace is publicity adverse, he will never forget his roots, and provided the jump is successful he has agreed to give interviews to ‘The John Deer owners club’ and of course, ‘Practical Pigs Magazine’ who are doing a special offer of 4 issues for £14.36. google should you wish.
Sadly Mrs P was unable to accompany us today as she had to get the ingredients for the Christmas cake, the sight of Horace’s little trotter as it waved goodbye to Mrs P was a sight that will live with me forever.
The atmosphere began to change as it was time to saddle up and make our way, you could feel the emotion in the air, Horace began to pace up and down, was this the first sign of nerves, or was the All Bran having an effect.
We arrived at the jump site, Horace was adamant as all the training and preparation had been done he was going to carry out this stunt without the aid of a safety net or any recovery support vessels in the estuary.
Horace Hoof and I had a group hug, and Horace strode off across the bridge purposely like John Wayne entering a western bar on a bender.
And as they say the rest is history. Horace has said he will make one more public appearance on Flickr before Christmas, subject to the Vicar’s permission, watch this space.
A big thank you to all that join in with these shenanigans that can only happen in this wonderful county of Cornwall, your comments and banter is so appreciated 🐷🐎😎😂😂
This male Buzzard keeps in contact with family members circling above him with a loud call.
Buizerd in bad 7D 240718(6*****)
I swear, this bitch was sitting up there, shouting and glaring at the dragonfly on the next branch over! I knew these birds were territorial, but that's just silly.
Davis, Ca. August, 2023.
within shouting distance of this spot on Peters Road, a Japanese conglomerate wants to build a 100,000 sq ft plastic bottle water extraction factory. In broad daylight and into the evening they want to ship the valley water away. Google Lewis County Water Alliance and help stop this.
Jesus Comes to Jerusalem as King
The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting,
“Hosanna!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Blessed is the king of Israel!”
Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it, as it is written:
“Do not be afraid, Daughter Zion;
see, your king is coming,
seated on a donkey’s colt.”
At first his disciples did not understand all this. Only after Jesus was glorified did they realize that these things had been written about him and that these things had been done to him.
Now the crowd that was with him when he called Lazarus from the tomb and raised him from the dead continued to spread the word. Many people, because they had heard that he had performed this sign, went out to meet him. So the Pharisees said to one another, “See, this is getting us nowhere. Look how the whole world has gone after him!”
[John 12:12-19 NIV]
5 THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW:
1. Like it or not, we are ALL sinners: As the Scriptures say, “No one is righteous—not even one. No one is truly wise; no one is seeking God. All have turned away; all have become useless. No one does good, not a single one.” (Romans 3:10-12 NLT)
2. The punishment for sin is death: When Adam sinned, sin entered the world. Adam’s sin brought death, so death spread to everyone, for everyone sinned. (Romans 5:12 NLT)
3. Jesus is our only hope: But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. (Romans 5:8 NLT) For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23 NLT)
4. SALVATION is by GRACE through FAITH in JESUS: God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it. For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. (Ephesians 2:8-10 NLT)
5. Accept Jesus and receive eternal life: If you openly declare that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. (Romans 10:9 NLT) But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. (John 1:12 NLT) And this is what God has testified: He has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have God’s Son does not have life. (1 John 5:11-12 NLT)
Read the Bible for yourself. Allow the Lord to speak to you through his Word. YOUR ETERNITY IS AT STAKE!
It’s a picture of one of the two kids playing in the 1st day of Monsoon in rural village in Dinjpur district of Bangladesh. I was in a tempu(its almost similar to Thai TukTuk) and rain caught up. We were in a vast lychee field and I was getting wet with my camera in ghastly wind. We saw this bunch of kids came out on the muddy road and were dancing, shouting in the heavy downpour. My tempu driver suggested me to take pictures of them (which I wanted to anyway) but it was quite impossible at that rainy and windy situation to take my gear out without the chance of making it completely waterlogged. One of the little one came running towards my side and I asked him to call the others for pictures, but only his brother came. I quickly got my camera out and shot this before they runaway for playing again.
Kids at their age in your countries or even in my country in the town usually stay inside and play with either PS3 or just watch tv in moments like this. But these ones don’t have that kind of opportunity, but that never stopped them enjoying life. They were out in the open in that heavy rain without worrying about getting sick simply having the time of their lives.
Life can’t get simpler than this.
Read Poem by Thomas R. Farrell
Playing in the Rain
No one thought to grab a towel
Their body wet from the season of the rain;
Their laughter and their running stopped
Long enough to focus on the one
Who came with camera and his lens....
And here along the road
That ribbons through this field
Two boys, grinning ear to ear,
Paused to tell posterity the normal price of fun
And how the rainbow lost its way
To watch two boys in play..
Lens: Canon EF 50mm f/1.8 II
Camera: Canon EOS Rebel XTi
Location: Rajbari, Dinajpur, Bangladesh
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two parrots play with each other on a branch, nodding their heads and shouting in their parrot tongue
I was having lunch with the family at a local restaurant and Anna was busy clearing the tables and serving customers. I noticed her amazing eyes and knew I wanted to ask her if she would consider letting me take her photo for the 100 strangers project. Anna said yes straight away, I was conscious of not taking up too much of her time so had to make use of this very ordinary wall at the front of the restaurant. It turns out that Anna is a hockey player, not any ordinary hockey player but one that has played for Australia and competed at the London Olympics. Not only beautiful but extremely talented and a super nice person. Thank you Anna for taking the time to help me out with my project, I will be shouting extra loud for you at the next Olympics. It was the highlight of my day getting to not only meet you but also take your photo.
This picture is #28 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page connect with me at www.facebook.com/sylviacavanaghphotography
OK I suspect that some of you, having seen me play the ogre returning to his castle for my previous photo, might now have wished me to appear in this shot, perched on a great shining black war horse, in my finest gleaming armour....somewhere just on that higher ground to the left, in anticipation of me cantering across to the castle walls and shouting up to the unseen faces within, "Come out and fight like men, you grisly cowards", and having slain them all to rescue my maiden within.
But dressed in my business suit with wet and mud spattered trouser bottoms I'm afraid I must save that for another day. I could make up a story about the castle, but as there is a lot to say, let me quote directly from other more learned and trustworthy sources, as follows (let's try Undiscovered Scotland):
Hermitage Castle is a forbidding and oppressive place. It stands just five miles from the border with England and guards Liddesdale, so for centuries had considerable strategic importance. Seen from the east or west the architecture seems utterly brutal: sheer walls relieved only by blind arches that from some angles can be very reminiscent of Edvard Munch's painting "The Scream". Radio Scotland once broadcast a feature in which Hermitage Castle was described as the embodiment of the phrase "sod off" in stone. It's a difficult description to better.
The castle's unusual architecture is partly responsible for Hermitage Castle's remarkable atmosphere. So is the ballad writer Dr John Leyden, a friend of Sir Walter Scott. He elaborated on Hermitage's pretty unpleasant history, producing tales of myth and magic that have become confused with reality over the years since.
The setting also does the castle few favours. Its riverside location high in the valley of the Hermitage Water ought to be enchanting. But the bleak and open moorland that surrounds Hermitage Castle on its other three sides can seem oppressive.
The origins of Hermitage Castle date back to around 1240, when Nicholas de Soules, butler to the king, settled in the area. He probably initially built a hunting lodge a few hundred yards west of the site of the castle you see today, near the ruins of the Chapel of Hermitage. By 1320, the area was held by William de Soules, a man so widely disliked that there are two quite separate stories told about his demise. In one of them he plotted against Robert the Bruce and was imprisoned in Dumbarton Castle, with Hermitage being forfeited to the Crown. In another more fanciful story, based on a ballad written in the 1700s (which referred to him by the family name "de Soulis"), William de Soules was boiled alive in molten lead by locals after inflicting a reign of terror on the neighbourhood.
The first castle at Hermitage was probably built in around 1330. Being so close to the border with England, Hermitage Castle changed hands a number of times over the years. The wooden castle probably comprised a strongly-defended motte and a larger bailey. Nothing remains above ground of this first castle, but it is thought that some of its earthworks are still visible today, including ditches that were probably flooded using water re-routed from streams flowing from the high ground to the north.
In 1338 the castle was captured by Sir William Douglas. He was an ambitious man who responded to the appointment by King David II of Alexander Ramsay as Sheriff of Teviotdale by imprisoning Ramsay in Hermitage Castle and starving him to death. In response, David II took the line of least resistance and appointed Sir William to the newly vacant post.
The first stone castle was built at Hermitage in about 1360, for the Cumbrian nobleman Lord Dacre, who had inherited lands in the area by marriage. His castle took the form of a fortified manor house, with two north-south aligned ranges separated by a narrow cobbled courtyard. The courtyard area and the walls facing onto it have survived within the structure you see today, and it is clear that Lord Dacre's castle was extremely well-built, though it may never have been completed.
By 1371 Hermitage Castle was in the possession of William, 1st Earl of Douglas. He rebuilt Dacre's castle as a single large keep, retaining parts of the structure, but raising the height considerably and building over the courtyard. It was William's illegitimate son, George, 1st Earl of Angus, who, from 1390, added four great stone towers to the corners of the castle, producing what you see today. The blind arches were added to allow wooden fighting platforms to run the length of the outside of the tops of the walls. The result was definitely a castle built for war rather than for show. With very few windows below the wall tops, and the gaps there obscured by the fighting platforms, the interior of Hermitage Castle must have been an incredibly dark and gloomy place.
In 1492 James IV's doubts about the loyalty of the 5th Earl of Angus led him to instruct that Hermitage Castle be exchanged for the less strategically sensitive Bothwell Castle, until then held by the 1st Earl of Bothwell.
The only hint of romance in Hermitage Castle's story came in October 1566, when it was held by James Hepburn, 4th Earl of Bothwell. He was injured in a fight with border reivers. When news of this came to the ears of Mary Queen of Scots, visiting Jedburgh, 25 miles away, she dropped everything and rode with a small retinue to be by his side.
Still married at the time to Lord Darnley she could not be seen to stay at Hermitage with Bothwell, so after two hours she returned the 25 miles to Jedburgh. En route her horse stumbled into a marsh and Mary contracted a fever from which she nearly died.
Hermitage Castle fell into disuse in the early 1600s. Its fame as a gloomy and romantic ruin spread through the 1800s: Sir Walter Scott had himself painted with Hermitage in the background. This interest led the then owner, the 5th Duke of Buccleuch, to undertake extensive repairs which helped so much of the exterior wall to survive until the castle was placed in state care in 1930. It isn't clear how faithful the restoration actually was to the original, and the end result does have oddities, such as the gable end rising over the wall head above the eastern blind arch. This seems to have been for decorative purposes only, as there could never have been a structure here requiring the gable end you see today.
Catch Hermitage Castle on a beautifully sunny day and it can seem relatively benign. But if you do find yourself alone here on a gloomy day, with the wind whistling through the few openings in the walls, it's easy to understand why many visitors have reported unusual apparitions and happenings. You only have to look at this fascinating and intimidating castle to know it comes with real character that can at times seem a very long way from benign.
He actually shouted 'I'm Jesus' just as I took this, as you do.
Been very out of the photo habit of late, but went and shot a film in an hour down at Rottingdean yesterday afternoon on my old Pentax ME-Super.
Arctic Black Legged Kittiwake on the floating polar ice.
All the Arctic Ocean is endangered by the greed of powerful oil companies and states that want to see the polar ice melt for their commercial interests. All this beautiful landscapes and wildlife will soon disappear.
Project 365
2014/04/23-296/365 呼喚 shouting
每天觀察綠繡眼幼鶵成長過程，
拍了許多相片，
我很多時間是用錄影方式，
這樣比較實際也清楚的紀錄所有的過程。
拍照，總是會漏失些某個細節，
也很容易導致其中一隻會模糊不清！
(因這幾天連續陰雨，能見度很差，不敢用太小光圈的關係。)
三隻幼鶵真的是一暝大一寸，
前幾天還是光突突的肉鳥，
今天牠們的羽毛幾乎都快長齊全了！
只見牠們三隻擠成一堆，
不斷的整理自己的羽毛，
忙亂到一個不行，實在挺逗趣的！
想拍攝鳥爸鳥媽何時咬食物回來，
看幼鳥的舉動立刻知曉。
牠們實在很厲害，
平常就窩在一起睡大覺，
偶而動一動擠來擠去，
今天多了整理羽毛的事務，
大部份時間就是睡覺。
但不可思議的是~只要鳥爸或鳥媽一回來，
我都還沒見到鳥影，牠們三隻立刻拉直脖子不斷向上飛舞。
就好像在呼喚爸媽們一樣，
告訴牠們~我們在這兒在這兒哪…
我要吃，給我吃給我吃。。。^0^
A tour guide from Bill Speidel's Underground Tour in downtown Seattle shouts for "HELP!" from underneath a sidewalk to show the tourists that no one can hear you from below. The city has a unique history involving the "underground".
A delusional rooftop maniac shouting at nobody in particular but in this case inheriting a fortune from his father and constantly running off at the mouth payed off. Decades of offering cheap thrills and controversies to the New York tabloids, that's how we got to this point in American history.
But while walking along the High Line Park in New York City, watching the tourist from all over respond to this view offers a better assessment of the popularity of the Donald. Disgust, laughter and ridicule, that is what the visitors to the park have for Donald Trump.
some more pics from Fridays visit to Wingham Wildlife Park, not seen any wildlife in the last couple of days, the weather here has been awful, non stop heavy rain, hoping tomorrow will be a little better
A lot of rushing around, stress, shouting at cyclists and driving like an absolute fool went into capturing this image at just the right time, with just the right amount of light left before the sun embarked beyond the horizon.
Witsands fresh water pond was the location for today's landscape shoot.
Canon 5D MkII + Canon EF 17-40mm f/4 L lens
© Daniel Grebe
(Shouting at the top of her voice)
"Wheeeeeeeee!
Cartwheels are fun!"
(Dizzied...).
(Unruffles self.).
"Where's my sombrero?"
(Finds it).
"Wheeeeeeee!"
(*Found this off Reames Road. One of the rural backstreets I sometimes drive on the way home from work).
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This Oystercatcher was shouting the odds, as it had young nearby, they have one of my favourite bird calls.
Tavern Fight
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Sir Ian trudged wearily along the boot-smoothened road into the proximity of The Hairy Bear, an inviting looking, solitary tavern escaping the fringe of the seemingly endless pine tree catacomb on the opposite side of the small road. Laughter and shouting emitted sporadically from the stone building, accompanied by a flat beam of flickering torchlight projecting through the growing darkness from under the carved pine door. The establishment looked a welcome respite after three days' wandering without lodging and consistent food. Sir Ian pulled open the door, revealing a well furnished, crowded interior, with servants carrying food and drink to and fro among the small tables. A gust of Northern wind slammed the thick door behind him, drawing attention to his entrance. A blonde, stubbled bartender clad in a stained green shirt looked up and made a welcoming gesture. "Can I offer 'ee anythin', good sir?" "Yes," the weary knight returned, moving towards the bar. "A pint of ale with mutton an' bread would do me well." "Aye, I'll have that to 'ee shortly," the man returned, then hurried into the kitchen doorway and shouted, presumably to a cook. Sir Ian found a vacant table and eased down into the protesting stool. His legs and back instantly sighed with relief. He leant forward on his calloused arms and stared into the grain of the table, taking in his first experience of civilization in many days. Scraps and trails of conversation, floated by, mingling in his overwhelmed mind. Suddenly, one voice became focused and clear. Sir Ian listened intently. "Yeh, the whole thing just wen' up in a blaze. Ol' boss said we did a good job with our positions. But we made it outta' there fast, we heard the screams as we were runnin' for it. Reckon most of 'em just burned in their homes." Sir Ian, with rapidly tightening stomach, swiveled his gaze around to identify the source of the voice, pinpointing a finely-clad man who seemed to have had a bit much to drink. Ian's hand drifted to his cold, steel knife at his hip, eyes narrowing as he watched the man laugh raucously. Discreetly, and with a hot fury slowly creeping through his body to control his action, he pulled the blade from its sheath and rose from the table and moved toward the man. In a loud voice belaying his anger, he addressed the finely-clothed man: "What do you know of the burning of Dunharris!?" The brown-haired man spy around rapidly, a serving girl stopping behind him, a look of worry on her face. The man smiled and heaved himself into the cobbled section of floor, brandishing a glass goblet, a confident look on his face. "You there! You dare to challenge me? I am a Crimson Serpents officer!" Sir Ian's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, replying: "Aye. I do!" As the older man lunged forward, swinging the glass drunkenly, Sir Ian feinted an over hand throw with the knife, than stepped forward and, holding the damasked blade in front of him for a guard, placed his free hand on the man's chest and shoved him roughly to the ground, bringing the knife to his throat. "Tell me who ordered the sacking of Dunharris, and your end will be quick. TELL ME!" "Enough!" A new voice entered the conflict. A broad-shouldered, jet-haired man in a battered hauberk and a weather-beaten cloak ambled forward from the bar. all eyes in the tavern were now transfixed on the conflict. "We have no place for raging assassins here." This was a voice that had faced storms, slain wolf packs, and traveled through snowdrifts. His garb marked him as a mountain ranger, and he spoke with unquestioned authority. He held forth a primed, heavy crossbow and continued. "Make your peace or leave now!" Sir Ian rose to face this new threat, declaring: "This man is a murderer! He has massacred a city! He deserves death!" A quarrel buzzed and the blade was jerked from Sir Ian's hand. It clattered across the floor as the worn ranger drew a small sword and advanced. "Leave now or I'll escort you." Sir Ian, realizing he had met his match, stumbled backwards, scooping up his knife and sprinting out the door into the inky night.
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My Apprentice 2 Assassin's Guild Build for The Lands of Roawia.