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So yesterday was a day.
I work nights in the weekends so I slept like shit, all day.
Then I woke up, and seen Velvet Boheme had posted their blogging team.
Duuuuuude.
My lil name was on the picture, along aside some of SLs very best bloggers.
What even is this day?
Work was dead.
D E A D.
So I was like ok well while I’m here doing fuggall, I can just edit some of these pics.
I needed to get this one done because, deadlines.
Some dickhead (hi, it’s me, dickhead) for some reason had only uploaded this one to my google drive.
So I’m like, it’s ok, no stress.
Work with what I’ve got.
Don’t stress, the blog item is clear, visible, gorgeous.
The bag? It betrayed me.
When I took the photo, for some reason, it blurred.
Badly. Fuck me, right?
It’s ok, you can salvage this.
It’s fine, it’s fiiiiine *insert twitchy eye here*
So I present to you, from Black Lotus, The Dark Regalia Collection.
There are 22 new nail HUDS, for Black Lotus Claw and Coffin Nails.
And they do NOT disappoint.
These are heavy metal, jewel encrusted, chrome, command you to sit up straight when I talk to you nails.
You can find these gorgeous new HUDs at the Wasteland Event now, until August 24, 2025.
You need the Black Lotus Mesh Nails for these HUDs, and these are available at the Black Lotus in world store, and they are rigged for
- Legacy
- Reborn
- Lara X
- Kupra
Honorable Mentions
- Hair Stealthic Lake
- Skin Tres Beau Sophie
- The bag that almost killed me Tentacio
- Outfit Miss Chelsea Nomi (told you I had taken all the pics in this new fit, I’m so obsessed with it!) Available now at Equal10
- Eyes AviGlam
- Eyeshadow WarPaint (blogging this in my next post)
- Photo taken at Costa di Luce
Just a little processing fun for this Sunday morning with the Wigwam Motel located along Historic Rt. 66 in Holbrook, Arizona.
Happy Slider Sunday - HSS!
I slept through the sunrise today but there have been some great colours recently. This is the morning glow a couple of days ago, at about 6.12am! We got nearly 50mm rain yesterday, a small leak in the front entrance and the downpour also brought in water from further up the hill washing detritus onto my backyard patio. One of my outdoor shoes floated around the corner and down to the back of the path, some 15m away from where it was left on the patio. Only the fence stopped it from floating further away.
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I slept in. Never done it before for tog trip.....nearly always awake before the alarm but I set the alarm wrongly.....by an hour!! My internal clock woke me before the alarm but 1/2hr later than I should have been awake. I'd earmarked a location I know well the night before on a promise of mist so a mad rush ensued and I got there just a few minutes before sun-up. I usually find heather pictures taken pre-dawn rather cold feeling and preferred again some of the images with light across them. I like to look for some small visual hook, a gesture or moment of light just to elevate an image and for me here it's that wisp of backlit mist across one of the trees. It was only a few seconds drifting past but it's something that picked out this image as a favourite from the morning.
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Slept in and arrived just in time to capture this image of Arch Rock in Joshua Tree before the darkness of night started to give way to the morning.
I slept trough yesterdays magnificent showing of aurora borealis, so decided to try my luck today. Conditions however are never the same as the day before, and the sky was clear without any dancing lights. Decided to take few exposures nevertheless. Had to give way to a car crossing the bridge midway of the shot, camera in hand. By happy accident I kind of got my northern lights.
Photo is upside down.
Taken with Canon FD 35mm F2.8 TS / CPL Filter / Full Frame Sensor / Darktable.
I slept in the other day and woke up from my slumber to this face.
As I don't sleep with a camera next to me, this candid phone shot was all that I could manage.
Joey's learned a new skill recently. He would literally stare at me and meow occasionally until I woke up. If that didn't work he would reach out with his right paw and touch my face. That's not a very reassuring thought as I'm afraid that he might someday accidentally place his sharp claws into my eyes. 😎
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Red is traditionally seen as the color of love but more recently research has shown that both black and red are perceived as equally attractive and that these two colors combined may just simply increase attractiveness in exponential ways.
That said, I combined both by utilizing the Color Texture HUD provided with this fabulous [WellMade] Kate Mini Dress now on sale at the Slept on Sales event. So, go find your dream dress and have some flirtatious fun creating your very own aphrodisiac!
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So I slept in one morning after the night before, if you know what I mean, and the sun had already climbed into the sky spraying the island with the soft promise of the heat to come.
The streets were surprisingly empty so I took advantage and wandered with my 2nd favorite friend, if you know what I mean, and found these stairs spilling down into the beautiful deep blue of the Aegean Sea.
This was the Santorini I dreamed of: waking up to: sunshine and the deepest hues of the ocean that filled a long extinct volcano.
Whenever I travel to a location for the first time, I realize I am sharing this with millions of kindred souls but it doesn't matter. This is the first time for me. This is the lightning rod that makes me want to travel more... and so I do.
Although the eye is besieged with so many details, I still liked to come to this spot before breakfast, before the crowds, before the heat of the day when photographs are difficult to harness and we are forced to drink the beer fast! But that is still hours away.
So I captured this image while it was still young and last night became today and we drove our ATV to the beaches and relaxed where the sands arrive in a rainbow of colors.
You should come, maybe take a photograph you will always remember.
I Am
John Clare
I am — yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes —
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live — like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange — nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below — above the vaulted sky.
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We sometimes say "I slept like a baby" but that should actually imply waking up every few hours and crying.
No, a truly peaceful sleep expression is "I slept like a cat".
Slept on one leg and the tall bed! :))
Thank you to interesting nature stuff, we were born among them & from them, please keep clean nature:)
I slept under a tree on lush green grass thanks to a traditional picnic... and I loved it ! oh, on a winter afternoon...it's the most refreshing activity. Woke up to the sight of inclined rays highlighting the grass blades !
There's a bug in this pic... small but we'll focused and lit. Can you spot it ?
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Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.
Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
William Blake
I slept very badly last night because it rained heavily. It's been four years now, and not much has changed in the hard-hit areas. Last week, I showed a friend the areas that were severely affected by the floods. Unfortunately, there's still a hell of a lot to do.
Another weevil, from Ecuador this time. It was captured in the 70's (by Nadia Venedictoff), slept in a box for 50 years and I only prepared it a couple years ago.
I think I've managed to identify the Genus but I couldn't find enough information to go down to the Species.
Tech details :
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- Post prod in Photoshop
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While my sister was doing some new technique flowers, I did an abstract in watercolor. Our first Art Day of 2022!
Watercolor on watercolor paper - 5 x 9
I slept in my car last night, and then I can get up not too early and still have enough time to hike to this spot, I am so lucky to have clouds like this, and also the rising sun is not shy at all, showing all its power from behind the clouds. I absolutely show full respect to this place, the 7000 years old lake, pure blue, and beautiful. I guess I spend more time watching the scene than adjusting my settings, this is not just photography, it is observation, indeed it is.
Lived the joy that starlight brings
Dreamt and slept in Saturns rings
Spent some time chasing cars
And layed the night counting stars
Tread carefully on your travels
Be at peace as your world unravels
Lasting friends you shall make
Of the ones you have do not foresake
Find the love that you have shown
Leave your scent where your spell has flown
Let moonbeams dance within your eyes
Remember me and starlite skies
And in he heart when all shines bright
The shooting star will catch my sight
While chasing cars and counting stars
Beneath the heavens, those moments ours
Christopher Savin
19/365
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn...
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on...
like a bird that flew...
Tangled up in blue.
Part 21
I slept outside that night and it was surprisingly warm, enough so that I left my sleeping bag unzipped.
When the sky began to lighten in the predawn I awoke and wandered back into the basin floor for sunrise photography. With how much I loved last night's photograph I tried to find a similar composition this morning, one that showcased the stark, glacial polished granite and the towering Primrose Lake Spur of Mt. Pickering. I found several different spots that worked, but none of them I felt were good enough. So I continued searching. The Spur was soon gently touched by the sun. I searched for a shot that I liked more but I struggled with it, so I returned to the first spot and just sat down on a large boulder so I could just enjoy watching the sunlight slowly crawl down the Spur while listening to the silence of the high mountains.
It took a long time for the light to reach the basin floor, but where I was shadow still lingered. I began to wander back towards camp. Along the way I reached a small stagnant pool with the jagged ridge of Mt. Corcoran reflected in it. I waited here until the rising sun peeked out from behind two of it's spires.
On reflection, maybe I laughed a little bit too loudly. But by now I was probably bordering on delirium. I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours and I’d just come down from the summit on a wave of jubilation mixed with exhaustion. What I really needed was to fend off yet another barrage of feverish sales pitches. I can’t tell you exactly how many times over the last few hours I’d declined offers of camel rides. Or how often I’d turned down the opportunity to buy a fragment of the mountain I’d just stood on top of. Earlier, as we’d queued up to open our backpacks for inspection and walk through an airport style metal detector that was presumably here to make sure none of us was about to blow up this famous mountain, we were surrounded by a host of jabbering tribesmen, dementedly waving their wares in our faces and asking prices higher than the invisible peaks that were cloaked in the inky night above us. I didn’t need a headscarf - really I didn’t. I had brought my fleece lined beanie hat. I didn’t need gloves either. Not with a camera to operate at the summit later on. And what were those strange squares of cloth the locals seemed so convinced my life would be incomplete without? Did they think I might have time to stitch a patchwork quilt together while I waited for the sun to come up? Was someone else waiting at the other end of the queue with a basket of reasonably priced needles and thread? As I sat on a slab of flat rock outside the walls of St Katherine’s Monastery, quenching my labours with the last dregs from my water bottle, a voice emerged from the melee, thrown in my direction. “What’s that, a sleeping bag?” The man, a local Bedouin wheeler dealer, had taken an interest in the blue stuff sack at my side.
“No it’s my coat,” I replied. I’d needed that coat up there earlier. It was very cold in the hours leading up to sunrise at the summit. “Look at these!” he went on excitedly, brandishing two matching halves of a lump of quartz. “Very cheap!” I replied politely but firmly that thank you, I wasn’t interested. I could have had any number of rocks from that mountain by now without paying for them. By this stage, having done what I’d come here to do, I just wanted to get on the bus and go to sleep on the long journey back to Sharm el-Sheikh. I'm ashamed to say I'd lost interest in the fabled burning bush and the chapel on the inside of the huge monastery walls. “Ok, how about a trade? You give me that in exchange for them?” he asked, nodding in the direction of the blue stuff sack. It was at this point that I burst out laughing in response. Two lumps of quartz that I didn’t want in a swap deal for my treasured down filled winter coat. I’m not going to tell you how much I paid for that coat. I gave him a vague idea though. “No, not Egyptian pounds! That wouldn’t pay for a cup of coffee.” I asked him if he had a car to throw into the deal. He looked a bit confused at this. I made my escape while I could. It’s a very good coat and even after a hefty sale discount it’s the most expensive garment I’ve ever invested in. I intend to carry on using it each winter until one or the other of us expires.
I’m not keen on people who try to sell me things. Beyond a nod and a brief exchange of greetings, human interaction really isn't my thing you see. If a sales assistant spots me browsing in a shop and asks whether they can help, my usual response is to run for the exits. And when, as they do in Egypt, the salesman regards bartering as a way of life, I’m at even more of a disadvantage. Here, where tourists have to run the gauntlet of traders to make their way onto the mountain trail, it can be a bit scary for people like me. There were plenty of enthusiastic customers around, ready to part with a few dollars for a trinket to take home with them. We don’t like clutter at home. My souvenirs were sitting happily in my memory and saved on an SD card. Once you make it onto the trail, you’re forever trudging up towards the summit of Mount Sinai in the pitch of night, listening for the tell-tale gastric groans of approaching camels, their keepers trying to sell you a ride to the bottom of the last flight to heaven. Suddenly they loom over you in the darkness, inches away, filling the air with their musky ruminant scent as a lugubrious dark eye gazes disinterestedly into the beam of your head torch. Every kilometre brings a pit stop with a covered seating area, plying its trade, offering hot drinks and snacks for the weary traveller. Even the hole in the ground “facilities” have a callow youth stationed by the entrance, relieving visitors of one US dollar before the visitors can relieve themselves. Finally, after the penultimate section of the climb, a kilometre long flight of six hundred and fifty steps to a small plateau just beneath the summit, there are four or five of these small coffee stops huddled together, one or two of them selling genuine Mount Sinai rocks. Why not add a few extra pounds to your bag for the hike back down to the monastery? Why not just pick up a rock from the ground? Only at the end of another hundred steps do you finally escape the din of commerce. Here at the summit is where everyone is lost for words.
Ali had already made it clear that she had no intention of joining me on this trip. She dislikes pressure selling just as much as I do, and unlike myself she had previous experience of this weird and wonderful old country. In the early nineties, long before I met her; when she was just a slip of a girl, a Luxor trader offered one hundred camels in exchange for her. Luckily for me the bid was turned down. One hundred belching, hungry flatulent camels. What on earth would anyone do with one hundred camels? Open the world's most challenging petting zoo? Lead a party of thirsty thrill seekers across the Sahara Desert? Train the fastest ones and enter them into the Cheltenham Gold Camel Cup? The mind boggles.
I’ll never regret getting on that bus and making the long journey into the mountains of the Sinai Desert. It’s a memory I’ll cherish. But in so many ways it wasn’t an easy ride. Even without climbing onto the back of a camel. Of course the hard sell is how these people earn a modest living. But there are plenty of far more willing customers than this one. When I returned to Sharm el-Sheikh and into the arms of the subject of that one hundred camel bid, I described the trip as fourteen hours of purgatory for forty-five minutes of raw landscape mountain morning magic, and that’s how I’ll always remember it. The highlight of the holiday amid the depths of the toughest hours, of which I spent almost nine squashed onto a cramped coach. I’d survived the gauntlet and now I could quietly celebrate and look back on the adventure through a pair of rose tinted spectacles that I didn’t buy from a Bedouin tribesman. Back on the slumbering sunbeds with a good book and unfettered access to the first world cocktail menu. Mostly in Egypt my alcohol intake outscored the daily step count, but much like today’s ascent, the graph suddenly went steeply upwards before plunging down to pina colada level once more. Days one to eight, zero steps. Day nine, thirty-two thousand steps. Days ten to fourteen, zero steps. Or something like that anyway. Mind you, even by the pool you have to tell the same man that you don’t want a massage at least twice a day every day. It’s hard work running the gauntlet.
A look out the window, after the early alarm, and finding favorable skies had me up and going, a short drive on empty roads, park, lace up the boots, grab the gear and a quick walk on the path to today's location. After selecting the spot and setting up the tripod and camera I still had time to relax and enjoy the approaching sunrise, as it is only 4:30AM.
This view of the Trotternish Ridge is toward Bioda Buidhe and Cleat while between them in the distance is Beinn Edra and in the foreground is the distressed tree. The two bodies of water in front of Cleat are Loch Cleat and Loch Leum na Luirginn. On the right is the Staffin-Uig road as it meanders up the ridge to the Quiraing parking area and before it continues on to Uig. On the horizon are the mountains of the Scottish mainland.
As the dawn light rises, the clouds are the first to brighten and show the morning color, followed by the Trotternish Ridge. This is the capture as the sun highlights Cleat, Beinn Edra, Bioda Buidhe and Dun Dubh. The stone on the face of Dun Dubh seemed golden in the sunrise light.
While others slept, I was enjoying the sunrise and capturing the moment. Some days it’s worth getting up at Stupid O’Clock . . . and this was one of those days! I hope you enjoy the resulting image.
To see the details in this image please click L (large).
I'm sure this looks familiar from the version I posted for the Slider Sunday group, this was the starter image. I included it in the first comment along with the shot I took the night before.
The complete history of the Wigwam Villages follows from Wikipedia ( just in case you missed it the first time around);
The Wigwam Motels, also known as the "Wigwam Villages," is a motel chain in the United States built during the 1930s and 1940s. The rooms are built in the form of tipis, mistakenly referred to as wigwams. It originally had seven different locations: two locations in Kentucky and one each in Alabama, Florida, Arizona, Louisiana, and California.
They are very distinctive historic landmarks. Two of the three surviving motels are located on historic U.S. Route 66: in Holbrook, Arizona, and in San Bernardino, California. All three of the surviving motels are listed on the National Register of Historic Places: the Wigwam Motel in Cave City, Kentucky, was listed in 1988 under the official designation of Wigwam Village 2; the Wigwam Motel in Arizona was listed as Wigwam Village 6 in 2002; and the Wigwam Motel in California was listed in 2012 as Wigwam Village 7.
Frank A. Redford developed the Village after adding tipi-shaped motel units around a museum-shop he had built to house his collection of Native American artifacts. He applied for a patent on the ornamental design of the buildings on December 17, 1935, and was granted Design Patent 98,617 on February 18, 1936. The original drawing includes the swastika, at the time a symbol associated with Native Americans or often worn as a good-luck charm.
Seven Wigwam Villages were built between 1933 and 1949.
Village 6: Holbrook, Arizona
Arizona motel owner Chester E. Lewis built this Wigwam Village in 1950. It is located on the historic Route 66, at 811 West Hopi Drive in Holbrook, Arizona. Nearby places of interest include Petrified Forest National Park, Meteor Crater (Barringer Crater), and the Grand Canyon.
The plans for this motel were based on the original of Frank A. Redford. Lewis first became aware of the distinctive wigwam designs when passing through Cave City in 1938. He purchased the rights to Redford's design, as well as the right to use the name "Wigwam Village," in a novel royalty agreement: coin-operated radios would be installed in Lewis's Wigwam Village, and every dime inserted for 30 minutes of play would be sent to Redford as payment.
Wigwam Village 6, Holbrook, Arizona
The motel is arranged as a square, with 15 concrete and steel wigwams on three sides and the main office on the fourth, flanked by two smaller sized wigwams; there was also originally a gas station on the complex. The individual units are called "wigwams," not "rooms" or "tepees" or "cabins." The units are numbered from 1 to 16, (there is no 13). The base diameter is 14 feet (4.3 m), with each unit 32 feet (9.8 m) in height. Behind the main room of each unit is a small bathroom with sink, toilet and shower. Current rooms contain the original restored hickory furniture, two double beds, satellite TV and a window-mounted air conditioner. In keeping with the authenticity of the restoration, there are no telephones or ice machine. Vintage restored automobiles from the 1960s and earlier are located throughout the parking area. Small green metal benches etched with the words "Wigwam Village 6" are scattered throughout the complex as well.
Lewis operated the motel until closing it in 1974 when Interstate 40 bypassed downtown Holbrook. Two years after his death in 1986, sons Clifton and Paul Lewis and daughter Elinor renovated the motel before reopening it in 1988.
The Lewis family continues to run and maintain Wigwam Village 6. Near the registration desk is a small room that contains much of Chester Lewis's memorabilia, including a collection of petrified wood.
Wigwam Village 6 has been listed in the National Register of Historic Places since May 2, 2002.
Wikipedia (references removed)
Almost slept without posting the picture for today... again. =/
I'm so tired. zzzzz
Hope you all have a great week!
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This pack contains 5 Cookies. Heart Jam, Happy Valentine's Day, XOXO, Lips, Bear
There are TWO packs on sale this week both with different shaped cookies. This is pack #1 of 2
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SPONSOR: LA FEMINIQUE
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new release at main store, in 5 color options or fatpack
🎀 Designed for :
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Exclusive Release in:
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