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Love this way he's lying on the branch. He slowly slithered into a comfortable position on the branch.
Nearly occupying the whole s bends at Murrobo just outside Blayney. 8030, 1105 1101 and 8044 slide downgrade with a combined Qube's 1811 and 1863. This service would see the first half go to the Agrigrain Facility at Narromine and the second half run out as 8863 to Fletchers at Dubbo.
Qube Logistics QE002, QL016 & CF4423 is seen slithering through Fassifern with a load of grain from Qube’s Agricultural Facility in Coonamble to Carrington, Newcastle as 8460.
In the midst of gloom
Solace shall slither away
A contour divulged as the devil
will enthrall the night with its sway..
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Snakes, lizards, dragons..i love all my scaled friends as much as this guy seem to have fun with his own pet and again a great tattoo from Antielle store!
With real keeping me so busy lately am I really taking time for my pictures or to check Flickr ..but..I'm here!! I'm here!! :p
Credits for snake : twins72.deviantart.com/art/Stock-Black-Snakes-171649961
Credits for plants : lill-stock.deviantart.com/art/Plant-Pack-2-51114107
A westbound BNSF Railway coal train winds along the Missouri River in Lombard Canyon just west of Lombard, Montana, on Montana Rail Link's 2nd Subdivision.
Feeling serpentine in snakeskin pattern silver sequin dress by Lipsy. Worn with nude tights, shiny black high heels and matching clutch bag x x
A Most Intriguing Affair
Once again pursuing quest, outside a fancy dress affair he accordingly peaked,
Prickling elegance beheld, slithering opportunities to quell, ‘is masked eyes piqued.
Hither to and fro, into every nook and cranny, his devils’ gaze cannily sneaked,
Unabashed, unashamed, contrived of whimsy, which he impudently cheek’d!
Intrigued eyes followed leisurely thrills, windows wills then eagerly hopscotched,
Wiley unbeknownst, from covert sills, guests acts were closely being watched.
With blissful self-narration, ghostly figure held adoration, avenues of plots be-hatched,
Dreams of acquiring riches within, tempting sins, laid out just wishing to be grasped!
Whence, startl’d from above, fluttering drifting love, held him wincingly check’d,
Magnificence belle, vision’d onto an upstairs landing above, had most carefully crept.
Tantalizing sparkles of uncanny beauty, goddess soulfully down a stairway swept,
Glittering muse whose winsome charms chilled, as shiny heels so elegantly stepped!
Reaching bottom, she observed around, innocently perennial, making one fey’d,
Begowned , beguiling, Jewels tantalizing in eruption, like a fireworks colourfuly display’d.
Soon was swarmed, series of mock suitors born, nobly led nymph unabashedly astray’d
She was wined and danced, teasingly, swirlingly, seemingly magically fairy tale’d away!
Captivating, bewitching, intriguingly, before her willful suitors she soon would be shed,
Blue blushed eyes, darting thither and fro, with her enticed clad figure, his heart, then fled.
Being pulsating as the wriggling Pygmalion, eluding out into a garden , willfully daintily tread,
whilst melting into hedges fellow shadows , a dark pursuing figure, also began to silently thread!
Tightly sheathed, she stood away, purely in a rose’s fragrance did one joyously partake,
Desires’ progress, treading ever so carefully, to her pall, scoundrel did silently overtake.
Creasingly fitted satin and lace, bending happily, whilst bringing sweetness yon lovely face,
Ever a portrait of endearing grace, thus sweet victim posed, innocently in an unwary place!
Swiftly a black mask’d form, moves out from lurking hedges, found lying off stages’ wing,
Dark figures’ intentions yet unknown, possibly menacing, tis this seemingly regal false king.
Sensing, sprite turns, stares upon face of masked masculine figure, with finger to shushing lips,
Curiously smiling, she copies and mirrors newcomers request, eyes reflecting accord to his scripts!
Twirling, she lures him down off the beaten path, into yon wooded hollow, glows with candles lit,
Her shiny beacon he follows, lures and attractions beckon, caution now deserted , loss of all wit.
Reaching hollows flickering center, she swirls to impishly face her familiar, mephistophelean consort,
Purposefully approaching, eagerly unabashed , with no recourse, he with willing winsome, casts resort.
Husband faces wife, lifts her necklace up in daring strife, whilst eyeing a most suggestive gleam,
Wife foxily faces husband, helplessly brigand I’m your grasp, ‘ur intentions ‘r strip one totally clean?
With feigned acquiescence, charted actions carried out, as the faux King checkmates to his queen,
The action cuts puritanically away, as our couples final curtain sways, deliciously upon their scene!
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Landmark: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Horizon%20Beach/120/114/23
Thank goodness it was the longest day of the year. We needed just about every minute to nab this westbound BNSF coal train as it slithered through the North Dakota Badlands a mile west of the west switch of Sully Springs siding.
Dawn was breaking in the East.
Shadows slunk before the glow coating the land, slithering a retreat from the unstoppable rise of the sun. Cockerels and Snakes wrought in gold glimmered atop the spires of the city, their feathers and scales the first to feel the warmth of the new day. Before long the bells would ring the hour, the cowelled and masked sentinels of time must, even now, be wrenching their collective gaze from the eternally swinging censer, the heartbeat of the city.
See the look blogged and read the full story on Eclectic Equations here:
eclecticequations.blogspot.com/2021/05/fantasy-faire-2021...
It was slithering over fallen oak leaves from Hurricane/ TS Irma. I was on the phone sitting outside my door when I spotted it. I rushed to my car and grabbed my camera. Luckily, it remained in place as if waiting for me.:)
An early morning visit to Deer Leap nr Wells gave us a lovely low level mist -it was a shame there was not much sunshine to brighten it but it was still nice to be out in the fresh air .
This little rabbit watched warily as I slithered across the cold ground to get in range at eye level. It didn't bolt. You never know what they'll do. I'll try anything, including nibbling the grass and other plants to show them I'm a plant eater, not a carnivore. Somehow I don't think it registers. Or maybe they see through me. I can't deny that humans are a dangerous species.
Wildlife In Transition continues tomorrow with a bird shot from last week. What kind of bird hangs out in Saskatchewan in winter? Well... several. Tune in tomorrow to find out which one wanted its picture taken...
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Acte 8: Scarlette, Well Met
Scarlette is the name I am calling myself this evening.
I first noticed her as she slithered and swished about in the long, off one shoulder designer gown she wore so winningly along with her quite pretty, well-appointed figure.
The gown was the shade of fresh lavender, the satiny material shimmering and glistening like a reflection of rippling pooled water, as she walked in from the outside castle green.
She was holding a thin crystal goblet filled with the expensive blood-red burgundy they were serving to this evening’s guests...
I only noticed all this briefly, for once I had her properly in my sights, her jewels, pure diamonds, totally commanded any further attention by me.
I was so taken in by that vision, it forced me to smoothly end the conversation that I had been having with a rather severe lady and her diminutive look-a-like daughter. A youthfully silky blonde-haired debutante of sweet 16.
I had met her mother first.
Her mother was one of the high strung, high born, well-bred ladies, who knew how to present themselves. Too upper crust to pry conversation easily from. But I had invested almost 30 minutes of my time on the broad, because of the most provocative emerald jewelry she was wearing to highlight the deep green eyes, and matching green velvet gown she was wearing.
The stuck-up lady just could not be persuaded to fill in the obvious blanks on the open-ended questions I was asking in my attempts at making conversation, in order to discreetly look over her jewellery.
Then, thankfully, her daughter, Samantha, was called over.
Samantha was a different story altogether. Herself resplendently clad in a white taffeta gown and wearing some rather too gleaming pearls.
A rather tantalizing collection in and of themselves displayed along with her rather too perky person.
It took me all of 10 minutes of conversation to become my confidante as my eyes cheerfully appraised her pearls.
The rich young thing had chirpily fed to me enough about her family to have quite filled my desires of eyeballing her pearls. So that I was only treading water as far as our conversation had continued.
I was starting to look around for someone fresh, and that’s when I first spied the newcomer and her companions.
For she was not alone, this chick in lavender.
Alongside her was walking a shorter brown haired Lass with large glasses that gave her hazel eyes an owlish look. She was resplendent in a blue taffeta dress. She was also wearing jewels set with amazingly glittery diamonds.
Their male escort was a handsome young man, rather a young Rodger Moore look-alike, magnificently wearing a crisp black tux and gleaming white shirt. On his left wrist was a gleaming silver Rolex watch, and his silver cufflinks held diamond chips.
He was coming inside behind the pair, holding a highball glass with an amber colored liquor with ice.
Yet a third lady walked with him. An unmistakably Irish Lass wearing a floating gown of shimmery silver. She was sporting a pleasing ensemble of diamonds and sapphires.
Players, probably I mused, as I watched them sit down at a table by the entrance.
The ‘players’ were absorbed in their own sphere, not paying any attention to outside affairs going on around their table. I could also tell that they probably there as a group to themselves. No pesky parental units around to run interference.
As they were so occupied, I was able to maneuver in from behind to get a closer, delicious look at the sparklers the gabbing girls were so deliciously showcasing.
I had never myself
seen a million in notes, but I whispered to myself...
“Scarlette, you probably are looking at well over a million and a half in the jewels these three young pretties were sporting!