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We planted a late crop of peas in the polytunnel back in October, the plants grew well, about 5ft tall & the flowers do get pollinated but the resulting pea pods are very poor & quite stringy. All is not lost though, Rio & Ginny our Quaker parrots love munching on them.
Happy Sliders Sunday! Photo processed with Topaz Glow "Glowing Wires III"
Photo 03/100 for the 100 Flowers 2020 group.
The fact that her husband bought her underwear for Christmas was not, in and of itself, the problem. The problem lay in the nature of the underwear - control-top panties and something called a shaper.
"A what?" she asked, holding up the garment, which was made of heavy flesh-coloured latex.
"A shaper," said her husband, leaning forward, genuinely excited... anxious to appreciate his wife's appreciation. "The girl in the store said everyone's wearing them, even women you'd think are thin."
The wife was skeptical. Kneeling on the floor, surrounded by scraps of paper and ribbon and empty cardboard boxes, she turned the garment inside out and looked at its label. She pretended for some time to be absorbed in this. The husband assumed she was memorizing the washing instructions. In fact, she was trying to control her emotions. She was somewhere between bursting into tears (especially since the shaper was size XL) and having a full-blown, toddler-style tantrum.
What the fuck had the husband been thinking?
She glanced over. He still looked excited. "Put it on!" he said. "Let's see how it looks."
"Um," said the wife, still holding the garment. "Maybe tomorrow." Her voice was unsteady. The husband didn't seem to notice.
"No," he said. "Try it now! Please?" And she was baffled. The shaper was, as far as she could see, decidedly unsexy. It was, in plain terms, a girdle. And a heavy duty one at that.
She sat silently, looking at the thing, and wondering about her husband's excitement. "I know it doesn't look so hot in the box," he said, "but on, it's a whole 'nother story. Trust me!"
"How would you know?" the wife asked.
"Because," he gushed, realizing even as the words were coming out that he'd regret them, "the sales girl tried it on for me."
"Oh," said the wife.
"Yes," said the husband, feeling the air around her cool but still too lost in his own happy memories to take real notice.
"Yes," he said. "She tried on a whole bunch of stuff for me - fancy lacy stuff, and stringy things, and see-through things...."
The wife stared in disbelief. But he was on a roll.
"She looked soooo good in all those things," he said, "and I wanted to buy them for you. But she asked about your body type and we agreed that it just wouldn't be the same on you."
The husband was now staring into the middle distance... brain and other body parts still in the department store.
"She was tall and had these lo-o-o-ng legs," he said softly. He didn't have to add "Not like you."
And the wife really didn't need to hear any more.
As he continued recounting the tale of the long-legged sales girl in the change room with the lingerie, the wife got up and went to the kitchen and rifled through the drawers for the measuring spoons. She found the old plastic ones and, bracing them against the counter, cracked off the business end of the 1/8 teaspoon.
Back in the living room, she found her husband still staring off into the distance, mumbling something about see-through panels. Or maybe see-through panties. She couldn't hear him clearly.
"Here," she said, rousing him from his reverie. "For you."
He jumped a little and looked down at the tiny bit of broken spoon.
"What's this?" he asked.
"A cup," she said. "For when you next play hockey. I figure you can fit your gear and your common sense in there. And... here," she bent down and picked up the shaper. "You can hold it all together with this."
The Australasian darter or Australian darter (Anhinga novaehollandiae) is a species of bird in the darter family, Anhingidae. It is found in Australia, Indonesia, and Papua New Guinea. It weighs around 2.6 kg and spans 86–94 cm in length. The male has black plumage with a white streak down the side of its head and neck, while the female has white underparts. As well as Australasian darter, common names given to the species include darter, diver, needle-beak shag, shag, and snake-bird. The indigenous people of southwestern Australia called it mimal. Typical habitat is freshwater or brackish wetlands more than 0.5 m deep with fallen trees or logs and vegetated banks; less commonly, darters are found in inland saltwater environments. The Australasian darter is found in the lowlands of New Guinea, New Britain, the Moluccas and the Lesser Sunda Islands. It is found across Australia, though not in the Great Sandy or Great Victoria Deserts or Nullarbor Plain. It is an uncommon vagrant to Tasmania.
Eucalyptus is a genus of over seven hundred species of flowering trees, shrubs or mallees in the myrtle family, Myrtaceae. Along with several other genera in the tribe Eucalypteae, including Corymbia, they are commonly known as eucalypts. Plants in the genus Eucalyptus have bark that is either smooth, fibrous, hard or stringy, leaves with oil glands, and sepals and petals that are fused to form a cap or operculum over the stamens. The fruit is a woody capsule commonly referred to as a gumnut. Most species of Eucalyptus are native to Australia, and every state and territory has representative species. About three-quarters of Australian forests are eucalypt forests. Wildfire is a feature of the Australian landscape and many eucalypt species are adapted to fire, and resprout after fire or have seeds which survive fire. A few species are native to islands north of Australia and a smaller number are only found outside the continent. Eucalypts have been grown in plantations in many other countries because they are fast growing and have valuable timber, or can be used for pulpwood, for honey production or essential oils. In some countries, however, they have been removed because they are highly flammable. S20N_1011
Bald cypress (Taxodium distichum) is a deciduous conifer that sheds its needlelike leaves in the fall. It is a large, slow-growing, and long-lived tree that can reach heights of 30–35 m (100–120 ft) and a trunk diameter of 1–2 m (3–6 ft). The bark is gray-brown to red-brown, thin and fibrous with a stringy texture, having a vertically interwoven pattern of shallow ridges and narrow furrows.
I can't see the wood for the trees!
Same place as the previous post except with some serious camera shake 😉
The geese show up at the pond when the snow makes the grass hard to get to. I don't know how they fill themselves up off of these stringy bits of pond vegetation. Canada Geese, Siskiyou County, California
"Fossil Falls Grotto:" I had taken an image similar to this before, but the sky was fully clouded at the time and I knew I had to return when there would be at least a hint of blue sky. Thankfully, upon my return, the conditions cooperated. This is a small grotto near Fossil Creek Waterfall. I had to conquer my fear of spiders (at least temporarily), as there were quite a few long-legged ones and very thick, stringy webs hanging all around the crevices just behind me. Being in such a small space, I may have grazed a few webs between myself and my backpack sticking out, but I just tried to keep focused on shooting and the beautiful view outside the cave, instead of staring at my fears behind me. I hope you enjoy.
Dead eucalypt under the full moon. Cradle Valley, Tasmania.
Tree is probably a specimen of E. delegatensis or gum topped stringy bark. Cause of death unknown.
Nikon Z6, Nikkor Z 20mm f/1.8, 20 secs at f/7.1, ISO 640
A macro view of Sink Scrubbies, a dish and sink scrubber. The frame spans 1¼ - inches across.
Strobist info:
The scene was illuminated by two Nikon SB900 speedlights positioned 90° CL/CR, one-foot above and two-feet away from the subject. They were fired in Manual mode @ 1⁄8 power through Neewer 24" x 24" soft boxes.
The SB900s were triggered by three PocketWizard Plus X triggers.
Lens: Helios 44M-4 f2/58mm with a 36mm extension tube attached.
Three large bronze sculptures by Aboriginal artists have been installed along the foreshore to commemorate the encounter between the local Aboriginal people and the crew of the HMB Endeavour. The sculptures were installed in April 2020 to commemorate the 250th anniversary of this event and to share stories of the many layers of significance of this special site. The works were commissioned by National Parks and Wildlife Service (NPWS) in close collaboration with key stakeholders including the La Perouse Local Aboriginal Land Council. A smoking ceremony was held on 20 April 2020 prior to installation of the sculptures commencing.
The whale mother and calf were formed with intricate engravings. They were designed and sculpted by artists Theresa Ardler and Julie Squires. Theresa Ardler explained that these are based on her painting on her Budbili, a possum skin cloak. ‘The story behind my Budbili is connected to the Sydney rock engravings of the mother humpback whale and her baby, out at La Perouse on the shores of Botany Bay. This engraving is a prominent landmark from my ancestors who carved the rock and continues to hold cultural and spiritual connection to our sea and country.’ In explaining the story behind the canoes, Theresa said, 'the Gweagal Clan traditionally fished from stringy bark canoes. They lit fires in their canoes on a base of white clay. The firelight attracted fish to the canoe, making them easier to catch.
A Rock Weave was also installed near the whales. This woven fishing net was hand made by Aboriginal Master Weaver Phyllis Stewart and cast into bronze by sculptor Julie Squires.
Every now and then, I like to throw my Flickr friends a curve ball. They all know that I'm first and foremost a wildlife photographer. But occasionally, a landscape, flower or potential abstract subject catches my eye and I shoot it.
On one of those occasions, I noticed that a lot of plants on a hillside along a California road were covered with some orange stringy stuff. I'd never seen anything like it before, so I stopped to check it out and take a few photos. Later, I did some Googling and found that it was California Dodder, also known as Witches Hair. Here's a brief summary of what the stuff is:
California dodder is a parasitic, herbaceous annual plant that resembles fine strands of orange-brown spaghetti strewn across and within species in the coastal sage scrub. As a parasite, it lacks a root with which to take up water and nutrients from the soil, and chlorophyll with which to turn light and carbon dioxide into carbohydrates. The mature dodder plant obtains all of its food and water from the “host” plant.
This orange stringy stuff is Witch's Hair. It is a Lichen that attacks and covers a lot of plants this time each year. I still thik it makes for a cool photo.
Oooh!!
What is it Flynn?
I'm just SO excited!!
Oh, what are you excited about?
Life! The Universe! Everything!.... And that pebble you're holding. Mostly the pebble, to be honest!
Wait - you know about the Universe?
Duh, of course I do.
But how can you possibly know about that? You're a dog! Erm... no offence meant, Flynn!
Hmph, plenty offence taken! I'm a border collie. We know these things. Mummy-Collie gave all us puppies a crash course on physics. An' space an' time an' sheep, while we were living in The Barn. I had to pass a test on Everything, before she'd let me go off to live with the hoomans. Never mind all that though, throw the pebble!!
But... but... I have questions... What do collies know about the universe and physics?
Well, for one thing, that whole String Theory thing hoomans talk about is all wrong. Things are more woolly than stringy. It should be called Wool Theory. That's why sheeps are so important, an' why collies are important too... cause we shuffle the sheeps around. In space. And time. Some of us do anyway. I got other stuff to keep me busy.
Wait, you were learning about String Theory at eight weeks old?
Oh, no, we'd moved on by then! We learnt about Wool Theory at six weeks.
Um... o-kay? I think I might have more questions?
Ask me later, I'll tell you all about the true importance of the Dog Star! Now, come on: THROW THE PEBBLE!! It's for Science.
Haha, do you ever wonder sort of job your dog would have, if they were a person? If Flynn were human, he'd probably be an expert in some terribly obscure branch of science. Absolutely mad keen on that one, very specific topic. I think he'd be more of a researcher, than a teacher. I suspect Flynn might get slightly annoyed when posed "stupid" (totally reasonable!) questions by students! As to what sort of science Flynn would specialise in... Given how much border collies enjoying watching & controlling movement (everything from sheep, to pebbles), perhaps he'd be a physicist, with complex equations scrawled all over the walls. That, or Flynn would go into biology & become The World Authority on discovering & categorising ridiculously rare species of fungi, found only in very specific sorts of woodland. Flynn enjoys excitement in his life, but he prefers it to be organised excitement!!
Perched for a day's sleep in a Corymbia intermedia (pink bloodwood) tree, this koala is one of a population that is slowly regenerating, after many years of matchbox management of forests in this district. Fire is a double-edged sword: on the one hand it sustains the sclerophyll forests that are ideal koala habitat but fire kills the koalas who often ascend the trees to escape danger.
These forests have been managed by providing grazing leases to nearby cattle graziers, who in turn have used fire to maintain grasses and reduce unwanted plants such as lantana.
In recent years, graziers have reduced their use of fire, but occasional acts of arson, lightning strikes in a dry storm, and a miscalculation by forest managers using control burn practices have generated wildfires in the area.
Currently the Queensland Government is moving towards this area being managed as a protected area estate.
Remember when warts were, like, "in"?
I don't mean in style in the fashion sense. I mean "in" as in talked about by advertisers and media. You know... like erectile dysfunction, and depression, and herpes, and all the myriad illnesses championed these days in TV and magazine ads.
When I was a kid, society's concerns (at least in that department) seemed to be simpler... more down to earth. Like dandruff. And bad breath. And stinky pits. And warts.
I remember the wart thing well because I had them. And Compound W ads were, in those days, inescapable. They started with a young woman crying. And someone asking, "Why the tears?" And her choked up reply was a sniffle and a single, painful word: "Warts."
Oh, the humanity.
Still... I guess the advertising worked. Because I tried Compound W. I also tried sliced raw potatoes. And every other going "cure" for warts in the day. Nothing seemed to make a difference. I had superwarts. Apparently immune to any and all human interventions.
I had this one on the inside of my right elbow. It was massive. Composed of many many long rooty things and protruding at least an inch (no exaggeration), it was roughly the size of a pencil eraser. And because it stuck out, it was always getting snagged on things... zippers, hems, sleeve holes, twigs when I was climbing trees.
It reached its peak of glory in about Grade 5. We were outside, high jumping... going over the bar onto a mat composed of chunks of foam, held together with netting. I was in my element. All the kids hated me, but I was fast and springy and a very good jumper. And so... as they raised the bar higher and higher... it came down to just me and one other girl still taking turns while the others stood and watched.
As I rolled across the mat after finishing my last jump, I felt this tugging on my elbow. And because it didn't hurt, I didn't realize I'd basically torn the wart off on the snaggy stringy netting. As I walked back to take my place for the next jump, the other kids started making faces, going "Ewwww!" and pointing and laughing... which (sad to say) was not at all unusual for me. So... again, I didn't really think anything of it. Until I saw all the blood.
I enjoyed a day of elementary school semi-fame... with kids paying positive attention to me. Instead of just making fun of me, they actually tried being nice... just so they could gawk at the gaping bleeding hole in my arm where the wart had been.
We searched some for the wart, too. But it must have ended up on the ground. Or lost somewhere in the spongy chunks of the highjump mat. Whatever. That was the end of my elbow wart. The hole healed and that was that. And that was the end of my warts in general.
Until I turned 40. Suddenly, the warts were back. And not in fun, easy places like my elbow. See that thing just above my eyelid? Yep, it's a wart. And... just like the one I used to have on my elbow, it's made of many rooty things and sticks way out... and it's growing at an alarming rate. I have a new one on one of my fingers, too... and it's not just rooty and sticky-outy... it has nice black hairs growing out of it!!!
The one by my eye will have to be removed (as have several others which were growing on the same eyelid). It's a fast, fairly painless procedure. My doctor dabs them with liquid nitrogen, they dry up and they fall off. Well... most of the time. The one you can see here has already been zapped twice. So I'm hoping it'll be third time lucky.
The one on my finger... that I'm keeping. It's not like it's in the way or anything. And... hmmm... who knows. I may even shoot it one of these days. After all, it's part of me. Part of who I am. Part (as I like to joke) of my Eastern European heritage.
So... yeah. This is me. Warts and all. It was just a test shot, but I really like the light... especially in the tulip leaves.
This pic was taken at z0mbina's horror rp sim called Los Muertos. She has done such an awesome job making this place! slurl.com/secondlife/Final Destination/128/128/22
Will is enjoying a clump of pumpkin. I think this stringy variety is their favorite. I gave the Wright-Locke goats a few of them today, as the farm has a big pile of them that were dropped off by patrons. The goats get very excited for them!
Pete Harper, that squat, red-headed, fiery–tempered ball of energy. The first time Jacob saw him, they were in 3rd grade and new student Pete had come round the corner just as Taz Wilson was kicking Jacob’s butt all over the back yard of the school building. Angry just because he was always angry, Taz had taken exception to something Jacob said or the way his hair was or was not parted or to nothing at all. He had grabbed Jacob by the collar, jerked him away from the playground and out of view of Mrs. McKinney, reared back his arm and punched Jacob squarely in the nose. Jacob didn’t even have time to blink before Taz thumped him flat on his back and fell with a thud on top of him, both fists flying.
Suddenly, Jacob felt Taz lifting off and saw his feet somersaulting backwards over his head. Taz let out a yelp as the dynamo Jacob came to know as Pete socked him flat on the ground. Built like a buffalo with his shaggy hair and strong, wide shoulders, Pete proceeded to give Taz a beating that lasted all the way to high school graduation. For the next nine years, Taz tiptoed around Pete. And during those nine years, Jacob and Pete became inseparable, eating together, laughing uproariously at dumb jokes, in and out of each other’s houses so often that their mamas thought they had two boys.
Two boys who could not be any more different. Tall and stringy, Jacob rose a good five inches above Pete’s head, but Pete could pull up a small tree stump by himself. While Jacob made grades high enough to win a scholarship to the state university, Pete was a genius at fixing anything with a motor, his blunt, blackened fingers reading the engine like a blind man reading Braille. Pete talked fast and loud and often. “They don’t need to hear you all the way out to the sale barn,” Mrs. Burnett, their 10th grade English teacher, told him when they were reading parts for a play. Jacob teased him about a decidedly Yankee dialect left over from the early years in Michigan. In contrast, Jacob spoke only when he needed to and then in soft, slow tones echoing Pops’ warm , Savannah-bred voice.
The boys loved each other as Southern boys do who wade creeks together, gigging frogs, and swinging wide on a rope for one heart-stopping moment before dropping into ice-cold water; digging up red worms for more fishing expeditions than they could count; double dating a score of girls through sock hops, drive-ins and senior proms; planning the years ahead and knowing somehow they would always be together, even with wives and kids.
Best friends. True friends. A friendship so strong that each knew he would give his life for the other without a second’s hesitation to think of consequences. But, at this moment, Jacob felt in the deepest part of his heart that the greatest satisfaction of his life would be snuffing out the breath of his best friend. After all, he richly deserved it, and Jacob was just the one to do it.
to be cont'd.
copyright 2/25/09 Betty Hamblen and Ginger Leigh
Monday, February 6th, 2017
This week's theme for the Flickr Macro Monday group is "Say Cheese." From this week's instructions:
"Say Cheese" is an idiom people use to get someone to smile when snapping their photo. However, no photos of people smiling (or frowning) for the camera will be allowed. Let's just say, NO PEOPLE at all for this theme. Other than that, you can be creative. There are so many different types of cheeses and cheese is an ingredient in a variety of delicious dishes. Just think of all the options you have for photo ops: gooey, melted, hard, blue, smoked, peppery, stringy, crumbly, cubes, doodles, crisps, wheels, shredded, sauces, sticks, cake, crackers, curls, shavings...that's a lot of cheesy goodness to choose from!
Glam Swiss
I've been vegetarian since 2013 and tried to go vegan for a short time. But there were two things I couldn't quite give up... cheese and frozen yogurt. One of Curtis's and my favorite late night snacks is cheese and crackers, especially after a glass of cabernet. We get this small variety pack of four cheeses to have on hand all the time. I've always loved swiss cheese, especially the tiny holes in the cheese. Swiss makes me think of tiny mice and old-fashioned cartoons, and I always make up a story when eating swiss. I wanted to glam up this cheese photo shoot, hence the sparkly bokeh.
With the exception of the tulips, all flowers were cut using the very tiniest gum-paste flower-cutters.
All flowers except for the tulips and daffodils are from hard-boiled egg white. Orange tulips and daffodil centers are hand-cut from carrots; red tulips are hand-cut from red pepper. Daffodil petals and the wings of the butterfly are yellow squash.
The leaves are cut from pea pods and took the most time of anything...I'm pretty sick of cutting pea pods right now.
The body and antennae of the butterfly are also made from the stringy parts of snow pea pods.
From collecting at Sierra del Tonto last year. Most of these moss agates are a little denser with the moss and tubes, but this one is unusual.
Usnea, a.k.a. Old Man’s Beard, is not a plant, but a lichen - - a symbiotic relationship between an algae and a fungus. The entire lichen is used medicinally. Usnea looks like long, fuzzy strings hanging from trees in the forests of Europe and North America where it grows - we have a lot of this on our property.
EXPLORE #324, 02-12-09
Our Daily Challenge: String, Stringed, Stringy
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We have so much unique coastline here: white sandy beaches, abrasive black volcanic rocks and....this. Which makes me think of those algae filled, slimy and colourful thermal springs in Yellowstone, USA. No, it's not one of those, but actually relatively stagnant seawater trapped above the high water mark. With it's bright green stringy algaes it looks colourful, when set against the black rocks, but that gloop wouldn't encourage me to go for a paddle. Instead I went looking for dinosaur footprints, but without any success. I'm sure it's not impossible to find them there.
Double-crested Cormorants are large waterbirds with small heads on long, kinked necks. They have thin, strongly hooked bills, roughly the length of the head. Their heavy bodies sit low in the water.
Adults are brown-black with a small patch of yellow-orange skin on the face. Immatures are browner overall, palest on the neck and breast. In the breeding season, adults develop a small double crest of stringy black or white feathers.
Double-crested Cormorants float low on the surface of water and dive to catch small fish. After fishing, they stand on docks, rocks, and tree limbs with wings spread open to dry. In flight, they often travel in V-shaped flocks that shift and reform as the birds alternate bursts of choppy flapping with short glides.
Double-crested Cormorants are the most widespread cormorant in North America, and the one most frequently seen in freshwater. They breed on the coast as well as on large inland lakes. They form colonies of stick nests built high in trees on islands or in patches of flooded timber.
Source: Cornell Lab of Orinthology
Sitting in the tunnel of love and asking for her hand. Is he just stringing her along?
Shot for Our Daily Challenge :“String, Stringed, Stringy”
Wooly Milkcap, I love the texture of the cap on these sort of unraveled knitting :-) Either that or I like the the name wooly it makes me feel a bit warmer on this very chilly day.
Stringy - Indian Gray Wolf polishing off a Blackbuck kill. Truly a once in a lifetime sighting and in perfect light too!
Special thanks to Kartik Patel and local guides for making this image possible.
IG: @sswildlife
Species: Indian Gray Wolf (Canis lupus pallipes)
Date: Jan 2024
Location: Gujarat, IN
Equipment: Canon EOS R5 + EF 600mm IS II + EF 1.4x III Extender
Settings: 1/2500s, ISO: 400, f/6.3 @840mm, Electronic Shutter, Handheld w Beanbag Support
Our Daily Challenge: String, Stringed, Stringy
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Tiny little Pholcus phalangioides spiders beginning to spread out from their huddle.
I've lit them from the side to reveal the web they're walking in. I don't usually see the web with my naked eye, perhaps because it's so thin and stringy.
I should point out that in real life these spiderlings are actually hanging upside down in their web. I've spun the image around 180 degrees to make it more satisfying for human eyes.
I've really changed up my diet the past two years, elminating many foods. This means I spend a lot more time making my own food. The most recent addition is cashew yogurt. Before it goes into the fermentor it gets strained into 1/2 pint jars. So as I made it this morning I decided I'd try a shot of it for the theme. Now I'm wishing I hadn't! What is that dark blob and stringy thing?? If I hadn't taken this picture I would have never noticed it. In good news the strainer kept it out of the final product.
After exactly zero apples last year due to a late frost, both our apple trees are more than making up for it this year.
This is Pixie Crunch, a small early apple on a dwarf root, bowing under the weight of more than 200 apples. I've staked branches several times now; one of the stakes has already broken.
Good for fresh eating, but I've also made two pies with it last week that were really delicious. Because they're quite small apples, making a pie takes a bit more time, but it's well worth it. The apples are sweet, with a well-rounded tangy-ness - I did not need to add any sugar at all!
This is a late bloomer for the studio 26 contact sheet assignment. I've worked on this a few evenings, but just couldn't get it done in time. Pretty large file to allow for some decent size for the small images.
(Bottom middle shows cedar apple rust damage. We don't spray, and we live in the northeast... So far the apples have not minded. More damaging are the thousands of caterpillars blowing in from the ubiquitous maple trees - you can see some holes in the large image -, but now that the trees are a little more mature, I can let the sparrows do most of the cleanup, and the trees leaf out with more leathery, stringy leaves after the worst infestation in early spring is over.)