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True Pepsi Lover very old Pepsi cooler riding around on this VW roof rack, always in easy reach, found in North Carolina .
New, spooky shorts! True Boos!
The story you're about to read is based on a real event. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Locations have been changed to protect the curious.
Who Goes There?
"I didn't realize there was so much driving involved in camping," Seth remarked, looking out of the passenger window of the truck, at the seemingly endless evergreen forest.
"We did say it was a backwoods camping trip," Teddi reminded him.
"And I said there'd be travel involved," added Erebus.
"I guess I didn't plan for time travel versus distance travel," Seth replied.
"Time travel?" inquired Erebus.
"Two hundred miles in a plane takes less time than in a truck," explained Seth.
"They wouldn't let me put the truck on the plane," said Erebus.
"Too bad," mused Seth, staring at the trees.
Erebus threw a grin at Teddi, seated between him and Seth, and she grinned back, shaking her blonde head.
The trio continued through the dense, Pacific Northwest forest like this for another hour before turning onto a disused, dirt fire road, and driving for almost another full hour until Erebus took an even more narrow dirt side road off the fire road, and the trees parted as if by magic, revealing a lovely vista of mountain meadows, and a serene little lake.
Erebus announced they'd reached the spot where they would make camp for the next two days.
Seth collapsed on a mossy spot, near the picturesque lake, while Erebus and Teddi built the camp around him.
"Now, this is more like it," sighed Seth, lying back against a tartan blanket draped over a mossy log, gazing at the crackling fire around which the trio of friends sat. "I could sleep right here."
"Probably not a good idea," cautioned Erebus. "Remember that puma we heard while we, while I was collecting kindling?"
"And this is bear country," added Teddi.
"And coyotes might come through here, but they're less likely to attack," mused Erebus.
"Pumas, coyotes, and bears?" asked Seth.
"Oh, my," teased Teddi.
"I'll be in the truck," said Seth, pushing away from the log. "Thanks for the fish and s'mores. Me and the plastic bag of domestic wine bid you good night."
Later that night, Teddi sat up in her sleeping bag, looking around. The interior of the back end of the truck glowed with pale blue ambient light from a battery powered penlight taped to the center of the canopy. Erebus and Seth were sleeping, the gentle slapping sounds from the lake and cricket chirps making the whole scene peaceful enough. She was about to lie down again when there was a distinct snap of a small branch from the forest side of the truck. All of her attention was laser focused on the back of the truck, waiting. After several moments, when whatever it was decided the breaking branch hadn't been heard by the occupants of the truck, footsteps approached the vehicle.
Teddi's head turned to follow where the footsteps walked, certain this wasn't any of the predators they'd teased Seth with. None of those predators would care that they broke a branch. They'd have kept walking. Well, she reasoned, a puma might pause, but she wouldn't hear a puma taking a stroll around and around the truck. Once or twice Teddi thought she heard pawing, or fumbling at the truck doors, and at the tailgate and canopy, but the vehicle was locked up tight, and whatever it was gave up.
She didn't intend to sleep, but she did doze off. And in the morning she told the guys about what happened. They would have teased her, if it weren't for the footprints that circled the truck, around and around. Bare, human footprints. And dirty handprints on the handles, doors, and windows.
"What was the name of that hotel we passed, coming up here?" asked Seth.
"Hot Springs Hideaway," said Teddi. "Sounds cozy. Had a lot of cars parked there."
"Sounds crowded," observed Erebus. "I'll drive. Everything loaded?"
Seth shook out the tartan blanket, tossing it into the back of the truck. "Loaded!"
"Fire out?" asked Erebus.
"Yep," said Teddi, as she slowly poured a bucket of lake water into the shallow fire pit they'd extinguished before turning in that night. "Just to be safe," she told him, tossing the pail to Seth, who chucked it into the back of the truck then closed and locked the tailgate and canopy.
"Hot springs, here we come," enthused Erebus, and the trio hastened to climb into the truck, leaving the serene little campsite to who, or whatever, called it home.
(Thank you to Erebus and Seth for camping out with me, and special thanks to Bailey for being our professional dresser!)
The incredible Tiger’s Nest Monastery sits high in the Himalayan mountains of Bhutan - a true spectacle from the land of the thunder dragon.
There was a brief moment, standing here, taking this photograph, when I felt like everything I had done in my life had in some way led me to this spectacular view. It was a sudden and refreshing burst of insight and it made me it seem like until this point, I've only been experiencing the world around me through my eyes and not with my heart. This was different, there’s just something special about this place that pulled me in and refused to let go. As a seasoned traveler, this is a rare experience that I always find to be truly special - and one that I appreciate tremendously.
To learn the techniques I used to shoot and post-process this image, you can find all the info about my new tutorial video series by visiting: bit.ly/landscape-tutorial
There are around 10,000 breeding pairs of puffins on Skomer and Skokholm Islands off the Pembrokeshire coast, making them one of the most important Puffin colonies in Britain.
Puffins pair for life, and will tend to return each season to the same burrow they've excavated in the soil to raise their single chick. Sometimes they will re-purpose burrows vacated by Manx Sheerwaters or rabbits.
The bond with a true dog is as lasting as the ties of this earth will ever be.
Konrad Lorenz
This is Maddie - my daughters dog. She is normally a happy dog, but she is a little distressed this afternoon - as she is a Packer Fan. Sorry Maddie!
Photo taken by my daughter Chelsey with her iPhone 11.
Shark like clouds over the moon last night.
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...always and forever......x
Love....
....it can leave you soaring so high, like a Lark singing with joy to the world below....
....it can also leave you so low, sucking the breath from your lungs, the energy from your muscles....
Love is such a brutal emotion...... and yet i'm so grateful to have it in my life, it lets me know that i'm alive, not just stumbling from one empty day to another.......
I feel things so intensely......... i know what true love is......
Rainbow lorikeets are true parrots, within the Psittacoidea superfamily in the order Psittaciformes. The rainbow lorikeet or lorikeet (common name) is a species of parrot found in Australia. It is common along the eastern seaboard, from northern Queensland to South Australia. Its habitat is rainforest, coastal bush and woodland areas. They are true parrots of medium-size, with the length ranging from 25 to 30 cm, including the tail. The weight varies from 75 to 157 g. The plumage of the nominate race, as with all subspecies, is very bright. The head is deep blue with a greenish-yellow nuchal collar, and the rest of the upper parts (wings, back and tail) are green. The chest is orange/yellow. The belly is deep blue, and the thighs and rump are green. In flight a yellow wing-bar contrasts clearly with the red underwing coverts.
Gordonia is a genus of flowering plants in the family Theaceae, related to Franklinia, Camellia and Stewartia. Of the roughly 40 species, all but two are native to southeast Asia in southern China, Taiwan and Indochina. They are evergreen trees, growing to 10–20 m tall. The bark is thick and deeply fissured. The leaves are alternately arranged, simple, serrated, thick, leathery, glossy, and 6–18 cm long. The flowers are large and conspicuous, 4–15 cm diameter, with 5 (occasionally 6-8) white petals; flowering is in late winter or early spring. The species are adapted to acidic soils, and do not grow well on chalk or other calcium-rich soils. They also have a high rainfall requirement and will not tolerate drought. S20N_838
This was taken at a surprise proposal shoot just after she said yes. There is nothing like capturing raw, unposed emotion.
The Lanes in Brighton, England, are a many narrow lanes full of small shops (including several antique shops) and and outdoor cafes.
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this sign in jeffersonville sums up my feelings about our president and those planning to run. i think anyone that 'wants' to be president is the last person we should allow to be president.
Hooray ! Explore November 4, 2009 - ♪☻♥♫ These photos have made it to Flickr's Explore! ♪♥☺♫
Unbelievable but true . . . I was in the yard taking photos of birds when all of a sudden all the birds (about 50, mostly sparrows) disappeared. I thought there might be a hawk nearby so I started to look around. Low and behold only about ten feet to my right was this huge hawk perched on my birdbath!
It did not notice me until it heard the click of the camera shutter. It was gone in an instant.
Then I started worrying that it was too close and closer than the minimum focus distance of my lens. I was pleasantly surprised to find nice sharp close-up photos of this hawk. Now I’m off to check my guide books to try and ID it! Hooray!
Update: Its an Immature Cooper's Hawk!!! It was huge! Thanks to Stylurus (Darrin) for the ID help!
True love is like a ghost, everyone speaks of it, but few have seen it.
Place: Shahjalal University Science & Technology
Sylhet, Bangladesh.
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Standing on the top of Kambala Pass, looking down to the Yamdrok Lake, feeling like in somewhere out of the earth.
Thanks all for your visit and constructive comments.