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How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! and understanding is more to be chosen than silver! Proverbs 16:16
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This is crazy, suspended from the tree. I’m multitasking now and I have to get ready for my appointment. Everyone THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH! I MUST DO THIS IN ADVANCE. I APOLOGIZE & AM GRATEFUL FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING & PATIENCE! Hugs.
Listening to the stories of others and putting yourself in their shoes can go such a long way toward greater understanding and being better equipped for whatever lies before you. It is amazing how different a scenario can look when you have a perspective-shift and begin to view the world through the eyes of another.
This photo is from Sylvan Lake at Custer State Park in South Dakota.
Taken back in the spring of 1988 at a weekend flea market in Sintra, about 15 miles northwest of Lisbon. We were visiting with distant relatives and decided to grab a lunch at the local flea market. Unlike flea markets we've been to here in the states, this one was almost totally filled with food and livestock vendors. One of our friends was a local school teacher and was able to give us a discreet English running translation of the negotiation going on between this boy and the Peacock's seller. The boy wanted to buy the Peacock to replace one that had been killed after escaping and being struck by a car. He was a shrewd customer, mentioning that the price (which I can't remember), was too high because some of its tail feathers were not in great condition. He said the family's Peahens were "sad and lonely". The seller mentioned that the Peacock would still, even with the imperfect tail feathers, make the Peahens very happy and he would be their "best boy friend". Not understanding Portuguese, I can't say that this was the exact translation, but the way he explained this activity was good enough. After we had lunch we walked down the same line of vendors and the Peacock was gone, the crate having been replaced with one containing a half dozen goslings.
This image was copied from a Kodachrome 64 slide using a Nikon D3500 camera.
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This site was the reason for my trip to Sardinia as I had to see this with my own eyes, how they build this can not be explained if you believe in the history told by archeologists, this is just so far beyond all the other historical sites they build, it was clearly build by master masons who had incredible understanding of the astronomical events. Also the precission is just mind blowing. The other sites were stunning as well, but this is right up there with the pyramids of Gizah which I still have to visit some day.
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The Pozzo Sacro di Santa Cristina (Holy Well of Santa Cristina) is widely considered the masterpiece of Nuragic architecture. Located near Paulilatino, Sardinia, this temple dates back to approximately 1100–1000 BC. Unlike the rugged, megalithic look of most Nuraghi, this sacred well is famous for its isodomic masonry—basalt blocks cut with such surgical, millimetric precision that they look modern.
The Architecture
The structure consists of a keyhole-shaped enclosure (temenos) that leads to a trapezoidal staircase of 25 steps. These steps descend into a subterranean chamber with a beehive-shaped dome (tholos), roughly 7 meters high, which protects a natural spring. The geometry is so perfect that as you descend, the ceiling creates an "inverted staircase" effect above you.
Astronomical Significance
For decades, scholars and archaeoastronomers (most notably Arnold Lebeuf) have studied the well as a sophisticated celestial observatory. Its design aligns with both the sun and the moon with incredible accuracy:
1. The Solar Equinoxes
Twice a year, during the Spring and Autumn Equinoxes (March and September), the sun aligns perfectly with the angle of the staircase. At midday, sunlight travels down the stairs and illuminates the water at the bottom.
The "Double Shadow": If you stand on the bottom steps during this time, you can witness a unique optical phenomenon: your shadow is projected both onto the water and upside-down onto the walls of the inner chamber.
2. The Lunar Standstill (Lunistice)
The most extraordinary feature is its lunar alignment. Every 18.6 years, a phenomenon called the Major Lunar Standstill occurs. At this peak, the moon reaches its highest point in the sky.
The vertical "oculus" (the hole at the top of the dome) was positioned so that during this rare event, the moonlight falls perfectly vertically through the opening, reflecting directly in the center of the water mirror below.
Note: We are currently in a lunar standstill period (peaking in 2024–2025), making this a particularly significant time for the site.
Cultural Meaning
The well was likely a sanctuary dedicated to a water cult, where the liquid represented the "womb" of the Earth. The marriage of water (Earth) and light (Heaven) during these astronomical alignments suggests the Nuragic people saw the cosmos and the Earth as a single, connected living system.
“There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.”
--Jack London, The Call of the Wild--
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“Understanding is the bridge between two minds; love is the bridge between two souls.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
Artwork by British artist Martin Creed at his exhibition SAY CHEESE! in Museum Voorlinden Wassenaar, Holland.
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This picture is #1 in my 100 strangers project.
* What's the name of the person in the picture? Debbie
* Who is he/she? Debbie was a fan of one of the buskers (Martin, a Cellist) that I was photographing, they seemed to have an understanding because she stood there complimenting his music and it drew in a crowd. You can probably see in her eyes that she gave off a very kind a good natured vibe.
* How did you meet? We met after I approached Martin and asked if I could photograph him, then standing around together, Debbie and I took an interest in one another.
* What did you talk about? We talked about the weather and how great it was that it was finally warming up, I told her she had nice eyes and I would like to take a photograph of her, she obliged shyly and let me take two photographs.
* New photography technique? Not really. I really like the Zeiss 50mm for clear portraiture. It helps to use a wider aperture when manually focusing so as to not miss the opportunity. Sometimes I feel like it has more to do with luck because there have been many times when I feel like I have it tack on, then the depth of field is a foot in front of the subject.
* Your approach style... My approach was to actually get the busker, and I will post him in the strangers project as well but Debbies portrait came out a lot better. In the process of getting to know Martin, I got to know Debbie, which was an awesome and fortuitous consequence from initiating contact. Having a business card with me was essential, it assures them they can get a copy of the photo if they want, and they also know who I am.
* An observation... I always get caught up in the cloud of excitement when the moment for a good picture comes around, my technical knowledge falls off and it has been critical for me to admit when I haven't gotten the shot and ask for another chance to get it - that has been hard for me because it takes courage to admit you don't get it on the first try. This picture of Debbie is the result of asking for another chance, and I'm sure glad I did.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group pagepages
when someone can truly look into you and know you and really see what you are and how you think and what you would do. when someone has been looking for so long for the things that they have always had within themselves, but needed the right mirror. the right mirror.
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"Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace..."
- John Lennon
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
--Martin Luther King Jr.--
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I'm starting a new Film Noir styled series of images with LEGO! I studied film noir for 3 years so I think I have a good understanding of the style and the tropes that come with it.
The older that you get, the more you understand how your mind processes your reality. The biggest and only critic lives in your perception of people's perception of yourself rather than people's perception of you.
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Samburu National Reserve
Kenya
East Africa
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The vervet monkey (Chlorocebus pygerythrus), or simply vervet, is an Old World monkey of the family Cercopithecidae native to Africa. The term "vervet" is also used to refer to all the members of the genus Chlorocebus. The five distinct subspecies can be found mostly throughout Southern Africa, as well as some of the eastern countries. These mostly herbivorous monkeys have black faces and grey body hair color, ranging in length from about 50 centimetres (20 in) for males to about 40 centimetres (16 in) for females.
In addition to very interesting behavioral research on natural populations, vervet monkeys serve as a nonhuman primate model for understanding genetic and social behaviors of humans. They have been noted for having human-like characteristics, such as hypertension, anxiety, and social and dependent alcohol use. Vervets live in social groups ranging from 10 to 70 individuals, with males changing groups at the time of sexual maturity. The most significant studies done on vervet monkeys involve their communication and alarm calls, specifically in regard to kin and group recognition and particular predator sightings.
"Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child."
- Buddha
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The events that night in the parking lot changed me forever.
I used to look at things as so much more 'black and white.'
'The police were good' I thought.
And 'our government existed to serve and protect the people.'
There was a certain bliss in living with that ignorance.
One night shattered that and life itself would never be so simple again.
I knew that anyone could go bad.
I'd seen that before.
But the systematic coverup I was witness to...
that whacked my reality big time.
Since then I've made quite a few friends who happen to be cops.
I'd say that in my experience about half of them are an honor to the badge.
The other half...
you'd be shocked that they're nothing but another street gang bunch of thugs...
only they hide behind those badges and blue uniforms.
And they're authorized by the state to carry guns and use deadly force.
I don't think anything's ever offended me so much as seeing that bullshit up close.
It was like some fog was lifted and I saw what went on 'behind the curtain.'
That shit really shook me up.
I'm talking about people who've not only got no problem murdering someone...
but they've got the understanding and the means to get away with it.
There's more than a few people in prison who've been sent there wrongly convicted of crimes these guys have done.
They know how to pull it off.
The only thing that they really fear are the half of the cops who wouldn't tolerate that stuff.
The problem is that in some departments the ratio's pretty skewed.
Like Deadwood.
The whole place is filled with bad apples.
The stories I started to hear were unbelievable.
Witness intimidation.
Planting drugs.
Lying on police reports.
Giving false testimony.
And of course...
firebombing the garbage dumpster in front of my office.
I saw that one with my own eyes.
Or that phone call I got about the Police Commisioner's federal conviction for selling a couple of kilos of the white stuff.
The same guy that owned the bar that installed the illegal poker machines.
The ones that were all gone when the county went to raid his place because Iron Fist supposedly got tipped off and told him he'd better get rid of those things fast.
And I heard Iron Fist was pissed.
Not because his Police Commissioner had an illegal gambling operation going on in his town...
but because he'd kept it a secret from him.
Iron Fist kept secrets.
You didn't keep secrets from him.
There's some dark shadows on the other side of that 'thin blue line' and I'm telling you that I hope you never see them.
They get away with way too much.
They get away with murder.
The corruption is so endemic to the system that I have no faith at all that it can ever be eliminated.
There's a secret code.
If you've ever gotten a ticket and the cop thought you were an asshole all he had to do was to make sure that when he stapled your drivers lisense to the paperwork was that he put the staple through your picture.
The next cop that pulled you over knew right away that some other cop had a problem with you.
Because you had staple holes there on your license.
On your face.
That's the kind of shit that they do.
That's the 'code.'
One thing that they do better than anything though is to stick together.
'Professional courtesy' they call it.
In Chicago givin' another cop a ticket for DUI is an instant career dead end.
The older cops with more experience know how it works.
The young guys get sucked into it in order to prove themselves.
And to survive.
You gotta tow the line if you want backup to help you out in a timely manner when you call for it.
It's almost a rite of passage.
You don't pass the test...
you're gonna get your ass kicked on the streets or worse...
and no one's gonna drive really fast to help you out.
You'll be on your own.
Over the years the cops have developed an 'us or them' mentality.
They become jaded about the way it all works...
they socialize amongst themselves and the women who they call 'holster sniffers.'
They start to hate the legal system...
the judges and the prosecutors...
and then all of the sudden they're one of the 'bad apples.'
You hear about them every once in a while...
either they're busted by the feds or they're turned on by the guys around them because they pissed someone off.
You got no idea how bad it is really.
Not until you start hearin' what's going on 'off the record.'
You'll never sleep as well as you did before you heard the stories.
What makes it all worse is when corrupt politicians start to use the police as a 'personal army.'
That only makes everything dirtier.
The cops know that they're gonna get away with so much more when the guys above them are corrupt too.
That's the way it went in Deadwood.
Iron Fist used the police like they were his own little militia.
If he had a problem with you then you had yourself a problem with the cops.
And keepin' Iron Fist happy took precedence over 'law and order' any day of the week in Deadwood.
You got old Iron Fist pissed off at you that'd be a real quick end to your career in 'law enforcement.'
While Iron Fist ran the place the town was known as a really desirable place to live.
You didn't put a 'for sale' sign in front of your house if you wanted to sell it when he was in charge.
The old man would never tolerate that.
He had a list of people who wanted to live there and him and his cronies would figure out who they were gonna let buy your house.
They didn't want any 'undesirables' moving in.
And by 'undesirables' I mean black people.
Iron Fist thought that 'for sale' signs on people's homes made him look bad.
Dude should have been a cult leader the way he operated.
If you went around 'the system'...
and some people did because they felt that Iron Fist's little policy was cutting their profits on the sale of their homes...
Iron Fist would send the cops out late at night and snatch that 'for sale' sign right out of your front yard.
The guys I talked to said 'Secret Squirrel' was always up for the job.
He was the guy that drove around with the trunk full of machine guns.
The Village was sued in federal court for the practice by real estate agents and the Village lost on First Ammendment grounds...
but they still kept doing it.
Iron Fist reduced the police to commonon thievery.
For a lot of them I think that was the line that they'd first crossed into the corruption that soiled the place.
Kind of like a little 'initiation' into the way things were done in Deadwood.
They wanted to make damn sure no 'undesirables' were ever hired on to the police department too.
They asked applicants to provide a picture of themselves with their applications.
You better not have a dark complection if you wanted to get a job there.
The thing that really made everything so corrupt was that the Chief would always end up with a big old bag of dirt on Iron Fist...
just as much as Iron Fist'd end up with a big old bag of dirt on the Chief.
The relationships never seemed to last too long because Iron Fist knew the game better than any of the clowns he'd make Chief.
He'd take 'em down before they really became a threat.
When Skeevy left there to run another department it wasn't too long before the feds were all over his ass.
It was Skeevy who'd installed the guy that'd become the next Chief...
'Chief Hotdog.'
The one I sent the 'nutcracker' letter to.
Where I told him 'I was gonna squeeze his balls until they popped.'
The letter I had to read in front of the jury with all the good stuff blacked out.
Man I really thought I was gonna be charged with some serious felonies for that action.
Even my lawyer said he was worried about it.
'You don't go around writing that kind of stuff down' he said 'say whatever you want but you don't write letters like that and send them to the Chief of Police signed with your name.'
Fortunately the statute of limitations has run out on that one and I ain't got no problems that way.
I really tortured poor Chief Hotdog...
got inside his head and fucked with him big time.
The way I saw it he deserved it.
I mean... he was the boss... and he coudda done something to make things right for me and my family.
He was given the chance to do the right thing.
They all were.
But when he came out lying to the media about what happened that night and defended the actions of his street thug cops I knew I was goin' after his ass any way I could.
Right after the case against my wife was thrown out Chief Hotdog resigned.
Of course The Kid said it had nothin' to do with the bungling of that case...
and insiders said it was because he didn't do really well at fundraising for The Kid politically...
but I didn't care.
He was just one more corrupt motherfucker that I had in my crosshairs that went down in flames.
Whatever it was it ended his career.
The department went without a Chief for a few months and everyone speculated on who was gonna be named Chief Hotdog's successor.
I was shakin' the place up with allegations about the use of the contaminated well but that was all kinda behind the scenes...
the media or the feds hadn't picked up on it just yet.
When The Kid appointed the new Chief, me and The Mole both let out a collective gasp at the same time.
He appointed a woman who used to run the water department.
Terry Stewbauer.
I couldn't believe it.
It was such an obvious payoff and anyone in the know could see that right away.
It was blatant.
The Kid wasn't just 'ball-less' he seemed to be brainless too.
That was the first time I knew I really had those assholes and I knew I had them good.
They knew the feds were comin' sooner or later because I wasn't letting up and appointing Stewbauer as the new Chief of Police was a sort of premptory strike.
They wanted to keep her quiet and they wanted to keep her loyal...
put her on the 'short leash.'
I think she was scared shitless about what was comin' down the line and thinkin' about makin' a deal herself with the federales.
The Kid appointing her as the new Chief was probably a confidence builder for the woman.
She was working part time as a detective for the department before she was appointed Chief and I'd heard she wasn't a bad cop.
But she knew the truth about the use of the contaminated well and I knew that in appointing her that The Kid was hoping she'd never tell that truth to anyone.
Especially the feds.
I heard that her husband was a convicted drug dealer who was sitting in prison at the time she was appointed as the new Chief too.
She couldn't have been a very good detective if she didn't know that the old man was dealin' drugs out of her house.
Or she was a very corrupt detective.
Take your pick.
She was working as the Chief of Police in Deadwood when she was indicted on something like twenty three felony counts by the US Attorney.
She had to surrender her gun and her firearm owners identification card to the feds right after that.
Deadwood gave her a paid 'leave of absence' so now she gets paid for doing nothing.
Except takin' a fall for Iron Fist and his crew and keeping some serious secrets.
Of course they're paying her legal bills too.
I can't believe they get away with that shit but they do.
If I was a reporter I'd tear 'em a new one over that story.
I guess that made her the second Chief of Police that I'd end up takin' down in a row over this whole thing.
The Mole once pointed out that 'fucking with you doesn't seem to be a really good career move.'
We shared a good laugh over that one.
I was makin' enemies there almost as fast as I'm known to make friends.
And I was using the enemies of my enemy pretty effectively too.
That's why I'd reached out to Congressman Bobby Rush.
Krista'd made the introduction.
I'd read that when Rush was first elected to Congress that Iron Fist was pretty pissed off that now a black man would be representing Deadwood in Congress.
He was quoted in the newspapers saying that he wanted to secceed from the congressional district because 'there was no way that that man could represent the white ethnics of Deadwood.'
That comment really pissed off Congressman Rush and I don't think he ever forgot it.
Or forgave it.
I remember thinking 'this guy will really be a help in nailing Iron Fist to the cross' and I was right.
Congressman Rush and I are not the kind of guys who you'd ever accuse of seeing 'eye to eye' politically but we had a common enemy in Iron Fist and that's all it takes in Illinois politics... or politics in general to gain a strong ally.
I remember the Congressman pulling me out of a big meeting saying that he wanted me to get in front of the cameras with him and talk to the press.
Right after he'd given the best political speech I've ever had the great pleasure to witness.
I'm telling you I swear he channeled the spirit of a baptist preacher from the deep south of the seventies on that one.
I think the Congressman wanted Iron Fist to see him with his arm around me there smiling.
Kinda like twisting the knife if you know what I mean.
I also remember the Fox News reporter with that tight sweater and the most amazing pair of tits I'd ever seen...
I thought it was pretty funny that I'm standing next to a Congressman with about a half a dozen tv cameras in my face blowin' the lid on Iron Fist and his dirty and despicable deeds and I can't take my eyes off of this woman's rack.
I'm usually not like that...
but damn... the combination of that sweater and her upper body were a work of freakin' art...
a thing of incredible beauty.
That moment was the closest I'd ever come to feeling a woman up on live tv.
I'm glad the Congressman did most of the talking.
When I watched myself on tv that night I looked like a really honest guy lookin' right into the camera like that.
Only me and God knew where I was really looking though.
And I blame the whole thing on God anyway.
That was not the work of some plastic surgeon...
and if it was, then it was God that gave him that talent...
so I still blame God and I think he'd be honored that I do.
I felt like dirt for thinkin' that way there though.
Iron Fist and his shenanigans killed people.
Innocent people that had no idea that they were drinking that cancer water.
There were so many people with cancer there at that meeting.
I shook their hands and I hugged them.
I looked into their eyes and I listened to their stories.
And it all got me even more pissed off at what those assholes did.
Yeah... there was a certain selfish satisfaction in the imminent crucifiction of the people who'd hurt my family...
but more and more I was beginning to find myself taking up the crusade to bring these guys to justice not just for what they'd done to me and my family...
but for what they'd done to the people that trusted them.
They had to pay for what they'd done and it seemed like I was the only one with the balls and the motivation and the understanding of the situation to keep driving them towards justice.
And now I had some powerful people on my side.
Rush had called Eric Holder, the US Attorney General from the meeting and told him what was going on.
Shit was getting stirred up alright.
I was excited.
I'd seen enough in that parking lot and in the days after to know that they were soul-less and corrupt and I wanted to show everyone that.
I wanted revenge ever since that night.
There was a battle going on inside of my soul by this time.
And I found myself slowly letting the whole concept of revenge go.
More than anything...
I really wanted justice.
And I wanted it for the frail thirty eight year old woman I'd just hugged who had cancer all over her body and was sick right there from all of the chemo...
I wanted justice for her.
They had no right to do that to another human being.
Iron Fist and his whole crew hadda go down for this.
From the series 'There's Something in the Water' here on Flickr... www.flickr.com/photos/light_seeker/sets/72157627041317913...
"Night and Day" is a popular song by Cole Porter.
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This is the Haus Des Rundfunks in Berlin designed by Hans Poelzig in 1929
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I'd like to thank our guide for its patience and understanding while I was there.
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This is a reworking of a 2008 photograph which I liked very much but attracted few views and no faves. Not understanding the social aspects of Flickr I made the mistake of uploading more than 2000 photos this time last year when I first posted on Flickr. I uploaded as many the night after. Naturally they were resoundingly ignored. Posting between 1 and 4 shots each day seems to be more normal behaviour and I have been so grateful for the comments and encouragement and friendship I have received doing just that. I believe Flickr disapproves of reposting so I have now made a couple of different treatments of the image I liked. Here they are.
The Mission of Turning Point Ministries (TPM) Church is to develop believers into mature Disciples of Christ so that we know how to effectively witness to unbelievers. As a mature believer each member will have an accurate understanding of God’s word and be able to discern truth from error. The Mission is based on the ministry and work of Jesus Christ according to St. Luke 4:18-19. In an effort for Turning Point Ministries Church to fulfill its mission each member will know their gift and calling for service within this local body of believers.
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Our Mother of Sorrows Catholic Church and School: 1967-2009
September 15th is the memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows. Simeon predicted that a sword would pierce Mary’s heart (Luke 2:35) and the Church honors her seven sorrows. There have been two churches with this title in the Archdiocese of Cincinnati, one in Monroe and the other in Roselawn, pictured above, which closed in 2009. Take from The Catholic Telegraph issue dated 28 September 1967, the caption reads,
“Archbishop Karl J. Alter addresses parishioners at the newly renovated Our Mother of Sorrows Church, Cincinnati [Roselawn]. The school cafeteria was converted into a church to accommodate a larger number of persons. Parishioners performed most of the work, according to Father Andrew J. Hoying, pastor. The dedication ceremony was held on the feast of the Seven Sorrows of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Sept. 15.”
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She'd been attacked, pecked relentlessly on every side, little bruises covering virtually every inch of her, all hidden under the endless layers of silk, lace and fur. Curiously, there was no blood anywhere. Not a single puncture wound visible. She reeled for a while, not understanding anything, completely dazed as she watched her world change from black and to white again. The ravens had flown away to find something fresh, and left her in lying in the cold snow that numbed the pain and invited her to sleep. And when she agreed and shut her eyes, she no longer saw black and white, simply gray nothingness. Soft gray noise, comforting like a pillow wrapped around her body, buffering her rough edges, pressed even against her mouth. And it was reassuring, all this fuzzy softness, and she relaxed and fell back to sleep. First one day, then the next and then the next after that, waking only to note that she was still sore, then nodding off again, returning to her new world of gray noise.
At some point, she caught herself dreaming, "This is so much better. Perhaps I'll just keep lying here forever. I'll let the snow come and make me a warm, thick, last blanket, and just fade into the gray noise." And again, she shut her eyes.
She was awakened by a tapping but ignored it and soon feel back asleep. A moment later, she felt a little pain in her hand, something she had not experienced in days (weeks?). She tried to ignore it, but there it was again, worse. She tried to rouse herself, but felt like she was under water and could not swim to the surface. The pain in her hand intensified. She forced herself to focus and summoned everything inside her to rise to the surface, grasping to find her voice, puncturing the thick, gray noise that enveloped her. She opened a watery eye and was met with an inky black stare. A raven was looking directly at her. A long moment passed as they studied one another calmly, the victor and the vanquished.
A few flakes of snow glided down, decorating her wrist like charms of bracelet, then landing on the raven's feathers, melting into a darker shade of black. The bird blinked then resumed his task, pecking hard into the soft skin of her palm.
She shut her eyes again.
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Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
So make the most of me before they delete my acount: www.flickr.com/photos/69558134@N05/?details=1, to stop me complaining!!