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A Thunderstorm
by Emily Dickinson
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, -
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father's house,
Just quartering a tree.
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Dedicated to all those affected by Hurricane Ida ♥
La Ceja, Colombia; 2.300 meters above sea level.
Aulacorhynchus albivitta
(Southern Emerald toucanet / Tucancito Esmeralda)
Preening is a maintenance behaviour found in birds that involves the use of the beak to position feathers, interlock feather barbules that have become separated, clean plumage, and keep ectoparasites in check. Feathers contribute significantly to a bird's insulation, waterproofing and aerodynamic flight, and so are vital to its survival. Because of this, birds spend considerable time each day maintaining their feathers, primarily through preening. Several actions make up preening behaviour.
Birds fluff up and shake their feathers, which helps to "rezip" feather barbules that have become unhooked. Using their beaks, they gather preen oil from a gland at the base of their tail and distribute this oil through their feathers. They draw each contour feather through their bill, nibbling it from base to tip.
She walks up, velvet rope unhooks
She snaps her fingers and a drink comes
She locks you down with just one look
She’s got this whole club undone
If she’s on the rebound, you ain’t gonna know it
Coming off a heartbreak, she ain’t gonna show it
She’s eyes caught, red dot, locked on me, yeah
She wants my hands on her body
She wants to burn like she’s made of fire
Said, she ain’t going home 'til we
Drink every drop of Kentucky dry
These male brook trout are a dazzling sight to see when they're decked out in these beautiful spawning colors. This guy is descended from ancestors that were swimming around in these Driftless streams ages ago at the end of the Pleistocene Epoch. This colorful brook trout was quickly unhooked and released unharmed since we want to keep as many of these relic jewels swimming in the streams as we can.
A set of MRL Helpers attached to the rear of a BNSF Manifest train departs Helena, MT. The helpers would be unhooked at Elliston, MT after negotiating Mullen Pass.
A bronze statue by Australian artist, Les Johnson, depicting three real dock workers from when this was a working port. Johnny Ringwood pushing the barrow, Mark Tibbs unhooking the chain and Pat Holland checking the load.
Royal Victoria Dock, Newham, London.
The wind began to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, –
It flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road …
--Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
I dump my truck at the same place every time I need to empty it. I had unhooked my trailer today so I could back in and dump my truck. When I drove back to hook up my trailer I noticed this really old car in the bushes. In all the years that I've gone to this place I had never noticed it before. How strange. I thought it would make a good picture so I took a few photos of it and thought I would upload it on Flickr tonight. Something totally different but kind of cool.
I hope everyone is having a great night. 😃
Already tied together in Saginaw with a SD50, the crew apparently decided it was more work to unhook them than it was to run the MP15AC leading an empty phosphate train south to Wixom. Just before sunset, the train with the unusual leader outside of Saginaw splits the searchlights at South Holly much to the happiness of a small army of foam that had gathered to see the unusual power set.
Not always the biggest fish are the best memories. It can be the hardest fighting fish, or a fish from a very difficult water, or a fish of pure beauty, in a beautiful setting.
This Mirror carp was not caught from a difficult lake, but I loved it's linear like scale pattern.
In Britain all our carp go back. You should always use a carp sling, and carp unhooking mat. For some reason, the lad who took this photo for me, thought I would not want a carp mat in my picture. I think this is why I remember this capture, even more. He had misunderstood what a carp mat was for.
In the eighties I used a pike unhooking mat, made by Nash, because it was bigger. Though some anglers found unhooking mats unusual in them days. So maybe that's why the lad moved it before taking the photograph.
I started kneeling on the edge of the mat in future photos, making it hard to remove during photos at this water.
Thankfully unhooking mats have become the norn now in the UK, and in many parts of Europe now. We use large tarpaulins for the Wels Catfish.
The carp mats I have now are huge, but back in the day we use to even make them out of old armchair seat cushions. Put carp sack over one, and you had a carp mat.
This fish fought like a salmon in the water, but on the bank the carp stayed calm all through the few photos taken of it. This fish went on to grow much bigger.
A special thank you to the person who unhooked me from a leash and encouraged my mischief. Just one more leash to go. ❤️
"We had to cross a very wobbly suspension bridge high above the rocks, securing ourselves using the carabiners… We were supposed to go one at a time but Allan started to cross before I had unhooked myself to get off the bridge causing me to wobble so much I couldn’t unhook and take the step up to get off. There was a lot of swearing!!!"
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This is an archive picture, before we got our squirrel-proof bird feeder. I was amazed out how smart and determined the squirrels were. It really got bad when the squirrels learned to unhook the bird feeder so that the seed would spill over the ground.
We replaced this feeder with a squirrel-proof one, which actually works. www.amazon.com/dp/B00AUFIQ1U
For Smile on Saturday theme "Upside Down"
In Explore Sep 12, 2025 #262
Same little butterfly as before, an Essex skipper I think because of the dark unhooked antennae tips. Happy to be corrected though :)
Canon EOS 550D EF-S55-250mm f/4-5.6 IS
ƒ/5.6 250.0 mm 1/800 ISO 400
For roughly 2 weeks CN 5258 found itself on CN 580/581 holding down the middle position on the consist most days. Luckily for me on Saturday I found 5258 unhooked and sitting in a brief moment of filtered sunlight.
5258 is one of 2 SD40-2W's which were modified for operating on LNG before the pilot program was deemed unsuccessful.
One of Georgina's favourite places to sit in our kitchen. Most of the time GooGoo manages to not get knocked off. I had the window open ( very securely screened ) to cool the kitchen after a baking marathon. Sometimes she stretches out and catches her claws on the screen but always manages to unhook them.
I found this fab live performance of The Cars from 1978 -
"All Mixed Up" - www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oxJDZaLmDg
point where it hurts.
Even the smallest of trains have trouble with Rutledge Hill in the right (wrong) conditions. This 20mm view gives you somewhat of an idea how much snow and ice cakes up in the cavernous chute down towards the BN diamond and former Milwaukee Road yard in Ottumwa. This short 181 succumbed to the hill a lil ways back there in the curve to my south. A newly on duty 260 was able to help by unhooking their DU and using it to push 181 up the hill. 181’s crew noted that someone in Kansas City did make a note about each locomotive - the leader struggled to maintain a proper load, and the trailer needed water.
Operational growing pains for the newly married territories. They’ll figure it out one day.
This post isn't about photography....obviously:-)). In fact, I didn't even take any of these shots. It's just to give a bit of an update as you have all been so supportive. This first photo is the reason I didn't get far when I took off. Got stuck at my brother's for 2 nights (he took the top photo) because of a blizzard!!! Turned out well as I got to spend New Year's eve with two of my favourite people and their friends.
I had no problems crossing the border as I had observed all the rules about fruit and meat. Apparently Canadian fruit and meat is forbidden!!! It hasn't killed me yet! The only thing I was questioned about was the mysterious thing in my freezer wrapped up. Was a snowball for Fred (Darby and me) which has since melted when I had problems with my fridge...sorry Fred.
I made it to Huntsville Alabama after spending 3 nights in Walmart parking lots. I'm officially white trash now!! I didn't see much of the states I drove through but do have some observations from the road. Ohio has more damn dead deer on the roadsides than I've ever seen, all in various states of decay. I guess Canadians scoop up that road kill real fast!! Cheap meals. Kidding...road crews do.
Kentucky and Tennessee have a lot of rolling hills and I drove through a lot of dense fog in Tennesee.
What the hell is with the weird names in Kentucky. I was worried they have some fetish for licking. I only stopped once for fuel just in case. There's a Salt Lick, a Blue Lick Springs, a Knob Lick and even a state park called Big Bone Lick. I kid you not. You couldn't make this up---check a map. A flickr friend also pointed out one I missed......Dick Lick Springs!!! Honest!!!
It was getting really old not having running water so I was thrilled to finally arrive in Huntsville Alabama and hook up to water etc. It wasn't exactly that easy as my rig had been winterized with anti-freeze so the lines wouldn't freeze so had to flush them first. I was quite proud of myself when I backed that sucker into my campsite first shot. The "good old boys" who were watching, burst out in applause and one told me I had "impressed this country boy". Almost everyone in the campsite had two names. I honestly met a Billy Bob, a Sarah Faye and a Tommy Roy. I thought about adding my middle name to mine while there:-)). I was really looking forward to staying put for a few days. I met up with my friend Wes (BamaWester) and did dinner and I got a great tour of the area. It rained practically every damn day I was here and my campsite was like a swamp!! On my second day there I was awakened EARLY with someone banging on the side of my motorhome telling me I had to evacuate the park QUICKLY!!! The Tennessee river had spilled it's banks and was flooding the campground. I was told I had 5 minutes to get out. 5 minutes isn't enough time to unhook from electricity, water etc., put everything away to get ready to move, hook up my jeep and get dressed. So I was unhooking in my pj's getting soaking wet (still raining) and running around trying to throw things wherever they would stay put. A nice guy took my jeep out to higher ground while I prepared the motorhome. I insisted I was getting dressed first. I was NOT going to drive out of there in wet pj's!! I was told not to slow down going through the water or I would block everyone else from escaping. No pressure!! Was a bit scary when water was coming in under my door while driving out. Anyway, got out and had to relocate to another campsite which was dryer anyway but it was a HUGE pain in the ass. My very first campsite, and I get evacuated!! I hope it isn't an omen of things to come. Mike laughed his ass off at me as he said he's been doing this for 3 years and never had to evacuate a campsite.
I told Wes this and I mean it. They call Canadians polite but we have nothing on people from this area. I've met two very different kinds of people here, the country folk and the highly educated sophisticated type but they are all extremely polite and helpful. Lots of Southern hospitality here:-)).
Mike arrived (mikejonesphoto) and spent a few days which was great. He was good enough to check out a few problems I've had with the motorhome and I enjoyed seeing him and his dogs. We had a great visit. Drank too much, laughed a lot and caught up. It was a lot of fun. We got together with Ann (Amabile) and Wes for shooting on Friday which luckily was the only nice day we've had. Thanks again Wes for a great day....I'm thankful there were other things on the menu at the restaurant besides raw oysters!! Always reminds me of snot!
That's the short version even if it isn't too short, more like a Chaybert story:-)). I'm leaving here tomorrow and heading for Savannah Georgia which I'm really looking forward to seeing....then on to Florida.
The mist took some time to clear on Sunday morning and on our first trip it was still foggy & drizzling in Leicester.
Johnny is about to squeeze Stanier Mogul 2-6-0 13268's couplings so I can go under to unhook the stock prior to running round.
The Congo Goliath Tiger fish as always facinated me. They have been caught on rod and line to over 100Lbs, and they make a Pirhana look like a friendly fish. A man named Douglas Dann who sounds actually like a Super Hero to me, once wrote a book about them. Titled 'The Largest Tigerfish In The World'.
My friend John Griffiths rang me from the Congo some years back. He had gone there to build helicopter pads for the UN. He obviously took fishing rods with him. He told me to give him some time, and he would track down good fishing areas to catch the Congo Tiger fish. I had fished with Griff in Kazakhstan, and Spain before. He had put me on big fish locations in the past, and he is an angler who will try fishing anywhere.
Unfortunately while he was there a protest started, and a type of mini civil war broke out. Losing all his fishing tackle, and only being left with the cloths he stood in, having to flee the area. So that dream is now on the back burner.
I never realised though how difficult it would be to fish wild waters in China. Getting permission to fish such waters seems impossible. I was given good advice, and information by a Chinese man last year. He told me lakes with an high population of people living nearby. The carps in such lakes will usually be very small in size, because they are regarded as a food source. He told me it could be more trouble than it is worth, trying to fish in the Chinese wilderness. He told me the army and the police are different in all regions, and they may not believe I'm actually visiting to fish. He said I would be better off travelling to America, it would be far easier to get permission to fish big waters there. So I might have to contact my good friend Donald Trump.....Lol
Afghanistan, and Syria was once on the cards, and we did find people that could of got us permission to fish there, but unfortunately as quick as we located such people with an interest in fishing there. Shortly after tracking them down both times wars sadly broke out there.
One lake I have interest in is Lake Garda Italy, I know you can not night fish it. Although I have been told you can eel fish it at night. Though there must be some monster carp in there. It is a such large amount of water to not have big fish in, but I never see much ever written about the place. I would not be surprised if there is large Wels catfish in there as well, because south-eastern tip of the lake is the Mincio river. Where the Wels have been caught at large weights. I think I might just turn up there one day with a couple of rods, and reels, and try to buy some basic baits from a supermarket.
Another fish that fascinates me is the Bull Shark, a fish that not only lives in the sea, but can swim up many freshwater rivers. It as been caught in American, Australia, and South American rivers. Some say the film Jaws was really based on the Bull shark, and not the Great White. Though I know one thing if I get lucky enough to fish for them in a river, not only I might have to climb in the water to unhook them, but "I MIGHT NEED A BIGGER BOAT".....Lol
decided to have a break and of course my subject decided to join me. I unhooked my waterproof cover and tripod and sat to have lunch. "Take your Camera".
I cropped out the Tripod and Cover in this Photograph.
This place is eerie. The building is a wreck, all caving in roofing and broken glass. The detached trailers and unhooked truck cab seem right for the loneliness and disconnection in the scene. The puddle and the tree are "natural" elements that are perhaps not entirely at home here, though the trailer in the center is becoming overgrown with grasses and weeds, life taking its inevitable course. Absurdly there is a for sale sign on the building.
CN 331 departs Paris West with IC 1008 and BLE 907 on a sunny afternoon.
331 had snuck through Brantford before my lunch had began so the chase was on. I hoppped on the 403 to Paris and was able to get to Paris West as they were beginning their lift. Sadly I missed an unhooked shot of 907 but I'm still glad to have got them.
I decided to have a break and of course my subject decided to join me. I unhooked my waterproof cover and tripod and sat to have lunch. "Take your Camera".
I could easily have cropped out the Tripod and Cover but this is more of a lesson than a Photograph.
We were enjoying a peaceful evening on the beach which had been full of cars all day. This guy turned up and gave his horse a good workout. Before leaving the beach he unhooked the buggy and took the horse for a splash in the sea, but were at the far end of the beach and by the time I ran over to take a shot they were finished :-(
A rare visitor to the Linea T, an NS ES44DC sits side by side with the T-1704 kilometer post while it's train is in emergency due to an unhooked anglecock.
Amatitan, Jalisco.
The naked dance remembered;
Our bodies unhook.
Under a rib,
Your pale elbow sits,
My thumb crocked,
Draws your sweet company
Making us one
Engaged, resolved
Partnered, stirred
Fuelled, captivated
Heaven in your
Milk drop breasts
Paradise in your
Sweet wet mouth
Ecstasy in your
Hot eager valley
Makes life squeal
Corner at speed
This day made
For us alone
Out of the
Common place.
No throwaway lines
Straight to the point
Wet wrapped
Pounding hearts
We begin to
Exchange secrets
Full on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
AND if anyone wants to dance nae kit,,,,,,,,,,,,,
BODYROCKERS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH_IKMf8_DU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmPtW7hyvfI&feature=related unplugged but not really
HUMAN LEAGUE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8x-7dgSrLI - matured
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykItKtuhmpk - CLASSIC
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1ULU8MeSm0 - glittery
Darren Pilgrims Kenworth T404s prepares to unhook the second trailer in order to tip off at Ridleys at Murray Bridge
A couple of days later and another trip to Farmoor Reservoir in Oxfordshire to try and photograph the Great Northern Diver.
The Loon in late afternoon light.
The Great Northern Diver is also know as a Common Loon.
This was the last image of the day before i left. I later received news that about 15 minutes after i left the Great Northern Diver was hooked/snagged by a fly fisherman who was drift fishing in his boat.
Much later i heard that the GND had been unhooked, de-snagged and released. It was uninjured but showing major signs of stress.
Image best viewed in "lights out" L key.
~Oscar Wilde~
When I was a kid I remembered mom had one charcoal iron similar to the miniature above. Back then there was no electricity in my village but electric generator that run up only from 4pm to 11pm. To use this iron, just unhook the catch, open the lid and put in red-hot charcoal. Then close the lid, fasten the catch and wait for the iron to heat up. For delicate fabrics mom often used banana leaves on top of the fabric so it won't spoil the clothes.
[15:53] Fenna DeCuir had followed him a while, cris crossing the place and eventually she walked right up to him. When she came to a halt, there was still a respectable distance between the two. Eyes narrowed as she titled her head from the right to the left, eyeing him. ''YEAH FUCKFACE BETTER DROP THAT WEAPON. WOULD HATE TO END UP SHOOTING YOU IN THE HEAD WITH IT INSTEAD OF CHOKING YOU WITH YER LARGE INTESTINE!'' she called out loud enough for the scientist to hear.
[15:56] Laurick Scarbridge just held the rifle up on his shoulder as he looked at Fenna with a quirked brow. The red head tapped the body of the rifle on the side of his head, smiling brightly as that woman blocked his path. He continued to move forward without much regard for her and leaned forward when he arrived at the first bump - leaning forward as he tilted his head, "Oh my, you. I wasn't expecting /you/ just yet. Not in this weather!" he said as the rain hit the waters that surroudned them.
[15:59] Fenna DeCuir: ''The weather, reflects my mood. It rains. I want it to be raining men.'' she paused, dark twinkle in her eyes. ''Dead men.'' she wouldnt move back as he walked closer, nor would she move towards him. Hand reached down and she unhooked the heavy chain from her thighband. Only to wrap the first couple of shackles around the knuckles of her right hand. ''Pussy.'' she said then, grinning.
[16:01] Laurick Scarbridge quirked a brow as she wrapped the chain around her hand. He glanced down at the weapon in his right hand and shrugged his shoulders as he tossed the stock rifle into the water. His hands moved to wrap around his back as he hopped over the first ridge and then continued to move toward toward Fenna with a large smile on his face, "I'm surprised you agreed to these terms, that I am. We'll see - we really will. I don't think you'll be happy with the outcome, though."
[16:05] Fenna DeCuir smirked. ''Oh, I know that. Would love to put your cock into the meatgrinder once I am done with you, too bad I have none here.'' she shrugged, nodded at the water. ''Guess the sharks will have to do the trick then..'' she moved forwards then herself, slowly. One step after the other, though this just lasted for a moment. Fenna then took a sprint, swung the heavy rusty chain through the air and would attempt to hit him right against the face. '''Lets not talk. HUH!''
[16:07] Laurick Scarbridge held his hands behind his back as Fenna advanced and continued to talk. He just smiled that large grin. For once, the red head didn't open his mouth. When Fenna came forward with the chain he actually ducked down and attempted to avoid the damage. Fenna would notice right away something off about his reflex speed. Judging by the speed which with he moved, he had some sort of augmentation in his knees .. or at least his joints. Once the chain had moved out of his range, he backed up, hopefully, before she could continue to swing once more. His right hand raised up and he tutted his finger at Fenna and winked.
[16:11] Fenna DeCuir wouldnt think of any sort of augumentation. She probably thought he was an alien and the fact that he ducked, just fueled her anger more. Expression darkened instantly, low growl was released from her throat. The tree they were standing on, got more slippery by the rain and for a moment she nearly lost balance. She jumped back though and ended up into a crouch, one hand placed in front of her while the other still had that chain. She stood up then, slowly and would indeed try to hit him again. ''FIGHT THEN ASSHOLE!!''
[16:16] Laurick Scarbridge stood up straight right after she had crouched down after the failed attack. Laurick continued to back away from Fenna as she would likely chase him down the pipeline like a crazy woman spinning a chainlink .. chain. The red head glanced behind him as he hopped back over the various ridges, just taking enough care not to trip. The winds started to pick up and almost knock him off balance as his hair was now soaked from the rain. He stopped and looked back toward Fenna to see exactly what she would do now. His balance was starting to wane with increase in the weather conditions - the pipes being incredibly slippery.
[16:22] Fenna DeCuir 's hoodie was soaked, as was her shirt. Nope, not wearing a bra. She grunted when he moved back and instantly began to chase him. Run, hop, run, hop. Using the chain as if it were a lasso. Slicing through the air as she rush over to the man. ''BUG!!'' she yelled and tried to hit him against the ear before quickly pulling back. Hit or not, she would then simply try to throw him off balance by jumping forwards in an attempt to push him down. And yes, would it work she'd go down too.
[16:24] Laurick Scarbridge the chain missed again as Laurick's head movement seemed to be rather impressive. Apparently he was good at dodging physical strikes. It was the combination that got him. Fenna's double up with the takedown had been enough to nail him. Laurick's right foot mis-stepped after he dodged the chain and when she'd thrown her shoulder into his armored abdomen his whole body lost control and his right leg collapsed. The red head's back collided with the pipeline and his radio bashed against the metal and splattered into the water beside them. The splash got into his right eye, and rolled down his cheek. He started to laugh. That same laugh that he always laughed as Fenna now had top position over him.
[16:31] Fenna DeCuir winced only briefly when the two of them found a quick way down to the pipeline. She would now straddle him, eyes rolled back a moment and she released a low feral hiss. Anger, hate those were the feelings she was most familiar with and this man seemed to just know how to trigger her. With the chain still wrapped about her knuckles she tried to throw a right hook straight for his jaw since she was still on top right now. ''DONT FUCKING LAUGH!!!'' she screamed in anger and frustration.
[16:33] Laurick Scarbridge hadn't moved to remove her from the mount position that she had on his abdomen, but he had positioned himself so it was difficult for her to move up. When she sat up and threw that right hook right to his face with the chain - it connected. The red head's cheek made a dull thudding noise, and almost immediately started to turn red. But as she started to retract her fist he sat up. He sat up and looked straight into her eyes with that strange heterochromic gaze - the large smile on his lips - and winked at her. If she'd made another aggressive movement toward him, Laurick would attempt to wrap his arms underneath of her armpits and hook his hands together to pull her down toward the ground to stifle her movements the best that he could.
[16:38] Fenna DeCuir would of course make another aggressive movement. She was Fenna after all. And Fenna was angry. Lips twitched when her first connected, but this wasn't enough. She wanted blood. She wanted alot of blood. The fact that he was smiling at her, pissed her off more. ''FIGHT YOU FUCKIN PUSSY!!'' was yelled by the woman that was nearly blinded by her rage at this point. Hand reached out for his shoulders, but felt his hands on her body then. She changed plans and now lunged forwards, attempting to ram her forehead against his nose.
[16:41] Laurick Scarbridge had competed in wrestling in his younger years and had rudimentary knowledge of the sweeping techniques still. He didn't stop Fenna from butting heads with him, his gaze was down at their legs though. Fenna would feel a shift between her knees as Laurick's abdomen region bucked up and his whole body weight shifted to his right side as he attempted to throw Fenna onto her back - it was more of a roll for him to get on top. Her head connected with his with a loud thud and another crackle. Fenna hit hard, that was for sure. Laurick would have a black eye or two and a broken nose at the very least. Blood didn't come from his nostrils after that. But something escaped from his mouth, that laugh, that same damn laugh, "Kwa hoo hoo hoo!"
[16:46] Fenna DeCuir was thrown off balance, arms swung about in his attempt to get her off him. It worked partly, though she did managed to place a hand behind her on the pipeline to keep herself up half. Her clothes were soaked, the heavy wind didn't made it easier at all. She would try to place her feet onto the rusty old surface quick, so she could push herself back to her feet..
[16:50] Laurick Scarbridge had almost immediately attempted to ram his shoulder into Fenna to shove her back against the pipeline when she'd attempted ot stand up. He may not have been the largest dog, but he was a vicious one when he got his way, and he might have had his position over Fenna at this point. The rain started to come down harder ontop of the two, the water around them splattering loudly. The large grin was still on the red head's face as the lightning flashed in the background. Blood flowed freely from either side of his lips, as his cheek where she had hit him with the chain started to turn a violet hue.
[16:53] Fenna DeCuir could have made an attempt to ram her feet against his chest when he tried to push her back. But, she did not. The faintest scent of blood distracted her, if only for a second. And that was the exact moment the man's attempt to shove her back against the pipeline worked. She grunted, would not stay still. Feet tried to kick him while hands were clawing at his face, oh yes..she had some dam sharp nails.
[16:56] Laurick Scarbridge was slow and methodical, as if the worry of Fenna or the story was the farthest thing from his mind. His full lips were grinning wide, blood running down either side of his mouth. His eyes were alight with a passion. When Fenna started to buck her legs he would move his legs to attempt to just siftle the movement by crushing his thighs to hers. Her hands, he didn't bother to stop. Her nails would dig deeply into that already damage cheek and ripped the skin easily, blood almost squirting from the wound she had inflicted. His eyes were still locked on her face as he attempted to hold Fenna by the throat with his fleshy right hand, his left hand would slowly rear back as he if were measuring her. His cheeks however would be burning if he felt pain, instead, he bled - with the smile on his face. That odd bloody smile.
[17:02] Fenna DeCuir tried to think of something else but the blood on his face. This was a task she quickly gave up. She growled at him like a hungry wolf, nails would keep trying to rip more skin over as the crimson liquor now dribbled down her fingers as well. Head was pushed back then when she felt his hand wrapping about her delicate throat. Fingers would start to move up towards his eyes while she contiued to swear and scream at him. Spanish, english words. And none of them were actually sounding nice.
[17:06] Laurick Scarbridge just started to laugh as his usually pearly white teeth showed to be covered in his own blood from his gums. When Fenna's fingers moved up to his eyes and started to push on the soft orbs - that was when Laurick finally struck out. His right hand wrapped tightly and firmly around her delicate skin - his left mechanical hand hummed violently. His shoulder jerked and the closed metal fist would come toward Fenna. If she hadn't moved .. it would come again .. and again .. and again. Until she had either dodged it or it had put her out, Laurick's left hand would attempt to violently slam into that beautiful face and put her into a dream world for a time. The rain had started to kick up around them, it was now pouring and it was hard to see anything around them except for the silouhette of the rain that formed about their bodies.
[17:16] Fenna DeCuir was too cocky to pay much attention to the hand that wrapped about her throat. She knew he couldn't choke her anyway. That fact made her grin, his blood streamed down her hand and small wrist and eyes seemed to brighten a bit. And while she was clawing at his face, his eyes and thought she had the victory of this one in her pocket.. he threw his robo hand into the mix. Now, she -was- paying attention to that hand. One hand tried to remove his from her throat, desperatly tried to wriggle her body free as he hit her over and over. Cracks could be heard here and there, split lip..and within the next moments half of her face would change colors most likely. But the blood and her anger werent exactly a good combination.. however she could not permit to frenzy here, with this scientist. Fighting herself, fighting him. It would soon become too much. She hissed ferally, eyes stared right at him before they rolled back and her hand slowly slippe off his face..
[17:21] Laurick Scarbridge still had that smile on his face. That wide bloody smile. His eyes practically alight with glee at this point. His grip on her throat grew tighter and tighter as he continued to strike her and strike her. Each hit illicited a much brighter response from Laurick's smile. It grew and grew with the amount of damage he had done to Fenna. When her hands finally slipped off his face and presumably her body started to go limp - the grip on her throat subsided. He merely held her there as she went limp. The red head tilted his head and leaned in to look at her, slowly letting her neck go from his grip - and to leave her to slump in the water unconscious and bloodied. He took in a long breath and let out another as his chest heaved now - showing the utter tiredness. He took a step away from Fenna and glanced down at the blood that now stained the dark metal of his arm. He raised the knuckles up to his lips and ran his long blood stained tongue along the metal to remove it. The Doctor moved away from Fenna's body and stepped onto the swamp grass. He leaned over and wiped at his legs and then looked up at the sky as a rain drop hit him in the face .. and many more plastered him and cleansed his face of his wounds. The red head just started to laugh.
[17:25] Fenna DeCuir was just laying there. The storm, heavy rain..the fact that she looked like she had another close encounter with a truck, it didnt matter now. Mascara stains soon covered the pale, heavily bruised flesh. It was indeed not waterproof. Big chance the storm would blow her right into the sea.. hopefully she woud wake up before sharks smelled the blood on her.
A Scarlet macaw (Ara macao), after exiting its nesting cavity, preens its tail feathers to clean them and "rezip" feather barbules that have become unhooked, Osa Peninsula, Costa Rica.
27/07/2022 www.allenfotowild.com
Female or juvenile
St James's Park, Central London
Preening is a maintenance behaviour of birds that use their beaks to position feathers, interlock feather barbules that have become separated, clean plumage, and keep ectoparasites in check.
Feathers contribute significantly to a bird's insulation, waterproofing and aerodynamic flight, and so are vital to its survival.
Because of this, birds spend considerable time each day maintaining their feathers, primarily through preening. Several actions make up preening behaviour.
Birds fluff up and shake their feathers, which helps to "rezip" feather barbules that have become unhooked.
Using their beaks, they gather preen oil from a gland at the base of their tail and distribute this oil through their feathers. They draw each contour feather through their bill, nibbling it from base to tip.
We arrived back home yesterday and finished unhooking the camper and I looked across the street and again grabbed my camera and headed over. I'm glad I did!
The marble’s polished. The spritz is cold. The velvet ropes have been dramatically unhooked.
Le Chateau Country Club is officially reopened!
Marble theatrics. Tropical decadence. A dash of French royalty.
And just the right amount of linen-stained mischief.
💋 Adult activities now permitted.
Pleasure engines installed: poolside, locker rooms, restrooms & showers.
If the mood strikes, the Club understands.