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I've got a life of memories made in ancient places, scrambling over the volcanic coastline. Lately, I've been lingering in the limbo between two battling forces, the blistering summer shore and icy seabound fog. I'm always willing it closer, wishing it would make an invasion uphill and inland. Here hides the beauty of what's absolutely unfriendly – stay here and be drowned. I think if I could wish anything to life, it'd be death, and all the beauty in it. Solid rock once molten, memories of endless generations forgotten, the wastes of life I love to linger in. It'll be long past dark when we're underwater, and any footprints I leave won't last. I can see why I keep coming back, one more chance to leave no trace on my way to being remembered forever.
July 26, 2021
Phinney's Cove, Nova Scotia
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Piper is the best dog ever. After taking some portraits of my boys tonight, I had the idea of using the lighting setup to take a picture of Piper.
I can't believe how well she posed for me. I told her to stay, and she did just that. I took a total of 62 pictures of her in a couple of different poses.
Look how cute she has folded her paws in this one. I didn't make her do this. She just laid down and posed, as if she does it all the time. And talk about cute poses! In this one she tilted her head a bit. I love when she does that.
Stobist: 285HV (1/4 power) into reflective umbrella camera left and high. Pentax AF360FGZ (1/4 power) through white umbrella camera right and high. Bare 285HV (1/4 power) camera left and well behind Piper to get a bit of harsh light on her side. 285's triggered with CyberSyncs. AF360 set in SLAVE2 mode.
Yesterday, the ninth day of the ninth month, my 99 year old mother passed away peacefully at home with my daughter, me and Willow the dog.
This is a series made at 6:30 this morning of the blazingly empty bed.
Willow, waiting. Where is Nana? Willow is a shepherd. Mom, Tam and I, her flock of 3, with other caregivers coming and going daily, escorted by Willow. During these last difficult months I realized that Willow was a social worker, intelligent, fully informed and willing to listen anytime for as long as it took. Offering her paw, nudging into a furry hug that absorbed tears.
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I didn't find any heart shaped rocks, even though I am always looking... so I made my own. And I don't have time for a story because I was late to work the past two days because I never looked at my schedule... so today I'll be early (maybe). And today.... may be known as "the breaking point".... We all think that the company is challenging us to see how much we can take... back only three days and what is going to happen there today, might do it for me! (It won't... I won't let it... but it sure is going to be a challenge... )
So I'll share more words "from the Universe".... I'm not writing this stuff... not my words... but it speaks to my heart. And it's really good stuff... and it may speak to yours also.... so it's well worth sharing!
"Willingness is so important.
Do you think you could just try try try to be willing this week to take chances...to hear someone out....to let something be....to let things work themselves out...to learn something new that you may not have been willing to believe in before?
Just be willing, that's all. It's such an important first step to take when things seem so far out of reach.
So...if you are up to it...please be willing to let change happen, be willing to trust, be willing to forgive, be willing to try something new, be willing to see yourself in the beautiful ways that others see you, be willing to accept love, be willing to give of yourself, be willing to believe in your dreams, be willing to believe in the path that is meant just for you.
Be willing to believe that there are unseen hands helping you along every single day. Be willing to believe in yourself.
Doesn't that feel good? It feels good because there is so much truth wrapped around it....and it all started with just being willing to believe it."
~changes... unseen hands... believing.... good stuff!!
What people are willing to do to avoid getting infected with the coronavirus.
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Imagine people who are terribly frightened 😱of the pandemic. Who began to wind themselves up. They stopped seeing everyone and closed their homes. Complete self-isolation! No conversations or meetings.
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But it so happened that urgently need to fly to another country. By plane ✈️. Where there are people. In the midst of this virus. Can you imagine what happens to such people?
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One woman 👩 faced with such a situation. And to protect herself, she wrapped herself completely in a plastic bag. Yes, not just the face. From head to toe.
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The picture was posted on Instagram📱, and users were very worried. How is she breathing? Of course, there were a lot of jokes about her. But what you won't do, for the sake of your health.
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💬Write in the comments, are you afraid to be infected?
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Lots of rear shots in this set! Not because I’m hiding my face, it’s because I think my bum looks great 💋💋
Earth, holding its breath,
willing the droplets down
into its warm, waiting skin.
Amplified senses
drawing on the palpable air,
willing the heavens to quenching chaos.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
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The study below was derived from facts uncovered while doing research for the following Doctorial dissertation:
Light to the shadows of their mind:
Criminal tatics and strategies
Criminology Department Dept.
Chatwick University
Storyline:
The idiot had fallen for the ruse, hook line and sinker. Believing Sara had been kidnapped by a loan shark, he had willingly come to rescue his damsel in distress, bringing the $40,000 he believed she owed her life for. Seeing Sara handcuffed and bound to a chair had been too much for him, and he tried to attack Shane in a vain attempt to rescue her. Shane had unwisely hit him with his pistol, forcing Sara to wait until he regained consciousness to implement the second phase of her plan. Shane had unbound Sara until that time arrived, and she busied herself with counting her money with a lovingly caressing hand, hoping the lovesick twit had not been dumb enough to pawn the family jewels to raise it.
As she was contemplating these facts, she stole an uncaring eye on her would be love- sick suitor, whom she thought of, indifferently, as a clueless naive Romeo. Then she looked up at the blank faced Shane, who still held the rod lamely in his grasp. She hissed at Shane to tie the young man up securely. He did so, roughly tying him up, and then hand cuffing him to the chair he moved next to Sara’s vacated one.
Shane was not very bright, but he listened. He also liked to drink, and Sara had dangled a whiskey bottle as added incentive, not allowing him to drink until after the house job had been carried out. For, once Romeo started stirring, Shane would again tie up Sara and handcuff her to her chair. Then he would slap awake the lovelorn Romeo, coercing him to give him the combination to his parent’s house safe, threatening with a knife, to torture the squirming Sara if necessary. Sara’s Romeo should give the combination up fairly easily, for the dolt actually believed that Sara was as madly in love with him as he was with her. While she waited, Sara allowed her mind to relieve the events that had brought the rich young fly into her web.
Sara had literally bumped into Romeo a couple of months ago while at the horse track. But, as it so happened, it was a young lady who had garnered Sara’s attention first. The pretty Miss had stood out in a black satin blouse, glossy lime green skirt, and wide floppy hat. As she moved she sent flickering with rich sparkles, the stunning collection of emerald jewelry that adorned her shapely figure. This obviously wealthy girl was making her way timidly through the crowd while stuffing a wallet she had pulled from a lime green purse with a thick wad of track winnings.
Sara had trailed her through the crowd, waiting for opportunity to present its self. It did when the purse was set down, leaving it temporarily unattended. But, as her long slender fingers had reached for it, a young suited man dropped his race form and backed into Sara cutting her off. Sara apologized, employing the British accent she had been using that day, and picked up his race form, handing it to him with a sweet mousey smile. Thwarted, she then turned and immediately retreated back into the throng, but not before noticing that she had caught his eye. Sara had not found this surprising, given how fetching she must have looked in one of the customary long silky dresses that she habitually would pour herself into when on the prow! Sara wore them mainly because the slick material of the dress usually allowed her to slip in and out of tight situations, both physically and persuasively.
It was later that evening, still at the track and with no luck outside of bad, that Sarah saw Romeo, alone and looking vulnerable . She went up and slipped up against him, starting to feel for his wallet, but for some indiscernible reason, aborted the attempt. Apologizing instead, she engaged him into conversation, more out of curiosity than anything else. She even allowed him to invite her out for a bite to eat. It was then that she learned enough about his background to stir her felonious senses. Especially once she learned that the richly jeweled young lady whose fat wallet she had attempted to acquire was the Romeos twin sister.
Sara had then turned on her not inconsiderable charm. Using the British accent and faking the role of a ragamuffin vulnerable foreigner, Sara (who had been born in the Bronx) started seeing the rich kid for a couple of months. Making Romeo keep their clandestine affair a secret from his parents and sister, Sara carefully wove her silken web until the innocently gullible horsefly was wrapped up beyond his ability to fly. She had successfully gotten him to fall head over heels in love with her. Like a prowling cat, she waited, plotting meticulously, a way to part a small fortune away from him. When she had learned his parents would be in Europe for a month, she put her plan into action. She let Romeo in on her terrible secret, a racetrack gambling addiction. This had led to her “troubles” with a loan shark. After accepting her suitor’s offer to help her in any way possible, she suddenly vanished from his life. Taking the time to hire Shane to case the isolated country house where Romeo, his parents, twin sister and two older servants lived. She also convinced Shane, for a piece of the pie, to act the part of the loan shark heavy. Sara also bought a one way Cunard White Star Liner ticket to England to make her permanent escape. Once all the pieces of her scam were in place, she then sent Romeo the note pleading for him to bring the money, and rescue her from the Loan Shark.
Sara‘s scam had gone like a Rolex’s clockwork, and she now was forty thousand dollars richer. Now all she needed was that combination to set her up for life. She licked her lips, savoring the thoughts about what would conspire a once the combination was hers. Shane would again render Romeo unconsciousness, unbind Sara, and the pair would leave their victim incapacitated in the apartment, a living insurance policy, while they paid a nighttime visit to his parent’s isolated country manor.
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It was early afternoon the next day when an ocean liner set sail from Boston Harbor, bound for a British Port. The majestic ships’ railed deck was lined with passengers watching the departure. Many more were lined up on the dock waving to the departing ocean bound liner. Several of those on the docks, mainly men, may have noticed a lady, with loose long raven hair, clad in a black satin blouse and a lime green skirt, with jewelry set with opulent emeralds sparkling merrily in the bright sun. No one would believe what the pretty faced girl with the satisfied look on her face had been up to the last 24 hours.
Sara was very satisfied and pleased with herself as her liner left the port towards its destination: a port in merry olde England. She put a hand down to hold onto her flapping lime green skirt as it caught in the breeze. Her eyes once again admiring the emerald bracelet and rings she was so brazenly wearing.
She allowed her mind to travel back to the early hours of that very morning, as her and Shane had entered the mansion, wearing Halloween masks and carrying small black satchels.
Romeo had accurately given Shane the combination to the mansions house safe located in the den. It had contained a bonanza of old bundled bills and several cases of amazingly bright sets of jewelry. Then came the part Sara had been waiting for, the girl’s room! Romeo’s twin sister’s boudoir where she insisted on keeping her jewels, rather than locking the expensive things in the house safe.
Sara could see that Shane became aroused as he had slapped a hand to the mouth of the sleeping Girl, jarring her awake. The look of terror in the girl’s eyes had made him drool with excitement. He made her get up, helpless and vulnerable in a long loose fitting purple satin night gown. Shane than tied her squirming figure securely to a chair, gagged her, and let her watch as Sara began to rob her blind. Shane, standing by the wide-eyed girl holding his knife to her heaving chest, did not understand why Sara was taking some of the captive’s long gowns and shiny clothes, but then he wasn’t meant too.
Sara saved the jewel case for last. Making sure their captive was watching, She pulled opened and meticulously picked clean the drawers of the massive oak jewel chest on a bedside stand next to their captive’s chair. The last drawer seemed to contain nothing but sets of satin gloves, which Sara happily added to the pile in the small black satchel. Underneath she found hidden a set of diamonds (ring, bracelet, cascading earrings and matching necklace) that put anything they had taken of her Mothers jewels to shame! Sara picked up the sets necklace and placed it around the frightened girl’s throat, admiring its fiery radiance. Sara went back to the bottom drawer and scooped up the rest of the set. After she placed it inside the now bulging satchel she turned and looked Romeos’ twin dead in the eye, commanding Shane to search her. He did, removing the necklace, and sucking off a solid gold pinky ring. He handed the loot to Sara, who had come over to take it; she looked at the struggling girl and said in a sultry voice, you will never wear these pretty toys again! They had then left her room; the girl forlornly slumped down, a sad little portrait in a limp purple satin bundle.
Sara had left Shane off at the apartment to deal with Romeo. She had previously doctored Shane’s promised bottle of whiskey with knock out drops. Whatever the pair’s fate would be, she did not possess the slightest worry or care.
After leaving Shane off, the rest of her plan had gone smooth as silk. Sara had gone to her recently rented hotel suit, placed the satchels in a steam trunk, changed into one of her newly acquired outfits and jewelry, then left the hotel in a rented (under an assumed name) chauffeured Limo for Boston, all before the sun rose. She boarded the liner as soon as it began to admit its passengers.
Sara’s mind came back to the present as the ocean line’s steam horn gave an explosively loud whoop as it sailed from the harbor. Watching the docks filled with spectators grow ever smaller, Sarah envisioned herself arriving in a similar set of London docks on the other side of the ocean. There, she would assume the life of a wealthy debutante, living the good life from the riches of her ill-gotten gains. She may even adopt the first name of Romeos twin sister for a self-amusing ruse; after all, she would be wearing the poor wretches’ gowns and jewels to all the best affairs!
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Standbild eines Willinger Linnenkerls. Bereits um 1500 zogen die Willinger Händler in die Ferne, um Eisenwaren und später Holzwaren oder Leinen zu verkaufen
// And she realized // Waiting was a risky game // She was anything but willing to play //
// Makeup // Mark Navarro Hair & Makeup //
// Assistant // @Amanda Wethe //
Standbild eines Willinger Linnenkerls. Bereits um 1500 zogen die Willinger Händler in die Ferne, um Eisenwaren und später Holzwaren oder Leinen zu verkaufen
Lots of rear shots in this set! Not because I’m hiding my face, it’s because I think my bum looks great 💋💋
To have the chance to visit Waterton Lakes National Park yesterday, 24 June 2017, was such an absolute treat! This was an annual bus trip arranged by Nature Calgary, with the destination being different each year. To visit Waterton for just one day makes for a very long day - takes about 3 hours to drive each way, for a start.
We had two main stopping places in the park - the lookout at Maskinonge Lake, and a longer stop at Cameron Lake. This Red Baneberry plant was in flower along the Cameron Lake trail. Luckily, we had beautiful weather all day.
Actually, we weren't too sure if the road going through the mountains to Cameron Lake was going to be open. It was due to reopen the day before out trip but, fortunately, the gate was open yesterday. Once at Cameron Lake, we found an empty picnic table right near the beach, and ate our picnic lunch. We were able to walk along the forest trail that followed the shoreline on the right edge of the lake. At a certain point, one has to turn around and go back along the same trail. Cameron Lake is one of my favourite places in the park, with a beautiful view of the lake and a pleasant, flat walk through the forest. There didn't seem to be a lot of forest wildflower species in bloom - maybe we were just a bit too early for them. However, the huge, creamy white flowers of Bear Grass growing along the edge of the road up to the lake had everyone in absolute awe. The road is only narrow and our bus was huge, so on the drive there, all we could do was gasp in amazement, with no chance for taking photos. We asked our excellent driver if there was any chance he would be willing and able to stop at one of the very small pull-offs at the edge of the road on the return drive - and he did! He was expecting maybe five or six people would get off, but I think almost everyone wanted to get a close look at these amazing plants. Even the driver himself got out to look and take photos. He had apparently never been to Waterton before and had never seen Bear Grass. We noticed tiny Crab Spiders on two of the flowers; one was lying in wait and the other had caught an insect. These spiders don't construct webs, but camouflage themselves by changing their colour to that of the flower they are hiding in, and then they wait. We also saw several stems of Striped Coralroot orchid in the ditch by some of the Bear Grass.
After spending a couple of hours at Cameron Lake, the driver took us back into town, as some people had said they wanted to eat there before the long drive back to Calgary. Others, including myself, would have preferred to have spent the time somewhere else, seeing nature and taking photos. However, we were able to walk to the lake's edge, from where we were able to take a few scenic photos - something I had been hoping for. On our way back to the bus, some of us called in at a very popular ice cream shop - we all agreed it was the best, tastiest ice cream we had ever had! A huge, single scoop of wild cherry in a waffle cone - what more could one want?
Penny, you did a great job of organizing this wonderful trip for us all! I know a lot of work goes into setting up an outing like this, and we all appreciate the time and effort you put into planning this. Such a perfect destination for this year's annual bus trip! Pam, thanks for your company on this long drive - helped make it far more enjoyable!
I am willing to sell this one, but somebody is going to have to dig deep in their pocket. I used to have a kink-loving big money buyer, but I think he's passed on to the great beyond. Haven't heard from him lately (and he was better friends with one of my fellow dealers; I would guess he had a fabulous collection).