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The writer's museum was small but interesting. The only disappointment was that the Robert Louis Stevenson collection centered around 'Treasure Island' and nothing else. Jekyll and Hyde was only mentioned once, and in a very negative way...
Victorian Society in America during the 48th Annual Meeting visits the Walden Pond, Concord, Mass., of Henry David Thoreau, where the writer, transcendentalist, and philosopher lived on the northern shore of the pond for two years starting in the summer of 1845. May 23, 2014
The Ghost Writer DHC-1 Chipmunk performing at the 2025 Abbotsford International Airshow. I'm still surprised the pilot was able to see through his smoke.
Mani di ragazzi senza regole e senza
rispetto lasciano dei messaggi che
nessuno capisce, loro che li scrivono,
li capiranno??
Eli with two writers... Igiaba and Sandra, peering towards us.
Ah e ci sono anche due editori....
ma in totale sono due le Elise...!
More than 150 people attended the “Writers Read Emerging Voices” creative writing winners’ showcase, celebrating short stories, novels, excerpts, creative nonfiction and poetry submitted by COD students, faculty, staff and members of the community.
(Press Photography Network/ Special to College of DuPage)
Picture from the writer's forum one day workshop, part of exposures: new talent in moving image festival 2009.
Okay... These guys are funny. Really funny. They were a delight to watch work together. It makes me wonder how they pull of what they do. I was very intrigued by the topics they chose to poke fun at - nevethless it made for laughter.
People say it is fine to be the Hare and not the tortoise.
As everyone says that slow and steady wins the race, this statement may not be true every time or at every place.
The hare replied it was an unfair game it was a marathon run versus a sprint. He added I was way ahead in the race and the tortoise was nowhere around to be seen. As I knew I was way ahead I decided to relax and have a short nap below a tree. I fell asleep and dreamt of an old man with a flowing beard sitting and meditating. The old man asked them, why I was participating in the race. I replied to him, I am doing so, to let every creature in the jungle know that I am the fastest of all creatures.
The old man then again asked are you aware of the fastest deer, the largest elephant, or about the strongest lion that lived a hundred years ago. He replied no, you don’t know anything about them. He further added today you are being challenged by a tortoise, someday you might be challenged by a snake, or maybe by a zebra. Then what will you do, will you keep racing with them just to prove that you are the fastest of them all?
The hare replied I don’t want to keep running all my life. The old man asked, then what do you intend to do?