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My mother never admitted to being afraid of dogs, but by the time I was in college, I finally figured out the real reason why I couldn't have one when I was a kid. She wasn't allergic, but I was certainly gullible.
When Sharon and I married in early 1964, we moved from L.A. to Eugene, OR. On our own, who knew what trouble we could get into. In March, we were walking in downtown Eugene, and there in a pet shop window, along with Patti Page singing "How Much is That Doggie in the Window," there was this adorable ball of cotton with four legs. Without a clue about parenting a dog, we walked out with an 8 week old Sealeyham Terrier, a leash, collar, two bowls. and not a clue as to how to bring up "Perky."
Well, while not the brightest dog, he was certainly the sweetest, most loyal, loveable, fun and car loving dog we would ever have. We spoiled him - of course - and after saying all the way home that he would not be in bed with us, at 10 PM, guess who was between the pillows!
No question, but he was going to need training. Just so happened that Bob Butts a Springfield trainer who said, "I can train any dog, no matter how young or old." Well, Perky should be a snap. Always wanting to please and/or play although, since both words started with "p" he got confused at times.
Bob had us go through the Sit/Stay Come/Down and that's about as far as we needed to go. I mean, WE knew what they meant. Now, Perky did try his best: Bob had us line our dogs, 18 plus Moose, the Great Dane, in a row 20 feet from us, the owned. We walked away, and turned to face our dogs. Seventeen were sitting and waiting for the next command to come. Half-way down the line, one dog was lying on his back and staring at ME over his shoulders. Well, at least he was staying.
Now, Perky knew that upon the command, "Come," he was supposed to run to a point three feet in front of me, then sit, and wait for "Heel."
"Perky, come!" Faster than a speeding bullet, he took off on a newly waxed gym, floor, stopped six feet in front of me and slid on his butt the rest of the way to my feet. He looked up - look at those eyes - and I, of course, said "Good boy."
Oh, boy, oh boy, oh boy. I did something right, and he pranced around me and jumped into my arms which we slightly prepared. I put him down, and he began to limp. Oh, oh! I had injured my dog. Have to get him to the vet. And he limped through the rest of the exercises. Finally, diploma firmly in teeth, I said, "Okay, Perk. Let;s go home." Miracle of miracles, no limp. He was cured and jumped into the back set of the car and took up what was to be his position for the next seven years: pack feet on the back seat; front paws around my neck while I drove. Even a ten our trip from Carson City to Las Vegas two years later, he held that position.
We loved that dog, and he reciprocated. When our daughter was born, we'd put her on a blanket in the middle of the living room. It was killing the dog that he was not supposed to be on the blanket, but he wanted to be friends with this new critter in his home. Literally, inch by inch, he got onto the blanket and after two weeks, there he was, giving Jennifer he first doggy bath.
That was the story of this marvelous dog. He had a good life. He rode 50,000 miles as we traveled the west. He got to guard Jen. And he learned how to open a cabinet and grab a Lorna Doone but then he would come and show us his new trick and swallow it before we could move or stop laughing (very bad form).
When Perky was seven, he had cancer. Stomach cancer. The whys, whens, and how longs didn't last long. In the toughest day of my life and the saddest day, I had to take him in and say goodbye while he was finally removed from the obvious pain. I cried then. I'm crying now.
It would be another kid and seven years before we got another dog, Patch (we weren't creative with names), who you'll meet next Sunday.
No matter what the info at the right says, this picture was taken on May 25, 1964 with a Kodak Retina III or IV. I don't remember which. I do remember that, with just a 50mm lens, it weighed 5 pounds! I also remember vividly that Perky was the only dog who owned us who allowed his picture to be taken. Btw, you may never see a Sealeyham Terrier. I don't know why they weren't that popular, but breeders stopped breeding them, and started breeding Lakelands, Norfolks, Norwichs, and Wire Fox Terriers. You'll meet two of those plus a Cairn in the following weeks.
Rougham estate have had a pick your own sunflower event, today was the last day, probably just as well as the sunflowers are now past their best, still picturesque though
Afraid
HDR 7 scatti
Fotocamera: Nikon D700
Aperture: f/2.8
Shutter Speed: 1/3200 s
Lente: 14 mm
ISO: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Off, Did not fire
Lens: Nikkor AF-S FX 14-24mm f/2.8G ED
This is the second picture I created with Kathrin.
Here you can see the first one.
Sunrise from the back of the hotel in the park. I'm afraid I have no idea which formations are visible in silhouette here; any help I can get to clarify their names would be greatly appreciated. Thanks to Federica, I now know that we're looking at the West Mitten Butte, flanked by Sentinel Mesa on the left, and Merick Butte on the right; I'm still not sure of the several butte's to the left of Sentinel. Remarkably, most of this is visible from the road, and represents a tiny fraction of what this remarkable place has to offer.
How I begin my day? Some folks are afraid of the big city. The cold #urban #environment and bus loads of sometimes callous folks. Some say that they would rather be in a small town---where people are friendly and everyone knows each other. I can see those places as providing a safety net for many. But for me, I thrive in the big cities---San Francisco, New York, Paris, London, Rome. I often make friends in places where many people from people. I have found cool folks in #coffeeplaces, #winebars and #restaurants all over #sanfrancisco who are warm, friendly and real human beings. They provide professional service as expected but they they go the extra mile and are real human beings. Yes, life in the big city does not have be cold and ugly. All you have to do is to communicate and be aware of your surroundings. So after stopping and seeing my pals this morning, John and Dominick today at #coffeecultures, I am at my office across of the street ready to taste wines, write and work on my best #photographs. (Photo by: Wilfred Wong, August 25, 2016, San Francisco, CA)
I was afraid the pair of Violet Green Swallows that had been visiting a nest spot in our eaves had moved on after two *really* unseasonably hot days early last week, but two days ago they appeared again and have now been visiting even more frequently - looks like they're gearing up to use the nest. I understand they'll sometimes build more than one nest site at first then finally choose their favorite as the time draws near, so I'm hoping it's this one if that's the case.
The feeders have all been taken down at my place for the most part and this rail where they hung has become a favorite spot for this male of the swallow pair to hang out in the mornings. I'd say that's a fair trade for losing the feeders for the time being - I'd much rather watch this fellow keeping watch than listen to 20 screaming Pine Siskins bicker with one another. :)
This very small variety of swallow is a favorite and to give you an idea of size, that's just 550 paracord that's tied to the rail there. He's not much bigger than a chickadee, but damn is he handsome.
Just when you thought it was safe to get out of the water!!
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Skógafoss waterfall, Iceland June 2014. 3 pictures stitched together with Microsoft ICE and edited in PS.
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The title is a lyric from Nick Cave's "Mercy Seat". It's arguably silly to use the words "And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die" as a tribute to a paragon of virtue like The Lone Ranger when the song's about a man on death row who concludes his sad tale of paranoia and self-justification with the words "but I'm afraid I told a lie," but here we are.
7/365.
I redid an old photo that I hated the processing of :) You can view the old one here. I like a lot of things about the old one, but the quality of this one is so much better. It's just a totally different mood. It's more defensive than offensive (like the last one). It's more vulnerable. Just like me.
In other words, flickr sharpening needs to die. Maybe if I just buy crappy lenses and make my photos intentionally blurry, then upload them to flickr, they will actually look normal.
Utkiksplatsen på Sveriges sydligaste udde, Smygehuk, var helt övergiven denna vackra sommardag med rekordvärme bara för att ingen ville bli våt när vågorna slog över räcket.
The vantage point on the southernmost cape of Sweden, Smygehuk, was completely abandoned this beautiful summer day with record heat only because no one wanted to get wet when the waves struck over the railing.
Explore 2013-08-03
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live
Candid shot of "Smudger", Devon Air Ambulance "ride out" Teignmouth Devon UK.
The Armed Forces Bikers (AFB) is a United Kingdom-based motorcycle charity which aims to assist former serving members of the armed forces in charitable need as a result of injury or other harmful experience suffered during their service, to resettle and rehabilitate into civilian life, also to relieve the needs of former members of the armed forces and their families.
The Armed Forces Bikers was founded on 25 May 2011 by former members of Army Bikers. The AFB are Side Patched Riders who gained charity status on 5 July 2012. UK Registered Charity Number 1147967 and Scottish Charity Number SC043586. All proceeds donated to the AFB are used for the benefit of veterans in charitable need. The AFB employs no staff and is run entirely by volunteers. The charity's activities are funded by AFB Trading Ltd, a non-profit online shop whose only share holder is the charity.
Photoshoot with the Vamps. 3. Feeding Time.
Last of the Mono's (blue tint) before a few colour shots - that's after a pause or two. You know what they say - "Too much of the same thing......"
It gets better after this :-) After food, the colour comes in :-)))))))
Nikon 16-85mm VR lens
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An everyday daydreamer
A foreign and unintentional loss of focus
A lack of determination, passion, desire
Blinded by the blizzard’s turbulent snow
I am lost.
Lost and tormented by my own being
Trapped and heartbroken within myself
I cannot save me, at least not now
I must wait a little longer
But I am anxious.
Anxious to get out
Eager to escape this box
This loathed path of suffocation
A world without creativity
I am in anguish.
Anguish inflicted by my own mistakes
Why had I listened to anyone but myself?
This is my life, not theirs
Oh, the pressure and restrictions
I have been stupid.
Stupid to be so naïve
To have believed everything they said as the only truth
Adhering to rigidity when born to run free
The misfortune of discovering oneself too late
I am afraid.
-Jessica Marie Matteazzi
...
Listen to my favourite song at the moment.
Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)
i know the original quote was slightly different, i don't know what was wrong with my subtitles, oh well :(
Autumn Firethorn - Pyracantha bush.
Walking in one of the local lanes this week I came across this orange Pyracantha bush in full autumn splendour.
Sometimes rather splendidly called the Autumn Firethorn, the bush sports huge spines, and can be vicious to prune (not one to grow over your driveway either!). I always remember it being recommended on the radio as being the ideal plant to keep elephants out of your (British) garden...
Thanks for taking time to look. I hope you enjoy the image :)
[Handheld in daylight. Processed in LR: Contrast, Vibrance and Clarity all pushed. In Affinity Photo: denoise, sharpening and slight dark vignette. Noise is a perennial problem with Little Ickle camera... (Yep, I’m afraid the pun was intentional because if you've read this far you surely deserve to smile :)]
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not taken in Cambodia but Bali.
Explore interestingness #192, February 27th 2007
Now there's no place like home
To make me feel alone
I see you everywhere I am
And I remember how you ran out to hide
You kept me close behind
Following your every move.
Afraid,
Yellowcard.
No matter how Corageous I feel,
I cant express anything to anyone the way I want to.
I know this won't make a
lot of sense to most of you;
but I feel like I'm my own enemy.
PLEASE BE CONSIDERATE AND COMMENT IF YOU FAVORITE
(2PJL) Coast City -
My name is Kyle Rayner...and I'm afraid that I might kill a man tonight. Dr. Arthur Light, to be specific. Just hours ago, he kidnapped my girlfriend Alex, and is now using her as bait to lure me to him. He claims that he will kill her if I don't give him the 'light' which I still am not sure what he means by that.
My ring located Dr. Light in an abandoned warehouse near the docks, which is only 50 meters away. Before landing, I scan the warehouse for both Dr. Light and Alex. My ring detects them both in the middle of the building. I'm actually a bit surprised that Alex is indeed here, like he promised.
I make myself an opening in the building's wall via a rocket launcher from my ring. As I enter the warehouse, I outstretch the hand that my ring is placed on and use it as if it were a flash light. I wander aimlessly through the dark building until I finally see Alex.
Once noticing me, she beings to struggle in her restraints as a way to single me to cut her loose. I nearly begin to assure her that it's alright, and even almost say her name, but then I remember that she doesn't know that it is me. To her, I'm just the man that they call Green Lantern on T.V.
Suddenly, out of the shadows, comes Dr. Light. I brace myself as his hands and eyes begin to glow, almost as if he is planning to attack.
"Kyle Rayner?" asks Dr. Light.
I realize now that my identity will be revealed to Alex if I assure him that I am indeed who he believes. I take a moment to ponder my options, yet decide that my only choice is to reveal my secret.
"Yes...I am Kyle Rayner." I respond.
Alex muffles something through the tape over her mouth and begins to struggle even more.
"Good...good! Now...give me the light! Give it to me!" orders Dr. Light.
"I don't know what you're talking about, what is the 'light'?" I reply.
"Don't play games with me boy...give me it...give me the power!"
"Hey, you've gotta understand, I don't know what you're talking about! Please, just let her go, leave her out of this. I'm here now, you don't need her anymore."
"No...no...no, no that won't work at all! You won't give me the light! Give it to me...give me the light...or she dies...I'll kill her!"
Alex begins to sob. I begin to understand that Dr. Light won't take no for an answer. The only way to get Alex out now is a with a fight. I'm sure that I can buy her enough time to escape, I just don't know if I can make it out as well.
"I'm not going to let that happen...you are not going to touch Alex." I demand.
I send a blast from my ring in his direction yet he deflects it by constructing a shield made of pure light. Next I fashion a large baseball bat, while he assembles a sword like light structure. As I engage in a duel with Dr. Light, I construct a pair of scissors and have them begin cutting through the tape around Alex.
I get about halfway done, before my focus is stopped due to a blow to my stomach from Dr. Light. Luckily, it was enough to free Alex's arms, which allows her to continue removing the tape. Knowing this, I focus my attention on defeating Dr. Light.
I assumed a giant mech-suit and charge at Dr. Light. I grab him using my suit's claw and begin to fly up towards the ceiling. I slam my other claw through the roof and continue to rise higher up and out of the warhouse. I planned on taking the fight away from the city, to avoid any unnecessary losses, yet I was rendered unable to do so as Dr. Light caused some sort of light explosion, causing me to loose my grip around him.
He flies back into the city, I assume to use it's large buildings as cover. I dismantle the mech-suit as a means to increase my speed, although Dr. Light is too fast. I hit him with a blast from my ring, causing him to drop down into the middle of Coast City Park. The civilians there quickly run as they see us enter the park grounds. Good, less things to worry about.
Dr. Light gets up and tries to regain flight, though I manage to construct a pair of strong ankle cuffs around him before he can do so. He blasts the cuffs off of his legs and stands up. I assemble a shield and slam into him sending him through the large, metal statue of the other Green Lantern located in the middle of the park.
I rush towards him though I'm knocked onto the floor as he fires a blast at my feet. He continues to fire more projectiles at me, though luckily I manage to assemble a brick wall between us to counter the attacks. Eventually, he stops shooting, noticing that he cannot break through the construct, and takes flight. He moves over the wall and then drops right above me, hoping to crush me when he lands.
Still on the ground, I roll backwards, just as he slams into the ground creating a large crater. I leap at Dr. Light and tackle him. We struggle to our feet, each grabbing the others knuckles, trying gain the advantage.
"The light! Give me the light!" Dr. Light pleads.
"I can't do that, I don't even know how to do that! And I won't let you hurt Alex!" I reply.
"I just need the light! Give me the light, Kyle Rayner! Give it to me!"
"You have to understand! I don't know what you mean!"
"Lies! AHHHH!"
Dr. Light fires a blast from his hands straight into mine. I drop down into the grass, my hands burning and covered in flames. Dr. Light stands over me with his arms outstretched in front of him, ready to deliver the final blow.
"Give it to me...please!" Dr. Light begs.
Surprisingly, he falls to his knees and his eyes fill with tears. It was at this moment that I notice that Dr. Light wasn't the bad man that I thought he was. Something else was going on here, and I'm going to find out...
Next - Love
Really sorry for the long read, I just didn't want to rush through this issue, as it is a quite important point in the volume. I hope that you all enjoyed it anyway. Thanks for reading! -Michael
233/365
It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live
-Amanda McBroom "The Rose"
Happy Valentine's Day!
(more of a dexcription to come later. I have to get to school! Oh, btw, it's on fire a little bit, not time for detail shot, School!!!!)
So as it turns out, hair spray isn't actually really that flamable. That rose, actually a whole bouquet, was supposed to be on fire, but no matter how much hair spray I coated them in they wouldn't catch fire, even though the can specifially said it was flamable. So since I had some tealights in my backpack I figured I'd try and make one into a candle, by taking one of the wicks and putting it in the rose and then melting wax on to it. I still only got a small flame and had to adjust the concept, but I'm happy with it. Detail in the comments!