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Les cabanes sont construites en pierres sèches. Les pierres plates, empilées et calées, constituent les murs et les couvertures.
Le tout est édifié sans liant et sans charpente dans la majorité des cas.
Une voûte en encorbellement régulier couvre fréquemment les édifices. Le confort des cabanes s’avère plutôt sommaire.
The huts are built of dry stone. Flat stones, stacked and wedged together, form the walls and roofs.
The entire structure is built without binder or framework in most cases.
A regular corbelled vault often covers the buildings. The cabins' comfort is rather basic.
..My Center in SL .
April 19 Update : You have showed me love, made me laugh so much , we are apart now , but always there in my heart . I pray our friendship goes on .
Agra (Inde) - Une photo qui aurait pu être excellente. Manque de chance -ou plutôt d’attention-, j’étais concentré sur la présence de la femme en haut à gauche du cadre que je voulais intégrer à tout prix dans la composition. Il fallait faire vite car elle n’est restée qu’une fraction de seconde à me regarder avant de disparaitre. Résultat, je n’ai pas prêté attention au coq qui venait de grimper sur le mur en brique à droite de l’image. Il est décapité. Voilà comment on rate une scène intéressante.
Si j’ai choisi une version N&B, c’est que ce jour là, le temps était gris et la brume enveloppait la ville. Une conjonction d’éléments qui ont piégé ma balance des blancs calée en automatique, se traduisant par une forte dominante jaune et un manque de contraste dû au brouillard. Plutôt que de passer trop de temps à retravailler sérieusement le tirage, je suis allé au plus simple avec ce N&B. Il y a des jours où on ferait mieux de ne pas prendre de photos pour éviter un sentiment de frustration.
If only I had seen the rooster!
Agra (India) - A photo that could have been excellent. Lack of luck -or rather lack of attention-, I was focused on the presence of the woman at the top left of the frame that I wanted to integrate into the composition at all costs. We had to hurry because she only stayed a fraction of a second looking at me before disappearing. Result, I did not pay attention to the rooster which had just climbed on the brick wall on the right of the image. Ultimately, he is beheaded. That's how you miss an interesting scene.
If I chose a B&W version, it is because that day, the weather was gray and the mist enveloped the neighborhood. A conjunction of elements that trapped my white balance set in automatic, resulting in a strong yellow cast and a lack of contrast due to the fog.
Rather than spending too much time to seriously rework this print, I gave up by going to the simplest with this B&W. There are days when it would be better not to take pictures to avoid a feeling of frustration.
Petit-duc maculé | Eastern Screech Owl | Megascops asio
Hier Victor veillait toujours au grain au trou no 2
Depuis quelques semaines lorsqu'il chante depuis son trou, nous entendons fréquemment une douce réponse provenant du même secteur. Impossible jusqu'à ce jour à localiser avec certitude le lieu. Il est possible que cette réponse provienne d'Amandine, sa dulcinée, bien calée dans son trou en train de couver la nichée... Espérons que ce soit le cas, éventuellement nous entendrons peut-être quelques jeunes crier à leurs parents leur inassouvissable appétit!!!
Grand merci à Christian Fritschi pour la traduction de la présente description
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Yesterday Victor was on duty at Hole No.2.
For a few weeks now, when he sings we often hear a very soft response from the same area. To this day we have not been able to locate the hole where the response is coming from.
It is quite possible that Victor's female, I will name Amandine from now on, may be responding from a hole where she may be brooding in her nest. Hopefully this is the case and that we will eventually be hearing the newborns' screams for food.
Vinh Long (Vietnam) – Tranquillement installé en face à siroter un café glacé, j’observe les pauvres gars qui apportent et déchargent de lourds sacs contenant ce qui me semble être du riz. Ils arrivent en mobylette transportant parfois plus d’une dizaine de sacs. Ensuite, sans que les femmes qui visiblement dirigent le magasin ne leur accordent la moindre attention, ils les entassent au fond du hangar et repartent dégoulinant de sueur. Durant les 20 minutes pendant lesquelles j’ai assisté à ces scènes, les manutentionnaires-livreurs ont fait au moins quatre voyages, chacun.
Techniquement, j’ai réglé mon objectif pour avoir une netteté suffisante sur tout le champ de l’image. Aussi, j’ai du mal à m’expliquer le « mouvement » dans les mains du manutentionnaire, alors que ma vitesse était calée sur le 1/125.
En principe, à cette vitesse, des mains, même agitées, sont figées. Si j’ai du mal à trouver une explication logique, ce mouvement, s’il n’était pas intentionnel, ne me gêne pas particulièrement. Mais il m'interroge.
It's heavy !
Vinh Long (Vietnam) – Relaxedly seated across the street, sipping an iced coffee, I watch the poor guys bringing in and unloading heavy bags containing what I think is rice. They arrive on mopeds, sometimes carrying more than ten bags. Then, without the women who obviously run the store paying them the slightest attention, they pile them into the back of the shed and leave dripping with sweat. During the 20 minutes I witnessed these scenes, the delivery handlers made at least four trips each.
Technically, I adjusted my lens to have sufficient sharpness across the entire image field. I struggle to explain the "movement" in the handler's hands, even though my shutter speed was set to 1/125. Normally, at that speed, hands, even if they're moving, are frozen. Although I struggle to find a logical explanation, this movement, even if it was not intentional, does not particularly bother me.
Guinevere Fouroux takes a sip of her own drink, watching with concern as he downed his. "It's all right... most of it came out, I think, but don't worry, I'll--" Motion out of the corner of her eye catches her attention, in time to see a blur of fur and teeth leap in her direction. All she can think to do is duck, glass crashing to the floor as she fumbles for her gun, pulling it free just as a hard body crashes into hers and sends her sprawling.
Sounds of him passing through the doorway would quickly be followed be a low growl that rose in pitch as he launched into Guin, heavy form crashing into the slender female with all the male ocelot's weight. Sharp, dagger like claws extended from his fingers and attempted to bury themselves into her flesh, one at her thigh and the other hand aimed for her waist to assist in pulling her down. If he managed to land on his mark or not seemed not to matter as he readied to sink those teeth into her. Either he hadn't noticed her hand shifting for her weapon, or didn't care..he seemed totally consumed in apparently eating this woman.
Forgetten Tomorrow didn't pause for a moment then, the glass would fall to the ground shattering against the carpet as he moved back behind the bar. His motions were smooth-- the elephant gun was pulled free from behind the bar-- it was always locked and loaded so he didn't need to worry about putting a bullet into it. His right hand moved slower coming to the back of the gun-- his finger creeping out to wrap around the trigger. There was a grunt. "Wrong -FUCKING- place to barge in asshole."
Guinevere Fouroux cries out as something sharp pierces her thigh, but she doesn't stop to think, heart in her throat. She hears Forge's voice but can't see a thing, buried under a wall of fur and muscle and the smell of blood and decay... she flings herself to one side, trying to get out from under him or knock him away enough to bring up her gun, remembering the routine as she'd been taught. But she can't -see-, and whatever it is is right on top of her, so she points the gun up and finger tightens on the trigger. "Get OFF of me!" she gasps.
Ugarte let out a harsh snarl as he lunged forwards, long curved incisors aimed for the woman's throat/shoulder area, claws tugging against Guin's flesh as he used his grip for leverage. The scene unfolding closely resembled one of those predatory cat attacks you might see on National Geographic. Hopefully he would manage the bite before the gunfire erupted, he was hungry..and if this attack turned out to be fruitless...he'd have one hell of a time hunting with a few holes in him.
Forgetten Tomorrow watched Swara's head lunge and his finger would pull upon the trigger of the shotgun. The room would erupt with the loud sound of the *BANG* as the smell of gunpowder filled the room. His body would slide off the top of the bar-- he had been leaning over it to get a decent shot at Swara's back. The barrel of his gun was smoking then.
Guinevere Fouroux struggles to steady her gun with one hand and push this man... thing... off of her with the other, but neither is working. Adrenaline rushes through her and she doesn't feel any pain, not yet, even as she feels sharp, tiny daggers sink into her shoulder. Instinctively her hand jerks up, pressing the gun into his chest, but before she can shoot the world explodes around her. Her gun hand spasms, squeezing the trigger whether she intends to or not--but her ears are ringing and the sound is lost.
Ugarte let out a murr of pleasure as he felt blood wet his pallet, and he seemed to suckle upon the inflicted wound even as she struggled beneath him. It would seem as if the grip he held would never slacken, at least until that deafening retort echoed off the walls of the small lobby and suddenly he found himself heaved forwards and to the right as a white hot fire tore through his side in a explosion of crimson gore, the slug passing threw him and embedding itself either in Guin if she was unlucky, or the carpeted floor very close by. The shot from behind, as painful and possibly life-threatening as it was, actually aided in taking Guin's shot point-blank in the chest, the smaller pistol round slicing threw the meaty muscle near his arm pit and lodging itself in the back of his shoulder guard. He let out a mixture of a pained cry and a hiss as he collapsed face down next to Guin, blood already starting to pool about him and stain snow-colored furr a pinkish red.
Forgetten Tomorrow moved around the outside of the bar and he would release his right hand from the butt of the gun holding it in his left hand. He wasn't even thinking of Guin at the moment and the possibility that she could have been shot. He would swing his arm up and then bringing it flying down trying to slam it into the side of Swara's head much like a golfer off the tee.
Calee Lykin heads straight for the hotel, after all they had a bar, and she worked there, surely they stocked cream. She stops in the doorway, the scent of blood, fresh blood, filled her nose, causing her ears to perk and her oceanic orbs to scan around, wondering what was going on.
Guinevere Fouroux squeezes her eyes shut as she feels the hot rush of blood--hers or his, she has no idea. The full weight of the man's body collapses on hers, driving her gun hand against her own chest and trapping her against the floor. Panic flares in her chest, and she'd try to push him off... but pain rips through her shoulder at the attempt. She hears voices, somewhere over the rush of blood in her own ears, past this wall of fur blocking her sight. "Forge?" she whispers, knowing he's there, somewhere, and tries again to fumble her way out from under his body.
Kiri Mayako slides in through the door. She sees Guin lying on the floor, Forge standing over her with a shotgun, the neko with the attitude problem she banned from the walks, Calee, a woman with no pants and a giant saw, and a nun. It was the beginning of a very bad joke. "What the fuck is going on?" she asks, hands on her pistols.
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth blinks slowly as she heard that one. "WAit WHAT?!" She snarled, in a tone that if Stephan knew her by now. He would know that Kat found out that she was marked as property. "Property? I'm not the labs god damn property! I'm SUPPOSE to work to sell their stupid drugs, which I haven't done in like two weeks because well mostly cause I had heal up, and on top of that aint no one in Midian looking for drugs, they all have them already. So when the hell did working for someone suddenly make you property!" Oh yea, Stephan and whoever else was near by would know she was furious right now. "And what is your offer?" She spoke in a low growl trying to keep that temper of hers in check.
Adelei Shinn tilted her head as a wide grin appeared upon her lips. "Oh? That so? Well it appears there are two sets of paperwork filed claiming her. We're trying to get to the bottom of that." She smiled politely and lifted a hand. "Pardon me while I speak to the major."
Stephan Frontenac smiles to the Sergeant and says "Not a problem" and smiles as she leaves the room. He moves to the visitor window and sees Kat, not realising she's upset as he could just barely hear her from where he was, he says in a cheery voice "Hey Kat, came to see if you were alright."
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth ears twitched at the words from STephan. "YOU have me marked as property!?" She was ingoring Aza right now. "PRoperty, and when was I going to find out? When you oh I don't know, decided to run test on me?" She was speaking quickly, and her words were getting louder and louder. "So, explain to me, is it boss or owner and after you explain to me....tell me which eye you want to keep!" Her tail was starting to puff out as it whipped behind her showing how furious she actually was. "And don't worry, not like you'll miss your eye! YOU can just grow it back!"
Adelei Shinn knew Aza must've caught wind of that, as she heard Kat's outburst. She smiled to the major. "Seems we have an issue. Mr. Frontenac would like to know when she's being released, and why she's being held. He claims ownership." She grinned with amusement. This was too damn funny. She was still puzzled how both sets of paperwork got through without Kat being present.
Azazel Steig eyes flicked twords the visitor area as he heard Stephan, his grin growing wider and wider by the second" I let you leave here...under Stephans care in return for a favor from you and your...people. Or, you refuse, I deny owener ship to both parties and you sit in here and rot" his brow arched ever so slightly as kat turned her rath on her only hope of actually getting out of here. His lips drawn thin as he looked to Shinn' if she doesnt calm down, gas her"
Stephan Frontenac feels his heart fall into his gut as he listens to Kat. What had been a legal technicality to get her legal passage in Leviathan was now blowing up in his face. And he could not tell the full truth in front of the UAC. He stands paralysed as he gets bits and pieces of what Major Steig says.
Aylin Daviau had known Sir Stephan was here for he had informed her and she stepped through the detectors, unconcerned because she was completely unarmed...her pale gaze shifted to him and she perked her brow just slightly "Eveything is fine Sir?" she enquired, not yet looking to the mutant, her primary concern being his welfare.
Adelei Shinn nodded once and peered through the bars at Kat. She moved down the hall to get one of the canisters, just to be at the ready. The visitors might really get a kick out of that if it seeped through. A few moments later, she returned to assess Kat's condition.
Stephan Frontenac nods once to Aylin, looking a bit pale. His gaze is fixed on Kat and what he can see of the Major. He knows damn well Kat is able to rip his eye out if she set her mind to it.
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth started to pace around the cell, as she felt the temper start to grow more and more. She was going to set Bernard on fire first, then rip out Stephan's eyes after that put Bernard out....let Stephan regrow his eye, then set Bernard on fire again and tear out stephan's eye. That sounded like a great plan in her book, and then she'd have enough eyeballs to shut Calee up for a month, and the scent of human flesh would make Chi stay away from her until he grew a brain. Yes, this plan would work to her advantage all she had to do was get out of this cell. She narrowed her eyes just playing the ideas in her head. "And what's the favor if I agree to this deal?" She growled low, it was taking her everything to keep her claws in.
Azazel Steig leaned forwards slightly, motining Kat closer to the bars with his index finger" For your ears only,Kat" he had a grin that would make the devil himself envy, obviously the major had some dubious plan in mind.
Aylin Daviau nodded once, having now heard the commotion from the cell she canted her head to the side just slightly...would smile, still watching Sir Stephan "You wish me to euthenise it Sir?" she asked, speaking of course about if and when it was released.
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth steps closer to him so she could hear his words. Her eyes had that dark look within them, the one that she got when she planning on setting someone on fire.
Stephan Frontenac shakes his head "No, she'll calm down", and adds with a fair amount of doubt in his voice "She always does. She'll realise this was for her own good."
Adelei Shinn stood with a frown watching Kat, and hearing the noise from them. She called over to them. "If you're going to enrage the prisoners, it won't help them, us or you."
Aylin Daviau nodded again then turned, watching silently she appeared a little bored but would remain here if for no other reason than to ensure that Sir Stephan was indeed okay as he said he was.
Azazel Steig leaned in as close as he could to whisper to Kat, his eyes gazing past her as he spoke to settle on Stephan and Aylin, after he had finished, he leaned back, eyes searching Kats face for some sign of agreement or not.
IM: Azazel Steig: *W* I want you and your pirates to cause as much trouble for the PD as you can...shootings, rapes, assualts, what ever it takes, I want them to look like crap in Midians eyes.
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth raises a brow towards Aza as she heard his whisper and pulled back. The pirates did that anyways, everyone was a toy in their opinion, and no matter what weither it was drugging, or assualting, or putting down...it was usually the best at the hands of a pirate. She looked over towards Stephan, and then back towards Aza as she thinks about this long and hard. She would then lean over and whisper something to Aza.
Azazel Steig shook his head slightly at Kat's words" Thats none of your concern really,Kat....." he leaned in once more to finish the conversation befor stepping away from the cell" Yes, and I let you out now, No...and you stay with us, permanitly"
IM: Azazel Steig: *W* I want it done in the open, for everyone to see...
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth studies him a moment. "Under -one- condition..." She moved her finger to wave him closer to her as she spoke low in another whisper if he came close to her.
Adelei Shinn just observed quietly for the moment, her eyes focusing forward on Kat and beyond to the window. The tall woman looked familiar for some reason and it was bothering her while she shuffled through memories.
Azazel Steig shook his head slightly" No conditions Kat, take it or leave it" he brought his wrost up to look at his watch" You have five seconds to give me your answer.....starting now" he let his hand drop back to his side
Aylin Daviau didnt comment any further, it was not required nor did she care to...she simply watched, obeseving the situation rather than interacting.
Adelei Shinn looked to Kat with a raised eyebrow. "Cmon, Morales. It's not that tough a call I'd imagine. Freedom or me. All the time, me."
Stephan Frontenac just watches, having no clue what's going on, actualyl debating sneaking out as Kat did not seem too happy earlier. But he sighs, he has to help her or at least learn why she's here so he can fire her with a clean conscience
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth thinks to herself weighting the good out with the bad. Helping a UAC, Destorying another group. She looked over towards Aza and studied him long and hard as she thinks to herself. "Fine..." She spoke slowly. "You have a deal...That also means that me and Bernard's deal is off as well..." She smirked towards him as she looked over towards Stephan and the look she gave him seemed completely innocently except for those that knew her well. She would make sure that Stephan would pay for placing her as property, as she ran her tongue over her lower lip. "So...can I go now or what?"
This is Calee. I went on a shoot with her and Ashley (and Dee) back on December 29th. FUN. I'm finally uploading these pictures but Dee has been uploading gorgeous ones for a while now. Go check them out!
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*Saudade" pronounced: sawˈdadi or sawˈdadʒi in Calee and in Galician: sawˈðaðe; saudades is a unique word of ancient Portuguese origin that has no immediate translation in English. Saudade describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return. It's related to the feelings of longing, yearning. A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost child , or a family member who has gone missing for a long time.
Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure and well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone one's deep love , parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets or places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past. In Portuguese, 'tenho saudade tuas', translates as 'I have saudade of you' meaning 'I miss you', but carries a much stronger tone. In fact, one can have 'saudade' of someone whom one is with, but have some feeling of loss towards the past or the future. Explained best I could; painted even harder for there are so many ways to express it; all are good as long as they come from the soul .
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Un de mes bonsaïs... **Pistachier térébinthe** ou Térébinthe (Pistacia terebinthus)
Petite pousse avec racines, d'~ 10 cm, prélevée en juillet 2006 à Rhodes et ramenée dans du papier toilette très humide, mis dans un sachet plastique et calée dans la valise.
Le lendemain de mon arrivée, tout de suite mis en pot dans un mélange d'Acadama, de tourbe et de terreau... et voilà le résultat après plusieurs rempotages et tailles, c'est sa 2° année en fleurs mais je n'ai jusqu'à présent encore jamais eu de fruits.. taille actuelle..30/30 cm ~, 50 en hauteur avec le pot 16ans en avril 2022 avec l'âge de la pousse au départ .
Pistachier térébinthe ou Térébinthe
(Pistacia terebinthus ),
est une plante à feuillage caduc de la famille des Anacardiacées poussant dans la garrigue et le maquis, commun dans tout le bassin méditerranéen1.
L'essence de térébenthine lui doit son nom car la térébenthine de Chio était à l'origine fabriquée avec des exsudats de cet arbre.,:/
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One of my bonsai... **Pistachio terebinth** or Terebinth (Pistacia terebinthus)
Small shoot with roots, ~ 10 cm, taken in July 2006 in Rhodes and brought back in very wet toilet paper, put in a plastic bag and wedged in the suitcase. The day after my arrival, immediately put in a pot in a mixture of Acadama, peat and potting soil... and here is the result after several repottings and sizes, it is his 2nd year in bloom but I have so far never had fruit .. current size.. 30/30 cm ~, 50 in height with the pot 16 years in April 2022 with the age of the shoot at the start.
Pistachio terebinth or Terebinth
(Pistacia terebinthus ),
is a deciduous plant of the Anacardiaceae family growing in scrubland and scrubland, common throughout the Mediterranean basin1.
Turpentine essence owes its name to it because Chio's turpentine was originally made with exudates from this tree.
source :Wikipédia
Cette petite chouette bien calée dans son tronc s'est vue réveillée par une caresse de soleil
This tawny owl well wedged in its trunk was awakened by the warmth of the sun
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première houle cyclonique de la saison, cyclone Gert
pas vraiment bien calée, trop ouest, et pas les bons bancs de sable pour faire fonctionner cette houle puissante.
Every Second Every Hour - Iyeoka
Every second, every hour
I am calling for you, calling for you
Every second, every hour
I am calling for your heart on the radio
La La La La La La
Lala la la la la la la la laa
La La La La La La
Lala la la la la la la la la la laa
somebody say s.o.s.
this is a miracle
I am moving up with a boom clap, clap
can you hear me? can you hear me?
yo de le he hoo
yo de le he hoo
Related
Come around, come around
dance before the soundwaves of the high life
come around, come around
heart feeling stronger than ever before
cho (x2)
Every second, every hour
I am calling for you, calling for you
Every second, every hour
I am calling for your heart on the radio
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
come around, come around
make us happy when the sky is falling, falling
come around, come around
you got to hold on, you got to hold on
always
see the harmonies from the sun shine down, sun shine
(always)
see the harmonies from the sun shine down, sun shine
cho1 (x2)
Every second, every hour
I am calling for you, calling for you
Every second, every hour
I am calling for your voice on the radio
cho2 (x2)
Every second, every hour
I am calling for you, calling for you
Every second, every hour
I am calling for your heart on the radio
somebody say echo, echo
goes the sunrise
echo, echo
comes the sunshine
every second, every hour
don't take my sunshine away
don't take my sunshine away
(every second every hour) don't take my sunshine away
don't take my sunshine away
Every second, every hour
I am calling for your voice on the radio
La La La La La La
Lala la la la la la la la laa
La La La La La La
Lala la la la la la la la la la laa
It's been too long since taking your picture. Thank you Calee xoxo
Taken at Sunny's Studio
Pose : In the Flap of Wings
~HAPPY NEW YEAR 2013 FROM CALEE ~
~HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY FLICKR FRIENDS FROM LORI ~
~HOPE THE NEW YEAR WILL BE GOOD TO YOU ~
~BURNSVILLE, MINNESOTA~
Thank you to the dearest Dee for being my human tripod when I forgot my tripod. Thank you to Dee for taking this picture when my camera was just being too difficult for anything good. I edited a bit more than she initially did though. And I had the idea :3 Count for something?
So my day (yesterday, when this was taken) started off by waking up at eight in the morning. I then proceeded to leave my house promptly at 8:40 to head towards Haley’s to get her bird cage. She crawled out of bed for me and I love her lots, even though she wasn’t invited ;D. After talking for about twenty minutes, I headed over to a fabric store to get a pillow full of feathers that Calee and Ashley got when Dee and I took pictures of them a month or so ago. The fabric/arts and craft store didn’t have any. I then went to the Target next door, hoping they would have it. I was wrong. In utter depression, I proceeded to go to a home goods store to see if I could pick out a pillow that was full of feathers that I could open. By this time, I was cutting extremely close to the time Dee was supposed to come over, 10, but luckily she told me she would be half an hour late. My mother and I searched for those thirty minutes trying to find a pillow that could be easily sewn apart and that was 100% feather-filled. We found it and Dee and I had a “race” to see who could reach my house first. I won. When Dee arrived, we started to get to work on my make-up. It took us a while and by the time we were done, it was around the time my friend Ashley would be arriving. (A different one than mentioned above.) So instead of our original plan to shoot the bird picture before she arrived, we waited for her. At this point we still had to tease my hair. Well, I had to tease it, seeing as Dee didn’t know what she was doing. But may I add she was a great hair-sprayer. So Ashley arrives and her mother sees me like I am in this picture, only ten times worse. (My hair deflated as we built the nest.) We all headed out to our location and started to build our human-sized nest, which involved snapping dead trees in half. By the time we were done, the temperature increased by at least 10 degrees and the sun was pounding down on us so I had to remove my leather jacket that I wanted in this picture. It takes us forever to figure out the feather throwing and the picture taking and the lighting and what not and finally we finish up. After we finish, we pack up all of our things (feathers, phones, cage, jacket, fancy shoes, combs, and water) and hide them away from the sidewalk so people won’t steal them, and we grab our cameras and start adventuring. We run from snakes. We avoid dog poop. We wade in water. We climb trees. And we do other nonsense as I take mostly film pictures with Mickey. Right before we go back, Dee and I try to go back to this crate we saw a while ago, with Ashley following behind. This requires balancing on a small pipe through some disgusting and muddy water. Dee slipped and her foot is in the water in no time. I slip as well and the same happens to me. Ashley decided not to come across. (She was smart.) So we head back, seeing as Ashley had to go home, and Dee and I try to wash off our one dirty and wet shoe. I believe my shoe will be okay. Her Tom will not. After Ashley leaves, we go back out to take more film pictures and to stomp on a book, without shoes on. We had already made a plan to go to Wal-Mart to buy really cheap and expendable yet semi-cute shoes that we could wear on photoshoots and not care if they got ruined. We finish my roll of film and go to the store. I wear flip-flops and Dee is forced on wearing her…hobo…shoes. It was the funniest thing. We get shoes and candy and then I bid her farewell. My mother then takes me to get my film developed and we waste time by going to a pet store and other miscellaneous stores. The film gets developed in less than thirty minutes instead of an hour and they come out even better than I thought! My last roll with my Holga, everything came out white, and I hadn’t used this film camera yet. I then rushed home and scanned them on to my laptop and put them on facebook for Dee to see. I’ll upload the good ones soon! Along with all the other film cameras I have promised ;D
Yeah. So. That was my day. Now today I have to do homework and study. Yay.
This is for my Animal Project with Mell P. Check out her bird picture, which she uploaded 2 weeks ago. Because she knows how to do something on time and I don’t. This is bird. If you didn’t guess by now.
This angle doesn’t show how AMAZING the nest is. But this angle just looked better.
P.S. That IS a baby doll in the cage.
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Hey! I guess I’m obliged to say Happy New Year! I know this isn’t my absolute best picture and my expression sickens me. Oh and you can’t even see my bunny make up. But, this is for my collaboration with Mell P so go check out her version when she uploads later today! If you want to see the other pictures of this project click here.
Luckily, I do have TONS of pictures from several photoshoots with myself, Haley, Dee, Ashley, and Calee so I’m a little behind on editing and everything!!
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Puisque Victor est bien nommé, faut bien la nommer aussi sa belle dame, voici donc Amandine! À part une courte visite au trou no 2 le 23 février où elle fut captée par Pierre Lamontagne, Amandine a disparue des radars depuis le jour de la Saint-Valentin.
Voici une prise que j'ai captée le 22 janvier dernier quelques jours après son arrivée au trou no 1. Il s'agit de cette fameuse journée où elle fut aperçue par seulement quelques chanceux (Guylaine et Michel) avec Victor à ses côtés...
Depuis quelques semaines lorsque Victor chante du trou no 2, nous entendons fréquemment une douce réponse provenant du même secteur. Impossible jusqu'à ce jour de localiser avec certitude le lieu. Il est possible que cette réponse provienne d'Amandine bien calée dans son trou en train de couver la nichée... Espérons que ce soit le cas, éventuellement nous entendrons peut-être quelques jeunes crier à leurs parents leur inassouvissable appétit!!!
Grand merci à Christian Fritschi pour la traduction de la présente description
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Since Victor now has a name, it would be proper to also name his beautiful female partner. Presenting Amandine ! Aside from a short visit at Hole No 2 captured on February 23rd by Pierre Lamontagne, she has not been seen since Valentine's Day.
Here is capture I made January 22nd, only a few days after her famous appearance where she sits alongside Victor at Hole No 1 which was recorded by only a few lucky observers (Guylaine and Michel).
For a few weeks now, when he sings we often hear a very soft response from the same area. To this day we have not been able to locate the hole where the response is coming from. It is quite possible that Victor's female, I will name Amandine from now on, may be responding from a hole where she may be brooding in her nest. Hopefully this is the case and that we will eventually be hearing the newborns' screams for food.
* transl. from Calee, "I wake up smelling fish; Virgin in heaven help me sell my fish, so I can have enough money to support my family; life is always the same; In January I am always happy, by april I get depressed . see and hear original recording from the Gipsy operetta "La Subienda" by Gabriel Romero, the inspiration for this set in my comment box bellow.
When I met with Nishi and Kris this past February, and asked them to describe "their style" they said: modern, urban, "funky bohemian" - and they wanted a cake to reflect their unique qualities.
Alas... one of my FAVORITE cakes to have made!
Chocolate fondant is piped with apple green scrolling inspired by their invitations, with an offset lower tier bouquet of orchids and roses.
The cake was a displayed in an amazingly beautiful room decorated by Calee of www.calleeslilies.net in San Jose. The table she provided for the cake to be displayed on was perfect and got a front and center spot right next to the bride/groom and bridal party tables.
Flavor: "Mexican Hot Chocolate" - Marble cake with Cayenne and Cinnamon, Milk Chocolate custard, Caramel and White Chocolate Truffle.
Clients: Nishi and Kris, married June 7, 2008 at Canyonview in San Ramon, CA
When I met with Nishi and Kris this past February, and asked them to describe "their style" they said: modern, urban, "funky bohemian" - and they wanted a cake to reflect their unique qualities.
Alas... one of my FAVORITE cakes to have made!
Chocolate fondant is piped with apple green scrolling inspired by their invitations, with an offset lower tier bouquet of orchids and roses.
The cake was a displayed in an amazingly beautiful room decorated by Calee of www.calleeslilies.net in San Jose. The table she provided for the cake to be displayed on was perfect and got a front and center spot right next to the bride/groom and bridal party tables.
Flavor: "Mexican Hot Chocolate" - Marble cake with Cayenne and Cinnamon, Milk Chocolate custard, Caramel and White Chocolate Truffle.
Clients: Nishi and Kris, married June 7, 2008 at Canyonview in San Ramon, CA
Commonly caleed the Yaxte Pole (see adjoining panel), the totem pole at Auke Village Recreation Area shows three stories.
The main story is Raven's Picnic or Barbeque & was selected by landscape architect Linn. A. Forrest to highlight the recreation area. Raven is perched at the top of the pole with his heart shown as his stomach. In this L'uknax.adi sotry, Raven insulted a chinook (king) salmon until the fish took offense & came close enough to shore that Raven was able to catch him. Raven then called over his bird companions to do the work of preparing the salmon, gathering wood, & building a fire. After the hard work was done & the salmon had finished cooking, Raven sent his companions away on an errand, so he could greedily eat the salmon on his own. When they returned, Raven told the other birds that the fire had destroyed the fish. This made them terribly sad, & in return each bird was given a new physical trait to enhance their appearance.
Magpie was given an impressive flowing tail to life his spirits. While searching for fish remains, Robin got to close to the embers of the fire & burnt his breast, which then became a beautiful red color. Raven attempted to sooth Blue Jay by giving him a new crested hairdo. Finally, there is little chickadee, who cried & cried, wiping his eyes until the black under them came off, leaving him with two vibrant white cheeks we're all familiar with today.
*Saudade" pronounced: sawˈdadi or sawˈdadʒi in Calee and in Galician: sawˈðaðe; saudades is a unique word of ancient Portuguese origin that has no immediate translation in English. Saudade describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return. It's related to the feelings of longing, yearning. A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost child , or a family member who has gone missing for a long time.
Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure and well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone one's deep love , parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets or places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past. In Portuguese, 'tenho saudade tuas', translates as 'I have saudade of you' meaning 'I miss you', but carries a much stronger tone. In fact, one can have 'saudade' of someone whom one is with, but have some feeling of loss towards the past or the future.
Awakened by Saudade in my studio on a bright, warm, saturday morning:
When I met with Nishi and Kris this past February, and asked them to describe "their style" they said: modern, urban, "funky bohemian" - and they wanted a cake to reflect their unique qualities.
Alas... one of my FAVORITE cakes to have made!
Chocolate fondant is piped with apple green scrolling inspired by their invitations, with an offset lower tier bouquet of orchids and roses.
The cake was a displayed in an amazingly beautiful room decorated by Calee of www.calleeslilies.net in San Jose. The table she provided for the cake to be displayed on was perfect and got a front and center spot right next to the bride/groom and bridal party tables.
Flavor: "Mexican Hot Chocolate" - Marble cake with Cayenne and Cinnamon, Milk Chocolate custard, Caramel and White Chocolate Truffle.
Clients: Nishi and Kris, married June 7, 2008 at Canyonview in San Ramon, CA
* transl. from Calee, "I wake up smelling fish; Virgin in heaven help me sell my fish, so I can have enough money to support my family; life is always the same; In January I am always happy, by april I get depressed . see and hear original recording from the Gipsy operetta "La Subienda" by Gabriel Romero, the inspiration for this set in my comment box bellow.
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**Saudade" pronounced: sawˈdadi or sawˈdadʒi in Calee and in Galician: sawˈðaðe; saudades is a unique word of ancient Portuguese origin that has no immediate translation in English. Saudade describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return. It's related to the feelings of longing, yearning. A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost child , or a family member who has gone missing for a long time.
Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure and well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone one's deep love , parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets or places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past. In Portuguese, 'tenho saudade tuas', translates as 'I have saudade of you' meaning 'I miss you', but carries a much stronger tone. In fact, one can have 'saudade' of someone whom one is with, but have some feeling of loss towards the past or the future.
Awakened by Saudade in my studio on a bright saturday morning: