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Mi “invierno” acabó hace ya tiempo, pero sigo sin tener mucha actividad en las redes sociales. En parte se debe a mi habilidad para disponer cada vez de menos tiempo sin realmente hacer nada de provecho (soy una desastre T_T ), y en parte a un cierto rechazo a Flickr desde que calificaron a mi galería de fotos como “restringida”, al mismo nivel que la pornografía mas dura. Esto último es muy sencillo de arreglar, lo único que tengo que hacer es abrir una nueva cuenta de Flickr y mi galería volverá a ser “segura”. Pero no quiero hacerlo, o no quiero hacerlo exactamente así, en parte por una cuestión de dignidad y en parte por una cuestión de identidad como Melisa. De todas formas yo siempre he utilizado Flickr como si fuera mi blog, y quizás ha llegado el momento de tener un blog real. No es solo Flickr, todas las redes sociales de una u otra manera nos dejan desprotegidas ante cualquier denuncia por el hecho de ser chicas crossdresser. Por eso cuando acabó mi “invierno” decidí crear un blog que se convirtiera en mi sitio principal en la red, mi piedra de toque. Ese sitio hasta este momento era esta galería de Flickr. Eso no significa que vaya a dejar esta cuenta, ni mucho menos, seguiré estando para mis amigas exactamente igual, participaré y subiré cosas siempre que pueda, solo que mi forma de enfocar esta cuenta será diferente y girará en torno a mi blog. Además, Flickr con este último cambio se ha vuelto muy fotográfico, cosa lógica por otra parte y que no es mala. Puede que incluso abra otra cuenta “segura”.
Esta es el link que os llevará a mi blog:
melisagarciablog.blogspot.com.es/
aún está en construcción, y el hacer de el algo que me guste es toda una diversión.
Con este blog no persigo que tenga muchas visitas, ni comentarios, ni “me gusta” ni nada de eso. Con este blog solo quiero expresarme, divertirme y que cuado lo lea pasado un tiempo pueda decir: ¡me gusta mi blog! Y eso es algo que tengo la suerte de poder decir de mi galería de Flickr.
My "winter" ended long ago, but I still have no a lot of activity on social networks. In part due to my ability to have increasingly less time without actually doing anything useful (I'm a mess T_T), and partly to a certain reluctance to Flickr since qualified my photo gallery as "restricted", the same level as the hardest pornography. This is very easy to fix, all I have to do is open a new Flickr account and my gallery will be "safe" again. But I will not do it, or do not want to do exactly that, partly as a matter of dignity and partly a question of identity as Melisa. Anyway I've always used Flickr as my blog, and maybe it's time to have a real blog. Not just Flickr, all social networks in one or another way leave us unprotected to any complaint for being a crossdresser girls. So when finished my "winter" decided to create a blog that will become my main site on the net, my touchstone. That site until now was this Flickr gallery. That does not mean I will leave this account, far from it, I still with my friends exactly the same, I going to participate and I will upload things whenever I can, only just my way of focusing this account will be different and will revolve around my blog. In addition, Flickr with this latest change has become very photographic, otherwise logical thing and it's not bad. Maybe even open another account "safe".
This is the link that takes you to my blog:
melisagarciablog.blogspot.com.es/
is still under construction, and making of it something I like is very fun.
This blog does not pursue to have many visitors, or comments or "like" or anything like that. With this blog I just want to express myself, have fun and when, pass time, I read it I can say: I like my blog! And that is something that I have the good fortune to be able to say of my Flickr gallery.
Unfortunately my blog for now is only in spanish, but perhaps soon also have entries in english ... or something fairly similar to english XD and always have pictures or videos each entry, for sure, and for that you do not need language XDD
PS. Si quieres ver un video con este look (If you want see a video with this look) :
Notice: We have attempted to identify each mushroom correctly, please be aware that we are not experts. Please do not solely rely on this source for identification and determination of edibility.
ODC-What Is There To Be Afraid Of
I think this year more than ever we're seeing the devastating effects of Climate Change. I know the west coast is burning up and over here in the east we are inundated with excessive amounts of moisture and flooding! it's truly frightening how extreme the weather is becoming. climate.nasa.gov/evidence/
Oh, how the light changes… it gave Monet his Haystack Series,
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haystacks_(Monet)
And never fails to delight and surprise me here, when least expected.
This photo was taken 5 minutes before 'Last light'..
Can you believe it…and one of the swans is just paddling into view..
Besides a little straighten up, no edits.
This is exactly what I was seeing.
Reminds me, well, it's almost the colours of our Australian flag of the indigenous.
aboriginalflag.com.au/history.html
Each colour has a symbolic meaning for them as a collective people.
Which brings me to this story, of when I was last here at the lake...
Almost this time last year, mid-August, 3 days after my mother's birthday, I took a few hours off and met up with a fellow poet and high school teacher, Robert, for lunch at the kiosk at the other end of the lake.
We chose this spot because there wouldn't be many people around during the week, and we could be as loud and animated as we like, reading each other our latest poems.
There was only one other table occupied at this outdoor café, an older lady and her male friend, and on second look, I realised it was Liz, whom I hadn't seen for years.
We used to swap my kinesiology for her Reiki, way back in the 90's...
She was having lunch with a fellow whom she'd met on holiday up at Wilpeena Pound, and he was passing through on his way back to Sydney.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilpena_Pound
(Thought this was a weird coincidence as the poem I'd planned to read gave mention and great respect to this place.)
They were both indigenous. (Also a coincidence, in regards to the poem..)
LIz recognised me too and we were both delighted to see each other, so I invited them over to sit and listen to my reading after we'd all finished eating.
The poem I'd intended to read to Robert now had a surprise bigger audience, and little did Liz and friend know that they were in for quite a surprise…
My poem was about rural life in the 1900's and onwards, as had been told to me, about how it was for the aboriginal peoples when us 'whities' moved in, just a bit further south of here, in western New South Wales.
It takes a final twist at the end, relating to the events surrounding my mother's birth on a sheep station, outside Tamworth, 1929.
Mum's mother had come down with influenza which rapidly became severe pneumonia. This brought on early labour, and she died giving birth to a tiny premature baby, who grew up to be my own mother.
This took place in the harshest part of the freezing cruel winter, that is well known to descend and sweep across the broad expansive Liverpool Plains, that has no protection against the icy gale force winds..
Mum's Aunty Ida was a full blood indigenous lady from the 'Kamillaroi' people, married to my white Great Uncle Bill.
As typical of the times, this was quite a bone of contention, quietly chewed upon by the rest of the family..
But amongst all the following grief and mêlée, she was the one who stepped forward to take this fragile premmy home, to raise her with her own half cast children after the death of her white sister-in-law.
Mum's own father, a butcher and book keeper for the Currabubulla Sheep Station was a drinking, gambling man who, in shock at the sudden death of his very capable wife, was ill equipped to run the house and care for 4 other children.
And so he let this new fragile baby go, thinking she was so weak, she wouldn't survive for long anyway ..
Two years had passed when he heard through the grapevine that little two year old Betty was actually blossoming with robust health, and from the urgings of his other children, now settled into coping without their deceased mother and two years older as well, quite looking forward to having their little sister rather than facing the ordeal of caring for a sickly newborn…well, he went and took her back from their aboriginal Aunty Ida..and brought her home.
My mother had grown up for her first two years, quite happily with this loving blended family.. who, of course, were left heartbroken, when discovering they'd been told a lie, and little Betty wasn't going to visit her real siblings, just for the day …and wouldn't be 'coming back tomorrow'…as promised...
In fact, Mum had to wait another 45 long years before I could find her half cast cousin, Una , to be reunited..
Her father justified it all with the excuse to the rest of his family that he'd heard that full blood Aunty was going on Walkabout soon and was going to take little Betty with her.
My poem concluded that without this wonderful aboriginal woman, my Great Aunty Ida, and her huge heart, my own mother had little chance of survival, and my immediate family that is a little twig of the whole ancestry tree may never have existed.
Well, all three of my audience sat transfixed at the social/anthroplolgical details I'd managed to write in rhyming, rhythmic, poetic verse.
While reading it aloud to my indigenous friends, at various points I became painfully aware of how close to the bone some of the subject matter was in their history of dismissive disregard from the white man, and I'd pause, almost to gasp for the next breath... should I skip the next bit? It's so raw!
But I'd glance up from the page at Liz, and see her sitting back with a grin from ear to ear, gently nodding with such huge satisfaction and appreciation that her people had just received a gift of precious, heartfelt validation of their struggles of recognition ever since 'civilised colonisation' began over 200 nears ago.
Lets just say it surpassed a certain flaky, belated "Sorry…" message from the govt about 7 years ago.
I won't risk my "Safe" category by saying the more earthier Aussie version of that..
Gosh though, I'm still glad I'd already cut three of the most graphic chapters out of it…
The poem begins with a tribute to Eddie Mabo, tireless campaigner for indigenous rights, then there's about ten pages of a collection of stories told to me first hand from various people over the years, entwined together to paint the bigger picture, concluding with my mother's rocky beginning in life and how she was given a second chance at this life by an indigenous angel..
There's more to the story of this day, to be continued another time perhaps…but for now I'll finish by telling you that during one chapter I had to stop reading completely and break down into sobs.
I was in such a state of overwhelm, it had hit me that it was such a privilege to be able to read it to an indigenous audience and they absolutely loved it.
Yes, I had written it, but it was only then that I really started to feel the depth of it..
Meanwhile, poor Robert, my straight-laced, conservative, whiter-than-white teacher friend sat at the end of the table gobsmacked-speechless with awe throughout the whole proceedings, and totally forgotten, due to all the interaction between the rest of us..
But hey ~ Phew! ~ What a day...
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We've have some happy little changes implemented in recent weeks - some small improvements that have made a big difference. We are now at the end of our commissions (You're in for some Spam this weekend!) and we want to move forward in a positive direction.
Although some of these are gradual improvements over the course of a couple of months, here is a list of little improvements we have made.
✮ Improved Packaging - The wigs are now arriving much better than previously. They will still need brushing once removed from their boxes, but the fibres are remaining as they should do during transit. We've had enough testing to confirm that the new packaging is working out wonderfully.~
✮ Sturdier Cap - The caps are made with a different material and in a different method with an additional "sideburn" area on some styles to add extra length around the face~
✮ Thicker, Fuller wigs.
✮ A set shipping schedule. We ship every Saturday or worst case scenario, the following Monday.
C H A N G E S T O C O M E
✮ Rebranding - We will be changing our name before the launch of the winter sale. With so many positive improvements we'd like to go into the new year with an equally positive mindset. We aren't the wig shop we were when we started this a year ago and we have grown and learned so many things. We want to come back anew with a name that really reflects us rather than continue on as Frappzilla, which was first and foremost a personal username that was never really meant for the both of us. We'll have a fresh new image and even some new models so we can show you guys our designs to their full potential.
✮ New Store - One of the most exciting things to come in the next week or two is the new and improved webshop which I have mentioned in recent posts. The new store will feature your own personal login area, automated (at last) shipping notifications and a lot of other exciting features.
✮ Monthly Newsletter - Something that we wanted to bring to you in 2015 will finally be coming at the start of the new year, thanks to the new store.
✮ New Styles - With the new models comes a new approach with our premium line, featuring more realistic designs, hairlines and parts. We anticipate a heavy focus on shorter cuts alongside the current kinds of wigs we offer. We'll also have some fun and quirky additions that you won't have seen anywhere before and we'lll finally launch our line of dreadlocks wigs too.
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The last commission photos will be sent out over the weekend and everything that has been confirmed by the customer will be shipped on Monday.
A friendly reminder that our winter sale starts on November 25th with daily pre-made wigs at a discount, available in the new webshop. Don't forget our bonus Advent Calendar starting on the 1st December with a huge daily discount on one wig per day up until Christmas Eve.
We want to thank all of you for your continued support. Thank you so so much for everything, always!
We have 55018, in 1979, working the 10:45 Leeds - Kings Cross passing Lofthouse Colliery. I am stood on the road bridge, which now gives access to Outwood station.
The view 41 years later, has an Azuma, working a Leeds - Peterborough service (due to Sunday engineering works). This shot is from the drone, as no photo is possible from the road bridge due to trees.
Lofthouse colliery site is now a nature reserve, and has a memorial to the 7 miners who lost their lives when the workings at the colliery were flooded on March 21st, 1973.
[explore #410 on 26.03.09]
time to change.. the buddy icon :P
well, I also should dye my hair 'cause I look blond for an half and dark for the other half actually, but never mind -.-"
hooray for batroom mirror's shots u.u
tempo di cambiare.. la buddy icon :P
vabbè, mi dovessi anche fare una tintura, che sono mezza bionda e mezza bruna, ma pazienza -.-"
ah, e poi sì, mi faccio le foto allo specchio nel gabinetto, perchè le gabinette si autoritraggono nel gabinetto (non fa una piega, no? u.u)
published on the online magazine fringe indie, on february-march 2010.
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011 :: 365 :: 11th January 2013
This is one of those things that you can push an object through is and it will make the shape, for the life of me I don't know what it is called, hope all you smart people out there can tell me.
Originally I had posted a bw mono version of this but changed my mind and it is now pink mono :)
This morning instead of Birmingham Airport to Gatwick it was the Hilton Hotel NEC to Gatwick .Parked outside the hotel at 07.30 this morning was Canvendish YN13BXD an Irizar I6 C53FT. Photo taken 13/10/16
This is the first tree I have seen so far with all, or nearly all, of its leaves changed. Taken on a very damp morning using a Nikon D5100 with Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 lens.
Back to Emerald Island . Fishing boats facing incoming tide filling shallow bay. Cloudy , quite Sunday morning in Clonakilty. I would like to invite you to take a look at more of the images from Ireland www.flickr.com/photos/januszbc/sets/72157605222175919/
Happy 4th of July to our friends in USA
See where this picture was taken - Ring [?]
Explore July 4th 2008 #489
Ch Ch Changes!!!
I hated the brown, It made that green look even more garish to me sooo I repainted the table and shelves white and I decided to just make the shelving evenly spaced and have them completey wrap around the corner rather than that break in the middle. It looks a lot more cohesive to me now but now my back hurts! LOL
A tree started shedding (losing) leaves as Fall deepened, the once green ground also turned brown, at Historic Stewart Farm, Surrey BC.