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This is two games in one. You can of course just play one of them, or if you like, both.
The TAG Game rules: Take a photo of "stuff". Then remove, add or replace some of the things. Take a new photo and put them together like above, or in separate windows. Don't forget to tag me so I don't miss out. I love to play!
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Find 11 Differences above!
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THORNWICK Bay...(pronounced Thornick... welcome to Yorkshire, lol)
Thornwick Bay derives it's name from "Thor" the God of Thunder because of the roar of the breaking waves on the rocks during a North Easterly gale which pounds the magnificent cliffs.
In the winter when the winds are strong and the weather is bad, when the waves hit the rocks, foam and spray blows up the cliff and over the cafe, but thankfully most people come to visit in the Spring, Summer and Autumn months when the weather is much calmer, and people can sit on the cliff top and admire the fantastic scenery and watch the sun reflect off the brilliant white chalk cliffs which have been cleaned by the winter storms over thousands of years.
The stretch of water North of the Lighthouse was named 'the graveyard' by the skippers and crew of sailing vessels which once they had lost the safety of Bridlington Bay, and without the aids of navigation and weather forecasting which we now take for granted, were at the mercy of the angry weather, Marine charts show hundreds of wrecks all within a few miles radius of Thornwick bay.
A great many people visit Thornwick Bay each year to enjoy wonderful cliff top walks observing the abundance of seabirds including Puffins, Guillemots and Kittiwakes etc.
Always you have the 'risk-takers' who will venture and walk the very narrow and crumbly ridge to get to the furthest point.
Do you spot this one?
Have a lovely day and thank you, as always, M, (*_*)
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Manipulations of my own photograph(s) combined with sampling and manipulations of my own previous abstract work using IfanView and Photoshop Elements.
I took this shot because I liked the contrast and light differences between the leaves and grey sky in this scene.
This pic shows the difference between this Anhinga's straight as a pin beak and that of a Cormorant, a very similar water bird. The Cormorant has blue eyes, too, and the Anhinga's are red.
This female was photographed at Reed Canal Park, and was in a very advanced stage of molting when I saw her. The poor thing looked as if a dog had gotten a hold of her wings! I researched it and found that when they molt, they lose all their feathers at one time, making it impossible for them to fly. It's a very vulnerable time for these birds, and they sure look funny while it's going on! I have other photos of her in my Reed Canal Park and Its Wildlife album, and will be posting a few more eventually, too.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
~ Robert Frost
“We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual. We are harmonious in the reality that we are all held to this earth by the same gravity. We don't share blood, but we share the air that keeps us alive. I will not blind myself and say that my black brother is not different from me. I will not blind myself and say that my brown sister is not different from me. But my black brother is he as much as I am me. But my brown sister is she as much as I am me.”
― C. JoyBell C.
What a difference over the years!
The first pic was taken 22 days after arriving in SL in March 2008.
The second pic was when I got my first (free) skin.
the third pic was quickly after because a female friend of mine said I couldn't have a body without npples so she bought me a better one, haha!
The third one I wore for a long time until mesh came around, number 4. The red curls were there first and have been with me for ages. It was only 2020 when I finally said goodbye to the flowing red curls and the head and got myself a mesh topping as well. (head and hair). And here we are now!
The rain was well-timed in that it passed overnight and once some minimal fog burned off it was another day of abundant sunshine. The radio was relatively quiet as I made my way across town and there didn't seem to be anything happening on the hill, nor at the south end of the yard. At the north end however, was 357 parked on the mainline for a crew change. Despite the all too common GEVO up front it was going in the right direction and I had some summer morning northbound shots in mind.
I've mentioned the trees taking over at the places I revisited but nothing compared to the forest that has sprung up at Van Dyne. Van Dyne had been the go-to place for elevated views where you could include the two mainlines, sometimes two trains, or nice sweeping panoramas looking east towards Lake Winnebago. Now I had to pick my spot and carefully time my shot according to gaps in the tree shadows. 357 is coming up the "SOO side" and the side track has been lifted. The "CNW side" is now Main 2 and obscured by the trees at left. July 21, 2024.
I have to admit in reality there's only one Krystallen building by Schmidt Hammer Lassen Architects, I've flipped this to create a gateway. In a difference to the previously uploaded photos where I've used this technique here I've introduced a few subtle differences to try and fool the viewer, see if you can spot them all.......
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Once upon a time, there was a little white stray cat who lived in a Bus Depot. Life was pretty tough for this little cat; food was scarce and to start with at least, it was hard to find somewhere warm and dry to sleep – especially during the long, cold wet winter nights. However, the cat had used some initiative, and had taken to crawling up into the engine bays of the big buses. It was a bit smelly, and his white fur often ended up black and greasy, but – well – beggars can’t be choosers, and he was (after all) a beggar!
And then sometime last year, Life suddenly took a turn for the better for the little cat. The kindly man who was the Yardman for the Depot started leaving a bowl of food and a bowl of water near the fuel pump... The cat couldn’t believe his luck, and before long, he was happy for the man to scratch his ears! – which was a big step forward for the cat, for this was his first experience of Human Kindness!
After six weeks or so of regular meals, the little white (and at times partly black!) cat took to sitting near the Depot door, looking longingly inside. He was dying to find out what was on the other side of the door, but to go inside was a potentially scary move. After all, he might end up being trapped in there with a lot of angry Humans. But finally, one afternoon just as a Driver entered the Depot building, the cat seized the moment, and raced through the rapidly closing door...
As it turned out, it was a bit of an anti-climax. The world never ended, nothing untoward happened, nobody shouted at him – and in fact nobody really took much notice of him at all. But there was an old couch near the foot of a stairwell, and that couch looked Comfortable... Within minutes, he was fast asleep, curled up in a tight little ball of fur. In the middle of his sleep, he thought he heard voices, even thought he might have been touched by more than one person, but he was just too tired to worry, and he slept on!
Late in the afternoon, he awoke with a start. Voices were indeed close by; what should he do? Opening one eye, he surveyed the scene. There was nothing alarming to be seen – in fact the scene that filled his eye took him by surprise: someone was placing a plate of food on the couch beside him, and someone else had already placed a fresh dish of... milk?!? Suddenly, someone else was scratching his ears, and in spite of his uncertainty, he had to turn his Purr Motor on; he’d never, ever been patted like this ever before...
And so a routine developed; the little cat would sneak into the ground floor of the building during the day, and he’d sleep outside during the night – but even that wasn’t too bad now because one of the Mechanics had built him a little house to sleep in. However, there was still something that puzzled this curious little feline: what was up those stairs???
One day – and now no-one is quite sure when that was – the cat took the plunge: he raced quickly up the stairs, had a quick look... and raced back down again. He’d survived...! And so he tried again the next day, and the next – each time getting a little bolder, each time staying at the top of the stairs for a little longer... until, early one cold Spring morning, he followed an important-looking man up the steps and through a door into a room filled with a warmth that the he’d never ever experienced before! He didn’t know it at the time, but he’d just walked into the Team Leader’s office, and there – over against the wall – was a nice warm “Thingee” glowing red hot and giving out warmth – lovely, lovely warmth!
The cat slunk into a corner of the room and tried to stay out of sight, but he watched with interest the many comings and goings. One thing especially struck him (Figuratively speaking!): everyone seemed so nice. No-one was yelling; no-one was angry... After a while, he slunk out of the room and raced back down the stairs, but he was quite pleased with himself; he’d discovered what was up the stairs, he’d liked what he’d seen, and he hadn’t been chased or hit... He’d certainly pay another visit the next day...!
And so the very next morning, the cat once again carefully entered the office – and there in front of the warm machine was what looked like a nice white fluffy bed – all nicely stretched out... and the man was calling him over to it... The cat decided that the risks weren’t that great now, so he succumbed to temptation, stretched out in front of the warm heat, and quickly fell fast asleep... Somewhere in the middle of his slumbers, he thought he heard a new voice suggest that he should be called "Diesel", but he wasn’t sure if the voice was for real, or whether it was a dream, so he slumbered onwards...
Which brings us forward to today...
Today, this little white stray has indeed been named “Diesel”, and he still mostly sleeps on the comfy sheepskin in front of the heater, but every now and again, he curls up on the desk behind the Team Leader’s computer (Above); it just saves people having to bend down to stroke him! And when the Team Leader leaves in the middle of the afternoon, Diesel quietly ambles into the Driver’s Room and makes himself at home in a nice big comfortable armchair – directly below the wall-mounted heat pump!
So Life for little Diesel has never been so good now; he knows he's loved, and he's feeling pretty good about himself. But - and here's where things took a totally unexpected turn - a busy Bus Depot now has a warm fuzzy atmosphere that it never had before, and it's only got this atmosphere because it's been lucky enough to have been adopted by a once homeless, nameless, grease-smeared little stray cat...!
What a difference a little bit of Love makes!
Pink Foot vs Greylag. Thought there was a vagrant Pink Foot in with the Greylags at College Lake and eventually he came close enough to be sure. 1st time I've seen one this far inland.
...the age difference between my grandma and Eli.
It was my gran's birthday today and I took Megan and Eli over to her flat for lunch. I think it is so wonderful for Megan and Eli to have a close relationship with their great-grandma, and I'm so pleased to be able to give my lovely gran so much pleasure by involving her in their lives.
Moving forward using all my breath
Making love to you was never second best
I saw the world thrashing all around your face
Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace
I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you
“Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things”
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Differences were meant by God not to divide but to enrich.”
- J.H. Oldham
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