View allAll Photos Tagged echo
amazon alexa echo
Credit www.quotecatalog.com with an active link required.
Images are free for usage on websites (even websites with ads) if you credit "source" with an active link to www.quotecatalog.com.
Hello! A bright spring ahead to my foreign friends☀ Well, it's the height of summer in the Philippines.,, and election fever is making it more hot here. To my Filipino friends,,, vote wisely!!!!
The very first person I spotted at the beach on Holy Week vacation... no less than Filipino actor and heartthrob Jericho Rosales aka Echo. He played the role of Philippine boxing hero Manny Pacquiao in a film. I was thinking I might not see him again.Gosh, I was still in the car, right across the street, and I immediately got out and asked permission if I could take a photo of him. He was originally seated... OMG, he posed for me!! He is the de facto Philippine ambassador of surfing. I shot him surfing, too -- my most popular blog post since Friday evening. I put a watermark because if somebody steals this at least my name is on it. LOL starstruck! Thanks, Echo!!
Wikipedia info: Echo started with a low yet dignified job. He persevered on giving his best to achieve success in life which made him a prominent personality now. Having grown-up in poverty, he learned to be simple until one day he was discovered.
To my dear friend Renate... thanks:)
I'm okay... sort-of busy that it's getting difficult for me to squeeze in flickering.
9 weeks old. Super busy all the time. Potty & crate training in progress. Both going reasonably well. Her "teething" is going strong.....her razor sharp puppy teeth need to be chomping down on something all the time.
Do you remember when they lived there?
It was filled with warmth and light
and music
and laughter.
It seemed that everyone loved them and
Oh! how they loved each other!
We all went to see them
and wished that we could be them.
Now there's nothing there
but dark and dusty echoes.
Jack of Diamonds
Echoes
Acte 5 Fini
I opened the small silk purse my sister had left and peered inside. Finding nothing but a pink note with handwriting… it stated:
“There is more than one way to skin a cat”
I chuckled before reading in on…
“Being too sleepy to put our jewels away, we rich birds left them about. We hope no burglar comes in to take them.
P.S. Do the redheads first. Her’s are the better ones. “
I grinned…
“The games still afoot.”
I waited another hour smoking the last of my cigar with yet another Irish whisky after finishing the one I had.
I finally rose from my chair, put out my cigar, then did a good stretch. It was time to “ice” the cake.
The house was all dark as I walked towards it. I went in through the patio doors and then made my way to the main entrance.
The only sound I heard was the rhythmic clicking of the grandfather clock in our foyer. It was 15 minutes past the hour, so I had 45 minutes before it chimed again, just in case the noise woke my victims.
I slipped into the den located to the right of the stairs. There I got a small pencil-sized torch that my father keeps there.
^^^^^^
I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs to get in character.
In my mind I replayed the “thief” at the Ball who spying on the costly broach my sister was innocently wearing on her sensual satin gown. Curious, I then moved in for a better look. That was when I spotted the valuable sparklers on her sexy friend’s wrist.
In my mind, I also played out dancing with pretty Cadie, who was naive to my true nature. I gleaned enough information from her by asking “innocent” questions to learn where the two of them(and their jewels) would be spending the night. Learning both were staying the evening G the same address. both together, both alone once I took care of the brother.
Being “arrested” was a ruse I set up with my lads to take any suspicion off me.
I had come across the brother as I snuck in through the woods. He sitting outside smoking a cigar, a glass of amber liquid at his elbow. Curiously there was a black silk clutch purse on the table.
I snuck up behind him and coshed him out cold with my blackjack. Then using the rope I always carried to subdue my victims if necessary, I tied him up securely and gagged him silent.
I picked up the purse and read a note that helpfully told me the girls for some reason were leaving their jewels out in case a burglary occurred?
^^^^^^
Which brought me to present, a thief at their stairs.
I now moved quietly as a mouse up those stairs.
Reaching to top landing I listened. Not a sound was coming from any of the bedrooms on this floor.
I thought about exchanging my blue silk shirt for the black turtleneck in my room but didn’t want to waste any more time.
The red-headed young girl was in the room directly in front of me, her friend(and the bracelet) was in the guest room next door. Both doors were ajar. No light was seen filtering out onto the wood floor of the hallway.
I carefully opened her bedroom door and peeked inside. I could see her lying on the bed under a peach-colored silk blanket, she was snoring happily away looking very pretty clad in chocolate-colored satin long-sleeved pjs.
Turning on my torch I carefully swept the room using the beam of light.
Immediately some gemstones blazed to life over on her vanity. I moved towards it, carefully watching the bed for signs of stirring.
Upon the vanity were piled her emerald/ diamond encrusted earrings and necklace.
I scooped them up and placed them into the purse I was still carrying. No sign of the rest, and though I could leave behind her real gemstone bracelet and rings, I was not leaving the room without her broach.
Standing in place I rescanned the room, at a much slower pace.
I noticed that the closet door was slightly ajar. A slip of her green satin gown had prevented it from closing properly.
Slinking over I opened it, hungrily examining the sleekly strikingly lovely thing. No broach.
But next to the gown was hanging the black satin robe she had been wearing. I frisked it, my heart began pounding as I felt something hard in the side pockets. Reaching in I pulled out the bracelet and two rings she had been wearing out.
I now had everything but her opulent broach.
I turned and leaving the closet door open walked back to the bed. I looked down upon the sleeping girl, her soft red hair splayed about the peach silk pillowcase.
Then my heart leaped. For underneath that pillow, I saw the end of the black satin sash that went with her robe.
Adrenaline racing throughout my body, I scooted down on my knees and began pulling it out.
Someone definitely was making the job difficult.
Feeling the ribbon catching the pillow from underneath, I slowly worked at it, keeping an eye upon the sleeping girl.
Finally, it all came out, plopping onto the rug. There it lay, her sparking diamond broach. The little snot had attached it to the satin sash and hidden it under her pillow.
With excited, trembling, fingers I held the broach while admiring its rich radiance. I looked over at the sleeping girl, still richly attired in satin. She was smiling, happily dreaming, and utterly clueless that a thief was stealing her jewels literally from underneath her sleeping nose.
I rose, my objectives met, blowing a kiss to my victim, I carefully snuck back out of her room, preparing to also rob the rich girl sleeping next door of her valuable jewels.
^^^^^^
I carefully moved to the open door of the guest room where I knew the second pretty bird sleeping in white satin would be found.
Reaching the room, I carefully opened the door a bit more, then slipped on inside.
I could hear the vivacious girl softly snoring on the bed located near the window. She had kept the shades open, the moonlight streaming in gave me ample light to see her white satin gown-covered figure lying out upon the bedsheets, her back to me, the long silken curls of her hair spilling over the side of the bed.
I turned on my thin torch, allowing its beam to scan along the bedsheets. Surprisingly they did shimmer, someone had put black satin sheets upon the guest room bed? My already aroused emotions churned exponentially as I observed the sexily stimulating pretty picture this all created. Just her jewels were missing from it to make it perfect.
I started to scan around the room at that point. On the old oak vanity in the corner, my beam captures the glitter of jewels. I walk over and see that her four rings are there. They are in an arrow pattern. I turn to where the arrow is pointing with my torch beam following.
There hanging between the wall and the large oak wardrobe is her sleek black satin gown and the matching jacket. From the jacket erupts the blazing diamonds that are set into her owl-shaped pin.
I turned back, scooping up her rings and plopping them all inside the now nicely weighty purse.
I then turned my beam back onto her gown and walked over thoroughly enjoying the dazzlingly flickering show her owl-shaped pin was putting on for me.
Reaching the corner I ran my fingers along the scintillating satiny material, then reaching the expensively jewelled pin, I put the torch in my mouth and using both hands opened the clasp and gently pulled it off its slick perch, then placed it inside the silk clutch purse with its sparkling mates.
With the torch back in my left hand, I continued to scan the room, drooling in my excitement to find the rest of her jewels, especially that lovely bracelet I had seen her wearing out that evening.
I searched around the room, my heart pounding so hard that I was sure Ginny, er my thief’s victim, sleeping on the bed, would hear it.
Stymied I finally cast my light on the white satin-clad figure laying on that bed. Her back was to me, so I walked around and as the beam from my torch touched her on the other side, I was almost blinded by the blazing jewels that it touched.
She had worn the rest of her diamonds to bed, earrings, necklace, and bracelet.
“You imp!” I thought smiling.
I dropped the purse and torch in my excitement, eagerly prepared to meet this last challenge.
I approached closer to the sleeping girl, looking quite lovely in her scintillating white satin nightgown and her diamonds, flirting with my thief’s desires as they glittered away.
How many times In long years past have burglars come into a lady's chambres to discover she was sleeping with her jewellery on to keep them safe? How many times were those valuables successfully lifted from their sleeping mistress? Well, this thief was about to find out.
^^^^^^^^^^^^
I watched her as she innocently slept, deciding how I was going to take the jewels without waking her.
She was sleeping on her side, long curled hair pooled around her. Only one long earring was visible, her necklace was lying out from her throat, shimmering upon the satin sheet. Her arm from which the diamond bracelet was wrapped around her wrist laid out just below her necklace.
The glamorous bracelet was glistening royally on the sleeping Girl’s wrist. As I looked down upon it I thought…
“And there’s the rub, the only piece of fake jewellery the either of girls had been wearing with all their real ones, appeared to be the most expensive of the lot.
I decided to start by slipping it from her wrist, then I would go for her necklace, leaving the trickily positioned diamond earrings for last.
I leaned over her lovely sleeping figure. Lifting her wrist I felt underneath for the clasp and delicately pressed it open. Then I began to carefully lift it off.
But, too late, as I pulled it up, I felt something tug. I realized it was a trap. Ginny had tied a thread to the bracelet and around her finger. She felt the tugging on the said finger, waking instantly.
The game had been afoot. But it wasn’t mine I realized as Ginny quickly reached up, grasping ahold of me, and pulled my body over onto the bed, then jumped on top of my figure.
As I lay pinned underneath her squirming gowned, hotly aroused(I might add), figure I heard her say
“I caught a thief haven’t I”
And the rest I will have to leave to the reader’s imagination, just make it a vivid one and you’ll have the picture.
Though Ginny did learn about the perils of sleeping with a jewel thief. Discovering that when she awoke in the morning the slippery scoundrel had absconded, taking all her precious diamonds with him. Including those she had slept with.
Fini
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glewstone_Court_Hotel
Wikipediahttps://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › H...Herefordshire
This is my entry to the Life Sized Accessory category of Space Jam 2019.
The Echo 3 is an item in Borderlands 3 that the Vault Hunter(playable character) always has with them. In the game, this device provides the HUD and menu system for the Vault Hunter, allowing them to keep track of their inventory, view their location on different maps, and document their missions.
The Echo device also has a slot to insert an Echo Cartridge, which the VH often finds scattered around the various worlds, containing valuable information on missions and characters.
I tried to replicate the Echo 3 as accurately as possible, and I think I did a good job. The only details I think I missed were the printed-on parts(like the Dahl logo) and the random bits of tape, which I have no way of producing in lego parts.
Reference images from here.
I hope you like it!
Echo Crater in Waimangu Volcanic Rift Valley, near Rotorua, New Zealand. Steam bubbled up in the shallows here, yet it was cool enough for water fowl further out. An amazing place.
The interactive installation 'Connect to someone else's world' by Georgie Pinn exhibit at the Art Science Museum during Mental : Colours of Wellbeing.
I saw this yesterday whilst helping a mate on a photoshoot. I tried a few images but it was not happening so went back today and got this. The image suggests to me many things - what do you think?
www.anthonydormanphotography.blogspot.com
www.facebook.com/pages/Anthony-Dorman-Photography/2159344...
© Anthony Dorman
amazon alexa echo
Credit www.quotecatalog.com with an active link required.
Images are free for usage on websites (even websites with ads) if you credit "source" with an active link to www.quotecatalog.com.
Eagle Scout Ay Young performs during the 2023 National Scout Jamboree at The Summit Bechtel Reserve in Mount Hope, West Virginia. (BSA Photo by Leo He)
**********Beginning of Shooting Data Section**********
20230726-21-20-58--LH date - 7/26/23 time - 21:20:58
"Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me..."
Pink Floyd - Echoes
An echo to another "echo" (the original danish design"
Through the windows of an old deserted hotel in S'Chanf, Engadine, Switzerland The trees in the white part are actually showing through the window of the other side of the hotel... I wanted to get a picture of them but this was the best view of them I could find.
The subject of the video is some canned tomatoes I was cooking to put on spaghetti. The reverb effect was done with Cubase, and the video was shot with a Nikon D7000.
- Josh
Statue of king Leonidas in Sparta, Greece - Love the limestone-marble like color of the Helmet's ridge, although it's made of bronze . Not mine/taken by me . The author is someone named 'TPopova' .
Jack of Diamonds
Echoes
Acte 1
It was during a warm August that for two weeks my 17-year-old twin sister and I house-sat while our parents were off galivanting in Italy and France.
Our neighbor, and mutual childhood friend Ginny spent those weekends with us.
That first weekend Cadie and Ginny were invited to attend a Friday evening, very formal, affair with a classmate (Lily ) and her wealthy parents.
The girls had tried to have me added, but the excuse was that since Lily’s two (muscular) rugby-playing male cousins were also going as escorts for Cadie and Ginny, I would have been the odd man out. And for Lily’s snooty parents, that just would never do.
Though the two girls felt bad about me staying home alone, this was too exciting of an experience to miss out on. So I accepted my missing out without demure, agreeing that they should, by all means, go, despite the elephant looming in the room.
Said elephant being that Lily was attending the affair without a gentleman's escort. Three girls to Two lads, the math just did not add up in Lily’s parent's world.
My Sister and Ginny got themselves all royally dolled up for the evening, both looking far too radiant for me not to be going out with them and soaking up their attractive, almost magnetic, allure.
Cadie had slipped into her really beautiful ultra soft, slickly shiny, high scoop-necked gown of emerald green
A hugging bodice affair, with a tight fitted pleated waistline from which spilled down the skirt in a most pleasing swishy fashion. Her long silken red hair was down, falling fluidly over her shoulders and along her back.
She was wearing out Mum’s good emeralds that evening.
A v-shaped necklace of seven oval emeralds, each green stone surrounded by round white diamonds. The rest of the matching set was made up of long non pierced three emerald/diamond stone hanging earrings, a wide cuff style bracelet, and two rings( one on each index finger). She had also pinned a magnificent round broach teamed with small dangling diamonds onto the centre of the waist of her vibrant gown, which completed the glittery display.
Ginny was also far too pretty, being elegantly encased in a slithering long black spaghetti strap silk affair with a modest v-neckline, and a long slit in the skirt. It was a new gown, and the rich sheen of it trapped and cruelly held my lustful attention.
Her more modern jewellery consisted of a necklace containing a row of matching round diamonds, and, like Cadie’s, her long curled auburn hair was down, through which hung her matching 5 diamond drop, pierced hook earrings which were titillatingly swaying in and out of her curled locks of hair.
Ginny had also borrowed my sister's rhinestone bracelet.
The decadent bracelet is something special, a real cracker which the word dazzling would be a major understatement.
The attractive piece is a 13-centimeter, five-strand diamond sparkler. The two outer strands were set with stones about 1 1/2 carats in size. The middle strand was set with 3-carat pear-shaped rhinestones. My sister bought it online at a site called Windsor Royal.
And it looked like something royalty would wear, granted theirs would be real and worth a cool million if not more.
Finishing the ultra-dazzling effect, Ginny had slipped on four real diamond rings, two glittering stunners placed on two long painted nail fingers per hand.
Sis took no wrap, whereas Ginny was richly wearing a black 3/4 sleeve satin jacket.
On the right side of the shiny jacket, in even line with her necklace, was pinned an owl-shaped diamond-filled pin.
For the evening, Cadie had “borrowed” father’s classic Triumph Spitfire to drive to the affair, which was being held at the poshly Glewstone Court in Herefordshire.
(Link below)
^^^^^^^^
After seeing the pair off, I puttered around a bit to keep my mind off things. Then becoming bored, I went into the family room to watch an old black and white noir movie titled “Chase a Crooked Shadow”, which I could not get into, my brain still buzzing over my being home instead of out with my girls.
After the movie, I went to my room and picked up the novel I had started, “The Day of the Jackel”.
I went down to the cellar and selected a bottle of wine. Going back upstairs to the kitchen I placed it inside a filled ice bucket.
Then going into my father’s study I took out a bottle of Irish whiskey from his liquor cabinet along with a glass, and several cigars.
I took the lot, along with two wine glasses, out onto the pagoda in Mum’s gardens and set it all out on the table.
Going back inside I changed into black nylon running pants and a black turtleneck, then turning on the radio that played out on the speakers in the pagoda, I found a station with music I could tolerate, and went back outside.
Taking ice from the container holding the chilled wine, I placed it in my glass and poured a measure of the Irish into it. Then putting a lit match to one of the cigars, I settled into thoughtful contemplation as I looked around my surroundings, watching as the cigar smoke lazily drifted off.
Our parent's house is set on the edge of an estate, one and a quarter hectares in size, surrounded on three sides by ancient woodlands. Half the lot is taken up by a hedged garden. In the back of the gardens, 1/2 of a kilometer through the woods, lies the old unused cemetery that has always been treated as Cadie’s, Ginny’s, and myself’s (plus other friends), personal playground.
That last thought opened a train of others, leading back to my disheartenment over not being invited to attend this evening's reception.
Sighing as I pictured the gorgeously clad girls dancing with Lily’s cousins at the affair, I opened my book and tried losing my miserable self in it.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It was nearly three long hours later, minutes before one o’clock, before I heard the welcoming sounds of the spitfire’s engine roaring down our road and turning into our driveway.
I put my book and cigar down, pulled out the chilled wine bottle, and filled the two waiting wine glasses. Then poured myself another measure of whisky and settled back to watch the long-awaited show I knew the returning girls would put on.
I was not disappointed.
The happy pair soon came through the open patio doors, both mesmerizing in the sexy fluidly slinky gowns and the titillating sparkling jewels, they were both wearing with appealing glamour.
I could only imagine the stir these two had to have caused at the party.
They soon spotted me and approached the pagoda. I met them as they came swishing up the pagoda stairs and helped seat them, my hand lingering for a few delicious seconds on Ginny’s ultra-soft satin jacket-covered shoulder as I did so.
I sat, watched, and listened as the bewitchingly attired pair recounted their evening’s adventures. The two of them talking at the same time, sometimes even about the same thing.
Then finally there was a lull as they simultaneously drank more wine.
Gulping down wine, Cadie, taking a deep breath, grabbed my hand so hard her rings were digging into my flesh.
I looked at her excited face over the rim of my whiskey glass, the emeralds she had “borrowed “ from Mum flicking their posh fire. In her rush to blurt it out, She stumbled over her words…
“O…Oui Lad, They arrested a thief at the party tonight !”
Before I could say anything about that edgy remark, Ginny piped in…
“A police constable and a detective approached this gentleman at the bar and took him away in handcuffs. Don’t know why, the poor sod. Cadie is convinced he is a thief. ”
Cadie looked at Ginny, then me, with wide mascara-painted eyes…
“But he had to have been a thief don’t you see…. They wouldn’t take a man away in cuffs for just any reason. And with all of us there wearing out valuable jewels, it just stands to reason that’s why he was there in the first place. They just caught him before he probably could do any further mischief. We’ll have to ask Father when he returns.”
Our father is a local police super when he’s not vacationing.
My sister with exuberance, continued…
“And I actually had a dance with him before all that. He also knew what type of car I was driving, very suspicious”
Finally given the time to answer, I looked at her.
“If he was a thief, What was he stealing then, anything turns up missing?”
Cadie looked at us both.
“Not that we know of, but I tell you he was too suave not to be a blackguard, a jewel thief maybe even?”
Ginny gently nudged her
“Don’t sound so disappointed luv.”
Ginny catching me in the act of studying over the two of them, giggled…
Don’t worry my luv, we took inventory after they carted him off. All jewelry, wallets, and purses were present and accounted for, though I think Cadie here was disappointed by that fact. ”
Cadie chirped in defending her concerns.
“And we weren’t the only ones, looking ourselves over, and I’m not disappointed.”
Then she added with a sigh of disappointment …
“Though I suppose he was not a real thief, only did something mundane like account fraud.”
I rose to say…
“Late parking tickets I would assume. You know how the authorities love to overreact over misdemeanors. Now ladies, please excuse me, I need to use the loo.”
They both looked at me smiling as I left. I smiled back, my mind working full time as I allowed a final glance at their pleasant sleekly gown-covered figures, exquisitely jeweled and possibly even a little more susceptibility and vulnerable now that they were drinking wine.
For their chatter about possibly meeting a real thief echoing in my head had placed my thoughts in that direction.
By the time I made it back inside I had decided that the two of them had been tempting fate at the party by wearing out those jewels. So even though they may have escaped one possible thief, it would be interesting to see what happens if they met another.
To be continued
Link to the party venue
1898.
This photograph depicts a southwest view of the Echo Mountain House. It was a huge white hotel with a veranda encompassing a sweeping panorama of the mountain and the valley below. The area also included the original Echo Mountain House ("the Chalet"), a dormitory, a powerhouse, a museum, an observatory (at right) and a search light. The entire Echo Mountain complex became known as the "White City" or the "City on the Mount." Completed in 1894, the Echo Mountain House burned to the ground in 1900.