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Shizandra gets 3/4 cup of Blue Buffalo kibble and either some fish or raw hamburger in her food. She doesn't leave a crumb ever, she loves her food.
Yup, another big, empty room. "The rockingest songs, the emptiest venues" phrase was invented by Justin here in Baltimore.
Henry, with a very...
Daily Dog Challenge 1590. "Empty"
, sadly...
Our Daily Challenge - Mar 7, 2016 - "Unfilled"
... Cookie Jar.
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The deserted westbound carriageway of Chang'an Avenue outside China World Trade Center. This Beijing's most important street, and traffic is normally nose-to-tail here.
This week, 43 Africa heads of state will be in Beijing for this series of meetings. In order to welcome them, the roads have been festooned with posters, lanterns and lighting, but not with cars and taxis (which have been banned from certain roads). In addition, factories and building sites have been closed down for a few days, resulting in less pollution and therefore great conditions for photography!
Not much left in the lower level of GR Tower, but at one time this area was filled with linkages, cranks, pipes, and other mechanical wonders. There probably wasn't much room to walk down here, and lots to keep greased!
Haley Creef poses with her graduation cap near the fountain. She was getting grad photos taken by Allie Link. Creef said ECU is such a special place and I'm so thankful for my time here. (ECU Photo by Cliff Hollis)
I just realized (yeah, I'm a bit slow) that this doesn't really scream "Head for the Hills," which is, of course, the whole premise of the contest. Um, my excuse is that this must be in the backyard of some house in the boonies.
There's a house on my block
That's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
Long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
With the windows all cracked
And everyone call it
The house, the house where
Nobody lives
Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?
Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
Where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
Come back to the
House were nobody lives
Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do someone wrong?
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives.
" House where nobody lives " by Tom Waits
For listening ... www.goear.com/listen.php?v=10ccf72
Holodeck?
What does it mean?
In my dream
I saw a man (me?)
without head
in a circle.
I heard a voice:
The only way to enter...
HKD
It is a weapon-based martial art associated with the Punjab region. It has also traditionally been practiced by other ethno-cultural groups in India and Pakistan. The word gatka properly refers to the wooden sticks which were used for sparring. While it is primarily an armed fighting style, gatka also incorporates pehlwani as part of its empty-handed training component.
Anandpur Sahib, Punjab
Sillas vacías en la playa de otoño
conversan con los ausentes.
Acogen fantasmas que no vimos
heridas de soledad.
an empty empty Moreton Bay Bug shell left amongst the rocks. No doubt thrown there by a human predator.
I'd come very close to ending it all. Very close indeed. Not my life of course, but this whole exploring caper. For some reason, over a few hundred miles, and a few sites, I had turned into one of the worst explorers, not just in Britain, but world wide world. Site after site had seen a man, resembling a fat member of the Proclaimers, leaving, empty handed, camera still in the bag. Why waste the battery?
The catalogue of my ineptitude shocked me. Struggling to climb over a fence using a stile, difficulty in stepping through a hole in a fence that was big enough for a small family car to drive through, and, at one place a ghastly and horrific failure that resulted in approximately 9 sheets of Herras fencing crashing to the ground, creating a noise that much of Southern Britain would have heard.
The Cinderella Shoe Works, Worcester provided a faint glimmer of hope. Maybe this last shot, this final opportunity to redeem myself would do it. Catapult me back into the elite, restore the name Boxfrenzy back to the dizzying heights of explorers who do proper things. The view from the outside looked promising.
It was built in 1914 by JE Willis - his name carved on the grand frontage on Watery lane, Worcester. Worcester, renowned for its gloves and footwear was the place to get this sort of stuff from.
Would it be like this today? Would the factory be a wonderful time capsule to a bygone age, when Britain was Great, and the clank of machines, and the whir of drive belts provided the backdrop for a great industrial nation? Of course it wouldn't.
This was a dreadful blow. At this point I considered leaving instantly and taking up embroidery. This was not a good place. My kids would have been bored here. Surely there must be some tiny details, a reminder, a whisper from the past. I looked harder.
And saw some lino.
Oh dear. Should I take a close up of some peeling paint? Couple of light switches? Oh dear. Maybe stick to a couple of doors and windows before returning to the car, weeping.
I think that this is possibly the only place I have visited in the 250+ sites I have checked out that I have not found even one shoe. That kind of made it worse.