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Hace casi dos años, cuando empezaron los bombardeos del ejercito israelí contra Gaza, me hice esta fotografía y la puse aquí, en Flickr. Muchos recordaréis los problemas que tuve, pues me la robaron desde un Flickr de la Comunidad Judía de Murcia, y la utilizaron como imagen "antisemita".
Después de días de conversaciones con ellos, y haciendoles razonar de que repudiaba cualquier tipo de muerte, ya fuese judía o palestina, y que sólo me postulaba de una parte, dentro de mi ignorancia, desde el mayor de los respetos hacia la raza humana; retiraron esta imagen, y me pidieron disculpas en nombre de la Comunidad Judía española.
Hoy, vuelvo a sacarla a la palestra, con un monocromo, un negro que empaña la absurda "hazaña", a mi entender, del ejército y el ministerio de defensa judío. El asalto con las consecuentes muertes al barco de ayuda humanitaria que se dirigía a Gaza es intolerable, y un asesinato contra la humanidad.
Esta vez no habían integristas escondido en hospitales, como excusa, esta vez han declarado la guerra al Mundo, pero a nuestros dirigentes, les falta valor para toser al imperio judío.
Descansen en paz esas víctimas ...
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Almost two years ago when they started the bombing of the Israeli army against Gaza, I made this picture and put it here on Flickr. Many will remember the problems I had, because I stole it from Flickr of the Jewish Community of Murcia, and used as image "anti-Semitic."
After days of talks with them and making them think he repudiated any death, whether Jewish or Palestinian, and I postulated that only a part, in my ignorance, from the greatest of respect towards the human race; withdrew this picture, and I apologized on behalf of the Spanish Jewish community.
Today, I return to bring it to the fore, with a monochrome, a black blur the absurd "exploit", in my opinion, the army and the defense ministry Jew. The assault with the consequent deaths of humanitarian aid ship bound for Gaza is intolerable, and murder against humanity.
This time there were fundamentalists hiding in hospitals, as an excuse, this time they have declared war on the world, but our leaders lack the courage to cough Jewish empire.
Those victims rest in peace ...
© Manuel Orero
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Cattle egrets exploit drier and open habitats more than other heron species. They often accompany cattle or other large mammals, catching insect and small vertebrate prey disturbed by these animals.
This species maintains a special relationship with cattle, which extends to other large grazing mammals; wider human farming is believed to be a major cause of their suddenly expanded range.
"Climb the stairs"
Solliès-Pont (Var)
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Dans le bois de Boulogne. Le contraste m’a frappé entre la beauté poétique face à moi et ce symbole du libéralisme pur et sans âme en toile de fond.
VT643 exploité par la DB, prêt au départ en gare de Wissembourg, pour assurer le train n° 81420 pour Neustadt Weinstrasse Hbf.
- Gare de Wissembourg, le 1er mai 2024 -
Exploitant : Transdev TVO
Réseau : R'Bus (Argenteuil)
Ligne : 7
Lieu : Île-de-France (Argenteuil, F-95)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/35158
Exploiting the food in our kitchen.
Lighting: Lit with a YN560-III in a 24 inch soft box at camera left, and another YN560-III in an 8.6 inch Lastolite soft box at camera right. The lights were to the side and slightly pointed towards the center. I wanted side lighting for the shadows that define shapes and textures. The strobes, in manual mode, were adjusted until I got the look I wanted. I converted the image to black and white using Nik Software's Silver Efex Pro 2.
Other black and white images that I've attempted can be seen in my Black And White Album.
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Other still life images that I've attempted are in my Still Life album. www.flickr.com/photos/9422878@N08/sets/72157635247182331/
Together we’re building a new identity ecosystem, a globally recognized universal biometric ID blockchain system. It will be a biometric smartchip ID that will be tracked worldwide by AI to solve the 17 sustainable development goals.
The Mark of the Beast is a Certification Mark of authentication (the new global standard), affirming that all who are involved with this new global biometric digital ID blockchain are compliant with the core principles of the 17 Sustainable Development goals, which have been adopted by all the United Nations Member States. No one will be able to buy or sell or do anything in society without this Certification Mark. This Mark will now become mandatory for all. Without it, you will be arrested.
Through the means of a microchip implant we will be able to eradicate human trafficking (we cause the crisis, and then we offer you the solution). Every kind of supposed virtuous cause will be exploited to promote the 666 Beastchip. Climate change…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. Refugees…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. Human rights…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. Fight poverty…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. For the sake of equality, inclusiveness, and sustainability…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah.
www.accenture.com/us-en/services/blockchain/digital-identity
06/04/08
Hm. Day 100.
Not sure where time has gone.
At the same time....I was all excited about making it 100 days (gracefully or not) and a lovely co-worker was kind enough to point out
"You're not even one-third of the way."
Hmmph. Aaaaaannnd now I'm making my pensive face.
Bah. I'm still here, so apparently, I'm stayin'.
P.S. Alternate here. ................and this one HAS candid bra straps. Dammit, now I'm like, all super conscious of them!!!!!!!
"The prettiest for Madame"
SCOOTER MANURHIN - RETRO PASSION 2018 - Chevigny St Sauveur (COTE D'OR)
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Balades tout autour de Port-Vendres, chemins de randonnée, sentier du littoral, sentier d'exploitation des vignes ou simplement buissons et fleurs des jardins méditerranéens... avec les chaussures adéquates et même si le terrain est un peu pentu quelque fois, cela en vaut la peine!
Immortelle commune, ou Helichrysum stoechas
Quelques mots sur ces vertus médicinales: ... en fait elle pâtit de sa comparaison avec sa cousine italienne plus performante! toutefois elle possède aussi des pouvoirs cicatrisants ou veinotoniques et elle peut être un bon soutien pour les soins des hématomes ou des plaies. Mais attention à ne pas la cueillir sans scrupule... c'est une espèce protégée!
Une proposition de blog à consulter:
"Flowered with geraniums"
Barr (Bas-Rhin)
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The LJ-937, also named Wormhole explorer, was the first exploration ship built to exploit a gravity well generator to travel trough space. It was able to fold the universe and dig a hole from one place to another, hence decreasing greatly the travel time needed.
It's mission was to travel to unexplored planets and scan them to detect life form or exploitable resources.
There was a theory that linked the Octan corporation to the development of the LJ-937 and took advantage of the mission's finding to get their hands on usefull resources. Since the research on the gravity well generator and the funding of the missions were done using public funds, some people started to ask for the space police to investigate. Hark Mamil, the famous opposant to the Octan Corporation, officially complained to the authorities and a trial was planned. He disappeared two days before the chosen date...
"Free Entrance"
Abbaye Saint-Pierre de Baume-les-Messieurs (Jura)
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Ville: Grasse
Réseau: Sillages
Exploitant: Moventis Pays de Grasse
Numéro de parc: 14002
Ligne: Centifolia
Cincinnati (/ˌsɪnsɪˈnæti/ SIN-sih-NAT-ee) is a major city in the U.S. state of Ohio and is the government seat of Hamilton County. Settled in 1788, the city is located at the northern side of the confluence of the Licking and Ohio rivers. The city drives the Cincinnati–Middletown–Wilmington combined statistical area, which had a population of 2,172,191 in the 2010 census making it Ohio's largest metropolitan area. With a population of 301,301, Cincinnati is the third-largest city in Ohio and 65th in the United States. Its metropolitan area is the fastest growing economic power in the Midwestern United States based on increase of economic output and it is the 28th-biggest metropolitan statistical area in the U.S. Cincinnati is also within a half day's drive of sixty percent of the United States populace.
In the nineteenth century, Cincinnati was an American boomtown in the heart of the country. Throughout much of the 19th century, it was listed among the top 10 U.S. cities by population, surpassed only by New Orleans and the older, established settlements of the United States eastern seaboard, as well as being the sixth-biggest city for a period spanning 1840 until 1860. As Cincinnati was the first city founded after the American Revolution, as well as the first major inland city in the country, it is regarded as the first purely "American" city.
Cincinnati developed with fewer immigrants and less influence from Europe than east coast cities in the same period. However, it received a significant number of German immigrants, who founded many of the city's cultural institutions. By the end of the 19th century, with the shift from steamboats to railroads drawing off freight shipping, trade patterns had altered and Cincinnati's growth slowed considerably. The city was surpassed in population by other inland cities, particularly Chicago, which developed based on strong commodity exploitation, economics, and the railroads, and St. Louis, which for decades after the Civil War served as the gateway to westward migration.
Cincinnati is home to three major sports teams: the Cincinnati Reds of Major League Baseball; the Cincinnati Bengals of the National Football League; and FC Cincinnati, currently playing in the second division United Soccer League but moving to Major League Soccer (Division 1) in 2019. The city's largest institution of higher education, the University of Cincinnati, was founded in 1819 as a municipal college and is now ranked as one of the 50 largest in the United States. Cincinnati is home to historic architecture with many structures in the urban core having remained intact for 200 years. In the late 1800s, Cincinnati was commonly referred to as the "Paris of America", due mainly to such ambitious architectural projects as the Music Hall, Cincinnatian Hotel, and Shillito Department Store. Cincinnati is the birthplace of William Howard Taft, the 27th President of the United States.
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Imperial Refinery on Morak -
Operation Courier
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Operation Courier, an operation that was approved by Admiral Wilhuff Tarkin which set up multiple resource exploitation bases on the planet of Morak as to harvest the natural resources on the planet for the Empire.
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in 17 BBY the garrison of Morak increased double what it originally was, due to multiple rebel terrorist attacks occurring on and around the planet and its mining facilities.
Exploitant : STIVO
Réseau : STIVO
Ligne : 56
Lieu : Gare de Pontoise – Canrobert (Pontoise, F-95)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/id/16314
Ville: Nice
Réseau: Lignes d'Azur
Exploitant: Régie Ligne d'Azur
Numéro de parc: 610
Ligne: 57 Riquier-Saint Sylvestre
An old abandoned house with its' side fallen out. This is on an island that was resettled in the 1960's. It reminded me of a little girls doll house.
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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Utilisation de CirclePack (Stephenson) en vue d'exploiter le résultat pour obtenir une spirale de Doyle. La génération des cercles laisse demeurer un trou.
Stick Grasshopper (family Proscopiidae). Looking much like a typical walking stick (Phasmida), these grasshoppers exploit a similar defense strategy but with the added bonus that they can jump away from a predator if needed. Sumaco Napo-Galeras National Park, Ecuador.
Asian elephants and their mahouts (elephant trainer/caregiver) on the Mekong River in Laos. It has been estimated that the country had well over a hundred thousand elephants over a century ago. In fact, the old name for Laos was "Lan Xang," meaning "land of a million elephants." The country's previous flag had a three headed white elephant on it (a traditional symbol of strength and unity in Lao culture). Today, due to poaching and habitat loss, the elephant population numbers less than a thousand. Conservation work is being undertaken by the WWF (World Wildlife Fund) as well as independent elephant sanctuaries such as this one. Ironically enough, there is a fundamental disagreement between the WWF and these elephant sanctuaries in their approach to conservation. WWF accuses these sanctuaries of exploiting elephants for tourism purposes, while the sanctuaries feel that putting elephants in a protected area is impractical and ultimately a losing battle as poaching and habitat loss continues to take their toll on the population.
The snow clings to the trees. The white sets off the colors of fall leaves and the bark on the tree trunks.
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Les dernières années d'exploitation, le trafic était faible sur les lignes du sud de l'Ardèche. En 1987, le 66147, sans wagons ce jour là, stationne dans une gare de la section Vogüé - Grospierre. Il s'agit vraisemblablement de Ruoms-Vallon qui fût reliée à Vallon-Pont d'Arc par une ligne à voie métrique éphémère des tramways de l'Ardèche. (scan diapo)
Photo : Laurent MANOHA
"Vietnamese"
Hué (Vietnam)
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Véhicule : Irisbus Iveco Citelis 18 4p ;
Numéro de parc : 2021 ;
Immatriculation : 787 AKC 69 puis AT-080-CN (69) ;
Numéro de châssis : VNEPU09D100300664 ;
Mise en circulation : 10 mars 2006 ;
Activité : Navette des pistes de l'aéroport ;
Exploitant : Albanais Voyages ;
Ex-TCL (Lyon/69).
Stationné au bord des pistes de l'aéroport de Chambéry, le 15 février 2022.
Playing with textures, I like how the textures totally transform the look of the image. I like this one....what does everyone else think.
Textures By Lenabem-Anna.
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Chevrolet Bel Air 1954
Chevigny St Sauveur (France - Bourgogne - Côte d'Or)
Album "Rétro Passion 2016" : www.flickr.com/photos/pat21/albums/72157672555966622
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The Exploited performing live at The Rock
Copenhagen, Denmark; April 24, 2011
Camera model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Lens: Canon EF 70-200L f/2.8 IS USM
Aperture: f /2.8
Focal length: 2000 mm
Shutter speed: 1/50 sec.
ISO 6400
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Some little while ago a Flickr friend, Oliver Lane, asked if I would look at a ship he had served in.
Naturally I did and I have produced my interpretation of Oliver's ship, HMS Exploit.
With the UFA Invasion underway, dozens of Eurasian bunkers had been raided and decimated. One base in particular, though, had an increased amount of activity. Curious of this, the UFA sent pathfinders to find out what significance this commotion was. Upon entering the facility unnoticed, a couple of rebel leaders were being tortured, and soon after one of them was executed for noncompliance. The pathfinders were shocked at this discovery, since the rebels and Eurasians shared similar goals. What was really going on? The pathfinders became unaware of their movements, and alerted the guards of their position. Communication to UFA headquarters were soon disrupted, and the secret of this seeming betrayal died after the bombing of this facility soon after.
Very fun to get back into the swing of things, and to continue this storyline for the World In Darkness group from Everette. Made this quick scene in one night since I've been busy with music and schoolwork. I had two sets of lighting, and couldn't only post one of them, so you'll get both :))
"Oh! dreadful is the check - intense the agony
When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again;
The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain."
(Emily Bronte - English Author, 1818-1848)
Anand, our icon model since our first catalogue, is wrapped in a silk scarf made with a hand embroidery.
This artcraft is done by ladies involved in several workshops that we have settled with GURIA, a Human Rights organisation fighting against the sexual exploitation of women and children, particularly those forced into prostitution and trafficking.
Each scarf is unique and made in sarees provided by many women in Benaras who take this opportunity to get rid of pieces that they brought in order to celebrate happy moments, festivals or parties.
Those accessories carry traces of happiness in their yarns...
RED HALO is a collection of household linen based in Benaras (Varanasi - India) providing work to people who were living with difficulties and education to children.
(Scarf style "Kingdom" - 100% silk - Collection RED HALO)
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Anand accepted to show his body knowing that the series of pictures will be decent as usual.
He also did it for the purpose of this brotherhood and happiness chain as this is a way to catch the attention on this fight for Human Rights and human dignity.
Thank you to all of you who gave such a positive response to this campaign.
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