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Wild animal. Small maybe but very brave. A bit like the African honeybadger. Takes down adult moose sometimes. They have the guts to steal from bears, even polar bears. They also have ridiculously huge home ranges, up to 600 sq km. Shot from a hide in Era Eero, Finland.
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DRAGON:
Skin: cStar Limited - Jordan 3 - Bourbon - B Cup
Hair: .Olive. - the Anya - Tasty Pastel - Pink
Eyes: .ID. - June Gift - Galaxy Eyes
Lashes: .ploom. - Lashes 1
Eye Liner: cStar Limited - Cat Liner - 008 - Jester Cat
Necklace and Bracelet Set: *MM* - Yummy Charm Jewelry Set
Chest Piercing: Cute Poison - Asset Piercing
Corset: Schadenfreude - Cupcake Gluttony Corsets - Rigged Version - Pink
Lingerie: Schadenfreude - White Cupcake Gluttony Set
Nails: Slink - Avatar Enhancement Fingernails WITH [Atooly] Slink Avatar Enhancement FingerNail HUD Cupcake Set
Ring: Schadenfreude - Dark Chocolate Bonbon Ring
Pose: Apple Spice - Fashion Pose 005
BOO:
Skin: Essences - Clover 01 *Light Rose* Blonde
Hair: [AUX] Hair - Cutie Pie - Bleach
Eyes: IKON - Ardent Eyes - Bone
Lashes: *REDGRAVE* - Eyelashes -06-
Lips: Essences - Pastel Lip Balm 02
Corset: Schadenfreude - Cupcake Gluttony Corsets - Rigged Version - Blue
Lingerie: Schadenfreude - Blue Cupcake Gluttony Set
Hands: Slink - Relaxed Hands
Pose: Kuso - P0181 Standing
FALSE:
Skin: Essences - Whisper Goth Sunkissed *Brunette*
Hair: [e] - Return - Brown 04
Eyes: [V] - Mirage Eyes- Brown
Corset: Schadenfreude - Sushi Gluttony Corsets - Rigged Version - Green
Lingerie: Schadenfreude - Green Sushi Gluttony Set
Pose: Kuso - P0753 - Sitting (Ground)
SKYLER:
Skin: Essences - *CHO Skin* ~ Light Rose~ Brunette
Hair: >TRUTH< - Rashida - Night
Eyes: .ID. - June Gift - Galaxy Eyes
Earrings: Schadenfreude - Ebi Sushi Earrings
Glasses: +DV8+ - Bebe Sunglasses
Piercing: HV - The Minimalist - Metals
Corset: Schadenfreude - Sushi Gluttony Corsets - Rigged Version - Red
Lingerie: Schadenfreude - Black Sushi Gluttony Set
Nails: Slink - Avatar Enhancement Fingernails WITH A:S:S - SLINK Avatar Enhancement Nail Appliers - Black Drama
Bracelets: Schadenfreude - Hosomaki Sushi Bracelets
Ring: Schadenfreude - Tekka Maki Sushi Ring
Pose: Pose 1 From Prop
Pose Prop - GLITTERATI - Shoe addict
Shoes: *DD* Allo Checkered Platforms (dark teal)
*DD* Allo Cherry Platforms (light pink & teal)
*DD* Allo Striped Platforms (light yellow)
*DD* Allo Bubblegum Platforms
*DD* Allo Cherry Platforms (dark red & black)
*DD* Allo Solids Platforms (dark green)
I saw this vehicle parked front and center at my local Chevy dealer as I was driving home. It is a 2009 Hummer H3. I assume someone traded it in. The combined gas mileage for it is 16mpg. I took a few shots of it and chose this one because of the reflection of the blue sky and trees in the grille. Taken with a Canon S3IS near Monticello, NY. Type L for a better view.
Our Daily Challenge - Seven Deadly Sins (Gluttony) - 5/9/11
Misericord supporter: Beverley Minster.
A WILY WARNING: The poems attached to images in this set are based on the mediaeval French romances of Reynard the Fox. As mediaeval people had a much more bawdy approach to life than we do, some people may find the content of the poems rather offensive. They contain swearing, sex, sacrilege, violence, and sometimes a combination of all four. Sorry.
REYNARD AND THE DYER
Hear ye Noble’s proclamation:
“Be it known throughout the nation
That Reynard’s wiles are beyond reason;
He hath committed highest treason,
For that fox has tried to knock
The royal block off with a rock!
Catch the brute; chop off his head!
We shall not rest until he’s dead!”
Chorus:
Reynard, Reynard, dressed in yellow,
Really looks a dapper fellow,
For he is yellower than a cheetah
From the plains of Tanganyika!
Yellow, yellow, dressed in yellow,
“Where is Reynard?” the creatures bellow.
No colouration’s more exotic,
And poor King Noble’s gone neurotic!
“Oh cripes!” says Reynard, “Must I live
Like a wretched fugitive,
Sought after by a thousand eyes?
O! Would that I had some disguise
To make me look less like Reynard!
If I were spotted, like a ‘pard,
Or wore a mane like our good King -
I could escape from anything!
And now Reynard is feeling famished;
“‘Tis cruel hard, thus to be banished!”
And to the town he goes to steal
Himself a decent, wholesome meal.
Off to the dyer’s house he scurries;
Reynard grins and says, “No worries!
The dyer’s well known for a glutton;
I’ll hop inside and steal his mutton!”
Through the window Reynard leaps
While the dyer snores and sleeps;
The little mice watch Reynard fly
Into a vat of yellow dye.
He scrabbles hard and swims around,
Drenched to the bone and almost drowned;
The dyer with a yawn awakes,
“What’s all this noise, for goodness sakes!”
“A yellow creature’s in the vat!”
Cries the dyer, “Well ! Fancy that!
Today, it seems, I am a winner,
For I shall have it for my dinner!”
But Reynard grins; he says, “Oh no!
For I’m a dyer too, you know!
This dye was rather poorly mixed,
But two more laps and the problem’s fixed!”
Then Reynard gave a happy shout,
“Well, come on dyer, pull me out!
Hurry up, you slothful fellow!”
And he hauls out the creature yellow.
It shakes itself, with utmost grace,
Aims a fart at the dyer’s face,
Then through the doorway Reynard flies,
Still hungry, but in fine disguise.
GALOPIN AND THE FIDDLE
Wily Reynard trots along disguised with yellow dye,
When upon the path in front Isengrin doth he spy,
Isengrin’s turned bounty hunter, he’s looking mean and grim,
But plucky Reynard wags his tail, and thus addresses him:
“Godhelp, good sir! Owdyousay? Me no speak your lingo.
Mein name ist Galopin! Ja! Galopin zer dingo!”
Chorus:
How much d’you think a fiddle’s worth?
Two balls in a hairy bag?
Then you can dance like buggery
And never have a shag.
“What is your trade, good Galopin?” enquires Isengrin;
“Je suis minstrel,” says Reynard, “mais je suis getting thin!”
“And why is that, good minstrel?” the wolf asks Galopin,
“O! Ich hath lost mein fiddle! Achtung! Je suis fin!”
And Reynard weeps such piteous tears, it breaks the brave wolf’s heart,
“Oh I will find a fiddle for you!” “Och! Lupus grand thou art!”
And on their way they’re trotting, their proud tails held upright;
Their pouting arseholes in the air, an extraordinary sight.
Isengrin says, “By the way, I don’t suppose you’ve seen
A nasty fellow with red hair, and yellow canines keen?”
“Streuth mate! Nein ich hath not!” Galopin replies,
“Je ne meet pas any Vulpes! Cross heart und hope I dies!”
At last they find a lonely hut, and in goes Isengrin,
The wolf creeps silently around the sleeping men within.
He finds the fiddle. “Galopin! A violin for you!”
And quietly he helps himself to a goodly pot of stew.
“Aye,” then whispers Galopin, “Me laikum you ein lot!”
But underneath his breath he says, “You fat moronic clot!”
And Reynard thinks, “Ha! Now’s my chance to do the bugger in!”
He pulls the door to, and he locks it on poor Isengrin.
“A wolf!” then cries the man within, “I’ll tan its wretched hide!”
And Reynard laughs his socks off, and runs away outside.
The wolf bites on the fellow’s bum, his buttock fiercely mauls,
But a shaggy wolfhound leaps upon him, worrying his balls.
They stretch and strain, they grit their teeth, tears come to their eyes
And at the mauling of his arse the stricken peasant cries;
The wolfhound growls and shakes its head, its wrath will not be sated,
Until at last the balls fall off: Isengrin castrated.
And he lets forth unholy howl and bashes out the door
And trails bits of bleeding scrotum on the forest floor.
That night, as Hersent lies in bed, he creeps between the covers;
“Oh Isengrin,” his lady pants, “Oh randiest of lovers!
Do it to me doggy style! I’m feeling highly sexed!”
Isengrin gives a little whine, looking somewhat vexed.
She makes a grab between his legs, her hands close on thin air.
No more nooky ever after! Dismayed, unhappy pair!
HERSENT'S LAMENT FOR ISENGRIN'S BALLS
Chorus:
I’ve lost my joy, my heart’s desire,
I shall no more be juggling
My husband’s balls, for they are gone,
There is no use in snuggling
A useless wolf when he has turned
Both impotent and placid!
Oh what use is my husband’s cock
When it is always flaccid?
He shall not put his paws on me;
Isengrin’s lost his permit.
If he’s a eunuch then he might
As well become a hermit!
“You wretch!” cried Lady Hersent, “What’s happened to your balls?
What will I do without them? Oh! How the mind appals!
How d’you propose to get it up now you have lost the knack?
You really are a scatterbrain! You’d better put them back!”
Poor Isengrin, he whimpered, he searched for an excuse;
At last he wept for mercy, “My Lady, it’s no use!
I lent them to a certain nun, whom I met in the garden;
I know that it was rash of me; I prithee, grant me pardon!”
Then Lady Hersent let fly blows; she really blew her top:
“Without your balls to keep it hard, your willy is a flop!
This is worse than some affair! Oh shit! What have you done?
You’ve gone and given both your bollocks to a bloody nun!”
That made her husband really mad, he even called her “trollop”;
She sent him sprawling on the floor with one big, well-aimed wallop.
He clutched his midriff and he cried, “I’ll explain it to you later!”
But she said, “Bugger off, you ponce, you whoreson wicked traitor!”
Then out slunk Lady Hersent, all haughty and coquettish,
Crying, “I can’t see the point of this castration-fetish.
I’m going to find some other wolf - my bag’s already packed,
For I’ll not shack up with a cur whose bollocks aren’t intact!”
PONCET IN A PICKLE
Poncet, Grimbert’s cousin, had it off with Hermeline,
Reynard’s vixen, horniest widow ever, ever seen:
I’d tell you how he trod her grapes, but it is too obscene.
They shagged a lot and it was not a pretty sight to see;
They shagged by night, they shagged by day, until it hurt to pee.
“Oh YES! Oh GOD!” cried Hermeline, “You’ll have to marry me!”
“But first we need a fiddler-boy to play at the reception,”
Said Hermeline as she sniffed his bottom with affection,
“And meanwhile I shall play the horn upon this fine erection!”
Chorus:
Poncet, it seems, is in a pretty pickle;
Soon Hermeline will weep and sigh,
For fate so awful fickle!
Poncet’s shagging Reynard’s wife,
But such liaisons end in strife:
His bones will crack; his skin turn black,
His blood will surely trickle!
Reynard, sitting in the wood, learns to play the fiddle,
Soon he plays a rapid reel; laughs hard enough to piddle,
When all at once comes Hermeline, her arms round Poncet’s middle,
And Reynard pounds his fist with wrath, “I’ll have his guts for garters!
I’ll make sure Noble’s courtiers eat Poncet’s tripes for starters!
His soul can go where Coupee’s went, with all the blissful martyrs!”
And then he sidles up and says, “‘Allo! ‘Ow do you say?
Me Galopin, un fiddler fine, und I know how to play!
Mayhap zer mister und zer missus plan zeir veddingk day?”
Chorus
Then Reynard played upon the fiddle, played like merry hell,
And Poncet said, “Oh this is fine! You play it rather well!”
And Reynard thought, “Not half as well as ring your funeral knell!”
And so they skipped along all three, through oak and pine and birch,
Until at last the fiddler led them, dancing through the church;
“I’ll find some way,” he whispered then, “to leave them in the lurch!”
And happily the couple married to strains of violin,
And even the poor sex-starved priest wore a happy grin,
But all the while the fox sought ways of doing Poncet in.
Chorus
Now, as it happened, by that church stood blessed Coupee’s tomb -
This martyr healed, miraculously, plague and barren womb:
‘Twas there that Reynard set a snare and plotted Poncet’s doom.
“O, Meister Poncet, je suis certain, you religious fellow!
Zen you should be prayingk by zer tomb,” said the minstrel yellow,
She’ll help you make zer vixen big or zis violin’s a cello!”
“Why yes indeed,” poor Poncet smiled, “most happily I’ll pray,
If it will help fair Hermeline get in the family way!”
And Reynard led him to the tomb, poor Poncet to betray.
Chorus
While Hersent and fair Hermeline did all their ladies’ talking,
Poncet into Coupee’s shrine unknowingly was walking,
And behind him, eyes afire, the grim Reynard was stalking.
He pushed him hard into the snare, he gave an awful howl,
The wire tore him limb from limb; the fox could only scowl:
“If you were so religious, fool, you should have worn a cowl,
And not gone shagging Reynard’s wife! You really make me sick!
For fornication’s hazardous if you’re completely thick;
And so ends one who lets his head be controlled by his dick!”
Chorus
Poor Poncet died a horrid death, strung up by the wire,
And the more he kicked and struggled, still it pulled him higher,
And never did adultery meet consequence more dire.
And Reynard came to Hermeline where she lay on her bed;
He showed her where the dye had worn upon his whiskers red.
“Trollop! Whore!” he cried aloud, “You gave me up for dead!
But fear not! Poncet paid the price! He’s hanging in the shrine;
The jollop dripping in the gutter’s not communion wine,
So I hope he made the most of it when he took what was mine!”
REYNARD REPROVES THE LADIES
“Get up, get up, you proven whore,
You randy, wanton bitch!”
Reynard stalks about the floor,
His eyes are black as pitch.
“You’re in a pretty pickle now,
For Reynard isn’t dead!
You rancorous, promiscuous sow!
Get up! And hang your head!”
“You soon got over all your woes,
When I was on the gallows,
But Poncet has turned up his toes;
He’s resting with all hallows!”
He took a stick and thrashed her bum;
She gave a stricken yelp.
“I’ll wallop you to kingdom come!”
Poor Hermeline cried, “Help!”
“Oh, mercy, Reynard, I repent!
I don’t know what possessed me!
I’m duly shameful, sorely shent
That Poncet thus caressed me!”
And Reynard says, “I’ll chop your nose off!
You’ll never sniff a willy!
And your lips too! I’ll have those off
To make you look more silly!”
“I’ll squeeze your guts from your derriere,
And give you prolapse smelly,
The next time you have an affair,
I’ll squelch them out your belly!”
“And as for you, you stuck-up snob,
Hersent, with my stick,
I’ll teach you how to shut your gob!
I’ll thrash you ‘til you’re sick!”
“I saw you at the marriage mass,
Your bottoms waggling so!”
And Hersent cries aloud, “Alas!
Oh shit! Oh hell! Oh woe!”
Thus, while Poncet, on his wire,
Dangles from the roof,
Reynard, righteous, upright sire
Issues his reproof,
For though a fox may romp all day
With anyone he wishes,
His wife’s expected still to stay
At home and do the dishes,
And even if a fox may hang,
His corpse tied in a bag,
She’ll get nought but his stick and fang
If she should sneak a shag.
DEPORTMENT AND DECORUM
When Reynard drops his stick and leaves
The ladies lick their welts;
They sorrowfully suck the blood
From off their wounded pelts,
And both of them weep with dismay:
For Isengrin’s sterility,
And for shame at such disgrace,
Unbecoming their gentility.
“Alas!” cries Lady Hermeline,
“My name’s in disrepute!
But I thought Reynard duly hanged,
Of that there’s no dispute!”
“It wasn’t seemly, though, you know,”
The haughty wolf replies,
“For when you shagged, the whole darned town
Could hear your moans and sighs!”
“But I,” said Hersent, proud as punch,
“Never was the unfaithful kind -
Except for the time your Reynard dear
Took me from behind!”
Then Hermeline, with hackles raised,
Vented her hostility:
Not too nice, the things she said:
Unbecoming her gentility.
“You let him take you from behind?
You lupine heap of slag!
You spread your legs and turned your tail
And let him have a shag?
Your husband is a cuckold, then,
And bastards, all your sons!
Besides, I’ve heard your Isengrin
Gave his bollocks to the nuns!”
Then Hersent said that Maupertuis
Was a house of ill-repute,
“For you have loosely cocked your leg
For Poncet, and to boot,
I bet you’d shag a dachshund too:
Any cur with the ability,
With mongrels brown and pooches black,
Unbecoming your gentility.
And Hermeline bit Hersent’s ear;
The wolf tore at her chest,
Never had two noble ladies
Fought with such high zest.
They rolled and struggled on the ground,
They rent each other’s skin;
They raked each other with their claws
And sunk their canines in,
When all at once a hermit humble
Hobbled down the road,
And his little wrinkled face
With holy ardour glowed,
“Ladies! Ladies! Stop at once!
Repent of your hostility!
Such yelps and yowls in ladies are
Unbecoming their gentility!”
“Go back to your husbands dear!
Repent in dust and ashes,
And if you are lucky girls,
You’ll get off with forty lashes!”
And so, with tails between their legs
They went upon their way,
And humbly did the hermit kneel
Upon the ground to pray:
“Oh gracious Lord, grant them pardon,
For wrath, and lust, and vice!
For shagging might be rather fun,
But fighting isn’t nice!
And for the former, I’m too old!
O! Impotent senility!
And so I say that shagging too’s
Unbecoming their gentility!”
“Amen.”
FOR AN INTRODUCTORY ESSAY FOR THESE SONGS, PLEASE GO TO THE REYNARD THE FOX SET ON MY PHOTOSTREAM.
In all my years of living in the northeast, I have never seen a red squirrel. Thousands of gray squirrels, but never a red squirrel. I had an inkling that they were around, but I had never encountered one. Today, I saw a half-dozen, including my first right here. I'm not sure what s/he was eating, but it was obviously a type of squirrel crack because it wasn't putting that nut down for nuthin'.
「あのさ、食事の前に聞いて欲しいんだけど・・・・・オレたち、もう付き合って3年だろ・・・・・
そろそろ、将来のこととか考えた方がいいかな、って、・・・・えと、聞いてる？・・・・
今は俺あんまり給料高くないけど、このまま順調にいけば、マンション買うくらいは・・・・あ・・・
出てるよ・・出てる・・・・あ、いや、オレが悪かった。ごめん。先、食おう。な。うん。」
(May,3,2012)
cathead&hands : *N*Nekozabeth onix( capsule toy 30L$)
pose&tableware : SSP Turkey Day pose(1L$)
photo effects : pixlr.com/o-matic/
Seven Cardinal Sins
Lust
Gluttonly
Greed
Sloth
Wrath
Envy
Pride
Ephemera put through the Vandercook Press. Fire Engine Red Ink, wood block type/
Model: Morgan Polk -http://www.modelmayhem.com/1508619
Hair/MUA: Berenice Gallegos - www.facebook.com/BeautyByBerenice
Norman D24 pack with 2 heads - one directly above/behind the model for hair light, one behind her, cam left for rim. Both had 40˚ grids. AB800 with 40˚ grid on axis above her for key. Promaster 7500 DX on lowest power, 80mm zoom, right next to camera to light the front of the bowl. Pocketwizards used to trigger everythinng.
The road from Glutton Bridge to High Edge.
Chrome Hill peaking above gate, with Wetton Hill on far horizon
Alternative title - A glutton for punishment.
Against all logic and common sense and in spite of my concerns regarding the recently obtained CZJ Sonnar 180mm 2.8 lens as well as the contradictory feelings about medium format photography I decided to buy a camera that might do justice to the Sonnar - after all it was designed for 6 x 6 format.
I picked up a reasonably priced Kiev 88 that also included the 80mm 2.8 ARSAT C. It looked good too.
Alas, looks aren't everything - my test roll caused a huge disappointment. The transport mechanism (apparently common to Kiev, Pentacon 6, and its derivatives) is intermittently overlapping images. The TTL metering is out by 1.5-2 EV and the 80mm lens (which generally has favourable reviews) is the worst piece of glass (since my Lubitel) I've used.
Fortuitously the gentleman who sold me the kit is behaving like one and is willing to take it back with a full refund.
The whole episode reminds me of a Hungarian saying when one is buying an overcoat to go with a button one has :-))
Guan Kee Kopitiam is a local coffee shop selling dim sum along Jalan Haji Abu, the street also name as Glutton Street or Muar Avenue 4.
This dim sum shop established ard 1950 in Muar, along the street u can found all famous local delight street foods. In front have 2 foods cart selling roasted duck/ chicken rice and cha siu bao.
This Creation was base on early 1940 pre-war building design, which have typical Asian wooden window, Europe influenced cornice and carving pillar at front facade.
Due to maintaining the shop owner had been renovated the shop house front facade into more modern types of design.
The pumpkins in the front yard are attracting some gourmets'. Not bad being able to use my own living room as a shooting blind.
This gull swallowed the starfish whole! Must have been uncomfortable going down. Seen at the floatplane dock downtown Vancouver.
Gluttons who die might end up coming back as the Gaki - horrible, emaciated creatures that always eat but are never satisfied.
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Parkhouse Hill, Glutton Bridge, Derbyshire behind some trees. There is a man and dog near the summit - somewhat dwarfed.
Asian Glossy Starling has only been present in Taiwan since 1990 (first recorded in Kaohsiung) and has since spread island wide. This invasive bird is considered a pest by some and a glutton by me.
Momo is a Winged-Lemur and a loyal companion of Aang and his team. He is the only winged-lemur known to have survived the Air Nomad genocide, where he appertained to the Southern Air Temple after. However, the fact that his species is recognized by various characters throughout the series gives an indication that Momo may still have living bretheren around the world.Momo is an intelligent creature, but is either incapable or selective of understanding human speech. He is also a glutton for any available fruit. Momo's behavior is more cat-like than that of real life lemurs. His wings appear to retract within the fur of his arms and he appears to have four fingers and two additional ones within the wing membrane that can be seen when he has his wings extended. His fur is mostly white with some select black stripes and a black face, which has two proportionately large green eyes.In late 99 ASC, Momo is thought to have began living in the ruins of the Southern Air Temple, either alone or with a family of lemurs. When Team Avatar visited the temple that year, Avatar Aang took interest in him and wanted to take him as his new pet. When Aang, Katara, and Sokka were in the sanctuary of the temple, they heard a noise from the door indicating that someone had entered to the room.Team Avatar, thinking that it was a Firebender, hid behind an Avatar statue until they saw that the intruder was only a lemur. As Aang approached the lemur, it fled only to be caught by him after following it, to Aang's disbelief and shock, into a room laden with the corpses of Fire Nation soldiers surrounding the skeleton of Monk Gyatso. Aang's horror and grief quickly becomes rage causing him to enter the Avatar State, calming down only after Katara consoles him. Desperately hungry, Sokka wanted to eat their newly discovered companion for dinner but, Aang decided to keep the lemur as a pet, naming him "Momo" after seeing him eat a moon peach. From this moment on, Momo remained a constant addition to their family, accompanying the team on their journeys throughout the series.Momo is typical of his species; curious, intelligent with a touch of mischievousness. Momo is an asset to the team for his friendly and playful ways which helps to feed Sokka's humor as the straight man, this brings much needed levity to the group from time to time. Appa and Momo appear to have a special bond, which may be due to linguistic understanding, or they have developed one of those 'special bonds' which is rare between different animal species. Momo is also adept in many situations, such as with the pygmy pumas that were chasing him for food only to find themselves on the menu. Momo provided their escape and at the same time made new friends. These traits all go along to making Momo cute and adorable by the team, as well as others that he meets throughout his travels.Momo uses his wings for gliding and flying. He can also swim short distances underwater whilst holding his breath.He hasn't proved any fighting skill, due his size and capabilities as an animal, but he has helped Team Avatar numerous times on various occasions. Momo has also shown some type of intelligence, as he helped Katara when she was strapped, and helped Sokka with fighting Fire Nation soldiers.Momo has shown on various occassions that he understands human language, but he doesn't understand Katara when she tells him he has to get water.Momo also has a lot of strength, as he can sustain a person in the air who's approximately Aang's weight or possibly more.
The food and beverages stalls and alfresco dinning tables at the food court. (No dinners at this time due to the hot weather in the afternoon.)
The northern gannet (Morus bassanus) is a seabird and the largest member of the gannet family, Sulidae. It has the same colours as the Australasian gannet and is similar in appearance.
Nesting in colonies as large as 60,000 pairs on both sides of the north Atlantic this bird undertakes seasonal migrations and is a spectacular high-speed diver.
Old names for the northern gannet include solan and solan goose.
They have a maximum lifespan of up to 35 years.
The gannets are large white birds with yellowish heads; black-tipped wings; and long bills. Northern gannets are the largest seabirds in the North Atlantic, with a wingspan of up to 2 metres (6.6 ft). Gannets hunt fish by diving from a height into the sea and pursuing their prey underwater.
Gannets have a number of adaptations which enable them to do this:
no external nostrils, they are located inside the mouth instead;
air sacs in the face and chest under the skin which act like bubble wrapping, cushioning the impact with the water;
positioning of the eyes far enough forward on the face for binocular vision, allowing them to judge distances accurately.
Gannets can dive from a height of 30 metres (98 ft), achieving speeds of 100 kilometres per hour (62 mph) as they strike the water, enabling them to catch fish much deeper than most airborne birds.
The gannet's supposed capacity for eating large quantities of fish has led to "gannet" becoming a disapproving description of somebody who eats excessively, similar to "glutton".
This image was taken in the Bay of Biscay
Yeah...I stopped in at Walmart and another Goodwill store...I've been looking for that fashion pack For. Ev. Er! Cute Fabric and poor Raquelle was at the Goodwill...she may be the donor for the France Barbie.
tay's epic snow kick.
BALLER :D
we did this during photography class, it was fun and colllld.
sooc outtakes in comments !
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The northern gannet (Morus bassanus) is a seabird and the largest member of the gannet family, Sulidae. It has the same colours as the Australasian gannet and is similar in appearance.
Nesting in colonies as large as 60,000 pairs on both sides of the north Atlantic this bird undertakes seasonal migrations and is a spectacular high-speed diver.
Old names for the northern gannet include solan and solan goose.
They have a maximum lifespan of up to 35 years.
The gannets are large white birds with yellowish heads; black-tipped wings; and long bills. Northern gannets are the largest seabirds in the North Atlantic, with a wingspan of up to 2 metres (6.6 ft). Gannets hunt fish by diving from a height into the sea and pursuing their prey underwater.
Gannets have a number of adaptations which enable them to do this:
no external nostrils, they are located inside the mouth instead;
air sacs in the face and chest under the skin which act like bubble wrapping, cushioning the impact with the water;
positioning of the eyes far enough forward on the face for binocular vision, allowing them to judge distances accurately.
Gannets can dive from a height of 30 metres (98 ft), achieving speeds of 100 kilometres per hour (62 mph) as they strike the water, enabling them to catch fish much deeper than most airborne birds.
The gannet's supposed capacity for eating large quantities of fish has led to "gannet" becoming a disapproving description of somebody who eats excessively, similar to "glutton".
This image was taken at Bempton Cliffs in Yorkshire, England
♫♪♫ Jellyfish - Glutton of simpathy ♪♫♫
KALIMOTXO KARRATURA
Kalimotxoa,
lotsaren hesia apurtzen duen aizkora
besteengana hurreratzeko adorea
eta gau zoroa izateko hegoak emoten dizkiguna,
jaiaren giroan murgiltzen gaituena.
Gure laguna bihurtzen da
lagunik onenetarikoa,
arazoak alde batera uzten
eta ahaztarazten dizkiguna,
baina azkenean menpera gaitzakeena.
Pixkanaka haren beharrean sentituko gara
bere babesa beharko dugu une orotan,
ez gara aske izango,
baldartuko gara, ahulduko,
gure laguna etsai bilakatuko da
KALIMOTXO AL CUADRADO
El kalimotxo
el hacha que rompe la barrera de la vergüenza
el que nos da valor para acercarnos a los demas
y nos da las alas para pasar una noche loca
el que nos sumerge en la fiesta
Se convierte en nuestro amigo
el que nos ayuda a dejar los problemas a un lado
y a olvidarlos,
pero el que al final nos puede dominar
Poco a poco vamos a sentir la necesidad de tenerlo
vamos a necesitar su proteccion en todo momento
no vamos a ser libres
nos vamos a acorbardar, debilitar
nuestro amigo va a pasar a ser nuestro enemigo
[Idazle: Garazi / Argazkilari: disgustipado / Musika.Jellyfish]
::c.A.:: Mirage tears "Bloody"
[ContraptioN] Glutton Mouth Portrait
*GJK* A Sinner's pendant / Snake pierce
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2012.February.10th 0:00 - 2012.March.11th 24:00 (JPT)
2012.February.09th 7:00 - 2012.March.10th 19:00 (SLT)
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We came upon this Capuchin (Cebus libidinous) monkey after photographing Giant River Otters just around the bend. This little guy is from the same Capuchin monkey family that posed and performed high wire acts for us. However this one increased the level of difficulty by having his left hand clutch a cluster of figs, his right hand stuff his face with figs, and his tail steady his body so he can swing for more figs. The Little Glutton.
Santa Tereza on the Rio Pixaim, the Pantanal, Brazil
Before she decided if it was worthy or not to go ahead and take an extra bite of that creamy chocolate cupcake...
Why does food that taste good have to be so bad for us?
But in the healthy vs tasty debate, we all end up being glutton most of the time... and eat the cupcake! Funny thing... in the XXI century, it could be a cupcake, a muffin or a doughnut what would have us exiled from Paradise... an apple is too healthy now! LOL
Starbucks,
Financial District,
New York
Taken with an iPhone 4, processed with Pro HDR app, Monochromia app and Format 126 app.