I don't think so.

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This orange stringy stuff is Witch's Hair. It is a Lichen that attacks and covers a lot of plants this time each year. I still thik it makes for a cool photo.

Hi everyone! I started college this fall and I feel like I have so much to do. But my campus is gorgeous! There's a park connected to the college, and we have a river running right through the middle of campus.

This is one of my three roommates. She has orange hair, it's pretty awesome.

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse

A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,

Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.

Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo

Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,

Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

LET us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherised upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question …

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,

Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,

Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,

And seeing that it was a soft October night,

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create,

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—

[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—

[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,

And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,

When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Then how should I begin

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare

[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]

It is perfume from a dress

That makes me so digress?

Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.

And should I then presume?

And how should I begin?

. . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets

And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes

Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

. . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!

Smoothed by long fingers,

Asleep … tired … or it malingers,

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,

I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,

Would it have been worth while,

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,

To have squeezed the universe into a ball

To roll it toward some overwhelming question,

To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—

If one, settling a pillow by her head,

Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.

That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,

Would it have been worth while,

After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,

After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—

And this, and so much more?—

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:

Would it have been worth while

If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,

And turning toward the window, should say:

“That is not it at all,

That is not what I meant, at all.”

. . . . .

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;

Am an attendant lord, one that will do

To swell a progress, start a scene or two,

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;

At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—

Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old …

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves

Combing the white hair of the waves blown back

When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Thx, Malin, you did a great job even in the cold of the night!

>>> NICER VIEWING

F11 and then:

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>>> LIGHT

Two speedlights: one bare in the background, with a 1/2 CTO, one as main in the foreground, in a white brolly, without gel (both: YN560, triggered via YN602)

>>> CAMERA/EXIF

5d3 with a 85 f/1.8, M-Mode, 1/60 sec, f/2.5, ISO 800, JPEG, WB on Flash. Stitched as Bokehrama, from 12 JPEG shots.

>>> LOCATION

This was shot opposite to the cathedral ... actually, Malin would be looking at the cathedral, if she was looking straight ahead, and not in the cam .... .-)

>>> NOTES

Well, I had no shot without brolly, so I had to do quite some cloning and so ... and then, there where a lot of fractures as you can see in the making-of shot. That also meant like 1h Photoshopping :-/ What else? Her finger was missing in the hair, it just was not visible, and I hate such a "amputated" sight. I took her finger from another shot. :-)

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Tilo ~gallo~ Gockel, www.fotopraxis.net

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3:00am finally have lights, go to computer, read 115 emails and humpph! No, I did not comb my hair it just looks that way, good thing you can't see my red, white and blue eyes. Get my Canon, battery dead, grab old Fugi working, okay:

Here are the rules:

1. Sit down.

2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!

3. Upload it.

4. Tag 5 people to do the same

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This game is not forced to you.

You don't need to play if you don't feel like it! :)

So, no worry for saying ";no"to the game. Cheers!

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1. Ely II www.flickr.com/photos/mmarthaeledycom/

2. devaymarie www.flickr.com/photos/14395096@N03/

3. painter_draftsman www.flickr.com/photos/30114146@N08/

4. grammyandpoppykok's www.flickr.com/photos/bunnykasper/

5. Tooraj www.flickr.com/photos/30666282@N03/

+2 in the comments.

perspective inspired by mary robinson.

this would be a lot better if i had interesting hair.

it was a tired day.

From Olivia

I guess I should tell you what she's wearing, given that I've dumped this in all the Fash groups.

The pinstripes are Beatrice from Avec Toi. Her glasses are Piper from DS. And the hair! Oh dear the hair. It's Tram I0120. Make sure you don't make Ollie's mistake and scan for 10210. You won't get anywhere that way. But then, who wants to look quite THAT butch. Mind you I happen to know that under that menacing exterior she's wearing some very frilly and translucent undies. Maybe I can convince her to strip off for pur cameras But we'd have to do something about that hair........

I kinda hate her hair ....It is really fluffy.

"Watching the video that you sent me

The one where you're showering with wet hair dripping

You know that I'm obsessed with your body

But it's the way you smile that does it for me

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me

Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet

Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair

It's so sweet"

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Blog:

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Hope everyone had a good weekend.

I spent the July 4th weekend moving.

Listning to the new Vacationer recorded while processing this shot.

Glimpse - by Vacationer

Got a glimpse.

Ironed out the grooves that comes with

A slight-eyed wince

The sight always revives the senses.

Lift up high again,

Dreaming on the roof of my head.

It's not who, it's when.

The someone who my thoughts went off with, often.

It's all in my view.

Lonely, have trouble hanging on.

Seeing not close again

is all

needed ever so often.

Here it comes, it's comin' again.

This little glimpse is all you got.

When it's going, it's going away.

This little glimpse is all you got.

Here it comes, it's comin' in waves.

This little glimpse is all you got.

And it's gone, and it's gone away.

This little glimpse is all you got to know.

Savoring the warmth that comes with

Looking out ahead.

Steady on your side,

The last glimpse.

Left up high again.

Reach you in the clouds of my hair.

It's not who, it's when.

I'm holding on to the room I've held in

Moments.

That light I know,

Where'd it go?

Leaving ever so often.

This little glimpse is all you got...

This little glimpse is all you got...to know.

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Crucial to their winter survival. This one is about 50ft off the ground. It will withstand all but the most serious preditors.

Made of leaves and lined with soft things such as lichens, moss, and hair. It gives you a lot of respect for the little critters.

I am of the bright and ripe age of 16 now.

I have had Trichotillomania for 4 years.

It has consumed my life, it has ruiend my life, and i will conquire it.

I have pulled my hair since I was in the 7th grade, and i have had bald spots all over my head. It got sooo bad that the whole left side of my head had no hair. I would pull it day and night. I would lay in bed for hours just pulling my hair. Covering my floor in hair.

It is the worst thing you could do to yourself. It makes you loose all of your friends, you can no longer stay at eachothers houses in fear that you will be 'cought' pulling your hair. You become depressed, because no one likes to think of themselves as ugly. And when you have no hair. You bealive and feel you are ugly. You lie to yourself, and you tell yourself that its all going to be ok. Though you really know it is not.

You dont want to tell your parents, or your friends what you are doing, it is really reallly the deepest secret you have. It has not stoped in 4 whole years. I dont think it will ever stop.

Trichotillomania, a hair-pulling disorder, is a mental disorder that involves an irresistible urge to pull out hair. This behavior occurs to the point of noticeable hair loss. The most common areas for hair pulling are the scalp, eyelashes, and eyebrows, but may involve hair anywhere on the body.

Trichotillomania is a type of impulse control disorder. Impulse control disorders are mental illnesses that involve the repeated failure to resist impulses, or urges, to act in ways that are dangerous or harmful. People with these disorders know that they can hurt themselves or others by acting on the impulses, but they cannot stop themselves.

Interesting Facts

"Fans of Harry Potter may remember a reference to the tree in the popular series of books. The most powerful wand in the land was made of Elder tree wood and featured a core of Thestral tail hair. It is also known as the "Deathstick" and the "Wand of Destiny."

Long before the birth of Harry Potter, the Elder tree was used by other cultures for a variety of purposes, such as:

Ancient Greeks used the tree's roots as a laxative.

In Biblical times, Judas was thought to have hanged himself from an Elder tree.

During the Middle Ages the Elder tree was thought to house witches and cutting it down would bring bad luck.

Shakespeare referred to the Elder tree as a "symbol of grief."

In Russia, it is considered good luck to plant an Elder tree near your home as it wards off snakes."

The Petticoat Mottlegill is brownish in colour and bell shaped, it can crack with age or/and it could grow fine hairs, it develops tiny overhangs to the cup that look like little teeth and it does not have a ring on the stalk. It likes to grow in dung or very enriched grassland and can appear either singly or in a group.

Almost cut my hair

It happened just the other day

It's gettin kinda long

I could have said it was in my way

But I didn't and I wonder why

I feel like letting my freak flag fly

Cause I feel like I owe it to someone

When I finally get myself together

I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather

And I find a place inside a laugh

Separate the wheat from the chaff

I feel like I owe it to someone

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Beautiful blooming shrub near the building, where I live. I very like it's flowers :)

Flowering almond (Prunus triloba) - this densely branched, shrub or small tree is grown for its beautiful pink blossom which appears from early to mid-spring. Found growing wild in China, it enjoys a sunny position in moist but well-drained soil. The flowers are pale pink or white, and the fruit are red and "pubescent", i.e. with soft hair. It is most often found in cultivation in the double flowered form P. triloba 'Multiplex', which has double pink flowers. The flowering almond is ideal in the garden or near the house. Planted in a row, flowering almonds will create an attractive shrub border along a path, patio or property line. Not only will this rustic plant withstand the toughest of winters but it is also gifted with a resistance to most pests and diseases.

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Migdałowiec kwitnący obok mojego bloku. Bardzo podobają mi się te krzewy :)

Migdałowiec trójklapowy (Prunus triloba) – gatunek rośliny krzewiastej, należący do rodzaju Prunus. W naturze występuje w Chinach i Korei. Jest rośliną ozdobną – w uprawie oprócz formy krzewiastej występują formy drzewiaste szczepione na podkładce ‘Multiplex’. Kwiaty jasno różowe, osiągają do 3,5 cm średnicy. Zakwita na przełomie kwietnia i maja przed rozwojem liści. Krzewy mają kulistą koronę i wysokość ok. 150 cm. Może być uprawiany na obszarach o łagodnym klimacie, jego kwiaty są bowiem wrażliwe na wiosenne przymrozki. U form szczepionych na pniu często pojawiają się dzikie odrosty, które należy usuwać. Aby obficie kwitnął, należy go sadzić na żyznej glebie i na słonecznym stanowisku. Ze względu na dekoracyjne kwiaty często sadzony w ogrodach lub jako żywopłoty.

Excerpt from the plaque:

Spider Cave Crayfish

The caves, springs and sinkholes of Florida are home to more than a dozen species of crayfish. The spider cave crayfish is known for its long, spindly legs and extra-long antennae, which are covered with fine hairs. It clings to the underside of rock ledges in streams and wings its antennae to sweep up microscopic organisms floating by.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me

Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet

Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair

It's so sweet

Call me crazy but I've always loved Asian Butterfly's blue hairs. It is the prettiest shade of blue.

Tattoo: Chosen Tattoos - Dangerous Tattoo

Shorts: kai. OXYT shorts - blue

Hair: Damselfly - Louis Hair

It's been a long time since I posted a photo so here it is.

Taken at The Edge maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Edge/67/157/23

Wow.. they certainly multiplied and fast !

I'm really attached to them all. Hoping I'll break my cycle of mass-adoption and at least keep half of them ! :)

Jubilee needs some eyelashes ! Her bald lids just don't suit her.

Peach is my fave - don't tell the others.

Olivia is still a little stand offish, but I'm giving her time.

IH still needs a name ! And I love her hair. It's a lot softer than I was expecting. It's a soft watermelon color.

And Yoshi is another instant fave ! But I'm not sure I like her hair wavy, I might try to straighten it.

And they all need a spray matte ! Shiny faces driving me nuts !

I love all of them for different reasons. It's nice to finally be attached to more than 1 girl.

"Living Doll"

Got myself a crying, talking, sleeping, walking, living doll

Got to do my best to please her, just 'cause she's a living doll

Got a roving eye and that is why she satisfies my soul

Got the one and only walking talking, living doll

Take a look at her hair, it's real

And if you don't believe what I say, just feel

I'm gonna lock her up in a trunk

So no big hunk can steal her away from me

Got myself a crying, talking, sleeping, walking, living doll

Got to do my best to please her, just 'cause she's a living doll

Got a roving eye and that is why she satisfies my soul

Got the one and only walking talking, living doll

Well, take a look at her hair, it's real

And if you don't believe what I say, just feel

Gonna lock her up in a trunk

So no big hunk can steal her away from me

Got myself a crying, talking, sleeping, walking, living doll

Got to do my best to please her, just 'cause she's a living doll

Got a roving eye and that is why she satisfies my soul

Got the one and only walking talking, living doll

poor little Babette has been way too neglected latey! I'm never quite sure what to do with her hair... it's ridiculously long for her little body... but it's so nice that i'd feel bad cutting it!

babette models a wonderful dress from etsy's belgianwafel

Photographed on a buddleia flower in our garden.

The Drone-fly is a very common, medium-sized hoverfly that is an excellent Honeybee mimic. It is one of several species of related hoverfly whose larvae are known as 'rat-tailed maggots' and live in muddy water, feeding on decaying organic matter. Adults feed on nectar in various habitats and can be seen throughout the year, emerging from hibernation to feed on Ivy flowers on milder winter days.

The Drone-fly is one of several related hoverflies that are Honeybee mimics. With a dark-brown body, orange patches on the sides and top, and a covering of orangey hair, it does a good job of looking like a Honeybee. Key differences include the lack of a stinger and 'waist', and only one pair of wings.

Im so tired of trying to make her hair, it came out kinda nice at the end, but everything "bad" that can happen it happened... U.u but at least is done!

Such soft, young hair :)

My hair! It is blonde! And freakishly long! 7/25/03.

Later that night I went to the bar that I knew she was supposed to be. I didn't go in and waited outside. A cold night. I sat on the doorway of a closed shop and waited patiently. At about 10.15 a bike rider arrived and only after the helmet was taken off, I realized it was her. It was dark and far across the street but I could still tell it was her. I could recognize her almost anywhere. The unmistakable hair, height, build and....... She took a good slow look around as she lit a cigarette. Still Fucking Smoking I thought! For a fraction of a second I thought that she'd seen me but she didn't. Took a long draw of tobacco and went it. Less than 2 minutes later I heard the screams....so stomach ripping.....unbearable....less than 30 second later, a man on fire was catapulted out of the doors on to the street....followed by the sound of Two gun shots coming from the inside....it echoed.... soon after Two other men came out....She followed out...Lit another Cigarette and run her fingers through her hair. it was chaos yet they all looked so calm. there was almost nothing left of the man who was on fire....the man who was shot.... I think was dead!!! A passing Police car stopped and two policemen with their guns in hand rushed out....She walked to them and whispered something in the ear of the taller of the two. Before she was finished, they put their hand guns back into the holsters. They then, without saying a single word, got back into the car and drove off. A women who had heard the cacophony and was looking thought her first floor open window, shut the window and pulled the window blind down. Another car arrived and two men put the other two in the back of the car, nodded to her, got in the car themselves and the driver drove off. She stood there. All of this in less than 4 minutes. As if nothing had ever happened. She threw the Cigarette on the ground and with her left foot stood on it, twisted her foot to the left and right and extinguished it. She then started to walk across the street towards me. I then realized that she HAD seen me when she first arrive. How foolish to think otherwise. She still had a gun in her left hand. She unzipped her leather jacket and put it back in the holster and zipped up again. I stood up and took my hand out of my pocket. Closer and Closer. She came and stood so close that I could smell her perfume. So close....So close.... I just smiled and said: You hungry?.....Chinese, she replied with a smile.......Lets Go......

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I remember you stepped in the store

And you kept me standing in one place for way too long

And there you smiled at me but all that I could say was just

Hello sir what will it be

You're a Jesus with shoes on

I can see the light in your hair

It's happening again

Ooh baby

Well have you told your mom

That you won't be coming home

Don't you worry now

She can do it on her own

You shot me

In my heart

I just wanna be

Your woman...

Hello, Flickr!

We were lucky to take some shots of two girls with amazing red hair.

It was the third time we took photos of the girl on the left, but it's the first time we met her sister.

They both are wonderful and it was very easy and pleasant to have a deal with them. ;)

The idea is taken from a very famous photograph.

Only I can't remember the photographer.

If you've recognized it, let me know! ;)

Thanks for watching)

Flyleaf - Treasure

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A real tomboy this one.She loves playing parts and leading actors.The poor kid is so sick of her hair,it is so short.Too short actually.When her mommy would let her she would have it rerooted.

Tootles is a loner.She likes to go fishing but she hardly catches anything with those skinny plastic arms.She is rather outdoory,loves camping and collecting bugs in jars and does a bit of bird watching.

She loves barbecues and is a ferocious meat eater..but the meals should or must come with corn cobs and fries.She hates dresses and rather lounge around in shorts and pants..oh one thing though..please dont mention her still visible yellow complexion.she is rather sensitive about it still..

(Pycnonotus melanicterus) B28I2898.jpg Baan Song Nok (Resort) - Thailand South between Kaeng Krachan National Park and Phetchaburi.

It is true that this bird is weird hair, it reminds me of Neymar or Christiano Ronaldo :-)))

this is old. still one of my favorite places. from this day

[EXPLORE] first explore since ages.

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These creatures (Hippobosca sp., it's a winged species) are most annoying because they tend to bite. I couldn't get rid of it so easily; especially when it got in my hair. It seems to have dented claws that help to firmly hold hairs.

Specimen caught in Latvia (Valmiera, edge of Gauja river, August 2013), preserved in ethanol.

Studio stack based on 250 images (ISO100, f/5.6, 1/200sec, diffused flash) taken with an Olympus microscope objective lens (10x) on a Rodenstock enlarger lens (see tags) with bellows. Combined in ZereneStacker (several Pmax and Dmap), uncropped, image about 3.5mm wide.

Eilean Donan Castle, Ancestral home of the Clan MacRae, Eilean Donan Castle sits on the sea-loch at Dornie, at the point where three Scottish lochs meet. The massive walls and vast fireplace are familiar features of Scotland's fortified buildings,

Today the Great Hall contains fine furniture, family portraits and Jacobite memorabilia including a lock of Bonnie Prince Charlie's hair. It is Scotland's most romantic and recognizable castle,

Eilean Donan (island of Donan) was established in the 6th/7th century, and the island of Eilean Donan has been a fortified site for at least eight hundred years.

Taken by Mike who manages the South West Deer Rescue & Study Centre, Crewkerne, Somerset. Excuse the hair it was very windy. This gorgeous red stag was doing his level best to get his nose into my bag.

I look at this picture and I still see the little girl that would sit on my lap and play with my hair. It is so hard to see them growing up right before your eyes. This is my precious angel, nearly a preteen. I am amazed still that I am the lucky mother of such a wonderful and beautiful young lady. I look at this picture, and I smile. For this little girl, saved my life! She doesnt realize how special she truely is, but I know one day, she will sit back and know just how much she means to me.

My daughter.. Ash.

Pale Tussock Moth Caterpillar, Calliteara pudibunda.

Family; Tussock moths (Lymantriidae).

Habitat; Broad-leaved woodland, hedgerows, parks and gardens and scrub.

Caterpillar Food Plants; A wide variety of broadleaved trees and shrubs including Hawthorn, Blackthorn, Crab Apple, cultivated fruit trees, Oaks, Birches, Hazel, Lime, Elm and Hop of which it used to be a pest when it was commonly grown.

UK Status; Common and very well distributed in England and Wales, north to Cumbria. Local on the Isle of Man and absent from Scotland. Well distributed in Ireland except for the north-west.

Flight Period; May and June.

The caterpillar of the Pale Tussock is very distinctive, similar to that of the Dark Tussock (Dicallomera fascelina), but is generally greenish or yellow, with four conspicuous tufts of yellow hairs. It feeds on a range of deciduous shrubs and trees, and used to be a pest of hop (Humulus lupulus), when it was commonly grown. They grow slowly between late June and early October, then overwinter as pupae.

The adults are large with a wingspan range of 42mm – 62mm. The females are much larger than the males, but both rest with distinctive forward-facing furry legs. The markings are usually darker and more extensive in the males, which also have feathered orange-brown antennae. The males often come to light in larger numbers than the females.

Il ne fait ensoleillé que depuis 2 jours et encore fort froid, par conséquent il y a encore peu de signes de printemps. Mais le saule pleureur en haut de ma rue commence à se parer d'une belle chevelure blonde. Il avait été taillé l'automne dernier, à un point tel que j'ai pensé que jamais il ne s'en remettrait; j'ai eu tort.

It has only been sunny for 2 days and still very cold, so there are still few signs of spring. But the weeping willow at the top of my street is beginning to get beautiful blond hair. It had been pruned last fall, so much that I thought it would never recover; I was wrong.

"Haareis, manchmal auch Eiswolle genannt, besteht aus feinen Eisnadeln, die sich bei geeigneten Bedingungen auf morschem und feuchtem Totholz bilden können." [Wikipedia]

"Hair ice (also known as ice wool or frost beard) is a type of ice that forms on dead wood and takes the shape of fine, silky hair. It is somewhat uncommon, and has been reported mostly at latitudes between 45 and 55°N in broadleaf forests. [Wikipedia]

Hasselblad 503cw. Polaroid ID-UV (exp. '05).

how the Great Wall took the shot

Model, make-up & hair, it's all Lauren. You can visit her make-up/hair Model Mayhem page here.

Just 3 more days and the new round of the Trés Chic event opens it door.

From the 17th till the 10th of the next month we ll be getting spoiled with all these

awesome creations.

This is the first one :)

AmbrosiaCorset with bows to add on the pelvis and one to add into your hair.

It also has a transparentskirt option.

It's made by ::Una:: @ Trés Chic

Blog: bewitcheddifference.blogspot.nl/2016/11/psst.html?zx=2885...

Love Be xxx

I liked her original ash brown hair, but it made her look a little washed out, and she also totally had a mullet. ^^;;; I rerooted her with a blend of Restoredoll Stacy Titian and Honey Blonde hair. It's very similar to the blend I used for Lauren's doll Cinnamon, but with Honey Blonde swapped in for the Original Blonde. Here she is, posing with my dwarf flowering almond. I think Alisa is the prettiest of the Sahra's a la Mode dolls, followed by Sahra herself. I think Maya is cute enough, but kind of plain, and Lycee isn't cute at all(which is sad, because I had really looked forward to her renewed version).