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God's words "Restoring the Normal Life of Man and Taking Him to a Wonderful Destination" (Part One)
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/wonderful-destination-1/
Almighty God says, "Once the work of conquest has been completed, man will be brought into a beautiful world. This life will, of course, still be on earth, but it will be totally unlike man’s life today. It is the life that mankind will have after the whole of mankind has been conquered, it will be a new beginning for man on earth, and for mankind to have such a life will be proof that mankind has entered a new and beautiful realm. It will be the beginning of the life of man and God on earth. The premise of such a beautiful life must be that, after man has been purified and conquered, he submits before the Creator. And so, the work of conquest is the last stage of God's Work before mankind enters the wonderful destination. Such a life is man’s future life on earth, it is the most beautiful life on earth, the kind of life that man longs for, the kind that man has never before achieved in the history of the world. It is the final outcome of the 6,000 years of work of management, it is what mankind yearns for most, and it is also God’s promise to man."
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Happy Friday!!!
He had a yearling to the right of him, hiding in the willow and was watching the cow approach from the other side. What a great Wednesday morning commute.
WOW I am disappointed in him. I mean I'm like the most famous, super cool, and awesome superhero of all time, I mean how DARE him not making me into a Lego fig after 4 ****ing years being on this platform.
What's with this ****ing censoring
Whatever, for the next week or so, I will be taking over LegoBatbrick's account and renaming it to...Deadpool, and will post glorious pictures of of me (not what you think pervs) , just to piss him off. Get ready to get your panties blown off because tomorrow starts DEADPOOL WEEK
With that, a Deadpool Q/A will also be happening
Photo from the Michael Bernhard collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
1986-07-04 (4 July 1986)
A4O-CF
Boeing 727-30
18369 / 125
Royal Oman Police Air Wing
A4O-CF with Royal Oman Police Air Wing had been seen at Riem before in March 1982 and in 1984. It would return in 1989.
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to Stephan Barth:
The Royal Oman Police Air Wing acquired this Boeing 727 from Condor in 1981 and had it in service until 1993. The airliner was sold to Zaire as 9Q-CSG afterwards and was shot down by rebels after take-off from Kindu, Congo/Zaire, in October 1998.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/A4O-CF/494912
Information about the shooting down:
aviation-safety.net/wikibase/323878
This airframe as D-ABIN with Lufthansa at PMI in 1966:
www.flickr.com/photos/127896132@N05/52720634787
D-ABIN with Condor at HAJ in September 1973:
www.flickr.com/photos/53277566@N06/49787641826
This airframe as 9Q-CRH with ACS at SHN in September 1994:
www.flickr.com/photos/adriankissane/49937141941
This airframe as 9Q-CSG with Shabair at JNB in May 1995:
www.flickr.com/photos/136109680@N05/50249508953
9Q-CSG with Congo Airlines ca. 1997:
www.baaa-acro.com/sites/default/files/styles/crash_detail...
Scan from Kodachrome slide..
The general idea behind Graffiti Underworld was to collect the wildest graffiti related stories in the voice of the writers themselves and compile them into a book. Each writer’s section reads as if they were sitting face to face with you telling their tale. These stories are meant to put you into the world of the graffiti writer, crawling through train yards, locked in jail cells, running down fire escapes and other forgotten corners of our cities.
I ended up with far too much content to fit into a 200 page book. The following are some outtakes from my interview with HOUR Pigs Crew.
Hour:
I was staying in Oregon for a while, Eugene, Oregon. The first crew I was ever in was called PHO. Putting Heads Out. A lot of the members had gotten in trouble in New Mexico and they bailed to Oregon. They were like you could come up here. They all had a house. You should come up here and stay with us. I was trying to get out and go to Seattle. I ended up going to Oregon. We stayed at this house. It was like a two bedroom house and there were like eight or nine people that lived there. None of us had jobs. We would just party every night. We would just hustle, get money and paint and all that shit. We’d do cart runs of food and cart runs of paint. This chick always let us have parties at her house. We had this three day rager at her house. We racked all this food and beer. In Oregon we would steal beer and return the bottles and buy more beer. So these kids are talking shit to my friend. I go get a couple more people.
They all start piling into this SUV, it’s got rims, it’s brand new, it’s got TV’s, nice as fuck. I see this kid pull open the door and jump in the car. I run across the street and there’s these dudes standing there. They’re like we don’t know what the fuck is going on leave us alone. I told one of my boys to stand in front of the car. I reach over the passenger to the driver and I tell him that’s my fucking brother you run him over and Ima fucking kill you. He’s like “I don’t know what’s going on?” I grab him by the hair and slam his head into the window. I was like “That’s what’s going on!” I tried to pull his keys out of his ignition but I was kind of anxious, so I didn’t turn the key first. So I’m like ripping at the keychain. I bent up the key and it fucked up the ignition. He’s like what the fuck you doing to my car. His CD player was down and I fucking punched down on the CD player and broke it off. I reach back in the back seat and his TV was there open and I folded it backwards so it hit the roof the wrong way and snapped off. I’m like “That’s what the fuck I’m doing!” My friend was pounding this dude nasty. Both his eyes were black. All these chicks were in the car and all these dudes were in the car screaming like chicks and they’re like “Go! Go! Drive the fucking car!” He was like “I can’t this dude’s gonna kill me if I run over his friend.” I left the car and right outside the car there was this house for rent with the metal for rent sign. It was one of the big ones not like the plastic red and white ones. I picked it up out of the ground and started belting the side of their car like sick, putting dents and holes. The whole back of the suburban was filled with all this shit and I start breaking the windows out of the side and I broke the window out of the back and all the shit started falling out. They started freaking out even more. I started putting holes in the other side and they ended up skirting and bailed out. When they bailed more shit started falling out. One of my friends started picking shit up that had falling out. A brand new Playstation in the box had fallen out with a whole book full of games.
We sold that the next day for a couple hundred bucks. That got us some food for a little while. When we we’re leaving, the cops starting piling in. The whole block started filling up. I put my arm around this girl that I had never even met before and we just walked down the block like I was trying to avoid all the confrontation. We had a party the next night at that same house and I killed a handle of Jose Cuervo and a case of beast and ended up fighting all my friends. I got my nose broke. It felt like my friend blackened both my eyes, broke my nose, and busted my lip in one hit. It brought me to my knees, brutally. I was supposed to go to the bus station to go to Seattle to meet up with some kids and they wouldn’t let me on the bus. I was like “Can I still get on the bus?” They were like “What are you kidding me, we can smell the alcohol on your breath and your covered in blood. We can’t let you on the bus.” I was like fuck that I need to get out of here. Let me on this fucking bus. I started to get on the bus and one of the dudes grabbed me, and pulled me off the bus. I was like “What the fuck, you wanna end up looking like me!?” They called the cops on me and this girl that took me to the bus station was like “Leave him alone he’s drunk.” I stumbled down the block and ended up passing out on the street and she drug me by the ankles into her little Honda Civic hatchback and took me back to the party and I just passed out on the couch. My boy who broke my nose woke me up the next morning with a sandwich and a beer and was like my bad.
Quite an uncommon visitor to New York City. This very elegant duck was spotted on a pier of the 79th street boat basin, along the Hudson River. I was happy to catch him when he woke up to stretch his wings...
sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive, or quiet and calm... As a matter of fact, one of the greatest sounds of them all—and to me it is a sound—is utter, complete silence :-)
André Kostelanetz
zinnia, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
I found him and his friend right next to the road up to our campsite. They were having a good breakfast of the fireweed along the road.
News about our sweetheart Mimo the Bunny: we brought him to a home for animals and they kept him in order to bring him up and return him to the wild - Mimo, namely is a hare and cannot survive as a pet.
We've also been told that he was only one day old when we found him and that it is common for adult hares to leave their babies anywhere. They come back every 12 hours approximately to feed them and leave again. The reason they leave their babies at different spots is for security reasons in case the little ones are attacked by some animal...
This basically means that we should not have taken this cutie in but I don't regret it since I saw the circumstances he was in and there was no escape for him anyway. That is why I am still sure that we saved his life.
A newborn hare is about 120g heavy, Mimo had 102 when we brought him to his new home. We hope that he will soon recover and will visit him soon. By the way, his cute tiny ears will become as long as his body in one week only. In one month he will be 1kg heavy and will be returned to the wild.
We will never ever forget him!
Explore #418
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
73119 Paul Taylor and 73202 at Tonbridge West Yard on Tuesday, both coupled to snow and ice treatment trains.
I have to tell you about Dave. Not my brother Dave - you know about him already if you've been reading these adventures and keeping notes. I'm referring of course to the other Dave - the one who procures a wadge of tickets for rugby internationals in exchange for spending half his spare time volunteering at his local club and tells me to stand outside my house and wait to be collected on the evening before the game. On such evenings we will head just past Plymouth to Gareth's house where we will always have a Chinese takeaway before heading to Twickenham the next morning. Dave and Gareth have been doing this in metronome like fashion since they were teenagers in 1972. Greater quantities of beer than I'm used to or are good for me are generally involved. It's a routine I always look forward to, even though I'm a lifelong football nut and only have the vaguest grasp on what's going on in between those strange H shaped posts during the big match. Somehow I've been inveigled into their gang by stealth. I feel like the slightly younger clueless looking one on "Last of the Summer Wine." Apologies if you're not from the UK or you're under 45 as that last statement isn't going to mean anything to you.
Dave likes music as well. Because he's twelve years older than me he's seen all the bands I love the most. He was there to see the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Keith Moon and John Bonham before they succumbed to their excesses. Just recently he shared with me a poster from the Bath Blues and Rock festival of 1970 where he saw among others, Led Zeppelin, Santana and Pink Floyd. Gareth usually went with him to events such as this so I tend to get the stories in stereo to make me even more envious of their superior vintages. Sometimes I wish he just wouldn't tell me stuff like this. I was only 4 and my parents wouldn't have let me go anyway. Besides which I hadn't fully familiarised myself with all of their albums at that stage. I was still busy getting to grips with Bill and Ben.
Dave is a useful person to know, but at the same time I've become accustomed to knowing that his call will result in substantial amounts of open wallet surgery, in exchange for which I will be entertained. One day he told me to book a long weekend because we were off to see the Foo Fighters at the Olympic Stadium in London. Flights, accommodation, river trips and a Billy Idol concert the following night in Brixton cost me the price of a decent second hand L lens, but it was three days I won't forget in a hurry.
Two days later, with a head full of tunes and a soul full of memories from as fantastic weekend as it's possible to achieve with two men in their mid 60's, I looked outside the window as the plane came in to land at Newquay. The sky was doing beautiful things and I was stuck in the air. I sighed as I gazed at an intense orange sunset through the plate glass window.
So the following evening, Lee, Dave - my brother Dave this time - and I headed to Bedruthan and watched the sun disappear behind a bank of cloud in an unpromising sky. We looked at each other doubtfully and groaned about having missed the previous evening. But as in the song, just as you think it's all over and you're about to head for the pub, something happens in the sky and suddenly it was all worthwhile. Well those aren't the exact words to the song but, you know.....
It appears that no one told Mr Squirrel, that this is a "Bird Feeder" not a "Squirrel Feeder". He appears to be stocking up for the winter as he has been back and forward for over an hour.
Jean Jacques lives in a store in Paris and basically lays about in the storefront on a couch that seems fashioned for a cat specifically. I was recently honored to be able to take his portrait while in Paris and bask in his glorious presence. Jean Jacques could very well be the reincarnated feline version of Oscar Wilde, who was also long ago photographed in a reclining and indulgent state. Because we were separated by the storefront glass, I was not able to interview him. However, if I had, here's how it would have gone in my head:
Me: It's really an honor to meet with you Jean Jacques. I know you have many admirers and you need ample time to catch beauty sleep.
(Moi: Il est vraiment un honneur de vous rencontrer Jean Jacques. Je sais que vous avez beaucoup d'admirateurs et vous avez besoin suffisamment de temps pour rattraper le sommeil de beauté.)
Jean Jacques: It is quite an honor for you, yes.
(Jean-Jacques: Il est tout un honneur pour vous, ouii!)
Me: Please tell me, what are some of your favorite things?
(Moi: S'il vous plaît dites-moi, quelles sont certaines de vos activités préférées?)
Jean Jacques: I am so very handsome and I enjoy being adored by many others. You, for instance, have traveled quite a long distance in order to behold my gorgeous orange fur. I would almost rather enjoy this admiration from guests than sleep. Though, typically when I sleep I dream of all of the people standing in front of my store and being in awe of my beauty.
(Jean-Jacques: Je suis donc très beau et je préfère être adoré par beaucoup d'autres. Vous, par exemple, avez voyagé tout à fait une longue distance afin de voir ma magnifique fourrure orange. Je dirais presque plutôt profiter de cette admiration des invités que le sommeil. Bien que, généralement, quand je dors, je rêve de toutes les personnes debout en face de mon magasin et étant dans la crainte de ma beauté.)
Me: Can you explain why you have two names when most cats have only one?
Moi: Pouvez-vous expliquer pourquoi vous avez deux noms quand la plupart des chats ont un seul?)
Jean Jacques: I know this cat down the street named Jean and he isn't nearly as sophisticated. He doesn't have the fine dapper qualities that I possess. For example, his fur is often scruffy and not well brushed and cleaned. I felt the two names would be more regal and would help distinguish me as being a high quality cat.
(Jean-Jacques: Je sais que ce chat dans la rue du nom de Jean et il est loin d'être aussi sophistiquée. Il ne possède pas les qualités dapper fines que je possède. Par exemple, sa fourrure est souvent débraillé et pas bien brossé et nettoyé. Je sentais les deux noms seraient plus royale et aideraient à distinguer de moi comme étant un chat de haute qualité.)
Me: That makes sense, Jean Jacques. But what would you say to Parisians who prefer dogs instead of cats?
(Moi: qui fait sens, Jean-Jacques. Mais que diriez-vous aux Parisiens qui préfèrent les chiens à la place de chats?)
Jean Jacques: What is this madness you speak of? This is something I simply cannot believe or tolerate!
(Jean-Jacques: Quelle est cette folie dont vous parlez? Ceci est quelque chose que je ne peux tout simplement pas croire ou de tolérer!)
Me: Very well. Perhaps, they just need to meet you! Tell me, what are some of your favorite foods?
Moi: Très bien. Peut-être, ils ont juste besoin de vous rencontrer! Dites-moi, quelles sont certaines de vos aliments préférés?
Jean Jacques: I like to start each day with some caviar. My second breakfast is typically salmon. I enjoy a snack of sardines in the afternoon and for dinner, a lobster bisque is suitable.
(Jean-Jacques: Je voudrais commencer chaque jour avec un peu de caviar. Ma deuxième petit déjeuner est généralement le saumon. Je jouis d'une collation de sardines dans l'après-midi et pour le dîner, une bisque de homard est approprié.)
Me: You seem to be getting your nutritional needs met. If you were not a cat, what do you think you might be instead?
(Moi: Vous semblez être d'obtenir vos besoins nutritionnels rencontré. Si vous étiez pas un chat, que pensez-vous que vous pourriez être à la place?)
Jean Jacques: Very likely the President of France, though this might unfortunately reduce my lounging around time. I do like the idea of being important on a national level but I seem to already possess this. Perhaps, an ambassador might fit with my social aptitude and my natural likability. Though, it would be a shame to have to be human. I see so many of you suffering out there while I am relaxing happily. It looks rather dreadful, I must say.
(Jean-Jacques: Très probablement le président de la France, si cela peut malheureusement réduire mon prélasser autour du temps. Je fais comme l'idée d'être importante au niveau national mais il me semble posséder déjà. Peut-être, un ambassadeur pourrait correspondre à mon aptitude sociale et mon likability naturel. Cependant, il serait dommage d'avoir à l'être humain. Je vois beaucoup d'entre vous qui souffrent là-bas alors que je me détends heureusement. Il semble plutôt terrible, je dois dire.)
Me: Indeed, it is so! Do you ever happen to get lonely and long for a feline companion?
(Moi: En effet, il en est ainsi! Avez-vous jamais arriver à obtenir solitaire et long pour un compagnon félin?)
Jean Jacques: There are days when I do feel a hint of loneliness and then I must search for a mirror. There really aren't any suitable companions out there but my own image is quite soothing to me when I feel the need for a friend.
(Jean-Jacques: Il ya des jours où je ne me sens un soupçon de solitude et puis je dois chercher un miroir. Il ya vraiment pas de compagnons appropriés là-bas, mais ma propre image est très apaisant pour moi quand je ressens le besoin pour un ami.)
Me: Are there any other cats you look up to?
(Moi: Y at-il d'autres chats que vous regardez jusqu'à?)
Jean Jacques: Though his existence was before my time, I enjoy hearing about Behemoth.
(Jean-Jacques: Bien que son existence était avant mon arrivée, j'aime entendu parler Behemoth.)
Me: I didn't realize you could read!
(Moi: Je ne savais pas que vous pouviez lire!)
Jean Jacques: Of course I can read! I am a highly civilized being. I can even understand up to ten different languages when the words are compliments towards myself.
(Jean-Jacques: Bien sûr, je peux lire! Je suis un être hautement civilisée. Je ne peux même comprendre jusqu'à dix langues différentes quand les mots sont des compliments envers moi-même.)
Me: Do you ever feel like venturing away from the store and exploring more of the world?
(Moi: Vous sentez-vous envie de vous aventurer loin de la boutique et d'explorer plus de monde?)
Jean Jacques: That sounds rather exhausting. I'm quite comfortable in my home here. I have my own couch and those who gather to be in awe of my presence. I would hate to miss a nap or meal just to travel.
(Jean-Jacques: Cela semble plutôt épuisante. Je suis très à l'aise dans ma maison ici. Je dois ma propre canapé et ceux qui se rassemblent pour être dans la crainte de ma présence. Je ne voudrais pas manquer une sieste ou un repas juste pour voyager.)
Me: Thanks for spending the time to talk to me. One last question: Do you have any regrets?
(Moi: Merci pour passer le temps de me parler. Une dernière question: Avez-vous des regrets?)
Jean Jacques: I regret nothing.
(Jean-Jacques: Je ne regrette rien.)
**All photographs and pretend interviews I have in my head with cats late at night when I can't sleep are copyrighted. Please don't use without permission**
Morning Ride in the Badlands. © Copyright 2019 G Dan Mitchell – all rights reserved.
A solo bicyclist on a morning ride along a curving gravel road past badlands.
Years ago I was a very (very!) enthusiastic cyclist. I don’t ride any more, but I still have three bicycles — one of the early StumpJumper mountain bikes, a touring/commuting bike with a handmade British frame, and road-racing bike (also with a hand-built frame). Although I have not ridden in Death Valley, I can surely identify with the experience of the person in this photograph.
I had arrived in this area early, and I had been making photographs since before sunrise. Although a gravel road passes through here and the spot is not far from some well-known locations, I had the place almost to myself. I saw almost no one else as I worked. It was windless and still and so quiet… and that passing of a single cyclist was enough to interrupt the mood! But not enough to keep me from photographing him as he passed through this section of s-curves, heading toward more further hills in this lovely light.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books and Amazon.
Growing up, I didn't have much of a friendship with the prince in the neighboring kingdom of the Ravens. It wasn't that I didn't like him. He actually had a very likeable personality and we were amiable acquaintances. We just didn't run the same friendship circles despite being around the same age. I remember being brought along to visit his family when I was a small child and he was just a toddler. He hadn't been much of a playmate back then since he spent most of our visit napping or clinging to his mother. Then about a year or two later at another formal event there was a masquerade at his family's castle. I remember he was dressed in a full dragon costume and ran around the whole ball, stealing the show as he was fawned over by everyone. The little brat had even accidentally whacked me right in the family jewels with that swinging tail of his! It had been painful and embarrassing and I admit for a short time, I didn't like him very much.
Now several years later, that young prince was to be crowned King and there was to be a Presentation in his honor as well; not just any celebratory ball. That meant he was presenting and putting himself out there to be courted which made this coronation even bigger! Being a prince of the Lion Queendom, myself, and third in line for the throne, I had an obligation to attend along with my family.
On that day, all the royal families, their bannerman, and all the citizens who could gather to the castle welcomed the newest King! I was seated with my Queen and our family, waiting on the ceremony to begin. Soon, the King of the Ravens and the High Elder approached the dais and the ceremony began. The double doors opened and the prince came forward dressed in the colors of his house and looking more grown up than I'd ever seen him before. I felt something inside me stir as he passed by, and I caught myself thinking he looked quite handsome and that he'd really grown into himself.
It had been a spectacular ceremony and as I watched him kneeling before the High Elder to accept his crown, I felt pride for him. He'd come a long way and from my understanding, he was loved and respected by the people of his Kingdom. The people were very happy to have their prince ascend to the throne.
Finally, the crown was placed upon the prince's head and he rose as a king! As he turned to face the cheering crowd, I was suddenly hit harder in the gut with how much the young man had grown. He wasn't just handsome. He was stunning and beautiful and that smile shined so bright as the High Elder declared him King! I applauded along with everyone, smiling and happy for him. As he cast his gaze over the cheering crowd, his eyes suddenly met mine. I felt like I couldn't look away and for a moment, neither could he. I caught the tiny blush that touched his cheeks as he smiled more before looking away with a touch of shyness. At that second I felt as if a zap of electricity hit me in the chest; like lightning but somehow it felt like the sweetest pain in the world. I'd been attracted to people before but not like this. Something told me this was special. I hadn't come with the intention on courting and wooing this man, but if just a glance was that electrifying? Heh, I'd be an idiot not to try. One thing I knew for certain? I was going to ask him for a dance.
It didn't take very long and soon everything was set up for the new king's Presentation. The tables were spread out and chairs rearranged and the dance floor was sectioned off. There were some musicians off to the side finishing setting up as a buffet of delicious food was served up. But my focus was on the young man who was standing with his family and receiving many hugs and congratulations from his loved ones.
Traditionally, Presentations begin with the young man or woman presenting themselves to the single royals and nobles with some sort of demonstration that represents themselves. Many people resort to singing but some people play instruments or can paint or recite poetry. This new King, however, was known for being a phenomenal dancer. So when it was time for the Presentation to start, I was not surprised to watch as he took his mother's hand and guided her to the center of the dance floor. The music began playing a upbeat ballroom waltz. Together, mother and son moved across the dance floor flawlessly. It was clear to see they had amazing dancing chemistry! The King moved in a way that showed off his mother's ability to move yet still managed to shine all on his own.
As they danced, my eyes followed how the young King moved, how his body dipped and shifted with each step. It was as if I had a small beast inside me, crouched and patiently waiting for the opportune moment; a predator stalking its prey.
Once their dance ended, his mother hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. The pride and joy on her face was so beautifully palpable. After a moment, she stepped back and curtsied to her son before taking her leave. It would have been easy to step up at that moment and claim the first dance. However, I chose to wait. I watched as the new object of my affection received the attention of a young Lord and was asked for a dance.
Even as I was joined by some of my own friends a short time later, I let them talk amongst themselves. I watched as the young King danced with many young ladies and a few young men. It was clear he was the best dancer out there but he always smiled and had a kind word or two for his dance partners whether he led or let himself be led. I studied his likes and dislikes by how he reacted to his dance partners. He got along with everyone but I could tell he wasn't really connecting with anyone. Remembering that moment after his ascension and how our gaze met, I could feel the beast within my chest purring with anticipation.
It was about an hour into the Presentation when the King took some time to walk to the buffet and refreshment table. While he was there, he was congratulated by a few friends, all of them laughing and smiling. But even as he joined in the conversation, I noticed his gaze wandering my direction before he caught himself, quickly turning his attention back to his friends. After catching him doing it again a few minutes later, I decided it was time for me to make my move. I waited until he was finishing up his punch when I began to make my way over.
I drew upon all the confidence I could muster as I stepped up behind the handsome man I'd found myself so suddenly drawn to. Was this even normal? It felt as powerful as lightning! As he stepped away from the refreshment table, I licked my lips and smiled warmly before clearing my throat to gain his attention. Hearing me, he began to turn to see who was requesting his attention. As soon as he laid eyes on me, they lit up and the sweetest smile spread across his lips. I smiled more as my gaze met his. Once again, that warmth spread from deep within my chest and my inner beast purred happily.
"Good evening, Your Majesty. Would you do me the honor of joining me for the next dance?" I asked, my gaze never wavering from his even as I bowed before him. I extended my hand in offering and he didn't hesitate to extend his hand to take mine. A soft chuckle escaped him as he responded, "I thought you'd never ask." As soon as our fingers touched, I drew him closer and gazed into his eyes with a smile as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "Make me move, Lion," he urged me, a hint of challenge in his gaze. A chuckle rumbled deep in my chest as my hand took his waist and I murmured, "With pleasure, Raven."
Now that he was in my arms, I had every intention of keeping him there. And the way he was looking at me, I knew he had every intention of letting me.
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Thank you to Vin Raven-Mysterious/Be My Mannequin? Pose Store for posing with me! Be sure to check out his phenomenal photography in People In Photo!
Zooey Deschanel SHE AND HIM
Virgin Mobile Festival
August 10, 2008 Baltimore Maryland USA
Pimlico Racetrack
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Toxic Fumes
Something pretty crazy happened down here recently. A thief was being chased after hitting a jewellery store. He ran into the storm drains and jumped down a sewage vent, all out of breath breathing heavy the dude probably died within ten minutes from toxic gasses. Just waiting for him to turn up at a sewage treatment centre... But he got away.
Great couple of days with depth and plug.
First time anyone has painted to the top on this wall!
Bad Taste Krew 2013
Lewa Downs
Kenya
East Africa
Black rhino browsing on the small bush with the green leaves below him. Some of my best images on my trip were taken of this black rhino.
Black rhinos are browsers that get most of their sustenance from eating trees and bushes. They use their lips to pluck leaves and fruit from the branches.
Except for females and their offspring, black rhinos are solitary. Females reproduce only every two and a half to five years. Their single calf does not live on its own until it is about three years old.
Black rhinos feed at night and during the gloaming hours of dawn and dusk. Under the hot African sun, they take cover by lying in the shade. Rhinos are also wallowers. They often find a suitable water hole and roll in its mud, coating their skin with a natural bug repellent and sun block.
Rhinos have sharp hearing and a keen sense of smell.
Black rhinos boast two horns, the foremost more prominent than the other. Rhino horns grow as much as three inches (eight centimeters) a year, and have been known to grow up to five feet (one and a half meters) long. Females use their horns to protect their young, while males use them to battle attackers.
The black rhino once roamed most of sub-Saharan Africa, but today is on the verge of extinction due to poaching fueled by commercial demand. Approximately 3,100 individuals left.
The black rhinoceros is classified as Critically Endangered (CR) on the IUCN Red List and is listed on Appendix I of CITES.
For conservancies, national and private reserves that hold any rhino, the key to ensuring the survival of their populations is the provision of adequate security.