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At the time of sunset birds return their home. Somehow this bird has been late.
2015.10.11
sunday.
bring him home.
we went to watch the martian today at setia mall. this would be me watching for the second time in three days.
i had come to watch it alone two days ago the first time thinking that i would watch it first to see if the film is suitable for jie.
she had been kinda eager to see it for weeks after hearing the story line from me.
fortunately...it is ok for an eight year old but some parental guidance on the occasional swear words is required. so i did just that with jie before the movie.
i also warned her about the length of the movie and she said no problem i am able to hold my pee for two and a half hours. don't worry.
i also told her that if she was able to sit through. enjoy and understand the movie then she might be one of the youngest in malaysia to do just that.
'so they would give me an award and publish in the newspaper?' jie asked.
ha.
jie did enjoy the movie but only after her mother assured her that: yes they did succeed in bringing him home in the end.
sorry about the spoiler here.
at home after the movie...jie and i sat down in the front garden to sketch out the one takeaway image in our heads from the film.
bring him home.
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august. raya break. twenty thirteen.
jie would sleep in. i would do some work at home. we would have late breakfast together after she got up. i would leave her to her own devices while i go change.
i would drop her off at popo's and get into office really really late...around noon.
that was the pattern during school holidays.
jie had coco crunch for breakfast today.
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A Little history of Homer, Alaska and why it is so well known for photographing eagles. It is also quite well known as a halibut fishing destination and claims to be the halibut capital of the US.
Jean Keene, known as “the eagle lady” has lived in a campground on the Homer Spit since her relocation to Alaska in 1977. Jean began feeding a pair of eagles on the Spit shortly after her arrival. She worked for a seafood plant where she had permission to gather surplus and freezer burned fish for the eagles. After ten years, more than 200 eagles were coming by Jean's place for breakfast. Jean loaded fish into barrels and then into her pickup for the short drive home. Before she doled out fish to the eagles, she chopped them into smaller chunks making it easier for them to carry. Jean fed 200 to 300 eagles about 500 lbs. of fish daily from late December through mid April. This daily “gathering of eagles” became well known among the photography community. The opportunity to photograph eagles in a situation like this is quite rare.
Jean Keene, the "Eagle Lady" passed away January 13, 2009. She was 85.
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An ordinance passed by Homer officials to ban eagle feeding on the Homer Spit was to go in effect, but an emergency ordinance has allowed eagle feeding to be extended for 60 days following Jean Keene's death. Since eagle feeding had already began for the winter, wildlife officials agreed it might be best to taper off the feedings.
When my cousin from south Texas called and wanted to know if I was up for a trip to Alaska for what is most likely the last opportunity to photograph eagles under these conditions, I could hardly say no. Turned out to be an incredible trip with more eagles than you can imagine. I just wish I was photographer enough to do them justice.
I am pleased to introduce gift cards this holiday season and want to share the giving spirit of the season by offering the cards at 50% off thru December 16.
Thank you as always for your support of Galland Homes.
City festival in Hamburg St. Georg. Culinary delicacies of the finest quality and of course drinks. The bad weather doesn't bother anyone here
(...)
Eu amei as casas os recantos das casas
Visitei casas apalpei casas
Só as casas explicam que exista
uma palavra como intimidade
(...)
(Ruy Belo, Poemas Portugueses. Antologia da Poesia Portuguesa do Séc. XVIII ao Séc. XXI, Porto Editora, 2009)
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(rough translation)
I loved homes the corners of homes
I visited homes I touched homes
Only homes can explain that there is
a word such as intimacy
(Ruy Belo)
Home made, chocolate & walnut muffins. Yum!
And if that's not to sweet, you may also see some more at my blog!
These baggy linen pants are HOME for me.
I've had them for 4 years and they get better each time I reach for them. They are soft and perfectly worn in. No buttons or zippers, I can just slip them on and go. I always feel like "me" when I wear them. They are definitely home.
Home is also this chipped coffee mug I can't seem to throw out. It's been with me too long 😊
For an exhibition called 'Home'. Paticipating artists were each given the same template of a house to do their own design on.
... will be back soon, take care guys ...
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It’s where my heart is.
Sorting through fifty years of photos that were put in boxes to be dealt with later.
In August I visited Chatsworth - this is one of the photos I took on the day. Plenty of colour to see in the grounds, and the house is pretty spectacular.
been busy having house decorated & tidying lego as house now up for sale. alas i now have to try to keep my office this tidy until we move so will be little personal building for the forseeable future :( pictured is around a quarter of my parts collection, the built display models are stored elsewhere, hence bigger house needed!
Home! Orbital dynamics and our work schedule allowed me my first picture of Germany today. Is it really summer there?
Zuhause! Orbitaldynamik und unser Arbeitsplan ermöglichten mir heute mein erstes Bild von Deutschland. Ist dort wirklich Sommer?
Credits: ESA/NASA
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This eagle was sitting on the beach in Homer, Alaska. The Homer Spit is really neat piece of land that drifts into the ocean. There is one road in and one road out. People camp right on the beach and there is a fire that stays lit all summer long. During the day you can fish for Halibut, and later that night cook it over an open fire as the sun goes down around midnight. I am not a big fish eater, so I spent my time at a local Thai resturant. Some of the best Thai I have ever eaten, but the people with me thought I was a little crazy.
Taken with my Phantom 3 Pro
Furthest inland lighthouse in my Home town of Withernsea
Original song by myself 'I'm On The Road Again'
My virtual route home for the current weather panic got hung up. This lane is off Nimbus Road southwest of Logtown. Nimbus is a great name for the road should the Denver panic have held up. The winds are signifying the kinds of storms Colorado is sending east. This driveway could get really crusty after a two foot snow. Boy, that is a lot of plastic petroleum fencing. I was on my virtual way back onto the flats from the hills and found this private lane to another of the many prairie castles that now blight the landscape. This abode appears to be the carriage house. No, this is not my place. I would never put in this kind of upkeep to stroke my vanity like America's wealthy jihad.
Lefthand Creek accounts for the line of fall trees browning directly as seen in the background. The name may sound lame to outlanders but I'll explain yet again. Lefthand is English for the Arapaho name of Ni-wot. I assume that the father and son were left-handed. Each was a tribal chief. The son was well educated. Both were Indians you would gladly meet after a trek across the prairie. They would treat. William Bent of Bent's Fort claimed trappers called them "dirty stinkin'" Indians but he noted the Arapaho bathed daily while you could smell the trappers coming even if they were not yet over the hill. Ask the righties how easy it is to judge.
Looking at the blank sky, I am not sure I will get the five miles back home in time for the snow. The Denver TV weather panic was prognosticating a couple of feet of snow on Monday even though the last blast left little detectable snow. I expected some snow this time, but only on the grass. Midmorn and none was on the ground yesterday. The sun started to show but then came a badly ill wind. Well, back to autumn. Thanks Koch Bros.