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This is new, and I am actually quite fond of it. This is my friend who goes to my school. I took my camera with me to a National Junior Honors Society field trip. (Taking my camera made me feel pretty weird, but oh well.) We went to our state capitol building, the humanitarian center by us, and we went on a small hike to Ensign Peak. I felt pretty weird asking her to pose for me, but I think it was worth it.
P.S. It is hard to tell but it is overlooking Salt Lake City. :D
obviously a well documented bird!
The colors on the bands denote this bird's origin, although I do not know the color codes.
I know one of my birding buddies must know ?
um.... so yea i dont really know about this one. Knowledge=the lightbulb.
Wow i felt really samry. I spelled "knowledge" wrong the first time...
BUT HOLY CRAP! Im too excited to my saftey. Buzzfest is in less than 4 hours! as of now. (May 10th, 11:14 a.m) My brother was an idiot and pointedly told me to "not die". Now my mother fears for my life in the mosh pit. Thanks Scott. She's also afraid im going get attacked by a druggie or stoner or such... I'll be ok mommy dont worry love you :) I goy mi madre a Jack LaLanne juicer for mothers day. I made apple juice. it was yummy! :D
Who knows how to make love stay......?
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San Bernardino, California
As most of you know, with LA Franchising going on, Waste Management replaced pretty much the entire Sun Valley fleet within a few short weeks. The last remaining Diesels were sent out of service at the end of June just as the new contract started. Kevin spotting 203030 driving (not being towed) down the 210 on June 30th, and that same day, I went to the shop to check the status of all the old Sun Valley trucks. I noticed that almost every single old truck was still listed as "active" or "flagged for disposal", meaning that they were still around somewhere and not scrapped.
Yesterday, I was informed by WM's area fleet director that they were in fact sending the old Sun Valley units to UTE in San Bernardino, where they are being assessed, and the ones that can still be used will be refurbished and sent to other sites. Excited to see that, Kevin, Bryan, and I made a last minute trip out here to see what was at UTE. It was like seeing a mini Sun Valley yard!
Only trucks missing from here that haven't been scrapped are:
- 205455 (WXLL/Wittke)
- 403899 (WhiteGMC Road Commander/Spartan)
-205975 (WX42/Wittke)
-207757 (MR/Leach)
Thanks to Kevin and Bryan for tagging along for the trip!
1 year after the Rhino's attack
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"You know, you really should just stay inside."
It was the third time this week this kid had pulled a stunt like this. Although this time, he had caused an accident.
"Call my lawyers then cop."
I couldn't take his shit anymore.
"Look you little street punk, I WONT throw you in jail, I'll shoot you right here..."
"Kaine." said my partner Jay.
"Right. Get in the car."
The kid started walking towards the car. Then I saw Gwen coming down the street, with a smile on her face.
"Uh oh, someone's in for it." Jay said with a smile.
"Shut it Jay. Hey do me a favor, and lock him up please? I'll be there in a second."
I walked towards Gwen. She was practically running now.
"Hey what's up...."
I didn't have a chance to get an answer. She hugged me. Then when she was done, she pulled something out of her pocket. I read the note.
"What is this Gwen? A list for.... baby supplies?"
"The doctor said the words K! She said we're having a baby!"
Kaine felt dizzy, and then happy. He picked her up and spun her around.
"This is great!"
Jay signaled it was time to go.
"I'll meet you home tonight, alright? Start getting those things so we can build them."
She walked off dancing. It was a great start to our year. Nothing could possibly ruin it.
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Look, all you have to do, is just calm down Mac.
Iron Spider was trying to calm Electro down. He couldn't have him wiping the main frame to the SHIELD files.
"ME CALM DOWN? HOW BOUT YOU STOP TRYNA HIT ME?"
Fair enough.
Iron Spider took down his guard.
There. Happy?
"... ok. Just don't let them test on me again."
No problem.
It was too bad it was a lie. The SHIELD agents took Mac to the ground. He was screaming liar the whole time into his cell.
"You did good Iron Spider." said Fury.
Yeah. I know. Hey, do we have any threats on the street?
"No. Since Kaine left everything died down."
You know, I've been meaning to talk to him...
"Spider, he wanted us out of his life. We're out."
I just need to speak with him. Seriously, we were bonded for quite some time. I'm talking to him.
"He's having a kid you know."
The Other thought about that for a second.
That might not be good.
"Why? Babies are good."
No, it's not that. Look, I just have to talk to him.
"Fine. I need you here when we take out Electro..."
His name is Mac, you know.
".... Mac out of his cell again."
I'll be here before that.
The Other flew away, while Nick Fury watched him. He smiled.
"No you wont."
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"Why are you here." Gwen asked.
I've been meaning to talk to Kaine.
"Come back later. He's not home. Look, I'm really happy you're here, but Kaine... Kaine is really set on having a family, and that doesn't include you unfortunately."
It's not about family. It's about YOUR child.
Gwen looked shocked.
"What did you do."
I'm not sure. Kaine might still have some of my blood in him, and that could...
"Harm our child."
The Other nodded.
Gwen started to swell up. They've waited for this for SO long, and now to hear that their baby might die?
"Please... Leave me and my family alone."
The Other stood up, and walked to the door.
"Whatever you think I did Gwen, it's probably not true. Just know, I'm always watching over you two."
With that, the Other left. When Kaine eventually got home, Gwen decided to keep it from him, so he wouldn't be afraid of the procedure. No matter what, Gwen was having their child.
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*memory wiped. system failing.*
An eye twitched.
*function: undetermined. survival: 75% chance of death.*
An arm moved.
*system back on line. welcome back peter parker.*
The figure moaned. It hated hearing it's name. It knew it would never be like it was.
ALIVE.
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Hoped you guys liked this one, it seems that I want Kaine to have a family, so here is the blueprints. Comments are always liked!
"PERCHE' SOLO CHI SA CHI E' STATO PUO' SAPERE CHI E'"
"FOR ONLY HE WHO KNOWS WHO HE HAS BEEN CAN KNOW WHO HE IS"
di/by Raffaele La Capria, "La realtà della finzione", Elzeviro Le strategie della letteratura, Archivio del Corriere della Sera, 4 settembre 2006
Ogni istante è il prodotto di ciò che viviamo.
Siamo il prodotto di ciò che abbiamo vissuto.
Ciò che viviamo oggi acquista il valore che ha in rapporto a come siamo vissuti.
Un istante di vita emotiva profonda oggi può essere inestimabile, perché poggia su tutto il nostro passato.
Ciò che vivo oggi, nel modo in cui lo vivo oggi, posso viverlo solo oggi.
Every instant is the product of what we live.
We are the product of what we have lived.
What we live today takes on its value depending on how we have lived.
An instant of deep emotional life today may be priceless, founded as it is on the whole of our past.
What I'm living today, in the way I'm living it today, I can only live today.
Leggevo un brillante articolo di Raffaele La Capria sulla relazione tra le parole in poesia e sulla capacità del poeta di dare spessore reale ad un'immagine che nella realtà è mistero, fatto di singole parole isolate. Perché "questa relazione tra le parole il poeta la intuisce, fa parte della sua ispirazione, del suo sogno".
L'articolo termina con queste parole folgoranti sul sapere chi siamo.
Mai vero come oggi, per me: momenti di inattesa consapevolezza.
I was reading a brilliant article by Raffaele La Capria on the relation between words in poetry and the poet's ability to make an image real even though in real life it is a mistery made of single isolated words. Because "the poet grasps this relation between words; it's part of his inspiration, of his dream".
The article ends with these very words about knowing who we are.
Never as true as today, for me; moments of unexpected awareness.
Sulawesi, Indonesia, 16 agosto 2013
Perugia, Italia, 17 settembre 2014
Hey guys! I know you all have been wanting me to update a few older items to the legacy (m) body, It's extremely time-consuming to update these items but I wanted to do a few for everyone. I updated the Street knee pads, Zain Suspenders, Essential Todd Harness, and the Chainlink Harness. Necklace. These items will have a white arrow icon to symbolize they've been updated to Legacy (m).
If you have purchased these RECENTLY these should be in your Caspervend purchase history.
Visit the In-world Re-delivery Terminal to redeliver or go to the Marketplace Purchase History to redeliver your purchase if you've purchased it there as well.
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PS. still working on the Shawn Ultimate socks update!!! it's coming soon I swear! just tons of projects to do ♥♥
I know you’ve suffered
But I don’t want you to hide
It’s cold and loveless
I won’t let you be denied
Soothing
I’ll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
You trick your lovers
That you’re wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine
Please me
Show me how it’s done
Tease me
You are the one
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Please me
Show me how it’s done
Trust me
You are the one
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
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Abandoned Abused Street Dogs.
And Ya Know What ?
I'm gonna lick your face ...;-)~~~
And he did, Mama help out too.
They pinned me down, licked
my ears and licked my toes,
then ran off laughing at me.
I tell ya, I get No Respect,
No Respect at All, None !
Well maybe a little bit ;-)
Mr Boney Baloney is doing fine
with stitches removed, new gauze
and bandages.Cone is still in place
until Saturday when bandages and
cone will be removed by me .....;-)
Today will be spent gathering
dog supplies for Fridays run
back to The Monkey Temple.
Did I forget Thursday ? No,
that day Mr SideCar Man
and I will be repairing the
computer cuz it's dying !
Baby Mickey is also doing good
and he never even flinched when
he was given is last rabies injection.
Pumpkin The Bumpkin watches my
every move around our place. There
was another cobra behind the house
yesterday that she and Boney chased.
Can't believe Mr Boney did that while
still wearing a cone, but he did.
Like I've said many times. -------
"Good Snake Dogs are worth their
weight in Gold, and then some".
Thank You.
Jon&Crew ;)
Please help with your temple dog donations here.
www.gofundme.com/f/help-for-abandoned-thai-temple-dogs
Please,
No Political Statements, Awards,
Invites Large Logos or Copy/Pastes.
© All rights reserved.
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i know its another shot from the golden gate bridge.... again! but what can i say.... i love this city and i love this bridge!!!! i think it is just fantastic how it always looks so different there because of the fog!
i hope you enjoy my first black & white shot of the golden gate!
Chapter 7
The Daring Kind
She must have been able to read the discomfort in his eyes, assuming her actions had left her lover speechless.
She appeared happy to accept that for an answer and backed away, still smiling smugly, towards the staircase.
The diamond dangling from the coronet was still flashing its Morse code-like flickers, tapping the message to him that signalled, come get me!
Happily, she tapped his cheek, then turned and disappeared back around the corner with a swish of her gown, trilled affectionately to ‘Gaston” as she did…
“A most welcome home darling Gaston!”
He then heard her say merrily from her hiding spot...
“You have till the count of 25 luv , so get a move on”.
He stood there, jaw opened wide beneath his mask, his eyes had watched as her gown had wispily whipped around the corner behind her, whilst listening as she was giggling quite excitedly to herself at her cleverness!
He just didn't know what to think.
So of course, He obediently followed her directions.
“Bloody “ell” he muttered, thinking, had he just had fallen into a cat thief’s wildest dream!
He opened the door to the green satin wrapped damsel’s bedroom, and pulling out his torch, lit its pencil-thin beam.
Wishing only now that only the real Gaston didn’t decide to show his mug and spoil all the fun!
Once Inside, the torchlight quickly found her oak jewel case on the mantel of an old stained oaken dresser.
The high case matched the dresser and drawers below it perfectly, and it appeared that it was all uniquely Chippendale!
It sat across from a matching four-poster, with a sea blue satin coverlet and matching silken sheets.
“Nice of her to point out where her jewels are kept!” He thanked the clueless girl!
He swiftly went over and began opening the many drawers of the jewellery case, or jewellery coffin as some would churlishly call it!
The thin light of his torch lit up a sinfully copious display of jewels, note quite as valuable as the ones discovered in the master bedroom, but it was a damn close race all the same!
He happily began pulling out the drawers and sliding the prettily flickering contents into an already bulging case.
Rudely discarding the empty drawers unceremoniously upon the floor.
The lady he hoped, would appreciate the dedicated “realism “that this’ Gaston’ of her’s was going to put into her play, and he was just the person to make it realistic!
He reckoned this with a rather nefarious smile spreading upon the bearded face, covered by its thin black mask.
At that precise moment, he heard the door creak slowly open….
She was coming in quietly, and soon the lady proved her mettle to be quite the actress!
He heard her gasp behind him as he continued on his work!
“ No, not my jewels, Do anything to me but don’t take my family jewels!”
He turned around to face the damsel, holding the pearl filled final drawer in his thin black-gloved hand.
She stood there with her left hand to her mouth, while her right ringed gloved fingers played with her necklace. The diamonds flickered quite as she held it up!
She then teased, delighted at his captured attention! …
“You want these, do you not Mister Burglar, I can see it in your eyes!”
Looking upon her, he tipped the drawer full of pearls into the black bag, then dropping it empty onto the pile strewn about at his feet.
Then he eagerly, purposefully, moved towards her, lustfully eyeing the pretty victim’s savoury jewels.
She shivered as if she read his mind, that he would take her jewels and flee into the night with them.
But she was not ready to have him do that, so she commanded him in a softly brisk tone…
“Not yet!”
Putting up a nicely ringed finger to indicate he should come no further!
Surprisingly to himself, for he had no real reason to listen, he obediently stopped in his tracks to await her next command.
As it turned out, he was soon very glad he had done so!
Then he eagerly, purposefully, moved towards her, lustfully eyeing the pretty victim’s savoury jewels.
She shivered as if she read his mind, that he would take her jewels and flee into the night with them.
But she was not ready to have him do that, so she commanded him in a softly brisk tone…
“Not yet!”
Putting up a nicely ringed finger to indicate he should come no further!
Surprisingly to himself, for he had no real reason to listen, he obediently stopped in his tracks to await her next command.
As it turned out, he was soon very glad he had done so!
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Chapter 8
One must be Methodical
Dropping her hand, she questioned him…
“What have you forgotten to do, my dear thief?”
He stood still, hoping she would just obligingly tell him what to do next.
She happily did so...
“My closet! Gaston your always forgetting any good burglar worth his salt checks a damsel’s closet for brooches and such left on by ladies far too lazy to remove them from one's party frocks. I swear Gaston You would make a horrible burglar in real life. You would positively starve if it were not for being directed by someone like me!”
She chortled at her wit.
He just smiled, thanking her inwardly for being ever so much a big help to her poor Darling ‘Gaston’!
He turned to his right and headed straight to the closet, curious as to what he was expected to find inside?
Opening the door, a long floor length mirror was revealed, allowing one to see into the interior of the bedroom behind him.
Including the reflection of his most helpful victim as she stood there in all her jewelled and tight-fitting emerald satin attired glory!
She keenly watching his progress with an eager interest, as he stole a look at her reflection, muttering happily to himself…
“Best get this over with quickly, then attend to the lady and her finery!”
He turned to look back inside, and was met with a designer like an assortment of colourful dresses, gowns, and other fancy attire!
A quite nice, if not downright beguiling, display of soft velvets, slinky silks, sleek satins, frilled lace, and shiny leather.
He quickly began his task at hand, letting his thinly gloved fingers feel through the wonderfully sleek fabrics for anything hard and metallic.
On one velvet number he felt something like a necklace around its top, he pulled it out, but disappointedly it was a rhinestone collared frock.
He tossed it onto the bed and resumed his search as she could be heard softly giggling behind him...
“Nope, nothing on that one, but don’t quit just yet!
He stole a glance at her from the mirror, then he turned back into working the closet.
The glance revealed that his ‘mentor’ was watching him eagerly, her whole being quivering in anticipation head down to spiky heeled foot!
He fingered a satiny white ruffled blouse, he decided he had better keep tabs on this one, still not sure what exactly her game was all on about?
He muttered to himself…
“They were her jewels after all, weren’t they? Indeed, rather valuable for mere playthings!”
There had to be something inside here!
He thought as he let drop the satin blouse and plunged his gloved hands inside again and felt around.
This time he was rewarded by feeling a slight prick of something solid and sharp.
He pulled out a luxuriously long black satin number and saw it had two ruby clips attached to its bodice.
He held it up to the mirror so she could see.
she clapped gleefully, watching him pull free the ruby clips from the evening gown and casually flipped them into his bag on the floor.
“Well done Gaston!”
He looked up at her, as the slinky black gown was indifferently added to the growing pile on her bed.
He could see by her reflection that she was excitedly eating it up.
Then she suddenly resumed back into her character of being the hapless victim.
And began to miserably plead…
“Please mister burglar don't take everything of mine! I am sure there is nothing more inside!”
He smiled, wondering how she would react when she eventually found out that indeed, she was a hapless victim of her game!?
Turning his attention once again to her closet he moved aside the hangers, revealing a set of shelves set in the back that contained a nice selection of sensible shoes, wedged pumps, glossy spiked heels and designer style purses.
One purse caught his ever-appraising eyes, a small gold clutch with what looked like (and probably was) a diamonded clasp!
He pulled it out and tossed the expensive bugger into the bag.
“Oui , Good eye Gaston! It's almost like you were a real thief.”
She gurgled this, shivering in delight, as her earrings and necklace flickered along with her figure, like uncontrollable wildfires.
He watched the enticing show from her reflection in the handy door length mirror.
Then he turned back to the closet.
For, as he was moving the dresses over to look into the shelves, his eye had caught sight of a black leather jacket with a belt studded by what must have been a thousand rhinestones.
He now pulled it out and searched its pockets, mainly to tease her a bit further, for he imagined that “Gaston” would do such a thing!
So, he was utterly surprised when his gloved fingertips felt something cold and a bit weighty in a side pocket!
He slipped it out and found he was holding a solid gold cigarette case, which he added to the ever-growing collection in his bag!
His “Mentor” trilled as he did so, exclaiming with happy surprise...
“I had wondered where that had gotten off to luv! The matching lighter should be there too!”
He reached back in, and there it was, as well as a small ivory and ebony gold ringed cigarette holder.
Both of which quickly joined their companion in the now bulging bag.
He then pulled off the shimmery belt.
Even with rhinestones, it was worth a pretty penny he reasoned.
As started to pitch it into the case, he heard the Lady helpfully exclaim in the background, a good idea she said excitedly.
“Save that for when you tie me up to take my jewels!”
Shaking his head, why not? he tossed the belt to the helpful lass’s feet…
Thinking he was quite finished with the closet as he held the leather jacket, he for no rhyme or reason, took the time to hang it back up rather than adding it to the pile on the bed.
But It was as he did so that something, a most decidedly not rhinestone something, flashed in the dim lights in the gap that had been made where the leather jacket had hung!
He eagerly reached in and pulled out a lovely long brown, silky soft, liquidly appearing gown.
Holding it up triumphantly, he looked down at the dazzling sparkles of a magnificent gem-encrusted brooch that was suspended from the gown’s wide centre waistline.
“Good show Gaston!”
She exclaimed in the background.
His eyes left the brooch and looked into the mirror at her.
She was clapping, rings and bracelets, earrings and Coronet, the whole lot, erupting into a million pinpricks of fire as she did so!
He felt his manhood rising precariously as he looked her over, feeling the effect, even from this distance, her primitively carnal arousal!
She eagerly continued, spilling her emotions into her words!
“Mon Mari, I was going to tease you later if you were to ‘ave missed that one, and I was sure you were going to!”
“Tsk!” he said to himself. wonder what the teasing part would have entailed!
At the same time his mind was picturing this, he automatically, without taking his eyes off the mirror, pulled off the brooch and nonchalantly pocketing the breathtakingly pretty jewel before throwing the scintillatingly downy soft feeling soft gown onto the shiny pile already laying strewn about the bed.
It flashed through his mind that the fancy dresses strewn about could have been the striplings from that many jewel encrusted maidens, like this one, and what a delightful haul that would have been to carry out!
Savouring those thoughts, he turned once again to focus his attention, on the rather all too helpful Miss, his eyes traveling unabashedly up and down her figure.
Time was a-wasting!
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Chapter 9
Wasting Time?
He eagerly started to move towards her...
“Almost!”
She said with a giggle, her flashily ringed finger raised again, stopping him as he had started to move towards her as she admonished him…
“Not quite yet! You forgot the most important part of burgling a lady’s chamber! “
Again, he stood staring, not quite knowing what the devil this peculiarly eager to be robbed damsel in distress was going on about now!?
But quite recent experience told him it should be to his thieving benefit to take more precious time and hear her out!
So, he stood questioningly waited to hear what the most important part was?
Which she then, quite helpfully, spelled it all out to him…
“You didn't check the lingerie drawer, Gaston! Any real burglar would have done so!”
He observed her winking at him …
“Come along Gaston l, get into your role my darling…!”
He looked at her, smirking to himself…
“Indeed, lady, I will!”
Curiously He turned and looked down upon the drawer in the stand next to her bed.
“No silly, still in the drawer beneath my now pilfered jewel case!”
She was looking down mischievously at the Drawers set in the ancient oak antique Chippendale dresser.
He turned, hesitating…
Should dear Gaston know which one it was?
He decided to just start at the top and began opening them one by one and pray he did not invoke her to start having any doubts as to his true nature!
He went over and started to pull open the top drawer.
She could be heard giggling in the background…
“Moved it on you didn’t I from the last time!? “
Her most welcomed words relived a bit of his anxiety, the gig was still not up, she still hadn’t guessed that he was the real thing, and not some love lost Beau sadly burdened with the moniker of Gaston, of all things!
“Ahh, there you go my darling!”
She said as he opened the next…
The drawer was found to contain, as promised, piles of wispy thin satin and silks, in all colours of a shimmering rainbow! Curious as to what further riches he was meant to find, he greedily swirled the expensive lingerie about, soon finding a pile of glistening silver all carefully laid out on one side.
A silver brush comb and matching mirror, all studded with jewelled handles, and a pair of silver handcuffs!
He lifted the jewelled vanity pieces...
He had once drooled over a similar set discovered in a museum's case!
“Oops, she giggled, forgot those were there, just leave ‘em luv!”
But he continued to place them into the case at his feet and was surprised when she did not protest.
Instead, she said reasonably…
“But of course, they are jewelled, just be careful with ‘em please my darling?”
Buy then he was already curiously looking inside, lifting the handcuffs…
He heard his victim give out a hoarse moan behind him!
The handcuffs and keys he lifted and threw on the satin comforter of the bed, wondering how many times she and her Gaston had put them to use?
He picked up the now quite hefty leather pouch and looked over at his smirking victim.
“Come mister thief!”
She instructed lustfully …
“Finally time to do your worst!”
“With pleasure” he murmured to himself, studying most hypnotic swaying of her long jewelled earrings…
“To all my just gratification, Madam!”
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Chapter 10
Lusting Gratification
He came over from the fancy oak dresser and finally stood before her.
The lady’s head came up to his chin, her pretty face looking up with innocence, into his.
She was smiling most provocatively, one hand still holding the clasp of her cloak, the other resting upon the shimmery brooch pinned onto the cloak over her right breast.
He, for no real reason, found himself wondering if the broach’s placement meant she was left-handed.
“Okay mister burglar, take me broach, I see your eye’ in it!”
For the first time, but not the last, he almost felt sorry for the show that poor Gaston was missing out on, but glad deep down that he, on the other hand, was not!
He reached down and pried her fingers from the brooch, and as he unpinned the precious jewel, she pushed against him so his fingers brushed against a rather perked, notably heaving breast.
Obligingly he allowed his fingers free reign to fondle her tits!
With a deep sigh, she listlessly allowed both her hands to fall to her sides as she leaned into him, her eyes turned upward gazing lustfully at him with her imploring hazel green eyes.
Huskily she murmured…
“That’s it, not too quickly now…”
He unsteadily managed to unfasten the broach, his fingers a bit encumbered by the game she was playing with her body as she leaned in against him.
Pulling it off, his fingers brushing her soft figure, he let the broach plop into the pouch at his feet…
He then reached up and undid the jewelled clasp of her long green satin cape, exposing is silvery lining… and finally revealing the playful lady’s gown as it lay in full glory down along her enticingly Horney diminutive figure!
As well as revealing her remaining ornaments, in all their exquisite glimmering glory!
Tongue-tied in awe; he watched the cape slither down from her arms.
She looked up into his face, lustful eyes sparkling with delight at his unbridled rapture at seeing her...
Though not for a second realizing quite what it was about her that had captured his total drooling interest!
“Cat ‘ave your tongue there laddie?”
She purred, her hazel eyes opening doe wide, offering no quarter as to their needful meaning.
He just let his eyes travel up and down the now fully exposed figure, quickly taking it all in.
He thought with satisfaction …
“The only thing that had more shine than those doe-like eyes were the diamonds that fell ever so dripping, ever so invitingly, from alluring points along down her scintillating figure!”
Her green satin gown was fitted to show off every delightful curve of her figure.
The bodice was not decorated by rhinestones or anything else that would have taken away one’s eyes from the jewels the wearer was sporting.
Those jewels consisted of a brooch equally as magnificent as the one he had plucked from the brown satin gown found hanging in her closet.
Besides, now could be viewed her long wide necklace dripping down to just above her visibly heaving breasts. The fine piece was set with blazing diamonds, smaller round ones surrounding a steady stream of larger egg-shaped ones that matched the one that hung from her forehead.
She smiled at his amazement.
“Gaston, you almost act as you have never seen these before!”
She scolded, while playfully lifted the necklace, letting it flow charmingly through her emerald green satin gloved fingers.
“Or are you really getting into robbing me, you naughty man!”
She let her other hand playfully pat the side of his mask.
For a second, he thought she was going to pull it up to kiss him, thus spoiling the game.
So, he quickly grabbed her by the wrists under the pretense of studying her rings and bracelets, thus successfully diverting her mind away from the thought.
“Ahh mister burglar, you want my pretties, I can tell, do you desire them more them Moi? One can imagine that you do! Quickly now, put yonder chair to use and ensure sure your victim cannot slip away whilst you wrestle the jewels from her very body!”
Liking this game more and more, he quickly fetched over the chair she was indicating.
Happy to oblige, it would make things far easier at the end he thought to himself with a dash of relief!
The chair was another sturdy Chippendale, Victorian-era straight-backed. Its' position, reflection in the closet door he had left open, would allow them both to watch from all angles. Dear Romeo ‘Gaston’ could not have planned it better!
He sat it down behind her and she started to sit.
He grabbed her by the wrists, keeping her upright. He looked into her wide-open eyes, yet she was the one smirking like the cat eyeing the canary in its cage!
“Good Lord he thought wryly. What did you get yourself into mate?”
she asked him sweetly, honey dripping with each syllable.
“What do you have in mind for your victim?”
He briskly turned her around and began to unzip her gown, feeling its slick material, quite luscious even under the thin gloves he wore.
“Good show Gaston!
she chirped in approval…
“Make your victim feel vulnerable!”
She kicked off the gown and it fell in a pile on the carpet, with the brooch on top, sparkling like a lighthouse on top of an Irish island of shimmering green. She was looking up at him, clad only in a scant mint coloured silken slip that hung delightfully tight against her now quite overly perked figure.
She stooped down giving him a purposely good view of her ‘fin arrière’, tightly outlined by her silken thin slip. She reached down and retrieved her cape, covering the cold oak back of the high-backed chair with it and slipped onto it, too fast for him to react.
“Damn! He had planned to nick that pretty cape with its expensively wrought clasp as well!”
“But he reasoned, all is fair in love, games, and theft!”
He went over and undid the satin sash of her green gown, eyeing the brooch, but not taking it...
“Not yet my pretty!”
He said to himself with promise, as he slipped the sash off.
He turned back around, again she was still smirking like the cat that had now caught the canary, though this time it looked like she had bloody thing in her mouth. He looked down at her gloved hands, the bracelets were there, but judging by her now bare fingers, it was not a canary she had sucked into her mouth.
Without letting on to her mischievous game, he went behind her and she quite helpfully placed her gloved hands behind the chair, her fingers beckoning, trying to get him to notice her missing rings. But he had other ideas for that part of her game…
And it did not involve Gaston snogging ‘er to get at em!
He employed the sash by tying her waist to the chair.
He could feel her shiver deliciously from her head to toe, squirming playfully in the chair.
Then in her throes of passion, she almost slipped off the chair, made slicker by the cape upon which she perched, sitting in an equally slippery slip, and he had to catch her and pull her back, feeling her shiver pleasurably as he held her.
Her dangling earrings were flickering like mad throughout the show, beckoning quite invitingly in his face as he was kneeling, causing him to shiver in much the same manner as her.
He then rose and going to the bed picked up the set of the handcuffs. Going back, he held her eyes steady with his, as she tried to come across as if she was imploring him not to do it, the rings hidden in her mouth preventing her to speak out!
As he approached, she kicked off both of her emerald rhinestones covered spiked heels, playfully missing him.
He smiled at her mischievously, going around and handcuffing her wrists together as she squirmed!
Then he came back around, and bent down in front of her, his hand reaching back and snatching up the rhinestone belt from her leather jacket.
He reached down, and taking an ankle in turn, strapped them both securely together!
She was not going anywhere without dragging the chair with her!
He had kept the keys on the bed, she could reach there to undo herself, but he was planning to be long gone before she would manage to accomplished that feat!
She was now ready, bound up the way she was, to be mercilessly stripped of the rest of her jewels!
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Chapter 11
The Subtle Touch
He went down behind her and she arched back in an attempt to watch what he was up to!
He looked over at their figures image in the mirror, her coronet, necklace, and earrings vividly sparkling in the reflection, like fire on a distant mountain he thought drooling with anticipation…….
He methodically decided to start with her Bracelets….
Holding her left wrist with his left hand, he let his right-hand travel up her squirming figure till he reaches her breast. Cupping it he began to with a slipping motion, massage it through her thin satiny slip.
She curled her figure against her bindings, closed her eyes, and began to whimper and moan lustily, opening her mouth just enough to keep her rings hidden inside!
As his right hand subtly pleaded her breasts, his left hand travelled down to a cuffed diamond bracelet. He began rubbing it up and down her gloved wrist in sync with his right hand, eventually worked it open and slipped it off from around her wrist, tossing it neatly into his pouch.
He repeated the performance on her right wrist as she continued moaning in total satisfaction.
If she noticed her twin bracelets were being removed in the process of having her breasts massaged, she did not appear to care.
Then, playing along with the lady’s game, he fruitlessly felt for her rings, hearing her muffled giggles above him as she squirmed.
“Mmmm,” she said, through gritted teeth not being able to open her mouth due to her rings.
He could see that what she was unable to voice, it was readable in her expression, reflected from the handy mirror!
Then he moved his hands, grasping her by the silken sides of her slip, and began to tickle her mercilessly, she started to uncontrollably giggle, then stated to sputter, finally letting loose with a gasping laugh!
This sent the three sparkling rings she had been holding inside her mouth, spinning out and plopping onto the green silk of her lap, where they slithered down between her knees!
“Dirty Play, Gaston!”
She admonished, snapping her legs closed to hide the rings, tears in her eyes as she laughed out her words…
“That wasn’t how… !
He hushed up her words by quickly plunging his gloved fingers down inside her slip, grasping and kneading her breasts in unison
Her whole being tingling with the exquisite pleasure, made her forget entirely how she had wanted him to play the game with her rings!
But he was now entirely in control of the situation, and she felt her whole figure limply wilt under his command!
He left his right hand inserted down her slip to carry on with the task, subtly extracting his left to then run fingers through her long blonde, luxurious feeling hair, pulling it back behind her head, where it hung down in a gold coloured silken mass!
Figuring if he did, she would lean right back to look up at him!
Which is exactly what she did, playing right into his trick!
Her eyes, though, were still tightly shut, as her focus went off to some erotic location, as she was reeling in the vivid pleasures of her game.
Her green satin gloved fingers tried to adjust her bonds so she could reach back out behind her, and he knew for what and responded appropriately by rising so she could reach her objective.
Then it became his turn to be the one moaning softly through gritted teeth…
He silently thought, while groaning inwardly…
“Easy on the family jewels there, missy!”
“Oh, My Darling Gaston!”
she responded, apparently, hopefully, waiting for a response.
He gave her one, though not verbally…
He leaned against the backside of the chair, getting as close to her as he could!
She began to grope quite furiously and he thought of a monkey he had seen once in the city zoo doing one such number on a banana.
He was also finding it increasingly difficult to keep his mind on the task at hand.
So, he pulled away from her grasp a little, allowing her fingers the barest of touch!
He then gently pulled back her blonde hair, and quickly started caressing her now sweating earlobes, taking advantage of where this lady’s reeling mind was otherwise occupied!
Slowly, carefully stroking up and off, he pulled out the gold hooks attached to her sparkling earrings from each pierced ear.
Freeing both of her lovely long earrings in turn and letting them drop, glimmering into his leather pouch!
He kept on caressing, deeply thrusting his right hand in and along her breasts for several minutes taking precious time with the task as to keep her mind away from what he was accomplishing from behind her trussed up back.
Meanwhile, his left hand moved up into a new position.
Her entire being was squirming, so enraptured and enthralled, that she never even felt him picking up the ends of the thin coronet: lifting oh so carefully, each end of shiny gold braided ends that were woven into her hair, and began gently lifting out each one free!
As he pulled it delicately away, she did not even miss the egg-shaped diamond as it stopped brushing against her sweat glistened brow!
Once he had freed the shimmering piece, he eagerly lifted to admire it!
She broke his trance by purring, opening her eyes as he quickly hid the jewelled coronet!
“Well, my Gaston! I can feel you desire me again, my darling! It has been quite a long time for you also!”
But though she may have felt that something growing between her captor’s legs, she had no inkling that he had been busy lifting her pricey jewelled headpiece!
Nor did she now hear it being dropped in the pouch at her foot!
So, oblivious that her earrings and coronet were gone, the bound, satin slip clad lady, quite seductively began murmuring these words as her fingers continued their gentle free play between his legs.
“You want me don’t you luv!”
She asked this seductively, wistfully as her eyes opened wide and looking up into his, catching him hovering over her, his eyes from the slits in his hood, looking down upon her.
He had stopped fondling her breasts with his right hand and placing that hand on her shoulder was looking down upon her with lust-filled eyes!
But she was entirely misreading the object of his also lustful gaze…
She again closed her eyes with a heavy sigh!
As his eyes went to what he now really wanted from her!
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Chapter 12
The Fondling Theft
He smiled as he looked down upon her throat, watching the diamond and emerald necklace moving up and down in conjunction with her heavy breathing!
For the small fortune in diamonds, dribbling nicely down as her throat was arching back in her ecstasy, was sending a rippling cascading fire of colour from its’ gemstones!
This was, for the most part, the blame for a stiffly obvious condition of his John Thomas!
“Kiss me, Gaston!”
The enraptured miss cried out yearningly at that point.
In her bliss, his victim moved open her knees ever so slightly, uncovering several small glittering objects!
The rings! He had almost forgotten all about them!
Seizing the moment, his hand had delved down, then up in between her legs!
He pried open wider her legs, finding no resistance atoll.
He then obliged her sweet fantasy
As her thoughts of being kissed vanished into the aire in a fit of convulsive ecstasy.
She screeched, her whole figure thrashing against her bindings as the intensity of sparking feeling erupted from the sensitive area he had invaded!
He reached into her lap, his fingers plunging in against her silken slip, scooping the rings inside, inserting two fingers, pushing inside a portion of her slip with the bundle of 3 rings, deep up within her vagina!
Her whole being exploded into enveloping, exquisitely painful jolts of pleasure as her long waiting orgasm took full effect.
He had ardently moved against her and he felt her fingers curling around his manhood, he pulled away quickly before she could cause him some pain from a reflecting grasp!
“Gaston,!” she screamed her eyes closed shut tight in pulsating ecstasy!
He had begun groping about inside her vagina, searching inside the slip he had pushed up for the rings that were laying somewhere there, unseen!
He soon found and scooped out each glittery ring one by one, pushing them deeply up and into her pulsating “Labia Majora”, before pulling them from the now damp silk and tossing them each neatly into his bag.
As he pulled out the last ring, along with her now wet portion of slip, she said, her voice hoarse with expectations,
“Sure you found everything mister burglar Gaston?”
He reached down and randomly pulled up her hairpiece from the top of the glistening pile in his pouch and dropped it down between her legs.
She opened her eyes, looking down
“When did that fall off?”
Forgetting her hands were bound, she had tried to feel up for her hair…
Like she had done with her rings, she firmly clamped her legs tightly over the jewel, extinguishing its flicker as it laid there shimmering brightly!
“Not part of the game, luv… I borrowed that from Lilly, silly! “
She giggles at her rhyme, light-headed from the lingering effects of her prickling arousal and orgasm!
He smirked, thinking!
Hmmm, where is this Lilly, and is she another one wondering about, wearing the good ‘ice’ this evening? But, back to the job at hand!
He bent down and tried to open her knees…
She resisted, struggling against her bindings as she tried to work her hands-free to stop him!
He hoped she was still playing her game, and not having second thoughts about it.
It could make things rather unpleasant!
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Chapter 13
Pleasant Reflections
But apparently, the gig was not up yet!
For an old memory had been invoked back to her conscious mind.
With this thought, she said lustily, her dry throat cracking her words…
“Ah yes, you are right my dear Gaston! Recreating that time in the film we were watching, when a thief lifted some jewels from those ladies at a party, after promising them he was reformed!”
“Yes Gaston, you remembered that game..!”
she said with a sultry gasp, before uttering one last word.
“Except …”
He froze not sure if he should follow-through, not wishing to upset any apple carts of fantasy she was expecting.
Then she went on….
“I should have told you that the Tiara was out of bounds, of course, you wouldn’t ‘ave known it was mine, being absent for so many years…!”
He looked down at her and saw that she was again watching him with some queries.
Was she having some doubts as to what game was being played?
he was curiously wondering?
He removed his hands from her leg!
She sighed happily!
“Thank you, you are a gentleman as well as a thief! Dear sir!”
He then reached up and lifted her necklace, fingering its beckoning lure.
She said nothing...
So apparently, this beauty was still in play!
it was time for the coupe de grace!
He eagerly contemplated as he eyed the magnificent necklace, the last and best piece of his victim's worn jewels.
He again grasped her breasts, fondling them through the silken slip with his right hand.
Whilst his left travelled up her slick backside, reaching the back of her throat, and her necklaces’ jewelled clasp!
Using two gloved fingers, he neatly popped open the clasp and watched as the two ends fell open and hung down over her shoulders.
Curious as to what reaction she would give,
She did not disappoint
She quivered and moaned, then, began choking out the words in quite in a seductive, huskily hoarse-voiced manner.
“Gaston, Mon Mari!”
Her eyes were glazed over, reflected in the mirror, wide open with crazed excitement!
Suddenly an epiphany of an idea enters his head
letting one ned of the necklace noticeably drag up and over her shoulder, he released his hold, with a cascading fiery slither, it fell inside between her heaving breasts.
His right hand still fondling those breasts, he felt the necklace and worked it past so it slipped further down, landing in her lap!
Her diamonded necklace had joined its jewelled mate, the forbidden fruit, the jewelled coronet!
He then did the job properly, feeling along with the outside first, then reaching inside and giving great attention to all of her sweet spots.
Finally reaching the bottom, he again located her clit and began to manipulate it!
“Oh good, lord !”
she exclaimed, pleasurably leaning forward as much as her bindings would allow
As he fondled and groped, going all out to give her already intensely aroused figure as much over stimulation as possible!
Said figure, which had been ratcheting impulsively during the entire performance, now shot straight rigid as his fingers began once again searching the area between her legs!
She let out a piercing squeal as he hit home several times.
And as she closed her eyes tightly with each plunge of his right hands’ fingers finding their mark contorting her figure into exquisite convulsions, he took the opportunity to reach in with his free left hand and grabbed the now unprotected jewels from her lap!
As he pulled her jewels free, she slumped back into the chair, her whole being exhausted from her ecstatic struggles!
He slipped the shimmering strings of diamonds, necklace, and coronet, down on top of their pilfered, glittering mates…
Quite a haul he thought as He looked at her body, eyes clamped shut, still grasping to control her pinnacle reached desires!
She never even noticed that her borrowed headpiece had also been scooped up along with her necklace as he had quickly, unobtrusively also taken it to be deposited inside his bag
He went over to the piled green gown laying on the floor.
Lifting it he carried it over to his victim.
Holding it up he watches as the dazzling brooch was reflected in her, now open, slightly glazed over, doe wide eyes.
He slipped off the jewel, mindlessly pocketing it with the other, as he laid the gown reverently out over her lap.
Her only reaction was to close her eyes and groan happily.
“Okay Gaston you win, she murmured huskily, now untie me!”
“This Gaston did win!
He thought smirking to himself as claimed the now weighty pouch from the floor!
He began to stroll briskly towards the bedroom door exit, preparing himself for when she would realize the truth and start her desperate pleading.
It didn’t take long he heard her exclaim from behind his back before reaching the door…
“Hey, Gaston ! Where do you think you are going, lad?!”
“I said game over, no didn’t I ?!
She must have been looking down, for she began to bleat on like an annoying lost lamb…
“And you give me back that Tiara, it is not supposed to have been part of the game!”
He spoke aloud for the first time, lecturing…
“It is more of a Coronet than a Tiara my sweet!”
The burglar boldly closed the door behind him, distinguishing any further comment from the now indignantly squealing young, distressed Damsel.
He retraced his steps out to the second-floor sitting room’s balcony.
Then made his exiting the way he had come.
Climbing from the ancient wrought iron fire stairs conveniently located down off the second-floor balcony!
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Ok we all know I am one.
The other day I was talking to someone about trans folk and the person i spoke to just didn't understand what drives a man to do as we do.
I must at this point say he has no idea ok he might have an idea but he doesn't know about Helen.
the discussion came about because he was talking about a wedding he attended. his cousin had married a lad who's brother was trans and had attended the wedding as his fem persona.
My friends comments were along the lines of "yeah he was wearing a dress and everything I just cant make it out" so I as did she look good but never got an answer. the conversation carried on with the norm trans comments like they we are all sea monsters and you read us a mile, so I said that I know a few and some or stunning! he laughed and said yeah I don't think so.
Well I had to do It showed him a few photos of one or two girls I know starting with the above photo.
His comment was " that's a man? yeah pull the other one" I had to laugh and confessed the photo was a red herring ( I had to lie to throw him of the scent ) just to see if he could tell the difference. Obviously he can't lol!
Funny thing was the one real woman amongst the few I showed him he said was defiantly a tranny.
Goes to show we can fool some of the people some of the time :-)
I give up!
After all these years battling the deer in my garden, I am ready to admit defeat.
I know there are ways to combat them, but you have to be at the battlefield site in order to win the war!
I came home from the shore to find they'd nipped off everyone of my lilies in the front garden, and they'd done a "clip job" on the tomatoes in the kitchen garden.....where Larry insisted they were safe because deer don't like tomatoes.
Tell it to the deer! Evidently somebody in the herd has developed a taste for them!
I know this has been done over and over (and a lot better than my lousy attempt) but I had to do it as it's quite symbolic of my day today. Georgia has been seeing a pead since she was 3 months old due to her failure to thrive (put on weight). She had an appointment today and when the pead saw her, she said, 'oh gosh, I think she needs a little hospital stay'. It's been 1 month since her last appointment and she actually lost 68 grams, this now takes her back to 4.3 kg or 9lb8oz and she is now 5 months ....oh gosh alright! Have no idea what lies ahead but I'm glad she & I will be getting the help she needs to thrive!
So, I won't be around for at least a week so stay tuned for the photos of my chubby bubby when I return.
I know that this is super shitty and super old but I just really wanted to upload something new to just let you know that I'm still alive and kicking. I'm so sorry for the super crappy photos lately and I'm trying really hard to try to get some new photos up on here but it doesn't seem to be working. I need to shoot something, anything really. Just to get back into the swing of things again.
I went to the beach yesterday afternoon for my friends birthday and the weather was so lovely! I'll upload something really lovely later on but now, I need to sleep (since it's 00:18am) and I have to get ready for an outing to the beach once again at 10am.
On the plus side, I won best portrait photograph in this Nikon inter-schools competition that I entered! I hardly even expected to be even in the top 50 really. This was so unexpected! 1 of my photos was chosen out of 100 entrants, along with 2 others. I'm just so ecstatic right now.
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Check out the link:
www.ormsconnect.co.za/2012/10/nikon-orms-schools-photogra...
She flew beyond the mountains
where none could see her cry
while such pain echoed inside her
and refused to show her why
She melted into woodwork
kept low the longing light
and sang what others taught her
and tried to do what’s right
There came a point of breaking
when the weight could bear no more
and the question burst out crying:
What was all the singing for?
At first so small and choking
a song emerged from this
as voice and pathways opened
from a place of unknown bliss
Her heart had found its homeland
filled with peace and happiness
that gave her strength and courage
to face her pain and stress
The tree of life alive in her
now had a chance to grow
where generations gone before
bore pain they could not show
From that place of endless songs
she raised her voice to bring
the blossoms back into full bloom
to feel Eternal Spring
GF 12/17/2020
An exploration of four generations of my matrilineal family line through collage while honoring their journeys, their sacrifices, their dreams both fulfilled and unfulfilled. Reflecting on inter-generational pain and trauma, I consciously release those patterns which I may still be unconsciously carrying and in doing so add the image of a bird which to me represents the voice and the courage to express freely. Through artistic exploration, this voice finds its resonance and clarity. A poem pours through my heart reaffirming the unity of life and our capacity to retroactively fortify not only our story but also the narrative of others who do not or did not have a safe place to express their Truth.
I am a student of and meditate on the Four Eternal Truths as revealed in “Ancient Secrets of Success” by Tulshi Sen. Little by little, the unveiling happens and the way opens up to listen to the heart and give the mind its rightful place in my life. In the book, the question arises…if you don’t know who you are, then how will you know where to go or even where you can go if you don’t know where you come from?
Before studying these principles I would never have thought that making a collage and writing a poem can release so much joy and insight into my own life. My well-being and artistic explorations continue to flourish as a result of these ancient practices.
A Blessed Sunday my friend... “I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep.” -John 10:14-15
My 5 year old niece singing Blessed Be THe Name
Copyright© 2009 Kamoteus/RonMiguel RN
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Little did we know when we hiked this trail, that a few days later we'd be hiking on the north side of the same ridge. Anyhow, this is kind of a weird trail. You start right in Telluride and climb a mile or so up a dusty path overlooking the town and and across at the ski lifts and gondola. But, then you turn north and wander thru some gorgeous aspen forests till you finally break out high above with far-reaching views to the south and west. It's about 8 mi RT (3000' of gain) to the basin where we topped out at 11,800' ... too tired to finish the last 300' to the pass (it can be done as a 12 mi loop). It was a great conditioner and ultimately got us well acclimated for the Blue Lakes hike that we did later.
shortly after seeing this young American Kestrel on a country road that he would be taking a ride in the passenger seat of my truck. It was standing out on the road so I slowed down and creeped the truck up on the opposite side and thought he will fly any second, instead it put its head down wings still tucked and booked it further away. So then I am totally perplexed at this point and thought if I get out of the truck he will certainly fly if he is not hurt in any way, he did not. At that point I assume he is injured so I throw a shirt I had in the vehicle over him and whisk him up. Luckily I had a empty milk crate to contain him, so after I got him settled away, off we drove to the local wildlife rescue center. In between there and the rescue center I phone my husband to tell him I may be a little later getting back to town because I was currently driving down the road with a little Falcon on the passenger side!! Whaaaaaaaat!! lol!! Anyways when I arrived they get him into their Triage room straight away so they can examine what injuries there may be. Well they come out and tell me that he is not injured (which is good news!) but he is not able to fly yet and perhaps he could have either fallen from the nest or been grabbed and then dropped there. So now he will be fed and spend a little time with other Kestrels that are currently there and he should be released back where I found him once he is able to fly. It is so hard to know when or if you should intervene or just let nature take its course. Knowing he could not fly yet I think if he was left behind he most likely would have been eaten by something before tomorrow.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.
(Ronan Keating- Iris)
If there is one thing for certain, Rusty’s sniffer works well. He can smell his nemesis (a German Shepherd named Bear) coming from a mile away. So when is nose goes up I’m the air I know sois about to go down! 😆
I know you can't see them properly and it's a huge crop, and I know I've seen some awesome action shots of them on here recently that are far better than this but I was still the happiest person in the world when I saw them ! I was perched on the very end of the headland at Crantock in Cornwall, my favourite place in the world, watching the waves crashing on the rocks and hoping for a seal when I saw some splashing a long way out. I just assumed they were cormorants and nearly didn't even look through my binoculars, glad I did now ! I've dreamt of seeing dolphins there my whole life but never thought I would, I assumed they were bottlenoses but don't know if you can tell just from the dorsal fins, not sure if one of them's a youngster ?
I had some other nice surprises on this evening too, looking forward to catching up with what everyone's been up to over the next few days : )
' Dolphin Smile ' by the Byrds :
Norio knows that when I take his picture, he's always rewarded. Once in a while with a snack, but always with attention and being pet.
I know that I post a lot of stick carrying osprey, but I think that they are so interesting to photograph. They never seen to do the same thing twice.
I know this is long... but I really loved it.
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting in your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit in pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tip of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."
The Invitation
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Native American Elder
During spring migration season, I go into the woods from a different direction than the rest of the year. I enter on the Southwest end (Don, you know where this is) and walk North into the lower woods. This immediately puts me in tree lines most likely to have the songbirds.
The hike would take me through the entire lower woods. Two different choices here...one along the river shoreline, and the other through the middle of the woods, which is better for the birds in trees.
On this overcast day, a few opportunities...the previously shown Palm Warbler, and numerous Orioles. Not much else, though. This hike takes me to a stream too deep to cross without waders, so at that point I must clumb up a seven or eight foot gravel embankment to more across that stream.
In this part of those woods, the weeds are already knee to hip tall, and in another month will be almost impassable. I was pushing on through them when a red head popped up above the weeds, and began rapidly moving away from me. The head was bobbing up and down, forward and backward. I knew what it was, of course, and began photographing trying to follow.
Think of the raptors scene in Jurassic Park II...where they move in on the humans from all sides, through the tall grass. That was sort of what this seemed like. This turkey very quickly ran off...never trying to fly. I wasn't going to chase it, so settled for the shots I had gotten,.
This one is quite representative, and one of those photos which makes an otherwise routine outing a bit more special.
Yeah, you know how it is. She's that girl! The one who IM's your guy while the two of you are out shopping. And you're a goody two-shoes, smiling and being nice about it. Then you get a pair of killer shoes and suddenly you go all Christina on her ass. Gotta love those shoes.
(Thanks, Leia, for helping me out in the photoshoot! ummm, Sorry to slander you ... but the shoes made me do it!)
Breathe contest: Winner gets early access to the June Arcade. Deadline May 28th.
www.flickr.com/photos/daisaadmiral/34461999860.
Camera and Lighting:
Windlight Sky: London 2050
Pretty much as is except Leia does not have mesh hands so those are my maitreya bento hands pasted in with some color matching tweaking.
Setting:
Urban Street Scene by Scott's Fabrications
Me:
Pose: Hand on hip by Kaboom Karlfeldt
Belle Heels-Black M.Lara by Breathe
Leia:
Pose: Sleep by Ferran Brodsky
Face Animator by Laura Lyne Design
Asylum Leather Pants - Night by Barely Legal
Hopper Swimsuit Upper - Blackk/Gold by Barely Legal
IF bracelets full perm 4 cuir by Supernatural
Hair: Shout by Exile
Tango Mesh Breasts by Lolas
Angela Shape by WoW Skins
Michela Tan 01 Skin by WoW Skins
Luminous Eyes Raven eyes by Over the Rainbow
I know this scene, it is like the Delphi Fishery but I do not think it is, T. C. Kingsmill Moore, would know precisely. It is definitely associated with a fishery in the West of Ireland. We have the scotch pines, all the fisheries in Connemara seem to have them, I wonder why?
sharon.corbet won the race to identify the location for this photo, we are at Glendollagh House looking at Lissoughter Mountain or ‘Cnoc Lios Uachtair’ as it’s known in Irish, meaning ‘hill of the upper ring-fort’ it is situated between Lough Inagh and Recess. The Lake is known as Garroman or Glendollagh Lough.
Photographers: Frederick Holland Mares, James Simonton
Contributor: John Fortune Lawrence
Collection: Stereo Pairs Photograph Collection
Date: Catalogue range c.1860-1883
NLI Ref: STP_1508
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
I know this is weird. I just got my 7d and I was trying to get used to it before shooting a show and a wedding this weekend. I thought it looked sorta cool but I'm a little twisted haha.
Canon 7d 24mm 1.8
430exII bounced off ceiling.
As some of you know, I'm a member of the non-profit society, The Barbados Photographic Society. Part of our activities for members includes having field trips for members to go around the island exploring. . I decided to attend the trip to PEG Farms which is a working biodynamic farm and nature reserve located in the parish of Saint Joseph (the north eastern part of the island). And since that trip, I've been back a number of times. (They know us by name and instagram page now).
Exercise and fresh air are always restorative for body, mind, spirit and the creative eye. And if you have friends who are natural comedians, the time passes even better. And the best thing about going to the farm? Well, your $25 entrance fee is redeemable in fresh organic produce. Farm to table indeed. Check out their operation here: www.pegbarbados.com/
Nothing like starting a journey or a new path. I've looked at this image recently and wondered if I should post this one. I thought, it's a rough patch of the farm, with not many animals in this area. It's quiet really. Nothing special. Just a somewhat overgrown path. But it leads to some of the wonderful views that you saw before. Maybe that's life really. Rough patches interspersed with beautiful places. The unfamiliar, unknown and sometimes scary.....and places filled with familiar, comfortable, loving moments. What a ride. I should stop doubting myself sometimes.
To all of you, I hope you have an amazing weekend, wherever you are!
Read more about that morning trip in my blog post here, along with some advice on personal projects:
If you're interested, I've also made some video there: www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUGDN0-iROA
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Camera: NIKON D7200
Lens: Nikon 18-55mm G VR DX AF-S Zoom Lens
Shutter speed: 0.0008 sec (1/1250)
Aperture: f/4.5
ISO setting: 160
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This elderly couple were walking in the sunshine along the sea walk. He was leaning heavily upon his wife, as he was having trouble walking alone. It's seems to me a true love story among two people who help each other.
Noteworthy here, people of all ages, young kids to elderly and even disabled persons come out to walk on the sea walk. The consensus is that people in West Vancouver are the healthiest due to this. Kids learn at an early age to get out there when parents take them walking.
That's the Fishing Pier in the background, a popular spot to walk towards and watch!
A Pub Story (After the drinking Began)
Anyone familiar with my world in RL knows that a lot of my stories are based on the antics my twin Sister and I do in unique thievery infused role-playing games that we have come up with ever since we were young.
My sister has always felt a delicious urge to dress up in pretty clothes and sparkling jewelry, and an even more intense desire to think someone may want to steal her baubles.
I will argue( and we have had friendly ones over this ) that her drawing me into being a thief to her victim, was the key to me realizing my fondness overplaying the protagonist. Though she harbors thoughts that it may have been the other way around.
So that all being said. On should not be surprised at a recent occurrence at our local riverside drinking establishment.
Hailed as the Poet and Peasant Pub.
Incident at a Pub
Last Saturday I was just well into my 20th straight day of work.
With working 10 hours today(Sat) and have to go in at some point Sunday for 4, then 10 hour days all again next week, I was sure it would be a long while before I’d have any type of personal fun with family or friends, with or without drinking.
But then the Pub, my Twin Sister, and a certain diamond bracelet came to the rescue…
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It was Saturday in my 4th hour of a ten-hour workday that the texts started coming in from my mates to join them that evening for a dart match at the pub.
I didn’t want to, knowing I’d be here until 7 and have to go back in on Sunday. But they were persistent buggers and since the match started late I easily talked myself into accepting the invite.
I made it to the Poet and the Peasant pub at 7:30 just as the first team was up.
It was a rousing time, drinking, eating, and tossing the darts. I even managed to play decently for a change, I;e not missing the board once.
Before I knew it the clock struck 10:00 and my team was still in the thick of it.
Suddenly I was warmly grasped in a bear hug from behind.
Turning I found I was being mugged by my twin sister and …. then by my giggling cousin Michael(Micke)
The two sillies had been out at a dance and had been drinking, before heading to our pub to finish off the evening.
It was a nice surprise to see them there, in more ways than one.
My sister was indeed looking very pretty, wearing her scooped necked velvet dress, with rhinestone trimmings that looked smashing on her.
With her dress, she wore some of her collection of rhinestone diamonds. The set tonight consisting of long earrings, a bracelet, and a cocktail ring.
The decadent bracelet is something special, a real cracker that is dazzling when she wears it.
A five-strand diamond sparkler. The two outer strands were set with stones about 1 1/2 carats in size. The middle strand was set with 3-carat pear-shaped rhinestones. My sister bought it online at a site called Windsor Royal.
And it looked like something royalty would wear, granted theirs would be real and worth a cool million if not more.
Micke was also looking very cute, wearing a long-sleeved satin blouse with ruffles, gold mesh belt, and long black shiny skirt.
She had on wide gold chains, gold mesh earrings shaped like a kite, and no less than six gem-set rings.
Both looked a treat and soon had all us lads buying them drinks, which I believe was the point of my girl's plan for coming dressed like that and not changing after the dance.
Needless to say by the last hours before we had to be kicked out, none of us were feeling any pain.
We had been well into our third and final
Match when I realized the girls, who had been cheering us on, had disappeared
I shrugged it off figuring that they had just taken off for horizons unknown. Though it was a trifle odd they did not say goodbye.
I played my best, but my lads and I were losing the final match
When my last turn was up I plopped down on the couch to watch our final attempts. Merrick, our best player was up. But the odds were against us.
Then from out of nowhere, Micke plopped down next to me, I looked around but no sight of my sister, though I then heard her laughing by the bar in the next room.
Micke had placed her hand upon her raised knee, and I cast my eyes down to relish a look over her collection of sparkly rings.
The sleeve’s cuff of her satin blouse had slipped up, and I realized that there was a diamond bracelet peeking out.
How in the world had I missed that?
As Micke chatted on about something I was only half-listening to, I nonchalantly reached over and placed my hand on her arm. Then without her notice managed to carefully raise the sleeve of Micke’s satin blouse for a better look.
I then realized it was my Twin’s fancy diamond bracelet Micke was wearing?
“Clever girl, how?” I was thinking as I touched the sparkling bracelet and carefully cut into her conversation and commented to her as she looked down at my finger.
“Pretty bracelet....”
“It’s not mine silly twit, it’s Your sister’s !” She answered with a pleasant little twittering laugh
“Oh...” I answered in an open sentence with my best shot at a perplexed look.
Raising her arm and flashing the diamonds set in the bracelet, creating amazing sparkles as it was wrapped snugly around her wrist, she happily confided in me her story.
Apparently the pair, Micke, and my twin sister had been in the loo together to freshen up.
My sister had removed her bracelet and ring to have a wash-up after some of her drink had accidentally spilled on her hands.
On a lark, Micke, who had come up from behind, had touched Sis on the opposite shoulder, and as she turned away, snatched the bracelet up and got away out the door without being caught.
She had put it in and was now wearing it around as a teaser to my Sister.
“No worries luv, I’ll give it back to her at Sunday Service tomorrow.”
Micke told pacifically me, though I had no concerns that she would not give it back.
“The last call” came a friendly command from the pubs’ bar in the other room...
“Come on, “ said Micke, grabbing my arm
Go on ahead Lass. Meet you thereafter this last lad finishes his round
“Let the finale drinking now heavily begin.” She added with a challenge in her charmingly sweet voice as she swished away
I studied her thoughtfully as she disappeared around the corner.
My eyes traveled down the backside of Her shiny blouse and I caught a last look at her swinging arm.
Her sleeve covered the bracelet, but I knew it was there.
That was the problem
For now, feeling confident from alcohol I had an objective that was tickling my fancy.
The only question was how I would achieve it?
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Since Micke with a degree of cleverness had nicked the diamond bracelet from my twin sister, I would try and nick it from Micke.
I meant to acquire the bracelet from Micke and make it home without being caught out by either girl.
I had read in a short story once about a scoundrel who was determined to part a wealthy American lady from the jeweled necklace she was wearing, mainly because she was nieve enough to wear it out in public.
And now in an odd way, I sorta knew what that character had felt.
For me, it hopefully would not prove difficult if I could just manage a way to distract Micke.
I knew the clasp of that bracelet, having removed it from my twin on several of the role-playing thievery games/adventures we do.
Including one a few months back. Her favorite damsel in distress game; a role-play she calls help honey. This we had played about a month ago at the old cemetery around midnight.
My sister had worn a green taffeta bridesmaid gown recently picked up at the thrift.
With it, she had worn a nice collection of rhinestones, including the bracelet. Playing a princess who has been lured away from her prince, innocently not realizing the plot to lead her off was to rob her of the jewels she wore.
That had seemed a long while ago since I had had a bit of play and seeing Our Cousin Micke now wearing that bracelet had whetted my appetite to do some playing again.
My mind raced through a myriad of ideas.
Most of them ran the gauntlet of just silly to outlandish. None were clever.
I knew there was not much time anyway so I unhappily had decided to just shelve the idea.
We also had lost the match ...
I rose as we shook hands, then left to head to the bar for final rounds.
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Now I am writing this at 3 am Sunday, still two sheets to the wind, before heading to sleep.
Laying next to my laptop is my sister's diamond rhinestone bracelet…
The very one Micke had nicked and been wearing around at the pub.
Of course, once the loss is noticed I will be the prime suspect.
But my cell will be off all day at work tomorrow, so they will have all day to wonder and stew over how I did it before I can enlighten them to the fact that l was the thief, and decide whether or not to keep it a secret as to my method if they fail to figure out.
Oh, and let Sis know my ransom demands for its return... something quick and easy like her princess in green taffeta meeting the culprit, at the old cemetery to get her bracelet back.
Anyway, it was truly an inspired moment that allowed me to slip away the lovely diamonds unnoticed from around Micke’s wrist.
And a rather proud one at that, even if my victim was giggling silly drunk at the time.
Please read on as I brag on about it
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After Micke left, my mind was not letting go of wanting to acquire the diamond bracelet I now knew our cousin was wearing.
As the final drinking now heavily progressed, I could tell neither girl’s mind was thinking about the bracelet.
They were concentrating on giving out hugs to anyone buying them last shots. And both girls, dressed as such, were immensely huggable to the lads.
Though I will admit that it was with some protective trepidation that I felt over my sister being on the receiving end.
It was in the middle of this commotion that I saw Micke wrapping her arms around a shot buying lad, the bracelet peeking out from her satin blouse’s sleeve, that I had an inkling of an idea.
With really no thought or plan as to how exactly this would give me a crack at the bracelet, I sprung into action.
I quickly bought two shots.
Told the barmaid,with a wink, to tell my sister hers was from a lad named Shamus and that Micke’s shot was from Merrick
Merrick was alone practicing in the dart room. Shamus was at the opposite end of the barroom.
This would split the girls up, which was the first step.
Giving me the second step of Micke pretty much being separated from the herd.
As for the third step, I was merely hoping there would be one.
I am sure a professional thief would have already had all of the steps figured out, no sweat.
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The plan, however, began to work smooth as silk.
I went and stood next to my Sister and Micke as the barmaid approached us.
The barmaid served the girls their shots, gave them the message (winking back at me), and immediately the two girls split off.
Micke began to scurry, almost tripping over the hem of her skirt, over to Merrick, with me in close tow.
Reaching the surprised lad she grabbed and enveloped him in a tight warm hug, leaning heavily against him.
I reacted without any thought...
It took only seconds but seemed to me far longer.
Seeing no one watching us, I came in from around behind and pressed up playfully against them, with Micke’s hands at my stomach. I could feel her fancy rings digging splendidly into my skin, through the thin white turtleneck I was wearing, as I grasped her arms just above the elbows and pressed into her.
I slipped my fingers ever so nimbly down to her blouse's slick sleeve, and pulling the cuff of her blouse up with my right hand, exposed the shimmering bracelet.
As I held the blouse’s cuff up with two fingers of my right hand, I pressed my thump up into her arm to divert any focus of unusual feelings she may experience around her wrist.
With the diamond bracelet now exposed, it was a simple matter of locating the clasp, with my left hand, wedging my index finger in between Micke’s wrist and the bracelet.
Almost at the same time, I managed to quickly press my left thumb up against the hinge to release the clip and grasp a loose end as it separated ( thanking in my mind pretty Micke for not setting the safety chain).
And “Bobs your Uncle”, I had the fancy diamond-encrusted bracelet she was wearing slipped off from around her wrist and secreted in my pocket, easy peasy as you please. And thank you, Micke.
As I let go of her arm with my right hand, the white satin blouse’s long cuff slipped back down covering up the evidence of my dirty deed.
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That deed was done I talked to Merrick for a few minutes before I rejoined the girls, remaining cool as a cucumber over my secret.
They didn’t suspect a thing. And as I joined in with the final partying before closing, a perfect idea popped into my head.
I had been talking to Micke while over her shoulder watching my sister, and the long sparking earrings she was wearing. Thinking that if they had been real they would be worth a fortune, like her bracelet.
And how any thief worth his salt would have hated to pass them up, or her diamond cocktail ring.
Then it hit me, an idea of how if I was a professional thief, I could trick my sister, along with her diamond earrings and ring, into a trap.
Bloody hell, If I hadn’t to be at work the next morning I would have attempted it.
My idea had been to sneak out the back and using the pubs stationary, leave a note on Micke's car saying
Lady, I have your diamonds. If you wants them back it will cost you. Meet me at the churchyard.
The pair would have fallen into it, curious as to what game I was playing, as well as how I had taken the bracelet.
So when they showed up they would be met by the thief who would then rob the pair of the rest of their jewelry for being so gullible.
What a devious lot we play thieves are!
But it, of course, did not happen. Only the bracelet would be nicked from the fine clothed, pretty damsel this evening.
We all together left at closing.
I gave the girls warm hugs goodbye (inwardly smirking) and watched as they drove off in Mickes Italian made sports car
I turned and took the wooded path that led down to my cottage.
I lit a pipe and happily made my way home, placing a hand in my pocket and fingering the diamonds I had nicked, just because she had been wearing them out in public
I don’t know how the Valley of Dreams got its name -- perhaps from the German explorers who found it (joke! (the Germans seem to know more about the desert southwest than we natives do)) -- but it seems to me to be appropriate. It is an inaccessible place that can be reached only by driving down about 15 miles of dirt road, then a couple of miles of sandy jeep trail of varying quality, and finally half a mile of no trail at all.The view in this photo is looking north from the southern edge. Just over the hood of the car you can see the first stand of hoodoos. About half a mile beyond that one sees the second stand, and half a mile further north (where you see the red hills) is the third and most impressive area.
My truck can make it to the middle set. I was parked there, sitting in my folding chair in the shade of the truck and trying to wait out the late afternoon heat, when I saw on the horizon a large white panel truck. It was located near where I was standing when I took this photo. I watched it drive back and forth for a while and considered that it was probably a local rancher moving some cattle or horses, but it didn’t seem like the kind of truck for that purpose.
Eventually I lost interest in the truck and went to take some shots of the hoodoos behind me. Later I came back to my chair. I noticed a person walking toward me from the panel truck. He was far away and I had some time to speculate on his intent. I began to wonder if I should be afraid. This area is a checkerboard of patches of BLM, private, and Navajo land, each about a square mile in area. It’s so mixed up you can’t know for sure where you are with regard to property boundaries. So I wondered if the person coming toward me was a local rancher who was going to tell me to get off his property, or a crazed drug addict who would rob and murder me, or just another photographer.
As he came closer, I noticed that he was wearing knee-length shorts, which led me to believe with some relief that he belonged to the final category. Indeed, this was the case.
I rose from my chair as he approached and we shook hands. He asked me how I got my truck there and if I knew whether I was on BLM land or not. We discussed whether his truck could make it and decided that it probably couldn’t. He said that he would just have to carry his equipment from where the truck was parked on the horizon. He told me that he was getting footage for an IMAX movie about the Southwest. I offered to drive over in my truck and load up his equipment but told him I wouldn’t be available to help him carry it back. He declined the offer.
I told him that I was about to set up for a time lapse sequence during the night in the hoodoos behind us and hoped that we wouldn’t interfere with each other. He headed back to his truck and I went over the hill to set up my camera and get the time lapse started. Later I saw his truck moving again. After darkness moved in I didn’t see him or the truck until the next morning. As I was eating breakfast, I saw him coming again from his truck. He had a large shoulder pack. He told me that he had gotten stuck in the sand during the night and had to call a tow truck. He must have had a sat phone; I didn’t ask. I did ask about his equipment for shooting IMAX. He uses a Red Epic Dragon, a nice piece of equipment that shoots 6k video and probably costs more than my truck. He uses a Nikon D750 for star photography because of its low noise floor.
He said he was just walking around to explore the area. He had maps and instructions on how to reach promising locations. He knew about most of the prominent features that attract photographers to the area. I gathered that he would be in the area for some time.
After breakfast, I left for the Bisti area.