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We all know frogs go la-di-da-di-da, they don't go mm, mm, ahh. One daylight LED lamp and three LED spotlights, edited in Luminar and macOS Mojave.
Just to let you know I'm still there :)) (and so are some flowers and butterflies in my garden)
However, the potted flowering plants are going on holidays tomorrow :) /
Simplement pour vous dire que je suis toujours la :)) (de meme que quelques fleurs et papillons dans mon jardin)
Cependant, la plupart des fleurs s'en iront en vacances demain :)
Young birches, I walk among them. They grow almost attached to each other, as if seeking refuge from each other to grow big. Now in the fall, they gather the leafy greens back into their trunks to strengthen themselves for the cold winter. I want to strengthen myself too, as I walk past them, I touch each one's smooth body. I believe and hope that some of their vitality and warmth will be transferred to me. For the winter.
ICM, one single exposure.
👱♀️🎧 Somewhere Only We Know (Keane)
UPDATE JUNE 14TH.
DEAR FRIENDS, PLEASE PRAY FOR DEAR MAG. SHE'S IN A COMA SINCE JUNE 5TH.
THE DOCTORS DON'T KNOW WHY IT HAPPENED.
I'M IN VACATION NOW.
I'M SORRY THAT I CAN'T COMMENT YOUR PHOTOS NOW.
WHEN I CAN I USE AN INTERNET CAFE.
THANK YOU.
HUGS.
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I'M SORRY MY FRIENDS, BUT THIS PHOTO WAS DELETED, IT'S THE SECOND TIME IT HAPPENS.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND. IF SOMEONE HAS AN EXPLANATION PLEASE TELL ME.
I HAVE A NEW MAC COMPUTER , AND I UPLOAD THE PHOTOS DIRECT FROM MY I PHOTOS TO FLICKR, BUT NOW I'LL DO FROM THE FLICKR UPLOAD. IT NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE IN MY OLD COMPUTER.
THANK YOU DEAR FRIENDS.
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission. From THE Book That Dreams.
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Your Best Shot 2017 - Light - www.flickr.com/photos/flickr/galleries/72157689104576172/...
Pic by Pammy
Black n White
You know the words "once upon a time"
Make you listen, there's a reason
When you dream there's a chance you'll find
A little laughter, or happy ever after
You're a harmony to the melody
That's echoing inside my head
A single voice
: Single voice
Above the noise
And like a common thread
Hmm, you're pulling me
When I hear my favorite song
I know that we belong
Oh, you are the music in me
Yeah, it's living in all of us
And it's brought us here because
Because you are the music in me
Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
You are the music in me
It's like I knew you before we met
Can't explain it
There's no name for it
I sang you words I've never said
And it was easy
Because you see the real me
As I am you understand
And that's more than I've ever known
To hear your voice
Hear your voice
Above the noise
And I know that I'm alone
Oh, you're singing to me
Ooh, yeah
When I hear my favorite song
I know that we belong
You are the music in me
It's living in all of us
And it's brought us here because
Because you are the music in me
Together we're gonna sing, yeah
We got the power to say what we feel
Troy: Connected and real
Can't keep it all inside, oh yeah
Troy: Ooh, yeah
It's brought us here because
You are the music in me
I know most of you seem to prefer the coloured version when I post both, but the B&W is for my 365 project, which I have decided to do entirely in B&W (apart from one blue one...) - it is a challenge to get the conversion looking just so!! I am enjoying myself with this project! 365project.org/peterscherub2/365
• Beth Hart • Baddest Blues •
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My love has come along
My dream's become a song
My days are bright and sunny
Funny why I'm so blue
The man is like a drug
Humiliating and I can't get enough
Love and all it's splendor
Has surrendered it's every blow
Bad is the blues that I know
If this is love
What was I thinking
If this is love
What the hell am I, am I gonna do
And that man has got me sinking
To the bottom of the blue
It's what I choose
Love is the baddest blues
The joy versus the pain
No my joy it ain't the same
So I'll put it plain and simple
Just like front page news
Love is the baddest blues
Love is the baddest blues
If this is love
What was I thinking
If this is love
What the hell am I, am I gonna do
And that man has got me sinking
To the bottom of the blue
Guess that I lose
Love is the baddest blues
Yeeaaah, we know Dante didn't have tats and gauged ears. Who cares?
I have been creating original characters for most of my life. Many have stuck with me for over twenty years and been far more fleshed out. One of them, my Undine, Itai, gets paired up with a nephilim later in her life. I had never really created much about him aside from the idea of him.
After the DMC reboot, I started to envision him more like Dante from this version of the game (despite that so many I know hated the reboot). So until I manage to flesh that character out more, you can either picture this as that nephilim or as Dante. Either way, yum.
ʟᴀɴᴅɢʀᴀғғ | ᴜɴʜᴏʟʏ ᴇʏᴇs
ᴀᴠғ |ʙᴇ ʙᴏʟᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ
ʀᴀᴋᴇ | ʀᴀʟᴘʜ - ғᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ʜᴀɪʀ
sᴠᴘ | ʜᴀᴋɪᴍ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ
ᴋᴀʟʙᴀᴄᴋ | ʟᴀᴢʏ sᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ - ғᴜʟʟᴘᴀᴄᴋ
ᴏʀsɪɴɪ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ | ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ʙᴇɴᴛᴏ ʀɪɴɢ
JUNK FOOD Galore!
"Kid Picnic Tables" - comes in 5 different color options or just go fatpack cause you never know when little princess is demanding a princess party. Plenty of sit and bento animated kid options, unlike you see above including eating and drinking. Available now in-world and on MP.
Junk Food MP:
@http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Junk%20Food/205/27/36
Also shown from the amazing peeps at Junk Food are "Little Chugs" available in 7 flavors and passable to friends. "Lunchies" in Ham & Cheddar and pizza flavors. And "Pizzeria" with all kinds of fun content. In summary just go where the fun is and get over to Junk Food, they are always "Open Late!"
Junk Food In-World (New sim, it's like Disney but for foodies!):
@http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Junk%20Food/192/72/36
Junk Food MP:
@https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/150026
Junk Food on FB:
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Junk Food Flickr:
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I know it's not the best image quality but i was wondering if there's a name for such a particular cloud formation....??
I had to get up very early on Friday to drop off my wife at the Portland Jetport. I took advantage to that to stop and take in the sunrise over the Portland harbor. The structure is what remains of a railroad trestle for the Grand Trunk Railroad dating back to the late 1800's, In 1984 it was badly damaged by a fire and had been left in that state until a year or so ago when the section on the right was removed as it had become quite hazardous to boat traffic. I did not know that part had been removed and was rather disappointed to find it missing.
I know this man
Who is dear to my heart
Suddenly one day
It was torn all apart
This man taught me everything
That I needed to know
But I never really listened
Until he had to go
He gave me love
And touched my life
It's all over now
He no longer has to fight
He tried to teach me
Right for wrong
The day he left
I wasn't that strong
He is gone now
It is hard to believe
This man is my dad
Who I will never see
But I will see him again
This I know
The day will come
When it's time for me to go
So, I'll hold him dear
And close to my heart
Cause the day we meet
I know we'll never be torn apart.
I know this is not the best shot because of the comp. I was on a backstreet in Woodstock ON and saw this and shot it quickly. Cool huh?
Happy Window Wednesday
I know...it's just a Robin; but it's the first one we've had in our yard! And this bird is a sure sign that Spring is just around the corner now. It was so nice to wake up and hear the singing of our Spring time friend Robby.
As you know, tattoos have been around for a long, long time dating back to the antiquity of the Egyptian Pharaohs. People have been using different inking styles for many years. However, there are different and unique flower tattoo design ideas to commemorate an specific event in your Second Life or to simply add beauty to your body.
Chest tattoos for women on the upper side are beautiful locations on the female body that attract attention. Tattooed body parts have become new trends in the whole fashionable world.
Case in point. check out this gorgeous BOM Howlett Design's Angel Floral Chest VII Tattoo. I am also adorning Howlett Design's Butterfly Belly Tattoo to complement the butterflies in my hair. Additionally, I am wearing Alge's Fish Eyeshadow in Pink to pair flawlessly with the beauty and magic of these wonderful tattoos.
The Howlett Design's Angel Floral Chest VII & Butterfly Belly Tattoos and the Alge's Fish Eyeshadow are available at the SWANK Hollywood Glam Event this month. Come see the fabulous new creations there!
Taxi to Event:
I think everybody should know by now, that I don't really do macro photography, just close-ups, mostly with Legoes.
The macro abilities of my "camera" are ridiculous. This is as close as I can get, the original, uncroppped picture is still 9cm wide, 14mm more than allowed for the Macro Mondays group.
But since I assume that this is some kind of test, if those three inches (or 76mm) could be narrowed down a bit further, I decided to participate, just to show you lot that it's a big NO!
Although I wish I'd had better optics, especially for the low light conditions of north-german winter (which is dull grey with the occasional rain), I prefer having a small camera in a pouch on my belt, rather than carrying big chunks of equipment.
Toy Project Day 2363
I know! It’s that time a year again when the bonnets are out in force, as a flower I regard them as a weed, but as a subject for a photo or 50 I love them. There are a couple growing up through a garden bench, this is one of them, expect a few more photos in due course. Thanks for stopping
[Eternus] Yoshiko Set FULLPACK
Compatible with: - Legacy+Perky+Bombshell - LaraX+PetiteX - Reborn+Juicy Rolls+Waifu
all info in the blog
I know my mind and I have made my choice.
Not from your temper does my doom depend;
Love me or love me not, you have no voice
In this, my portion to the end.
Your presence and your favors, the full part
That you could give, you now can take away:
What lies between your beauty and my heart
Not even you can trouble or betray,
Mistake me not – unto my inmost core
I do desire your kiss upon my mouth;
They have not craved a cup of water more
That bleach upon the deserts of the south:
Here might you bless me; what you cannot do
Is bow me down, that have been loved by you.
-Edna St Vincent Millay
I know you are sitting there quietly waiting for me to take you for a walk... And you come to lick my hands now and then for fear I may forget that royal task... :)
You are Maximus Gorky The Pug... :)
Ya'll know it's Flyday! How could I not post one? This is a female Dance fly, differentiated from the male by the dark band between the eyes. The name Dance fly comes from their erratic movements while in flight. Their courtship involves the male presenting a dead fly to the female, and mating does not take place until the female accepts and eats it. Usually found in moist areas, they feed on smaller insects. They are also referred to as Dagger flies, because of that sharp piercing mouthpart, seen here below it's bright red eyes. 2-image handheld stack.
Happy Fly Day Friday. Jan 14/22
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I know it's been awhile.. But we have been busy..We are setting in Richmond VA heading out in the morning to Laredo TX... After my sons wedding I hope to be back up and commenting on all your beautiful photos.... Have a great weekend...deb
They say the sea turns so dark that
You know it's time, you see the sign
They say the point demons guard is
An ocean grave for all the brave
Was it you that said, "How long, how long
How long to the point of know return?"
Kansas "Point of Know Return" (1977)
Long abandoned on a the sea of prairie near Prophetstown,IL.,there have been attempts to get this architecturally significant farmhouse on the state's historical list so funds will be freed up to restore it. But it seems the attempt has fallen short,and the point is very near....
youtu.be/bO28lB1uwp4. - Creedance Clearwater Revival 🎶♥️
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“I know he's around,
When the sky and the ground start in ringing.
I know that he's near,
By the thunder I hear in advance.
His words, his words alone,
Are the words that can start my heart singing,
And his is the only music that makes me dance.”
Lyrics from “The Music That Makes Me Dance” written by Bob Merrill and Jule Styne from the musical “Funny Girl” (1960).
The theme for "Smile on Saturday" for the 6th of June is "musical instruments", and when I read the theme, the lyrics from the Broadway musical “Funny Girl”, based on the life of American comedienne and singer Fanny Brice, written to showcase singer and actress, Barbra Streisand’s vocal and comedic talents, came to mind. I happened to have a still life that I think is suitable for the theme already: one featuring a pair of rather eccentric designer shoes and a violin borrowed from a musician friend of mine. In order to highlight the beautiful instrument, I have processed the photo in selective colour. As “The Music That Makes Me Dance” is a romantic song about unrequited love, I decided to leave the pink roses in the still life in colour as well. I hope you like my choice for this week’s theme, and that it makes you smile!
The shoes that feature in this still life are stilettos from the 1950s in pristine condition. The heel pads are leather, whilst the toe of the shoes are bleached snakeskin hand painted with black dots and finished with a black grosgrain ribbon.
The purse in the foreground is a hand beaded example from the late 1910s to early 1920s, made of black faceted jet beads.
The glasses on the tray are faceted crystal from the 1930s, whilst the decanter of port is from the late Victorian era. The soda syphon is from the 1920s. The silver tray and lidded silver serving dish are late Victorian.
People pass me by on my imaginary street
Ordinary people, it's impossible to meet
Holding conversations that are always incomplete
Well, I don't know
The school was first... 1878, the church was next 1907).
This is one of several churches in my village... there is a Church of England church in its own grounds.... this is the Methodist church... the building is shared by the Salvation Army... they work together... up the road there is a church whose meetings are held in the YMCA building...
In my view (purely a personal view)... On Portland, as our faith fails and changes, the churches come together. They are part of the community that already exists and central to my mother's generation.... the churches grow by focussing on the needs of the people regardless of faith.... I do not know whether their numbers grow... but they are part of our community first...
I know that the cracks in this asphalt appeared before the plants poked their green stems up to the sunlight. However, I do appreciate how small plants will appear through concrete sidewalks and asphalt. The roots of the plant will take advantage of existing microscopic cracks. New cell growth takes place at the tips of plant roots. As the root system grows and develops, these tips act as feelers, seeking out the path of least resistance for expansion.
"... I'm not allowed in the kitchen sink. But it's fun & I get LOTS of attention!"
Since she's been ill, I'm happy now when she does anything naughty or plays like a kitten again.
Happy Caturday!
Oh and a recommendation, check out the movie Boyhood by Richard Linklater. Best thing I saw in a very long time!
I know what you're thinking......where is the bloody lighthouse.....normal service will be resumed shortly..........
Anyone that knows me, knows my huge passion and love for boats, ships and tugs.
The Ku'ulakai is by far my most favorite tug.
This beautiful old girl is being lovingly refit and moored in the historic, fishing village of Steveston.
Located in Richmond, BC
Canada
KU'ULAKAI Tugboat c. 1944
(Ku'ulakai meaning: Hawaiian Fishing God)
Her history: as per online sources: (Unverified)
Built:1944
Length: 111.9
Gross Tonnage: 301
Used as a Tugboat all along the West Coast of BC
Ku'ulakai is said to be the only intact Mikki tug in Canadian waters.
Builder: Northeast Shipbuilding, Quincy Massachusetts, USA
According to onlines sources, this tug was built as a wooden Mikki US Army Tug - LT465, and used by the U.S. navy during the Second World War to tow damaged ships from the Pacific back for repair.
Online information also reports that later on in life, she was used by drug runners in the South Pacific and that in 1988 was seized by the Canadian Coast Guard for smuggling drugs out of China.
She was originally named: Lloyd B. Gore, decommissioned & sold 1946.
Please note* All information has been taken from online sources and has not been verified to be accurate.
I 💖 Steveston
Definitely one of British Columbia's best kept secrets.
Series: Steveston by Romance
Thank-you so much for all your views, comments and faves
So very much appreciated !!
~Christie (happiest) by the River