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Decorated for our cozy lifestyle in red, black and gold. Crazy about the red venetian plastered wall behind the TV. High gloss polyurethane makes it look like shiny nail polish. Up lights create stage lighting .
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Ruby doo, tolerating the reindeer ears. LOL
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{ december project!! } 24 Days Of Christmas! of Italian Girls Photographers / Fotografe Italiane
Cosa è 24DOC?!
24 Days of Christmas è un gruppo flickr creato dalla bravissima fotografa Manda { flickr.com/groups/24daysofchristmas } che si prefigge di fare un countdown del calendario dell'avvento (i primi 24 giorni di dicembre, che portano al natale) in "flickr style", scattando ogni giorno una foto a tema natalizio.
Ottava foto per il progetto 24 days of Christmas.
Ho lasciato Bologna e sono tornata a Canosa... Un po' di tristezza, devo ammetterlo... Ma la mia mamma mi ha fatto trovare i primi addobbi natalizi *.* e questo mi rimette di buonissimo umore! (oltre, ovviamente, al suo amore e a quello del mio cucciolo, Dylan!) Adoro questo carillon... si vede anche un po' la neve che gira nella sfera *_*
- 17 to Christmas!!! *_*
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Both girls thought they needed their "greens"...Smokey is eating the danglies from the Spider plant....Jessie is trying to do what the "big" girl is doing!...LOL...
Godinton is a comfortable, much-loved home; each room has a different feel, a contrast on a theme, not designed by architect or curator but for the taste and enjoyment of those who lived here over the centuries and now for visitors.
Tours of the house are led by expert guides unravelling the 600 years of history and revealing an excellent country house collection of furniture, art, porcelain and curios.
Enjoy delicious homemade cakes and refreshments in the old Billiard Room.
The famous yew hedge surrounds the formal gardens with the wild, Italian and walled gardens beyond, full of colour and interest through the seasons.
Events, courses and workshops are run throughout the year to be enjoyed by all. Godinton is an excellent teaching resource tailored to suit individual needs.
A working estate with lovely walks, close to the picturesque village of Great Chart.
www.historichouses.org/houses/house-listing/godinton-hous...
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oramai vivo qui da 2anni e mezzo... all'inizio è stata dura, ambientarmi qui tra gente un pò troppo chiusa ...
ma dopo è stata tutta 1emozione.. grazie a questa città,che mi ha dato l'amore, la felicità, la serenità.
che mi ha fatta crescere e maturare,e che ora sento un pò come casa mia.
This is another photo I took of Aimee Mann, when she
and I did an event for the Aspen Writer's Foundation is
beautiful Aspen, home of many older men in leather
jackets and cowboy boots with very young, very
beautiful brides.
As related previously, I wanted to take Aimee's photo -
with good reason - as she is both beautiful
and also one of the world's great singer-songwriters
(in fact, NPR listed her in their lexicon of
America's Top Ten Songwriters, along with Springsteen
and Dylan - for some reason, Sedaka was
excluded yet again) - (backstage, after the
Foundation director introduced Aimee and mentioned
her inclusion in this starry Top Ten, her
bassist said, "Top Ten? I don't know. Maybe Top
twelve...") - and so I wanted to photograph her.
But at soundcheck she did not feel too good-
the combination of the altitude and other factors -
so I held off, and decided I would bring my camera
onstage with me, and ask for her photo on
mike, so she would probably agree. Which she did-
and I took three photos - including the lovely
open-eyed portrait I previously posted.
But before I took that one, after I popped the
question, she said, "Right here?" I said yes.
And she clowned with me, and lifted the mike
in front of her face, and said, "Okay, here you
go..." And I took this one. Which I didn't think I
would like - but it shows her funny, happy side-
which most people don't know, since her songs
are often very sad and disturbing. (Many of these,
though, are based on jokes that she says people
often don't get.)
When I introduced her, before interviewing her
onstage, which was punctuated by her stunning
performances of many great songs, from "Heroin"
through "Save Me," to lighten things up a bit, I said
that not only did I admire her greatly, but have
proved this in the world by putting her in my
Top Eight on Myspace.
Without missing a beat, she said, "Yeah, but
where on your Top Eight? Am I near the top?"
I said, "Yes. There's Dylan, then you,
then Laurel & Hardy," which she liked.
It is made by cutting and folding a single piece of paper.
Remember to add a piece of color base paper to make the artwork more dimensionally appealing.
You are WELCOME visit our website to explore this wonderful world of Origamic Architecture!
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The Game
I haven’t done this in a long time. Maybe I’ve forgotten the rules. No written words to go by. I pull the slips of paper out of their tiny painted box and feel my fingertips prickle with the familiar nip of resurrected nostalgia this little plaything brings me.
Not many people have played this game, because I made it up, and its only rules are the ones that feel their way into being as we play it. The playing board is fashioned from tattered handkerchiefsilk and cardstock, and it lives most of the time with a palmful of tiny blue musselshells, some hemlock twigs, three bits of scarlet ribbon, and the backbones of leaves.
This game is a theater of exploration and restoration, a tiny stage of reverent discovery.
It works best if you forget most of what you know about how to find things. No passwords, no strictures against revealing sacred clues.
You can say anything now.
When I built this game I used some marbles and some acorns and some clear glass beads as playing pieces, and then a little green toy mouse with a German name, and then an old Christmas tree decoration, a tiny globe of opalescent glass attached shakily to a strand of wire. A sphere of eggshell thinness like the blessing of a moth’s breath.
You can’t lose this game and you certainly can’t win.
It’s best if you play with someone who likes to laugh and who appreciates nonsense but who also loves the holiness of thimbles and the thick smudgy stubs of carpenters’ pencils.
This game is like coming home to me, like being led through a cool oldgrowth forest by the hand, a blindfold of desert sage and rosemary nudging me (and you) into a place of total trust and abandonment of anything but the now.
Come play with me if you will.
Surrender to the foolish joy I offer you
and know you’re home.
©Laura Sorrells 2008
all rights reserved
"Thank you, daddy!" -- See the complete series below.
Last week, I photographed this series of my nephew giving his little daughter a horseback or 'horsey-back' ride. What a sweet relationship they have! All photos taken with available light, ISO 320, with my Canon EF 50mm f1.4 (stopped down to f1.6) mounted to my Canon 7D.
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1. smilla, last night, trying to get as close to me as she possibly could. she started by curling up at my feet. not close enough. she moved up to my armpit. nope. onto my stomach. good, but not good enough. she had to come under the blankets and curl up on my chest, with her nose an inch from my face. it has to be one of my favorite moments ever. so when i thought about what to post for today, i knew this was the shot. it's my birthday, and i can post a damn cat shot if i want to! :-)
2. peanut butter (smucker's all-natural smooth; accept no subsititute).
3. how florian will sometimes text me from school saying sweet things, like "yay! you'll be even prettier than before!" when i told him i got my hairs cut.
4. old orange beetles parked on the side of the road with for-sale signs that make your heart skip a beat, even though the car's in such a shitty condition you know you won't do it; the frisson of excitement knowing you considered it for even a moment is a delicious, delicious thing.
5. michele bowman, who comes out from behind the counter at the wine shop to give me a hug every single time i stop by.
6. the dying leaves of autumn.
7. harvey's guttural growl when he brings home an ex-vole.
8. driving fast on a curvy road.
9. my family -- all of them. yes, all of them.
10. the red paper day-of-the-dead skull peering out at me as i type this, a souvenir from LA's olivera street. there's a heart on his head, which exemplifies why i'm fascinated with this kind of art. life is full of shit. we have to find the good in there, somehow. the vultures have been doing it for thousands of years. so can we.
11. all of you people reading this, leaving me birthday greetings on facebook, posting lovely and freaky shots for me, shooting me emails, making me feel visible in this dark, dark world. there but for the grace of you go i.
12. my orange cellphone.
13. there is no spoon.
14. the village of great barrington, massachusetts.
15. godzilla rolls and massaman curry (not together, necessarily, but that wouldn't suck).
16. turquoise.
17. the way isabel can meow without making a sound.
18. tweezers.
19. my therapist, who would not let me fire her two years ago, precipitating the biggest breakthrough of my life. who knew you could get mad at someone, and they'd still be there for you? whoa.
20. joe strummer and the mescaleros. *interrupts blog to open up itunes*
21. the smell of woodsmoke on a chilly night.
22. target, for its clothes that fit me, for its relentless delight in playful designs, for its tacky halloween decor, for its refusal to become a place i hate going to.
23. did i mention peanut butter? cos, DANG.
24. my friend cate. i love her like i love my uncle. it's that deep.
25. 254 main street, this hulking mass of wood and stone that's become my house, my home, my haven. and now it's orange. yeah. i win.
26. the taste of a beard papa cream puff, mixed with the sounds of a new york city sidewalk.
27. florian's eyes, looking out at me from his side of the bed, crow's feet dancing a happy, mischievous jig.
28. photography. you saved my life.
29. asiago cheese bagels from panera.
30. the vietnam war. i exist because of it. (really.)
31. bringing out a cup of coffee for ken the painter, and seeing a turkey vulture circling over the house on my way back in, like a sentinel making sure i get back inside ok.
32. rustafaria.
33. my BRHT's.
34. the creaky creak in my chair every time i lean back. it sounds like forever.
35. lists and poetry and words and the curvy canals of the human brain.
36. the bear fetish i'm wearing around my neck, silver and orange on a black leather band, found with florian while up in maine. the orange is me, the bear is him. it works.
37. the people in my life who listen to me, and let me love them.
38. wrinkles.
39. the breath in my lungs which keeps my heart beating so i can wake up every day and cut a path through the grass in my head and make it to sundown.