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Hello my amazing Flickr friends !
Today is a blue day at Color my world Daily but as you can see, I’m skipping it, since the theme at Looking close on Friday is feathers in black and white.
At first I wasn’t sure about skipping a blue day but then I found this black and white feather in my mail box. Which brought so many questions in my head … is a black and white feather a sign to participate and skipping a blue day ? Or is it a desperate attempt from my mailman (or mail lady in our case) to communicate with me ? And if yes, what is she trying to say with this feather ??? Is the cosmos trying to warn me about something (and be careful with that one: i’m super superstitious) ?? I have so many questions about this feather but so little answers yet…
So, as you can see, I decided to take a few (hundreds) pictures of the feather…and then I remembered that, few months ago (or was it years ??) I had a photographic addiction to feathers …I still have sooooo many macro pictures of feathers on my hard drive… Maybe one day, someone will find this feather picture and will consider it to be a sign from the univers… I personally see a smiling feather so it is a very positive sign in my opinion … What do you think ? Is finding a feather a sign of luck ? Should I buy a lotto ticket ?
Meanwhile I have tons of work since it is the end of the year (don’t freak out, we have few weeks left …) so I apologize for not answering your comments as often as I should… I will try to catch up as soon as possible my friends.
See you later ! And have an awesome day my friends ! Mucho, mucho amor for you all !!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and well!!
although he may climb the drapes to see how the room looks from the ceiling :-)
Helen Powers
Happy Caturday!
emma, our rescue cat, 3 years old
a three-fer.......
ANSH scavenger13 boardwalk
(and i realized that this would have been funnier
if i had had a monopoly board)
HMM a possibility for "in a row"
HSS
as a clarification-- these mini people are just over 2 inches tall
Dedicated to Moses Malone, the Mailman (1955 - 2015), player Philadelphia 76ers... my team.
Presa del Pantà del Gaià. Riu Gaià, El Catllar. (Tarragona)
I-76
G. Love & Special Sauce - I-76 EP (1998)
Orange Evening
Dwig - Big Tales (2014)
Out to get you
James - Laid (1993)
The Facts and the Dreams
Fragile State - The Facts and the Dreams (2002)
So Free
Bahamas - Earthtones (2018)
Edited with DDG.
Famous English village, close to where I grew up. This is the mailman driving through Bide Brook, the only road to the homes on the other side.
www.nationaltrust.org.uk/lacock-abbey-fox-talbot-museum-a...
The Dragon is generally a quite relaxed cat and not easily spooked. There are things, though, which can worry the coolest cat, like hearing the door bell and wondering if the visitor is an early Halloween ghost. No need to worry (yet), it was only the mailman.
This portrait by Evert Ploej done in oil on jute in 1989 was an Archibald prize finalist. Evert Ploeg (pronounced Ay-vert Plough; born 1963 in Sydney, New South Wales) is one of Australia's most highly regarded portrait painters, who has won a range of painting prizes, such as the 1999 and 2007 Archibald Prize (Category: People’s Choice) and was awarded the highly coveted ‘Signature Status’ of The Portrait Society of America. Working in a tonal realist style (mostly in oil), Ploeg’s pictures bespeak an approach to portraiture that is inspired by documentary methods. Putting emphasis on visually encoding a personal narrative in any given portrait, he builds connection to his subjects through conversation and extended observation both during their sitting as well as in their engagements outside of the atelier. 57337
The late autumn air is frigid and the long shadows are cool, as Wisconsin & Southern's Janesville bound freight, ambles into Eagle, Wisconsin, at Mailman Rd.
WSOR T4R
WAMX 4182,4187,4180,3870
Eagle, WI.
Autumn 2016
We have been living in BIZARRO WORLD for almost three weeks. On one hand Authorities have placed us on Full Alert/Voluntary Evacuation, so our vehicles are packed with clothing, food, meds, computers, pictures of loved ones, and virtually anything we want to save, once the inevitable occurs.
And yet people are going to work, golfers are out enjoying a Summer round, Amazon just delivered a box of coat hangers, the mailman said hello, and I am moving wooden garden furniture away from the house and frantically calling Insurance Agents for instructions, making sure Wills are in order, and promising my kids in far away places, that I will not be that idiot on the 11 o'clock News, standing, soot covered, in Topanga Canyon, fire hose in hand trying to save his double wide....
The fire under that plume is about 12 miles away.
You are looking at the face of THE DEVIL HIMSELF...
Taken through a second floor double-pane window
From an on-going series that documents the same view :
www.flickr.com/photos/49469560@N07/sets/72157632278574137...
One last shot from the Canyon Road shoot with Denise. We were both fascinated by these mailboxes in an alleyway off Canyon Road. Very colorful!
Be sure and check out Denise's site, she has a little different take on these, and a couple of very nice shots!
“The postcard is a great neglected literary form about fifty words in length.” —Garrison Keillor
“Blizzard in the suburbs
—the mailman
And the poet walking.”
—Jack Kerouac, Book of Haikus
Postcards blossomed in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Postcards were popular because they were a quick and easy way for individuals to communicate with each other...with quick & easy being relative terms!
Cardigan : xin. : giovanni cardigan + khaki @The Mens Dept
Pants : xin. : emmanuel chinos + cargo @Shiny Shabby
Bicycle : xin + toro : Rideable Fixie Bicycle (Mailman) Rare *Gacha
he may climb the drapes to see how the room looks from the ceiling :-)
Helen Powers
emma, rescue kitten, 7 months
Another tribute to my husband Andy...as much as I love the snow, it's a struggle for him. Walking through 6 inches of snow for 8 hours is taxing to say the least! This shot was taken a block from our home. I'm blessed to have him as my mailman...x's for my sweetheart.
Explore #118
HBW!
Big thank you for having the opportunity to blog for !R! Reliquary with this amazing item that can be found now in the Engine Room
♦!R! Esteemed Fumigator Visage/ Special Ed.
♦!R! Archaic Syringe [Currently a GIFT in the Engine Room just by their stand]
Other credits go to ::
♦[DONT INSPECT ME] Odradek
♦[P.0.E] - Recon Harness
♦[P.0.E] - Marshal Armor set
♦SISU\\ VALKYRIE PLATE CARRIER
♦SISU\\ Forty Belt
♦SISU\\ WAR BELT
♦Hotdog - Conceited pose
//Also big ol' influence of Death Stranding cause I want that game and when I get it I'll be a mailman ahahah. Ty for checkin out the photo and visiting the Engine room ❤//
Tofu's cardboard fortress is one of the places where he goes when he either wants to hide from the world or he wants to make sure that nobody will be able to grab him. In this case he had fled into the fortress because he had heard the doorbell. It was only the mailman but Tofu wasn't sure if it was safe to leave his hideout yet. :)
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Taking a break. See you later my dear friends...
EXPLORED Apr 4, 2011
Who's watching me
I don't know anymore!
Are the neighbors watching me?
Who's watching
Well is the mailman watching me?
Tell me who's watching
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now
Who?
The IRS?!
~Rockwell
Houston, TX
♫♫♫:Mysto & Pizzi - Somebody's Watching Me
Nikon D700 + Nikon 70-300mm f/4.5-5.6G
Miramar is a city in Broward County, Florida, United States. As of the 2010 census, the population was 122,041. It is a principal city of the Miami metropolitan area, which is home to over 6 million people.
Miramar was founded by A.L. Mailman to serve as a "bedroom community" for nearby Miami and Fort Lauderdale. Mailman bought the original property he was to develop from H.D. Perry, Sr. in 1953. He built 56 homes on the property that were inexpensive homes of concrete and flat roofs. These homes sold quickly because of the low cost of both the homes and the land, and the city of Miramar came into being.
The city was incorporated on May 26, 1955 and was named for the Miramar area of Havana, Cuba where Mailman had a summer home (Miramar translates to "look at the sea" in Spanish). At the time of incorporation, the city had a population of less than two hundred people. With approximately 2.9 square miles land area, Miramar's original city boundaries were Southwest 64 Avenue on the east, University Drive on the west, the Dade County line on the south, and Pembroke Road on the north. On June 20, 1955, the city's first mayor (Robert Gordon) and city council were sworn in, all of whom were appointed by the governor and served until January 1959, at which time the first municipal election was held.[7] Mayor Robert Gordon is the individual who is attributed to have given the city its name. The city seal is inscribed with the motto "Beauty and Progress".
H.D. Perry Sr.'s part in Miramar did not cease with selling the land to Mailman for development. He is recognized as one of the foremost pioneers in the history of Miramar. His character and civic-activities influenced not only the lives of early residents, but continues to the present day, as evidenced by the schools and parks in the city which bear his family's name. Many long-time residents fondly recall the community barbecues hosted by Mr. and Mrs. Perry during those early years. Others are grateful to Mr. Perry for the lessons in animal husbandry, which he conducted for the benefit of Miramar's youth so that they could learn something of farm life.
The only major roads when Miramar was developed were U.S. 441 which was a two-lane road at that time, Hallandale Beach Boulevard to Southwest 66 Terrace and Pembroke Road which was a dirt road to University Drive. There were no other transportation routes of any kind supplying access to the new community. Miramar's early city fathers advocated the philosophy of planned and controlled growth. The city adopted a Comprehensive Land Use Plan in 1972 before cities and counties were mandated to do so. This provided the framework for the orderly development of future growth. Two-thirds of the land within city limits is currently undeveloped.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miramar,_Florida
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When Richard opened the mailbox, the air smelled of rust and sleeping ink. Inside, a mountain of postcards lay piled up, yellowed, their stamps from countries that no longer existed. Some carried impossible dates: 1924, 1978, 2031. None bore his name.
At first, he thought it was a mistake by the mailman, but when he turned the first postcard over, something stopped him cold: a line written in his own handwriting—the kind he used as a teenager.
“Don’t forget the sea. You’ll need it again.”
His heart skipped a beat. On another card, a stranger wished him luck on “the journey you haven’t taken yet.”
He read them all, one by one, without order or reason, until he understood that every message spoke of his life—
but of a version of his life he had not yet lived.
When he closed the mailbox, he could still hear something breathing inside.
The style card and credits here.
With the collaboration of:
BE-MADE/ B-Made - Lost Mailbox @ Crafty Weekend Sale
VENDETTA / HADRIAN FACE SKIN -LELUTKA EVO X @ MANCAVE EVENT SEPT 17TH to OCT 17th
[MAZZARO] EITHAN SET @ New item in MAN CAVE
CIN INK APPAREL / CIN// 142.B.INK @ CIN// OCTOBER GIFTS EXCLUSIVE
KOKOS-RINGS - GARVIN(LEGACY) @main store or marketplace
KOKOS-EARRINGS - OXOS - GAUGED S (HUMAN) @main store or marketplace
the wonder of everything is magnified through his eyes :: the dogs that walk by with their owners, the mailman, the Fedex truck, the birds in the trees, the cat across the street, and the squirrels,
[day27]
On a rickety wood porch
Sits a crusty old hound-
Crusty old hound?! Dad, how could you?
"It's only for effect, Clancy."
...This better be good.
On a rickety wood porch
Sits a crusty old hound
An assortment of bones
Spread all over the ground
When the mailman crept up
He did not make a sound
But a twenty-five cent stamp
Was all that was found
Old C Dog
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502 Clancy 9yrs 10wk
Clancy's YEARBOOK 10: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157720201164845
MONOCHROME Clancy: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157655760302498
It was so cold on this day that the mailman didn't bother getting out of bed. It was not the day to be looking for that stimulus check to arrive.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
Nevada City CA
Amsterdam
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“We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn't, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares.
But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell's dark vision, there was another - slightly older, slightly less well known, equally chilling: Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.
What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny "failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions." In 1984, Orwell added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we desire will ruin us.
This book is about the possibility that Huxley, not Orwell, was right.”
― Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business