The photo taken in Warsaw's Old Town, May 2019, it was very cold that day. Always tip the performer they do this for a living in most cases and if they are good, then most deserving of your gratitude for their efforts.

William (our youngest son) was just as surprised as we were last night and came home with a very large (19") trophy from the St. John Ambulance Brigade Division 59C/D. The George B. Lamont Award for Most Outstanding Regular Member.

 

He really is dedicated and most deserving.

~the 2008 plate with his name is on the right side of the base~

On this particular day this was quite the encounter. This is a stretch of Armand Bayou that flows by Bay Area Park and sometime there are some interesting characters perched on the old branches and trees that the visitors enjoy perching in. The winds were tolerable without a lot of chop on the water, so the canoe wasn’t bobbing up and down like a cork with a fish on the line. I was able to get a decent capture of this Brown Pelican as I drifted up to his position. I should have backed off but he/she launched not long after I captured this shot.

 

Have decided to attempt a test run tomorrow and hope things go smoothly. The winds are supposed to be light, which is always a plus when it comes to canoeing. Wishing everyone a wonderful week ahead.

  

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La palme de la mère la plus méritante

 

Female goosander and her 18 chicks. Half of the eggs were probably laid by another female in the mother's nest.

 

Femelle harle bièvre et ses 18 canetons. La moitié des oeufs furent probablement pondus par une autre femelle dans le nid de la mère.

Oh yes, tulips are most deserving at the Tulip Festival, but I am sure this lovely old bus has stories of it's own to tell. I think we should name it "Further" in honor of Ken Kesey's old bus from the '60's era. Thank you for your warm visits my friends!

Night Photography on the Alps

 

This is the Cadin della Neve, Cadini di Misurina (Dolomites), the place where I've mounted my tent in the only "flat" available spot between stones.

The patches of snow and ice have provided me all the water needed for drinking and cooking :-)

 

Finding the right strategic place - and spending the night right there - is the most effective way that allows me to seek for particular pictures during the most deserving hours of the day.

Usually it's necessary to wait hours to get the right light conditions, or, at least, have the opportunity to frame a very special moment that allows to respectfully document the place and, at the same time, does not fall within the classic cliché of the "vacation photo".

In fact, starting from the evening, also this couloir proved to be quite a lovely photogenic subject, especially because its top is pointing exactly to the south, so at night you can see the Milky Way straight wedged inside the canyon! A real show and a severe environment that doesn't happen to see every day.

 

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Badwater – the lowest point in North America, the hottest point in the world. An expansive ocean of salt and mud forms cracked patterns extending hundreds of square miles across the valleys, embraced by staggering mountain ranges standing many thousands of feet above on all sides, each filled with beautiful secluded canyons just waiting to be explored.

 

These salt flats are covered with myriad patterns and textures of all scales from the microscopic to the expansive, white crystals inches long filling dried pools where rainwater once sat, and massive mud formations extending towards the horizon in places as far as the eye can see. Each year the formations morph to form ever more unique masterpieces of form and texture, resembling the surfaces of alien planets.

 

As I stood there, my jaw dropped in awe at the majesty of the spectacle that was unfolding before me. I couldn't believe I was really there, really experiencing that sunset in that incredibly vast and special place. It was about 80F, and the refreshing wind was blowing strong, as the sun dropped below the Panamint Range below Telescope Peak, the highest point in Death Valley National Park, towering 11,300 feet above me, just a few miles to the west. Of all the places I've visited, perhaps Death Valley is the place most deserving of the term, "magical."

 

This particular area on the salt flats is many miles in, near the back side of the playa, far, far away from the trampled tourist attractions on the edges of the playa that most people visit there. I was entirely alone for hours out there, never a soul in sight. The silence was palpable, the vastness overwhelming.

 

The tiles you see here are flat, white, and hard, covered in translucent white salt crystals, which reflect the blue sky above them, creating the cold bluish hues you see here. You are viewing them from about 3 feet above, looking slightly downwards. Each tile is about 3-6 feet in width, and only a hundred feet away, the patterns are entirely different.

Here the most deserving and best known Pisans received burial.

I've titled many of my photographs with "Magic" But I must say, I think this one is the most deserving. My little sister and I found these plants that, when you shake them, shed tons of tiny..pieces of magic? Well I had a lot of fun shooting this. There were lots of outakes that she didn't look too flattering in though. Thank goodness I got one with a decent looking facial expression!

 

Hope you are all have, and are still having, a lovely Tuesday.

The Almo Collegio Borromeo is a private university hall of residence (collegio) in Pavia, region of Lombardy, Italy. It is classified as a "highly qualified Cultural Institute" by the Ministry of Education, Universities and Research and is the oldest such institution remaining in operation in Italy. Together with Collegio Ghislieri – with which a sharp goliardic rivalry has developed during the centuries – it is one of two colleges in Pavia with historical heritage. The building that houses the college was designed by Pellegrino Tibaldi, and overlooks the Ticino, surrounded by landscaped gardens and the Borromeo Gardens. Vasari described it as a "palace of knowledge" ("palazzo per la Sapienza").

The college selects students of the University of Pavia through a rigorous public competition based on tests taken annually. The services offered by the college are not limited to food and housing, but rather are focused on providing training in parallel and integrated with the university: for example, CEGA (Center for General and Applied Ethics) is hosted by the college; along with conferences, presentations of books on current affairs, hosting the chair in theology, and offering countless moments of reflection, in addition to the ever-rich artistic and musical seasons in the life of the college. The college also offers various exchange programmes, with institutions such as Corpus Christi College, Cambridge and the College of Saint Benedict and Saint John's University.

Collegio Borromeo was founded in 1561 by the estate of cardinal St. Charles Borromeo which aimed to create an institution to accommodate young promising students experiencing economic hardship. This is still the aim of the Fondazione Collegio Borromeo. On May 10, 2009, the Women's Section was opened in the presence of Minister Mariastella Gelmini and Cardinal Dionigi Tettamanzi; it is intended to accommodate approximately fifty of the most deserving female students from the University of Pavia.

The student rooms are divided according to the sides of the building: "Piazza" ("Square") on the western side, facing Piazza Borromeo, "Giardino" ("Garden") on the south side, "Vicolo" ("Lane") on the north side, looking onto Via Cardinal Tosi. The east side is called "Richini", as it is situated on a seventeenth-century garden designed by Francesco Maria Richini, and houses two auditorium-style rooms ("White Room" and "Mural Room") with private upstairs rooms for guests. The rooms are also divided into several levels: "Mezzanino" (mezzanine), "Nobile" (piano nobile), "Paradiso" (second mezzanine) and "Iperuranio" (attic). Also on the south side are "Sangiovannino alto" and "basso" ("Upper" and "Lower"), saved from the Church of San Giovanni in Borgo before demolition in the nineteenth century.

College admission follows an open, meritocratic competition divided into a variety of assessments; only those who have obtained a minimum score of 80 in their graduation exam may apply for the admissions competition. This competition is now run in conjunction with the Scuola Superiore Studi Pavia IUSS, the School for Advanced Studies, of which the Almo Collegio Borromeo is a founding member and, indeed, the admission test is valid for access to IUSS courses to the extent of space reserved for the college. Nevertheless, it is important to note that the gaining a place at Borromeo does not automatically secure a place in IUSS: although it is not the norm, there are students of Borromeo who are not students of IUSS, as the rankings of the IUSS competition and the Borromeo competition are separate and follow different criteria (distinguishing different classes and thresholds).

The first part of the competition includes a written test administered by the IUSS, divided into the following disciplines: Italian, Latin, History, Philosophy, Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry and Biology. Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry problems were recently introduced. One can choose the track and the exercises regardless of the degree course chosen and can obtain a maximum score of 20 points from this written test. Those obtaining a minimum score of 12 points in the written test are invited to two oral examinations. In these, candidates are tested on the content of their last three years of high school in two subjects of their choice, however relevant to their degree course. The test begins from a topic chosen by the student and listed in the schedule ("tesario"; containing the list of topics to prepare for each discipline). The oral exam can provide up to 60 points, 30 for each interview. Additionally, as part of these tests, the candidate is interviewed by the appropriate college Rector and, in order to gauge the strength of compatible cultural background, he or she has a test of general knowledge and an aptitude interview with a psychologist seeking to determine eligibility for collegiate life. The latter tests have no value for the IUSS competition but contribute 20 points overall towards Borromeo entry. To be eligible, a candidate must achieve the minimum score of 65 points.

To retain their place at the college, students are required to have a university average of at least 27/30, with no marks below 24, and to pass all required exams by the formal closing of the academic year. The ability to speak at least two foreign languages is required, demonstrated through specific, internationally recognized certificates. Students must also attend additional courses required by IUSS or, alternatively, take at least two internal courses per academic year.

The Cloud Forest Conservatory of the Gardens by the Bay of Singapore has a wonderful section of Orchids. There are huge ones and also very tiny ones for which the gardeners have devised a very helpful system of magnifying glasses. Here, though, is an Orange In-Between, I think a Masdevallia.

There are lots of Masdevallias and a huge following of hybrids. Masdevallia was first used as a scientific name in 1794 by Hipólito Ruiz López (1754-1816) and José Antonio Pavón Jiménez (1754-1840). They were indefatigable botanists, members of a voyage of exploration (1777-1788) to Peru and Chile funded by king Charles III of Spain. Upon their return they published their findings in 1794 and gratefully named this Orchid for José Masdevall Terrades Llobet y Berenguer (?-1801), 'the king's most deserving doctor and a patron of botany'.

Which Masdevallia this is more specifically I don't know: perhaps it's the Hybrid Annette Hall... It's like an Orange Flame in the Jungle!

This is my first Ramadan without her.

 

The person who's umbilical chord was once attached to my navel, one who carried me almost 9.5 months (I was a C-section btw) deep within her womb is gone, forever..never to return...never to poke me up from deep slumber at the dead of night so that I can have my "Sehri"...never to sit beside me on the same, simple elliptical table and say grace to the Allmighty before Iftar. She fell, bravely, to the clutches of cancer...during her last few days silent cellular invaders polluted her lever, destroying and mutating every hepatic cell they came across. She wasn't exactly the most deserving person to leave this world...but who am I to judge god's farcical twists,right ? After all the master may twist and turn his marionettes whatever way he pleases :)

 

I still remain loyal to my faith though, just as I had promised to my naive, simple minded mother.

 

R.I.P Sufia Sultana

died 7th March 2008

"Yeah, you know something...Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow."

 

- Danny Kaye as Phil Davis in White Christmas

  

My wife, my son, and I leave tomorrow to go visit her family in Potsdam, NY over the holidays, so I figured I'd do my "Merry Christmas" post now.

 

First, admittedly, this shot is a reposting. However, as George Pitarys always correctly points out, shots you posted shortly after first joining Flickr typically haven't been seen by all the followers and friends you've made over the years. So, it may be the first time many of you have seen it!

 

One of the traditions my wife and I have every Christmas season is watching Irving Berlin's White Christmas. In that movie, Danny Kaye always reminds me a bit of my late grandfather (though no doubt a more youthful version)--the way he used to dress, the way he used to talk ("It's just a scratch" is something I distinctly remember my grandfather saying), etc. Also, like the character Kaye played (Phil Davis), my grandfather was a World War II veteran. The beginning of the movie (set in the European theatre of World War II) especially serves as a reminder that this Christmas season isn't the first where Americans have been through a lot. There was an entire generation--most deservingly now called "The Greatest Generation"--that went before us and seemed to be able to handle hardship a heck of a lot better than we do today. We'd be well served to learn from their example--to not point fingers, but to instead realize we're all on the same page and to look out for each other.

 

Back to the movie, the plot centers around the characters making a trip to Vermont during the Christmas season. It's one of the things that makes me think of Vermont this time of year. Another thing that makes me think of Vermont during the Christmas season is all the colorful red and green engines Vermont Rail System used to have--especially when you were able to catch them in the snow.

 

On January 3, 2010, Vermont was hit with a pretty significant snowstorm. The following day, I headed up there with plans to chase the "B&R Job" from Rutland down to North Bennington. However, I was tipped off by friend and VRS conductor Ryan Strong that the B&R Job had the then-dreaded VTR 311 leading, while his train--GMRC 263--had not one but two Green Mountain-painted engines leading. The decision about which train to go after was easy, and I had a most enjoyable day chasing Ryan and 263 down to Chester and back.

 

Having had to navigate some snowy road conditions between Wallingford and East Wallingford, I was a little late to start the chase. This was my first shot of the day at Ludlow--one of the few times the sun popped out just in time to illuminate the consist.

 

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

 

GMRC Train 263

Ludlow, Vermont

January 4, 2010

CALLED: 00/07

 

"I really like the way this shot turned out, it looks so pretty, I tried switching up my make-up more but I kept my hair colour because I wanted to look like myself in this shot. I know a lot of the girls think I"m the weakest but hopefully I can survive a few more weeks.

This contest has been so fun and I've had such a great experience so far, I really hope I get to go abroad. Most of the girls in the house are nice, I'm probably more quiet than some of the other girls but I guess I don't want to get into arguments with the others. Carmen is so nice and probably one of my best friends in the competition, she takes amazing photos and has been improving a lot and she's on Team Emma, which makes her even better. Fatima is really nice as well, we don't talk a lot even though we're on the same team. I don't think Fatima is quite as good as a lot of the other girls and she's been eliminated before though and she doesn't stand out much to be honest. Sage is really cool and so creative, most of the other girls don't talk to her but after I worked with her on the Polar Opposites challenge, I started getting to know her more, she takes some of the best photos in the competition for sure. Noah is also really nice, I haven't talked to her much only when we're both with Carmen though, she was one of the girls I thought could win at the start. As for Lea and Anahi, I haven't spoken to them much, Lea takes great shots, maybe the best of the girls. Anahi isn't at the top of the pack but her photos are okay I guess.

Most Deserving to Least Deserving to go abroad: Sage, Carmen, Noah, Lea, Fatima, Anahi

Sage is one of the most creative girls and takes killer shots and Anahi doesn't really change her look and doesn't have much versatility and some of her shots look the same."

 

  

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The Almo Collegio Borromeo is a private university hall of residence (collegio) in Pavia, region of Lombardy, Italy. It is classified as a "highly qualified Cultural Institute" by the Ministry of Education, Universities and Research and is the oldest such institution remaining in operation in Italy. Together with Collegio Ghislieri – with which a sharp goliardic rivalry has developed during the centuries – it is one of two colleges in Pavia with historical heritage. The building that houses the college was designed by Pellegrino Tibaldi, and overlooks the Ticino, surrounded by landscaped gardens and the Borromeo Gardens. Vasari described it as a "palace of knowledge" ("palazzo per la Sapienza").

The college selects students of the University of Pavia through a rigorous public competition based on tests taken annually. The services offered by the college are not limited to food and housing, but rather are focused on providing training in parallel and integrated with the university: for example, CEGA (Center for General and Applied Ethics) is hosted by the college; along with conferences, presentations of books on current affairs, hosting the chair in theology, and offering countless moments of reflection, in addition to the ever-rich artistic and musical seasons in the life of the college. The college also offers various exchange programmes, with institutions such as Corpus Christi College, Cambridge and the College of Saint Benedict and Saint John's University.

 

Collegio Borromeo was founded in 1561 by the estate of cardinal St. Charles Borromeo which aimed to create an institution to accommodate young promising students experiencing economic hardship. This is still the aim of the Fondazione Collegio Borromeo. On May 10, 2009, the Women's Section was opened in the presence of Minister Mariastella Gelmini and Cardinal Dionigi Tettamanzi; it is intended to accommodate approximately fifty of the most deserving female students from the University of Pavia.

The student rooms are divided according to the sides of the building: "Piazza" ("Square") on the western side, facing Piazza Borromeo, "Giardino" ("Garden") on the south side, "Vicolo" ("Lane") on the north side, looking onto Via Cardinal Tosi. The east side is called "Richini", as it is situated on a seventeenth-century garden designed by Francesco Maria Richini, and houses two auditorium-style rooms ("White Room" and "Mural Room") with private upstairs rooms for guests. The rooms are also divided into several levels: "Mezzanino" (mezzanine), "Nobile" (piano nobile), "Paradiso" (second mezzanine) and "Iperuranio" (attic). Also on the south side are "Sangiovannino alto" and "basso" ("Upper" and "Lower"), saved from the Church of San Giovanni in Borgo before demolition in the nineteenth century.

 

"The worst bankruptcy in the world is the man who has lost his enthusiasm." -- H. W. Arnold

 

From my archives . . . realized it had never received a six-word-story and is most deserving of it tonight.

'So it's now down to the final seven which is pretty cool I guess! Shame I didn't do so great last week, can't say I wasn't expecting it though. I really hope I get through to next week as we're going overseas!

 

The house is just starting to get interesting as well there's only seven of us left! Anahi's often sat on her own in her room making flower crowns and drawing triangles on things, I don't really know what she gets up to other than that shes kinda weird. May is such a sweetheart though, she's lovely I like spending time with her! I don't really talk to Sage she's a bit anti social if i'm honest, plus she's a massive b*tch. I spend most of my time with Noah because she's fabulous like me although she can be somewhat strange. She spends a suspicous amount of time online tweeting boybands and fangirling and other stuff but when she's off of her laptop she's pretty fun! Fatima is pretty cool, we've become quite good friends after we worked together last week on our #teamkiley photo. Oh and Lea's cool too, Noah and I chill with her all the time - she's so fun!

 

Overall I think critiques have been quite fair, although I'm sick of them saying my fringe is too long so I've decided to get rid of it to save those comments! I've liked most of the themes so far although I didn't overly enjoy last weeks if I'm honest.

 

In my opinion most deserving to go overseas is Noah! I feel like although she's had a few rough weeks her photos are really good and she keeps improving! It was really tough picking between her and Lea tbh as they're both super fierce! Plus Noah scored her second(?) first callout last week! Least deserving has to be May I think she's just not as strong as the other contestants sorry :/

 

Really hope I can make it overseas!' Carmen xoxo

  

I might do another option, I feel like this is kinda off idk

An American in Gladstone

“Innocence abroad “

  

Acte 2

 

After leaving the New Year's Eve party, I had walked a couple of blocks east when I reached an open pub, a steady flow of people going in and out made for a perfect cover.

 

I stood in front so it looked like I had been inside, then hailed a passing cab.

 

I got inside and had the driver drop me off in front of a hotel two blocks from the one I was staying at. He drove off in a hurry so once the cab was out of view, I walked on to reach my actual hotel.

 

Once in my room, I emptied the loot acquired from the party, emptying my purse, and pockets. I hid the items securely in a suitcase. Except for the shimmering broach. Once I was able to stop admiring it, I put it inside my purse.

 

I sat on the bed, pulling off my fox head broach, pondering it as I thought about my next move.

 

Now on these types of schemes, once I learn where my potential victims are staying, if I had a choice, I prefer them to be staying at a hotel. Which they usually are in these types of affairs. The American couple I had met certainly would be.

 

Hotels are preferred, for I can take a cab, and stay dressed up like I am, in order to blend in to look like a returning guest. Then after I do the burgling, I can pass off as a leaving guest.

  

Once I’m in, I can easily nip into the rooms where my victims will be passed out by a combination of their drinking, and worries over items of value they had lost earlier( like in tonight’s case, a fur coat, money, and a diamond broach).

  

Passed out, my victim's remaining items of value will be easily found. Plus I would already know some of the items I’m looking for, having already seen them wearing said items at the party.

 

But for a house job, I like at least a week of surveillance, then employ my friend Emilee to help me do the job when the time is ripe.

 

Tonight if I elect to burgle the house, I will not have that luxury. If I sense anything wrong, then I’ll call it off quickly.

 

I realized as I had that last thought, my inner mind already decided for me to green-lite the attempt.

 

With a sigh, I tossed my gold broach into my small jewel case and finished packing.

 

Then I changed into my black spandex outfit, picked up my leather pouch already packed with my mask, gloves, and burgling tools, and headed down the staircase to the back parking lot where my lotus sportscar was waiting. I put the case Into the boot of my sports car and then headed back upstairs.

 

Gathering the rest of my things I put on the sable jacket, then headed downstairs and checked out of the hotel.

 

I went back outside and stowed my luggage into the back jump seat. Then hopped in and fired up the engine.

 

I slowly pulled out and took my time driving the 45 minutes down to the rich family’s home.

 

Finally reaching the street, I went down it looking at the houses that had been built along its length.

 

It definitely was a wealthy neighborhood, with the large houses spread out and isolated.

 

The rich family’s stone manor was the end house on the west side of the street.

 

Past it, the road curved up into a wooded park.

 

The park was deserted this New Year's night. I pulled into a side parking lot, got out, and walked cautiously back down the the road where the house I planned on breaking into was.

 

But before reaching that point, I discovered that I had missed an inconspicuous road-sized path that led to a rubbish pile.

 

I doubled back, got into my car, and backed it up the path, making it invisible from the road. It felt more comfortable than leaving it out at a public lot, no matter how deserted the park was.

 

Then I again left my Lotus and made my way to the house. I had taken off the sable, and exchanged it for my leather jacket. I did not put on my mask and gloves. Not yet.

 

Reaching that road I stayed on the inside edge of the woods and made my reconnoiter of the area.

 

The house definitely conveyed the wealth of the family who lived there. A small stone manor of about 8 bedrooms, and two wings, with at least six individual rooms on the first floor.

 

There was a long backyard with a 3-car stone garage in the far back. Two rooms above the garage denoted where the servants slept. Which meant the family would be alone in the house. And wealthy enough to have servants. This house may be worth another visit in a year or two.

 

It looked like a perfectly fine setup for a late-night prowl.

 

I cautiously reconnoitered a full circle of the house then made my way back to a vantage point where I could see the garage and a full back view of the house and a partial front street view.

 

Looking at my watch I noted it was now 12:10 am. I stretched, then settled in for the long wait.

 

^^^^^^^^^^

 

It was well after 1:00 when I saw headlights coming down the road. It was the first one I’d spied on since starting my vigil.

 

The auto, a long black limo, pulled into the driveway of the house I was watching.

 

Pulling up the opposite side of the house, in front judging by the headlights.

 

Keeping in the shadows I moved for a look. Thinking that the pretty family had not stayed long after the new year had been rung in.

 

Once in my new position, I saw that a chauffeur was d helping the family disembark.

 

After they went inside the chauffeur got back into the limo and drove the long car off, heading back down the road.

 

It had been a rental. A very welcome sign I felt. For the chauffeur had appeared to be a formidable type.

 

The lights first went on downstairs, then in a couple of rooms upstairs.

 

About 15 minutes later the downstairs lights went out. Then one of the lights went out upstairs. I figured a parent had been the last one downstairs and it was the master bedroom light that was put out as the parents went to bed.

 

The second room, the one I pegged as the daughters, stayed on for about a half hour later before being turned off.

 

I kept my lookout. By my watch, for 45 minutes. Nothing stirred inside.

 

I turned and slowly made my way to the spot I had hidden my auto. Reaching it I pulled my leather pouch out, donned a mask and gloves, and closed the boot.

 

I was now committed.

 

I carefully made my way back to where I had been watching the house. Then waited there for 15 more minutes, my pulse racing as I did.

 

I lectured myself:

“Just in and out luv. Hit only the two bedrooms. Jewelry and cash only. Be smart, not greedy Lass!”

 

Feeling like a horse from the gate, I finally moved from my hiding spot and staying in the shadows as much as possible, made my way to the side of the house.

 

The area I selected had a metal trellis, roses growing up its length, that reached just under one of the upstairs bedrooms, one of the ones that had not been lit up.

 

Testing the trellis I found it securely attached to the house. I began to climb

 

^^^^^^^^

I reached the window at the top and using a thin bar, popped open the up latch. Slowly raising up the window I peeked inside. In the dim lit I could clearly see an empty made-up bed.

 

Turned on my thin round torch and swept the room.

 

Just an empty guest room. Prim, proper, and not a speck of dust, so I presumed they kept in a maid. Hopefully one of the rooms above the garage is where she was.

 

On the soft treads of my shoes, I carefully negotiated myself across the room without hitting a creaking floorboard.

 

I carefully opened the door, then stepped out into the hallway. A flickering night light helped me see along its length.

 

I went to the room that I figured was the daughter's. The house was quiet. The floor with its’ heavy carpet betrayed no sounds.

 

Reaching the door I slowly opened it and looked inside. I could hear heavy snoring from a bed in the room’s centre.

 

I put on my torch and swept the area around the bed. The beam of my light illuminated something curious. It made me move the beam from it to the bed.

 

It was obvious what had been going on, from what I saw of the sleeping girl on the bed.

 

That the daughter, still in her gown, still wearing her diamonds, had been pleasuring herself to sleep.

 

Judging by how her luxurious gown was pulled up, panties on the floor lay next to an object that had pretty obviously fallen from her hand and rolled off the bed.

 

An object that certainly was not the thin, ribbed green stout rubber cucumber it resembled.

 

I giggled to myself, clamping my hand over my mouth to stifle it.

 

Then I let my torch beam get back to work.

 

The bottom drawer of the vanity next to her bed was ajar, an old skeleton key hanging from the keyhole

 

Was this where she kept her toys locked from prying eyes? Where other treasures hidden inside.

 

“Let’s see..”

 

I carefully knelt next to the naughty toy( though who am I to call a kettle black)

Then holding the torch in my mouth, bent over the drawer.

 

I opened it slowly then reaching in I happily discovered 3 cases. I carefully extracted them.

 

Opened the first and I was blinded by an array of gemmed ruby set silver jewellery. I slipped the case inside my pouch

 

The second case contained a single dazzling diamond bracelet. It matched the diamonds she wore out this evening. The ones she was still wearing. I let the bracelet slide out of the case into my pouch, then put it back inside the drawer.

 

The third case, a velvet-covered one slightly larger than the other two, had a collection of pearls: two necklaces(single and double strand), 2 sets of earrings, a bracelet, and a broach.

 

I happily stowed That away in my pouch.

 

Then I grabbed her small beaded purse from the tabletop as I turned to fade the bed.

 

Still avoiding the moist toy, I scooted over to the bed. She was dead to the world asleep. I eagerly eyeballed the diamonds she still wore.

 

I moved in.

 

Daringly I lightly caressed my fingers along her tinglingly lovely dark brown heavy satin dress that tightly outlined the sleeping rich girl’s figure, my fingers, though thinly gloved, relishing the softness of it all.

 

I watched her sleeping form as I did. My eyes were soaked in her flashy diamonds that were just beckoning me to lift from their unconscious mistress.

 

She had had her pleasured game, so now it was time for one of my own. Under my mask, I licked my red lips feeling a wicked deliciousness.

 

Going in for the dazzling necklace first.

 

I had no problem unhooking it, then carefully slipping it off from around her neck, like a coiling snake it came into my hand, then into my pocket.

 

Earrings next.

 

After I gently caressed out the second of her lovely earrings, she started murmuring

 

“Thank you, Alden, That feels lovely, mmm tickles. “

 

I could see her breasts becoming fuller, perking in her wet dreams with Alden.

 

Though still fully asleep, she moved her hands up and covered her breasts. Rings and bracelet, both flashing invitingly in the light of my torch.

 

Evilly I thought to myself as I reached for her fingers.

“Oh Alden, it would be a pleasure if you held my hand, oh yes please caress my fingers. Like my rings Alden, they are pretty. Pretty expensive.“

 

I carefully lifted each finger that held a sparkly ring and worked them off her still-sweaty fingers.

 

Then I slipped her diamond bracelet from around her wrist, and as I held it watching its wriggling sparkles, I let it caress her breast.

 

She moaned happily in her dreams.

 

^^^^^^

I had played around enough here.

 

I did not see a case for her day jewels, but I decided to forgo it to save time.

 

Especially with the way she was dreaming this chick may wake, desiring round two with her toy.

 

Anyhow, I had already plucked this fine chick of enough.

 

With events that were to occur a short time later, I would come not regret passing on spending extra time to search her room.

 

So I backed my way out carefully. She began to stir a little and I saw her hand again move, this time with a searching, semi-conscious motion, reaching down to between her legs.

 

I moved back in. With my gloved hand, I gingerly picked up the toy from the floor and placed it within reach between her legs.

 

“Time to go …”

 

I cut my light and slipped to the door, closing it silently behind me.

 

I turned to face the closed door at the end of the hall.

 

Now onto the next big prize.

 

^^^^^^

 

I crept down the hall and reached the door to the master bedroom and carefully opened it, then stuck my head around the corner.

 

Hearing a pair of loud guttering snores, I flicked on my torch.

 

By the thin beam of my torch, I could see a trail of the parent's discarded clothes leading to the satin-sheeted bed in the centre of the master suite.

 

The Parents were out cold upon it, the room smelling of booze, sweat, and stale sex.

 

So the daughter of the house wasn’t the only one having her desires met this evening. Maybe it’s a new years tradition in the family?

 

I went to the trail of clothes and locating the husband's pants I lifted his fat wallet. Placing it inside my pouch. In a side pocket of the pants, I came across a gold money clip with a healthy wad of cash. That too joined the wallet.

 

From the floor, I also lifted the mum’s designer purse and placed that inside my pouch.

 

I moved along the trail of expensive clothes, reaching the end.

 

It was as I approached the king-size bed with its satin sheets that my torch light caught a family photo.

 

I froze. And silently lectured myself under my breath...

“This is why girl you need to take care

 

For there were five in the family photo. To boys, much older than the daughter were hovering over the other 3 in the background.

“Where the bloody hell were they?”

 

Better make haste, no wasting time here.

 

I quickly went to work.

 

I then shown my light over the passed-out figures on the bed.

 

He was butt naked. His John Thomas looks like the head of a tortoise partially retracted inside a shell. She was wearing sleek purple satin lingerie. Her jewellery had all been taken off.

 

I let my beam sweep the room and jumped when from a corner something flickered with an intensity that had me taken by surprise.

 

I followed the beam over. It was the vulgarly big diamond ring, surrounded on the table by her precious array of pearls.

 

I eagerly scooped up the lot. Then quickly looked around.

 

On the opposite side of the bed, a jewel case sat on a mirrored vanity.

 

I circled over and opened it. A few jewelled pieces minutely flickered out at me, along with some gold and silver jewellery. I scooped out what appeared to be of the most value, which was pretty much all of her collection.

 

I then put my beam on the walls and looked for any hidden safes.

 

Nothing.

 

It was then I heard coughing behind me.

 

I killed my light and knelt.

 

It was the lady of the house, coughing in her sleep.

 

Then she suddenly sat up.

 

Suddenly on a flurry of purple satin, she rose and ran to the bathroom

 

Definitely, time to go!

 

Still kneeling I moved to the nearby door and made it out before she started loudly praying at the foot of the porcelain god.

 

Cutting my losses I slipped back down the corridor to the guest bedroom where I had entered.

 

I reached the window and looked out, then ducked down beneath it.

 

I had spied a car coming down along the road, in the direction I had first driven down myself.

 

I peeked over the sill

 

Cops?

 

^^^^^^^^^^^^

 

No, I breathe a sigh of relief.

 

The car, a black Mercedes, had 3 young’uns, all three appeared to be younger than the daughter of this house.

 

They drove by slow enough that I could make out the occupants. A tux-clad male was driving, and in the back were two girls. Two very dressed up young ladies wearing some rather intensely flickering sparklers.

 

The car drives off into the wooded area.

 

I wait. The long minutes ticking by. Inside the house, all remained quiet as death. After 5 minutes I did not see any sign of the car returning.

 

I rose and crawled out the window and climbed back down the metal trellis.

 

Reaching solid ground I made my way back to where I had parked my car.

 

Curious as to what I was going to find going on in the woods once I reached it.

 

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

 

When I reached my sportscar I could hear the three of them clearly enjoying themselves. They had parked in the lot and they were up to who knew what?

 

Listening in as I opened the boot to stow away the goods I had nicked from the manor, I decided a closer look was in order.

 

Just hoped it wasn’t some kind of orgy, sexual shenanigans appeared to be a New Year's Tradition in these parts.

 

I moved through the woods as silently as I could. Not that it matters for the late night, actually early morning now, New Year's partiers we’re totally oblivious to anything going on around them.

 

Finally, I reached a spot that gave me a view of the parking lot.

 

The Mercedes was parked sideways, a stone's throw away from me.

 

The three youths were a little ways off sitting on stone benches, passing a bottle around, having a gay olde time of it.

 

The young male was dapper in a fitted grey tux with a white shirt and satin ascot. In the ascot was set a diamond pin. He was wearing a gold Rolex watch and a gold signet ring.

 

He was telling his companions a story about a servant he had recently belittled before dismissing, for that is after all what one does to servants.

 

His words, certainly not mine… I took an immense dislike to this bloke

 

His two young female companions were no better.

 

The two girls listened intently to their male companion. , and I could tell agreed with him on his way of thinking. For then they both chimed in with similar tales of distressing servants they had dismissed, on a whim it appeared.

 

I focused my attention on the pair.

 

One girl was a stunning redhead, wearing a green satin high cowl necked blouse, black pleated skirt, and a fitted black satin jacket with rhinestones button. Her pricey attire nicely outlined her generous bosom. She was loaded down with a very nice collection of emeralds and diamonds that sparkled and glistened with a stunning brilliance in the moonlit park.

 

The other girl was a brunette whose long hair was up and held by diamond pins. Exposing her long diamond earrings which glittered down alongside her face like twin crystal waterfalls.

She was wearing the sleekest satin gown I had seen in some time, dyed a sky blue. It poured down from underneath the full mink coat she wore. I could see a diamond necklace peaking up from the mink’s collar. Diamonds glittered from the bracelets she wore over her long blue satin gloves and from well-ringed fingers.

 

My fingers itched as I made a careful study of the trio. Robbing these three rich young snobs was now not even a question.

 

Just too bad I had never been a servant, it would have made a fine story for revenge.

 

But, I will admit to being extremely satisfied with the events of the evening so far. I had actually convinced myself not to take any more risks.

 

I just wanted to say I had snuck up and was able to get a good look at these three errant partygoers and mentally tag them before slipping back to my coupe and leaving.

 

But after hearing these wealthy pups disparaging others they felt were not in their class.

 

Well, one couldn’t just walk away.

 

Besides as I looked them over, studying their flagrantly displayed wealth, an all too familiar overwhelming urge began surging up from deep within me. A hot flash of desire that is my provocation for being a thief in the first place.

 

In other words…..a provocation that did not need an outside stimulus, like say.. a sex toy, to obtain a satisfactory outcome.

 

So I waited, thoroughly enjoying the show as my heartbeat began racing….

 

Biding time for the opening I was sure would be coming up, an opening that would allow me the opportunity to thoroughly give these three young whelps a most deserving comeuppance.

 

It was quite the enticing show, sparkling jewels flashing along sleek attire. Watching as the level of the alcohol in the bottle they were passing around quickly dropped. Giddy drink victims just asking to be lured off and robbed. And the lured-off part was already done without my help.

 

Finally, the break I’d been hoping for materialized as the girls rose from the stone bench and went into the woods to relieve themselves.

 

The male cheekily offered to go with them. But they just giggled and the invitation was not extended.

 

The pair disappeared as the lad plopped down on the bench and nearly drained the remains of the bottle in one long, lonely gulp.

 

By then I was already in motion.

 

I had slipped out of the woodlands’ shadows to the blindside of the car and had unscrewed a tyre’s valve, pressing down to let the air out. The tyre was more than halfway down when the male finally realized what he was hearing and exclaimed loudly (and so bloody eloquently )

“What the F…”

 

I slipped a ways back into the wooded shadows as he approached the Mercedes and found the flattened tyre.

 

Swearing up a drunken storm that would have made a sailor step back, he hurled the nearly empty bottle into the woods in a fit of rage.

 

I had to duck it came that close to me.

 

The prig went to the boot and opened it, searching inside, angrily pulling out a spare.

 

By that time I had retrieved the discarded bottle and was out of the woods sneaking up around behind him.

 

I stuck the nose of the bottle into his black.

 

“Hands up laddie!”

 

He froze, not raising his hands. I could see him tense up and knew the twit was going to go for me. Probably mistook me for a servant.

 

I flipped the bottle in my hand so I was holding the neck, and raising it, neatly clipped him in the back of his thick skull, just hard enough to knock him out.

 

Maybe a wee bit harder?

 

At the same time I feel, inside my glove, one of my nails breaking. Bollocks.

 

He fell forward, the top half of his body laying inside the boot.

 

I dropped the bottle and searched his unconscious figure. From a back pocket, I pulled a solid silver flask, half full. Which I stowed away. Then I felt for and removed, his gold signet ring, Rolex watch, calfskin wallet, and diamond pin. Actually I then pulled off the whole satin ascot.

 

He was still breathing, just out for the count. He was already starting to stir.

 

Using forward leverage, I lifted his legs and dumped him unceremoniously inside the deep boot, closing it.

 

The car keys were still in the lock, I left them there.

 

Quickly I moved past the empty stone bench, going in on the path the girls had swished down.

 

I came upon them smoking cigarettes as they were gossiping amongst themselves. From snippets of conversation, I figured out that the potty break had been a ruse to escape the overbearing lad for a bit.

 

It was obvious by my trained eye the sloshed happily giggling pair were going to be easily manipulated by the approach I was going to take to rob them blind.

 

I pulled out my torch and turned it on as I stepped out of the shadows blinding them with its beam. Diamonds sparkled intensely as I did.

 

The blonde spoke out, nervously giggling.

 

“Not very funny Reginald. You're giving us both a fright like that. “

 

“I’m not Reginald, my partner is taking care of him. I’m here to take care of you pair.”

 

Both girls have a very satisfying reaction.

 

“They both jumped and gasped, jewelled fingers flying to gaping mouths.

 

I let the beam of light from my torch slowly run along their alluringly attired figures.

 

Damn, if these two weren’t a delicious treat for a thief to come across.

 

I walked up, holding out my hand with the open satin ascot now draped over it.

 

“All right my lovely twits. Drop your purses, then I’ll be having your lovely jewels handed over.

 

Both purses plopped to the ground.

 

“That’s good, children. Obey properly and this will be over in no time.”

 

I put my torch beam on the redhead.

 

“Red, your first. Start by peeling off that pretty jacket and tossing it to my feet.”

 

Unhappily the redhead obeyed. Pulling the satin jacket off, her fine breasts puffed out, her emeralds flickering.

 

As the elegant jacket fell from her hand, I grabbed the hand and looked over her emerald bracelet and rings.

 

“Your emeralds then missy, pile them nicely up on this. “

 

I held up the ascot and she miserably obeyed. The brunette just stood there, frozen as she watched her friend begin to remove her jewelry,

 

The redhead, with upper-class obedience, began slipping off her rings, then undoing her bracelet and placing them all gently on top of the satin ascot coveting my palm.

  

Then reaching behind her neck, she unclamped and lifted off the shimmering emerald and diamond necklace that had looked so pretty laying along the black satin cowl neck top she had on, which nicely outlined her rounded youthful breasts.

 

The necklace curled up nicely on top of the rings and bracelet. Then she reached up in her hair first on one side, then the other as she unhappily removed her beautiful earrings.

 

She stepped back looking wretchedly at my open palm holding her shimmering jewelry.

 

I turned my beam of light from her, then onto her haughty companion.

 

“That’s lovely, now you miss. I’ll have your mink first. Drop it here.”

 

I let my light drop down to the black satin jacket, laying shiny upon the ground at my feet. Soon it was covered by the mink.

 

The brunette was also looking down at her mink, acting like I was finished with her. Some persuasion was going to be needed with this one.

 

I pointed my beam along her incredibly beautiful, sleek blue gown, fully exposed to me for the first time. I let my light stop at her dangling diamond necklace.

 

“Necklace first luv, then those bracelets and your rings. Make it quick now. “

 

I kept my beam on her, enjoying the show as with trembling fingers she undid her necklace, pulled it off, and added it to the gleaming pile in my open palm. Then off from her blue satin gloves came her bracelets, followed by her five jewelled rings.

 

My hand really began to feel the weight of the glittery pile it held.

 

“Let’s have those Earrings, then those pretty clips and we’re almost done here, aren’t we?”

 

She obeyed, pulling off each of her long cascading diamond earrings. Placing each one on top of the shimmering pile.

 

“That’s just lovely, as are your fine hair pieces.”

 

She whimpered as she pulled out those glittery clips. Her hair falls in straggling curls. She started to step back.

 

“Hold on my pretty lass..”

 

I ordered her while jamming the jewel-laden ascot into my pocket.

 

She stopped. Looking questioning at me with sad large eyes.

 

“Your gown. My partner took a fancy to it and was wondering, Is it Yves Saint Laurent?”

 

Despite the stress of being robbed, her social class came out. She corrected me like I was silly not to know.

 

“No it’s a Dior …”

 

I chuckled:

“No matter. And I’ll admit I agree, it is a lovely thing. Too lovely to have you going on wearing It. Off with it now twit.”

 

She hesitated.

 

“No quibbling, off with it or do I need to have my friend come and do it?”

 

With a choked gulp, She undid it, then slipped it off, exposing the heavy blue silk full slip underneath. Her bra-less breasts, high and pointed, poked out from underneath.

 

I grabbed its slinky length and dropped it onto her mink

 

“Go join your friend.”

Once they were together I then pointed my beam of light to their shiny footwear.

 

“Kick them off, then turn around. “

 

They obeyed my command.

 

With my light pointed up on their sleek backs I sharply said.

 

“Now start waking away, count 50 steps, stop, and count to one hundred before turning back. Now go!”

  

They stumble off as I move up and picking up the pumps and high heels, chucked them off into the woods

 

I called out after them.

 

“By the way. Ruddy bad form you three. You see, some of the best people my partners and I know would be of the servant class. And speaking of which, we put your friend in the trunk. Better let him out before he chokes on his words.”

 

I picked up their designer purses, the mink, and the satin jacket, bundled them all with the Dior gown, and headed back.

 

Going back past the bench I hear thumping going on from inside the trunk.

 

Tapping on it as I pass, I then head straight back to my sports car with their valuables.

 

Putting everything in the boot on top of my other loot, I hop in start the engine, and slowly pull out back onto the road.

 

As I drive past the house I see a light on in the daughter’s room.

 

Probably getting out in the Nick of time I told myself. Not that I was sweating it, but I scolded myself …

 

“Girl, you did some serious relying on luck this first day of the new year.

 

I enjoyed the roar of my lotus’s powerful motor as I sped away along the first highway I came to. It match the exhilaration I was feeling as I drive on.

 

I ended up driving straight for the next 2 1/2 hours, fast enough to put almost 250 Kilometers, 3 highways, and 2 counties between the stone manor and myself.

 

I was still in the countryside, the sunrise just peaking over the horizon, when I decided to pull off.

 

I knew this area. A few kilometers down the road was an inn that served a nice steak and kidney pie. They would be opening in a couple of hours and I should be able to get a room to finally have a much-needed Kip.

 

The husband and wife owners were a lovely, discreet couple who knew me as a well paying, friendly, If not mysterious, guest. They treated me like a Grandchild whenever I slipped in.

 

But for now, I just needed a place to pry my knuckles from the leather-encased steering wheel and take a break from driving.

  

Off to the side of the road, I spotted the old ruins, overlooking a lake.

 

Reaching them I pulled over, then backed down into a grove of trees.

 

It was chilly in the early morning foggy mist. So I went to the boot of the car and looked at my recent acquisitions. Deciding the sable would be warmer than leather, mink, or satin.

 

I pulled it out and put it on.

 

I then quickly rearranged things so what needed to be hidden, was. With my luggage layin' inconspicuously on top. Then I picked up my purse and closed the boot.

 

I walked to the ruins and sat down. Feeling at long last that I could finally breathe easy.

 

Opening my purse I pulled out the broach I had plucked from the dancing daughter.

 

Looking it over my mind goes to the girl’s bedroom and has a bit of fantasy over what the daughter may have been thinking as she was pleasuring herself.

 

I knew what things I fantasized over that helped me bring out a similar prickling pleasure, for I also owned ribbed playthings.

 

I laid the brooch on a flat piece of the old wall, then reaching back inside my purse pulled out a large victory cigar, along with the male prig’s silver flask.

 

Reaching for a lighter I saw the heavy silver one lifted off the American husband George King.

 

I had a clear look at it for the first time. It was solid gold with the inlaid head of a bearded king. A very nice piece. So happy I had lifted it.

 

While still admiring it, I reflected on the dance we had had…

 

I lit the cigar and began sending satisfying puffs of smoke which curled up and were soon lost to the rising mist coming off from the still waters of the lake.

 

Then screwing off the top of the flask, had a good sip of a very fine old scotch.

 

I raised the flask to the rising red sun, now cutting through the hazy mists, and properly saluted in the new year.

  

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Sometimes I really feel so feminine that I just want to be pretty. Just to dress up for myself and enjoy the look, the feeling, and the clothes and accessories. Yes I am dressing up for myself, my most deserving admirer !

We are approaching the traditional end of the harvest season of the old agricultural year and entering into the dark half of the year. At the time of this last harvest, also known as Samhain or Halloween, the hedgerows and trees are bursting with edible fruits, nuts and berries. I've collected just a small selection here for a seasonal still life. Hawthorn, Rosehips, Sweet Chestnuts, Crabapples, Wildings (apples sprouted from discarded apple-cores, often crossed with Crabapples), hazelnuts, acorns (edible if correctly processed), blackberries and Sloes. If you know what to do with them, there is still a veritable delight of wild foods to be found; many of which our ancestors would have relied on to carry them through the long, cold dark months of winter... #stilllife #still_life #autumn2013 #Samhain #halloween #wildharvest #wildfruits #crabapples #foraging #oxfordshire #uk #hurricanelamp #trug #markmakingdesign #most_deserving #photowall #all_shots_ #uk_potd #icatching #bd #ig_captures_nature #red_mm #redthursday

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Cornish clotted cream, fresh scones and strawberry jam served with Earl Grey tea. This shot was an unbelievable nightmare to set up — from sorting out the composition and lighting to getting the table linen straight (and crease free)! Even the silverware needed much polishing. By the time I was eventually happy with the shot, I was famished and desperate to scoff the scones — which were lovely!! #creamtea #scones #clottedcream #tea #teatime #foodphotography #foodstyles_gf #foodartstyles_gf #still_life #stilllife #markmakingdesign #most_deserving #photowall #all_shots_ #uk_potd #icatching #bd #niftyfifty #baking #foodporn #strawberryjam #oxfordshire #ig_captures

Manufacturer: Rogue Automotive

Nationality: United states

First assembled: Fall 2215

Birthplace: Lemont, IL

Engine: 8.3 L Supercharged V10

HP: 900 BHP

0-60: 3.1 seconds

Top speed: 286.43 MPH

 

Since it's conception, Rogue Automotive has been known for building some of the most hardcore hypercars in the western hemisphere, so in 2212 it was quite a shock when they unveiled the 800-4 Assault. an all wheel drive super sedan. At the time it was the most luxurious car Rogue offered, with an interior like fine luxury and performance collided. Then at the 2215 West Coast Auto Show Rogue surprised again with the launch of the Wolf series, a new nameplate meant to combine Rogue's performance with high luxury. First the mid-sized Assault Sedan wore the trademark White and Black, then the 4x4 HD truck followed. Now, at the 2215 New York Auto Show, the car many said was most deserving of the Wolf treatment has finally earned it. The Assault sedan, Rogue's first dive into luxury, is now the flagship vehicle of the Wolf line. Like the other Wolf cars it flies the White and black colors and has a new bodykit to distinct itself from other Rogue products. For performance, the 800-4 Assault in now the 900-4. With a Supercharger added to the V10, the Assault Wolf now has 900 horsepower going to all four wheels. This improves the assault's performance, giving a 0-60 of 2.9 seconds and a top speed nearing a dizzying 290 MPH. But, true to the purpose of the Wolf line, this new Assault isn't just a superfast machine. While various handling components like the suspension, brakes, ride can be switched to race mode at the touch of a button for the hardest performance, they can also go into luxury mode to make your 900 HP monster into a docile, comfortable cruiser. And they aren't lying when they say comfortable. The interior was completely redone by Swedish manufacturer Acro Motors to make the inside of the Assault Wolf as posh and luxurious as possible. There's still remnants of the Assault's race attitude, but if you wanted you could comfortable live in the Assault Wolf's interior if you pleased. The Assault Wolf is set to launch in the fall of 2215 for a price of $125,000. So far only the sedan will be available in the Wolf trim, as the coupe Assault was very short-lived and the wagon's fate is more or less in the air.

I was born on this day and am not a veteran, but grateful to all who served to give us the Freedom we enjoy. If you know a veteran say thank you and give special recognition to those who saw combat, for they are most deserving of gratitude.

"I got first again, Of course. Like why do these ratchet ass hoe's even think they got a chance? Ew.

Most deserving, Other than me? Most likely Raven.

Least deserving? That's easy. Xoila. Or what ever that whack ass thing is"

 

Hmm yahh.

  

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American veterans are the bravest, most loyal, and most deserving of respect among any segment of people in our great country...I proudly wear the red, white, & blue as a salute to the many men & women that defend my freedom to do so against all opposition. And, while today is a day set aside to honor veterans, these individuals should be honored every single day for the sacrifice and service that they give to our country. Thank you for all that you do for our country!!

 

Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.

 

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11

Homemade coffee cupcakes and fresh brew coffee — someone won't be sleeping anytime soon! The combination of clear glass and polished chrome made for some lighting challenges — there's a lot going on off-stage to control the light, reflections and highlights. A polarising filter cut some of the unwanted reflections plus enhanced the colour tones in the wood and cakes. White reflectors are used to catch highlights in the glass and chrome and black card is strategically placed to control the incoming light. Processed in PS Touch, iPhoto and Snapseed entirely on my iPad. #freshbrew #cona #desertporn #cupcakes #caffeine #coffee #coffeeporn #niftyfifty #foodphotography #foodstyles_gf #foodartstyles_gf #still_life #stilllife #markmakingdesign #most_deserving #photowall #all_shots_ #uk_potd #icatching #bd #niftyfifty #bokeh #dofaddicts #ig_captures #bakingporn #baking #greatbritishbakeoff #ketsourinemacarons

A medley of cheeses, fruits, nuts and a glass of port for a classic cheeseboard selection. #stilllife #still_life #autumn2013 #Samhain #halloween #foraging #oxfordshire #uk #markmakingdesign #most_deserving #photowall #all_shots_ #uk_potd #icatching #bd #cheeseporn #cheeseboard #stilton #reblochon #pears #port #niftyfifty

London, England, 1792 and disgraced former adviser to King George III, Thomas Stewart, is on the run. Knowing he has only hours before the authorities catch up with him, he unlocks the door to his secret workshop and attempts to complete the Great Experiment. The dream: to create the 'Philosopher's Stone', an alchemical device so powerful it can transmute base elements into pure gold... The hypothosis: that the right combination of light, focused through a crystal sphere, onto a receptive mineral specimen would yield untold power and riches. The problem: someone had been talking, and the authorities wanted the power for themselves. The solution: flight, hopefully taking the finished Stone with him, but had The Experiment worked? Would he be able to get away? Where would he go? ................................................. Composing this shot was almost as hard as making a Philosopher's Stone!! An awful lot of work has gone into preparing the little potion bottles, and into getting the lighting and composition right. I've been planning this, on and off, for a few months — I have some ideas around related subjects...#narrative #stilllife #still_life #leatherbound #antiquarian #crystalball #alchemy #alchemist #fiftyshadesoforange #orangewednesday #oxfordshire #uk #most_deserving #photowall #all_shots #uk_photooftheday #icatching #bd #markmakingdesign #philosophersstone #sorcerersstone

All the wind last night killed the electricity supply — a good excuse to break out the hurricane lamps and candles! Luckily the camera still had enough power to run off a few shots before I got to eat my supper! Lit mostly with the candle and hurricane lamp, I had to break out the off-camera flash for a bit of extra light — the neighbours probably thought I was letting off indoor fireworks! Decorated the scene with a few fallen leaves to represent the wind! #powercut #gales #hurricanelamp #candlelight #strobist #soup #niftyfifty #foodphotography #foodstyles_gf #foodartstyles_gf #still_life #stilllife #markmakingdesign #most_deserving #photowall #all_shots_ #uk_potd #icatching #bd #niftyfifty #autumn2013 #oxfordshire

  

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The thing about fog is how it softens the ugly and brightens the beautiful, gives nothing but good emotion to lonely places most deserving. I've never liked to know too much about what's next, there's this paralyzing force of anticipation that does me no good. The brand of anxiety I've got prefers a vanishing point, a destination out of sight. It reminds me of playing video games in the 90s, when computing power limited draw distance. There was always a mist out there on the horizon, a world waiting to load, calling you closer before all was revealed. Now, even though technology gives everything away, I still look at life within the render. All I want to see is in reach, close on the sides and secret. While the big picture whirls out of all size and perspective, I look for a little one that never makes the news or history books. Ordinary stories, like the one I'm living, the tale I'm telling now.

 

April 5, 2021

Kings County, Nova Scotia

 

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More baking fun this wild and windy autumn afternoon. Two different sizes of cupcake and two-tone chocolate and coffee icings. Decided to colour tone with a complementary blend of pink rosebuds and azure espresso cups to contrast with the rich luscious browns of the chocolate. Very minimally processed in Snapseed to warm the image a little and slightly increase contrast. #desertporn #cupcakes #chocolate #chocolateporn #coffee #niftyfifty #foodphotography #foodstyles_gf #foodartstyles_gf #still_life #stilllife #markmakingdesign #most_deserving #photowall #all_shots_ #uk_potd #icatching #bd #niftyfifty #bokeh #dofaddicts #autumn2013 #ig_captures #bakingporn #baking #greatbritishbakeoff #ketsourinemacarons