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Without a king, there are no pawns. In the absence of peons, there be no kings. There's actually a broad linguistic connexion between 'pawn', and 'peon'. Either way you spell it, they're still the guy who gets killed first in battle.
ODC-Everyday Miracles
It is amazing how people who grow these Christmas Flowers can actually force them to change colour just in time for the holidays.
"At the center of your being you have the answer, you know who you are and you know what you want "
◄Looking close... on Friday! #Round
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Pocket watch owned by my great-grandfather, George R.(though sometimes S) Hoffman. Time stopped for Pappy on March 04, 1963. He was born in 1877, and he was alive for the first 8 years of my life. He gave me a connexion to my great-great-grandfather, Reuben Hoffman, who was born in 1822. My grandmother, Naomi, knew her grandfather Reuben for 5 years, so that gives me a direct generational connexion that now stretches 200 years. Blows my mind to think of it. The watch no longer works, hasn't for a long time, but it emphasizes the connexions we have with those who went before us.
I'll say "bird" before I'll say "birdie". lol Just a quirk acquired from a coach of coaches. She had a real influence on how I viewed the game. It's feeling like spring here in Southern New Brunswick today. We'll see if it lasts. March break for school kids here. Next week back in my old province of Ontario. I posted a similar photo in 2020, but in sepia.
Could this be the moment when Peter Rabbit, comes to life ! It hopped on my Flickr photostream and said : You've spent to much time on Flickr past week , didn't you ?! What's happening with you Kristina !
:) :)
"PORTRAY A MOVIE".
Inspired by fabulous movie Miss Potter (2006)
Que tengan un hermoso fin de semana!
For some reason the Exif Information says Iphone, but it's not. I just used VSCOCam to process the shot I took with my Canon DSLR.
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“Cooking is at once child’s play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.” - Craig Claiborne
Hope you have a warm and wonderful weekend!
Two recent, interesting acquisitions. Not sure how many cameras in my collection, but, I don't collect for monetary value. Rather, I chose well used, interesting looking, sometimes quirky cameras. Cameras that were clearly used, and enjoyed by someone in the past. These are two of four that I recently shot.
Oh boo hoo, I was working with this composition and trying to move the oil and vinegar around and the balsamic vinegar slipped out of my hand and poured out all over my front room carpet. I had to abandon the photography and clean up. Needless to say this wasn't exactly what I was going for but here it is anyway. I forgot to put out the mozzarella slices too.
The Flickr Lounge- Festive Photos
Just got these lovely candles today. I love them because they aren't real fire and I have a remote with them so I can turn them on and off.
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"Sir Kazuo Ishiguro OBE FRSA FRSL (/kæˈzuːoʊ ˌɪʃɪˈɡʊəroʊ, ˈkæzuoʊ -/; born 8 November 1954) is a British novelist, screenwriter, musician, and short-story writer. He was born in Nagasaki, Japan, and moved to Britain in 1960 when he was five. "
As a teacher, I always had dice in my desk drawer for teaching probability. The only problem was that I could never find them. What are the odds? These dice were never in my desk. I bought them here in New Brunswick for shots like this. lol And, as Dirty Harry once said, "Are ya feelin' lucky, Punk? Well, are ya?" And, yeah before you jump all over me, I know that's a misquote.
I Broke Again Today
I broke again today,
A million little pieces
Not so’s you would notice
My heart has died a thousand times
I broke again today
The pain it never ceases
There’s nothing in this world
Could ever change this paradigm
I tried to call again last night
To hear your voice on the other side
Maybe you still think of me
Of who we used to be
Before we said that last goodbye
Sitting alone here in the dark
My soul covered with love’s scars
Reminders of the joy, the pain
The costly price we paid
You played me like an old guitar
I broke again today
A million ice cold pieces
There’ll be no goin’ back
No hope, no future in my tears
I broke again today
My hand all eights and aces
Outside a storm still rages
Now I’m forced to face my fears
Our Daily Challenge : On the table
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7 Days with Flickr - Wednesdays theme : Macro or closeup
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Sweet little pouring jug made by my dear and talented mother-in-law. Spoon made by my dear and talented husband. Eggs made by a chicken who I am sure is lovely too.
I still remember colouring eggs with my mom and older sister when we lived in Joanna, Pa., a lifetime ago. As was my wont, I was very bad at it. lol I remember going to a couple Easter egg hunts as a little'n. Very frustrating, because as a terminally shy, hopeless introvert, I would always let the others get the eggs, even if I saw them first. Probably the early stages of my people pleasing personality as well. lol Fun times.