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Hello Flickr! Been away for a bit for the holidays but wanted to drop in and say Happy New Year! Will be back soon. Miss you!
If it's possible, I'd like to have Japanese Maple Tree in my garden.
So I picked them up and brought home.
I try to grow them.... pray for appearing of new life.
Flowers plucked that convey our sentiments to almighty
Flowers for right,pure and useful thoughts....
One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon.
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
~Rumi
The Challenge Factory winner - FRUIT challenge.
37/365
seriously lacking inspiration on my 365 right now. sorry to be so unoriginal with all the food shots. the darn weather doesn't help much. can't wait for spring blossoms.
1/Brouwerij Kees 2 IPA 3/Pullip Doll 3/Hema tompouce & fuits 4/matching colour 5/painting 6/on the table
🎼You say toe-may-toe,
🎶I say...I don't care what you call 'em, I ain't eatin' those purple ones!!!
Two more Deadman's Hand shots (more still to come. Until I get all the elements in the shot that I'm going for, or I too get totally bored by the project.) That's Arizona Ice Tea in the shot glasses-even though nobody asked. lol This is one guess as to the hand that Wild Bill Hickok was holding when he was shot in the back of the head in Deadwood, Dakota Territory on August 2, 1876. The "hand" of course is only a part of the legend that was Wild Bill, real name James Butler Hickok. It's difficult to separate fact from fiction as it is with many of the Old West Americans known to history. I like to think that he was playing this hand (including the queen of hearts), though there is no definitive reason why I should believe that. lol
Yeah, needless to say (though, I will anyway) the black ornaments did not turn out so well. I just couldn't elicit the feeling I wanted from the setup. But, I wanted to include all the colours that I shot this year. I find the black and gold to be very powerful.
Today, I picked up a very old Robertson screwdriver at an antique store in London. I'm attempting to shoot the end fit, so non-Canadians can see what it looks like. The sticker on the handle of the screwdriver called it a "Canadian Screwdriver." lol I guess that's true.
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31/365 {goodbye, january}
at the new lavazza expressions cafe in naperville.
finally....we get something other than a starbucks.
This is kinda where I was going with the whole idea of Christmas At The Cottage. Sadly, it doesn't look like a dock, the cottage is too small, the snow looks fake (Hint: It kinda is lol) and the Muskoka chairs too large, making for a Very Chaotic Christmas At The Cottage. Sort of the Twilight Zone version. And now, submitted for your consideration...
There's a very small blueberry tree in my garden and today I gathered them from it.
It was about 6 years ago we could gather the bluberries from the tree.... I don't know the reason but I haven't had no harvest since then.
So there're only 5 blueberries but they made me very happy.
And the tree has a little more blueberries on it which haven't colored yet!!
Of course they are yummy even if we my family ate only one each. :-)
The Boxer
Another night of standing
Hunched over toe to toe
Of feeling punches landing
Grimacing with each blow
Covered now in blood and sweat
They wiped his beaten face
He didn’t know how he could get
Far from this odious place
He turned and searched the raucous crowd
Through bleary, swollen eyes
He heard his corner shouting loud
He felt his spirits die
For she was nowhere to be seen
This time she’d left for good
She couldn’t stand to watch his pain
She’d taken all she could
He heard the bell took one deep breath
He smacked his gloves and glared
At the man who now would beat him
In this contest of despair
I think I ruined this one.
The idea was inspired by something I've read months ago on how the food we eat alters our dreams.
I'll try better tomorrow!
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