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Die Verpackung einer Praline!
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Für „Crazy Tuesday“ am 31.01.2023.
Thema:“Packaging“ (Verpackung)
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Imballaggio del fieno in preparazioedell'autunno
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It was a dark and stormy night in Luang Namtha. The streets were strangely empty, as if the entire town had heeded a warning.
As I was making my way to my hostel an old man approached me, carrying a large package. I could see it was wrapped in tattered brown paper and tied with fraying string
"Excuse me, sir," the old man said in broken English. "You help me, please? I cannot carry this package any farther."
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I wanted to get involved. But something about the old man's earnest expression and the strange aura around him made me curious.
"O.K." I said, reaching out to take the package.
"Thank you, thank you," the old man said, bowing deeply. "You are kind person. Please, take package to edge of town and open. I give you money."
He pressed a wad of crumpled bills into my hand and hurried off into the night, leaving me alone with the mysterious parcel.
As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder what could be inside. Was it a valuable treasure, a dangerous weapon, or something even more sinister? I found myself growing more and more uneasy with each step. Then a strange rustling movement came from within.
Finally, I reached a field and set the package down on the road side. I took a deep breath and carefully untied the string, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands shaking, I pulled the paper away and revealed what was inside.
A very startled monitor lizard wriggled out and vanished into the darkness.
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Both images I edited in the same way (raw converter and Luminar 4). This one, however, was shot as a JPEG, and as close as I could get. Lead pipes, sheet lead, zinc wire.
N960HL, a Cessna 208B Super Cargomaster, lifting off runway 09 at George F.L. Charles Airport (formerly Vigie Airport) at Castries, Saint Lucia. Operated for DHL Express by Air St. Kitts and Nevis (now Kingfisher Air Services), it was bound for Marigot, Dominica.
An exquisite seed pod of a cape gooseberry (Physalis peruviana).
Found 4 of them hiding in the grass and was rather stoked as I'd assumed the birds had eaten them. Even though the pods were skeletonising, the fruit inside was absolutely delicious.
Everyone loves packages! Customize your addresses and decorations on the sides or leave it as is. Fill with goodies and send to a friend!
Wonderfully decadent Mozart Chocolate. Sadly all that's left is the packaging. For the Crazy Tuesday challenge: Close up packaging.
Happy Crazy Tuesday!
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Johnny Lightning "Monopoly" packaging including an exclusive Monopoly game piece.
#1/4 test shots for the 7//26/22 Crazy Tuesday Theme:
"Container and its contents"
This is just a prototype packaging, but it is basically a trio of bullnose clip magnets clipped onto a slit into one of my self designed barrette cards, then popped into a plastic bag and covered with my card stock and stapled.
It might not be the most upmarket place we’ve stayed in this year, but George (presumably Anglicized for the overwhelmingly British clientele) and his team have given us a very warm welcome. The apartment is comfortable and clean and we don’t ask for more than that. If George is slightly disappointed that we don’t spend quite as much time or money at the hotel bar as most of his guests, he doesn’t show it. Maybe my rapturous approval of the house Village Salad has put a big mark in the credit column for the occupants of room sixty-six. But we prefer to explore a holiday destination rather than lounge about by the pool ordering pints of Mythos all day. Besides which, Ali only drinks water. Hot water or cold water are the only two beverages she needs in life. People don’t believe her at first - they think she’s just being polite. No really - no tea, no coffee, definitely no juice or sugary fizzy pop (you should see her face when I pour a glass of orange juice in the morning), and no alcohol either. I make up for these shortfalls - except for the fizzy pop. I don’t drink that stuff either. I’m quite keen on the Mythos though. Especially the way it’s served in frozen glasses. I’ve taken to putting my own beer glasses in the ice box for an hour before pouring one back at the apartment in the evenings.
Our holiday rep is young, shy and giggly. She’s also Swedish. I was in Sweden less than two weeks ago, and at the bar, as I pay for my Village Salad, I bore the poor girl to sleep about my adventures in her homeland. She agrees that the west coast is a beautiful part of the country. In turn I agree that we’re having a lovely time here in Rhodes. She grins. I think it’s the last time we’ll stay in a place like this though. For years we booked everything independently, but after the pandemic, and just so we could blame everything on the operator when things went wrong, we returned to the traditional package holiday. But it’s not really our thing. Neither of us like mixing with other people, and we really don’t need to be entertained in the evenings. We much prefer the sound of the cicadas at night to what we’re being served with here. So far we’ve been treated to Whitney Houston, Bob Marley, Lionel Richie, Billy Ocean, Rihanna, Wilson Pickett and Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. All of this as we sit out on the balcony each evening, whether we like it or not. Obviously not the actual artists. How much do you think we paid for this holiday? Besides which it wouldn’t be possible as a number of them aren’t with us anymore. What’s interesting is that all of the performers come from South Africa. We think it’s the same people coming back every two or three nights, each time wearing different wigs. The quizmaster isn’t from South Africa though. Essex I reckon. He was still reading out the questions after midnight the other evening. The majority of the other guests are several years older than us. Exactly how many Rihanna songs are they familiar with? I only know two and I’m a mere stripling compared to most of them. The artists are very versatile. They usually lapse into Earth Wind and Fire or Heatwave after they’ve played the only three songs that anyone knows. Two if it’s Rihanna. Nobody seems to notice.
And competing with all of this is the din from the bar just across the way. To my horror, someone in charge of the jukebox has just faded out Mark Knopfler’s legendary guitar break from “The Sultans of Swing,” the only thing that has quite literally been music to my ears as we sit out here on the balcony in the dark. Because apparently it’s karaoke night. And the most important thing about being a karaoke performer is that you need to be tone deaf. Take the hen party that’s shouting the words of Paul Heaton over the microphone. More like an Imperfect Ten really. I sigh and open the Booking.com app. I noticed there were some apartments in a village up in the hills near the Seven Springs that we visited the other day. Next time we’ll do it all independently again, just like we used to.
To escape from all of this we’ve hired a car, just like we always do on these holidays. This time it’s a white Suzuki Celerio with a squeaky clutch pedal and a remote key fob that has a dead battery. Mostly we turn right at the bottom of our road, heading along the strip and out of town towards wherever we’ve decided to retreat to. Each time we do this, our first hazard is a bend in the road that I’ve unaffectionately named Poo Pong corner, a reference to the fact that it evidently sits over the town’s sewage drain, and upon which someone has opened a restaurant called Flames. Oh the irony! Surely it would only take a lit cigarette on an especially noxious day for the Flames to go up in, well, flames? It never seems to be that busy there. I love Greek food, but not when there are competing aromas coming from a river of floating effluent just a few yards away that’s come from the inner workings of a couple of thousand overindulgent tourists.
Occasionally though, we turn left instead of right, and drive a mile or two down the road to the tiny beach at the edge of the next town. This is a little piece of the Greece we love, with quiet water lapping at the shoreline, the flat warm sea such a gentle contrast to the drama we’re used to at home. And one evening as the sun sunk over the hills in the west it delivered the first worthwhile picture. Strangely, taken along the holiday strip rather than in some remote wild area. Later, back on the balcony, as someone from the raucous bar squawked to everyone within a half mile radius that they were simply the best, I had a quick go at it on the little laptop that comes with me on every holiday these days. I decided to award myself a small glass of ouzo. And promptly changed my mind in favour of a slightly bigger one. I needed to do something to drown that karaoke out.
From the awesome IttyBittyCuteandPretty. Thank you so much for the Domo swap and all these extra goodies. I love everything
Here are my atcs's for the Mermaid Pageant ATC Swap I hosted in The Faerie Zine.
All the packages went out this week, we had a few drop out, so I had to make some extras, that is why we are delayed. Hope that's okay!
Enjoy!
P.S. Swppers if you read this, I'll be posting in the faerie zine group and you will each receive a seaside collage sheet, emailed to you over the weekend!
Hugs!
Lisa!
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Preparing a gift package....red tissue paper and brown bag with red interior. Edge of card envelope in bottom right.
I’m endlessly fascinated by the Oriental poppies in the nearby public garden. What a perfect little package!
i guess this seems more like me. i dont like the edit though. ill probably replace it once i get it right.
ewww im making so many bad things lately. i havent done something i like for weeks. GET ME OUT OF THIS RUTTTTTTTT! &*#&&*(%#$@^(#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay.. so ill admit this one is growing on me. but just a little bit.