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Put Your Hands Up! by Philip Johnson

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winter walk by susan bein

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Put the plastic wrapper from a cauliflower over my lens and went for a nice walk in the woods.

Cröllwitzer Pute, m, Tierpark Dessau by julia_HalleFotoFan

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Die Cröllwitzer Pute ist ein Farbschlag der Deutschen Pute.

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Die Cröllwitzer Pute steht bei der Gesellschaft zur Erhaltung alter und gefährdeter Haustierrassen auf der roten Liste und ist als gefährdet eingestuft.

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Airforce summer.... by Per Ottar Walderhaug

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..did put on my rubber boots, went into the wetlands to shoot (photograph) som swans and cranes to day, a sure sign that summer is on it way ;)

Put your coat on before you go outside, dear by Christopher Hall

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sharecropper house or how to meet the neighbors by Ty Siscoe

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i bought a 200 acre farmstead in southern virgina several years back.the property had been basically abandoned for 20 years and the

locals had grown very accustomed to regarding it as their own hunting

ground. we bought the property in oct/nov'ish, which is the begining

of deer hunting season in those parts (the creep of southernism

in my speech will become readily apparent, bear with). so the first

several weekends, i would take my father up there to make a clearing

to put up a storage shed and build up my smithy forge. we put up no

trespassing signs and chains across the road, but they would be torn

down and cut when we arrived. it was clear we werent going to be

entirely welcome. .

One weekend my dad stopped at a pawn shop on the drive up, saying he

wanted to look at something. 10 minutes later he came out with 2

Chinese semi-auto assault rifles and 1000 rounds of high velocity

ammo.

'Ummm....' i said, 'not a good idea'

"We have to be prepared. Things might get hairy."

"Sure, but you know how to fire one of those?"

"pretty sure"

"nice....just put em in the trunk and forget about them dad.'

so when we arrive the signs are down and the chains cut and dad is

freaking out that the locals arent showing us respect. i sigh, roll

eyes, and start a fire to make some coffee. now in virginia they use

dogs to hunt. the deer are flushed out into open fields by baying

hounds and beagles where the lazy hunters sits on his truck or ATV and

pops off shots at them. as we start drinking coffee, a pack of dogs

tears thru our campsite and we see a deer pull out of a grove about

100 feet to our left and tear across 40 feet ahead of us into a broom

straw pasture. shotguns erupted from an opposing treeline about 100

feet to our right. 8,9, maybe 10 shots fired, tangentially in front of us. dad runs back to the car, pulls an assault rifle from the

trunk, loads up a 50 round clip, and marches past me towards the

treeline of hunters.

'whoa! what the fuck do you think you are doing?!'

'im gonna teach those bastards some respect!!'

'put the gun down, dad. you arent going anywhere with that.

just settle down.'

'just relax son, i'll take care of this, i'm not afraid.'

'hahaha, im certainly not afraid of them either. but...they know we

are here. they are just trying to rattle us - and apparently it worked

on you. now look, this is the big picture here. there are probably 4

or 5 locals in that treeline, they can probably see you right now,

they have probably been hunting here since they were children, they

know this land, they know the local sheriff, they dont know you. you

go charging in there and they might even drop you and not a word would

be said about it. you were in the army like 30 years ago, you read

soldier of fortune magazine on the toilet - this doth not a commando

maketh. just settle down, gimme the rifle and go load up the

other one.'

reluctantly he gave me the gun. i took it over behind a huge 4 foot

diameter fallen oak out of the sight line of the hunters, left it

there, and returned to my coffee. ten minutes later, another deer

flushed out and another volley erupted from the treeline. dad gave me

a withering look of contempt as if he was digusted for siring such a

spineless son. i smirked back and said 'breathe....its ok. trust me.'

i went over to the oak and the rifle, put down my coffee, and squeezed

off all 50 rounds in rapid fire. CRACK CRACK CRACK... an assault rifle

is a loud impressive beast, i must admit. a minute later we heard a

jeep and an atv drive off from the treeline. i went back to the fire,

finished my coffee and asked dad to get the other rifle and go get

down by the oak.

'what?'

'trust me...serious. you have about 2 minutes.'

as he got the gun and walked over to the tree, we saw a convoy of 6

trucks and jeeps and atvs barrelling down our drive road (about a mile

long).

'dad, please just stay put behind that tree, dont let them see where

you are, unless, obviously things get 'hairy', then call the cops on

your cell and handle things. but remember even if you shoot in

self-defense, you are going to jail, and its their jail."

"what the hell? what are you going to do??'

'no big, we are going to have a little chat. no worries'

a minute later, the six vehicles pull up around in a semi circle and

like 15 hunters get out, some with their shotguns, others without, but

certainly packing a pistol or something. this huge older thick headed

lout with a stereotypical chunck of chewing 'bacca in his lip and a

grimy blaze orange padded jacket was standing in front, looked around

at our campsite and snorted with complete contempt.

'boy, who the fuck is shooting machine guns around here?!' he says

walking over at me.

i just sat there on a log drinking my coffee looking at him.

'you deef boy? we was up yonder (swear to god they use 'yonder', go

figure!) and some dumbfucker starting shooting automatic machine guns

at us. waddat you?'

i lit a cigarette and just stared at him for another 10 seconds or so.

(honestly i couldnt tell if i was in way over my head, but i

knew if we showed weakness the whole adventure of living up there

would become some fuct hatfield-mccoy OK corral deliverance hillbilly

nightmare)

'this is my land now - and that is my gun. and dont call me boy.'

'now look here, we are out here hunting and you are gonna hit somebody

shooting like that. so you need to settle down...boooooyyyy. we'been

hunting here for over 20 years and the season just started. we'll tell

y'all when you its safe for you to come back here and play or whatever

the hell you california boys do back here (the realtor must have

filled the locals in on our situation).

cigarette drag. stare.

'you got me, boy?'

'no, boyyyy. here is the deal. this is my land now - and you are

fucking trespassing. i fired those shots, not at your boys, but into

the ground, because i know there is nothing a hunter hates more than

to think there is an asshole out there in the trees with an assault

rifle. i knew it would get your attention. now i am going to live

here. i am clearing off this land to build a home and eventually build

a business. i am gonna raise a family here. i believe in good

neighbors. i am gonna be a good neighbors. but y'all have started this

out ugly by vandalizing my signs, cutting my chains, trespassing to

hunt, which can land your ass in state prison for a couple months. so

short of you making some jack ass move and trying to shoot me right

here which i can tell you would be a very bad ideat, we can sit down

and work out some sort arrangement that will make us good neighbors.

so what do you want? you want to fight or figure it out?'

(snort) 'youre fucking crazy!'

'no. just very determined to makes sure everybody walks outta here and

that this little bullshit harrasment stops today. so what do you

want?'

'check this california boy out. who does he think he is'

'look, i already called the game warden this morning before i came up

here. real nice guy (one mongoloid in the back guffawed and said 'he's

a fucker.) he was very obliging and told me all about your state

hunting laws and the serious penalties for trespassing and he even

mentioned that he might be stopping by today to say hello. and last

week i spoke with the county magistrate (DA to them), also a real nice

guy, looks like we are going to be going to the same church (i had

stopped in at the beautiful 200 year old episcopal church on a

previous trip to meet the rector and meet some of the folks - never

especially religious, but i knew enough of small towns to know that

the church is where you socialize and get your social ranking), happy

to see some new faces coming to the county. he told me all about the

history of this part of the county and this property. in fact, he said

if i had any problems to give him a call and he'd give me a hand. so

you and your boys aint got much to stand on right now. you keep up

this hunting and the game warden is gonna revoke your licenses at best

and toss you in jail at the worst, especially if your poachin' was

done in a coercive threating manner, and im sure the magistrate

wouldnt mind a bit drawing up the cases."

'ha, the sheriff is my brother in law,' the lout says.

'cool, roll the dice, see what your brother in law will do for you. or

you put your guns back in your trucks and lets work this out.'

'what'chu got in mind?'

'ok, i accept that y'all have been hunting here since sheriff shappard

died because there was no one to say no, and we all know there isnt

another plot of property with an open 100 acres of clear shooting this

far back off the road for 20 or so miles. so i dont feel right just

telling you boys that you cant hunt here anymore. so you can hunt

here.'

'well thats good, glad youre talking some sense.'

'so you can hunt here for the rest of the season...but next season you

can only hunt the front half of the property and the following year

only the front quarter of the land. you get three more years you can

hunt here, after those three years i should have a home built here and

we can discuss if any of you wants to buy permission to hunt that

front quarter. three years free is a good deal.'

'not really...'

'its better than the alternative. but here's your catch. only you and

your hunt club are allowed to hunt here. no one else. understand?'

'thats not much of a catch, why would we want to share it?'

'the catch is that you are responsible for making sure no one hunts

here, no one vandalizes my gear that i store here, no one messes with

my signs. if anybody hunts and vandalizes this property, then all bets

are off and you can go ask the hunt club down 'yonder!' if you can

hunt with them - i'm sure they wouldnt mind .

long story short, they agreed, we agreed. no more problems with

vandals and such. in fact, they actually called the sheriff on some

boys from another county who had come over during the week to hunt.

and they made sure we knew they had done so. after two years a 300

acre property a mile or so down the road was bought by a timberer and

clear cut. after the trees and shrub growth starting coming back after

a year it was perfect for deer hunting and the timberer had no

objections to the locals hunting there, so it wasnt a problem not

hunting at our place. it was never warm and fuzzy with the locals up

there, but they did respect our property. we never had anymore problems with

them.

damn, i hadnt thought about that story for years now.

Put your finger in my ear ! by oochappan

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Catching myself in the act!!! by maxine

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A rare picture of maxxxi taking a photo with her new mobile phone taken by me with my new mobile!!

It was father day and the weather was beautiful so I popped up to my dads allotment to try out my new camera phone on dads lovely veg……… there’s a small area put to one side for mum to grow flowers…there I found these amazing seed heads next to some panes of cloche or greenhouse glass. I was trying to capture the multiple refracted reflection of the seeds in the glass ……didn‘t realise till I uploaded to my computer that I‘d captured myself too !!! ……oh well never mind!

maxxxi.

Egg case kids meal by Maki Ogawa

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Put 4 small onigiri, cut kiwi fruits and boiled egg in the egg case. I and my boy shared them as our lunch.

Tanjung Puting Nationalpark by Daniel Heiss

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Sunset in Tanjung Puting Nationalpark - Kalimantan - Borneo

Someone Is Happy I Put Out More Sunflower Seeds by Kala King

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When I put out fresh seed, the cardinals show up first to pick out all the sunflower seeds. The feeder right outside my window is the most popular.

Northern Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis)

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"Tito - leads our way" by Ben The Man

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For no less than 35 years, Marshal Tito was the face of Yugoslavia. He moved on the stage of world politics with bravado: he opposed the almighty Soviet Union, his Tito-ism formed the ideal buffer against Stalinsm for the West. In short, Tito put Yugoslavia on the world map. More importantly, Tito has managed to maintain stability in Yugoslavia all these years. How did he manage to keep those very strong nationalistic feelings in check all these years? Tito just said: Don't whine, shut up. Most importantly, Tito, with a sophisticated strategy, made sure that no people felt like a minority. No one is better or more valuable than another. As the leader of his partisan army, which consisted of different population groups, he was the only one who really stood above the parties. Especially in the early years of his reign unsavory things happened. Indeed. People who opposed him during the war or shortly afterwards have been disabled. Thousands of people have been murdered and beaten to death. The problem with dictators, and Tito was of course a dictator, is that they don't have suitable successors. No one can and should stand in their shadow, so when such a ruler dies, power falls into the hands of all kinds of incapable figures. After Tito's death in 1980, Yugoslavia is rapidly declining. The increasingly poor relations between the different population groups eventually culminate in a civil war. You can still find slogans of Tito, also here at the abandoned Prevlaka Fortress: Tito - leads our way - to je naš put -

Prevlaka is a peninsula at the entrance to the Bay of Kotor - Montenegro. It is the southernmost point in Croatia. There is a neglected fortress from 1870. It was bombed in 1943 and this is still clearly visible. There are plans for restoration. The reserve is totally overgrown, but nature is breathtaking. There is a beautiful view from the terrace. Prevlaka's strategic location and proximity to a naval base have led Prevlaka to several quarrels between Croatia and Yugoslavia. In the early 1990s, during the Croatian War of Independence, Yugoslavia occupied the peninsula. In 1996, the two countries agreed to demilitarize it, and UN observers came to monitor it. Recognized as a territory of Croatia in 2006. Worth a visit if you like abandoned ancient ruins.

Maar liefst 35 jaar lang was maarschalk Tito hét gezicht van Joegoslavië. Met bravoure bewoog hij zich op het toneel van de wereldpolitiek: hij joeg de almachtige Sovjet-Unie tegen zich in het harnas, zijn titoïsme vormde voor het Westen de ideale buffer tegen het stalinisme. Hoe slaagde hij erin die zeer heftige nationalistische gevoelens al die jaren in toom te houden? ‘Tito zei gewoon: “Niet zeuren, bek houden.”‘ Het belangrijkste was dat Tito er met een uitgekiende strategie voor zorgde dat geen enkel volk zich een minderheid voelde. Niemand is beter of meer waard dan een ander. Als leider van zijn ,b>partizanenleger, dat uit verschillende bevolkingsgroepen bestond, was hij de enige die werkelijk boven de partijen stond. Vooral in de eerste jaren van zijn bewind zijn er onverkwikkelijke zaken gebeurd. Inderdaad. Mensen die hem tijdens de oorlog of vlak daarna tegenwerkten zijn uitgeschakeld. Duizenden mensen zijn vermoord en doodgeslagen. Na Tito’s dood in 1980 gaat het snel bergafwaarts met Joegoslavië. De steeds slechtere verhoudingen tussen de verschillende bevolkingsgroepen culmineren uiteindelijk in een burgeroorlog. Er zijn vandaag de dag nog steeds slogan's te vinden van Tito, zo ook bij het verlaten Prevlaka Fortress -Tito lijdt ons de weg - Tito - to je naš put.. Prevlaka is een schiereiland bij de ingang van de baai van Kotor - Montenegro. Het is het meest zuidelijke punt van Kroatië. Er is een verwaarloosd fort uit 1870. Er zijn plannen voor restauratie. Het reservaat is totaal overwoekerd, maar de natuur is adembenemend. Vanaf het terras is er een prachtig uitzicht. In het begin van de jaren negentig, tijdens de Kroatische Onafhankelijkheidsoorlog, bezette Joegoslavië het schiereiland. In 1996 kwamen de twee landen overeen om het te demilitariseren, en VN-waarnemers kwamen het volgen. Erkend als een grondgebied van Kroatië in 2006. Een bezoek waard als je van verlaten oude ruïnes houdt.

Paprihaven 1609 by Mayor Paprika

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Chun Li: NNNGH!

Chun Li: (thinking) Can't put weight on my ankle. He only had it for a second.* I underestimated this guy. I thought he was Zangief strength level but he's way above that.

Bane: GOT YOU!

Havoc: WHAT!? I'm sorry, I didn't- NO! AIIRG!! STOP!!! PLEASE DON-

KRAACK!!

Boomerang: Bane... fella... we're on the same-

Bane: You die too!! YOU ALL DIE!!

Boomerang: (thinking) I'm outta here. No paycheck is worth dealing with him.

Chun Li: (thinking) I've got to get some distance. Get a breath and test my ankle.

Bane: Where you goin, girl!? You not gonna get what he got! Your's is gonna be a lot slower! I'm gonna bend you, and bend you, slowly, till you break!

Chun Li: Bring it!!

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*As painfully seen in issue 1607!

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Catch a falling raindrop by Amanda Johnson

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put it in your pocket. save it for a sunny day.

Whidbey Island Sunset, July 2025 by Gary L. Quay

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The clouds put on a display over the Strait of Juan de Fuca yesterday (7-30-25), so I rushed down to Joseph Whidbey State Park to get a few pictures. We were not disappointed.

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Machinistenwissel op de Dolime in Putten by Iwan Bogels

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Sinds een week of twee vindt in Putten de reguliere Lineas machinistenwissel op de Dolime plaats. Voorheen was dit in Amersfoort, maar in de nieuwe dienstregeling komt dit niet meer zo goed uit. In Putten is echter tijd en ruimte genoeg, terwijl de machinisten hun auto daar ook vlakbij kunnen parkeren. Hier nemen twee Belgische machinisten de trein over waarna de twee Nederlandse machinisten hun auto's gaan opzoeken. Binnen twee minuten was de trein weer op weg.

Sludge Hammer by Ironsniper

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Delving into the roots of Post-Apoc, inspired by one of my favorite MOCs of all time by Legohaulic. That build was one of the first MOCs I saw before I joined the Lego community. Finally got around to finishing this morning. Enjoy! :)

Put your little hand in mine by Kimberly Chorney

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PP using MCP action Red Barn....

Show window and figure. by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

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