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I wish I knew what these were, they appear vary alien like to me, because I am not here very often (ever). What is the purpose of all the thorns? Its a very odd looking plant.
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It was cold, muddy and dull, and I am feeling sick so didn't do much just this panorama pic. " It ain't much but it's honest work" If you have questions feel free to ask 😁. Thanks for the visit and have a nice day! 😊
can you love, can you love
can you love the version of me
i don't let, i don't let
♬ i don't let anybody else see ♬
the things:
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Jack Spoon - Amyris Lash @ Anthology
and Cey Soft Shadow @ the mainstore
Tram (thankyouuu!!) - P0625 hair @ Uber
Question Mark Butterfly, Polygonia interrogationis, sipping sap in Cullinan Park, Sugar Land TX.
Happy Wing Wednesday!
27 Oct 2021; 11:30 CDT; Velvia+
Don't just question the instant and its history
Question the need to use punctuation
To indicate the need for information
In an age that was different from now
When facts and alternative facts were not just
A touch away
Question the ruin of us
Who rely on others instead of our own intuition
On digital information over human interaction
Who cannot distinguish the nonfiction from imagination
Who think the opinions of others are more important
Than our own understanding of self.
Question the ruins of creativity
The idea that what you have in your brain
Can't be as good as an AI mechanism
So why get better at something
When you could just zone out and
Not feel anything at all.
When we talk about ruins
We think of physical things so
Let me make it easier for you
Questions the ruins
You still have potential in your brain
You're not done dead yet.
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"J'ai ainsi vécu seul, sans personne avec qui parler 'véritablement, jusqu'à une panne dans le désert du Sahara, il y a six ans. Quelque chose s'était cassée dans mon moteur. Et comme je n'avais avec moi ni mécanicien, ni passagers, je me préparai à essayer de réussir, tout seul, une réparation difficile. C'était pour moi une question de vie ou de mort. J'avais à peine de l'eau à boire pour huit jours,
Le premier soir je me suis donc endormi sur le sable à mille milles de toute terre habitée. J'étais bien plus isolé qu'un naufragé sur un radeau au milieu de l'Océan. Alors vous imaginez ma surprise, au lever du jour, quand une drôle de petite voix m'a réveillé. Elle disait :
- S'il vous plaît... dessine-moi un mouton !
- Dessine-moi un mouton...
J'ai sauté sur mes pieds comme si j'avais été frappé par la foudre. J'ai bien frotté mes yeux. J'ai bien regardé. Et j'ai vu un petit bonhomme tout à fait extraordinaire qui me considérait gravement. Voilà le meilleur portrait que, plus tard, j'ai réussi à faire de lui. Mais mon dessin, bien sûr, est beaucoup moins ravissant que le modèle. Ce n'est pas ma faute. J'avais été découragé dans ma carrière de peintre par les grandes personnes, à l'âge de six ans, et je n'avais rien appris à dessiner, sauf les boas fermés et les boas ouverts.
je regardai donc cette apparition avec des yeux tout ronds d'étonnement. N'oubliez pas que je me trouvais à mille milles de toute région habitée. Or mon petit bonhomme ne me semblait ni égaré, ni mort de fatigue, ni mort de faim, ni mort de soif, ni mort de peur. Il n'avait en rien l'apparence d'un enfant perdu au milieu du désert, à mille milles de toute région habitée. Quand je réussis enfin à parler, je lui dis :
- Mais... qu'est-ce que tu fais là ?
Et il me répéta alors, tout doucement, comme une chose très sérieuse :
- S'il vous plaît... dessine-moi un mouton...
Quand le mystère est trop impressionnant, on n'ose pas désobéir. Aussi absurde que cela me semblât à mille milles de tous les endroits habités et en danger de mort, je sortis de ma poche une feuille de papier et un stylographe. Mais je me rappelai alors que j'avais surtout étudié la géographie, l'histoire, le calcul et la grammaire et je dis au petit bonhomme (avec un peu de mauvaise humeur) que je ne savais pas dessiner. Il me répondit :
- ça ne fait rien. Dessine-moi un mouton.
Comme je n'avais jamais dessiné un mouton je refis, pour lui, l'un des deux seuls dessins dont j'étais capable. Celui du boa fermé. Et je fus stupéfait d'entendre le petit bonhomme me répondre :
- Non ! Non ! je ne veux pas d'un éléphant dans un boa. Un boa c'est très dangereux, et un éléphant c'est très encombrant. Chez moi c'est tout petit. J'ai besoin d'un mouton. Dessine-moi un mouton.
Alors j'ai dessiné.
Il regarda attentivement, puis
- Non! Celui-là est déjà très malade. Fais-en un autre.
Je dessinai :
Mon ami sourit gentiment, avec indulgence.
- Tu vois bien... ce n'est pas un mouton, c'est un bélier. Il a des cornes...
Je refis donc encore mon dessin.
Mais il fut refusé, comme les précédents.
- Celui-là est trop vieux. je veux un mouton qui vive longtemps.
Alors, faute de patience, comme j'avais hâte de commencer le démontage de mon moteur, je griffonnai ce dessin-ci.
Et je lançai :
- ça c'est la caisse. Le mouton que tu veux est dedans.
Mais je fus bien surpris de voir s'illuminer le visage de mon jeune juge :
- C'est tout à fait comme ça que je le voulais ! Crois-tu qu'il faille beaucoup d'herbe à ce mouton ?
- Pourquoi ?
- Parce que chez moi c'est tout petit...
- Ça suffira sûrement. je t'ai donné un tout petit mouton.
Il pencha la tête vers le dessin
- Pas si petit que ça... Tiens Il s'est endormi...
Et c'est ainsi que je fis la connaissance du petit prince."
[Le Petit Prince de Saint-Exupéry (Chap. II)]
the yellow-billed spoonbill (Platalea flavipes)
The question is:
How does the spoonbill make a little fish jump into its open mouth?
A biologist's answer is:
The answer lies in its extraordinary spoon.
The spoonbill's answer is:
How? The good Lord knows. I just do it.
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A volte bastano pochi secondi ed una foto apparentemente da cestinare viene salvata dal primissimo raggio di Sole della giornata che decide di illuminare proprio il treno, mentre la nebbia che nascondeva ogni cosa alla vista si dissolve all'improvviso per rimanere solo quel tanto che basta ad impreziosire la scena.
This was actually two photos I joined together as you can tell by the different background depths but I do love how they both walk towards me with their tails up like this.
The sun is shining and spring is in the air, but there won’t be flowers here for a while yet. I found this photo that I took a couple of years ago and worked on it today. :) If you zoom in and search around, you will find a flower or two in focus... I promise! Lol
For those of you who like music, here’s what I’m currently listening to...
TD: f/4, 1/160 sec, ISO 200, @120 mm
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I want to take a moment to thank all the wonderful people who have trusted me with blogging their creations, to all those who have given me tips and answered my never ending questions.
I have a very stressful, IT job in RL and by nature am an introvert, so I often don't think about all the blessing I have nor am I comfortable expressing my gratitude. I am also very shy about reaching out to my SL Community.
I have been loving Second Life since 2008 and it has never been better for me than it is now. I owe that to all my SL friends and supporters.
Have a wonderful holiday and may 2019 be your best year ever - Augusta
... and for those interested, Peter Branon asked a question; so the next photo introduces you to a wonderful meal prepared for you by my professional staff at AC's Carcass Cafe >>>>
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They usually know where the bathrooms are.
Relax, it's just a bit of humor. Police action in San Jose, California. Resolved peacefully.
Thank you Annette Allor for properly identifying this butterfly for me. When it's wings are open it shows bright orange top wings. When closed the wings resemble a dead leaf. This one is eating on an over ripe Paw Paw fruit. Upper Marlboro, MD
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A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
Robert Frost's poem seen through Helios 44M-7 wide-open.
That question was heard several times on our drive through a handful of small towns in Western Pa. on Saturday. When we told people it was a Lamborghini they all said "oh yeah". It's a lot of fun introducing people to the Aventador and seeing there reaction as our group of exotics drove by.
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The droplets from the thrashing tail of the fish form an almost perfect '?' in the air.
This Great Crested Grebe must be a juvenile, I think, as it was relatively unsuccessful in its fishing attempts. Usually, they bring up a fish every 10 - 20 dives. This bird made at least 50 dives before surfacing with the Perch in question.
One has to move carefully when stalking a fishing Grebe - they get easily spooked by movement on the bank and swim away - I have learned to only move whilst they are underwater and remain very still when they are on the surface, even if they are 20 metres away.
They usually know where the bathrooms are.
I don’t normally place much belief in dreams, but this time it was so powerful I actually got out of bed to start working on it before I forgot. I was “told” that I had to create several images that are black and white (not monochrome) with the emphasis on white, framed, contain people, and a bit of color. Oh yeah, the titles had to start with L, M, F, B, Q, or A (that’s the order I was given). After a couple of days, this collection is what I came up with. I also threw in a couple starting with S and T just for shits and giggles.