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Reading the series as a teenager and playing with light. I was sixteen years old and had just started using a Canon Reflex.
Highly recommending "It's What I Do" by war photographer Lynsey Addario. Truly one of the most riveting memoirs I've ever read.
En 1893, Arthur Conan Doyle, lassé de son célèbre détective, le tue dans la nouvelle Le Problème final en le faisant tomber dans les chutes de Reichenbach avec le professeur Moriarty.
La réaction du public est violente : des milliers de lecteurs résilient leur abonnement au Strand Magazine, et Conan Doyle reçoit même des lettres d'insultes.
Huit ans plus tard, en 1901, sous la pression financière et la demande constante des lecteurs, il accepte d'écrire une nouvelle histoire. Il s'inspire d'une légende locale du Devon racontée par son ami journaliste Bertram Fletcher Robinson : l'histoire d'un chien fantôme terrifiant et d'un certain Richard Cabell, un écuyer tyrannique du XVIIᵉ siècle.
Pour vendre le livre plus facilement, Conan Doyle décide d'y réintégrer Sherlock Holmes. Cependant, ne voulant pas annuler la mort du détective, il situe astucieusement l'intrigue avant les événements des chutes de Reichenbach.
Ce n'est que face au succès phénoménal du roman qu'il se résoudra, deux ans plus tard en 1903, à ressusciter officiellement Holmes dans La Maison vide.
In 1893, weary of his famous detective, Arthur Conan Doyle killed him off in the short story "The Final Problem" by having him plunge into the Reichenbach Falls alongside Professor Moriarty. The public reaction was fierce: thousands of readers cancelled their subscriptions to *The Strand Magazine*, and Conan Doyle even received abusive letters.
Eight years later, in 1901, facing financial pressure and constant reader demand, he agreed to write a new story. He drew inspiration from a local Devon legend recounted by his journalist friend Bertram Fletcher Robinson—a tale involving a terrifying phantom hound and a certain Richard Cabell, a tyrannical 17th-century squire.
To boost the book's commercial appeal, Conan Doyle decided to bring Sherlock Holmes back. However, unwilling to undo the detective's death, he cleverly set the plot prior to the events at Reichenbach Falls. It was only after the novel’s phenomenal success that he finally resolved, two years later in 1903, to officially resurrect Holmes in "The Adventure of the Empty House."
after marina left me, nellie wandered up and hopped up on the couch, but she scooted down to the other end.
no closeness fr her right now.
processed by Blackie.
one more in the comments.
**there is still a war going on in Ukraine. do what you can to help.
the same with the fires in Maui. what a disaster! I know many of us are overburdened with trying to help....do your best.
NO MORE WARS.
NO MORE KILLING.
NO MORE SHOOTINGS.
and in the US Americans continue to kill Americans:
www.gunviolencearchive.org/reports/mass-
shooting
know anyone with an AR-15? ask them why.
You can not open a book without learning something.
~ Confucius
(China's most famous teacher, philosopher, and political theorist)
(I know this is old, but I'm pushing it to the front to quote the following. Puts things into perspective.)
Quoting from Nienie. Visit and read.
I just received a phone call from my dear brother in law Andrew, who reports that Lucy is in labor. I love imagining Lucy at the farm house giving birth to her daughter Besty Aurora (named after yours truly).
I have thought several times this month that if I use the accident's time to a pregnancy, my baby would be due this month. Then only joy would come about...even those late night nursings are far better than late night pain.
But alas, its not true.
No cuddly baby to hold, nurse and love. Just questions, frustrations and grief. But that's that. Enough of that 'woe is me' crap.
Today I:
Enjoyed watching the girls lay in the sun sprawled out on the trampoline. The sun shinning and warming their bodies.
Nic and Ollie sat in the garden like cabbage-patch dolls...of course Gigs was naked.
Page came down to clean my house for me.
And Mr. Nielson made me whole wheat waffles with blueberry's and strawberry's atop with warm maple syrup.
Let me talk about Mr. Nielson for awhile.
Mr. Nielson thinks I am cool. He told me so. He also tells me he loves me every hour of the day. Our relationship has changed a lot since we moved in together again in February. Our bodies very different but our hearts the same. Lots and lots of love.
Most days I look in the mirror and cringe at what I see. I have a whole reconstructed nose, platypus lips and discoloring.
Call me vain, but it hurts.
No longer do I have the freckles and natural rosy cheeks. My hair is still short and scars cover a good portion of my face.
Dr. Coates in the burn unit said to me at my latest appointment;
"This too shall pass"
I wanted to slap her. How does she know. I turned bitter. But I still think about it, so I must have actually needed to hear that so I don't want to slap her anymore.
Mr. Nielson sees these trials in my life and loves me just the same. He has never stopped. Daily we talk about the accident sometimes sarcastic and sometimes serious.
Today was serious.
He recalled when he had woken up from the coma, everybody wanted to know what happened. Who was flying? Why did we crash? Was the plane out of power? And he didn't want to tell anyone anything except for me. He felt out of control and misunderstood. He told me he needed his "wifey".
Days after he woke up, he begged to see me. The nurses stabilized Mr. Nielson well enough so he could be wheeled to my room. I lay bandaged up like a mummy with eight different apparatuses keeping me alive and there he talked. He let everything out.
Of course I don't remember our visits while I slept but I know he mustered everything he could to get to me everyday so we could "chat".
I will never know what it was like for him day after day in tears seeing the love of his life the woman who bore him children, fed him the best meals of his life ( I might add) lay silent for so long while in a coma.
Why we go through hardship is something that is necessary. Life wasn't meant to be easy, we all know that one. Despite all the junk I deal with everyday, I still have Mr. Nielson. We are still alive, laughing at funny movie lines, kissing children, watching weekend mindless television and eating at Cafe Rio for goodness sake.
He will love me even if I don't. He will kiss me when I cry. He will (and does) jump for joy when I wake up in a good mood.
He is the best.
So even though my "baby" should be due this month he gently reminds me to press forward as a pregnant elephant.
For their gestation period is 22 months.
awesome.
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Flickr Explore: Jan 29, 2009
An awesome sight, awesome sauced.
(Thanks Tara)
Tired of knowing everything without ever being sure.
~Story people
I want to wish you all a very Happy and Healthy New Year!!! Best to all of you for a wonderful 2010 filled with joy, happiness and year long surprises!!!
A special thank you to all my friends for all your kind words and support throughout the year 2009.
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In quiet halls where whispers blend,
A treasure trove where journeys end,
A world of wonder, shelf by shelf,
A place to find your truest self.
Between the pages, magic lies,
A thousand tales before your eyes,
From ancient scrolls to modern lore,
A library opens every door.
Silent sentinels of thought,
Guardians of the knowledge sought,
In every book, a story lives,
A gift that every volume gives.
The scent of paper, ink, and time,
A symphony in prose and rhyme,
Within these walls, both great and small,
All minds may wander, free for all.
In corners tucked with cozy chairs,
A refuge from the world’s affairs,
Where dreams take flight, and minds expand,
In this vast sea of book-lined land.
The echoes of the ages past,
With every turn, a spell is cast,
A haven for the curious mind,
In every library, treasures find.
So step inside, explore, ignite,
In every book, a beacon light,
For knowledge, wisdom, joy, and peace,
In libraries, all wonders cease.
📷The Photo was Shot in Filoli, also known as the Bourn-Roth Estate, is a country house set in 16 acres of formal gardens surrounded by a 654-acre estate, located in Woodside California, about 25 miles south of San Francisco, at the southern end of Crystal Springs Reservoir, on the eastern slope of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
~Francois Rabelais
Date: Jan 17th 2013
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I know my kids like to read, but to get them all to read at the same time, or pretend that they were reading was the real miracle here.
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