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pacific palarounder
A040241
black cairn terrier/schnauzer min
male
1 year
20 lbs
intake: 12/17/16
available: 12/23/16
She would only be known as the Riddler. In a latex dress. With a very large cleavage window.
I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought there for a minute. What were you saying?
The Wind
Y Gwynt
Wind who plies a sky-high trade
And scales peaks where none may tread,
Strange your shouting, sheer of fate:
Featherless flight, fleet of foot
Yet limbless, out of sky’s vault,
Launched to veer and never halt
About the slope, above the scree,
To sweep and fly, to swiftly flee.
No mount you need, no charger,
Bridge or boat to span the river.
Cornerless, you cannot snag
Or drown, founder, fall or flag.
Nest-breaker, none can charge you;
Leaf-churner, fools chase you,
Never held by law or swords,
Flood and rain are weak as words
To you. When oaks are felled
There’s no arrest. You’ll not be held
Or struck by mortal man,
Or fire-burnt. No cunning plan
Can stop or even spy you.
Wall of wind: none defy you.
Cloud-carver, brooder of rain,
Land-leaper, breath of ruin.
God’s blessing or Devil’s curse –
Trees in uproar mark your course –
Dry of humour, tight your grip,
Clouds downtrodden: mighty trip!
You stalk, you slink, lie in wait,
Whirl the snow like winnowed wheat.
Sing me your way, you North Wind,
Come and whisper where you wend.
You revel – when the sea churns –
On the shore and up the chines.
Inspired author, old enchanter,
Chasing leaves at a canter.
Jaunty jester on the deck,
Laughing round the tattered wreck.
The world’s length you leap and fly;
By this hill come whisking nigh.
To Uwch Aeron swiftly go,
Audible to all, and blow
Without pausing or restraint
In spite of Bwa Bach’s complaint.
With jealous, finger-pointing whine
He had me banished – woe be mine –
Alas that Morfudd won my heart
And I’m compelled to dwell apart,
Exiled from my golden girl:
Go to her house, and rave, and whirl.
Beat on the door, demand entry.
Buffet through and wind the sentry.
Bluster on to where she lies
And in her ear exhale my sighs.
As planets in their orbits whirl
Say this to my golden girl:
So long as earth shall bear life
I’ll follow her – as mistress, wife
Or unattained – each tomorrow,
By her faith, in troth to sorrow.
Soar and see: is she not fair?
Swoop and furl her gleaming hair.
Rise and slip my maid a sigh.
Return, treasure of the sky.
Source material: Poem by Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. The beginning of Dafydd’s original is indebted to the riddling poem ‘To the Wind’ from the Book of Taliesin, but he takes the idea much further, linking it to the llatai tradition and metaphorically harnessing the wind as a love-messenger. Bwa Bach is husband to Morfudd, and therefore Dafydd's love-rival. Of all Dafydd’s poems, this perhaps bears testimony to his genius for blending tradition and innovation. The pun in the first line is a mark of my own indebtedness to Dylan Thomas’s ‘Fern Hill’.
Picture: Autumnal wind in Wantage churchyard.
Eastbound Southern Pacific Railroad freight train at Cow Creek Canyon in Riddle, Oregon, on July 24, 1979. Photograph by John F. Bjorklund, © 2016, Center for Railroad Photography and Art. Bjorklund-85-11-02
Besonderen Dank an die Künstlerin Frau Gudrun Schmauch-Schulte für die Erlaubnis ein Kunstwerk von ihr als Hintergrund zu benutzen.
Special thanks to the Artist Mrs. Gudrun Schmauch-Schulte to allow the use of one of her art-works as background.
Instagram: @artbygudrun
Riddles '4MT' 2-6-4T no.80043 drifts down past Woolston Moor with the 10:45 Bishops Lydeard-Minehead train
As we left the Riddle brothers' ranch just over the Little Blitzen river we spotted their first home on Steens Mountain in southeastern Oregon. The pioneer stone structure in the front was for storage.
This photograph is part of the Steens Mountain set. To view the set from the beginning click here..
This is a Riddle, in it's right natural colours
The small ones are glue-less, the big one is glued unfortunately. Maybe it requires thicker paper...
Stil unnamed(would you name it?)
Designer: Lukasheva Ekaterina (Russia)
Created 2010
Folder: Lukasheva Ekaterina
Parts: 8, 12, 30
Paper's size : 5x5 cm, 6х6 cm, 5x5 cm
Joined with : nothing, nothing, glue
Final height:~4 cm, 5 cm, 11 cm
Diagram: wasn't published. But you can easily guess the unit, If you make a Blintzed bird base pattern and try to collapse it in a right way
And the solution is: in
www.flickr.com/photos/wolfgang-kynast/26172472915/
I removed the streetlight, but forgot to remove its shadow too :-)
The overall thing.... all so my GCW application.
The Toddler has set a series of riddles that led the Dynamic Duo to an old docking bay. But it's a trap! The Riddler has me stationed all over the bay a hired Assassin and a sniper hanging in the crane!
The Riddler is a man with brains and an enormous ego.He is obsessed with al things riddle and puzzle related.Although he has no physical abilities,he uses various puzzle-themed traps to try and stump his opponents,especially the Caped Cruesader.
-Name:Edward Nashton(Edward Nigma as an alias)
-First Appearance:Detective Comics#140
-Base of Operations:Gotham City
-Enemies:Batman,Batman Incorporated,Green Arrow,Question,JLA
-Allies:Hush,Ra's al Ghul,Black Mask,Demolition Man
Maddie: "Oh master of mischief! A bend in the road through a mountainous wood?"
Kai: "A journey with strangers while wearing a hood."
Raven: "I had no idea you spoke riddlish! Maddie, would you mind translating?"
Maddie: "Oh, well, Kai feels anxious, lonely, and apprehensive."
Hunter: "Lonely, how can that be? We're all here to offer our support!"