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It wasn't until I was looking through the fuzzy pictures from facetime yesterday that it hit me how sad I feel. I haven't seen the Bears (apart from Ben on a flypast before Christmas) since September. Yesterday the lapatop was set up in Roxy's bedroom and Roxy showed me different things, was in turn a ballerina and horse rider . . .
My new Elfdoll Yuan is called Roxy. she is a bit of a flirt isn't she? A bit dressed to the Charleston period ;)
Roxy Rain
Shot at Studio Six on 5th May 2013
Nikon D7000
Nikon 18-105mm lens @ 28mm
F11 @ 1/125 second exposure
ISO 100
Two studio flash heads:
both in front of and to left and right of camera fired through white brollys at 45 degrees
All triggered using Yongnuo RF603-N radio triggers
Timber's siblings...
Roxy (red) is from a different litter, same Dad, different Mom
Bella is Timber's full sister, same liter
Roxy at The Custard Factory, Birmingham.
Lighting info: Elinchrom Quadra with 18cm reflector positioned camera right about 2m up and 4m from the model to get the defined shadow on the wall. Triggered by the built in skyport system.
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Roxy is mad about Harry Potter/ This cake wasn't made by Abby, but when you have 3 small scale parties 3 home made cakes cannot be expected!
A waterlogged marquee establishes the apparently condition of the Roxy Theatre in Coleman, Alberta. A local resident that we chatted with said that the “For Sale” sign had recently been removed from the building.
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yesterday morning I had a long facetime session with the east London contingency! Abby was using her IPhone and I was using my IPad and took some photos. Imagine taking photos from 13 miles away.
Abby and girls were in the garden, and it was the next best thing to watch them for about an hour and a half playing and Abby and i chatted - what to do about the fox who is wrecking her garden. Has anyone any tips how to prevent him entering?
I think she is wearing her leggings inside out!
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the interesting thing about looking after a baby is that you want her to laugh. Almost as soon as I entered the room and greeted Roxy, she laughed. And then I spent the rest of my time with her doing my funny songs and tricks and receiving wry smiles for my efforts. Almost as soon as I stopped, she laughed. This either means . . . she is slyly withholding her laugh from her gran, or . . . it means that I am a person worthy of laughter in my natural state . . .
to be continued . . .
eating blueberries is an art. Roxy picks each berry up with exquisitely dainty fingers and somehow transfers it into her mouth. She then picks up the next one and repeats it. It is only after the sixth one has entered that she opens her mouth to reveal a little nest of unchewed blueberries . . .
of course keeping still for the camera is not possible either . . .
Photo shoot with Roxy Rain - in a very very cold abandoned building on 19th Januray 2013.
Nikon D7000
Nikon 35mm lens
F5.6 @ 1/125 second exposure
ISO 100
2 x Yongnuo YN460 speedlites fired through white brollys each at approx 45 degrees to camera left and right - triggered using Yongnuo RF603-N radio triggers
Left @ 1/2 power
Right @ 3/4 power
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Tomorrow we are hoping to go to the cinema before having a meal with friends.
Thursday is a Roxy day (yippee!)
starting my catch up now . . .
customer requested a Roxy logo cake in soft purple with a surf board.
Mud cake with MMF gumpaste shells and flowers
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wrong camera, right subject
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A Roxy day yesterday. I always have my powershot with me on Roxy days because I travel by train to east London, and yesterdayI just wished it was my D750
The morning after election and 🌹 is a 🌹 is a 🌹 is a 🌹
What comes to mind is that a bird in hand is worth two in a bush and ...pride comes before a fall ....
Roxy in red ... the gallery ! SCATTATE con me .. scrivetemi !!!
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the sheet on the washing line behind Roxy was not improved after Roxy's interaction with it . . . just wish I'd had time to get into a better position
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we went to east London yesterday and Abby was involved with a photoshoot for her most recent costumes, so we had the girls to ourselves until Ben came home at 7pm. Roxy insisted that Peter should go upstairs with her and had him searching under her bed for a box . . . with dressing up clothes in it. Here she is, choreography by Elsie!
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Today was a Roxy day. We played quietly which suited me perfectly, because I had a bad night last night.
For those who follow my journal ...you will know that Roxy is mad about horses. In fact, when she grows up she wants to be a horse. She is lucky enough to have an aunt, Abby’s brother’s partner, who is also mad about horses...so much so that she was the British side saddle champion. She and Charlie live in her stable yard in containers that Charlie has made into their home, since they are unable to build a permanent residence there.. The BEARS spent last weekend there....
Peter and I are in Norfolk, so I am taking a Flickr rest for the week, but will be posting a couple more Roxy pics that Abby took. Back soon ...
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On Sunday the Bears came for tea and an evening meal and Jane came over in the evening, but sadly Max wasn't well. After the meal, we played Telestrations. Abby and I wondered if Roxy would need some help. The idea is that you are all given a card with a number of topics on it, 1-6 - someone (Roxy) throws the dice and we have to write down what is no. 5 or whateverd the dice shows on our card.
Now these topics can be easy - or hard - ultrasound, being th example that comes immediately to mind. And whatever you have wriiten down, you turn the page and draw it! And a sand eggtimer is set. Once drawn you pass it on to the person to your left and they have to write down what you have drawn.
It is a type of Chinese whiispers. But did we need to be concerned about Roxy . . . of course not . . . she looked at a picture Jane had passed to her and confdiendtly wrote serenade!
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It wasn't until I was looking through the fuzzy pictures from facetime yesterday that it hit me how sad I feel. I haven't seen the Bears (apart from Ben on a flypast before Christmas) since September. Yesterday the lapatop was set up in Roxy's bedroom and Roxy showed me different things, was in turn a ballerina and horse rider . . .
Abby appeared with costumes she had been making and she and Roxy modelled them . . .