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Same as here after a "little" gimping to fill out the missing spots. Just don't zoom in too much ;-)
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The ambulance arrived at the same time as Sarah. Mandy looked so distraught, sobbing and shivering while both Sarah and Chris tried to comfort her. Sarah looked troubled too, but every now and then I saw her bite her lip and frown. She cried tears every time a police officer or paramedic asked questions, but something about it just didn't add up.
The others thought so too. Even Cashew sat there with his whiskers twitching. When the body was finally carried out the house covered with a sheet on a stretcher, the police cordoned off the area as it was now a crime scene.
'But this is my home,' Mandy wailed.
'Come on. Stay with me for a couple of days,' Sarah offered.
The police officer interviewing them nodded. 'Very well, but don't go too far,' she said.
We managed to sneak close enough to listen to forensics gather evidence, while another police officer guarded the front door. A third had been stationed around the back, but they didn't really think a few foxes outside the garden were the guilty party. My sibling companions hid well out of sight just in case, including Peritas, as I didn't want him mistaken for a stray.
'What can you hear?' whispered Cumin from behind the great willowherb shrubs.
'Shhhh, I'm trying to listen,' I said.
When finally the others quietened down and the police had stationed themselves comfortably, I was able to get close enough to the door to listen.
'Looks like a classic case of self inflicted poisoning,' said a forensic scientist.
'But why go to the trouble of drinking from this goblet? She gets herself all comfy in her chair watching television and decides to off herself,' said another.
'True, but there's no evidence to point to a suspicious death,' said the first.
'I wouldn't rule anything out just yet Duane. Isn't Claire that award winning artist? One of her paintings was rumored to be worth hundreds of thousands. Perhaps even a cool million. Imagine painting pictures like those on the walls and selling them for a million pounds. She'd be set for life.'
''Yes, I'm aware John. But she had no interest in wealth like that. She was happy here in this cottage in the woods. She made enough to live on and that was enough, by all accounts.'
A policeman stepped in with a steaming mug of tea.
'Rick, out the room with that mug. We cannot have you contaminating the evidence with more liquids,' said John the forensic scientist.
'Just overhearing your conversation,' Rick said nonchalantly, stepping back so he now stood in the doorway. 'We are aware of those rumors down at the station. My brother's the solicitor who helped her draw up the will. Claire intended to give all the money – all million and a half – to an animal charity. She wanted to make sure abandoned pets found good homes. That is a worthy cause if you ask me. I have a dog and a cat myself.'
'My kids keep begging me for pets. One wants a dog and the other wants a rabbit,' said John.
'How's that going to work?' asked Duane, as he sealed the goblet in an evidence bag. 'A dog and a rabbit? Imagine setting them both loose in the garden. Dogs are for hunting and rabbits, well, you know.'
'God, yes. Poor bunny!' said Rick. They all chuckled at the policeman's expression. 'But yes, the victim. I wouldn't rule anything out either. It may look like suicide, but as you say, why off herself when she's leading a perfectly happy life?'
'So happy she donated her fortune to charity,' John mumbled.
'Indeed,' said the policeman. 'And that's where I'm suspicious. Apparently my brother helped her draw up the will, but he hasn't received the signed copy back yet. She was supposed to send it to him by tomorrow.'
The forensic investigators both stopped.
'But if Claire hasn't signed her will . . . ' Duane said.
'Then it means her sisters receive all the money,' said Rick
I nearly chocked on the news. I was so startled I ran back to the others to tell them all I learned. I had to say it twice, babbling it out first in one long driveled line.
'Breathe,' Pistachio said. 'Tell us slowly.'
'Claire sold her painting for a million pounds and wanted to donate the money to an animal charity. She just had to send back a signed will to confirm. If she doesn't her sisters receive all the money,' I said.
The others all gasped.
'You know what that means, don't you?' said Pistachio as he twitched his whiskers towards the back door.
'We have motive,' said Labneh.
'Yes, but it also means the will is somewhere in that house!' Pistachio said. 'If we can find the will, lots of abandoned animals can find new homes.'
'Then what are we waiting for?' Cashew jumped into action. 'Peritas, we need that nose of yours. We have a will to sniff out.'
Snuggles from the sibling companions.
12 Months of the Same Image -- #12 -- December
We don't even have any snow yet, but this completes my year's set. Thank you to the administrators & participants in the group.
I have chosen this section of a local stream as the subject of my second 12 Months of the same image. I am hoping that it shows a good range of variation at the year progresses.
Plop Hamburger Restaurant 06/02/2022 14h11
Unfortunately this restaurant was closed during our visit in February. I am curious about the interior and their burgers.
Plopsaland De Panne
Plopsaland De Panne is a theme park located in Adinkerke, Belgium - part of the municipality De Panne - owned and operated by Plopsa. The park reopened on the 20th of April 2000, before that the park was known as Meli Park from 1935 until 1999.
The family Florizoone sold the park in 1999 to Studio 100 and VMMa. The park received a make-over during the following winterseason, to reopen as Plopsaland on the 20th of April 2000. During the renovation several characters from Studio 100 were used - such as Samson en Gert and Kabouter Plop - to theme new and old attractions. The new park had some issues at the reopening with parking capacity and catering, these issues were fixed in the following years.
Studio 100 / Plopsa bought out the shares of VVMa in 2005 and became sole owner of the park, with plans to turn it into a multi-day, all-weather resort. In that same year Plopsa opened Plopsa Indoor Hasselt and bought Telecoo, to avoid confusion with the other parks Plopsaland was renamed to Plopsaland De Panne.
Besides expanding the site into a resort, Plopsa also kept expanding the theme park with Anubis the Ride (2009), Vic the Vicking-land (2013), Heidi the Ride (2017) and The Ride to Happiness (2021) in order to appeal to a wider demographic and become a destination not just for families with younger children.
FACTS & FIGURES
Attractions: 37
Rollercoasters: 7
Water rides: 2
Dark rides: 1
Visitors: 1.2 to 1.4 milllion
[ Wikipedia - Plopsland De Panne ]
This photo "Explored" on 03/03/2022, rank # 454.
from the bottom now, are they small or are they big?
Photography can play games with our visual perception, LOL
A series of ‘loose’ subjects. It can be anything, just seeing different scenes that attracted my attention. Pure photography.
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Same old, same old and it's two weeks old.
Turimetta Beach, Northern Beaches, Sydney, Australia (Sunday 28 Jun 2009 @ 7:06am).
We are just back from Balls 28, a big experimental rocket launch event in the Black Rock Desert in Nevada - the same place where Burning Man takes place. I took tons of photos. The majority of the rockets are experimental, around 20% fail, some in a spectacular manner.
This one is the biggest rocket launched at the event. It had a R motor. For scale, small hobby rockets start with A motors. From A to B you have double total impulse, e.g. twice the power. From B to C double again. So, an R motor is like 2^17 = 131,000 A motors. The launch was successful. However, something went wrong with the parachute deployment, and the rocket came down ballistic. We could hear a big boom far away.
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Same owner since 1966!
Époqu'auto 2024
Eurexpo Lyon
Chassieu (69), France.
Video: youtu.be/01DTc9bndtU
Same road as yesterday but a different spot and a different direction. I have wished to get out more locally, but we are having much rain lately, and the colour might be pretty much done by the time the weather clears.
© Anvilcloud Photography
Climate change, weather, clouds... they're all part of the same package. So it surprises me that more folk don't pay as much attention to the sky as seems to be the case.
Friday 28th August, Blackheath, London. A busy day draws slowly to a close.
The same loon, but with a monochrome edit. An attempt to show off the beautiful and precise geometric markings of this bird's plummage.
Magellanic Woodpecker (Campephilus magellanicus) is a huge woodpecker that is in the same genus as the extinct Ivory-billed Woodpecker. To give an idea of size, the Great Spotted Woodpecker is about 8 inches (20cm) l0ng and weighs about 85g. But the Magellanic Woodpecker is about 16 inches (40cm) and weighs in at about 340g, though females are a bit smaller. This is a male with a red head while females are black-headed with a more prominent curly crest. They are only found in mature Southern Beech (Nothofagus) forests in the extreme south of South America where they are scarce and difficult to find. They have large territories and occur at low density and I had looked for them on four different occasions before I eventually caught up with them. But when I did see them I saw both male and female, and they weren't especially shy. Like many species in South America they are named after the Portuguese explorer Ferdinand Magellan (c1480-1521). I photographed this one in Tierra del Fuego National Park close to Ushuaia, the most southerly city on earth.
Hello! Welcome to the first (and most likely last) edition of WIP Wednesday, a day were I talk about a moc that won't be finished for a very long time. This is my Toa of Sand, he follows the same colour pallet as my sand matoran (Some colours will be changed with the final product).
These were taken with a 20-year-old Canon EOS D60 DSLR that I borrowed to try out. I used it with my own EF 50mm f1.4.
My first DSLR was the Canon D30, the model right before this one, and from there I upgraded to a 10D so I had never used a D60. It uses the same sensor as the 10D, though, and handles almost identically. The autofocus isn't quite as good but it gets the job done.
Same watercolour but with the addition of a plant - which, being in focus (simultaneously with the background), is something the camera alone cannot do!
Although taking photos of lightning at 240 fps lacks resolution of a dSLR time exposure, it more than makes up for the incredible detail it achieves. Case in point above:
29 movie frames were used in the top image (stacked and lightened in Photoshop) (excluding all but the brilliant cloud to ground (GC) image at bottom). While the bottom image is dramatic with its illuminated foreground, the finer (fainter) step leaders are all but lost by the overwhelming brilliance of the CG. This is why night images of lightning with a dSLR are a lot more difficult to capture. Each bolt varies in brightness, contrast with background, structure, distance, etc.
For slow motion clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhPOcNax2zw.
Picture of the Day
Same stairs as seen in these two photos taken a couple of years ago in visible light with an unmodified camera:
Note: I originally posted this photo cropped to 2:3, but didn't really like the result, so I decided to replace it with the original 3:4 format it was shot with. Despite the native aspect ratio of Micro 4/3s cameras being 3:4, I mostly shoot 2:3. I always set one of the my cameras' custom buttons as a shortcut for the aspect ratio though, which I change depending on the requirements of the composition (I don't like to crop in post-processing). So here it is, the photo restored to my original vision of the scene...
Lens: TTArtisan 25mm f/2.0
Same limestone cliff as in my previous picture.
The beach I'm standing on is called Phra Nang Cave' Beach. It's in Krabi, Thailand.
The first day of spring sunrise of the same view different day. We may be expecting rain at some point according to the weather network. With the wide angle lens you can see the creek that I often photograph to the bottom left of your screen.
Canon EOS 1DS Mark III with a Canon EF 24-70 f2.8L lens.
I want to thank you for taking the time to visit my little space here on Flickr. I may not be quick to acknowledge your visit or any comments as well as visit your space. Rest assured I will do my utmost to catch up. After this weekend things should be back to normal for us - whatever normal is ;-)
Same Place, Different World
Infrared photography has a way of revealing the world in a completely unexpected light—literally. What you’re seeing here isn’t snow, though it may look like a winter scene. This was taken in full sunlight, with spring foliage reflecting infrared light in a way that renders it bright and frosty. It’s one of the strange and beautiful qualities of infrared landscapes become dreamlike, even alien.
With infrared photography, the visible light spectrum is blocked and only infrared light is permitted to pass. The sky shifts to deep bronze, vegetation glows in near white, and shadows fall in unusual ways. It’s all very surreal—and that’s part of the magic.
Same location, same time of year as yesterday’s image, but an entirely different mood. That’s one of the things I love about photography—how a slight change in method can open up a whole new way of seeing.
Pitt Lake British Columbia Canada
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Same day as the car engines roared thru town the skies were filled with these fun little guys just buzzin' around.
With our 40th Annual Lompoc Fly-In it just keeps getting better and bigger -- this year saw a lot of red planes plus a lot of white planes as well as the familiar Piper Cub yellow.
They make good use of those 65 horsepower 'engines'
Note the creeping vineyards overtaking our hills along with the powerlines for our new Wind Farm.
On our way to Knysna the day before we were lucky enough to photograph the train heading east in sunshine and the same happened the following day. With the tide out this time we were able to climb down to the Kaaimans River bed and photograph the the clagging 24's as they worked west.
Unfortunately the afternoon was not as good weatherise as we climbed to Power and over the Montague from George to Oudtshoorn in cloud. The two shots we had managed here though more than made up for the disappointment of missing out on Montague.
Mamiya 645. FujiRDP.
There are painters who must,
having found the place, must,
repaint it, compelled to repeat it,
each a variant, yet always the same,
always different
I awake to a perspective that is wide,
always differentiated from the prior,
always almost similar, but never with
the same exactitude, differing attitude,
same longitude, identical latitude,
always different
horizon distanced, in all ways a view
encompassing, duality near, far distant,
harmoniously, eyes open, magnetized
to wake before 6am by the suns modesty,
first light, first clarity, a curtain risen, yet,
always different
am I so blessed or thus cursed, for the urge
to disclaim and ode, compose and thus self-
decompose, analyze, reflect, slice apart, needing
the comprehensive understanding this me/place
scripts the raw appreciation, daily differentiated
always the same
this peaceful venue seizures, chest calmly
pounding at the insistence it commands,
the price I must pay for the prize to praise,
to sing, weep, reward restful sleep with lyrics
eked out, pouring, unsustainable yet finished,
always different
a single May Iris, returns, born from a torrential,
thunder, lightning, sky mayhem, rises by a sundial
greets midst a planted clump, upright rises, lavender,
in a majestic solitary, absent but a day prior, yet mine eyes
failed to witness its discernible emerging birthing creation,
always different,
always the same
here, I am Iris too, always the same, a day aged,
but the differences minute but stolid actualized,
this overnight sensation, my body’s restoration,
what I visualize, indivisible, now visible, realized,
miracle of continuity, unchanging chained change,
always different ,
always the same
wonder, am I more blessed, or a s~lightly cursed being,
my breath restored, wet eyes full brimming, changed,
revived but always modified, a newer old man, whose
sum total always a different number, but in sequential,
compelled to confess, no understanding of this miracle,
always the same,
always different,
this daily visionary miracle
-Nat Lipstadt via hellopoetry