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The wonders of nature...
The humble Bee goes about his daily routine saving the planet while humans try their best to destroy it...
The Cape Water Lily is considered a weed here in Australia! What a beautiful looking weed.
After a long winter and chasing locals all over northern Wisconsin, daylight savings time has begun and spring is just getting underway. For the first time in recent memory L516 has reached town before darkness. It's a gloomy cold evening but the SD60s brighten things up a bit. The train only had 10 cars this day, something that would have been unheard of years ago. March 1, 2020.
The bat-hag will trouble Athena no more as T-bone brings the wretched creature's life to an end in explosive fashion.
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Model: Kailee Feirer
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The 19th century Baltimore & Ohio passenger station in Hamilton, Ohio, has a new home. It was moved away from the tracks to a new location closer to cowntown Hamilton as shown here. Restoration work was underway at the time this image was made.
Caspian suddenly points from the boat with a concerned look on his face. "Um. Siren, I think something's wrong with Essa," the boy says while standing up to get a better look, the girl's head turning to look with him as a terrified visage crosses her face. "Siren! She's drowning!" The blond Ashworth calls out as he makes a mad dash from the boat, his girlfriend hot on his heels while screaming with her shrill voice for help. Yet the two of them are at the water's edge nearest Essa, first, and so they must make a swift decision. "Siren, I'm going to need you to help me drag her in once I get her close enough!" the boy calls as he dives into the water. Together they manage to roughly tug the older student onto the embankment.
While I'd love to do them, I hardly ever get a chance to shoot candids .... but when I saw this girl from across the park .. solitary ... pensive .... full of grace ... and beauty ... and unaffected style ... I just had to try and capture all that .... happy that I did ...
Frieda Goren (thought bubble: Virgil! Remember, you don't know him. You don't know him...) "I can't believe it Daisy it's him...Static! Yeah that's them..the jerks that snatched our chains!" Static (thought bubble: Frieda! Daisy! Remember, you don't know them. You don't know them...)
"Fear not ladies Static is here to save the day...man I always wanted to say."
Just a fun shoot from a couple months ago. On the west facing slope of Haleakala. You can see a bit of the West Maui's in the distance. This was probably at about 6-7k feet of elevation.
Saving Money
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Here at Arriva North West, Green Lane depot are Wrightbus Volvo B5LH Gemini Eclipses which we start from left to right are BT66 MTX 4807, BT66 MTU 4805 and BP66 VKX 4845 are all seen at rest. 23/09/17
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According to Sokun, Ottawa's Capital Shoe Clinic on Queen Street has been in business for 90 years. Over the years I've taken many pairs of shoes there, and am always very satisfied with the service. Not only does he save soles, he saves me money!
Brunswick, Victoria. I just took this while seated waiting for my daughter who was looking for clothing for a theatre production. I had been through earlier buying up a pile of second hand British crime novels (Ian Rankin, PD James and Ruth Rendell)
The antique clamp is holding together the gluing of a leg of an Victorian foot stool. The leg is made from walnut and has a crack going vertical almost the entire way. It mended great! I used for a background an antique wooden cask that I believe would have been used in a hardware store back in the day for selling nails. It is held together by steel bands and wire.
Our Daily Challenge
HOLD IT TOGETHER
This image was out of focus but I liked it so I "saved" it by turning it into a painting. I love playing with the brushes, so a good excuse.
A Somber Duty/GC9 Restricted
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As soon as she spotted the horse and rider, Evellyn Akeyla felt an unexplainable sense of foreboding start to build within her.
She had stepped out into the brisk morning air, closing her cabin’s door behind her, and been immediately greeted by her horse, Coca.
“Good morning,” She said, smiling as she let Coca have an apple she’d brought out for her. The horse nuzzled against Evellyn’s face, and she reached to stroke the soft neck.
Preoccupied as she was, it had taken her a minute to register the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Once she’d registered them, it had only taken her a few seconds to locate their source.
The approaching rider was hard to make out through the heavy trees, but, though she hoped it, she could still tell it wasn't her brother Roy, come back from the war.
She squinted, and peered more closely as the rider came closer. To her surprise, though it wasn't Roy, she did know the rider, at least by reputation, more so than description. She had heard a lot about this man. The rider was Sir Haymar Glen!
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As the farmhouse came into sight, Haymar sighed, mentally and emotionally prepping himself
for the depressing duty he, as leader of his army, must fulfill. With a heavy heart, he and Dracus rounded the last bend and came to a halt in the yard fronting the little cabin and stable.
A beautiful young woman stood beside the stable, watching him silently. She wore her pale blond hair long, pulled into a loose swept back ponytail. Two thick strands of loose hair framed a strong face, with full lips and piercing gray eyes. She wore woods garb, and had a quiver and longsword slung over her right shoulder. A powerful recurve bow sat nearby, within easy reach.
As he dismounted, the other’s eyes followed his every move. One hand rested lightly on a throwing hatchet tucked through a loop in her belt.
Haymar turned towards her. “You are Evellyn Akeyla, I presume?”
Evellyn nodded, studying his strong, handsome face. “What brings the son of Lord Anthony Glen to my humble dwelling?” She asked, although a horrible suspicion began to form in her mind. An instant later, her worst fear was confirmed when Sir Haymar reached back and withdrew a wrapped bundle from his saddle.
“It is with a heavy heart that I must tell you your brother Roy is dead.” He said, sadness reflected in his face.
“No.” She said, staring at him. “It cannot be.”
“I’m afraid it is. These are his things,” He added, offering her the wrapped bundle, which she now saw contained Roy’s bow, quiver, and sword. She took it wordlessly, to shocked and horror-struck to speak.
“I am deeply sorry for your loss.” Haymar said softly, genuine regret and sorrow evident in his voice.
She looked at him, then down at the bundle in her arms, and felt the prickle of tears in her eyes. No, She thought, fighting them, Don’t cry. Not here. Not in front of Sir Haymar. Try as she might however, they still came, flooding her vision. Finally, she gave in and let them flow in huge, heart-wrenching sobs, as she fell to her knees in the dirt, still holding the bundle, unaware of anything around her except her sorrow.
When Evellyn started crying, Haymar’s first instinct was to step forward and comfort her, but then he realized that might not be the best thing to do. She would probably want to be alone with her grief for a while, so he backed away several steps and waited for her to get through it.
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Several minutes later, as he was brushing his horse, Haymar heard the crying subside. Turning away from Dracus, he saw Evellyn brush the hair away from her face as she looked up, eyes red. Haymar walked back over and offered her his hand. The other took it gratefully, and he pulled her to her feet. Evellyn took a deep breath to compose herself, than spoke, staring at her feet.
“Forgive me, sir. The grief was overwhelming.” She look up into his face. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
Haymar smiled kindly. “I won’t. And please, call me Haymar. All my friends do.”
Evellyn smiled somewhat, recognizing he was saying she was his friend now.
They stood there for a few moments more, than Haymar turned away.
“Perhaps I should leave now.” He said, starting towards his horse.
“No, wait,” Evellyn said urgently, “Please stay awhile longer. I need to hear how he died.”
And I need the company, She thought, but wasn’t willing to say it out loud. Instead, as he turned back, she said; “Forgive my manners. Please, come in and have a cup of coffee, and tell me what happened.”
She turned and led the way inside her modest cabin, setting the bundle containing Roy’s weapons on the bed, then moving over to the fireplace as Haymar sat at the small table in one corner.
Looking around, Haymar could see Evellyn obviously liked a minimalist life, for her cabin was sparsely furnished. The only elegant, feminine thing he could see was a hand-woven rug on the floor in front of the bed.
Evellyn brought two cups of coffee over to the table and sat down. After handing Haymar one, she sat back and settled her gaze on him. “I’m ready,” she said quietly.
And so Haymar told her; of the siege of the Black Fortress; of the taking of the wall; how Roy had shoved Haymar out of the way at the last minute, and taken the arrow meant for the other; And how they had buried him along with the other dead; of the armies triumphant return; and how Haymar had set out to seek Evellyn, and tell her of her brother’s passing.
When he had finished, Evellyn sat silently for a long time, staring down at her untouched cup. Finally she looked up, and her eyes found the other’s.
“I almost joined your army with him, and again almost did when he told me the army was marching to war.”
“But?” Haymar said, sensing there was more.
“But Roy wanted me to stay here, watching over our farms. At least, that’s what he said, but I know the real reason was he thought war was too dangerous for me. He was always too over-protective of me, I guess because our parents died when we were young, and he was left to care for me alone. Because of what I knew about his true reason for having me stay, we argued. I wanted to go with him to the Black Fortress. He wanted me to stay here. We parted ways without making up. Now he’s dead, and I’ll never forgive myself.”
“Roy’s death was not your fault.” Haymar said. “He made the choice to leap in front of me, and you being there wouldn’t have influenced his decision.” She looked at him, not quite believing it, but not willing to argue.
“Now,” Haymar began, “There was another reason I came here besides Roy, although it does have to do with him, somewhat. With your brother’s unfortunate passing, there is an open position in the army. As your brother saved my life, for which I would be in his debt were he still here, I thought it only fair to offer you, as his sister, the position, in payment of that debt. Will you accept?”
Evellyn was still for awhile, digesting this. She was being offered a place in Haymar’s army, of which she had long desired to be a part of. But the cost had been her brother’s life, and she would be taking his place. Do I really want that? Evellyn thought. Without Roy, I won’t know anyone. I’ll be alone. Then she looked over at Haymar, and amended her thought. I’ll know hardly anyone. But I’ll finally be able to fight, and travel. To make friends, to get to know people. And a chance to avenge Roy. It was this last that decided it.
Evellyn looked up and met the other’s questioning gaze.
“I’ll take it.”
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Parts of this story might not make sense, because I have yet to finish my Assault on Maldrake's Fortress story, due to writer's block on it. To clear things up a bit; during the battle, after the Lenfel troops had gained the wall, Evellyn's brother Roy stepped in front of Haymar and took an arrow from an archer on the tower, thereby saving Haymar's life. Hopefully I'll get the full story done soon.
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scott creek, off scott road, surrey, bc
what's left of a little urban forest and pond that doesn't feel very natural anymore... there used to be beavers and far more trees. large houses are to the left and truck parking & industry beyond. Maybe it will be better once things leaf out. I just don't know how much nature can be supported by these little isolated spots of green surrounded by urban sprawl & industry.
The first day of daylight savings is drawing to a close.
Meanwhile, N class locomotive N468 is ascending into Heathcote Junction as #8369 to Shepparton.
Due to the close proximity to Wandong, the Goulburn Valley bound train will not stop at Heathcote Junction in accordance with the timetable.
Heathcote Junction, Vic.
6/10/19
The last thing Little Pocky remembered was getting ready to use her magic to get that not so nice man off of her friend win all of the sudden she was pulled in to a strange Portal... The very next thing she knew was she had Opened her eyes to see her head was laying in her Sweet Mothers lap and she was being hugged on by Baby SweetiePieStrawberries above was her Father Alvarie whom held on to one of her hands as he called out to her.
“Dada I... am... Okay,” Said Little Pocky in a faint little voice for she had just come to.
“Pocky my little one what happened,” asked The Fairy King Alvarie as he could feel her hands still shaking.
“He has her... he is on top of her,” Little Pocky started to explain before she started crying for it was all to scary for her.
“Who my dear?” asked Sweet Angel Aurora as she ran her little fingers throw her child's hear.
Little SweetiePieStrawberries knew that her big sister had to be super scared so she did her very best to hug on her as tight as she could!
“My friend Calista she is being...” Cried Pocky finding it to hard to explain what she saw.
“Keep our daughters here my Love I must go!” Stated The Fairy King Alvarie as he jumped throw the Portal closing it behind him so none could follow.
“Daddy,” called Pocky trying to reach out to her father.
“Shh daddy has to set right the wrong that is being made my dear Pocky now you just stay here and let mommy take care of you,” Sweet Angel Aurora said in a calm sweet voice trying to comfort her little daughter.
Where daddy go to, thought Little SweetiePieStrawberries wandering if she should go save her Dada or stay and comfort sissy.
Will Alvarie make it in time?
Will Little SweetiePieStrawberries follow her father?
And what might happen to Calista if help dose not come in time?