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A January winter view of the Scout Rock Trail cutting through a mix Boreal Forest located in Tisdale Township in the City of Timmins in Northeastern Ontario Canada
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The limestone meets the sea at Jack Scout on Morecambe Bay. The sky was looking good for a sunset as I walked through the woods near Silverdale, so I headed here to the cliffs, only to witness another "cloud hoover" of the sky!
So looking for a bit of foreground interest I found this area of limestone with a small clump of "Sea Thrift". The rocks provide a bit of a lead into the Kent Estuary and you can see the Central Lake District fells in the far distance as the sun sets over Southern Cumbria.
Pose: Miss United Skates
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Wearing (me on left):
Top: Fiona - by Adams
Skirt: Cozy Cargo Mini - by SEUL
Bracelets: Dakota bracelets - by Legal Insanity
Lip piercing: Annika - by LittleFish
Hair: Reckless - by Stealthic
Scout was a gorgeous young-looking fox that visited our property a few times this winter, but has not been seen for a couple of months. Why is it that a welcome visitor like Scout, who had hunting success here, only visits a limited number of times whereas pests are so often very difficult to drive off?
The Indian Scout is a motorcycle built by the Indian Motocycle Company from 1920 to 1949. It rivaled the Chief as Indian's most important model. [...]. Wikipedia
Porteau Cove
Blue Hour in Kansas City just before 9pm the other night. One of the most popular places to take in the views of the downtown area of the city and for good reason.
Mike D.
This is the view from the start of my walk yesterday,up alongside Blackden brook and up onto Kinder scout....Its a great route, one of the best.
A classic overview of the city skyline of Kansas City, Missouri but this time I took several steps back to frame the shot with the tree. I raced out on this night thinking the sunset would be epic. There were several thin clouds about and I was hoping the sun would just burst them into an array of colors. It never materialized the way I hoped but I was still happy enough with the shot. The clouds add a little drama to the sky and I was hoping to anchor the shot with the tree roots on the bottom right.
Mike D.
Kinder Scout, Peak District, UK
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A number of times I've been running late and reached this same point along the edge as the sun rises. This time the gap in the clouds was in just the right place.
Kahuna peers into the lowering rays of the setting sun as he scouts the dirt walkway along Vine St., two houses away. The pair of properties between my house and Vine are both surrounded by chain-link fence, as mine is, so Kahuna can watch any activity along Vine through the fences—people walking their dogs after work, and the occasional horse and rider. He keeps pretty good tabs on the neighborhood :-)
Camera: Nikon Nikomat FTN (1967-1975, with Vivitar 70-150mm f/3.8 lens).
Film: 35mm Big Brother 640 Surveillance Film (expired 2001), ISO 640, from Lance Rothstein's Labeauratoire shop. Developed in Arista Liquid Developer (1+9) for 8:00 minutes @ 68 degrees (like Fomapan 400), and scanned with an Epson V600 scanner.
A few pics from a couple of years ago when we had some very late snow on the hills. This was April and a very strange combination of chilly snow and warm spring sunshine. There's no way Poppy would make it up there now and it was a bit of a one off for me too.
Kinder Scout, Peak District, UK
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An old shot from a few years ago. A wonderful sunset looking towards the downfall on Kinder Scout.
Struggled to compose a foreground, but the conditions were fantastic.
Kinder Scout, Peak District, UK
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A photo from Saturday morning closer to sunrise. Before the sun had reached the inversion in Edale Valley.
Loved the mix of warm and cool light on the frosted heather.
Scout Cave is in Snow Canyon State Park near St. George, Utah. It is about 100 feet deep and 50 feet tall. The view from its mouth includes a residential neighborhood all the way to distant mountains.
Following on from the previous upload, this photo was taken after a quite steep ascent up though Buckley Woods, the land levels off a little here before another quite steep climb up to Thieveley Pike. The view here is looking from Lancashire towards the border with Yorkshire along the steep rocks of Thieveley Scout, there is a farm track which runs along the top of the ridge.
Thank you for your visit and your comments, they are greatly appreciated.
Kinder Scout, Peak District, UK
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One from the archives from seven years ago.
SCOUT: "Hullo everyone! Look! Look at me! I'm a pretty princess with a purple crown! When I saw these pretty purple rhinestone pegs on Daddy’s desk, I was determined to get my paws on them! They make great accessories for dress-ups. Look! I made a crown!" *Preens.* "Do you think I look pretty? I do!" *Preens more.* "Who wants to play princesses with me?"
The theme for "Smile on Saturday" on the 23rd of March is "clothes pegs". If you follow my photostream, you will be familiar with Paddy (my Paddington Bear whom I have had since I was two years old) and his friend Scout, as they often feature in stories and adventures on Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday and sometimes other days of the week, such as this photo for today’s theme. This is Scout, and Scout likes getting dressed up and playing make believe, especially in furs and as a member of royalty! He is very ingenious and resourceful, as is demonstrated by the crown he is wearing, which he has created using some rhinestone covered purple clothes pegs that formerly were mine, but now are undoubtedly his, and a lilac satin ribbon. I hope you like my choice of the theme this week, and that it makes you smile.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Another side project in between commissions. The sculpting was finished a few weeks ago, but I finally got around to painting it.
I never liked LEGO's scout trooper helmet, the proportions and positioning of parts were all wrong. I was originally going to make this a decaled figure, but decided to sculpt it all the way. Knowing that walking around in Endor's mud is no clean task, I dirtied the boots and weathered the gun to make him look like he's seen a speeder chase or two.
The speeder is based off of BrickDoctor's speeder from ages ago, modified for my own interpretation. I figured if I was going to make a nice scene with this guy, it just wouldn't be complete without the speeder.
I'll post a video review after I post Rey's soon. So as always, expect more, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!
-Andrew
This is one of many cabins that scouts use, its situated by a lovely lake.
I guess, and hope, that there has been lots of fun in this area when they have been visiting
I tried BigHugeLabs Scout today to see if I had anything new on Explore and I got this, all my photos on it! Of course it's a gag, a Christmas present from BigHugeLabs, but entertaining nonetheless... Here are my top 72 photos...
1. Sunny side up, 2. Colorful spider, 3. Red and Green, 4. 작은 바위에 식물 "chakeun bawie shikmul", 5. take me home, 6. speed of light, 7. Grey Heron in Flight, 8. Waters of autumn,
9. hold me, 10. bridge to darkness, 11. refuse/recycle/reuse, 12. A Great Tit, 13. Naejangsan Bridge, 14. Autumn in Naejangsan, 15. stack, 16. Curiosity,
17. This photo makes me hungry!, 18. Korean roof in autumn, 19. Naejangsan rocks, 20. 수 "soo", 21. electric, 22. taking flight, 23. Amber dreams, 24. Just hanging,
25. Pugface, 26. 남대문 "namdaemoon", 27. Korean Grey Heron, 28. DOF, 29. Reflection, 30. Gratitude, 31. Caved-in lava roof, 32. ajumma symmetry,
33. deep blue, 34. velas rubras, 35. alone on the beach, 36. double self portrait with two drunk guys on the Korean mugunghwa train from Seoul to Pyeongtaek, 37. Infrared, 38. reflections, 39. broken 50mm, 40. "The Stare",
41. Deep Purple, 42. Haebyongdae, 43. Self Portrait, 44. bumpy, 45. reflesso, 46. lights and smoke, 47. yukshipsam, 48. drive all night,
49. This lady's got crabs!!, 50. David, 51. Youngdoo, 52. Bangpo shiktang, 53. John Mursch and Ricardo Parris, 54. lick me baby, 55. SUBURBIA, 56. plataforma 2,
57. Jeju roof, 58. Grate, 59. Firefighter, 60. Youngdoo, 61. Boarding the #70 bus, 62. Tudari, 63. Joon, 64. let me see it again,
65. Seoul Tower, 66. S, 67. there's a Nikon on the dinner table..., 68. velas, 69. Ugly Fella, 70. me at thirty three, 71. Blue Water, 72. wait behind the yellow line
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO!
A panorama of the northern side of Kinder Scout known as 'The Edge' seen across the Ashop Valley from the Snake Path.
It's an upload!
Yes, I am back! Here is my latest figure - inspired by a movie from when I was younger - 'Shooter'. I am really happy with the way this figure turned out - let me know what you think!
A Palestinian Scout Group Standing in Attention, while the Palestinian National Anthem were playing in the background
Sim/Place: Parameshvara - The Scout
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Dad!! You forgot! Yes Scout it's been a very busy week with work and I didn't have anytime for a photo. I know we normally do our photos on Sunday but there is a dog that needs to be adopted that needed some new photos soooo yes I forgot your weekly picture.
Have a great week everyone!
Scout,
When we got you in the summer of 2017, I was very sad. I had reached a point of philosophical exhaustion. I didn't know it at the time, but you'd ferry me into the world of absurdism, a barking antidote to the nihilism that had plagued me throughout my teen years. If this life was meaningless, so be it; this dog demanded celebration.
You were gentle, deeply inquisitive, and rigidly particular about everything. You noticed when anything was awry; if a tree branch fell down in the backyard, you would bark at it until we moved it. Once, when the neighbors got a new trashcan, you barked at it until we assured you at length it was okay. You only would use the bathroom behind a single pine tree. You quickly fell into a daily routine and were perturbed when things happened off-schedule. The song "Ave Maria" calmed you into a trancelike state; "Silent Night" by "Carol Cats," featuring a chorus of melodic meows, sent you into fits of howling. You played the strangest games of fetch, leaving us crawling behind couches to recover the ball for another toss. You liked fish, but rejected hamburgers and steak -- what dog rejects steak?
And, perhaps most absurd of all, within a few months of bringing you home, your floppy ears grew to the size of satellite dishes; your chest grew barrel-like; and your legs barely grew at all. Your irregular form, and particular markings, led me into a world of whimsy: "Scout is a horse," I would say, referring to the strip of white fur running down your nose. "Scout is a penguin," I would say, looking at your chest of white fur fringed with black. "Scout has long legs," I would declare, in blatant rejection of reality -- much like you had been a blatant rejection of the nihilism I had been living in.
Your excitement became my excitement. Simply going outside demanded jumping up and down, smiling, exclamations of near-hysterical joy -- "Oh my Dog, it's so exciting, let's go see the deer!". Dirty kitchen rags became prized objects; "Oh my Dog, is it a stinky towel?!" The dreariest, most tired afternoon could be transformed by your sparkling, inquisitive eyes asking me what happens next. Your antics and sheer joy of presence spurred a flurry of pet-names; I dubbed you a "Barkeologist" when you unearthed long-buried objects in the backyard, and retrieved a tobacco pipe dropped off the deck during a family gathering. I called black and white outfits "Scoutfits". Later in life, when you developed a skin condition, I said: "well, if Scout is covered in scabs, then she's Scabulous!"
Similarly, your love became my love. Through your displays of love towards me and others, I learned just how deeply we can love in this life. All dogs are beings of immense love, and I'd experienced this with my three prior dogs; but you displayed your love with fever pitches I'd never observed in a dog before. When your loved ones came home from being out, you'd greet them with eyes liquid with love as water, drawing them into your current, where you'd meticulously sniff and kiss every inch of them -- and sometimes even run back to greet them two or three more times after laying down, like a love-fueled boomerang. At home, your eyes constantly tracked us, inquiring as to what was happening, or would happen next. You knew when people had disease or injuries, and would lick the afflicted areas excessively while looking into their eyes with concern. Once, when one of your loved ones had just came back from a hospital stay, you uncharacteristically jumped up on their chair and doggedly licked their face for minutes straight, leaving them completely bewildered and in deep need of a wet paper towel.
In the weeks before I knew you were sick, I came across an epitaph from a dog's tomb in ancient Rome through a post online. “I am in tears, while carrying you to your last resting place as much as I rejoiced when bringing you home with my own hands 15 years ago.” I cried about this at the time, knowing that one day I'd have to say goodbye to you, the best friend I'd ever had. I never expected it would be so soon.
I think a dog as precious as you should live forever. And I hope you will, my teenage nihilism be damned; I hope to the point of faith that you are living now, and for forever. That you're somewhere chasing deer and squirrels, somewhere without scary wind or fireworks, somewhere where kind beings give you belly rubs, somewhere where you always feel safe and loved. I hope you are running free, and simultaneously become woven into everything enough that you dip into my dreams, and appear in my life's scenes -- a butterfly landing on my feet, a cardinal in a tree, wildflowers blooming. And I hope most of all that when I die, you're the first one to greet me.
I love you, Scout. I don't know how I could ever thank you enough for all you've given me. I hope I gave you as much happiness in this life as you have given me. Belly rubs forever.
Your Sister,
Hanna
(Post Script:
Scout's original name was Lovey. She was then named Scout after Scout Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird. I never knew if she was named Lovey randomly, because she had a heart-ish shaped marking on her nose, or because she was a particularly affectionate puppy -- but the latter would make sense. She was the truly most profoundly loving dog I have ever met in my life.)