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After a long week of sickness and not being online
(some might have noticed 👅 ) .....
I found my way to the pc again and thought this might be a nice way to celebrate, that I'm feeling better again !
This challenge was initiated by Ivoceno Rossini
and I was challenged by Blaize Nightfire on the 10th february.
#RedoChallenge
Ask your self what you would have done differently. Choose an old pic from your feed and redo it. See how much you've grown , what would you have fixed, have fun with it.
You get a ReDo!!!
If you want to do a ReDo....I will not challenge anyone...
but you could always try to surprise me with your talent :)
Well I did...
if it's better or if I have grown??
Well..... I don't know ....
Is it that important?
The pictures and how they appear to be.....
it all depends on how I'm feeling... fun, sad, happy, crazy☺
If it makes you feel good... that is a bonus 👅
Big hugs for you all (don't be afraid, I feel better)
Kit ♥
Tune ♪♫
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Pose: Serendipity: catherine... (bento)
catherine... (2)
Pic taken @ Fusion City
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~ Home Sickness ~ Poem by me ~ 03.27.2015 - 06.04.2015
I don't understand cold souls and their relentless need,
The ever-empty longing they fill with vampire greed;
The wasted energy to feed a black hole,
In an elusive quest to find a complete whole.
In their endless hunts to sully new prey,
To suck warm life (fresh blood every day);
They crave a warm passion they silently yearn for,
Yet trade it for cold heat they're willing to burn for.
... Still...
In their callous naïve arrogance they miss an obvious irony,
Home lives in your own core, the hearth inside you and me.
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“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DHJd9x7AG0
WAITING FOR THE MIRACLE – LEONARD COHEN
Whenever I need to affirm my belief
that the world is still beautiful beyond the grief
I look through the window to the distant view
and realise the dreams that lie beneath
waiting for Spring and Summer to come
so that this long bitter Winter can be put to bed soon
the sickness the rain; the snow and the feelings
that run high depress our moods and fill the room
inside our heads feel the pressure mounting
the lowlands that draw us up into the mountains
so that we can stand on the highest peak
find peace and solace in the knowledgeable fountain
I cast my eyes and drink in the view
the elexir of life that springs eternal and new
lifting my spirits and soul to the heavens
sweeping the cobwebs from my mind; whisper adieu
diamonds of dew glisten in sunlight
the long stretch of lawns awake from the night
the air is filled with the songbirds sweet melodies
the view from the window is such a beautiful sight
some trees are naked but buds are appearing
the evergreens are full and stand fat in the clearing
a shaft of sunrays enters the room through the window
alights on the windowsill charmingly and endearing
I could stand here or sit and read E M Forster's
A Room With A View; why remain in our cloisters
never be afraid to show your true feelings
love is the answer and the world is our oyster
small pearls of wisdom bead on my brow
moisten my lips reveal who I am now
I hid from the world too long so it seems
yet I found love and gave vent to my dreams and how
the epithany; the revelation; the windows that opened
the closed doors behind me that prevented me hoping
the past may shape us but we can still evolve
cast the shadows behind us; be a wonderful copine
draw strength from each other; put roots down in the Earth
look to the future; a glorious rebirth
so as I open this window of opportunity in my life
I value myself and give back for all I am worth.
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until sickness comes :-)
Thomas Fuller
HGGT!! stay safe and healthy friends :-)
in the neghborhood, cary, north carolina
We always used to joke about the apocalypse, didn’t we?
Would it be a super sickness? Climate Change? An undead uprising?
Would we be able to get away from the zombies fast enough
on our simple road bikes just for people who
want to keep getting around
instead of having our brains eaten.
Did we have enough food in storage?
What date do you think it actually expires?
Can we hunt for mushrooms, pick for berries?
How soon does nature kill us without us
cross referencing Google?
Our frenemy the internet died a long time ago.
What books will we read first
when the electricity goes out and which ones
will be turned into toilet paper and kindling
Wait…do we even know how to build a fire?
Do we know how to put out the fire we start?
Every day is an emergency no one responds to.
In the end…it was a mixture of all three.
There were tornadoes, hurricanes, forest fires
The undead still didn’t want to get vaccinated
(even when we tried to tell them this is what
killed them in the very first place).
Zombies are stubborn, I mean, what can we do?
And now, the end of the world is no joking matter.
We could have stopped it but
we were too selfish and arrogant and
resistent to change.
We let this happen.
We watched and ate popcorn with butter.
But I love you, darling.
You gave me so many good years on Earth
You were always so good at fixing things
(except for humanity and the environment)
You’re not as good at killing things
(like zombies).
This morning, I was reading to you a poem
in our run down empty blue kitchen
"What Brings Us Out” by Naomi Shihab Nye
(because now we eat words instead of food)
While I was humming a song by the 60s band Love
Alone Again Or beneath my breath
We are what we can remember.
You can have the very last cheerio
At the very bottom of the box.
It’s because of you
I stayed alive this long
It’s because of you I didn’t give up.
Let the anti-vaxx zombies come.
Let the viruses ravage my body.
Let all the mushrooms in the forest poison me.
Let the fires consume me.
Let the tsunamis sing in my ear.
Let the Earth swallow me up in one gulp.
Because I gave you the last cheerio and I am ready.
No one made me. I made me.
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Pic taken with Black Dragon Viewer @ Backdrop City
The quarry hospital was built in 1860.
It was mostly maintained by the mens own contributions to a sick club.
The club provided free medical care a weekly
payment due to absence from work
through sickness or injury, a small payment on retirement and burial expenses.
It was one of the first buildings to have hot and cold water and electricity.
It closed in 1962 and was later restored by Gwynedd Council re-opening as a Visitor centre in 1979.
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Hết hìh up ròi :) Up đỡ thôi :) Ngủ đây :) Hnay đủ mệt ròi :)
Mai chiến đấu vs 4 môn =(( Tiết 1 trả bài sinh, tiết 2 thi CN, tiết 3, 4 KT Lý, tiết 5 trả bài Văn :((
Que fait un fenwick ici ?
Bon... Le fait qu'on soit en période de décrochage des guirlandes de Noël peut -éventuellement- nécessiter un fenwick. Je n'en sais rien après tout ; je ne suis pas technicien.
Et tandis que le fen...wick, il est question de maladies qui rôdent et dont la contagiosité désorganise le quotidien, malgré l'apparence routine de ces figures masquées...
This might look a little familiar to some of you. I posted a similar shot from this location a few weeks back. But this shot has a bit more of a longer exposure.
Fontainebleau State Park
Mandeville, Louisiana
Lake Pontchartrain
B+W 58mm 10 Stop ND Filter
I am not alone in my tiredness or sickness or fears, but at one with millions of others from many centuries, and it is all part of life.
-Etty Hillesum, An Interrupted Life and Letters from Westerbork (Henry Holt and Company: 1996), 157.
Ageratina altissima
Aster Family
The "Milk Sickness" plant. The toxins in the plant are passed along in the milk of dairy cows that happen to eat this plant.
A shot that sums up the constant energy and motion of a big sea running. Motion Sickness id by Damien Jurado. I'm off doing a High Brown Fritillary management assessment today to prepare for contractor work.
My sickness keeps me in control
From everything you'll never know
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAs_QxALenk
Taken At Sunnys - Merlin
www.primfeed.com/botan.pinklady/posts/ce41806a-e31f-437f-...
Soundtrack // Bande-son: TINDERSTICKS ("City Sickness"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=3c7QRP8mIt8
"I'm crawling, I don't know where to or from... The centre of things from where everything stems... Is not where I belong... I have the CITY SICKNESS, growing inside me... So this is where I ran for freedom... Where I may not be free..."
Autre vue: www.flickr.com/photos/regisa/49630461001/in/photolist-2kx...
After a week of sickness and being stuck at home, I made a mental health day out with the boys to go do something to burn off some of the uncertainty with the days ahead. We decided to go towards the Marquette area just to see some trains and get Mom some quiet time. Things worked out better than expected when the sun came out today and then this showed up about mid-day. Couple old veterans head up this loaded rail train CWR-19 as they make their way north on the River Sub. I couldn't hardly believe that CP found these 2 motors for power! Seen here passing thru Dakota between River Jct and Donehower.
This was yesterday morning at the same location as my last post.
The appearance of purple heather normally kick starts my sunrise activity but the 4.30 alarm was a bit of a shock.
I arrived a bit late so rushed up the slope only to be hit by extreme fatigue and nausea. Note to self - always carry water and an energy bar. I only took a few shots.
I am going to have to work on my stamina if I'm ever going to shoot Corfe again.
When making this shot I had altitude sickness and i was sitting in the back of the camper almost KO, and therefor not really enjoying this ridiculous pass (Kyzylart pass) that goes op to ca 4200 meters, and to the border of Tajikistan.
Fortunately I have made a lot of pictures so that I now can enjoy a crazy ride up with all these amazing colors. At the top there was another color added (blue-purple) probably from a mangenese component.
More later!
20 September I came back from my journey over a part of the Silk Road to and through Central Asia. 4 months of traveling through 14 countries (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Iran) before I flew home from Teheran. An impressive journey in countries that are extremely beautiful, with lovely and welcoming people and diverse cultures and history.
Intense traveling with more than 20000 kilometers in our mobile home on sometimes roads that hardly could be called that way. We saw many villages and cities (some wonderful, others very ugly), countries that are transforming from the old Soviet era into something more related to older cultures and the way people live, often funded by oil readily available around the Caspian sea. We saw the amazing mountains south of the Black Sea, the wonderful Caucasus, and the high mountains in the far east close to China with peaks over 7000 meter, and not to forget the (Bulgarian) Alps!
We crossed the great steppe of Kazakhstan. a drive of at least 5000 km, the remnants of lake Aral, once one of the biggest lakes of the world, saw a rocket launch from Baikonur (this little part is Russian owned), we crossed many high mountains passes, and drove the breathtaking canyon that comes from the Pamir, beginning at ca 4500 meter, and going down for ca. 400km to an altitude of 1300 meter, driving for 100's of kilometers along the Afghan border.
And then the numerous lakes with all sorts of different colors from deep cobalt blue to turquoise, and one rare spectacle in Turkmenistan where a gas crater is burning already for more than 40 years. And finally and certainly not the least to mention an enormous amount of wonderful, hospitable and welcoming people. The woman often dressed in wonderful dresses, and bringing a lot of color in the streets of almost of all countries we visited.
Take these ten times daily....
I am not good at swallowing pills.
I am not sick. Just had this in the archive this morning and thought it would be a nice one to put up.
As some of you who saw my post on Facebook know, after making the effort to drive four hours to Potsdam, NY to visit 20+ members of my wife's family over the course of six days, we were all rewarded with a nasty, 24-hour stomach bug upon returning. I was the first as soon as we got back home on Thursday night, my 1-year old, Asher, followed the next day, and my wife, Carly, and 6-year old, William, got it last night (Saturday night).
The silver lining, however, was that today Asher and I were fine, and it was helpful to Carly for me to get Asher out of her hair for the day so she could rest. Asher seems to be taking more of a liking to trains than William, so we headed trackside. Our timing couldn't have been any better as B&E Train B101 with -- shockingly -- a dud of an SD60E leader needed a rescue from none other than the B&E's G&W heritage unit.
Asher and I had a great chase from Hoosick Falls, NY to Mechanicville. Here, the train crosses the Hoosic River at Fisherman's Lane in Schaghticoke, which was in an interesting state of melting ice due to a recent thaw following very cold temperatures.
B&E Train B101
Fisherman's Lane, Schaghticoke, NY
December 29, 2024
In this dizzyingly rich novel of ideas, Mann uses a sanatorium in the Swiss Alps--a community devoted exclusively to sickness--as a microcosm for Europe, which in the years before 1914 was already exhibiting the first symptoms of its own terminal irrationality. The Magic Mountain is a monumental work of erudition and irony, sexual tension and intellectual ferment, a book that pulses with life in the midst of death. (Amazon)
This is the pigeons market at Edirnekapi, located in the old town of Istanbul. Every Saturday sellers and buyers meet. They describe bird breeding hobby as "sickness".