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The little American Tree sparrow is now known to be more closely related to the Fox Sparrow....will it be "Spizelloides"?
Para representar o 'Something new' (algo novo), escolhi um dos últimos esmaltes que comprei.
Minha cidade começou a vender Hits!! Não estou acreditando até agora! hauhauhahauua...
Claaaro que fiz uma comprinha básica: uns 8. xP
Além disso, ele faz parte da nova coleção dos F*Hits.
O Heritage é meu primeiro dessas coleções quadradinhas da Hits.
Escolhi essa foto desfocadinha pq ela mostra um pouco mais desse reflexo esverdeado que ele tem.
Ele é bem diferente, mereceu ser comprado, já que preciso ter motivos para comprar um esmalte nacional de cerca de R$12,00 (que foi o que eu paguei na loja, mais barato do que no site da Hits xP)
Obs: Cotoquei as unhas, notaram? hauhauauhua
once again, hideously old. i'm pathetic :/ at least it has character (?)
oh, by the way, the hearing story ended with a dead end, so here's a try at something new, at something that's really interesting me, this keymaker has a lot to tell me. god, storytelling, in photos or words, is what keeps every moment thrilling. I don't know why the world aren't artists/writers.
The Master Key
"The key maker lived in a house with 37 rooms. Of course, each of these rooms was locked with a different, ornately designed key which he kept on a ring in his pocket. He loved to lock and unlock things—there were padlocks on his drawers, windows, front gate, and shutters. There were locks to open up his bathroom medicine cabinet, his pantry, and his icebox. He’d even put locks in places that had nothing to open—in the walls, with foreign shaped keyholes and gilded with gold, silver, and stone. He was a man proud of his work, and he was so comfortable with the language of keys that he could simply look at one of the hundreds of locks and feel the shape of the proper bittings in his pocket, without even looking at the ring. He polished each keyhole every day, so that the smooth click of the gears swinging to would be as satisfying as on the first day they were crafted.
He lived in a town with burglary and murder as an everyday occurrence—he was a smart man as well as a dedicated one, and he was correct in predicting that this was the proper place for him to live. People lined up at his door for locks and keys; the poor and the rich together (even the thieves, who wanted to protect their loot). He served them all; mixed metal keys with two teeth for the poor, and heavy, silver beauties with enameled torques and jeweled fobs for the wealthy, a skill which he considered an art.
There was no question that he was capable of making a master key, one that made walls as palpable as butter and every building, from mansions to factories, a palace in which he could romp. And logically he had one. But in terms of the safety of his own home, he was extremely paranoid. He thought about all the people that could target him, envious of his marble baths, heated aquarium (in which a mermaid swam, swam, swam all day long), and ceiling to floor fireplaces, which, when lit, made the wall seem as if it was alight. He knew that other lock-makers were capable of making master keys, and that there were many thieves particularly trained at picking locks and listening to the hum of the bolts so as to charm them into sliding open. He wanted to make his home a fortress, where every possible entrance, window, or crack was padlocked with an ingeniously designed double-sided key. His doors were of pure steel and the locks were indomitable to anyone but him, with his carefully guarded ring of pretties. Any master key, even his own (which was far superior to any other key existing), would not open his doors. However, his master key was more than a master key—it opened any lock, even ones that weren’t of his design. No matter if the lock was a pin tumbler, tubular, a lever lock, or something entirely different altogether, his master key sung to their defensive slots. While his own locks were supreme protectors, every other one was like a trembling doe in the face of his master key.
And so it was that each night the key maker would live a different life, one in which nothing was hidden and everything was attainable. He didn’t steal—he did something much more rewarding. He learned about the things that made families dart their eyes or change the subject. He uncovered men’s pasts, and the words that made them cower. As everyone else was in bed, the constant vibrations of his master key were soporifics. The key maker, free to do as he wished, would light bonfires out of the trash left in bins. He would hammer nails into the marbled corridors of anyone he disliked, all the while the key singing its tune. He hated bounties of them, even the ones that handed him lumps of powdered gold. He hated them because they were cowards and because they were hypocrites, sitting on couches of pinned back skin, complaining of the cow’s skin when they wobbled in their own gray fat. He hated them because they were proud, and greedy, and disgusting, but they tricked themselves into thinking they were not.
This was what the key maker thought, and so he paid it all back to them at night, when his keys were like a cape, and his fingers like wands. He often asked himself if he was a key-maker or a lock-maker. He didn’t know whether he spent more time opening doors or fastening them."
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Cámara nueva.
Puede que quizás llegue el momento de que dé el paso que todos los ámbitos de mi vida necesitan.
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don't be afraid to stand up for what you believe in. hoping for change is sometimes simply not enough. never be afraid to do something new. remember, amateurs built the ark; professionals built the titanic.
My old camera strap cover was starting to get really dirty, so I thought it was time to make a new one! I had some decent sized scraps of Sherbet Pips leftover from my quilt and these square dots seemed like the perfect cheerful fabric for something I use everyday. I left out the pink on white print knowing how quickly it would get dirty! :)
Can I just say that I LOVE this. I may have to keep it for myself :)
I've been wanting to try doing some kind of felt "paintings" for a while, but never got around to it until this weekend (I promised some to Craftland, which I knew would finally motivate me). I have big plans for these, friends, big plans!
far, far far from any kind of finishing, i just thought it was kind of pleasant at this stage and worth showing.
Sweet Pea Seedlings for this years display. #74 Something new 113 pictures for 2013
I hope!
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It's a new iPhone app called "Percolator". Couldn't resist trying it out on one of our Cavaliers and brewing up a new look for him.
Enjoy!
It's so flat around here that there isn't much in the way of scenery to see. Fortunately the clouds provide some fun stuff to look at!
2000's (3-D Quilts)
Mary Kerr gave each member of QPN (Quilt Professional Network) a vintage quilt block (shown on the label) and the challenge to make an 18” mini quilt.
Completed 2008
Mural featuring a traditional Japanese house hiding the entrance to a 1970s era public restroom. Hattori Ryokuchi Park, Osaka, Japan.
I can't remember the last time I uploaded anything on here, it must have been summer!! I have been so swamped recently with uni work, it just never stops! :L
But, there's another reason I haven't been able to focus on my photography either, I've been really busy writing, and today's theme was books because I ACTUALLY PUBLISHED SOMETHING.
It has been my dream to publish a book for so long, and I actually got the guts to put it on Amazon Kindle, I'm so excited! :L
If you're interested, its a young adult novel, and I'd love it if you were ;) you can now download it from here in UK: www.amazon.co.uk/Hello-World-Joanna-Sellick-ebook/dp/B00H...
And here from the US: www.amazon.com/Hello-World-Joanna-Sellick-ebook/dp/B00HKF...
My first ever photo on my new GoPro waterproof camera. As it gets warmer (or when I get back to Hawaii) I'll do further underwater photography but this "foam on the sand" shot will have to do while it's Winter!
I'm stepping up in the micro four-thirds world... got my new Olympus OM-D E-M1, and it is beautiful... however, I am remembering what a pain it is to fall in love with a new camera and how long it takes to get comfortable with new settings and controls...
Submitted for 113 Pictures in 2013
The Fontana del Nettuno (Fountain of Neptune) is a fountain in Rome, Italy, located at the north end of the Piazza Navona. It was once called "Fontana dei Calderari" because it was located close to a small alley with blacksmith's workshops, makers of pots and pans and of other metal based businesses, all of them generating heat.
Piazza Navona in Rome Italy.
Leica. M7/Fuji Velvia
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