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I told Millie to get in the box and she said "YOU get in the box!"..... How rude.
Pets..... they can be so unappreciative some days.......
Millicent the Christmas hedgehog....Millie for short.
The rest of the Christmas "stuff".... getting boxed.... packed away for another year.
- Speaking ..... talking to the sun ..., with clouds .., with the sea ...
Speaking .....
Talking with my solitude ... with my silence ... with my lights and my shadow ....
Speaking .......
- Hablando....., hablando con el sol..., con las nubes.., con el mar...
Hablando.....
Hablando con mis soledad..., con mi silencio..., con mis luces y mis sombras....
Hablando.....
This is the first in a series I think I’m going to do about struggling to express yourself.
(Explored # 34)
A random shot I took while on a photowalk. I think animals have such expressive eyes, how can people hurt them?
Tangail, Bangladesh 2013
Of flowers that speak... And words that fail me...
"When words escape, flowers speak."
quote by- Bruce W. Currie
Going out with a BANG!!!
This is the true colour of a bouquet that was given to me, pale green carnations, white/green roses, Chrysanthemum Anastasia, also a Spider Chrysanthemum, filled out with smaller white mums and leaves, even Rosemary. I made a choice to photograph and composition...
The representative colour of nature, green is a traditional symbol of growth, harmony, freshness and fertility.
Giving my flowers SOUL? Here My Soul Flowers on youtube and here Studio Flowers 2011
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Rossiya - Special Flight Squadron IL96-300 Reg: RA-96023 as "State Aero 008" arriving from Moscow Vnukovo Airport with Russian Minister of Foreign Affairs Sergey Lavrov on board to speak at the 54th Munich Security Conference.
A derelict stage located just next to another big theater hall inside abandoned military barracks in East Germany
Acte 13: A Rather Rude Happening
The thug with a rather wicked knife speaks abruptly with an all too loud and clear, demanding tone of voice.
“All right let’s have you lot all get out, on this side!”
We slide over along leather seats, one by one we slipped to the ground unaided.
As we form a line,
the knife holder speaks again.
“let’s see some hands up now, that’s the ticket”
We all reluctantly obey...as he continued on. Though he was masked, I had the uncanny feeling his mouth was turned up into a happy sneer.
“Alright ducklings, and gentlemen, attend.”
His eyes traveled along the row of hapless victims.
“Let me explain how this goes. Foirst, for or those of you that haven’t figured this out yet, you’re being robbed!”
For some reason, he was staring at me as he said this. I was too scared to feel insulted at that.
He went on ...
“Second, What we want from youse is the sparkly things you birds are wearing. Real ,fake , sentimental, don’t matter and don’t argue the point, this is not a negotiation and our boss here ( he motioned to the gent standing mute by the long black car blocking the road ) has very little patience.
No time of ours will be wasted by balking, pleading or squeaking, or you will feel the prick of my blade soon enough!”
He lifted up his knife.
Any attempts at dashing and my lad here will fire, not to kill, but to bring you to the ground. Fully cooperate and we will be out gone in minutes and your all free to continue on about your business... Obey, and you won’t be feeling his wrath. “
He nodded again to the mute smoking gent who remained at his spot.
The thug with the knife was now eyeing us all up and down as we limply looked on...
“Now Nod those pretty heads of years that you understand me!”
We all unhappily complied.
Earrings erupting from the darkness, sparkling fire as we all sadly nodded in obedience
The boss man meanwhile had knocked out the ashes from his pipe had serenely come over.
Pointing the long end of his brier pipe towards my brother, motioned him to follow.
Reaching the long black car, my brother was frisked, pockets searched. He was relieved of the Rolex, his cufflinks and wallet.
The boss nodded to the thug with the pistol.
The thug came over, stuck his pistol into my brother's ribs, and made him walk to the side of the road. He was then made to sit down against an old wytch elm tree.
The pistol holding thug then walked back to join his companion.
They both walked to the end of our line, standing in front of a stone-faced Scarlette.
The knife welder spoke to Scarlett in a snarky, unforgiving tone of voice.
“Hand over your purse, miss.”
She reluctantly obeyed, holding it out. Shaking just a bit.
Meanwhile, the thug doing all the talking had snapped his switch knife shut with a flick of his wrist, and then ripped the purse from Scarlette’s fingers.
My eyes were on my brother who was squirming in rage. But he smartly obeyed and stayed put.
I then turned my head snd watched with Kathleen at my side, as Scarlette’s purse, now opened by the thug, was held being held out and filled piece by piece with the jewellery she was removing from her wilting person.
Actually as I had looked over at my companions, I just saw Scarlett handing over her rings, she had that quickly already removed her necklace snd earrings.
The purse holder even complimented her on her quick compliance, as he snapped her purse shut and handed it to his companion to Pocket.
Looking Scarlette in the eyes before turning his attention on Kathleen, the rogue said in his snarky tone...
“Well played lady. Now youse two pretty ladies best follow suit!”
They then approached Kathleen who was looking at them sheepishly.
Her whole figure trembling as she handed over her purse and began to copy cat Scarlette’s routine.
They whistled in satisfactory unison as she began to undo her obscenely glittery diamond choker.
This rather pissed Kathleen off, and she showed it as she threw the necklace inside her purse.
“Take it, easy lady, the boss doesn’t like it when dames show emotions...” the purse holder clicked at Kathleen
she sternly looked at the purse holder while tugging off each of her earrings and emotionally placed them down inside her purloined purse.
She did the same with each of her dazzling twin bracelets and then finally her brace of rings as she tugged them off. Stepping back as the last ring was thrown inside
The man holding the pistol pointed it closer to Kathleen.
The thug holding her purse took the cue and snarled eagerly his, voice dripping with anticipation...
“Let’s not forget your hairpiece miss. Unless you want me to take it off you!
Kathleen, who had honestly forgotten, shook her head no, then reached up and with anger induced fumbling of her fingers, managed to undo the diamond piece holding up her silky hair, and unhappily added it to the poke.
“That’s a good Lass!”
The man said as he snapped close her purse.
Then they both looked at me, already smirking over what they had collected from the other two.
Happily, they said to me with menacing smirks...”
“Okay now blue jay, your turn for the plucking!”
I could feel my lips quivering as he beckoned for me to hand over my purse.
With a scared Docility, I limply handed it overseeing it shimmering in his evil-looking black-gloved hands, he opened it up.
“Quickly luv .” The one holding my purse said in a softer tone.
I obediently reached behind my neck and unclasped my necklace. then lowered the ends of glittery diamond-encrusted thing sadly into my purse.
My earrings( sorry, Mildred’s borrowed earrings )were next and they pulled off easily from my now sweat glistening earlobes.
I held up my wrist, and as they whistled in applause at its sparkling show, located the clasp, unsnapped my bracelet, and let it sadly drop down on top of the already glistening pile inside.
I was becoming very nervous as they watched me with their hungry eyes.
I pulled off both rings as he eagerly watched and plopped them inside. The hairpiece also miss, then it will be all over
I obediently reached up behind my head and worked the diamond-encrusted headband Lose... Feeling my now loosened silky hair fall swishing down over my shoulders.
I shivered, happy for the warm mink wrap I was still wearing.
As my purse was pocketed, the pair were now looking back at their still stationary boss.
Speaking of summer rain, there was plenty of it all over the Midwest on 20 August 1990, and Hollywood IL got its share as veteran BN E9A No. 9913 rolled along unfazed with an Aurora bound commuter train.
Came home to a newly stetched Roth
"Speak Memory"
S. Roth 2014 84 x 81.5"
large acrylic skin and acrylic on canvas on canvas collage
© All rights reserved. A low-res, flatbed scan of a 6x7 (2 1/4 x 2 3/4 inch) transparency
I tried the ESP but they didn't return my telepathic message.
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Proceeds of Speak Your Silence Event SL will go to RAINN.
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What is RAINN (Rape Abuse & Incest National Network)?
RAINN’s founder and CEO, Scott Berkowitz, leads a talented team of experts from the fields of victim services, communications, technology, and public policy. Together with the board of directors, they’ve helped RAINN become the nation’s largest anti-sexual violence organization.
RAINN'S MISSION
RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network) is the nation's largest anti-sexual violence organization. RAINN created and operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline (800.656.HOPE, online.rainn.org y rainn.org/es) in partnership with more than 1,000 local sexual assault service providers across the country and operates the DoD Safe Helpline for the Department of Defense. RAINN also carries out programs to prevent sexual violence, help survivors, and ensure that perpetrators are brought to justice.
but leave immediately after :-) Slovenian proverb
HDT!! HGGT!!
dragonfly, eastern pondhawk, tryon palace gardens, new bern, north carolina
This is what I found out from the signs around the ruins and information in the visitor center:
Before the first Europeans set foot on the New World, the ancient pueblo people of the Hohokam period were irrigating the land for farming, trading with others, and building this four-story high dwelling. The dwelling was called Casa Grande by the first Spanish explorers who saw it Casa Grande means big house. The natives abandoned their millennia-old community around 1450 A.D.
There is a way that nature speaks, land speaks. Most of the time we simply are not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story. ~ Unknown
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"Speak softly, but carry a big stick. You will go far."
It's a phrase coined by Theodore Roosevelt, although it is possibly a proverb from South Africa. Roosevelt described his style of foreign policy as "the exercise of intelligent forethought and of decisive action sufficiently far in advance of any likely crisis."
I was going to put up a bit about how this relates the ongoing currency war, but I decided to be uncharacteristically soft spoken, instead.
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I've always found portrait orientation to be difficult. Our monitors all tend to be wide-screen, and that makes sense, as that's how our eyes are conditioned to view the world. I've never heard of a "tall screen" monitor, after all. [Note: I have since been informed by Dave Wilson that they are available!] Perhaps that's why scroll bars were invented.
For a larger view (and more scrolling), visit this image in the Waterscapes gallery.
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HDR from five exposures at 1EV steps. Photomatix Pro 4, Shadowmapping, and NIK Color Efex Pro filters.
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