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Used MotionCam on the ZTE Axon 30 Ultra to create CinemaDNG footage.
This footage is in 10 bit and was later processed in DaVinci Resolve to optimize the dynamic range in the video.
The range for postprocessing is incredible considering that the capture device is just a smartphone.
MotionCam produces a huge amount of data so only smartphones with a very strong CPU and fast memory can handle the resulting data stream.
Not that stuttering on Youtube like here:
The original H.265 (HEVC) clip:
The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.
Colorblind by Counting Crows: This Desert Life
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
Taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine
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I have always loved this Counting Crows song---just everything about it really.
When I am driving around for work and listening to CC, I often visualize how to illustrate the lyrics with images. I have had this one in mind for a long time but , I guess I have been too lazy to take the images myself. I don't like coffee! So, I am grateful that I was able to find these wonderful and illustrative images right here on flickr. thank you!
1. black coffee, 2. balance
chụp hôm 31 Dec 2010 rồi cơ . mà hôm nay buồn quá . chả có gì làm nên vừa ngồi xem lại Sắc đẹp ngàn cân vừa ngồi lục máy , kiếm ra được 2 tấm này . không đẹp . nhưng vì hết hình rồi nên up đỡ cái này =D .
♥ 08.02.2011 ♥
Mọi chuyện sẽ tiếp tục như thế nào đây ?
There's a whole lotta things that i will forgive
But i just cant take a liar .
Anthem for Doomed Youth
by Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle ?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them ; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, ―
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells ;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all ?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall ;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds
Location: Primitive Design-The Bunker
Pose: Niqotine
Gun: C-Tech Redemption mk 4.3
The body stutters
Like a street dancer.
For a love of creativity
Into a sea of uncertainty,
Find the rhymes that combine
With what lies inside the mind,
That you unearth with delight,
The mind quakes for a taste
Of the cake,
that is blessed with greatness.
"Feeling Uncertain of the Curtains" by Marco Buschini
(Special thank you to my super amazing friend, Morgan, for the uber cool dance togs, for inviting me to have so much fun while I pull a hamstring, but mostly for the friendship!)
Pop over to Morgan's feed and watch us work on our moves!
Who won this round? For once, I didn't trip over my feet! (giggles)
Morgan
www.flickr.com/photos/morganwhitfield/46826092752/in/date...
you know that's the motto
Drop a few bills then pop a few champagne bottles
Throwin' that money like you just won the lotto
We been up all damn summer makin' that bread and butter
Tell me, did I just stutter?
Hair: DOUX - Luca @TMD
Phone: hive // out and about
Jacket: Mimikri - Boyfriend Blazer
It was one of those nights where the music hummed just right, and the air felt thick with the possibility of something new. He saw her across the bar—not in the dramatic, slow-motion way movies might show, but in a quiet, undeniable instant. Her laughter caught his attention first, then the way her eyes sparkled when she tilted her head to listen.
She noticed him too—leaning casually against the counter, a little out of place in the crowd, like he hadn’t planned to be there long. But the moment their eyes met, time stuttered. It wasn’t loud, not a thunderclap or a shock. It was a soft, electric pull. Something ancient and familiar, like they’d just remembered each other in a place they’d never been.
Love at first sight, people say, is a myth. But there, in the warm haze of a crowded bar, with hearts not looking but somehow ready, two souls recognized something neither of them had words for yet.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVN1aEFBcxw
Don't Leave, I Think I Love You · Toby Keith
Bears aren’t the only animals to see in Orr, Minnesota. On a quiet afternoon, my attention was drawn to the unmistakable stuttering drum of the yellow-bellied sapsucker. Yellow-bellied sapsuckers are the only sapsucker in the eastern portions of the United States, making them simple to identify once you note the difference between the regular rhythmic drumming of other woodpeckers and the staccato drumming of this bird. They earned their name from their peculiar characteristic of pecking holes just deep enough into the trees to cause sap to drip. They then lap up the sap and any entrapped insects. It’s a beautiful bird with a beat all its own. #YellowBelliedSapsucker
No lovely singing at the moment though…
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Song_Sparrow/overview
A rich, russet-and-gray bird with bold streaks down its white chest, the Song Sparrow is one of the most familiar North American sparrows. Don’t let the bewildering variety of regional differences this bird shows across North America deter you: it’s one of the first species you should suspect if you see a streaky sparrow in an open, shrubby, or wet area. If it perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song, so much the better.
The Song Sparrow, like most other North American breeding birds, uses increasing day length as a cue for when to come into breeding condition. But, other cues can be important too, such as local temperature and food abundance.
A few days before Christmas I met up with my brother at Monyash (with No. 1 son in tow) for a walk in Lathkill Dale. Forecast wasn't wonderful (it was cold and frosty and this was as much sun as we saw all day) but we'd been planning a walk for a while and were concerned. that another Covid lockdown could scupper a visit over the Christmas period. A 13 mile walk was good for the soul, as was finding a tea shop open in Youlgreave
On the whole 2021 hasn't been wonderful and the future looks uncertain. My father passed away a few months ago and my job is stuttering along. I'm not ready yet for retirement and would rather live a 100 miles further north when it happens. Until then I'll have to keep my close allegiance to the M1 for the journey north. At least the Peak District will be there, even if it's not sunny
March 27, 2025, Rondeau Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada.
Song sparrows have been regular visitors to the yard for the last 2-3 weeks.
This one took the opportunity to have a bath.
Melospiza melodiat
It perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song.
It's Penguin awareness day today 20/01/21 so why not p-pick, p-pick up a penguin. I remember this tv advertisement as a child which was on daily when I was young and it has always stuck in my head, the jingle was very catchy p-pick, p-pick up a penguin in a stutter. I can't see a penguin biscuit now without this jingle going around in my head. When I realised it was penguin awareness day today I remembered I had a picture of Asha holding a plush penguin in Ward Park, Bangor. I thought I'd add a few other penguins to the picture to mark penguin awareness day...
Stunning warm light falls upon the infamous Quindalup boat ramp right near Dunsborough on a particularly chilly Autumn morning.
Having arrived suitably early in order to scope out compositions it wasn't long until I realised the warm hiking boots had to go - I needed to be in the water. And so with my pants rolled up way, way too high, I waded in and started the careful "dance-of-the-tripod" in search of that perfect composition.
My dance was interrupted as the bright headlights of a car illuminated the jetty, just as I moved into the final stages of the dance - "shutter-stutter". Silly me - I'd failed to realise just how popular this boat ramp was with the local boaties wanting to get out into Geographe Bay. That first car was just the first of many more to arrive and launch.
So, with no shot and the sunrise light gaining awesomeness, I found myself backing out of the water, standing around on sand that was so damn frigidly cold you'd think it were ice. Who would’ve thought the water would be a more comfortable place :) Luckily I was able to work around all the movements and had *just* the perfect amount of time to wade in and out, over and over again (much to the happiness of my frozen feet), until I was able capture this little beauty. Worth the effort for sure!
Cheers, Bernie.
Nikon D800e
Sigma AF 50mm f1.4 DG HSM Art
4 vertical shots stitched in PTGui and then refined meticulously (and painfully) by hand :)
Updated (on 11 May 2016) news on the massive Fort McMurray area wildfire.
www.theweathernetwork.com/news/articles/weather-factoring...
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I am amazed that this photo came out like it did, as this female Great Horned Owl and one of her two fledglings were so high up in a tree and the light was fading. The original photo was very dark, but some brightening revealed this view of Mom feeding her hungry young one. Things seem to have happened so fast this spring and I missed seeing the two owlets balancing on the rim of the nesting tree. Also, I have been so busy that I think I've only been over to see the youngsters on three separate occasions. Looking on the more important side, this has meant one less person intruding on their area, of course.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
Costa Rica. Tarcoles River
'Grandma, what big teeth you’ve got!’ stuttered Little Red Riding Hood, taking another step back...
I wish I could say the robin wept for me alone
from his perch, but he sang for the whole
neighborhood, as twilight fell on his Addio L'Amore
for some fickle Violetta gone nest hopping, a lament
so rending each trill seemed to shatter
his glass heart and the baritones in the pond fell silent,
and whatever jubilation normally erupts never did,
not while the robin grieved and the sky filled
with pinpricks of light. I wish I could have stroked
his chest, his twin, stuttering lungs, and consoled all
who listened on our stumps and lonely boles,
remembering our own farewells to love: dark eyes,
sleek feathers, sweet wine of those who peck us blind
and flutter off. So sing, little Rodolfo, sad
Chansonnier, and let us cry with you in sympathy,
and let us cry for our mutual folly, for love which
evaporates, for passion which devours us, for
emptiness, yes, warble a note or two for the pouring
out of ourselves into others, for this dusk which
has turned the woods vermillion, for this town
lighting itself against the night. Your orange flame
flickers, then flies away toward the river and now it is
my turn to sing, then the crickets and locusts
and bats shrieking as they come through the dark.
--Miguel deO
An old preacher will appear just before our last breath
Saying "Whoever believes the word, they shall not taste death"
Still we stutter and we stammer and we fall down on our knees
As desperate a real estate agent at the Salton Sea...
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I'd have to be at the end of my rope to take up residency at the Salton Sea...
I have been spotting a large bird flying around a far-away tree on a different train than the one I usually take. Earlier I had three sightings. I don’t know why I never took that trail to find out if that bird has a nest there. Today I saw it and heard its call. It was evident that it’s a hawk. Once I spotted the source tree from where the call was echoing, I become disappointed. I could see the hawk, but it was sitting on a high branch of a tall tree against the background of the bright sky. Several branches were blocking the view. I waited for a long time for the hawk to make a move. Finally, I gave up and decided to find a better angle to avoid as many branches as I could. It is a red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis). I was hoping the noise of stutter might startle or annoy the hawk and make it shift its position. Apparently, the hawk didn’t care about a random human pointing something towards it. Once I reviewed the image on the screen, I saw the death stare. Who knows! Maybe the hawk was thinking of trying a different cuisine today!
(Pic title is another reference to Stutter Rap by Morris Minor and the Majors)
A cheeky lingerie shoot I did in my lovely bedroom on a lazy Bank Holiday afternoon.
Which Way Home? -
Getting lost is easy. Getting out is hard. On the less beaten path, it’s my fault for not tying yellow ribbons around trees. Four computers can fail in the same way simultaneously; imagine legs two of a kind synchronizing at sea. My faltering feet points north but my unsure mind deviates to the south. Each is telling me to make different choices. If only there are no forks in the unmarked track. If only they make one brand of toothpaste.
Until at last! My decision seems made on a U-turn, but a strange glimpse hooded by shrubs pulled me back. Oh look! It’s a lithe spider who stitched himself on the bottom of leaves. Beauty, always seem to show when you take notice. Endowed with the sweet color of sour lemon, his pointy butt stood out with uniqueness unparalleled. How could something so tiny and unimportant be so appealing? Like how a Himalayan vulture takes a morbid interest on the corpse of a zebra, the task of averting my gaze proves too mighty. The pastel spider remained still… despite being eyed all over.
After a mere hesitation or two, I decided to cough up the urgent question. It hurts to ask a spider for help but in this case, pride will have to step to the side.
“Hi, I’ve lost myself in the garden of Eden,” the words tumble out from my lips straight upon the static being.
I spoke the next statement with a stuttering voice, “Could you point me in the right direction of the Eastern exit?”
As if not comprehending, the unmoving spider said nothing. Did he not want to talk to me? The awkward silence made me feel foolish. Perhaps too many lost soles barge into his realm so he’s sick of being a compass. What happened next was totally beyond imagination. The spider facing me began to swivel laterally and after that crane his ducky tail slowly skywards, halting at exactly 43 degree angle.
“That way,” his indicating tail fingered the North-west direction.
Looking on in plain bewilderment, my vision blurs as sweat filled up my eyes. A rush of emotion came out of nowhere. I gulped the lump in my throat and muttered a feeble thank. Where the arrow points, I follow.
Some spiders, no matter how beautiful, just say hi and take their leave. This one is the unforgettable type. His unspoken communication made an impact on my life. We have to be lost to eventually find where we belong. I wouldn’t understand if not for this spider. The carefree forest where one can fall asleep anywhere is truly where I fit and feel right.
The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.
Model: Saturn Rose
Assistant: Branden Green
Synonyms:peace, quiet; lack of difficulty
I've spent most of my life feeling horribly shy and awkward (embarrassingly, I stuttered just trying to order pizza a month ago), but at 32, I think I'm finally coming to peace with who I am and who I want to be. I am shy. I am awkward. I'm clumsy, too. But when I smile, my children smile. When I'm gone, my family notices and wants me home. I've loved the same man for over 14 years, and I'm good at it; and amazingly, he's found something he loves in me, too. I like to make things, and I have an endless thirst to learn more about my interests.
So overall, I've come to realize, that I don't think I'm actually too bad. It makes me think of a keychain my MIL used to have hanging in her dining room. It said, "Everyday I'm feeling more and more like myself." And I kind of think that's a good thing. <3
The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America
Prompt: Create a digital fine art of a realistic painting of a Spotted Sandpiper in natural environment, in the style of John James Audubon and Robert Bateman-inspired, highly detailed, vertical aspect ratio, full view, no logo, no text, no writing, no signature, no watermark, no border, no people, no frame
This digital fine art was created using Google Flow AI and Photoshop
Dancing and puffing for his mate.
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A grouse of open grassland, the Greater Prairie-Chicken is known for its mating dance. Males display together in a communal lek, where they raise ear-like feathers above their heads, inflate orange sacs on the sides of their throats, and stutter-step around while making a deep hooting moan.
This one is probably my favourite, because of the iconic red Hong Kong taxi going past. Growing up, they were diesel powered cars, but because of pollution issues in the former British colony, all cabs in Hong Kong now are LPG - they're silent now.
It was a 2 lane road going right to left, and this taxi was in the near lane, and was going to make a turn at the light, so it was slowing down.
Behind it, the bus was past the light and continuing full speed, and the stuttering effect with the light trail is the 10 fps refresh rate of the orange display board showing which route the bus runs.
(continued)
But
Now That I'm In Your Shadow
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qUcdtclqek
Lyrics：
I would rather hide behind you
Or stand in your eclipse
The sun does not move me like it used to...
Neither do you
And Greenland I am with you...
I was once unwanted.
In the front seats all with strangers
I too was Earths ceiling.
I lost all feeling.
And now I'm in you shadow
I am motionless
I am black
I'll be a crash landing who can change
The landscape talking
And when I begin to stutter
The land will be shaking
God will be clapping
NOTE to anyone who belongs to the ipernity website (includes me): ipernity will be closing in January 2017. A great shame, but also frustrating. I have all 12,644 of my images and descriptions on ipernity - exactly the same as on Flickr. Panoramio, too, has closed down, so there are a lot of people out there who will be looking for a new place to call home. No idea where we are supposed to move to now, if anywhere. Does anyone have any ideas for good sites? I seem to read complaints about them all! Hope Flickr keeps going and going and going ..... I still reckon it's the best, despite its faults.
www.ipernity.com/blog/team/4642052
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This photo of a Great Horned Owlet, from my archives, was taken on 6 May 2016. The photo quality is poor, but I thought it was just too cute to delete.
Unfortunately, I had half a dozen errands to run before allowing myself to go out with my camera that day, so I didn't get to the park till part way through the evening, and the light was already beginning to quickly fade. This beautiful owlet had been on the ground for a while before I arrived. There were a few people there and more came and went. However, I later heard that the owlet had been able to claw and flap its way up one of the trees and was safely out of reach of most predators. Meanwhile, the other fledgling had been very high up in a different tree, along with Mom.
I'm glad I did call in at this location when I did, as this beautiful little owl gave us a few chances for photos when it was up on a log or down on the ground, partly hidden by the plants and bushes. I don't know how it ended up on the ground, but obviously it fell from somewhere or misjudged flying distance when it finally left the nesting tree. An interesting world for it to explore, though it wasn't very steady on its feet yet : )
Things seem to have happened so fast this spring and I missed seeing the two owlets balancing on the rim of the nesting tree, exercising their wings before fledging. Also, I have been so busy that I've only been over to see the youngsters a handful of times. Looking on the more important side, this has meant one less person intruding on their area, of course, though I have to say that these owls are remarkably tolerant of humans. If a Canada Goose, on the other hand, should get anywhere near the nest or the little ones, Mom or Dad flies in for an immediate attack.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
Wisconsin in the background. While not technically a bench, HBM anyway.
This video gets me every time. Listen to Ike forget the words and stutter at :45. He was on something I'm sure.
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter-shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
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Herman's Pond, Rancho San Rafael, Reno, Washoe Co, Nevada (June 15th, 2018). 38b. Large county park in NW Reno.
Male, engaging in the comical swollen-neck, tail-up bubbling/stuttering courtship display. The display is a quite striking one, involving beating the water into foam with the bill to the accompaniment of staccato popping noises and often ending with short dashes (4-5 ft long) across the surface of the water.
More shots of the bubbling display--
www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/35185735265/in/album-721576818...
www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/39828318910/in/album-721576818...
More Ruddy Duck photos--
The most exciting news for SHADES FANS came when PINKUS announced the band would be making their previously scheduled shows for the rest of the year starting in mid September through the end of November, and then he dropped the biggest surprise of all!!!
It's sure to be an exciting finish to this decade and an exciting beginning of the next one, because for an unprecedented SEVEN STRAIGHT NIGHTS starting Christmas Eve right through to New Year's Eve, FIFTY SHADES OF PINK will be performing at THE TOKYO DOME!!!!
Furthermore, they will be recording all seven nights as the source of a double live album to be released next summer!!! Not enough? Well how about this, the band will play each night an INCREDIBLE FOUR HOURS, they will play every song from their first three albums, yes you heard me right and there's more, also every night the band will be debuting and playing the nine NEW SONGS to be featured on their upcoming fourth studio album!! Which Pinkus also casually mentioned is scheduled for release next Valentines Day!
Pinkus would not share any song titles or the name of the upcoming studio album, he said no one will hear one word about them until December 25th in the Tokyo Dome! It's gonna seem like forever until Christmas, but it's just three months away. Steve, I know that's Santa's night, but it's gonna be real tough for him to give presents that can outshine the presents that Pinkus gave everyone here today, heck he might just give up,.... if he is seen in Tokyo on Christmas Eve this year you can bet he will be wearing PINK!!! Just remember tickets go on sale this Monday at 8am and it's expected that as early as Tuesday evening all seven shows will be sold out. December Twenty-Fifth thru December 31, 2060 is going to be music history folks.
That's all for now, this is Brandon Kobayashi, your KTLA Asian Correspondent reporting live from Tokyo and it's no secret I am also a member of ONE PINK NATION and I can't wait for Christmas! Goodnight everyone.
******This Tokyo Report sponsored in part tonight by Pinkus' hand selected team of award winning stylists....
Halo, Choker and Glasses by CURELESS, Hair by DURA, Jacket by GABRIEL, Headress by CONTRAPTION, Horns by TENTACIO, Tattoo by NEFEKALUM, skin by HUMAN GLITCH, Ears by CERBERUS XING, Collar and Boots by ASTEROID BOX, Glove by HARO, Mask by BAMSE, Leggings by VISION(what? did I stutter, that's right he's wearing women's leggings just like his dear old Daddy used to), Guitar by VERSOV, Head by LELUTKA, Body by SIGNATURE, demented Brain and Twisted Back Story and Plot by this guy right here.
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr.Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
You the type to get some money, go spend it on some boots
Save just enough for some douche for your cooch'
It ain't about money, you ain't speakin' my lang'
Cuttin' any bitch off if she enter my lane
And it really ain't a thang, when I bang, I bang
And my goons swing by like orangutans
Fuck wrong with you? I am the Don-dada
I show you how to do it, like I'm your mo-mother
You can't beat me, so don't do-don't bother
You soft like butter,and no, I don't stutter
"But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here..."
Yes, they are.... right here.
My day off....
My "To Do" list is pages and pages long. I never cross anything off it, I only add to the bottom of the list. So when I got up today.... my first thought.... I think I will go back to this location and pull those weeds to the right of the doorway because I might need this location again. Yup... and there you have it... my thought process, my inability to prioritize, and the reason nothing gets crossed off of my to do list (although.... if I add.... "pull the weeds at an abandoned building" to the list... I WILL have something to cross off! OK, works for me!)
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As an update.... my co-worker loved his Clown Birthday card. My favorite part of all of it... when he looked at me... and asked me.... so, tell me how you did this. Where is that clown from? (meaning,,, where did you copy and paste him from).... oh.... THAT'S ME!!... coworker's jaw drops, he stutters.... and finally spits out the words.... "ohhhhh, Torrie.... that just takes that to a whole other level." (I will never forget that look on his face) So.... there you go.... I have achieved a whole new level of craziness (Let's be serious... I probably would have gotten there, eventually, anyway). And the photo.... three weeks later... sits on his desk.... with a sad deflated red balloon hanging from it and a vase full of very dead flowers. And he says he likes it that way.... I'm not exactly sure what his clients must think of HIM at this point...and that kind of takes HIM to a whole other level, too...
...and the saddesr part is that I doubt if I will EVER be able to top this birthday card (but it's not like I won't at least try....afterall... I DO have PRIORITIES!!)
(and on a side note... this clown costume just might be the best $5 I have ever spent... I really love it! Have I just achieved another level?!)
Another catch from the nest. This was taken yesterday, and it really looked like the youngster was itching to get out of the nest. I spent 30 minutes this morning observing the nest, and they were gone. Perhaps they have moved into the woods
“With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics….. Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots….. Great Horned Owls vary in color tone across their range: birds from the Pacific Northwest tend to be dark sooty; individuals across the Southwest are paler and grayer; and birds from subarctic Canada can be almost white.”
Status : Least Concern
Source : Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
Emigrant Lake – Jackson County – Oregon - USA
Yeah they call me Lamborghini
Cause I know just what I'm worth
Z-z-zero to hundred
B-b-body make' em stutter
Start my engine, push the button
Cause I'm gon' be coming first
I just want to let it go for the night, that would be the best therapy for me.
tell me is this for real.. i dont see an exit,
starting to seem a little hectic
my minds going just a mile per second its racing.
trying to find the right words stuttering and pacing.. im hurting you with every word i say..
i dont know what to do .. should i go or stay,
i know whats best,
but im selfish.
An enterprising woodpecker that laps up the leaking sap and any trapped insects with its specialized, brush-tipped tongue. Attired sharply in barred black-and-white, with a red cap and (in males) throat, they sit still on tree trunks for long intervals while feeding. To find one, listen for their loud mewing calls or stuttered drumming. ~ Cornell labs