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This Little Owl olwet is teetering on the edge of the gate post trying to make up its mind if it will fly off or just drop down onto the gate,in the end it dropped down onto the grass instead.
Millbrook Plantation, 1858.
These doors once opened to a second floor balcony which has now collapsed.
We had our share of overcast days on the island; this was one moment when the scene was lit by soft golden sunlight.
To take advantage of the situation I briefly tried stalking this Spotted Sandpiper up and down the beach. That was a hopeless cause, with the bird simply fleeing out of camera range in front of me.
Sitting patiently among the fallen trees that line the east side of Fish Point proved a much better approach. When I remained still, the sandpiper walked right up to me.
Turkey Vultures overhead trying to find the ham they smell put out for the fox who sometimes visits our backyard for water.
2023.07.23; THe Solstice condos are built from scratch. The base is designed so a part of the 145m structure is on stilts. Its quite effective.
I had just been talking with Houda about the fantastic effect that blurry foreground objects can have in a photo, when I spotted this beautiful rustic door. I do like that teetering brick though. Fez, Morocco
Turkey Vultures overhead trying to find the ham they smell put out for the fox who sometimes visits our backyard for water.
About fifteen years ago there was a lady that drove a tricycle around the vicinity of my neighbourhood. The tricycle was laden with mounds of green garbage bags that teetered precariously threatening to topple over. She never bothered anyone and went about her business like an invisible phantom. She was a perplexing character. Then one day she just disappeared. Like the shadow that she was she came to my mind often.
One day my husband and I were walking the three Schnauzers down in the ravine. I spied the resting place of a large skeletal carcass - probably that of a coyote. I lifted it, much to the protests of my husband, and gently tucked it away behind a clump of bushes.
Out of sight, but not out of my mind. I knew a day would come that it would help to weave a tale.
That day did come - very soon. My ten year old nephew was excited to come for a sleep over. He knew when visiting Auntie there was always an adventure waiting for him. I loved my nieces and nephews and always thought of something memorable I could concoct along with them and my own children. Buried treasures, capturing frogs, ghosts stories by the bonfire, or taking a golf cart for a little spin somewhere Grandpa had strictly forbidden - I was known for my adventures.
“Who wants to get a reward from the police?”
That got their attention.
“But first I have to tell you something.”
My nephew, my son and my daughter sat in anticipation as I began to spin my story.
“Once upon a time and not so very long ago there was a lady that rode a tricycle.”
My kids knew who I was referencing. I continued.
“People say she turns into a wolf at night. They said that they hear howling. No one really knows what it is. Now she has disappeared. The police are offering a reward if someone can find out what happened.”
It was a few hours to sunset. I asked my captivated audience if they would like to go and see if we could see anything in the ravine. All hands shot up.
We took our bikes and made our way down into the heavily musk scented ravine. A glorious summer night! We dropped the bikes and began searching for clues. There were none - except for the one that was secretly hidden behind the bush. After a few minutes I walked over to the bushes and mustered up as much astonishment as I could plausibly get away with.
“What is this?”
All three kids stood there as I rummaged behind the bush to bring out the intact skeleton.
There was only a few seconds of processed silence but it was cut short by the piercing high pitched scream of my nephew as he ran to his bike with extraordinary, superhuman speed and hightailed it back to our house. We could not catch up to him.
He never came for a sleepover again…
Handbag ready, in a short black dress with pantyhose and very high heels. Should I really go out in these heels? What do you think?
RFP
Museum of Ethnography
Museum of Ethnography in Toruń is one of the three largest and independent ethnographic museums in Poland. It was established in 1958 as a result of becoming independent the ethnography section of the District Museum after the initiative of the foundress - prof. Znamierowska-Pruefferowa.
The items gathered since 1946 include the whole of folk culture (customs, rituals, household appliances and farm architecture) of northern Poland and of whole Poland in the matter of fishery.
Featured:
Onesie: {Slide} Lynx Romper @ The Cove
Hair: *yumyum*B14
Face Stickers: Ouchie. Strawberry Stickies
Socks: {Seams Legit} Easter Socks - Past Hunt Reward
Extras:
Blanket: Hello Bebe - Comfort Blanket Polar
Sippy Cup: {SMK} Sippy Cup - Raccoon
Two more posts from Dead Horse Point, Utah. How Long before that rock slides down the canyon? On the other hand, how long do you suppose its been there?
It is apparent from this angle that erosion is making this balancing act a bit precarious. At some time the stem will get so thin it will no longer be able to support the cap rock and it's likely that a storm will topple it.
I wonder how long this rock has been teetering like this.......and when it will finally fall. Seen in Arches National Park, Utah.