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Ordinarily I'm pretty good at photographing wildlife without spooking it, but I had my dog with me, and these little moose were having none of it.
August 21, 2016
Slake:
[sleyk]
verb (used with object)
1. to allay (thirst, desire, wrath, etc.) by satisfying.
2. to cool or refresh:
He slaked his lips with ice.
3. to make less active, vigorous, intense, etc.:
His calm manner slaked their enthusiasm.
4. to cause disintegration of (lime) by treatment with water.
5. Obsolete. to make loose or less tense; slacken.
verb (used without object)
6. (of lime) to become slaked.
7. Archaic. to become less active, intense, vigorous, etc.; abate.
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Full disclosure time, I know there's measurements in the recipe below, but I didn't use them. Today was a day for saving on dishes and improvising, so I used all the ingredients but just eyeballed the amount.
It worked out; the kids and Sylvia devoured these as soon as I was done shooting and they all seemed to enjoy the treat and came back for more, so this one is a winner on a hot summer day!
Recipe:
Ingredients:
- 6 Cups of raspberries (I used frozen raspberries)
- 2 cups of raspberry sorbet, softened
- 1 tablespoon of finely grated lime zest, plus more for garnish, if you'd like
- 1/4 cup of fresh lime juice (3 or 4 limes)
- 1 cup vanilla ice cream, softened
Directions:
01. Mix 5 cups of raspberries, the sorbet, lime zest, and lime juice into a blender. Use a spatula to push down the ingredients. Pulse a few times, then puree until very smooth.
02. Add ice cream and puree, stopping and stirring with spatula as needed.
03. Stir in 1 cup raspberries. (I skipped this and just threw all my raspberries in at once)
04. Pour mixture into glasses. Garnish if you'd like and serve immediately.
Hope everyone is having a very Sweet Sunday.
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The skateboard parts: The Tensor truck and Mini Logo wheels.
The MacroMondays 18/06/18 theme: "Transportation".
whilst taping up my living room windows to start decorating, i decided to use the paper to write some irregular portuguese verbs on so i could get familiar with them. they're not easy as they obviosly defy the rules of the patterns i've become familiar with so i have to learn them parrot fashion. i thought it would be a good way to add practice whilst i'm decorating the front room
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This geometric abstract comes from a very mundane setting: the Glendale Galleria. I snapped a photo looking down the length of the shopping center's ceiling, which has a series of staggered arches. I cloned out a few ceiling lights and color-shifted the image to achieve this pale blue-lilac hue.
[There are 11 photos in this set on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Raleigh, North Carolina.] This is a creative commons image, which you may freely use by linking to this page. Please respect the photographer and his work.
One of the pleasures of sculpture in the round is being able to view it from many angles. I narrowed the photos to ten, more than normal. These are black and white as a consequence of my inexperience. The light just wasn’t right for the bronze; or, if it was, I didn’t know what to do.
This group of bronze figures, dedicated on Memorial Day, May 23, 1987, is located in Capitol Square, North Carolina. This Vietnam Veterans Memorial is called “After the Firefight” and depicts three soldiers, one wounded who is being carried by his buddies to safety. Holding weapons, two soldiers warily move with eyes focused ahead and in the air. The third soldier is cradled by the rear soldier as the front one grasps the cloth of the wounded man’s pants leg. The sculptor Abbe Godwin is from Colfax, North Carolina. She was able to sculpt this with equipment borrowed from veterans; the details of the three figures are quite amazing—canteen, knife, grenade, knife, bandaged leg, shoes, guns. The facial expressions show the intensity of emotions of soldiers in a tense situation.
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Gratitude is the enemy of fear. Laughter is the balm when news get tense. Beauty feeds the soul. Read about my top 10 silver linings as we move into week 3 of our confinement. charlottegibbblog.com/a-new-way-of-being-sheltering-in-pl...
Class50 50017 Royal Oak heads away from Colwall towards Hereford on 12-6-88
The working is the 1B31 1345 London Paddington to Hereford service.
The black and white half timbered house appeared in GWR publicity material. In 1988 it still appeared to be lived in. Today it still stands and is within the grounds of a school and unoccupied. The view has gone as well and is now just an avenue of trees. Sad really!
35mm negative processed by myself and taken with an Olympus OM1.
Ref: img20260618_17271307
A small herd of roe deer lingered in the mist. Hunting was taking place nearby, making the animals tense and watchful. December 2025, Dankowice near the Beskidy Mountains, Poland
earnest but tense desire, a keen anxiety to succeed.
(this is not the first time I post pictures of these chairs, I just thought it was appropriate for what is going on in my life, right now)
... of the final content of the "Paris-Agreement" as a result of the 2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference in Paris.
Will it really be more than words on a piece of paper ... ?
Striped trio of Plains Zebras / Steppenzebras (Equus quagga)
Tarangire N.P., Tanzania, Africa
The legend of the lake is very interesting and romantic. A Prince, Saif ul Malook fell in love with a fairy princess, Badr-ul-Jamal, whom he saw in his dreams. The prince was restless until a Dervish (holy man) told him where to find her (i.e. by the lake) and that he had to go through a tough exam to be able to marry the fairy because the prince was a human and she was a fairy. Thus the prince marched on his quest for the impossible in the name of love. He waited by the lake where there was no habitation, (there still isn't), no food, nothing. His long wait of 12 years, finally reaped harvest and one good morning he saw the fairy come to bathe with her maids and friends in the lake. The prince hid her wings as advised by the holy man. The fairy was very tense at not finding her wings. Eventually the prince appeared and told her about his tale of love and long wait, which moved the fairy and they agreed to marry. But there is always a villain. So a Deuo Safaid (the white giant) who was himself in love with the fairy got jealous and furious. In rage the giant cried and thus tear lake (ansoo jheel, approx. 2 miles away ) was formed. The giant stepped angrily, the dam broke and the outlet to the lake Saif-ul-Mulook was formed. The prince and the fairy princess fled away in a cave (which still exists and its length is unknown to this day). The legend says that both the prince and the fairy live in the centre of the lake saifulmulook, and on every full moon night they emerge mounted on a white flying horse, the pagasus, from the centre of the lake. The depth of the lake has not been measured to this day,the last effort they say was made in late 90s but the measuring chain weighing 5 tons went down and vanished and the mystery of the lake dares us!
Imagine not having a computer. This is OLD. It was given to me in 1965 by the maker, who was studying to be an engineer at the time. It looks better here than in real life. Brighter, more distinct--highlighting how intricate and painstakingly crafted this is.
LEGAL DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Condone Any Acts Of Vandalism Nor Do I Participate In Such Criminal Activity. I Am Simply An Observant and Take Photos Of This Graffiti You Have Come Across. ALSO I Will Not Condone Any Usage Of My Photos To Support Any Legal Matter Involving These Acts Of Vandalism Therefore YOU ARE NOT WELCOME TO VIEW OR TAKE THIS MATERIAL For ANY Purpose...
Words of yesterday ...
Michael Figdor
And the book is on the table and the phone is in the corner of the room.
Michael asked me if the glass was half full ...
Yes, my glass is empty
as the thoughts that ran out of my mind,
The sun that burned my skin
amplified the echo
of the white wine pouring down on my moments of solitude.
Am I alone, or is the world getting to be half empty?
Is it a game and who is it to blame?
God is mad ...
And I stayed there, staring at the phone,
not reading, surfing, drinking,
just empty,
as the thoughts that I had and I couldn't catch as it was burglarized by my brain,
and as hot as the Phoenician Sun, I felt no pain.
Everything seems to be empty
I hear half truth and I drink half glasses full of lies,
I don't know what to believe anymore
Is everything full, empty or just diluted?
I think outside of the box
some kids will get chicken pox, adults are scared to death...
I make no sense, it doesn't make any sense.
I'm leaving in the past tense,
or just tense, with uninterrupted news, metrics, analytics, craziness, graphs, and the weather report.
And the glass seats half full, because the other half evaporated like thin smoke, I think Michael that it just got polluted or diluted and while I can,
let me go collect my brain, scarred on the sidewalk, I cannot think straight today.
Maybe I drank to much water.
Is it full or half full or half empty?
I don't know.
Maybe I'll know tomorrow.
MTN 06/25/2020
To Michael Figdor