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A photographer is shooting at a low angle on a guest's cream high heel shoes, from Cartier International Day 2011 (polo)
more about shooting this event, on my blog: blog.jingphotography.co.uk/2011/08/taste-of-paparazzi-car...
More of my hand dyed thread, this time to approximate a "Leafy" green. Fresh picked leaves included in the photo for comparison.
Hand embroidery
Photo from the blog I wrote for the fabulous MrXStitch site. Here is the link to the article: www.mrxstitch.com/fun-new-stitch/
Threading is a traditional beauty treatment for Taiwanese women that removes facial hair and exfoliates the skin.
Jumper-Thrifted-$3.99 ( I think..)
Tights-Target
Earrings-Hand me down from my Aunt (from the 70’s)
Shoes-DSW
She run in the veins of the fallen leaves losing herself between the yellow and red ones grazing the cold breeze with her fingers full of rings and bags .
She slackens but her eyes are already arrived .
In the station she can feel the smell of old memories crammed into small cases and the rustle of lifes crossing their condensed breath . Emma climbs slowly few damp steps and glances the platforms .
She sits crossing her boots and dreams.
She think of the destiny of the boy hanged in the corner with an undone beard and a lined face from the umpteenth last night of bored happiness ... of a mother near the arcade , unable to choose a gift for his never born child ... of an old man crushed on a bench in front of her counting the ladders of his suit .
“ Are you never afraid of not really being there ? “ a man stares her and sketchs on the glass words that melt fast away ; Emma look at him and answers with a ghost of a smile .
“ It’s possible to look through you , there are other windows inside you “ and more words slide away and wet her face . Emma blows silent words in the air and lowers her eyes .
She would follow and tell him a chapter of her life for every station , she would show him all the faces she has known between the first platform and the exit and to list him every speech and every silence she has listened .
She looks away but the window is already faraway .
Emma checks her hat , seizes the bags and starts to walk again along the platform .
Peoples that walk through Emma leave in her some of their essence : a melancholy , a memory , a thread of smiles . Emma picks up and put down them in the bags , still dubious if leaving or staying, as ever .
" Threads " by Mathilde
How to view threads of a process on Linux
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When I was taking out the garbage this afternoon, I noticed a BIG bag filled with thread next to the chute! Of course I had to take it with me! It was full of thread. Well over 100 spools. Mostly Coats & Clarks, and mostly on plastic spools so it can't be too old. I usually buy Gutterman, but I'm not about to turn away free thread!