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Black-tailed Prairie Dog (Cynomys ludovicianus) stretching atop its burrow after first emerging in the morning. Image taken at Cherry Creek State Park in Aurora, Colorado.
Relaxed pride of 2 females and seven cubs that were found in the late afternoon and spent a little time with.
Kwara Camp, Botswana, Nov 2019
Olympus EM-1ii, Leica 50-200mm @ 156mm, F8, 1/400 ISO 800
Waking up to
the light of a new morning.
A fresh sheet of paper,
a bath and a candle
and a cup of tea.
Tired and awake
floating in between
memories and
the unknown days ahead,
greeting them
with a smile
and a flower.
A soft start...
May the new year bring you joy!
* Dylan Thomas
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i woke up this morning around 6 like all the normal teenagers who can't sleep in do, stretched, and saw these light streaks come across my arm from the windows and thought.. hey why not picture time.
and the editing on this could of been sooo much better.. maybe one day when im bored ill re-edit. but im just so tired, and i really want to upload something.
yeeeee
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A quick work with thousands of little irregular triangles...
Somehow the way I feel every morning.... :S
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I drive to the Library Square and park, then walk 2 blocks to the Salt Lake Roasting Company.
Feels good walking in the morning. No, I take that back - feels great since I know this 60something F is going to turn into 90something F in a few hours.
Heavy door offers just the right amount of resistance for me to streech my arms (yes, had to use both, after all it's only 7am), I walk in and coffee is what I become- the smell is so strong there's nothing else to think about but that dark, bitter, warm ambrosia. They are roasting.
I oreder my usual and pick up a bag of beans.
I settle by the window and sip the morning in, all the while clutching the bag to my chest, breathing in the smell that makes functioning in a "morning society" possible. It is not the alarm clock, nor the desire to be a productive member, it is simply coffee that gets me up in the morning; especially some November morning, with 10 inches of snow on the ground and still falling, cold floor tiles, broken windshield wiper, 8 hours of classroom ahead...
Yes, I am very grateful...to my grandmother who introduced me to a sweet late at 6 (I slurped the delicious drink and pretended colored pencils were cigarettes), and thus begun my love affair with coffee.
Today, it is my magic elixir, grand tasks of each day grow down in size when worries about their executions are chased away by a cup or two of warm darkness, all of a sudden world is a much less sinister place than the sharp sound of my alarm clock made it out to be....yes, magic is right.
Thank you, thank you fair traders who grow it, and pickers who pick it, and Roasting Company who buys it and roasts it and makes a mean cup, thank you Kaldi for discovering it (or maybe I should be thanking his goats :), thank you good people who make my days possible...you have done so much good in the world, you are all going straight to heaven.
Yuba waking up in the morning at Naomi's house. At first he is moving around, rather blurrily, then he looks at Naomi, saying "good morning" and then, "where's my food?"
The Lion cubs of Kwara, November 2019
Olympus EM-1ii, Leica 50-200mm, F2.8-4.0 @200mm, F4.0, 1/1000 ISO400
8/23/08 - I'm ready to just fall and wait for someone to help me up. Ever have that falling dream, that's not exactly a dream? You lie in bed with closed eyes and suddenly feel as if you're about to hit the ground and jump. I've never actually seen a visual while having that dream, but it feels just as real. I've been having them a lot lately and each time my skin crawls just a little more. I'm ready to wake up in fragile arms.
I don't have much free time today and so this poor excuse of a photo will have to do. :/ I wanted to look like I was falling without actually having to fall for the picture. I did trip, though!
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"We've tried so hard to understand, but we can't. We held the world out in our hands and you ran away. It takes some time to let you go and it shows. 'Cause all we know is falling, it falls. Remember, cause I know that we won't forget at all." - Paramore.
We crossed the most obscure border crossing I had ever seen as it was getting dark and drove towards Lago di Cavazzo where we spend the night.
Being back in Italy meant that sleeping in our comfy Tesla on the lake side was perfectly fine again, just as long as we paid the parking meter (which was free at night). The parking came with free electricity, (mostly) clean toilets and great Italian cappuccino so we decided to stay a while, recharge the car and recharge ourselves. I love Italy.
Introduction
"Waking Up"|The Lord Is Knocking on the Door—Come and Meet the Lord
Just Awake and About To Wake are preachers of a Christian sect who both sincerely believe in the Lord, and who eagerly yearn for His return. But they have always felt puzzled and confused about how the Lord will knock at the door upon His return, and what they should do to welcome Him. When a sister knocks on her door many times to preach God's gospel of the last days, Just Awake finally awakens to reality through a period of seeking and investigation. After hearing Just Awake's experience, About To Wake also awakens from her confusion, and she comes to know that the Lord came in secret long ago, that He incarnated to express His words, that He uses His words to knock at the door of man's heart and that, by carefully listening to God's voice, the wise virgins are able to welcome the return of the Lord and follow God's footprints!
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A downright macabre postcard originally posted on Ipernity for the Weird Vintage Postcards group: I Dreamt I Was in a Trance.
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I dreamt I was in a trance, my folks thought me dead. They put me in a coffin; they cried and said nice things about me. All night long the old cat, whose kittens I had drowned that morning, sat on my coffin and gloated over my sufferings; she knew I was alive. I was placed in a hearse and in due time arrived at the grave yard. I could hear the mud hit the lid of the coffin and began to choke when I woke up.
Gates ajar. He has went? His chair is vacant.
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Printed on the back: "Bad Dream Series No. 1."
Postmarked twice on Oct. 17, 1910: Once at Middletown, Pa., 7 a.m., and a second time at Manchester, Pa., 9 a.m.
Addressed to: "Mrs. Katie May. Manchester, York Co., Pa."
Handwritten message: "Dear Sister, I wanted to write this [for a] long time but I had no time. We are having two weeks off at the shoe factory. Why didn't you come over? I was at the river. Answer. From Elva, your sis. R.F.D. No. 1."