I Feel Pretty
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Posted:Nov 1, 2012 7:45 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2012 9:18 pm
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Not so much these days, although I do still attempt to put on a presentable face when I go out. But according to some obscure 'fun facts for ' place:
"During the day flamingos preen using their bills and spreading oil from a gland near the base of their tail through their feathers. They spend 15 to 30% of the day preening."
They are also very social within their species, they will not breed unless they are within the confines of their flock....
Let me think:
Spends hours on primping and enjoys having sex in a crowd.....
Now I wonder just what group of humans I could relate this to?
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How I Relate
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Posted:Nov 1, 2012 7:29 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2012 4:53 pm
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No where on earth do I see myself more reflected than in nature. I don't really just love animals because they are cute and cuddly. Although I admit cute and cuddly is a lot easier to watch in its native habitat, which at the moment is the sofa. But thanks to Zoos, Parks, Wildlife Rehab facilities ....etc... we have been given a glimpse of not only amazing looking, but amazingly 'more ordered and sensible in day to day living' creatures. Creatures that in their natural environment would not hesitate to take a chance on making me lunch if given an opportunity.
There are days when I wonder if the capacity for abstract thought and opposable thumbs is all it's cracked up to be.
So I thought I would show you some creatures from the animal kingdom that I have been privileged to spend time watching at a really awesome Zoo in Topeka.
And how I relate? I don't recommend you prod me too hard when I have just woken or when I am tired, sore, or hungry...A Black bear emerging in Spring is in need of two things; nourishment and a bathroom. Not a lot will draw his aggression if he is not bothered in the pursuit of his goals. But do not get between him and accomplishing the goal.
Or in other words...me until about 8:30am.
And study of others leads me to believe I am far from being alone in this behavior.
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What if...
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Posted:Oct 31, 2012 3:46 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2013 7:59 am
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What would you do if you were able to do anything? What would you do if things like money and law and power and class no longer had any meaning, any affect?
What would you do?
I have to go drive. Have a great day folks!
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Going AWOL
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Posted:Oct 30, 2012 3:49 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2012 6:36 pm
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I have to go deal with the DMV today, because my tags expire tomorrow night at midnight. So if I miss your blogs, I will catch up later or tomorrow.
Wish me luck!
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Moonrise
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Posted:Oct 29, 2012 8:34 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2012 6:37 pm
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Last night. It looks like a big paper lantern hung on the tree.
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Luck
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Posted:Oct 29, 2012 8:30 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2012 10:44 pm
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I thought this was pretty cool. A plane in descent happened to fly over as we were sitting out at the chimnea the other night.
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Bad Day of Fishing
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Posted:Oct 29, 2012 8:20 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2012 6:40 pm
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This poor heron was having no luck at all. We watched him for 15 minutes as he waded the edge of the lake. He only made one attempt in all that time, and it escaped him. Watching them dive under to make a catch makes me wonder what it must look like to a fish or a toad that happens to see those crazy yellow eyes breaking through the water, headed straight at them.
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The Watcher
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Posted:Oct 29, 2012 8:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2012 11:50 am
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I think this is a Harris Hawk, but I really can't be sure. He was a good eighth of a mile away on the opposite side of a field.
I love to watch them hunt a field like that. They will keep the rodents from over-populating better than any chemical, if they are just left alone. Pesticides almost wiped them out, but they are now starting to make a come back. If I were a younger person, I might enjoy watching someone hunting with a Falcon. I used to love going out in the mountains at night to listen to the coon hounds running when I was a little girl, calling to their masters in their mournful, angry voices that echoed through the darkened woods.
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Brooding
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Posted:Oct 29, 2012 7:58 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2012 10:44 pm
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An apt description of this day. And my thoughts.
So I decided to work with my photos
Some of these came out a little too soft focus for much use in the arenas I normally use my photos in, but I save these shots anyway, and goof off with them in a very simple program on my computer. I like the results. While I am sure that a more costly program might do a lot of things I cannot, I like the way a simple adjustment of color and light can give these soft focused shots a watercolor 'feel'. So there are times I deliberately shoot at the far end of the range of my zoom to capture these slightly fuzzy images to use for project days.
Which is to say, on days when I am tired of chasing my own tail.
PS:
I dare say these adjustments will display differently on different monitors, so the my thoughts are based solely on the monitor on the computer I am using, which is a Gateway something-or-another....
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Blame Emers
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Posted:Oct 27, 2012 11:11 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2012 6:40 pm
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[blog emeritebelles]
She dared me!
Ten Things:
1: I am a shoe . I have shoes I can't wear anymore, two pair, that I keep for sentimental reasons. It is a sickness. But one I can live with.
2: I was a virgin until I was 17.
3: I love to travel, even though it is getting to the point that it can be at times painful for me to do so, I would rather be traveling than anything.
4: I have worked in the restaurant industry most of my life, with assorted side jobs thrown in during the times that I just had to take a break from the restaurant industry.
5: I have three ex-husbands living and one dead. (Not at my hands, unfortunately he destroyed himself with drugs and alcohol.)
6: I love puttering around in my gardens and flower beds. I am no master gardener, but I do ok!
7: My favorite flowers are lilies. Any and all lilies, but I love the oriental's especially.
8: I am the mother of two and grandmother to seven.
9: I detest any and all seafood and fish. I hate the taste, the texture, the after taste.
10: My favorite color is green. All greens, particularly the greens that lean towards the blue spectrum.
If you want to play along, tell me ten things about you and leave a link here so I can come visit!
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Gypsy Woman
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Posted:Oct 26, 2012 8:43 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2012 4:38 pm
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Image is not mine, don't really know whose it is, but I like it a lot!
Gypsy Woman
Ethel Clifford
The Gypsy Woman
Lives on the moor,
She sleeps in a tent
With a curtained door.
Low is her dwelling
And hard her bed,
But the stars at night
Are a crown for her head.
Rough is her greeting
From all that's human,
But the morning smiles
At the gypsy woman.
The wind is her harper
And brings from far
His songs of wooing
And shouts of war.
On the printed page
She need never look,
The changing sky
Is her Holy Book.
She knows not the call
Of church-bells ringing,
The falling rain
Makes sweeter singing.
And the voice of the lark
At morn and even
Is a key to open
The gate of heaven.
From: Songs Of Dreams by Ethel Clifford, Published by John Lane, The Bodley Head, 1903.
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Belly Dancer
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Posted:Oct 26, 2012 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2012 10:07 am
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Belly Dancer
By Diane Wakoski
Can these movements which move themselves
be the substance of my attraction?
Where does this thin green silk come from that covers my body?
Surely any woman wearing such fabrics
would move her body just to feel them touching every part of her.
Yet most of the women frown, or look away, or laugh stiffly.
They are afraid of these materials and these movements
in some way.
The psychologists would say they are afraid of themselves, somehow.
Perhaps awakening too much desire—
that their men could never satisfy?
So they keep themselves laced and buttoned and made up
in hopes that the framework will keep them stiff enough not to feel
the whole register.
In hopes that they will not have to experience that unquenchable
desire for rhythm and contact.
If a snake glided across this floor
most of them would faint or shrink away.
Yet that movement could be their own.
That smooth movement frightens them—
awakening ancestors and relatives to the tips of the arms and toes.
So my bare feet
and my thin green silks
my bells and finger cymbals
offend them—frighten their old-young bodies.
While the men simper and leer—
glad for the vicarious experience and exercise.
They do not realize how I scorn them;
or how I dance for their frightened,
unawakened, sweet
women.
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Masks
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Posted:Oct 26, 2012 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2012 11:19 am
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I shot this photo sometime in 2007, at a spiritual retreat in Kansas that I visit occasionally.
I am feeling visually poetic tonight, because as usual there is really not a lot on my mind other than political crap, and I won't be sharing those views here.
So I will share some poetry that soothes my savage soul.
The Poem as Mask
by Muriel Rukeyser
Orpheus
When I wrote of the women in their dances and
wildness, it was a mask,
on their mountain, gold-hunting, singing, in orgy,
it was a mask;
when I wrote of the god,
fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone
down with song,
it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from
myself.
There is no mountain, there is no god,
there is memory
of my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued
beside me among the doctors, and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.
No more masks! No more mythologies!
Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,
the fragments join in me with their own music.
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