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She's a guardian cat ~ and with me all the time

She watches me on flickr and for me thats fine

She never causes problems ~ softly she does purr

She never seems to sleep much ~ rarely does she stirr

 

She listens when I talk to her ~ and I often do

She never ever answers me ~ but her heart is true

She always keeps a watchful eye ~ does not ever mew

She is very special ~ why ? well here's the clue

 

She came to me 12 years ago ~ at a certain time

She came wrapped up in tissue ~ oh so very fine

She marked a parting of the waves ~ sad I have to say

She now holds special memories ~ that will never go away !

    

this caused a wee stirr oan the fb..lawl..fuck fb

Since you have asked, the girl in the background is probably the elder sister. A married woman would according to the tradition cut off her hair and wear sheitel (kerchief) or wig, in order not to stirr attention of other men.

nothing special just got bored at the hotel... and yes, Air Canada still serves coffee and soda water... :-)

 

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VIEW ON BLACK!! :-) "L"

 

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The Steamship Sir Walter Scott has been sailing mejestically on Loch Katrine for over a century, allowing today's visitor opportunity to experience a bygone age, which inspired the poet Sir Walter Scott to write :

The summer dawns reflected hue,

The people change Loch Katrine blue,

Mildly and softly the western breeze,Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees.

(From"The Lady of The Lake" by Sir Walter Scott, 1810)

Luch Katrine is the perfect place to visit and enjpy all the aspects of the beautiful scenery and splendor of the Scotland's first national park, from either from the water or from the shore

Copyright © 2013 Deborah M Zajac. All Rights Reserved.

 

Press L on your keyboard to view on black. It looks nice on black. Thanks!

 

One of the last photos I took of the Moonset on Sunday morning. It was so pretty even a few of the early morning runners stopped, pulled out their cell phone cameras and took photos.

 

"All night have the roses heard

the flute, violin, bassoon;

All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd

To the dancers dancing in tune;

Till a silence fell with the waking bird,

And a hush with the setting moon."

~Tennyson

 

It was so quiet..as if no one dare breath while the moon set. Even the sea was calm.

 

Nikon D700| Nikko70-300mm @110mm| f10| 1/15s| ISO 200| Manual Priority|Tripod

While Sandy was making Lake Michigan stirr, I hid in my secret garden from all the wind. Because it's windstill there, some leafs are still on the trees showing off all their colors. It was beautiful.

 

Looks way better on black, please press L.

 

Taken on campus, Evanston, IL,USA.

The lowest level of platforms in the central station, hardly a soul stirrs.

o0o She ! o0o

 

She's my guardian cat ~ and with me all the time

She watches me on flickr and for me thats fine

She never causes problems ~ softly she does purr

She never seems to sleep much ~ rarely does she stirr

 

She listens when I talk to her ~ and I often do

She never ever answers me ~ but her heart is true

She always keeps a watchful eye ~ does not ever mew

She is very special ~ why ? well here's the clue

 

She came to me 12 years ago ~ at a certain time

She came wrapped up in tissue ~ oh so very fine

She marked a parting of the waves ~ sad I have to say

She now holds special memories ~ that will never go away !

It's amazing the colour of the door and the padlock. Again, I couldn't have asked for a better combination.

 

I aways want to find the image that conveys feelings, triggers emotions, stirrs the imagination, shows wonder and brings beauty or amazement to mind. I look for it mostly where nobody else looks, most people pass these places by without a glance, non aware of the beauty they’re missing. I hope to have accomplished my intentions and to bring that beauty to them.

 

You can check my website: arysnyder.com

Or my photoblog: www.blog.arysnyder.com

 

Siempre busco la imagen que transmita sentimientos, dispare emociones, provoque la imaginación, muestre sorpresa y que haga que la mente piense en belleza y balance. La busco sobre todo donde casi nadie mira; la gente pasa estos lugares sin ver, sin darse cuenta de la belleza que ignoraron. Espero haberlo logrado mis intenciones y regresarles algo de la belleza de la que se perdieron.

 

Puedes visitar mi sitio: www.arysnyder.com

O mi fotoblog: www.fotoblog.arysnyder.com

 

The summer dawn's reflected hue

To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,

Mildly and soft the western breeze

Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,

And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,

Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

 

--- The lady of the Lake, Sir Walter Scott ---

Let inspiration

And enthusiasm

Enter in your life

And gets a place

In your heart

And stay in ease

To brighten up

Rest of your days

And your life...........

 

Do not close the door

Of happiness and sun shine

Let sunbeams enter

Your life

From all directions......

 

Just listen creatively

To your deepest self

And let your soul

Lighten up

The divine spark within you........

 

Just take off the mask

From your face and life

And let your true self

Smile and stirr

Happiness in it..............

 

Seema Chowdhury

Finding an abstract that shows how I see the world, how I perceive reality, what I want to express is an undescribable pleasure. It doesn't matter what the subject is, the point of this photograph is what it makes you feel, what it stirrs in you, what memories it brings back, if you find meaning in it, if you find it beautiful, interesting, intriguing...

My paradigms? Only available light, no retouching either in the blackroom or in the computer, and there has to be a point in focus at least.

  

You’re welcome to visit me at:

www.blog.arysnyder.com

www.arysnyder.com

 

hm.. so many words and expressions i don't know in english! but:

 

a cauliflower (or more if wanted)

1 l water

flour

butter

a little milk (1-2 dl?)

soup bouillon

a little cream

 

boil the cauliflower(sliced) in 1 l water. strain and save the water.

melt 2 table spoons of butter, add 2 table spoons of flower, stirr well, add the milk, and then the water in small portions. then add some teaspoons of soup bouillion and some pepper, and boil for about 5 minutes, add some cream(as much as you'd like, ca 1 dl) - and put in the cauliflower bits. make it boil - and it's ready:)

 

remember bread w/ butter for dipping!

The Steamship Sir Walter Scott has been sailing mejestically on Loch Katrine for over a century, allowing today's visitor opportunity to experience a bygone age, which inspired the poet Sir Walter Scott to write :

The summer dawns reflected hue,

The people change Loch Katrine blue,

Mildly and softly the western breeze,Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees.

(From"The Lady of The Lake" by Sir Walter Scott, 1810)

Luch Katrine is the perfect place to visit and enjpy all the aspects of the beautiful scenery and splendor of the Scotland's first national park, from either from the water or from the shore.

A refreshing cuppa in the afternoons does you the power of good.....

Named after the robert browning poem.

 

'THE rain set early in to-night,

The sullen wind was soon awake,

It tore the elm-tops down for spite,

And did its worst to vex the lake:

I listen'd with heart fit to break.

When glided in Porphyria; straight

She shut the cold out and the storm,

And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate

Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;

Which done, she rose, and from her form

Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,

And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied

Her hat and let the damp hair fall,

And, last, she sat down by my side

And call'd me. When no voice replied,

She put my arm about her waist,

And made her smooth white shoulder bare,

And all her yellow hair displaced,

And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,

And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,

Murmuring how she loved me—she

Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,

To set its struggling passion free

From pride, and vainer ties dissever,

And give herself to me for ever.

But passion sometimes would prevail,

Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain

A sudden thought of one so pale

For love of her, and all in vain:

So, she was come through wind and rain.

Be sure I look'd up at her eyes

Happy and proud; at last I knew

Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise

Made my heart swell, and still it grew

While I debated what to do.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair,

Perfectly pure and good: I found

A thing to do, and all her hair

In one long yellow string I wound

Three times her little throat around,

And strangled her. No pain felt she;

I am quite sure she felt no pain.

As a shut bud that holds a bee,

I warily oped her lids: again

Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain.

And I untighten'd next the tress

About her neck; her cheek once more

Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:

I propp'd her head up as before,

Only, this time my shoulder bore

Her head, which droops upon it still:

The smiling rosy little head,

So glad it has its utmost will,

That all it scorn'd at once is fled,

And I, its love, am gain'd instead!

Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how

Her darling one wish would be heard.

And thus we sit together now,

And all night long we have not stirr'd,

And yet God has not said a word!'

   

She took over a week from France to Norway, and made a major stirr down in customs, but today she finally came home <3

 

the "bad" thing about her is that her shoulder, elbow, wrist and knee joints tend to pop out. Her elastic is SO thin, it's a wonder it's keeping her together at all.

 

The good, I love love her.. The resin is beautiful and so smooth, and her face is just divine. She may not be a great poser like Fairyland dolls but the poses she can do are super adorable :)

 

Hope to give her a face soon, and we'll be needing new wigs, new eyes, new everythings!

Oh! could such heart-stirring music be heard

In that City of Statues described by romancers,

So wakening its spell, even stone would be stirr'd,

And statues themselves all start into dancers!

 

An excerpt from The Night Dance, a poem by Thomas Moore

 

Photo: My dancers statue, captured with my 50mm lens.

i am usually using 8-10l of milk to make three or four of theese wheels.

 

you will need:

-raw milk

-a thermostat

-rennet

-a mesophilic cheese culture like flora danica

-some cheese shapes or just a muslin cloth

-and some regular kitchen items like a knife, pot and a sink

 

How to make the cheese:

 

-gently heat the milk in a pot to 65°C

 

-while you are doing that place a few tablespoons of warm milk (no more then 40°C!) in a small bowl and add your culture (i use about 1/4 teaspoon of flora danica on 10l of milk)

 

- some drops of rennet in a few table spoons of warmish water (this will depend n what kind of rennet you have. mine is about 5 drops per liter of milk)

 

-place the pot in a sink with cold water (you can add ice cubes to the water if you want it to cool faster) and cool it down to between 38-42°C

 

- now add the cultured milk to the pot and stirr then the dilluted rennet, make sure to stirr a few times to incorporate everything

  

now comes the resting phase:

 

-wrap the pot with the milk in some blankets and leave it for about an hour

 

-after an hour of rest try cutting the formed curd with a knife, if you can see a cut line and can pull it apart it is ready, if not leave it a bit longer

 

-if it is ready cut it into cubes and then cut it into cubes at an angle as well

 

- let it sit in the blanket for another 10-20min

 

- gently stirr with your hand and find any big lumps to cut them into walnut size

 

- let it sit again and stirr again as you did before. you might have to repeat this for about 2-4 times until the curds have firmed up.

  

now for the shaping:

- remove some of the whey so you can see the curds that have settled at the botom of the pot

 

- add some salt (about 50g/l), stirr with your hands and let it sit for about 5-10min

 

- at this stage you can add herbs, spices or whatever you feel like

 

- the final step is to scoop the curds into shapes (or your muslin cloth) and let them drip over a bowl turning the cheeses a few times over the next day or two

 

they will loose quiet a lot of whey, even when you store them in the fridge after two days of dripping, so make sure to place a small plate or something underneath them so they dont sit in their own whey.

 

depending on the milk, rennet, culture, temperature and many other things the cheese you make will be slightly different so dont be shy experimenting until you think you got it right. i am currently experimenting with the texture of this cheese by increasing the time i let the curds sit, so feel free to improve on the recipe yourself.

 

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Relaxing Beauty.

Thy starry sky kiss's thou's beauté everlastyng,

dearle voice, Venus ἤχῳ delight,

doux radiant soul, entreatyng dreams amid thee deep'st slumber fest,

thee chamber of thy corazón beats buring love,all hours of thee nyghte,

thy bosom blossoms with thy gentl'st care e'en at rest,

engels cushions thou alablaster self with velvet wings a flight,

luminous skin enwraps thy beauté within,

thee eloquence of thy movements, graces with vastness of thee clouds unheard,

O' relaxing beauté so close that thou's thirst is now quench'd therein,

swotie are thee golden thrones which thou now overtak's with a wave and slight jest,

encircle thou with thy lavender roses of gorgeous gardens stirr'd,

shine O' miraculous sighs of thous till somber vistas past,

ecstatic in thou thoughts wishyng for a last expiryng twirl,

O' temp'st are thy thoughts as thee now withers awaye,

to thee pining of thy trees that spring forth a new enchanting 'gining.

one wyth ethereal seas,frofty wav's of eternal gulfs alle a whirl,

from'st thy molten rivers of thy lavas hart, to thee harmony of thy footsteps flutteryng lyght,

O'beauté, O'beauté, O' melt thee wyth thee forev'r ad last!

Steve.D.Hammond.

  

The photon particles traveled through my faithful Nikon Nikkor 50mm f/1.4 AI lens, into a ancient and battered Nikon FM2 film SLR body and finally it stirrs the emulsion on the legendary slide film Fujichrome Velvia 100 (RVP100F). And all these subatomic phenomenon took place at the Laguna Resort Lounge in Redang Island, South China Sea, Terengganu, Malaysia.

LARGE

 

P/S: I'm never getting enough of these games with lights, silhouettes and shadows. And I'm pretty sure it's not the same photons that made THIS photo.

Cad: Hiya there!! Today I'll show you how to grow a Wubba Chiken!

First of all you need to grab your Chiken! If you can't find it - try your shoe-collection! There I found mine!! Esp. check the boots!!

Ok - now - put your Wubba in a glass of water. Leave it there for 4 days - stirr daily (for oxygen supply!) ... and then - after 4 days - tadaa - you can take your grown chiken out!!

  

sooooorry - have been missing the last WCWs!!!! Too much trouble here!! Now I'm back on track ^^

and I always forget to actually ADD it to the group *facepalm*

 

NOTE: no Wubba was harmed during shot (not harmed, not drunk!)

Black Forest Cherry Cake

Schwarzwälder Kirshtorte

 

This takes quite a few steps. I got this recipe from my mother's Time Life Foods of the World: Germany book.

 

The day before, take 8 oz of your favorite semi-sweet dark or white chocolate to make garnishes. I use a bar of white and a bar of semi-sweet Ghirardelli. Melt separately for a minute or so in the microwave, stirr and then with spoon or pastry bag lay down ribbons on piece of parchment paper. Use a fork to create the marble effect. Slide into the fridge or a cool place. Make sure you make it a day before so it's got time to harden.

 

Syrup

 

3/4 cup white sugar

1 cup cold water

1/3 cup kirsch

 

Bring water and sugar to boil over moderate heat, stirring only until sugar dissolves. Boil briskly for 5 minutes to reduce a little, remove from heat. When syrup is luke warm, add kirsh and stir in. Set aside.

 

Filling

 

1-2 cups of pitted sour cherries packed in water or light syrup, rinsed and drained. (I like more cherries than the recipe calls for) Set aside. If you have fresh cherries, pit and de-stem them, and poach them in a mix of 2 cups water and 3/4 cup sugar, simmering on low for 5 minutes or the cherries are tender. Drain and cool.

 

If you like maraschino cherries for garnish, get a small jar with the stems still on. Drain those as well but do not rinse. Set aside.

 

Cake

 

10 TBSP unsalted butter

6 eggs room temperature

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 c white sugar

1/2 cup flour

1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa

butter and flour to coat three 8 or 9 inch pans

 

Get your pans set up with wax or parchment paper in the bottoms, buttered and floured before you even start making the cake itself. This cake is delicate in the mixing and you want it in the oven as soon as possible. Preheat oven to 350°.

 

Clarify the 10 tablespoons of butter in a small pan or in the microwave. Let it rest a minute after melting gently, skim off the foam and discard the milk solids at the bottom.

 

In a small bowl sift together cocoa and flour together and set aside.

 

In a mixer or large bowl with a hand mixer whip the eggs and sugar until it nearly triples in bulk. This will take 10 minutes on High. Then with a spatula start folding in the cocoa-flour mix in small portions, be gentle with the mix to keep it from collapsing. Once the cocoa-flour is all mixed in, start adding the clarified butter the same way. The volume will start to go down, but don't panic. As long as you are gentle with the process, it doesn't fall any more than it should. Once all the butter is folded in, pour immediately into the three pans and slide them in the oven. Cook 10-15 minutes or until toothpick or knife tests clean.

 

Remove pans from the oven and let rest for 5 minutes before taking out of the pans. A sharp knife will be needed to release the edges of the cake from the pan. Leave the cakes on their wax paper until it's time to put the cake together. The wax paper will keep the cake together for construction.

 

When cool, prick the cakes with a fork and then drizzle them with the syrup made earlier. Don't use too much - there's plenty of left over. You want the cakes moist but not swimming.

 

Topping

 

3 cups chilled heavy cream

1/2 cup icing/confectioners' sugar

1/4 cup kirsh

 

Whip cream until just thickening and then sift in the icing sugar. Continue whipping until stiff peaks form and then while still beating pour in the kirsh in a thin stream until combined. Your topping is ready.

 

You need a large workspace for assembly. On a cake plate or stand, turn your first layer on to the surface, peeling off the wax paper. Slather on some of the whip cream making a bit of a dam around the edges. Lay in half of your sour cherries. Tip on the next layer and repeat the process using up the rest of your sour cherries. Place the third layer on top, and apply the remaining topping to coat the whole cake. Smooth the surface but don't get too fussy. It looks nice with some texture.

 

From here it's all a matter of design and preference. Some grate up a bar of chocolate and press the shavings into the sides of the cake, and place curls of chocolate on top. I take my marbled chocolate and either cut into leaves or make shards like I did this year, spiraling them around, interspersed with maraschino cherries. Your done! Set it in the fridge to chill and enjoy the leftover chocolate shards.

 

If you're not an experienced baker, make sure you've got a lazy sunday to work with on this. When you're used to the recipe, you can do it in an evening like I did.

 

This is my most requested cake, so here's a few other photos in my stream for ways to decorate:

With stars.

Marbled chocolate.

Triangular cut.

Spirals

 

The Lake of the Dismal Swamp

 

"They made her a grave too cold and damp

For a soul so warm and true;

And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp,

Where all night long, by a firefly lamp,

She paddles her white canoe.

 

And her firefly lamp I soon shall see,

And her paddle I soon shall hear;

Long and moving our life shall be

And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree,

When the footstep of death is near."

 

Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds,

His path was rugged and sore,

Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds,

Through many a fen where the serpent feeds,

And man never trod before.

 

And when on the earth he sank to sleep,

If slumber his eyelids knew,

He lay where the deadly vine doth weep

Its venemous tear, and nightly steep

The flesh with blistering dew!

 

And near him the she-wolf stirr'd the brake,

And the copper-snake breathed in his ear,

Till he starting cried, from his dream awake,

"Oh when shall I see the dusky Lake,

And the white canoe of my dear?"

 

He saw the Lake, and a meteor bright

Quick over its surface play'd,

"Welcome," he said, "my dear one's light!"

And the dim shore echo'd for many a night

The name of the death-cold maid.

 

Till he hollow'd a boat of the birchen bark,

Which carried him off from the shore;

Far, far he follow'd the meteor spark,

The wind was high and the clouds were dark,

And the boat return'd no more.

 

But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp,

This lover and maid so true

Are seen at the hour of midnight damp

To cross the Lake by a firefly lamp,

And paddle their white canoe!

 

Thomas Moore

Press L for the best view.

 

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Copyright © Anubhav Kochhar. All Rights Reserved. Please do not use this or any of my images without my consent.

Finding an abstract that shows how I see the world, how I perceive reality, what I want to express is an undescribable pleasure. It doesn't matter what the subject is, the point of this photograph is what it makes you feel, what it stirrs in you, what memories it brings back, if you find meaning in it, if you find it beautiful, interesting, intriguing...

 

Please visit me at:

www.blog.arysnyder.com

www.arysnyder.com

 

Encontrar un abstracto que muestre cómo veo el mundo, percibo la realidad, sea un reflejo de mí... es un placer indescriptible. No importa qué es el sujeto, sino lo que esta fotografía te transmite, lo que te hace recordar, las emociones que te provoca, si encuentras que la imagen es bella, interesante, expresiva.

 

Por favor, visítame en:

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Få ställen är så bra för att studera människor som från ett tågsäte, då folk ofta nannar en stund så slipper de känna sig störda av någon som sitter och stirrar på dem

   

Thee Inflammable Voice.

Raptur'd wonder'd bright dream thoust awoke,

stirr'd fierce passions on 'tis a dawning yoke,

embattl'd unconquerable airs to thee imperious palette all abound.

Steve.D.Hammond.

In palace chambers far apart.

The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd

That lie upon her charmed heart.

She sleeps: on either hand

upswells,

The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest:

She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells

 

A perfect form in perfect rest.

 

- "The Sleeping Beauty" Lord Alfred Tennyson.

 

Dedicated to my best friend and favorite model, Rissa. I love you darling, head up!

 

xo

Neither here nor there, not ground nor air, but in between is the dragons lair.

Captured and shared with the Jing Project

Finding an abstract that shows how I see the world, how I perceive reality, what I want to express is an undescribable pleasure. It doesn't matter what the subject is, the point of this photograph is what it makes you feel, what it stirrs in you, what memories it brings back, if you find meaning in it, if you find it beautiful, interesting, intriguing...

My paradigms? Only available light, no retouching either in the blackroom or in the computer, and there has to be a point in focus at least.

  

Please visit me at:

www.blog.arysnyder.com

www.arysnyder.com

 

Encontrar un abstracto que muestre cómo veo el mundo, percibo la realidad, sea un reflejo de mí... es un placer indescriptible. No importa qué es el sujeto, sino lo que esta fotografía te transmite, lo que te hace recordar, las emociones que te provoca, si encuentras que la imagen es bella, interesante, expresiva.

¿Mis paradigmas? Sólo uso luz natural, no hay retoque en cuarto oscuro o digital, y tiene que haber al menos un punto en foco.

  

Por favor, visítame en:

www.blog.arysnyder.com

www.arysnyder.com

 

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