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Mar 31

DETAIL of the Mendocino House I love
Look at the Gingerbread! Love, love, love. And the ironwork. Lovely

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DETAIL of the Mendocino House I love

Look at the Gingerbread! Love, love, love. And the ironwork. Lovely

Mar 31

House in Mendocino
I’d like to live here, please. Right on the edge of the Pacific Ocean. God’s country.

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House in Mendocino

I’d like to live here, please. Right on the edge of the Pacific Ocean. God’s country.

Mar 31

SPIDERMAN IS WATCHING YOU!

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SPIDERMAN IS WATCHING YOU!

Mar 29 Reblogged

My first love was ever-present in my life - and still is.
I met him at 14 or 15 in the Disneyland parking lot. We ere engaged before my 16th birthday. (Promised, technically since he couldn’t afford a ring) We never would have made it. I met tall, dark and handsome — without a soul in college and left him for the dark side.
He married his next girlfriend.
I fled to New York City.
They got divorced.
We dated again, he’d gone from fundamental Christian, poised to take over his parent’s church, to being a Dead Head. I was an art student in NYC who wore all black — 1940s dresses and combat boots.
He’d lost himself.
I’d found myself
We were engaged again.
We went on a trip - driving on farm roads from Chicago to San Padre Island, Texas, to New Orleans, the Florida Keys and up the eastern seaboard to Massachusetts. About Jeckyll Island Georgia, staying at a luxury resort, we admitted it was over. I returned to NYC, he returned to Chicago.
He married his next girlfriend.
I fled from New York City to Los Angeles.
I owed him money. I found him entirely with the intent to repay him. I did. And then, surprisingly, we became friends. Over the years when we had long, boring, drives, we’d chat while on the road. It became a thing. It was never inappropriate, we never cheated.
I never saw him after we were in our early 20s.
He died in 2012.
I couldn’t reach him so I did a Google search and his obit came up. He’d fallen a few weeks earlier but was recovering when I went to Spain. Things got complicated with my Dad. I have no idea what happened with him, but on August 20th, he died.
On his birthday, I contacted his wife. She said he died peacefully surrounded by loved ones.
He was 51.
His wife’s first post on FB after he died - “Today I bought a bike.” And she friended the guy he was certain she was having an affair with.
He is with me all of the time now. A weird kind of Guardian Angel. Sometimes I can feel him hugging me. It kind of freaked me out at first, but now I’m used to it.
Later in life, he asked me if I’d date him if he left his wife, I said no. It was more comfortable being friends, I didn’t have to filter myself. I loved him though with my whole heart and always will.
First love, is love without walls, without the knowledge of failure and shortcomings. That’s why it is so powerful, You don’t know yet to be cautious. To mete out love. To guard your heart.
I have two friends that married their first love and both have been married now for over 30 years. They are unusual, and their marriages have had to withstand a LOT over the years. Their success is a testament to their tenacity and faith as well as allowing and acknowledging the need for growth.


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My first love was ever-present in my life - and still is.

I met him at 14 or 15 in the Disneyland parking lot. We ere engaged before my 16th birthday. (Promised, technically since he couldn’t afford a ring) We never would have made it. I met tall, dark and handsome — without a soul in college and left him for the dark side.

He married his next girlfriend.

I fled to New York City.

They got divorced.

We dated again, he’d gone from fundamental Christian, poised to take over his parent’s church, to being a Dead Head. I was an art student in NYC who wore all black — 1940s dresses and combat boots.

He’d lost himself.

I’d found myself

We were engaged again.

We went on a trip - driving on farm roads from Chicago to San Padre Island, Texas, to New Orleans, the Florida Keys and up the eastern seaboard to Massachusetts. About Jeckyll Island Georgia, staying at a luxury resort, we admitted it was over. I returned to NYC, he returned to Chicago.

He married his next girlfriend.

I fled from New York City to Los Angeles.

I owed him money. I found him entirely with the intent to repay him. I did. And then, surprisingly, we became friends. Over the years when we had long, boring, drives, we’d chat while on the road. It became a thing. It was never inappropriate, we never cheated.

I never saw him after we were in our early 20s.

He died in 2012.

I couldn’t reach him so I did a Google search and his obit came up. He’d fallen a few weeks earlier but was recovering when I went to Spain. Things got complicated with my Dad. I have no idea what happened with him, but on August 20th, he died.

On his birthday, I contacted his wife. She said he died peacefully surrounded by loved ones.

He was 51.

His wife’s first post on FB after he died - “Today I bought a bike.” And she friended the guy he was certain she was having an affair with.

He is with me all of the time now. A weird kind of Guardian Angel. Sometimes I can feel him hugging me. It kind of freaked me out at first, but now I’m used to it.

Later in life, he asked me if I’d date him if he left his wife, I said no. It was more comfortable being friends, I didn’t have to filter myself. I loved him though with my whole heart and always will.

First love, is love without walls, without the knowledge of failure and shortcomings. That’s why it is so powerful, You don’t know yet to be cautious. To mete out love. To guard your heart.

I have two friends that married their first love and both have been married now for over 30 years. They are unusual, and their marriages have had to withstand a LOT over the years. Their success is a testament to their tenacity and faith as well as allowing and acknowledging the need for growth.

(Source: staypozitive)

Mar 29 Reblogged

leanslimfit:

faster—better—stronger:

The most perfect thing I’ve ever read. Ever.


Amen. Laura, go. outside.

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leanslimfit:

faster—better—stronger:

The most perfect thing I’ve ever read. Ever.

Amen. Laura, go. outside.

(Source: whippoorwont)

Mar 29

naimhe, Oh I was PLENTY pissed off and went the canyon FB page to let people know. Everyone jumped on board and was up in arms. It will be an issue at the next community meeting. These are many of my egg customers btw. We live in an oak forest, there is very little that grows in the shade of live oaks, and maybe a strip 6’ wide by 25’ long that could be left to grow or taken out with a weed whacker, shovel, etc. This is a sandstone canyon so removing plants is super easy. Keeping predators from digging under a fence however, nearly impossible. Even electrified.

Mar 29 Reblogged

rhamphotheca:

Banks Which Call by Vasiliy Mushyk, 2008, Ukraine 
 - In the Woodland style of Norval Morrisseau, Anishnaabe  
 http://woodland.com.ua/en/gallery/



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rhamphotheca:

Banks Which Call by Vasiliy Mushyk, 2008, Ukraine

- In the Woodland style of Norval Morrisseau, Anishnaabe 

 http://woodland.com.ua/en/gallery/

Mar 29 Reblogged

rhamphotheca:

Common Chuckwalla (Sauromalus ater), the second largest lizard in the United States, the Mojave Desert of Southern California, USA
photograph by Judy Ritner
(via: Defenders of Wildlife)

The best thing about a chickwalla though is that, if threatened, it will run into a rock crevice then inflate its lungs to wedge itself in.

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rhamphotheca:

Common Chuckwalla (Sauromalus ater), the second largest lizard in the United States, the Mojave Desert of Southern California, USA

photograph by Judy Ritner

(via: Defenders of Wildlife)

The best thing about a chickwalla though is that, if threatened, it will run into a rock crevice then inflate its lungs to wedge itself in.

Mar 28

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE FARM…
The top green egg is your basic extra large egg, the smaller is a new laying hen egg - a Salmon Faverolles hen, and the ginormous egg is a double yolker, and one of the biggest I’ve seen. All three eggs were laid in the same nest today.

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MEANWHILE BACK AT THE FARM…

The top green egg is your basic extra large egg, the smaller is a new laying hen egg - a Salmon Faverolles hen, and the ginormous egg is a double yolker, and one of the biggest I’ve seen. All three eggs were laid in the same nest today.

Mar 28 Reblogged

harvestheart:

Macaques in Japan know how to use vending machines, and buy items using coins that they find.

This made my day. Seriously. I’m going to Japan with a big bag of money - Pringles all the way around, but they will have to buy them themselves…

harvestheart:

Macaques in Japan know how to use vending machines, and buy items using coins that they find.

This made my day. Seriously. I’m going to Japan with a big bag of money - Pringles all the way around, but they will have to buy them themselves…

Mar 28 Reblogged

the-clusterfuck:

Robert Mapplethorpe - Calla lilies

Gorgeous - and some of the best printed pieces I’ve ever seen at museum exhibition. I’m not sure if Mapplethorpe printed his own work or not but who ever printed them / prints his work is a master.
About 20 years ago, there was a controversial Mapplethorpe show in NYC, My friend Steve and I attended, the show. Along with still lifes like this, there were some bondage photos and nudity.
One canvas was over life sized with an African American man crouching atop a stool with his impressive dick hanging out at about eye level, his elbows resting on his knees.
When you walked into the room, you couldn’t miss it. Really.
As Steve and I walked in there was a docent giving a tour so an elderly group and I was curious as to what she was goin to say. What she said was this - “The first thing you’ll notice about this photo is how this man’s body makes the shape of a star…” Uhm, no, not the first thing.
His body did make the shape of a star…in case you were curious.

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the-clusterfuck:

Robert Mapplethorpe - Calla lilies

Gorgeous - and some of the best printed pieces I’ve ever seen at museum exhibition. I’m not sure if Mapplethorpe printed his own work or not but who ever printed them / prints his work is a master.

About 20 years ago, there was a controversial Mapplethorpe show in NYC, My friend Steve and I attended, the show. Along with still lifes like this, there were some bondage photos and nudity.

One canvas was over life sized with an African American man crouching atop a stool with his impressive dick hanging out at about eye level, his elbows resting on his knees.

When you walked into the room, you couldn’t miss it. Really.

As Steve and I walked in there was a docent giving a tour so an elderly group and I was curious as to what she was goin to say. What she said was this - “The first thing you’ll notice about this photo is how this man’s body makes the shape of a star…” Uhm, no, not the first thing.

His body did make the shape of a star…in case you were curious.

(Source: rulingthumb)

Mar 28 Reblogged

harvestheart:

Colorful village streets - cobblestoned - going to Guatape Rock, Columbia

Could totally live her, but for the kidnappings. But love the color…

Mar 28 Reblogged

Hey, I’ve been here - it’s not far from the theater where my friend’s kid directed plays, and Christian Bale’s sister was a part of the staff. Great burgers and diner-y food.

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Hey, I’ve been here - it’s not far from the theater where my friend’s kid directed plays, and Christian Bale’s sister was a part of the staff. Great burgers and diner-y food.

(Source: nostrodude)

Mar 28 Reblogged

supersonicart:

Cristina Camacho.

Cut canvas, painting sculptures by Cristina Camacho:

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Mar 28 Reblogged

bublitschki:

stilespeciale:

100 year old boxing photo restored

This is amazing

This is what my roosters looked like after fighting…well, not exactly but you get the idea of the pummeling they took…

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bublitschki:

stilespeciale:

100 year old boxing photo restored

This is amazing

This is what my roosters looked like after fighting…well, not exactly but you get the idea of the pummeling they took…

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