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Обожаю такие истории! История фотографа Сергея Горшкова о съемке соболей. В 2-х частях. Потрясающие кадры, за которыми очень интересная и уютная история съемки. 📷
#photot #story
https://nikonpro.ru/article/neulovimyy-barguzinskiy-sobol-chast-1


 
- #2018 #Wildscreen #Photo #Story #Panda #Awards #nominations #list – in #pictures
- #photos #foto #photo #photography #photograph #photographs #newsphotography #worldnews



The new award celebrates wildlife photo stories and their role in raising awareness about and protecting the natural world. The winners will be announced at Bristol’s Wildscreen Festival and showcased in a free exhibition from 12 Oct to 8 Nov
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/gallery/2018/aug/29/2018-wildscreen-photo-story-panda-awards-nominations-list-in-pictures


 
:: 40-85 [WDoS GCE5] A Rare View ::
Wooheeee~ Hello, everyone! Golly, I miss you guys! And yikes, I haven't posted anything for 3 weeks?!
So here I give you a little something I made for a group challenge event on deviantART. I like that group. I find it very supportive. Anyway, the theme was sky.

Immagine/foto

Here I chose to draw Vic sitting in a train, looking out the window. The train window's reflection shows the night sky he gazes upon. The skies of Sigma (the realm he's in) usually has no stars, but just this once, it does; and so Vic entertains himself with this rare view. Vic is the main character from my story, The Journey Home.

Originally from my dA [here].

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#oc #character #art #drawing #mywork #illustration #deviantart #chibi #anime #kunst #arte #арт #sky #star #story
Immagine/foto This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
(Please do not copy/trace/edit/plagiarise my drawing and OCs. If share, do credit/link back to me. Thank you.)
Silhouette photo of trees during night time by Miriam Espacio on Pexels [link]


 
:: 40-85 [WDoS GCE5] A Rare View ::
Wooheeee~ Hello, everyone! Golly, I miss you guys! And yikes, I haven't posted anything for 3 weeks?!
So here I give you a little something I made for a group challenge event on deviantART. I like that group. I find it very supportive. Anyway, the theme was sky.

Immagine/foto

Here I chose to draw Vic sitting in a train, looking out the window. The train window's reflection shows the night sky he gazes upon. The skies of Sigma (the realm he's in) usually has no stars, but just this once, it does; and so Vic entertains himself with this rare view. Vic is the main character from my story, The Journey Home.

Originally from my dA [here].

--
#oc #character #art #drawing #mywork #illustration #deviantart #chibi #anime #kunst #arte #арт #sky #star #story
Immagine/foto This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
(Please do not copy/trace/edit/plagiarise my drawing and OCs. If share, do credit/link back to me. Thank you.)
Silhouette photo of trees during night time by Miriam Espacio on Pexels [link]


 
Here's a #microfiction I wrote for a spoken word event with the heading Note to Self.

Mangoes


Tea. Claire was moistening her armpits with tea.

She was running late and where was her deodorant? She could only find that weird crystal stick that Dan had left. It didn't work when your skin was dry. There was a bit of tea from last night in the cup on the dresser. No time, that'll do, she though as she dabbed it under her arms.

At least her armpits were shaven. As long as you're doing it for yourself and not for some man, Sylvia’s voice was in her head. Nothing wrong with a hairy woman.

Mangoes. Claire smelled mangoes.

Shit, it was that fruity tea, the one Shoshana had given her. Good for your skin, apparently. Too late to wash again, she mustn't be late for the job interview. At least the tea-lubricant worked. The crystal stick slid smoothly, and she thought of Dan.

She had met him as she was pulling out of a roundabout, nearly hitting the long-haired cyclist in sports gear. She stopped to see if he was OK, expecting an angry rant as he approached her window. But instead he said, "I'm terribly sorry, that was my fault." They were both shaken by the near miss and after apologising to each other repeatedly, she asked if he'd like to go for coffee. He joked that neither of them needed caffeine.

Claire put on the navy blue suit, and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She approved: Smart, professional, feminine enough but not too sexy. Shut up, Sylvia, she thought, pre-empting imagined judgement. She leaned in to inspect her makeup. Her skin did look good, maybe Shoshana's tea had helped.

She missed Dan, but didn't regret breaking up with him. It's not an open relationship, it's polyamory, he had said. He could commit to her, but he had another two girlfriends, and they had other partners. Claire was more comfortable in group conversations than one-on-ones, but group relationships? I don't think so.

She sighed. When did I become so old-fashioned? Suddenly, the navy blue suit looked wrong.

She breathed deeply, silenced doubt, and walked out the door. Traffic was mercifully calm, and even parking wasn't too bad. One last look in the rear-view mirror. Smile! she reminded herself. Think of a bad joke. Erm... Where do you find mangoes? Wherever womangoes!

The receptionist greeted her warmly, "Come through, the rest are already here. As we're looking to hire a team, you're going to start with a group exercise." As Claire followed her through double doors, she smelled mangoes again, and discretely sniffed herself.

"You noticed the smell," the receptionist responded. "We told you there would be surprises. Your first task, if hired, will be our tropical fruit campaign."

Claire found herself in front of a round table around which interviewers and interviewees were sitting together. In the middle of the table was a large, aromatic pile of sliced mangoes on a tray. She remembered to smile. I can do this.

#story #fiction #flashfiction #writers #NoteToSelf #interview


 
Here's a #microfiction I wrote for a spoken word event with the heading Note to Self.

Mangoes


Tea. Claire was moistening her armpits with tea.

She was running late and where was her deodorant? She could only find that weird crystal stick that Dan had left. It didn't work when your skin was dry. There was a bit of tea from last night in the cup on the dresser. No time, that'll do, she though as she dabbed it under her arms.

At least her armpits were shaven. As long as you're doing it for yourself and not for some man, Sylvia’s voice was in her head. Nothing wrong with a hairy woman.

Mangoes. Claire smelled mangoes.

Shit, it was that fruity tea, the one Shoshana had given her. Good for your skin, apparently. Too late to wash again, she mustn't be late for the job interview. At least the tea-lubricant worked. The crystal stick slid smoothly, and she thought of Dan.

She had met him as she was pulling out of a roundabout, nearly hitting the long-haired cyclist in sports gear. She stopped to see if he was OK, expecting an angry rant as he approached her window. But instead he said, "I'm terribly sorry, that was my fault." They were both shaken by the near miss and after apologising to each other repeatedly, she asked if he'd like to go for coffee. He joked that neither of them needed caffeine.

Claire put on the navy blue suit, and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She approved: Smart, professional, feminine enough but not too sexy. Shut up, Sylvia, she thought, pre-empting imagined judgement. She leaned in to inspect her makeup. Her skin did look good, maybe Shoshana's tea had helped.

She missed Dan, but didn't regret breaking up with him. It's not an open relationship, it's polyamory, he had said. He could commit to her, but he had another two girlfriends, and they had other partners. Claire was more comfortable in group conversations than one-on-ones, but group relationships? I don't think so.

She sighed. When did I become so old-fashioned? Suddenly, the navy blue suit looked wrong.

She breathed deeply, silenced doubt, and walked out the door. Traffic was mercifully calm, and even parking wasn't too bad. One last look in the rear-view mirror. Smile! she reminded herself. Think of a bad joke. Erm... Where do you find mangoes? Wherever womangoes!

The receptionist greeted her warmly, "Come through, the rest are already here. As we're looking to hire a team, you're going to start with a group exercise." As Claire followed her through double doors, she smelled mangoes again, and discretely sniffed herself.

"You noticed the smell," the receptionist responded. "We told you there would be surprises. Your first task, if hired, will be our tropical fruit campaign."

Claire found herself in front of a round table around which interviewers and interviewees were sitting together. In the middle of the table was a large, aromatic pile of sliced mangoes on a tray. She remembered to smile. I can do this.

#story #fiction #flashfiction #writers #NoteToSelf #interview


 
Here's a #microfiction I wrote for a spoken word event with the heading Note to Self.

Mangoes


Tea. Claire was moistening her armpits with tea.

She was running late and where was her deodorant? She could only find that weird crystal stick that Dan had left. It didn't work when your skin was dry. There was a bit of tea from last night in the cup on the dresser. No time, that'll do, she though as she dabbed it under her arms.

At least her armpits were shaven. As long as you're doing it for yourself and not for some man, Sylvia’s voice was in her head. Nothing wrong with a hairy woman.

Mangoes. Claire smelled mangoes.

Shit, it was that fruity tea, the one Shoshana had given her. Good for your skin, apparently. Too late to wash again, she mustn't be late for the job interview. At least the tea-lubricant worked. The crystal stick slid smoothly, and she thought of Dan.

She had met him as she was pulling out of a roundabout, nearly hitting the long-haired cyclist in sports gear. She stopped to see if he was OK, expecting an angry rant as he approached her window. But instead he said, "I'm terribly sorry, that was my fault." They were both shaken by the near miss and after apologising to each other repeatedly, she asked if he'd like to go for coffee. He joked that neither of them needed caffeine.

Claire put on the navy blue suit, and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She approved: Smart, professional, feminine enough but not too sexy. Shut up, Sylvia, she thought, pre-empting imagined judgement. She leaned in to inspect her makeup. Her skin did look good, maybe Shoshana's tea had helped.

She missed Dan, but didn't regret breaking up with him. It's not an open relationship, it's polyamory, he had said. He could commit to her, but he had another two girlfriends, and they had other partners. Claire was more comfortable in group conversations than one-on-ones, but group relationships? I don't think so.

She sighed. When did I become so old-fashioned? Suddenly, the navy blue suit looked wrong.

She breathed deeply, silenced doubt, and walked out the door. Traffic was mercifully calm, and even parking wasn't too bad. One last look in the rear-view mirror. Smile! she reminded herself. Think of a bad joke. Erm... Where do you find mangoes? Wherever womangoes!

The receptionist greeted her warmly, "Come through, the rest are already here. As we're looking to hire a team, you're going to start with a group exercise." As Claire followed her through double doors, she smelled mangoes again, and discretely sniffed herself.

"You noticed the smell," the receptionist responded. "We told you there would be surprises. Your first task, if hired, will be our tropical fruit campaign."

Claire found herself in front of a round table around which interviewers and interviewees were sitting together. In the middle of the table was a large, aromatic pile of sliced mangoes on a tray. She remembered to smile. I can do this.

#story #fiction #flashfiction #writers #NoteToSelf #interview


 

Mina started exercising at the age of 98 :-)



Immagine/fotohttp://www.bygdanytt.no/magasin/Mina-100-pa-laurdag-er-sprekare-no-enn-da-ho-var-98-536937.html
(full article in Norwegian Nynorsk language - story parts translated (and all errors) by me)

“I take myself a trip while the old rests”, says Mina A. Raknes with twinkles in her eyes.

That the lusty Ostringen (name we call people living on the island; Osterøy) turns 100 years this Saturday, it is not easy to see. “It will be fun to turn 100 years. This I have never done before”, laughs Mina. Mina, who was dependent on using a walker, moved two years ago from her old house, where she had lived all her adult life, into an apartment-hotel for old people on Osterøytunet. A half year later and she had managed to park her walker for good. “I am in much better shape now than when I lived at home. There I usually only walked the short distance from the home and out to the mailbox to get the mail”, she explains.

The situation has changed. Mina started practicing/exercising and have become more fit as a 100-year-old than when she was 98-year-old. Two times a day does Mina find a suitable trail to walk that goes around Osterøytunet, regardless of weather conditions, it being rain or sun. “It is so important to exercise. You must not give up. It even helps to exercising when you are 100 years old”, says Mina who now only user a cane when she goes out on longer hikes.

The many walks have proven very effective. Mina, who tired quickly before have now become vigorous and fast. - “Yes, she has had great success. She is also very positive, which I think has made it easier to get older. She is a vigorous 100-year-old”, says Halvorsen (her technical coordinator). “I’ve received strict orders to tell the managers on Osterøytunet when I go out for a walk and when I'll be back. So I guess I just have to do it then” - she laughs, and hurries down the stairs. Ready for a new trip.

What is the meaning to life? (asks the journalist) Yes, who knows? I’ll probably remember tomorrow what I should have answered you today, she grins :-).
Jeebus what a smashing delightful funny old lady she is :-p, I’m impressed :-) See, always be active. It helps so much. One might argue it is the best medicine for your body and mind. Mina is the living proof that it is never too late to start :-) I love little stories like this, happy positive which offer inspiration. #Article #Happy #Story #Everyday #Win #Inspiration #Exercise #Walk


 

Mina started exercising at the age of 98 :-)



Immagine/fotohttp://www.bygdanytt.no/magasin/Mina-100-pa-laurdag-er-sprekare-no-enn-da-ho-var-98-536937.html
(full article in Norwegian Nynorsk language - story parts translated (and all errors) by me)

“I take myself a trip while the old rests”, says Mina A. Raknes with twinkles in her eyes.

That the lusty Ostringen (name we call people living on the island; Osterøy) turns 100 years this Saturday, it is not easy to see. “It will be fun to turn 100 years. This I have never done before”, laughs Mina. Mina, who was dependent on using a walker, moved two years ago from her old house, where she had lived all her adult life, into an apartment-hotel for old people on Osterøytunet. A half year later and she had managed to park her walker for good. “I am in much better shape now than when I lived at home. There I usually only walked the short distance from the home and out to the mailbox to get the mail”, she explains.

The situation has changed. Mina started practicing/exercising and have become more fit as a 100-year-old than when she was 98-year-old. Two times a day does Mina find a suitable trail to walk that goes around Osterøytunet, regardless of weather conditions, it being rain or sun. “It is so important to exercise. You must not give up. It even helps to exercising when you are 100 years old”, says Mina who now only user a cane when she goes out on longer hikes.

The many walks have proven very effective. Mina, who tired quickly before have now become vigorous and fast. - “Yes, she has had great success. She is also very positive, which I think has made it easier to get older. She is a vigorous 100-year-old”, says Halvorsen (her technical coordinator). “I’ve received strict orders to tell the managers on Osterøytunet when I go out for a walk and when I'll be back. So I guess I just have to do it then” - she laughs, and hurries down the stairs. Ready for a new trip.

What is the meaning to life? (asks the journalist) Yes, who knows? I’ll probably remember tomorrow what I should have answered you today, she grins :-).
Jeebus what a smashing delightful funny old lady she is :-p, I’m impressed :-) See, always be active. It helps so much. One might argue it is the best medicine for your body and mind. Mina is the living proof that it is never too late to start :-) I love little stories like this, happy positive which offer inspiration. #Article #Happy #Story #Everyday #Win #Inspiration #Exercise #Walk