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• SAD NEWS
  by Sorin Reck

  Last night i so on tv some image from the gypsy camp where i take the photos and they say one of the kind s die becouse the poor life con…

  Last night i so on tv some image from the gypsy camp where i take the photos and they say one of the kind s die becouse the poor life condition from there , i understand from the news it was the little one / This is the photo i tacke with 3 week s before this : / http://www.redbubble.com/people/sorin/art/295493-1-4-kids-and-their-home

• A sad day for me
  by Chris Willis

  I received the news early this morning that my dear Mum passed away in the night. Feeling pretty awful at the moment. She was a very old …

  I received the news early this morning that my dear Mum passed away in the night. Feeling pretty awful at the moment. She was a very old lady and a real blessing as a Mum…although dementia had changed her somewhat. So…If you don’t see any of my work…or hear from me over the next week…you know why. I’d appreciate your prayers over the coming days For now…..it’s goodbye Blessings / Chris

• Macabre...Know What it is?
  by Jake Easley

  Main Entry: ma·ca·bre / Pronunciation: (m-käbr, m-käb, -käbr) / Function: adjective / Etymology: French, from (danse) macabre dance of dea…

  Main Entry: ma·ca·bre / Pronunciation: (m-käbr, m-käb, -käbr) / Function: adjective / Etymology: French, from (danse) macabre dance of death, from Middle French (danse de) Macabré / 1 : having death as a subject : comprising or including a personalized representation of death / 2 : dwelling on the gruesome / 3 : tending to produce horror in a beholder / synonym see GHASTLY Any horror fans here? Yea…me neither? But, I do have a fondness for darkside images. Why? I don’t know. I have an entire list of dark image ideas I’ve jotted down over the last year. They just pop into my head. Why do I bring it up? Because it’s still photography. Unlike nature, structures, wildlife etc, the horror and macabre field takes some planning. I think that’s why I find them so rewarding. You have to envision a final image and make it happen, from start to finish. There are almost always going to be some type of props involved to portray the visual aspect of horror. But not always I guess? Why all this babble? Because like I said, I’m a fan of the photography side. So I’ve a few images to post that touch on the subject. I’ll mark each one as being sensitive (or whatever the check box is for adult content). But that may not stop you from seeing them. So…if you don’t to care to see some possibly disturbing images, you may not want to watch me anymore. The images will be tagged with the words this journal are tagged with. I’m not trying to chase anyone away, I just want everyone to know that it’s not all about HDR, humor and happy faces with me. Thanks for looking, reading and responding to all I’ve had to offer so far. If I get a big “we don’t want to see it” response, maybe I’ll hold off? We’ll see….

• Important and confronting shots.
  by Melinda Kerr

  / Hi, some of …

  / Hi, some of you may know I have many shots in my folio shot in some of the poorest parts of Africa. I am pleased to say that one of my travelling companions Rebecca Zachariah has joined RB and has started uploading her shots. In Africa Bec & I discussed at length our desire for people to see the harsh reality of life there. We saw hundreds of people traumatised by war, AIDS and otherwise preventable disease. Some of these shots and stories are not for the faint hearted but they are for the warm hearted. I encourage you to check out Bec’s work. As I say, it’s brutally honest. But we believe incredibly necessary.

• Doin' the Happy Dance!!! :-)
  by Jan Landers

  Someone started my morning off in a very blessed way today by purchasing ‘Love Never Dies’ card!!! Thank you so very much…I so apprec…

  Someone started my morning off in a very blessed way today by purchasing ‘Love Never Dies’ card!!! Thank you so very much…I so appreciate it and send with it many blessings to you….. peace, / jan

• Mon, November 17, 2008.... HOW SAD .....Debby the polar bear dies .......
  by Madeline M. Allen

  Zoo favourite one of the oldest bears on record Debby the polar bear dies ….... The world’s oldest living polar bear has died. / Deb…

  Zoo favourite one of the oldest bears on record Debby the polar bear dies ….... The world’s oldest living polar bear has died. / Debby the polar bear was euthanized Monday after spending her final moments surrounded by zookeepers and veterinarians, the Assiniboine Park zoo announced. / The polar bear’s health had been declining for several months but zoo officials said she remained active and alert until Monday, when a clinical exam indicated multiple organ failure. Born in Russia in 1966, Debby arrived at Winnipeg’s zoo as an orphaned cub the following year. She spent most of her life with her mate Skipper, and together they produced six surviving offspring. When Debby was 41 years old, she earned a place in the Guinness Book of Records as the world’s oldest living polar bear. At 42, she was among the top three oldest bears ever recorded among all eight species of bears. / “Debby was without a doubt the most famous animal in the Assiniboine Park Zoo’s 104-year history,” said zoo co-ordinator Dr. Gordon Glover. “Her uncanny ability to strike magnificent and charming poses resulted in her being featured in countless photographs, films and media stories. She will be missed by millions of zoo visitors.” The public is invited to celebrate Debby’s life at a ceremony at the zoo’s Animal Tracks Cafe from noon to 1 p.m. this Saturday. MY ARTWORK TO CELEBRATE DEBBY’S LIFE .................. / By: Madeline M. Allen DEBBY – GO AWAY / DEBBY – TUNDRA / DEBBY – AURORA POLARIS / DEBBY – SPIRIT OF THE TUNDRA / DEBBY – WINDSWEPT SPIRITS / DEBBY – MIDNIGHT ON THE TUNDRA / :DEBBY – DREAM SPIRIT / DEBBY – SPIRIT HUNTERS / :DEBBY – MA MA BEAR / DEBBY – WINDSWEPT SPIRITS AQUA {SOLD TO DAWN DAVIES} / SMUDGEART GALLERY / CHRISTMAS CARDS*

• Question asked of Me.....How Many Did You Watch Die?
  by Ginger Barritt

  I don’t exactly know where I’m going with this, so you’ll have to bear with me as this unfolds. I was asked tonight, how many people I…

  I don’t exactly know where I’m going with this, so you’ll have to bear with me as this unfolds. I was asked tonight, how many people I had watched die. This caught me off guard and I got emotional. This is not strange in one way, especially looking at it from some of your perspectives, since many of you, have not seen even one person slip from this world. It was part of my everyday world to watch people die for 10 years. I was the Patient Representative in the ER and it was I who took care of families of patients involved in trauma’s or life and death events such as strokes, MI’s and the like….or the simple slipping away of a person who’s body had worn out from time or disease. The answer to the question, how many, can not be answered by me…..I sometimes saw 2 or 3 at a time through accidents…and older people die every day. Day after day and week after week you become accustomed to this event…..I’m not saying it was easy to be with families when they lost someone…..it certainly was not…but I am comfortable with my beliefs in an afterlife and the cycle of life. The person who dies is beyond any help that I or the family can give them, as far as I know….. But as this person finished with this question…...How many people have you seen die? I was overwhelmed by visions of people dying…....There are many who have stayed with me for all these years….maybe because it was peaceful…such as an elderly lady who had until a few hours prior to her arrival, been working in her flower bed…..I stood by the bedside with her two daughters, listening to stories they needed to tell of their mother, her kindness, and how much she loved her flowers, while she quietly slipped away.. The very first one was a kid, a teenager who was on the verge of graduation from high school His father, who was an EMR had taken him to pick up the surprise graduation gift, a beautiful used motorcycle…..The kid eagarly jumped on and headed back toward home with his father in the car right behind him…They were anxious to get home and tinker with it the way father and son will…...Somehow, the son didn’t see the logging truck and went under the wheel….......We heard the father on the radio calling for the helicopter to please get there quickly, but it was much much too late….The boy died in his fathers arms while Mother, who was also an EMR listened helplessly to every word on their scanner at home…. Some are so horrifying, as a woman, I can’t wrap my head around it…...I thought the EMTs had brought in a doll…..That’s what she looked like….a beautiful small doll….but that wasn’t it….it was a baby….a mother had been having a party at her house…the baby was crying so she put it in the car seat….in the garage…..with the car running…...then went to sleep….. Some, are so ….. dramatic….one of the deaths was a young African American man who died of a stroke….he had about 60 friends and family waiting with me in the family rooms…..I was nervous anyway, because there were so many people and I was new…...They were understandably anxious, upset, and demanding information that for the moment no one had….but the Doctor that day was a very matter of fact, no nonsense man who came back to the room and sat down, and simply blurted out to all of these folks…..He’s gone….He’s dead…......... I was totally unprepared for what happened next….Everyone hit the floor…..I mean I looked around and they were dropping like flies........I don’t know how long I stood there, but when I came to my senses, I ran from person to person asking uselessly, are you Ok? I looked back and the Doctor was still sitting on his chair with his legs crossed calmly watching me in my panic, trying to help those with their own panic…..Then he calmly got up, and walked over first one and then another, of the writhing sea of family….leaving me to grab wash cloths and ice and try to calm them as best as I could…. I was there when a woman came in shot in the belly…..as she was dying, she talked to her husband….it became apparent that he was the one who shot her…. An elderly man was dying a very slow death from cancer and decided to end it with a gun…....His wife of over 50 years tried to take it away from him. They struggled, but he succeeded and was mortally wounded when he arrived with us…..His wife, who had loved him for so long, now struggled with an event and an image which would overshadow any and all of her former good memories of her life with him….she would always come back to that moment, as she sat there silently crying, I washed the blood from her face and hands with wash cloths. The very same night in another part of the ER another husband and wife were holding hands…...as I took her up to intensive care where her husband would die later that night, she told me how he was her first and only love and how hard it was to say goodbye to your whole world…...but I wanted to hug her, which I did, but I couldn’t tell her how lucky she was to be able to sweetly kiss the man you love goodbye and still keep all the wonderful memories without the tarnish. This night always stayed with me because of the tragic contrast…..Maybe because I was meant to tell this story one day. I could go on and parts of me want to, maybe to release these ghosts forever, but I’ll do it another day…..So to that person who ask me how many….I don’t know….

• ANY WHO VOTED FOR OBAMA, PLEASE WATCH THIS
  by Elaine Farmer

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• A second way to show support to Axel's family-donations
  by sunset

  Dear all. As we have received much kindness and giving towards the / Moore family, we have enough pledges towards a print to give. ...

  Dear all. As we have received much kindness and giving towards the / Moore family, we have enough pledges towards a print to give. We will list all those who donate to both the print and to the emergency help fund, which will either go in the memorial book, or with the print. This is a fantastic reflection on you, who have demonstrated the caring nature of this community. Many people have expressed disappointment in not being able to make their contribution, so I researched and found a way to do so on paypal. (also inc’d in the previous journal entry.) There are a number of unexpected expenses the family has incurred due to the event, such as the Careflight helicopter coming out, and time off work. These things put an added pressure on a family at times such as these. The paypal system is easy, using their email address, which is family@origoblue.com.au Account name Glen Moore The link to paypal is here All ways of contributing to the family are greatly appreciated, and really make a difference to their lives. It is a really positive way to help someone when you’re not sure ‘what you can do”-here is another way. Thank you all for your generosity. kind regards xsunset

• My Sweet Lu Lu Is gone
  by BarbaraWilliams

  I recently posted a picture of my yorkie who was pregnant. She went into distress this morning and died in my husband’s arms. She had 5 p…

  I recently posted a picture of my yorkie who was pregnant. She went into distress this morning and died in my husband’s arms. She had 5 puppies and 3 were trying to come out at one time . 2 were up in her lung area and she started having trouble breathing. We gave her mouth to mouth and heart pushing. She came back for about 2 minutes and then was gone again. We were at the vets in 5 minutes but it was to late to save here or the puppies. I am in shock! I feel like my heart is going to break. I feel so responsible. I can’t breathe. I am so crushed.

• Goodbye Nearly....
  by Wendy Slee

  This seems like the right place now to just voice my thoughts….. / “Nearly…” / to some, he may have only been a cat…. / to us, sure, h…

  This seems like the right place now to just voice my thoughts….. / “Nearly…” / to some, he may have only been a cat…. / to us, sure, he was one of five….but he was also family. / And he was a tiny part of RedBubble….. / after all, the boy featured in some fun cat images I recently posted and also ironically, another t-shirt designed only last week. Just a little story about how he got his name – he did have a lucky twelve months…..as a wee kitty, in a large litter, plus a few strays we adopted, HE was the one that kept falling in the toilet (when the kids left the lid up!) and one day I came home and found him drowned in there. It was the worst thing to find. / Yes, terrible, but what was worse than carryiing that little body out to give it a burial, was hearing this creepy deep moan emitting from him when I placed him on the ground wrapped in a towel!!! / Can you imagine! aaargh “It’s alive!!!” / And so we revived him, thawed him out, eyedroppered good stuff into him until the rigor passed, and saved his little hide. / And so we named him “Nearly” because he nearly wasn’t! / This last precious year was our gift to each other. My children and I have just come home from the vet without Nearly, our big fat dearly loved gentle giant…... / He was so very sick with some sudden disease – our homeloving boy went out two days ago, maybe a night on the tiles, who knows, came home this morning looking like crap and unable to breathe…not sure whether cat ‘flu, or results of a tomcat brawl, or even snake bite, but suffice to say, after the vet’s opinion of how bad he was, the kindest option for our poor boy was to bless him, thank him, and let him go. Upon our goodbyes, he still managed to arch his back up and “go for the pat” like a final farewell…... / What can I say…....we left him in tears… I had to write a little something for him somewhere, this seems like the best place, as I know there are plenty of cat lovers here who appreciate the space our little friends leave behind when they move on. / And that footprints remain in the heart long after the paws have gone….. Peace

• Venice - A Dying Queen...
  by Zeanana

  Hello everyone, Sorry, I have been absent for quite some time. I have not followed all of your postings, nor have I spent much time be…

  Hello everyone, Sorry, I have been absent for quite some time. I have not followed all of your postings, nor have I spent much time behind the computer in general. I apologize for being so very negligent. However, the reason for this is simple: I was on vacation. The title already betrays it. My ways had led me into the Italian Capital of Rennaissance: Venice. / But let me tell you my tale from the start. We departed Vienna on a rainy Tuesday evening. Vienna had cooled down considerably and I was looking forward to get further south, hoping the sun was still shining there. / We flew in one of those tiny Dash Propeller Machines and the sight alone, watching this everspinning wheel lift us in the air actually lifted my spirts. I do like aircrafts a lot and working at the airport once was a pleasure for my travelling soul. Anyways … Let me return to Venezia. On our approach, we broke through the cloud and so close to the city, that we even saw th Piazza San Marco from the aircraft. I was delighted, when finally for the first time in my life I picked the right side to sit at the window and the pilot drew another circle over the city, before slowly landing. When we got off the aircraft, we had the absolute luck of warm temperature greeting us, although the moon was already brightly lighting the sky. / We picked our luggage from the belts and found the right “Waterbus” that would bring us across the sea, past the Lido towards the Gran Canale and the Piazza di San Marco. Let me tell you, there is magic in approaching Venice on a full moon night, just a few minutes past midnight, the city sleeping and not a human soul around. / The old diva Venice presented itself to us in her most beautiful night gown and I think I fell in love with her that moment. It took us about 40 minutes to find the hotel. We struggled with our luggage over small bridges, passing small rivers, canals, seeing a nightly Venice, the gently lit streets (a lot of the streetlamps were off already, as we were so late and only a few dimly yellow candles and lights were still lighting our paths)... It was a gorgeous walk, despite me being horribly worn out and tired! Those moments though I enjoyed with my heart and soul – not with my camera. In such, I have no pictures to show you from this first night, apart from the tale I tell. We reached our hotel “La Fenice” – a wonderful little hotel completely in rennaissance style. A small palace, a cute restaurant and beautifully decorated rooms. Great Bathroom, too! Well, I was very glad to find my bed, crash down and fall asleep instantly. We (one of my closest friends James and I) slept until 9 the next morning, slowly got to breakfast and started the day very, very comfortably. I unpacked my suitcase and distributed my clothes into the neat, old highly decorated cupboards. I have to admit, I felt like a little princess :D It was nearly noon by the time we finally braved Venice. The heat crashed down on us like a hammer on an anvil. The crowd’s noise waved over us, rendering us deaf for a few moments, the motorboats around us made me stare speechlessly at the place I ended up at. Was that still the same place, I just arrived at the night before? / Was that still that beautiful Venice I couldn’t wait to explore? / James still spoke highly of it and told me what he wanted me to see, and pointed many things out what we had to do. It took me a moment to regain my composure to follow him out into the busy street. It took us ages to reach th ePiazza di San Marco… and when we finally reached it, we couldn’t even see it. So many people! I was about to turn away disappointedly, when I saw a little girl, maybe 6 years old, pigeons all around her and she was gargling with happiness as one actually sat on her hand, and another on her shoulder. She screeched with delight, when suddenly her bigger sister ran up and the pigeons would soar off in a loud flapping of winds. For a moment, the crowds were blocked out and it was just me, the two girls, the birds – and the wind. Slowly we moved on. Past the Rialto, into small side streets, getting ourselves lost – finding ourselves in a small covered square. My eye fell onto a dress. It stood there on a puppet. A wide skirt, corsage, bright blue with green ribbons. A small sign over it “handmade, please no photos”. Not the usual signs you find “Do not Touch”. Just “no photos”. I love dresses. I drew closer. I peered into the door hidden behind the dress. “Come in, come in, the dresses don’t bite!” we suddenly heard a voice. Curiously, we drew closer and stepped a few steps into the only dimly lit room. The things that were under brighter lighting were dresses, costumes, masks, wigs, gloves, hats, plumes… Everything in the colourful style of the Rennaissance period. My eyes watered. The whole store was gorgeous! Inmidst we found a woman – slightly smaller than myself, grinning at us happily and before we knew it, she told us all about her dresses. I could see, she loves every single bead in them, every single inch of fabric. Everything glides through her hands with a loving gentleness, a caress for each piece of work. The whole lady seemed to radiate joy and pride. I liked her instantly! / She introduced herself as Flavia. She has been sewing costumes for the Venice Carneval for 35 years. Each and every piece she works on is unique. She never uses the same fabric for two dresses. After we had already spoken for over an hour she suddenly said (me having no intention to buy anything, because I just don’t have those funds!) “I don’t have much your size, normally my customers are bigger than you are – sizes 40 – 44 and such, but I have one left from my last collection. Come and try it!” Only moments later I found myself in a dress with a name “Nerina” – the little black one! / My gosh.. The fabric, the skirt, the top, the sleeves, the bag – a suiting mask. I was stunned. Wearing it, I felt not like a little princess anymore. I felt like a queen. / Even Flavia grinned and she said “Well, it’s from my last collection and another girl rented it before you are wearing it.” I failed trying to convince myself NOT to buy it… James actually turned me over the second he said “You look great in it – as if the dress had just been made for you, waiting here! We’ll pay fifty – fifty!” ... And so we did… / I am now the proud owner of an original Venice Carneval Costume! Still on an absolute high, we went back to carry Nerina into my closet. The crowds didn’t bug me in the slightest, the noise was music and the yelling kids were rhythm. Dearest, what did I do… I just hope with all my heart, I will have more than just 1 opportunity / year to wear it, and I hope even more, that it still will fit me in a couple of years! We then went for dinner and afterwards into the hotel with the plan to get up the next morning, early enough to avoid most of the crowds – we failed. Again, we left the hotel around 10 am, braved the crowds, but then found our way into quarters further away from the tourist centers. Late morning found us back at Flavia’s Gallery. And hear, hear, I found a great mask going with the dress, and James picked himself a Costume, forming the perfect male counterpart ;c) ... Flavia suggested to watch the Sunrise over Piazza di San Marco. Morning at 5 am not a single soul is there, and the whole piazza would shine beautifully, she promised. The idea started to ripen to take the costume and actually take pictures of and in it around some empty Venecian palazzos, the Piazza, Rialto, etc. / Again we spent hours with her, went out to eat with her and returned to the hotel early in the evening. / We went to bed early and the next morning we put our plan halfway into action. It was too cold for the costume – the cold front we had had in Vienna the week before having reached Venice. / We got up none-the-less and we did see the sunrise over the Piazza. The city presented itself in her most gorgeous morning dress. We walked the whole morning through the quarters – North of Rialto, Down the waterfront, sidealong Canals and rivers, returning to the hotel just once briefly for breakfast and then only again in the afternoon. We concluded our vacation in the very same rhythm. Rising with the sun, enjoying the quiet city, and when the crowds came, we went elsewhere, avoiding the other tourists. We managed to see a Venice as it truly is: Venice. The city, that once housed over 250000 Venecian people today only is home to 50000 and millions of tourists. / Venice itself shows in all its prunk and colour, and yet, the windows are closed, the shutters shunning everything out that’s outside, closing in, what’s inside. / The paint is peeling from the wooden planks, the walls are porouse. Venice slowly loses its glamour. The bigger palazzos hold 4 – 5 star hotels, Prada, Gucci, Luis Vuitton. It almost seems as if someone tried to put Make-Up on a dying lady, to give her a last time the feeling of being beautiful and in fact, just creating an image, that does add a sweet bitter feeling of pity to the still deeply rooting admiration. Once, the most powerful Adriatic City, the holder of fleets and markets, the center point of trade, Art and money is dying, keeping itself up, living only through millions and millions of tourists, like parasites being the only things left, that brings movement into a dead body. And yet, you can still see its old beauty. / Don’t get me wrong: Venice is a wonderful place. Beautiful and so rich in history. But as much as I adore it, as I fell in love with it, I also feel deep pity for it. How long will it still last, this fading picture of the past? One more thing, I would like to tell you about Venice. Just because I never was there and thought, I’ll have to add it, we went the Lido. / And I have never in my whole life seen such a thing! The whole beach is just: Shells, Mussles, Snails, forms and jewels of the sea in such vast amounts, one just needed to reach down and take a handful and would hold tens of shells in all forms and sizes. / A paradise for a lover of the small things. / The perfect place to find material for mosaiks, shell pictures, sand castles. / We were lucky, it was cold and windy. Not many people were at the beach and in such I was able to enjoy it more than if it had been crowded :) I left Venice on Sunday morning with a laughing and a crying eye and the promise to be back. One day… / She’ll always be in my heart – the dying queen… For those who are interested, please find Flavia’s Dresses online here: http://www.veniceatelier.com/INGLESE.htm

• bad news..stepfather near death
  by Cheryl Dunning

  Well it doesn’t look like this year will start off very good… / My step father managed to catch pneumonia (he’s 68) but has already had …

  Well it doesn’t look like this year will start off very good… / My step father managed to catch pneumonia (he’s 68) but has already had 5 strokes (4 of them very minor). plus he’ s a fairly heavy smoker ..and is losing his mind… / could be alzheimers or from the strokes..who knows really… but he collapsed on tuesday – his eyes glassed over and he landed on the floor. / the ambulance took him to the hospital they said it was pneumonia and that they were going to keep him there…and then yesterday they had to put a tube down his throat because something was blocked (he couldn’‘t ge the mucus out)..and then they were going to have to transfer him to another hospital because there were no beds available at that hospital in intensive care. So…they shipped him to another hospital (way across town) and put him in intensive care there..he still has the tube down his throat…to breathe..the nurses there said he was near death because he was already turning blue….. / and its immediate family only for where he is..yes..I count..but I am sick myself.. / so..I don’t know that I can go visit him. My real father passed away last year..and was in the hospital at the same time as my step father was having his knee replacement surgery last may… / only thing was ..my dad was at a hospital around an hour or so out of winnipeg..and my step dad was here..but not at a close hospital either..so I spent a lot of time last april and may running back and forth between the 2… / now.. / here we go again…its only 1 this time..but this will be harder to get over if he passes away then it was when my real father passed away. Because I know my stepfather better… / my father never really paid any attention to the fact that I was alive.so… / I dunno.. / i’m kinda down today

• ARE WE TO BE " PEARS" ?
  by caroline (caux)-Evans

  ” Once upon a time, they were , living in a far of Land , a community of people that one called :HEARTISTS . / They were very sensitive p…

  ” Once upon a time, they were , living in a far of Land , a community of people that one called :HEARTISTS . / They were very sensitive people and many in their life had experienced hardship. / They believed in sharing with the world, what was most precious to them! / So, day after day, they were giving time, and endless efforts to capture, Beauty, Horrors, Injustices, and everything that touched them to the guts. / Life wasnt easy for them. / And many didnt make it, because they couldnt feed themselves properly and take care of their youngs. / Because one must remember , that HEARTISTS were just as everyone else and many had families to raise. / In their Land, nothing was free of charge. / Bills were pilling up, and when they couldnt pay, the electricity would not flow any more! / The refrigerator would be empty, the gaz tank of their car ; dry! / But most of all, their moral, would be very low. / The governor of this far away Land, wasnt very interested in their ordeal. / It was fine for him to spend, in a few minutes, what the HEARTISTS would earn in a few months or years. / But this man , had a very stony heart. / He would go hunting for precious goods all over the planet, and neglect the jewels he had in his own Land. / In the streets, sometimes, at night , you could hear people cry! / Or someone , would try to end his life, because he couldnt find any issue to his ordeal and torture. / The atmosphere grew heavier day by day, and many people and families would leave the Land . / To go where ? / They packed the little they had and carried their children on their back. / To which Land could they go to? / One day, may be the Lord of this Land, would question himself , and wonder why there had been , lately, a great migration , towards the South, the East, the West, the North. / But , that might be to late. Copyright &nbsp2008 CarolineCaux@AlphaShots – All Rights Reserved

• Urgent. Does anyone know anything about goldfish?
  by elizabethrose05

  hey / i need urgent help before my favourite goldfish dies.. / a few days ago, i noticed white spots on my goldfish’s tail, fins and head. ...

  hey / i need urgent help before my favourite goldfish dies.. / a few days ago, i noticed white spots on my goldfish’s tail, fins and head. so i thought it was a disease called white spot. / i thought i’d leave it a day or 2 and see how he’s going.. / today i checked on him and his tail is all jaggered and munched. / i don’t think the other fish have been eating it, and i was wondering if it could have something to do with the disease. / is it white spot or something else? / he still has the white spots.. and a jaggeredy tailll….. / HELPP!!

• Computer Died Sunday Night While Surfing RB
  by SofaKingWeird

  Well I’m back up and running after my computer died in the middle of surfing RedBubble on Sunday night. It appears to be a motherboard pr…

  Well I’m back up and running after my computer died in the middle of surfing RedBubble on Sunday night. It appears to be a motherboard problem, so I don’t know how long I’ll be up running. I played with some setting in the BIOS the past couple of days and finally found a combination of settings that work. If I leave it running and don’t turn it off maybe I can be up and running long enough to get a replacement motherboard. If I can get a motherboard this weekend it should take 3-4 hours to do the change over and all the software updates. So if you don’t see me for a couple of days you will know what happened. I’ll be backing up all my docs and photos to external Hard Drives today so it will take me a couple of days to get caught up on RB. Sorry if I missed your latest work but I’m trying my best to get a stable computer.

• Beloved Dutch artist Jan Wolkers died
  by Martin Derksema

  In the Netherlands Jan Wolkers was a very beloved writer, sculptor…

  In the Netherlands Jan Wolkers was a very beloved writer, sculptor and painter. On friday October 19th he died in his sleep at the age of 81 in his house on the Dutch island Texel. Jan Wolkers started his career as a sculptor. He really became famous as a writer. A very well-known novel he wrote was Turkish Delight, which has been translated in languages all over the world. In the beginning of his career as a writer he caused a lot of turbulence in Dutch society. This had to do with the fact he has a very open and blunt style of writing about sex. Wolkers grew up in an orthodox Christian family. In his books he attacked the madness and hypocrisy of this social environment. This also made a lot of people angry. He wrote about love, death, sex and nature. He was a passionate lover of nature. He published 44 books and was honoured for his work with the P.C. Hooft Prijs, the highest literary order in the Netherlands, for his complete works. Jan Wolkers was one of the Great Four, as they were called in Holland. The Great Four were four writers considered the most successful writers after World War II: Jan Wolkers, Harry Mullish, Gerard Reve and Willem Frederik Hermans. Next to his work as a writer he always continued working as a sculptor and painter. I would like to share an anecdote with you. Jan Wolkers lived on the island Texel. Now and then he gave guided tours through the nature of the island for school classes. I once met a young women who had attended such a tour. She told me they were walking through the dunes. Every 15 minutes or so Wolkers stopped and dug up a bottle of red wine, which he had hidden there. He uncorked the bottle, swallowed a generous amount of the red fluid, wiped his mouth and said: ‘Yes, nature is beautiful, but incredibly boring.’ Then he would hide the bottle again. I have always loved Wolkers very much. He was a man with a great loving heart and a fantastic sense of humour. He was honest and he was himself. Also he was a great artist and writer. Now that I am writing this, I sense that I will really miss him. If you want to see some of his work as a painter, click here If you want to read a biography in English, click here Some images of Wolkers in his atelier you will find here I want to thank Jan Wolkers for bringing so much beauty into my life and for always being a torch of light in Dutch society.

• Get the bad news and then you can stop worrying.
  by Gregoryno6

  The Death Psychic will answer that one question you’ve never really dared ask aloud. This isn’t the …

  The Death Psychic will answer that one question you’ve never really dared ask aloud. This isn’t the end that I would have hoped for You’re caught cheating at miniature golf and are beaten to death with a small windmill Something quick and painless would have been my preference; I think I’ll miss on both counts. EXTRA TREAT! / THE EVIL SANTA GENERATOR!!! / Don’t bother about clicking the buttons, just run your mouse all over his face. / Save the link for next year, show it to your pesky relatives, and you won’t see them again until July. All the more money to spend on yourself!

• Die Hel
  by Deon de Waal

  I off to “Die Hel” for the weekend. / Translated that means Litterally “The Hell” and is a 30 km long valley in the middle of the Swartber…

  I off to “Die Hel” for the weekend. / Translated that means Litterally “The Hell” and is a 30 km long valley in the middle of the Swartberg Mountain range near Oudtshoorn, South Africa. Its 30km long 600 meters wide and a 1000m deep. It has a fascinating history and hopefully I’ll come back with some awesome pics. See y’all next week. D

• Baby Elephant no longer walks
  by Al Bourassa

  This is the very sad news story of today. / Death of baby elephant devastates Calgary Zoo staff / November 01, 2008 – 2:30 pm Malti the …

  This is the very sad news story of today. / Death of baby elephant devastates Calgary Zoo staff / November 01, 2008 – 2:30 pm Malti the elephant has died. Shortly after two o’clock Saturday afternoon, Malti awoke from a nap and collapsed. Calgary Zoo’s Laurie Herron says the elephant calf passed away surrounded by her keepers. She says it’s like losing a child, and workers are absolutely devastated. Malti fell ill earlier this week and the diagnosis of elephant herpes virus was confirmed Friday. The disease, which has also been diagnosed in the wild, is responsible for the death of nearly a dozen young North American elephants in the past 20 years.

• My cat -hit by a car- died- and came back to life
  by catblack

  about 10 minutes ago my brother started to shout from the bottom of the stairs / “NOO NOOOO” his voice was full of fear, i never heard th…

  about 10 minutes ago my brother started to shout from the bottom of the stairs / “NOO NOOOO” his voice was full of fear, i never heard that sort of tone used before. i ran from my room to investigate, he was almost crying “NOOO NOT CHUFF, NOO!” when i heard the name “chuff” i knew something had happened to our cat. I saw my brother going to the front door, it was open, it was after dusk outside and the wind was blowing. i briskly reached the bottom of the stairs, my brother now in tears and sobbing “noo, nooo” I went to Rena, she was standing in the dim light with a cat in her arms, a dead cat. the wind was wild and Ian stood beside her. my brother collapsed on a garden chair roaring in tears. i could barely ask “WHAT HAPPENED?”, i just got a reply, “SHE’S DEAD ZARAH, SHE’S DEAD”. I broke down, Cal was crying, Rena was standing with the dead cat in her arms, blood dripping everywhere and i was crying on her shoulder. Ian stood and cursed the person who did it. The wind was still blowing wildly and we were standing with our clothes and hair blowing, bare foot crying our hearts out for the little cat, that didn’t deserve this. i touched its head and little blood droplets fell on my fingers. it made me cry even more. my mother told us “IT’S OK, SHE DIED INSTANTLY” but she was crying too and nothing could console us. my brother was angry. he stood up, tears and sobs and came to chuff to take another look. we all stood huddled outside the front door. it was open and the things inside the door were beginning to be blown around by the wind. our tears came in bursts, and cries too. then from sheer fright cal shouted “CHUFF!!!!” he sounded like he was shocked, i looked up from my mother’s shoulder, i saw a cat running in through the kitchen door. it was unmistakable. brown tabby marks. black spots and patches. it was chuff alright. she came back from the dead. my mother let a huge magnanimous laugh out of her and i threw my head back in laughter too. Cal went after her calling her like a baby, “CHUFF< COME HERE < COME ON CHUFF” Rena wasn’t holding chuff in her arms, it was tigger, out neighbours cat. She was holding the empty body of a little 9 year old’s cat. I carried the cat to their house, wrapped in a towel. I didn’t even put shoes on, i was crying for their loss, didn’t think. as i knocked on the door another burst of tears came rolling out even though i tried to hide it. i felt so bad for the poor animal. Chuff is alive. I can’t describe how I feel right now. I had prepared myself to face the death of my cat, I had EMOTIONALY prepared myself and then I realised that it was all a hoax of some sort. It’s the most horrible feeling ever. I love you CHUFF

• i am so bored.. please talk to meee!
  by elizabethrose05

  i am so bored. / i am so bored. / la. la. lalala. im at schoooooolllll.. and bored… / my hermit crab died =[ should i buy another he…

  i am so bored. / i am so bored. / la. la. lalala. im at schoooooolllll.. and bored… / my hermit crab died =[ should i buy another hermit crab…. or angel fish? / fish are easier to look after….......... / and they don’t bite…... / but i miss Voodeedooooooo :( Please talk to me… / im bored.. Blue / xx

• EMERGENCY: Instead of buying fr me, please HELP these dying birds by donating to IFAW
  by DLKeur

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  Please Help! 30,000 birds dead, thousands more covered in oil / This week a massive storm swept into the Black Sea sinking dozens of ships and breaking apart a Russian oil tanker. Over a half million gallons of thick fuel oil was spilled and initial reports suggest some 30,000 birds may have been killed. Thousands more are covered in oil and face death in the coming weeks. Help rescue wildlife in crisis – Make a donation to support IFAW’s animal rescue mission Over 50 kilometers of Russian coastline are impacted by this oil spill, including critical habitat for migrating and wintering birds. At the Russian government’s request we’ve deployed our emergency response team to help as many as possible of the tens of thousands of animals suffering in the wake of this disaster. Because oil spills like this cause widespread devastation to coastal ecosystems and marine life IFAW created the Emergency Relief Team. Since 1989 when IFAW responded to the massive Exxon Valdez oil spill in Alaska we have become a world-class team of experts in rehabilitating animals injured in oil spills. When there is a disaster, your support helps us provide the best care possible for oiled wildlife globally. Every day animals are thrown into life-threatening situations. IFAW is dramatically improving their chances of survival by making expertise widely available and coordinating vital on-the-ground efforts to save lives and end suffering. Bring New Hope to Animals in Crisis – Help support IFAW’s animal rescue mission

• Attention Pet Owners and Animal Lovers!!
  by Crockpot

  I just got this email from a friend and felt I needed to share it with you all… _(NOTE: There are several herbal and organic SA…

  I just got this email from a friend and felt I needed to share it with you all… (NOTE: There are several herbal and organic SAFE remedies for fleas and other problems for both cats and dogs! Please see the bottom of this entry for links to online shops.) I found my (normally very healthy) cat today moving erratically in my basement, kind of staring into a corner. Dad confirmed that there was something wrong with him.. so we called the vet and she said that it sounded like he was having minor seizures(he probably had a bigger one earlier when we weren’t around, as we found vomit around his mouth and on his paws and vomiting goes hand-in-hand with seizures). On the way to the vet’s I mentioned that the flea medication, BioSpot, that my mom had applied a few days ago might be the cause. Lo and behold when the vet saw the greasy residue left on the back of my cat’s neck and confirmed that it was BioSpot, she told us that it was definitely the culprit. She said this happens ALL OF THE TIME with cats a day or so after BioSpot has been applied(it can happen in dogs too but apparently not as much). It works by being absorbed into the hair follicles and then spreads throughout the whole body. It’s a lot cheaper than the prescription stuff, but we bought it at PetSmart(a leading pet retailer) so we of course assumed there would be no risk. But I guess they (like so many other huge companies) are just out for an easy buck, because when you see websites like hartzvictims.org that have reported THOUSANDS of cases of cats seizing/dying from this products, you’d think they would be more aware of the problem. I’m sitting in my room, watching my poor cat still slightly convulsing on the bed. We’ve bathed him of course, and the vet has given him shots and medication for a month. He is slightly responsive to movement and petting. We have to monitor him for 3 days(and give him a bath every day for a week), and if he’s better after that he’ll probably pull through. It’s up in the air now. So horrible to see him like this. I have already contacted the local petsmart and talked to the manager, and will contact corporate when they are available. I have also emailed our local paper in the hopes that they will alert the public about this…and now I’m informing you guys! Spread the word…protect your animals… do NOT use BioSpot(or any other OOC flea medication). hartzvictims.org (hartz is the company under which biospot is sold) elversonpuzzle.com (about a dog’s reaction to it) Online Stores for Herbal and/or Natural Pet Remedies Only Natural Pet Store (where I personally shop) Drs. Foster and Smith Natural Pet Market