Ramble
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Just another self portrait.
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Pendle Witch Country, in the Lancashire Pennines, is an area lying between (but also including) the north western edge of Bronte Country and the Ribble Valley, to the north and north east of which are Bowland, and the south western Yorkshire Dales respectively. The area is dominated by the dark brooding mass of Pendle Hill (shown above) and made famous (nay infamous) for its grim and fiendish association with the “Witches of Pendle”...
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This little critter’s Rambling round and round reminds me of a song: I Can’t Help but wonder where I’m bound* by Tom Paxton It’s a long and dusty road / It’s a hot and heavy load / And the folks I meet ain’t always kind / Some are bad and some are good / Some have done the best they could / Some have tried to ease my troubl’n mind / And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound / Where I’m bound / I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound / I’ve been wandering through this land / Just doin’ the best I can / Tryin’ to find what I was meant to do / And the people that I see / Look as worried as can be / And it looks like they are wonderin’,too / And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound / Where I’m bound / I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound / And I had me a buddy back home / But he started out to roam / And I hear he’s out by Frisco Bay / And, sometimes, when I’ve had a few / His old voice comes ringin’ through / And I’m goin’ out to see him some old day / If you see me passin’ by / And you sit and wonder why / And you wish that you were a rambler,too / Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor / Lace ‘em up and bar the door / Thank the stars for the roof that’s over you Can’t Help But Wonder Where I’m Bound is a song by Tom Paxton
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In and around chatsworth
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the reasons behind the winter blues
by dimarieEvery word has its meaning… / and a glimpse into why i’m me… / But it all sometimes will get a jumbled, / In the flow of thought from me…
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Tale of Terror
by Rhana GriffinThis is a tale that has been shared before… but not here. And so, because I missed out the last couple of Saturday Rambles due to unfo…
This is a tale that has been shared before… but not here. And so, because I missed out the last couple of Saturday Rambles due to unforseen circumstances I thought I’d give you all a nice long one to wrap your laughing gear around =)) Warning… This little tale is written in the language I speak, frequent use of course language may offend some viewers It finally happened… While cleaning up the boys room yesterday a huge bloodsucking (ok maybe they DON’T suck blood but they sure as hell look like they want to) Wolf Spider leapt out at me from its bunker where it had been patiently laying in wait just for me… I let out an ear piercing SHREEEEEEK and ran from the room as fast as I could!!! Then it hit me… Hubby was out. I was home alone, with two boys and a fucking great spider to deal with. ME!! There was no getting away from it, I was going to have face my greatest fear BY MYSELF!! If it had been in any other room aside from the boys, or perhaps my own, I would have simply closed the door, wedged a towel underneath (so it couldnt migrate of course) and gotten hubby to deal with it when he got home. But NOOOoooOOOOooo… it had to be in the room belonging to the fruit of my loins didnt it? The very same fruit of my loins that I am beholden to protect with my own LIFE. FUCK! So, while reassuring the boys there was “nothing to worry about go back and play in the toy room” – I really didnt need an audience – what I did next, in hindsight, surprised the shit out of me. I WENT LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO CATCH THE BLOODY THING IN! Why? Well I would like to say it was because we didnt have any fly spray, and that I was loathe to kill it with a shoe because the popping noise they make when they are squished is almost as horrid as they look. But no… Truth be known, I had this sweet little voice my head saying “I love spiders… They are my friends….” And then there was another rather gravelly voice saying “Spiders are beautiful…You are not allowed to kill them…” OH JUST BRILLIANT! I have been brainwashed into trying to capture this thing of my nightmares so that I can release it back into the wild in true Attenborough style. So with container in hand I snuck into the boys room on my very frightened tippy toes. Whew! It hadn’t moved, it was still there staring up at me with its multi faceted malevolent eyes. I had forgotten a lid but figured now that I had the little bugger in my sights no WAY was I going back for one. I would simply drop the container on it, place a large brick on top of the container (no Prison Break HERE thankyouverymuch this is not channel seven) and let hubby do the extraction when he got home. Ok… a couple of deep breaths, a quick prayer to the patron saint of cowards (dont bother googling, I made that one up) I line the little bugger up so he is directly under my container and… DROP IT!!! Of course, the eight legged terror scuttles away down the side of the dresser, where I can see him, but havent a hope in hell of catching him. Btw… the thought of moving the dresser didn’t even enter into my panic stricken mind at this point. TO HELL WITH IT I think to myself… I can’t leave him there, and I can’t catch him… he must DIE! Bye Bye Rhana Attenborough, hello Rhana the Exterminator. Muahahahahaaaaa! It’s around about this time that I discover, in fact, we haven’t got any fly spray… FUCK! What to do? Ok, I remember a couple of days ago, while we were out in the shed, hubby squirted some CRC (only I vaguely remember him saying it WASNT CRC, but something similar) onto a cockroach and it was lifeless within seconds. I figure if it can kill a creature that is supposed to be nuclear bomb proof then surely it will kill my fiendish horror in the bedroom. Off into the shed… Only to discover many, many MANY spray cans that LOOK like they could be kinda CRC, but with no real way of telling for sure. Bother… I end up settling for something that says it “Displaces, Protects, Penetrates and Lubricates” Well I figure if it is not the can hubby used, it is bound to give it a nasty headache at least, perhaps slow it down enough for safe capture. Back into the boys room. Whew! Again it hasn’t moved from its perceived safety bunker in between the dresser and the wall. I take careful aim and…. FIRE!!! He’s off! Quick as a flash he scampers away to where I can’t even see him now… but thats ok… I KNOW I hit him full on with the not-CRC-but-hopefully-something-like-CRC. I breathe a sigh of relief. Ok, so now he will curl up and die, and I will get hubby to hunt down his final resting place and remove his ugly carcass when he gets home. As I am walking out to the shed however, a disturbing thought crosses my mind. What if he is NOT doing as I have specifically asked and obediantly laying down to die? What if instead I have simply given him a not-CRC-but-hopefully-something-like-CRC rush? WHAT IF HE IS SECRETLY PLANNING HIS REVENGE WHILE HE IS OUT OF HIS HEAD??? Visions of this horrid eight-legged creature, red eyes and a bad case of the munchies coming down of his not-CRC-but-hopefully-something-like-CRC high launching itself out at me the next time I pass by the boys room fill my head. I head down to the pc room nervously… pass the room safely… WHEW! No hidden monsters waiting to pounce. I start to breathe easier and everytime I pass the boys room with no misadventure I become more secure in thinking that I really HAVE slain the beast. Coffee run… the perfect coffee in my hand, I walk back down to the pc room… blase and feeling pretty good about having protected my boys from the marauding menace… when… AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! The bloody thing has risen from the dead and launches itself, fangs bared at my throat!!! Ok… so maybe that isn’t quite accurate, perhaps its more like my ankles BUT IT DOESNT MATTER!!! That is mere semantics! The point is IT LIVES!!! And it is intent on terrorising me for the rest of my existence!! Which probably wont be long if my heart doesn’t slow down its terrible pounding! Distantly… through my haze of fear… as I stand there frozen to the spot lest the Spider be like the T-Rex and can only see its prey when it moves… I hear the voice of my eldest… “Mummy… Whats wrong?” Ahhhh… the fog starts to clear… slowly, I feel the blood pumping back into my extremeties… Mother Bear mode takes over and its all business. I shoo the boys out of the way, go back and get my discarded container, and drop it square on the little fucker – not even caring if I squish some of his legs under the sides (I didnt btw… it was a perfectly excecuted, right on target, military style drop) I grab something heavy and put it on top of the container. It’s not going ANYWHERE until hubby comes home. Which of course, he eventually does. Laughing at me for being such a girl… also laughing at me for thinking our captive Wolf Spider could maybe bench press over 300 times his own weight and escape my container (well you never do know do you?) he extracts the VERY LARGE AND VERY SCARY LOOKING spider and releases him back into the wild with a couple of aspirin and a glass of water for his coming down off his not-CRC-but-hopefully-something-like-CRC high headache… And so, dear readers, here ends my tale of terror… I hope you have enjoyed reading it, as much as it scared the shit outta me living it. Postscript: I bought Fly Spray at shopping… DISLAIMER / No Spiders, Wolf or otherwise, were harmed in the making of this story. Only because they proved to be elusive and not-CRC-but-something-like-CRC resistant.
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Photograph. Pendle Witch Country, in the Lancashire Pennines, is an area lying between (but also including) the north western edge of Bronte Country and the Ribble Valley, to the north and north east of which are Bowland, and the south western Yorkshire Dales respectively. The area is dominated by the dark brooding mass of Pendle Hill and made famous (nay infamous) for its grim and fiendish association with the “Witches of Pendle”… Places in and around Pendle Witch Country: Downham, this photo taken from the churchyard where some original Pendle Witches are buried.
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22nd July 2008 03:06am
by jaysevenWaiting on smart ideas to swim into me / While I sieve through my day for an identity. / Clutching at cures that I don’t believe in, / Hopin…
late night ramblings. I’ve decided fuck refining anything, let’s just start writing more. – and as such I’ll probably be doing this a lot, just to try and get the brain working again.
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Piscean ramblings
by dimarieScatty piscean, / Where is your soul… / Gone off swimmin, / Into the cold… / Trippa piscean, / Your heart it is bleedin, / The truth you’re…
dont ask! mind was going too fast for the pen to keep up. does any of this mean anything? / maybe. maybe not. / sometimes I just write instead of draw. / And things like these come into existence.
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Identity
by loloweNo moment of time is ever spent / In the same way. / No minute is exactly the same / As the last. / Something is always changing / Life is a…
It’s more of a ramble than a poem. One spoken in the shower to a voice inside my head.
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Dried honesty found on a walk around the park. There’s something so faery and otherworldly about the flat, transparent discs of parchment thin seed heads on this plant, also known as Moonwort or the Silver Dollar plant.
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A MAD RAMBLING
by KEITH R. WILLIAMSI SAW THIS IN SOMEONE ELSES WRITING / SO HERE I GO / I BEGIN LIKE THIS / I LOST MY MOTHER TO AIDS / RIGHT BEFORE MY SON WAS BORN / SHE WOULD …
I SAW THIS IN SOMEONE ELSES WRITING / SO HERE I GO / I BEGIN LIKE THIS / I LOST MY MOTHER TO AIDS / RIGHT BEFORE MY SON WAS BORN / SHE WOULD HAVE LOVED HIM SO MUCH / HAD FIVE BEAUTIFUL YEARS OF MARRIAGE / THEN IT DISAPPEARED I DON’T KNOW WHY / BELIEVE ME I DON’T / SEPARATION DROVE ME CRAZY FOR A MINUTE / BUT I BOUNCED BACK / THE PARTYING LED TO STUPID TROUBLE / THIS WOMAN ACCUSED ME OF DIGITAL RAPE / THAT’S WITH YOUR FINGERS / WHICH WAS A BLATANT LIE / SHE GOT MAD BECAUSE I WOULDN’T BE HER MAN / I MADE FUN OF HER IN FRONT OF HER ROOMMATE / THE NEXT DAY POLICE AT MY BROTHERS DOOR / FACED 1 TO 5 YEARS FOR A CRIME I DIDN’T COMMIT / LAUGHED AT THE TRIAL BECAUSE I KNEW I WAS INNOCENT / BUT FOR A YEAR I WAS NERVOUS, AND I KNEW WHY / A WHITE WOMAN IN THE SOUTH CRYING RAPE / THE BLACK MAN IN OLD DAYS WOULD OF BEEN HUNG / ANYWAY LIFE WENT ON I WAS A BAKERY MANAGER / I ENJOYED SERVING THE COMMUNITY, AND THEY LOVED ME / BUT I WAS STILL PARTYING, AND IT WAS SURE TO CATCH UP TO ME / NOW I WAS INVOLVED IN HAVING FUN WOMEN, AND CHILLING WITH THE FELLAS / FORGOT ALL ABOUT BEING A BETTER FATHER TO MY SON / STUPID WAS I, AND WHEN I REALIZED IT I FELT LIKE THE WOMAN PLAYED ME LIKE A HO. FUNNY I KNOW, SO I CHILLED, AND GOT MY MORALS TOGETHER WENT CELIBATE. THEN I LOST MY JOB, AND THEN I GOT DIVORCED, AND DEPRESSED, AND LOST MY PLACE BECAUSE I WAS STILL PARTYING INSTEAD OF LOOKING FOR A JOB. UNEMPLOYMENT RAN OUT AND I COULD HAVE LIVED WITH FAMILY BUT I CHOOSE TO DO IT ON MY OWN IN THE SHELTER. MY BEST FRIEND SAID FORGET THAT COME STAY WITH ME, AND I DID. GOT ANOTHER MANAGERS JOB THEN HAD ABDOMINAL SURGERY BECAUSE OF AN ULCER, AND A CANCER LESION. I KNOW, I KNOW, IT’S A ROUGH LIFE BUT HOLD ON IT GETS WORST. I START TO HEAL FROM THE SURGERY, AND ABOUT TO LOOK FOR A JOB. THEN MY LITTLE BROTHER COMMITS SUICIDE, AND BLOWS UP THE APARTMENT IN A GAS EXPLOSION. SO I’M BACK IN THE SHELTER WITH NO JOB, AND IN MISERY, AND AMAZINGLY I SURVIE, AND BECOME STRONG AGAIN, AND U KOW WHAT I THINK IT’S BECAUSE OF MY REDBUBBLE FAMILY HELPING ME THROUGH I THANK YOU. NOW ALL I NEED IS A JOB, AND THE CANCER IS GONE / LOVE KEITH
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Parental Leave...
by Kevin KroekerWell here I sit contemplating what to do… You see I have been on parental leave for 2 1/2 months now. I took 9 months off from work so …
Well here I sit contemplating what to do… You see I have been on parental leave for 2 1/2 months now. I took 9 months off from work so I could be at home and help my wife raise our newborn son. Things are proving to be quite interesting… lol. I am really loving the time off, and everyday I can see a difference in my little man. Fortunately my wife and I get along fabulously or this would not have been possible LOL!!!! In this time off I have; as my wife would say become addicted to my Bubble-crack lol! I check it first thing in the morning and its the last thing I check going to bed (is that pathetic????). I was reading a list that a fellow bubbler wrote about things to photograph when you are at a standstill or just can’t get out of the house (then an idea hit me, hence the pic of the broken camera… see link so I made a list, and on this list I have 28 items so far that I want to photograph; everything from a bowtie to an old shed in the backyard. So photography is keeping my mind sane or making it insane depending on what I can come up with to photograph. Well the little guy needs me so off I go… / / Cheers / / Kevin
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Amongst all the stuff humans created in their short story on Earth, this particular object was the crucial mark on our history, the one that drove things to completely different shores. Yes, something as simple as the light bulb (courtesy of Mr. Thomas Edison), the inauguration of an era where electricity is EVERYTHING. I don’t want to sound harsh but it truly means EVERYTHING! (lol now it sounds funny but I wouldn’t be typing this without electricity, and without it: no TV, no radio, no lamps, no nothing mainly… back to the sone age) Indeed, don’t you feel the silence when there is a blackout. Practically everything around us requires a power source, hence, my tribute to this very beginning, irony included. That lightbulb died yesterday, but now shone again thanks to that king of the skies known as the Sun. It might also be a premonition of what might happen at the current rate of resources consumption… Dozens of useless lightbulbs. Yay for taking common stuff and twist it into something weird! =)
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Heavy industry
by swordI live in a the north east of England, and when i was a child the whole area was teeming with Coal mines shipyards,and heavy industrial f…
I live in a the north east of England, and when i was a child the whole area was teeming with Coal mines shipyards,and heavy industrial factorys. They have all but gone now, and that is not entirely a bad thing.I do not miss the air filled with the smell of smoke, not only from the industry but also from all the small chimmneys belching smoke in every street and the noise from the steelworks just across the river. I do miss the guy on his bike coming up the street leaning his bike against the street lamp then standing on the saddle to light the gas in the lamp. I do miss watching the coal miner Mr Brown from two doors up setting of with his miners lamp, his leather gaiters and bandy legs shuffling up the street on a cold frost y morning to start the early shift, and i could then rush back to bed and snuggle up nice and warm knowing that i had a couple of hours sleep before i had to get up for school… In fact it is probably only nostalgia on my part that makes me paint this sort of image..My sincere apologies for rambling on. I MUST GET A LIFE.. best regards Peter
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My Ramble for the Day
by loloweEverything flows from a state not unlike that of the deepest sleep. Rhythms slow down, to a point where it seems that everything has beco…
Everything flows from a state not unlike that of the deepest sleep. Rhythms slow down, to a point where it seems that everything has become still. Dreams and reality collide, or rather, they mesh to form this strangely altered and beautiful existence. No one knows whether we live the dream or dream our lives anymore. I’ve found that the world to me is but a waking dream. Everything starts off so slowly and then we’re rushed. Rushed to the plot, the confict the climax and then we’re swayed by the eventual fall, the end. We hear ourselves talking, motivating us to take one step forward, or perhaps a step back. But never do we feel quite in control, as if we’re on the outside looking in. Have you ever thought back to your memories? How do you see them, through your own eyes, or are you looking at yourself from somewhere above? It’s strange how we make the choice, to live or watch. It’s the way we are I guess. I’ve been thinking a lot about the end. Not death really, just the end. The end of everything. I never really saw it as death, but just as a resting period before things awaken. It’s like we are all drifting into the quiet place, and when we are aware again, we realize just what our lives had truly been; a fog. A thick fog that only dissipates when the sunlight is strong enough to shatter it’s hold. I guess I’m waiting for the sunlight. One so strong that everything becomes illuminated.
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Exhibition Ramblings of the mad cornish pair
by imageworldHey, we on our way in to the big time we think, sorted out the black & white wall for our show, having 1 of our photo’s transfeered to ca…
Hey, we on our way in to the big time we think, sorted out the black & white wall for our show, having 1 of our photo’s transfeered to canvas a a trip tech, should be awesome, then two Black & white works to go along side & a black & white to go on the wall next to our feature of black & white work, the rest is going to be in colour, the exhibition has visions of North Cornwall as it’s theme, you have to have a theme, aparently, I said awesome works but Sue hasn’t stopped laughing yet, come up with a new pricing structure that makes our work more affordable & we also reworking the display potential of our Mobile gallery, we enjoying a rest in the weather, & Sue resting lot’s so we having fun, Keep on bubbling Paul,SueBump & Tiggs
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Tuesday Morning Photo Ramblings
by John De Bord Photography IPADamn it’s early, but I woke up wide awake….strange how that can happen…lol Anyways, how is everyone doing out there in Photoland?? Go…
Damn it’s early, but I woke up wide awake….strange how that can happen…lol Anyways, how is everyone doing out there in Photoland?? Good I hope! I have been busy shooting like a madman lately, need to get some more stuff in to the stock sites that I am on, as I am saving for my new gear! I think I am gonna go for the upcoming Sony Alpha A350…the 14MP will allow me a lotta flexability when shooting wildlife. I am also either going with the Sigma “Bigma” 50-500mm lens or the upcoming Tamron 70-200 F2.8 with a 2x Tele….have to wait to hear the reviews on that combo first. This weekend saw me shooting up at Guanella Pass up along the Continental Divide…and it saw me have a hair rasing experience like no other. There is no winter maintence on the road up there but all looked ok. Well Idecided to take my Dad with me and he drove his car. I was shooting away, got back in the car, when I look up ahead and see that the road is snow covered. Now mind ya we are at 11,000 feet, in the wilderness, with NO ONE anywhere around. So my Dad, thinking that the snow wasn’t deep, just gunned the car…..ummm….....ya about 4 feet deep there and there we sat…stuck…...and there I sat saying “wtf are YOU doing! Shit!” lol Luckily a couple that cross countries ski’s came by in their Toyota 4×4 and they had a tow strap and pulled us out. This really coulda been something bad…..needless to say it’s teh last time he is driving anywhere! lol Soi ya, I have a ton of shots to share with ya all. I will try to catch up here the coming days, I need to as I have noticed a HUGE decline in the feedback which I am getting :( Even more depressing, I haven’t sold a damn thing in over 2 months…... :( Gee I thought my work would look good on cards at least! lol Anyways, hope yer all well! / John
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ramblings of the heart
by Jacob Simkinwhat is this love that i do know? / will the stars engulf me tonight? / the sun rises / and falls / the moon floats around us / the bright lig…
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The Hardest Thing I Have Ever Done
by S.I. Sheehan and T.H. RepaskyA bit of Deja Vu scattered about like the fallen leaves, / Covered the ground as far as the eye could see. / What meaning could I read in t…
Poetry/prose flights of feelings expressed through metaphors of perception
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Wild flowers rambling over a rubble wall. A lizard can be seen sunning itself :)
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Ramblings of the Mad Cornish Pair
by imageworldWOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, 12k views, a big thank you to all those who have viewed our work & favourited & everything, we …
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, 12k views, a big thank you to all those who have viewed our work & favourited & everything, we are glad you like what we post & it gives a big buzz to read all your comments on our work, big thank you to those who have purchasedour work & we hope you enjoy looing at our images of our world, Paul,Sue,Bump & Tiggs
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ramblings of the mad cornish pair,
by imageworldwe back just when you thought it was safe to turn on your computer again, nope we back coming at you with our views on life down here in …
we back just when you thought it was safe to turn on your computer again, nope we back coming at you with our views on life down here in deepest darkest cornwall, we having some glorious weather just right to capture a shot for sunrise & sunset competiton, should be a stunner, & before you ask Sue still carrying our bambino less than 5 weeks to go until your subjected to baby photo’s, makes a change from seascapes I hear you say, we deep in decorating at the moment though the paint seems to be coming off as soon as we put it on, does any one know the logistics off painting emulsion on to a shiny red paintwork, bubblemail us if so if not worry for us cause the emulsion falling off big style, love the changes to the bubble machine & the way it’s going keep up the good work Happy bubbling Paul,Sue,Bump & tiggs
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a country character taking his dogs for a breath of air
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