This week’s photo challenge is Escape. We’ve already posted photos of the sort of passive escapees that we see on our kayak travels, but here’s a more active one…

This happens often. The bird—around here, it’s usually a Canada goose or a mallard duck—will just sit there until the last possible moment, not quite believing that this is happening…

Then it will take off. But more often than not, especially on a narrow river, it will land just a short distance in front, still in the path of the kayak. And a minute or two later the entire performance will repeat… One time I had a duck repeat its escape, with greater and greater exasperation, seven or eight times in a row until it finally got the message that it should circle round and land behind the kayak.

(We usually try to paddle around the birds if we can, especially in winter when they need all their energy. But when there are birds sitting everywhere on the water, it’s hard to avoid them  all.)

Ducks do seem to be relatively slow learners. Gulls, on the other hand… By now we have a pretty good idea of the distinct ways in which different bird species interact with passing paddlers. But that’s material for another post… ;-)

ESCAPE the landfill and recycle!!!!

Whooper Swan at Levenmouth

This Whooper Swan cuts a lonely figure as it drifts across Levenmouth pool.  It has obviously missed the migration north to Iceland that its kin have embarked on.  There could be a number of reasons for this, and it could yet set off.  Has the delayed seasonal change confused it, or could it be an age or health issue?

Have you seen any unusual residents near you recently?  Unseasonal migrants perhaps, or escaped birds from collections?

We see our fair share of them at Loch Leven:  Barnacle Geese seem to be doing very well for themselves on St Serfs, despite usually wintering on the west coast of Scotland and breeding in Greenland and Svalbard.

Barnacle Geese

In recent years we’ve also had the fantastic Red-breasted Goose, and does anyone remember the Black Swan of 2008?  I would be very surprised if this individual had been blown in from its home in Australia!

Black Swan

Ok, what’s this all about?!? Why I’m on a rant -THIS!!!…

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from The Humane Society of the United States – Ohio  [ https://www.facebook.com/HSUSOhio?fref=ts ]
Last year Bobbi Brink, director of Lions, Tigers & Bears sanctuary in California, led several rescue teams to relocate dozens of exotic animals from substandard facilities in Ohio.

Now she is on a new mission to rescue seven bears — one in Covington, Ohio, and six in Prospect, Ohio. A rescue like this is very expensive, costing up to $40,000.

You can learn more and contribute at… [sorry people I do not promote a SCAM-You want to be SCAMMED then follow the link... ]

Lions, Tigers and Bears is accredited by the Global Federation of Animal Sanctuaries (GFAS).

Now as I recall…Correct me if I’m wrong (If you sense a bit of sarcasm-you’re right!!!) But HSUS was the supporter of the new Ohio law and Alcatraz for exotic animals…the ultimate death sentence for exotic animals…and proud of it!?! Damn right they did!!! They like the results of their deed so why now are they ‘saving the bears’?!? And what an insult to think us so stupid that we’ll ever forget their attack on exotic animals and their owners!!! Well screw you Pacelle -We’ll NEVER forget…NEVER!!! Screw you Tippi Hedron and Carole Baskin…This was the last draw…Jack Hanna, now considered the enemy, we most certainly have learned his true colors when he attempted to STEAL Marian Thompson’s animals from her and lest we forget his support of the stinkin’ bill…and the possible HELL he would rather have for the animals-WHY TORTURE THE ANIMALS?!? And why now go to the trouble to claim rescue-Could it be the federal legislature is considering a ban?!? You bet it is part of their ploy!!! Sorry -it’s about to back-fire!!! Let the truth be known!!!

Are these animals kept like the animals in Ohio in Alcatraz?!? http://topcatsroar.wordpress.com/2013/03/01/ohios-exotic-animal-facility-now-open/

Black Beauty Ranch is a closed facility!!! It’s USDA is listed as The Fund for Animals, Inc. Inspection reports indicate lack of adequate veterinary care-Now lacking vet care is probably the easiest to comply with-HELLO!!!-you hire a vet and he/she signs a few documents-No excuse acceptable for lacking proper vet care!!! The animal gets sick or injured…you go to the vet!!! It ain’t rocket science and this is repeated more than once!!!-This is a GFAS sanctuary and owned by HSUS!!! Licensed to (get this) Fund for Animals…Follow the links below and be educated about what a scam this really is!!!

Disclaimer connected to this blg…Things said are of my opinion and the opinion of others…Stay tuned for more and Zoo Wars  Best -B

animal seizures and rescues are being conducted by a very sophisticated network of 

organized crime who have developed a very sophisticated scheme by which they are 

criminalizing longstanding animal and livestock owners; divesting them of

ownership of entire herds of livestock and commercially valuable animals.

all of it done at taxpayer expense and thru a highly developed scheme to collect

donations.

follow the animals ~ follow the money!!! 

Charlie* is the stuff. Probably the most fantastic guy you’d be lucky enough to know, let alone date. Take everything you women want in a man, multiply it by a hundred and sprinkle some angel wings, orgasms and gold dust on top. Yeah, he’s that awesome. Besides his stop-in-your-tracks good looks (see: green eyes and dark hair) and his enormously generous heart, one of his best qualities is his hilarious sense of humor. The guy is so funny he’s made me pee my pants. Literally. Twice. Unfortunately, as it so often happens to a lot of great guys out there, Charlie’s seen his share of crazy. Crazy ladies, that is. 

A night of drinking with his buddies somehow morphed into Charlie throwing back Cosmopolitans with Zoe*, a server at his favorite bar. Zoe was a good time. Amusing enough to hang out with casually but not the girl you’re introducing to your mother. She was a short, attractive bottle-blonde with heavy make-up. And she was tan. Very tan. Like, her home planet is the sun, tan. She believed drinking should be done for sport – and she was a professional. That night, she was set on making it crystal clear that Charlie was the prize at the end of this marathon and that her victory lap would be spent sitting on his face.

Eight Cosmos deep, several Patron shots in, and now Zoe’s eighth request to come back to her place and ‘watch a movie’, Charlie assessed the situation and decided that he was drunk enough to make some bad decisions. Mistake numero uno of the evening. He figured the worst that could happen was he’d get an average blowjob and call it a night. His other option was to go home and pass out alone.  He hadn’t hooked up in over a month so he decided he was willing to chance some teeth and her likely unwillingness to cup his balls, rather than spend another night alone in the pussy Sahara.

Against Charlie’s better judgment, he hopped in Zoe’s car after she insisted several times that she was ‘totally okay to drive.’ Ten heart attacks and less than seven minutes later, Zoe’s car was turning into the alley behind her apartment.

As the car rolled down the dark backstreet, Charlie spotted a neon yellow pole in the direct center of their path.  Surely, Zoe saw this too. Of course she saw this gigantic, brightly painted, five-foot tall, cement pole blazing in the glow of her headlights. Nope. Drove. Right. Into. A. Pole. Zoe’s blank stare and less than appropriate reaction to the minor collision, should have escalated this already impending disaster to a Level 5 – get the fuck out of the car, don’t look the enemy in the eye, back away slowly – Alert.

Yeah, no.

Ten minutes later, Charlie had been thrown down on Zoe’s bed and was getting mouth-raped on top of pillows covered in a week’s worth of mascara and bronzer. All the while being thoroughly judged by the cold, empty, beady little eyes of three teddy bears and one mangled unicorn.  Completely baffled that this woman had lived twenty-seven years of life and had not managed to master the kissing skills of a 9^th grader, Charlie began to craft his escape.  Of course, he was a nice guy.  And he didn’t want to hurt Zoe’s feelings.  That would make him an asshole.  But it was like making out with an excessively tan Bullmastiff and he could only imagine that his cock would be used as a chew toy if he chanced this encounter for another second.

By the time Zoe finally ejected her darting snake tongue from Charlie’s mouth and excused herself to the restroom to ‘freshen up,’ aka apply more bronzer, he had come up with the obvious solution.

Run.

Run as fast as humanly possible. (Drunk) logically speaking, if she never actually witnessed him leaving – he was never really there.

As soon as Charlie heard the bathroom door click shut he launched from the bed, grabbed his sneakers and hoodie, tip-toed to the door like a cat burglar, oh-so quietly opened and closed her front door, leapt from the front porch like Baryshnikov – and ran.  Ran like the motherfucking wind.  He had made it about ten blocks before he finally felt it was safe to stop, catch his breath and put his sneakers back on.

Colossally dumb decision number thirty-five of the night.

No. No way was he hearing Zoe’s voice calling his name.  Not happening.  Impossible. Who would chase down someone who had disappeared from their bedroom like a phantom, and who quite obviously would rather run the five miles home than spend another second being slobbered on and risking certain death from tongue asphyxiation? A crazy person. That’s who.

“Charlie?!”

There it was again.

“Charlie, are you okay?! Chaaaaaaarrrrrrrrlllllllliiiiiieeeee?!?!”

Less than five seconds later a pair of lopsided headlights came swinging around the corner just as Charlie succeeded in army crawling into the nearest set of bushes that would provide decent cover. He spent FORTY-SEVEN minutes with his face planted in the cold, hard earth waiting out Zoe’s drunken car laps around the neighborhood, complete implosion of reality and murderous death of any scrap of dignity she had left. When he emerged, shoeless, shivering and covered in dirt, he would have given anything to be back crawling on his hands and knees – sexless, in the desert.

MORAL OF THE STORY: This one is three-fold, kids. One, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD – LEARN HOW TO KISS. For those of you who have encountered a bad kisser, you owe it to society to tell them so the next person is spared the pain and suffering. Two, if the person you’re about to have sex with runs into a pole (or anything, for that matter) with their car en route to the hook up – get out of the vehicle cause it’s all downhill from there. And lastly, do NOT chase someone who has just vanished like Houdini from your presence. It’s humiliating and one giant step closer to boiling bunnies.

By Tracy Pope

*Disclaimer, Yo: The content is real, provided by several different consenting sources and based on fictional characters inspired by actual people. Names have been changed for obvious reasons. Creative liberties are taken to character build but these hilarious and mortifying experiences are all true. Hot, weird, crazy, funny shit occurs when people get naked together. It’s awesome.

Previously:

• “Bedroom Adventures, Or: How To Avoid a Trip to the Hospital”
• “Riding Blind: The Risks of Sex in the Dark”
• “Exit to the Right”

I had so many memories where I felt completely happy and free, but I want to share this special moment I had with my brother last year. These photos capture the joy we felt, my appreciation of nature and the pure bliss.

Where? Cueva Ventana, Arecibo, P.R. and Cueva del Indio, Arecibo, P.R.

When?Abril, 2012 (one month before moving to NYC)

The day started with waking up really early and seeing the beautiful sunrise. This gave us a lot of energy to make our trip.

After 2 hours ride we arrive and we start walking into this path looking for the cave. I remember we felt anxious and excited.

Finally we are there! Beautiful scenery. Breathtaking.

I took a moment to meditate about the beauty of nature. I felt really overwhelmed and emotional. My brother capture this moment.

I started clapping how happy I was in this moment. We were completely alone here!

My brother was so happy inside of this cave.

We arrive to another cave here. I did my meditation ritual. It was really chilly and quiet here. Pure peace.

My brother inside the cave and the stairs we took (background) to get in there. He was really excited!

We discover a great spot were we can see the Atlantic Sea, take pictures and wait for the sunset. He felt on top of the world.

In here my brother took a photo of me trying to mediate, but actually I was so happy that I was crying. It was so beautiful sharing this with him.

And the sunset came and was one the best escapes I had in my life with someone I love.

Definitely this was one of the best days I had in my life.  We took this trip before me moving to N.Y.C  and I wanted a special moment with my brother. God granted us a beautiful, peaceful and exciting day that we will never forget.

I hope you like the photos!

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Have a wonderful day.

xoxo,

Cristina

One day he’ll remember what East
he meant. There is no use in asking the sheep,
for this pale riderless horse.
He can’t even recall his home, he’s so old,
and all he remembers now is the dung
that covers the valley.

The animals spend most of their lives in this valley,
or at least all of it up to now, before they head east.
If they noticed how much dung
they had created they’d realize that sheep
don’t ever get this old
and their only companion is this horse.

Why is there only one horse
living in this valley,
growing old,
never making it back east?
He is starting to think he’s a sheep,
and he notices there is now less grass and more dung.

Every day there is more dung.
Every day the horse forgets more and more how to be a horse
and starts to become a sheep
mindlessly wandering this no-name valley
never making it back east.
Every day they just get old.

It is starting to feel like they have always been old
and their world has always been covered with dung.
Thinking this way, they will never get back east
and the horse
will die in this valley
along with these sheep.

They will get very old before they ever know the true nature of this horse.
Filled with dung, this valley
points towards the East but now there are only mindless sheep.

(I chose the sestina words from the names for various gates in Jerusalem.)

ISO 100 50mm 0ev f/5.6 1/640

Escaped ideal growing spots anyway.  There is almost nowhere for this plant to spread.  It is a small beauty growing in an ugly space.  In case you are wondering, this plant is Squaw-weed, it is a native plant of Missouri and will grow quite well in your garden in you live this area.  I have some in my garden and it is a great spreader.

As for this particular photo, I was shooting pretty much in the middle of the day on a hazy day, so not great conditions.  I bracketed the exposure because I wanted to so an HDR image to get more detail.  I use Photomatix for my HDR images.  When it came to editing though, it turned out that I didn’t like the high detail version that came out.  I decided I liked a softer look instead.  So, while my HDR image still has detail in terms of the color, I decided against a super-sharp image, an escape from my usual method of editing.

Cheers!

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(Escape by Rupert Holmes, adjusted.)

WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone. No psych, definitely not high-tech.

Dream of misery,
Dream of hate,
Dream of having no escape,

Dream a dream,
Revealing your end,

Wake up,
Don’t worry,

You will dream,
A better dream,
Very soon,
My friend.

That’s the end of another dark poem. Hope you enjoyed it. Stay smiling ^~^!

medicine buddha mantra: Tayata Om Bekandze Bekandze Maha Bekandze Radza Samudgate Soha

health, wealth, and prosperity: Om Vasudhare Svaha

weekly photo challenge:  escape

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