I wanted to post sooner. Aquileana said I could use her as a muse to sketch the Goddess Art Gowns we had done colab posts on. It was so much fun, I painted the sketch.

Here we have a Kelp Goose chick, note the dark legs on the chick, and the yellow legs on the adult. They are also birds of the far south. They have the same basic coloration, but male Upland Geese have black feet and females have yellow feet. I was pretty sure this was a female Upland Goose because she and the male had a chick which you can see below. The chick had black feet too! Are you confused yet? These are Patagonian Cre.

Trolls- How to rise above the hate. Image courtesy of Eirikso via Flickr Creative Commons. We all know what trolls are. Or maybe we think of them as naked little dolls with cotton-candy hair that people used to stick on their car dashes back in the eighties. Right? They may not be big and scaley,.

True stories with a twist! AND THERE WAS LIGHT, By Jerry Warshaw. We were driving somewhere between Mbita and Ruisinga with our Kenyan SHARE. Colleague, Cyprina, when she asked the driver to pull off the road in the direction of a small village. Approaching the village, we saw empty mud huts that were still standing, sprinkled unevenly around this beautiful Lake Victoria setting. It was clearly deserted from the ravages of malaria, AIDS. Small village near Lake Victoria, Kenya.

The Life and Times of a GRATEFUL heart transplant patient. Please feel free to comment or ask questions. Thank you! LOVE 4 MY DONOR. 8216;But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 8220;Peace and justice are two sides of the same coin.

Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man. Women Being Seen in 2014.

Hope and Healing Through Photography and Poetic Expression. I Want To Know Pain Shadow Series part VI. Mars and Venus on a Perch. Knowledge, by Philip Memmer.

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