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When Australian sheep farmer Ben Jackson couldn't attend his Aunt's funeral due to Covid restrictions, he wanted to honor her in a memorable way. So, he laid out grain for his sheep in the shape of a heart, hoping "she could see it through the clouds" ❤️❤️❤️ 🔊 sound up for 🎶 📽️Ben Jackson

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Dinner View San Carlos Mexico. Nice little restaurant on the water, had this great view for the sunset. May 2009 #sunset #sancarlos #mexico #island #photography #travel #tf_photography #tf_photoscapes #tf_photoescapes #landscape

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Tuesday February 28, 1854. "You're saying this house here is haunted?" "I'm saying this house is said to be haunted. There is a difference." Well, Mr Death should know! "I am handling the probate," he went on, "and, if haunted, it's worth considerably less." "And you wish me to investigate?"

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Saturday February 18, 1854. "Do you think she's been stolen?" George asked. We'd interviewed the servants and they'd all told the same story, word for word, how Trudy had been snatched by a masked man as she played in the backyard. "Of course not. Word for word? It's a conspiracy!"

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Wednesday February 22, 1854. "So it was the servants who used to let Mr Tibbles out," mused George, once again stroking the cat on his lap, "as often as we caught him and brought him back." "Will Trudy be happy, do think?" I asked. "Reckon so, now that they've changed her name to Flossie."

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Friday February 24, 1854. "Dear Lady Braithewaite," I wrote in my finest hand. "I am writing to inquire if you have received any news of that most refined of dogs, your dearest Trudy. A ransom note perhaps?" I chuckled to myself as I signed my name at the bottom.

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Saturday February 25 1854. Mr Carney's fish stall on Old Street was heaving with customers when I arrived. He'd purchased a barrel of pilchards and was selling them cheap. It was nearly 3 before he let my brother go for his break. "I would kill for a hot potato," Julius confessed.

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Another one done #loveajigsaw

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Monday February 27 1854 The office door creaked open. "Mr Death!" I cried. "Come in, sir, come in." "It's de Ath," the cadaverous old gentleman corrected me, flashing me a warm smile. "Of course. Now how may I be of help?" "If you're free tomorrow, I'd be glad of your company." My blood froze!

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Sunday February 26, 1854. To church in Camden. Pleased to report that Annie's good humour is quite restored. Got caught in a shower along the tow path on my way home. Spent the afternoon drying my clothes in front of the stove.

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That took a while #loveajigsaw

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Mornings in Mazatlan Sinalao Mexico. Early mornings in the summer are special. Aug. 2023 #sunrise #mazatlan #sinaloa #mexico #clouds #photography #travel #tf_photography #tf_photoscapes #tf_photoescapes #landscape

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Thursday February 23, 1854. "We haven't had a murder for a while," said George. He stood looking out the window with his hands dug into his pockets. I paused, dip pen in hand, and asked him if he missed such grisly affairs. "No," he said. "Well maybe a bit. I guess they're exciting." I smiled.

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💙🩵💙

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A lovely few days in Watchet.

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Masked Weaver at work. #photography #Botswana #Africa

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youtu.be/1PJD-PbENvg?...

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6th Avenue & 42nd Street, 2012 New York, NY Camera: Holga 120N Film: Across 100, Fat Roll #hollynorthrop #hollynorthropphotography #photographersofbluesky #photography #filmphotography #lightleaks #analog #streetphotography #blackandwhitephotograph #holga #newyorkcity

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SPRING'S DEVOTION A hoopoe swoops gracefully home with food for her hungry offspring. Their distinctive crown feathers raise when excited or during courtship displays. 📹 wildsafarisaga

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This poor sheep isn’t looking well…

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Proper sea mist drifting in, what a miserable night!

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Flower +

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Sunday February 19, 1854. "Miss, I have a small gift for you." I trembled as I handed Annie what Florrie had chosen for me, a card with pressed dried flowers. An iris, a pink camellia, white clover, and a fern leaf. "I love it," she said, though I myself thought it a poor sort of present.

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Good morning!

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youtu.be/aq2Ig-p9WNs?...

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Mr and Mrs Widowfinch #photography #birdwatching

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Monday February 20, 1854. "The mistress says you wanted to speak to me again." "It's Rose, is it not?" The nervous young woman nodded. "Well, Rose, we know all the servants are lying. There was no masked man." "But we all saw him!" "You ALL saw him...and did nothing?" She blushed.

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Melba finch enjoying the rain. #photography

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My noodles are nippy! east wind, hail and 3C water #iceswimmer

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Tuesday February 21, 1854. Mr Tibbles's former owner beckoned me forward. "So what are you saying?" she snapped. "That until you get a ransom demand there is little more I can do." A ransom demand that would never be forthcoming. The servants had already found Trudy a better home.

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Hello everyone! It's a bit blowy out there, but it's Friday! Have a good day x

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21c. Paint your mind #andanafototoknowyourself #andanafototoknowyourself17 #collage #absurdistan

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Dinner View San Carlos Mexico. Nice little restaurant on the water, had this great view for the sunset. May 2009 #sunset #sancarlos #mexico #island #photography #travel #tf_photography #tf_photoscapes #tf_photoescapes #landscape

Tuesday February 28, 1854. "You're saying this house here is haunted?" "I'm saying this house is said to be haunted. There is a difference." Well, Mr Death should know! "I am handling the probate," he went on, "and, if haunted, it's worth considerably less." "And you wish me to investigate?"

Saturday February 18, 1854. "Do you think she's been stolen?" George asked. We'd interviewed the servants and they'd all told the same story, word for word, how Trudy had been snatched by a masked man as she played in the backyard. "Of course not. Word for word? It's a conspiracy!"

Wednesday February 22, 1854. "So it was the servants who used to let Mr Tibbles out," mused George, once again stroking the cat on his lap, "as often as we caught him and brought him back." "Will Trudy be happy, do think?" I asked. "Reckon so, now that they've changed her name to Flossie."

Friday February 24, 1854. "Dear Lady Braithewaite," I wrote in my finest hand. "I am writing to inquire if you have received any news of that most refined of dogs, your dearest Trudy. A ransom note perhaps?" I chuckled to myself as I signed my name at the bottom.

Saturday February 25 1854. Mr Carney's fish stall on Old Street was heaving with customers when I arrived. He'd purchased a barrel of pilchards and was selling them cheap. It was nearly 3 before he let my brother go for his break. "I would kill for a hot potato," Julius confessed.

Another one done #loveajigsaw

Monday February 27 1854 The office door creaked open. "Mr Death!" I cried. "Come in, sir, come in." "It's de Ath," the cadaverous old gentleman corrected me, flashing me a warm smile. "Of course. Now how may I be of help?" "If you're free tomorrow, I'd be glad of your company." My blood froze!

Sunday February 26, 1854. To church in Camden. Pleased to report that Annie's good humour is quite restored. Got caught in a shower along the tow path on my way home. Spent the afternoon drying my clothes in front of the stove.

That took a while #loveajigsaw

Mornings in Mazatlan Sinalao Mexico. Early mornings in the summer are special. Aug. 2023 #sunrise #mazatlan #sinaloa #mexico #clouds #photography #travel #tf_photography #tf_photoscapes #tf_photoescapes #landscape

Thursday February 23, 1854. "We haven't had a murder for a while," said George. He stood looking out the window with his hands dug into his pockets. I paused, dip pen in hand, and asked him if he missed such grisly affairs. "No," he said. "Well maybe a bit. I guess they're exciting." I smiled.

💙🩵💙

A lovely few days in Watchet.

Masked Weaver at work. #photography #Botswana #Africa

youtu.be/1PJD-PbENvg?...

6th Avenue & 42nd Street, 2012 New York, NY Camera: Holga 120N Film: Across 100, Fat Roll #hollynorthrop #hollynorthropphotography #photographersofbluesky #photography #filmphotography #lightleaks #analog #streetphotography #blackandwhitephotograph #holga #newyorkcity

SPRING'S DEVOTION A hoopoe swoops gracefully home with food for her hungry offspring. Their distinctive crown feathers raise when excited or during courtship displays. 📹 wildsafarisaga

This poor sheep isn’t looking well…

Proper sea mist drifting in, what a miserable night!

Flower +

Sunday February 19, 1854. "Miss, I have a small gift for you." I trembled as I handed Annie what Florrie had chosen for me, a card with pressed dried flowers. An iris, a pink camellia, white clover, and a fern leaf. "I love it," she said, though I myself thought it a poor sort of present.

Good morning!

youtu.be/aq2Ig-p9WNs?...

Mr and Mrs Widowfinch #photography #birdwatching

Monday February 20, 1854. "The mistress says you wanted to speak to me again." "It's Rose, is it not?" The nervous young woman nodded. "Well, Rose, we know all the servants are lying. There was no masked man." "But we all saw him!" "You ALL saw him...and did nothing?" She blushed.

Melba finch enjoying the rain. #photography

My noodles are nippy! east wind, hail and 3C water #iceswimmer

Tuesday February 21, 1854. Mr Tibbles's former owner beckoned me forward. "So what are you saying?" she snapped. "That until you get a ransom demand there is little more I can do." A ransom demand that would never be forthcoming. The servants had already found Trudy a better home.

Hello everyone! It's a bit blowy out there, but it's Friday! Have a good day x

21c. Paint your mind #andanafototoknowyourself #andanafototoknowyourself17 #collage #absurdistan

22. The self-documentary 07:20 #andanafototoknowyourself#andanafototoknowyourself17 #photography

Somebody’s tired from watching all that snowfall

Its starting to get a little deep