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There is in every American, I think, something of the old Daniel Boone- who, when he could see the smoke from another chimney, felt himself too crowded and moved further out into the wilderness.
~Hubert H. Humphrey~
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The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century—or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Motzart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet.
~Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone~
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Oh, c’mon, just let him drive this once!!
A.k.a.”Just another winter day in Churchill, Manitoba”
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I have one about this size…thinking of throwing it on a bonfire one of these days
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Hey, haven’t you heard yet? The pocket ‘puff” handkerchiefs are so over! Thanks to Hiroko Kubota who has perfected the art of embroidering images on her son’s shirts, you can now have your favourite feline’s adorable face on yours as well. (You can find Hiroko Kubota’s shirts on Etsy selling from $250 to $350/shirt)
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Yes, these are my babies
Yes, they are cute
No, you may NOT touch them
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
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The auroras, both surrounding the north magnetic pole (aurora borealis) and south magnetic pole (aurora australis) occur when highly charged electrons from the solar wind interact with elements in the earth’s atmosphere. Solar winds stream away from the sun at speeds of about 1 million miles per hour. When they reach the earth, some 40 hours after leaving the sun, they follow the lines of magnetic force generated by the earth’s core and flow through the magnetosphere, a teardrop-shaped area of highly charged electrical and magnetic fields.
As the electrons enter the earth’s upper atmosphere, they will encounter atoms of oxygen and nitrogen at altitudes from 20 to 200 miles above the earth’s surface. The color of the aurora depends on which atom is struck, and the altitude of the meeting.
All of the magnetic and electrical forces react with one another in constantly shifting combinations. These shifts and flows can be seen as the auroras “dance,” moving along with the atmospheric currents that can reach 20,000,000 amperes at 50,000 volts. (In contrast, the circuit breakers in your home will disengage when current flow exceeds 15-30 amperes at 120 volts.)
~from: Science -how stuff works~
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There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.
~Joe L. Wheeler~
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Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.
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I saw this photo and had to smile because I thought of this quote by Mark Caine: “The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself”
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Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered.
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”
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Wilderness: a beautiful word to describe a beautiful land. Wilderness though is a white man’s concept. To the Native people, the land was not wild. It was home. It provided shelter, clothed and fed them. And echoing through their souls was a song of the land. The singing isn’t as loud as it used to be. But you can still hear it in the wind….in the silence of the misty morning….in the drip of the water from the tip of a paddle. The song is still here if you know how to listen.
~Bill Mason, Song Of the Paddle~
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