#white sierra wednesday

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Happy White Sierra Wednesday!

#submission #potential flash warning #this has been in my inbox for like 10 months i’m sorry 💀 #you could of conceived and given birth to a whole baby before i found this #white sierra wednesday

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Happy white Sierra Wednesday ^_^

#white sierra Wednesday

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#also today is my birthday #i hope i get a white sierra wednesday for my birthday #total drama #total drama fanart #my art weehee #td sierra #td cody #sighhh #coderra #total drama island #td fanart #tdwt #plz click the image to see the details i ended up rendering these two dumbasses 😒

[tomorrowusa]

The Great Salt Lake is drying up and the Republican government of Utah is doing little to save it. They constantly cave to the usual groups: agricultural interests, mining, homeowners who like spacious lawns in an arid region, and big industry.

The largest saltwater lake in the western hemisphere has been steadily shrinking, as more and more water has been diverted away from the lake to irrigate farmland, feed industry and water lawns. A megadrought across the US south-west, accelerated by global heating, has hastened the lake’s demise. Unless dire action is taken, the lake could decline beyond recognition within five years, a report published early this year warned, exposing a dusty lakebed laced with arsenic, mercury, lead and other toxic substances.The resulting toxic dustbowl would be “one of the worst environmental disasters in modern US history”, the ecologist Ben Abbott of Brigham Young University told the Guardian earlier this year. Despite such warnings, officials have failed to take serious action, local groups said in their lawsuit, which was filed on Wednesday. “We are trying to avert disaster. We are trying to force the hand of state government to take serious action,” said Brian Moench of the Utah Physicians for a Healthy Environment, one of the groups suing state agencies. “Plaintiffs pray that this Court declare that the State of Utah has breached its trust duty to ensure water flows into the Great Salt Lake sufficient to maintain the Lake,” reads the lawsuit, which was brought by coalition that includes Earthjustice, the Utah Rivers Council, the Center for Biological Diversity and the Sierra Club, among others.

Political pressure has not been very effective in a state dominated by Republicans. The state's response is lukewarm at best. That's in addition to bizarre proposals.

The state’s Republican governor, Spencer Cox, has suspended new claims to water in the Great Salt Lake basin and appointed a commissioner to oversee response to the lake crisis. Last year, Utah’s legislature passed several conservation measures, including a $40m trust to support lake preservation projects. But Abbott and his colleagues, who authored a sobering report on the lake in January, found that those measures increased flows to the lake by just 100,000 acre feet in 2022. About 2.5m acre-feet a year of water will need to flow into the lake to bring it to a healthy level, the researchers estimated. That water will likely have to come at the expense of agriculture, which takes in about three-quarters of the water diverted away from the lake to grow mostly alfalfa and hay. Cities and mineral extraction operations each take up another 9% of diverted water. But wresting water away from agriculture is politically complicated. Officials have explored propositions to pay farmers to fallow land and use less water, though such proposals have yet to gain much tractions. Lawmakers have also offered up a series of out-of-the-box solutions – including cloud seeding, which uses chemicals to prompt more precipitation – or building a giant pipeline from the Pacific Ocean.

Seriously, a pipeline from the Pacific Ocean? This is a classic idiotic GOP way to deal with an environmental catastrophe which doesn't get to the root of the problem.

Already, the lake has lost 73% of its water and 60% of its surface area, and is becoming saltier, threatening native flies and brine shrimp. A diminished lake may be unable to support the more than 10 million migratory birds that stop over in the region. A white pelican colony recently abandoned a nesting site on the lake, potentially due to declining water levels. “In addition to the millions of people who live here, so many plants and animals depend on the lake,” said Deeda Seed, Utah campaigner at the Center for Biological Diversity. “The health of northern Utah’s entire population depends on the Great Salt Lake’s survival and I hope this lawsuit can help save it.”

^^^ emphasis added

Yep, take their asses to court to save the body of water which gave the state's largest city its name.

#utah #great salt lake #water levels #diversion of water #the environment #migratory birds #white pelicans #brine shrimp #republicans #utah state government #spencer cox #deeda seed #brian moench #ben abbott #earthjustice #utah rivers council #the sierra club #center for biological diversity #utah physicians for a healthy environment

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Disney Junior And Disney+ Set A New Imagineering Age Of Fun With Eureka! On June 22th.

If you can dream it, you can do it 💡🦖 

Imagineering a new era of fun she’s a big thinker who’s ahead of her time. Way, way ahead of her time - in fact, she invented the wheel.

The series is set to premiere Wednesday, June 22 at 7:30 p.m. EDT/PDT on Disney Junior. An initial batch of 5 episodes will also premiere the same day on on-demand platforms and streaming on Disney+ USA.

Additionaly a album featuring the first songs of the first season will be avalible at Walt Disney Records on June 24th.

Set in the fantastical prehistoric world of Rocky Falls,  Eureka! follows the story of Eureka, a young girl inventor who is way ahead of her time. She designs inventions and contraptions in the hopes of making the world a better place and moving her prehistoric community into a more modern era.

The series stars Ruth Righi (Sydney to the Max) as Eureka, Renée Elise Goldsberry (Hamilton) and Lil Rel Howery (Free Guy) as Eureka’s parents, Roxy and Rollo, and Javier Muñoz (Hamilton) as her teacher, Ohm.

Rounding out the voice cast is Kai Zen (Amphibia) as Pepper, Devin Trey Campbell (Broadway’s Kinky Boots) as Barry, Fred Tatasciore (Marvel’s Moon Girl And Devil Dinosaur and Hit Monkey) as Murphy, Cree Summer (Voltron:Legendary Defender) as Verna, Kevin Michael Richardson (The Owl House) as Dima, Aydrea Walden (The Mandalorian) as Olive and Groopy, Connor Andrade (We Baby Bears) as Clod, Cade Tropeano (Raising Dion) as Bog, Madigan Kacmar (Chuggington) as Julia, Vivienne Rutherford (Seal Team) as Lark, Judah Howery (Uncle Drew) as twins Spruce and Cypress Stoneland, Dee Bradley Baker (Phineas and Ferb) as Ptero and André Sogliuzzo (American Dad!) as Link.

The cast in recurring guest roles are Ellie Kemper (Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt) as the school librarian, Chee; Jack McBrayer (Wander Over Yonder) as a pet kanga bird; Ryan Michelle Bathé (The Endgame) as Barry’s mom, Sierra; and Wendell Pierce (Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan) as Barry’s father, Cliff.

Eureka! is produced by Academy Award-nominated animation studio Brown Bag Films (Doc McStuffins) in association with Disney Junior Educational Resource Group. Emmy Award winner Norton Virgien (Doc McStuffins) and award-winning children’s book author/illustrator Niamh Sharkey (Henry Hugglemonster) are the series’ creators and executive producers. Emmy nominee Erica Rothschild (Sofia the First) developed the series with Virgien and Sharkey and serves as co-EP and story editor. Writer and director Rusty Cundieff (Tales from the Hood) and Emmy-nominated producer Donna Brown Guillaume (Happily Ever After: Fairytales for Every Child) are consulting producers.

Christiana “Chee” McGuigan, a science educator who has worked at the California Science Center, Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County and McAuliffe-Shepard Discovery Center, serves as the series’ science education consultant. Biomedical scientist, social entrepreneur and former senior policy advisor for the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy, Dr. Knatokie Ford, advised on the original series development. Engineering experts from Disney’s world-renowned Imagineering team advised on the early development of Eureka’s inventions.

Multitalented singer, songwriter and producer Kari Kimmel (Spirit Riding Free) is the series’ songwriter, and Emmy winner Frederik Wiedmann (All Hail King Julien) is the composer.

#Eureka #Eureka! #Norton Virgien #Niamh Sharkey #Disney Junior #Disney Jr #Ruth Righi #Renée Elise Goldsberry #Lil Rel Howery #Javier Muñoz #Ellie Kemper #Jack McBrayer #Ryan Michelle Bathé #Sierra Wendell Price #Wendell Price #Walt Disney Records

[workingonmoviemaps]

Popular Locations Wednesday

Tabernas Desert’s Barranco del Infierno

This stretch of the Tabernas Desert is a popular filming location for Spaghetti Westerns with its panoramic views of the imposing Sierra de Alhamilla mountains.

The desert can be seen above in The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, That Dirty Black Bag, Penny Dreadful, The Mercenary, White Lines, Dreamship Surprise - Period 1.

#tabernas desert #barranco del infierno #the good the bad and the ugly #that dirty black bag #penny dreadful #the mercenary #white lines #dreamship surprise period 1 #popular locations #spain

[wikiuntamed]

On this day in Wikipedia: Wednesday, 13th March

Welcome, أهلا بك (ahlan bika), laipni lūdzam, vitajte 🤗 What does @Wikipedia say about 13th March through the years 🏛️📜🗓️?

13th March 2022 🗓️ : Death - William Hurt William Hurt, American actor (b. 1950) "William McChord Hurt (March 20, 1950 – March 13, 2022) was an American actor. He is widely known for his performances on stage and screen, he received various awards including an Academy Award, BAFTA Award, and Cannes Film Festival Award for Best Actor. Hurt studied at the Juilliard School and began..."

Image licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0? by GabboT

13th March 2018 🗓️ : Death - Emily Nasrallah Emily Nasrallah, Lebanese writer and women's rights activist. (b. 1931) "Emily Daoud Nasrallah (Arabic: إيميلي داود نصر الله) (née Abi Rached; 6 July 1931 – 13 March 2018) was a Lebanese writer and women's rights activist.She graduated from the Beirut College for Women (now the Lebanese American University) with an associate degree in arts in 1956. Two years later, she..."

13th March 2014 🗓️ : Death - Icchokas Meras Icchokas Meras, Lithuanian-Israeli author and screenwriter (b. 1934) "Icchokas Meras (8 October 1934 – 13 March 2014) was a Lithuanian writer...."

Image licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 de? by Jürgen Sindermann

13th March 1974 🗓️ : Event - Sierra Pacific Airlines Flight 802 Sierra Pacific Airlines Flight 802 crashes into the White Mountains near Bishop, California, killing 36. "Sierra Pacific Airlines Flight 802 was a charter flight from Bishop, California to Burbank, California that crashed into the White Mountains on the evening of March 13, 1974. The aircraft, carrying a movie production crew, crashed for undetermined reasons, killing all 36 occupants on board. To this..."

Image by National Transportation Safety Board,

13th March 1923 🗓️ : Birth - Dimitrios Ioannidis Dimitrios Ioannidis, Greek general (d. 2010) "Dimitrios Ioannidis (Greek: Δημήτριος Ιωαννίδης [ðiˈmitri.os i.oaˈniðis]; 13 March 1923 – 16 August 2010), also known as Dimitris Ioannidis and as The Invisible Dictator, was a Greek military officer and one of the leading figures in the junta that ruled the country from 1967 to 1974. Ioannidis was..."

13th March 1823 🗓️ : Death - John Jervis, 1st Earl of St Vincent John Jervis, 1st Earl of St Vincent, English admiral and politician (b. 1735) "Admiral of the Fleet John Jervis, 1st Earl of St Vincent (9 January 1735 – 13 March 1823) was an admiral in the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament in the United Kingdom. Jervis served throughout the latter half of the 18th century and into the 19th, and was an active commander during the Seven..."

Image by Workshop of Lemuel Francis Abbott

13th March 🗓️ : Holiday - Christian feast days: Gerald of Mayo "Gerald of Mayo (died 13 March 732 AD) is a saint of the Roman Catholic Church and Eastern Orthodox Church. ..."

#OnThisDayInWikiHistory #WikiUntamed #WhatDoesWikiSay #GemsOfWikipedia

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Top 20 Best Hindi Dubbed Web Series

Love watching English TV shows, but faces difficulty catching the accent at times? We hear you, you are not alone in this. We all love watching our favourite TV shows & web series in our native language, for us, it’s Hindi? You are in the right place; we have curated a list of worth watching Netflix English shows dubbed in Hindi for you, with suggesting top 20 hindi dubbed web series on netflix.

Netflix is the most popular and leading Ott platform, with more than millions of original movies and shows in English. With its fast-growing popularity among the audience in India, Netflix has adopted the English shows & web series in Hindi dubbed, which is a popular language among the Indian audience.

From mystery to psychology thrillers to teen drama to supernatural, Netflix’s top Hindi-dubbed English shows give you everything you want to see. So, are you ready to explore some amazing Hindi-dubbed shows on Netflix?

Top 20 Hindi dubbed Netflix Series list –

1. Elite

The Spanish drama revolves around a class between three working-class teenagers and wealthy students in the wealthy background of a private school set in Spain, with a sprinkle of murder, Misty, and adult scenes.

This show could be what you might be searching for if you are into high school teen dramas. The Spanish show is dubbed in Hindi and can be easily found in the top 10 Hindi-dubbed shows on Netflix.

Leading Actors: Carla Díaz, Martina Cariddi, Manu Rios, Pol Granch, Valentina Zenere, André Lamoglia, Carloto Cotta, Adam Nourou, Álvaro de Juana, Carmen Arrufat, Ana Bokesa, Alex Pastrana, and Ander Puig.

Genre: thriller, murder mystery, adult

Number of Seasons: 6

IMDb Rating: 7.4/10

2. Mindhunter

If you’re in the mood for some psychological thriller action, Mindhunter is here for you.

The psychology thriller inspired by the famous book Mindhunter revolves around FBI agents who use psychological theory by interviewing serial killers to understand their psychology and solve new cases.

Leading Actors: Jonathan Groff, Holt McCallany, Hannah Gross, Cotter Smith, Anna Torv, Stacey Roca, Cameron Britton, Michael Cerveris, Joe Tuttle, Lauren Glazier, Albert Jones, Sierra McClain, and June Carryl

Genre: crime drama and psychological thriller

Number of Seasons: 2

IMDb: 8.6/10

3. Squad games 

The Korean original Netflix series has gained worldwide popularity, leading to its massive success. Netflix has adopted its Hindi-dubbed version, making it one of the top 20 Hindi-dubbed Netflix shows.

Cast: Lee Jung-jae, Park Hae-soo, Wi Ha-joon, Jung Ho-yeon, O Yeong-su, Heo Sung-tae, and Anupam Tripathi

Genre: action, drama, mystery

IMBd: 8.0/10

4.Stranger things

Feeling like entertaining yourself with some fiction? Well, well we have the right choice for you.

The teen science fiction revolves around four teen friends, among whom one gets missing, from which unsual supernatural things start taking place with friends.

Leading Actors: Millie Bobby Brown, Finn Wolfhard, Caleb McLaughlin, Gaten Matarazzo, and Noah Schnapp

Genre: horror, science fiction, thriller, mystery, historical drama, teen drama.

Number of Seasons: 4

IMDb Rating: 8.7/10

5. Wednesday

The supernatural fiction comedy has won hearts among the people, leading to its massive hits. The story revolves around Wednesday Adam’s, who tries to adjust to her new school and life while solving a murder mystery. The supernatural comedy can leave you in splits because of its comedy.

The show is available in a Hindi-dubbed version.

Leading Actors: Jenna Ortega, Gwendoline Christie, Riki Lindhome, Jamie McShane, Hunter Doohan, Percy Hynes White, Emma Myers, Joy Sunday, Georgie Farmer, Naomi J. Ogawa, and Christina Ricci

Genre: comedy horror, coming-of-age, supernatural

Number of Seasons: 1

IMDb Rating: 8.2

6. Snowpiercer

Set in a post-apocalypse universe, the plot revolves around the last of humanity surviving in a train, Snowpiercer, which is continuously travelling in a world where everything is frozen. The story revolves around the tension and adventurers they face in surviving in the train.

The show is available in Hindi-dubbed, so you can easily binge-watch.

The show is available in Hindi-dubbed, so you can easily binge-watch.

Cast: Jennifer Connelly, Daveed Diggs, Mickey Sumner, Alison Wright, Iddo Goldberg, Susan Park,Katie McGuinness,Sam Otto,Sheila Vand,Mike O’Malley,Annalise Basso,Jaylin Fletcher,Lena Hall,Roberto Urbina,Steven Ogg,Rowan Blanchard,Sean Bean,Chelsea Harris, and Archie Panjabi

IMBd: 6.9/10

Genre: science fiction, thriller

7. Lost in space

The story revolves around a family who struggle to survive their way in space. It can be a great movie to watch with your children who love science and space.

The show is available in Hindi.

Leading Actors: Guy Williams, June Lockhart, Mark Goddard, Marta Kristen, Bill Mumy, Angela Cartwright, Jonathan Harris, and Bob Mayand-Dick Tufeld

Genre: Science Fiction

Number of Seasons: 3

IMDb Rating: 8/10

8. Crown

Based on Queen Elizabeth’s life, the historical drama narrates various aspects of the Queen’s life through different seasons. It can be your favourite movie if you are a historical drama lover.

The show is available. Hindi-dubbed can be easily found in the top Hindi-dubbed Netflix

Leading Actors: Claire Foy, Olivia Colman, Vanessa Kirby, Helena Bonham Carter, and Matt Smith

Genre: historical drama

Number of Seasons: 4

IMDb Rating: 8.7/10

9. The Spy.

The short story revolves around the life of Israel’s top Mossad spy, Eli Cohen, during the war between Israel and Syria and what happened during the war.

The show is available in Hindi.

Leading Actors: Sacha Baron Cohen, Noah Emmerich

Genre: Drama and espionage thriller

Number of Seasons: 1

IMDb Rating: 7.9/10

10.Ozark

The thriller crime drama revolves around Martin Martyr Byrde and his family, who is a financial planner, getting involved in the drug business. This captivating series has gained massive popularity, leading to its Netflix Hindi-dubbed version.

Cast: Jason Bateman, Laura Linney, Sofia Hublitz, Skylar Gaertner, Julia Garner, Jordana Spiro, Jason Butler Harner,

Genre: crime drama, thriller.

IMBd: 8.5/10

11. Snowpiercer

The Netflix fiction gives a view of a future of apocalypse where humanity is at stake and how the last of humanity survives while restarting a new version of human technology and class.

Leading Actors: Jennifer Connelly, Daveed Diggs, Mickey Sumner, Alison Wright, Iddo Goldberg, Susan Park, and Katie McGuinness

Genre: drama, thriller

Number of Seasons: 2

IMDb Rating: 6.3/10

12. The Queen’s Gambit

In the backdrop of the 19th century, the story revolves around a chess prodigy and her addiction to alcohol. The story takes you on an experience of the life of a chess prodigy and her struggle with the addictions.

Leading Actors: Anya Taylor-Joy, Bill Camp, Moses Ingram, Isla Johnston, Christiane Seidel, Rebecca Root, Chloe Pirrie, Akemnji Ndifornyen, Marielle Heller, Harry Melling, Patrick Kennedy, Jacob Fortune-Lloyd, and Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Number of Seasons: 6

IMDb Rating: 8.2/10

13. Narcos

The story is based on the real-life story of drug baron Pablo Escobar, who became a billionaire by selling cocaine. The bindge-worthy story received many awards and success on the platform.

Leading Actors: Alberto Ammann, Pedro Pascal, Wagner Moura, Boyd Holbrook, Paulina Gaitán

Genre: crime drama and biographical

Number of Seasons: 3

IMDb Rating: 8.8/10

14. A series of unfortunate events

Undoubtedly one of the most popular Netflix comedies, the plot revolves around three orphans and their journey in solving their parents murder mystery. The off-dark comedy can be the movie you watch with your friends or family on a Friday movie night.

Leading Actors: Malina Weissman, Louis Hynes, Patrick Warburton, Presley Smith, and Neil Patrick Harris

Genre: Black comedy and drama

Number of Seasons: 3

IMDb Rating: 7.8/10

15. Lucifer

Comedy? Check; romance? Check, fiction? Check, action? Check.

The Lucifer TV series is something you should definitely check out. The story revolves around Lucifer, who pretends to be a normal person, getting entangled in an investigation with a police officer and discovering a new version of himself.

Leading Actors: Tom Ellis, Lesley, Ann Brandt, Lauren German, D.B. Woodside, Kevin Alejandro

Genre: urban fantasy, police procedural, and comedy-drama

Number of Seasons: 6

IMDb Rating: 8.2/10

16. Daredevil

Based on the famous Marvel comic Daredevil, the movie gained a lot of popularity among the audience. The plot revolves around a blind man who fights against crime in New York as Daredevil.

Leading Actors: Charlie Cox, Deborah Ann Woll, Elden Henson, Toby Leonard Moore, Vondie Curtis-Hall, Bob Gunton, Ayelet Zurer, Rosario Dawson, Vincent D’Onofrio, Jon Bernthal, Élodie Yung, Stephen Rider, Joanne Whalley, Jay Ali, and Wilson Bethel

Genre: action, crime, legal drama

Number of Seasons: 3

IMDb Rating: 8.6/10

17.The Witcher 

Based on the book Witcher, the series is worth watching. The main plot revolves around Princess Ciri, Geralt of Rivia, and Yennefer of Vengerberg, respectively, eventually merging into one story. Set in the fictional mediaeval period, the serial is a must-watch for everyone.

The series is also dubbed in Hindi.

Leading Actors: Henry Cavill, Freya Allan, Eamon Farren, Anya Chalotra, Joey Batey, MyAnna Buring, Royce Pierson, Mimi Ndiweni, Wilson Radjou-Pujalte, Anna Shaffer, and Mahesh Jadu

Genre: fantasy, serial drama, adventure, and action

Number of Seasons: 2

IMDb Rating: 8.2/10

18.Luke Cage

Another Marvel Hindi-dubbed film, Luke Cage, is based on the same Marvel comic character, Luke Cage, who fights against crimes with his superhuman powers. This can be something you are looking for in an action-packed superhero Sunday.

Leading Actors: Mike Colter, Rosario Dawson, Simone Missick, Theo Rossi, Rosario Dawson, and Alfre Woodard

Genre: action and drama

Number of Seasons: 2

IMDb Rating: 7.3/10

19.All of us are dead.

Another Netflix Korean hit dubbed in Hindi All of us love zombie thrillers, which, after their huge popularity, got dubbed into Netflix Hindi-dubbed shows.

Cast: Park Ji-hu, Yoon Chan-young, and Cho Yi-hyun

Genre: coming-of-age; horror; zombie apocalypse

IMBd: 7.5/10

20.House of cards

The political drama thriller is a must-watch for those who are political struggle fans. The Netflix Hindi-dubbed series plot revolves around a powerful political couple who are ruthless and go to any extent for their thirst for power.

Leading Actors: Boris McGiver, Kevin Spacey, Robin Wright, Michael Kelly, and Jayne Atkinson

Genre: drama, thriller, and political

Number of Seasons: 6

IMDb Rating: 8.7/10

These are some must-watch Hindi-dubbed Netflix originals for you; apart from these, you can watch many other Hindi-dubbed Net

flix’s originals and Netflix Hindi-dubbed movies. After all, nothing is better than your favorite pizza and movie binge on the weekend, Right?

FAQ’S

1. Which Netflix series is dubbed in Hindi?

Answer: There are many Netflix series dubbed in Hindi, like Lucifer, Squad Games, and House of Cards.

2. Does Netflix have Hindi-dubbed content?

Answer: Yes, there are many English and international shows and movies on Netflix that are Hindi-dubbed.

3.How do I watch Netflix in Hindi?

Answer: Just select the Netflix Hindi-dubbed show you want to watch, and in the audio section, select Hindi.

4.What is the best series on Netflix currently in Hindi?

Answer: There are many popular series dubbed in Hindi on Netflix currently, like Stranger Things, Wednesday, Squad Games, Lucifer, and Witcher.

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Clearwater Main Library is currently showing Cuba: The Natural Beauty, a selection of photographs by Clyde Butcher. Butcher is famous for his large black and white photos of nature, taken with a large-format 8×10″ or 11×14″ view camera.

About the show from the Clearwater site-

Commissioned by the United Nations to create a portfolio of the mountainous lands of Cuba, Clyde Butcher set out on three week-long expeditions into unfamiliar lands. He explored the island country’s varied geographic regions, from the Sierra Maestra Mountains in Cuba’s eastern Granma province, to the southern coast between Manzananilo and Santiago de Cuba. He ventured to places including Baracoa in the northeast, the southern waterfalls of the Serra de San Juan, and the mogotes of the west in the Piña del Rio region.

While taking photographs for the Conference for the Sustainable Habitat of the Mountains, Clyde thought about being part of an event changing history for the better, and enthusiastically saw an opportunity to make a positive difference. His photography transcends political boundaries, challenging us to work together to protect natural places across the globe.

This exhibition will continue until 10/31/23.

This past Wednesday (8/16) Butcher discussed his work at Clearwater’s Capitol Theater. It was a pleasure to hear him discuss his history, his travels in Cuba, his work, a visit with President Jimmy Carter, and life since his stroke. He will often sit for hours, under an umbrella, just to get his shot. It was a thoughtful, humorous, and often inspiring lecture.

It is definitely worth checking out his website to see more of his work and to read about his unique life. His wife Niki is an artist too, and her work is also on the website.

He has two galleries in Florida- The Venice Gallery and Studio, and Big Cypress Gallery near the Big Cypress National Preserve Oasis Visitor Center in the Florida Everglades. There are places to stay on the Big Cypress property and you can take a guided tour of the natural surroundings as well.

#clyde butcher #photography #cuba #cuba photography #art shows #florida art shows #florida artist #florida everglades #black and white photography #nature photography #niki butcher #clearwater #clearwater library

[kevinscottgardens]

30 mai au 5 juin 2022

This was a busy week. I’ve been helping Dad around the house, doing some planting, updating software, and just spending time together. Monday Ken, Dianne, Janet, Stacy and Piper came out and we all met at the Los Angeles County Arboretum for a little more time together. We were celebrating Dianne’s birthday a few days early. From there we all had lunch at Islands. For dinner, Mike made home-made pizzas in his pizza oven at home; they were delicious.

Tuesday all the extended family members few home: Milwaukee, Denver and San Franciso. In the morning I ventured into the attic of the garage and pick a few more things to move to France. I also found ten display plates that my mum had and I’ve decided I’ll try to sell them on Ebay; if they don’t sell I’ll take them to a charity shop. Tuesday evening was Jeffrey’s Baccalaureate at Flintridge Prep. There were speeches and dinner.

Wednesday I met up with Scott in the afternoon at Congregation Ale House in Pasadena.

Thursday morning I met up with Molly at Tartine, a new bakery in Pasadena. We had a really nice catch up then I helped her deliver some Met Opera papers. I’ll see her again Monday afternoon.

Thursday evening was Jeffrey’s commencement ceremony at the Pasadena Civic Auditorium. We stopped at Five Guys on the way home, my first time eating there. I can’t believe he has graduated hight school and will be going to Boulder in the autumn.

Friday was my visit to Dr Arase, my life-long dentist. Even though I was just at my French dentist early May, she still spent an hour cleaning my teeth. In the afternoon I collected Lucien from LAX. We decided to take surface streets home because all freeways were jammed. It was a good drive and I remembered most of the way from when I would have to do it driving home after work from Sierra Investment or Creative Intelligence. It was a trip down memory lane.

Saturday Lucien and I lunched at In-n-Out. In the evening I brought him over for dinner at my father’s house. I baked a bunt cake, that I had to disguise the disastrous results with lots of frosting.

My early 50th birthday party took place at Mt Lowe Brewery on Sunday. Kerry ensured our reserved area was well decorated in 50th birthday announcements. Christopher brought his signature birthday cake which was delicious. It was a fun afternoon catching up with family and friends. Unfortunately three friends had to send apologies at the last minute due to Covid. Darla was there, which was a huge surprise; I hadn’t seen her since high school graduation. Lucien met my family and friends from high school - my worlds colliding. I managed to spend some time with most people; though like a wedding, never enough time to catch up thoroughly with everyone. John, Alexandre and Dell showed up quite late which was perfect because then we all sat around one table and had a much more relaxed time. John, Alexandre and I went to El Portal in Pasadena for dinner to finish the evening.

Plant of the week

Lamiaceae Salvia apiana Jeps.

common name(s) - California white sage, bee sage, sacred sage, white sage synonym(s) - Audibertia polystachya Benth.; Audibertiella polystachya (Benth.) Briq.; Ramona polystachya (Benth.) Greene; Salvia apiana var. compacta Munz; Salvia californica Jeps. conservation rating - none native to - California, Baja California location - chez moi leaves - whitish evergreen; opposite with crenulate margins, thickly covered in hairs that trigger oil glands; when rubbed oils and resins are released, producing a strong aroma flowers - stalks, sometimes pinkish colored, grow above the foliage in the spring; flowers are white to pale lavender habit - evergreen compact, bushy perennial shrub to 1.5m tall and 1.3m wide habitat - occurs on dry slopes in coastal sage scrub, chaparral, and yellow-pine forests of Southern California to Baja California at less than 1,500m; found mainly in the coastal sage scrub habitat of Southern California and Baja California, on the western edges of the Mojave and Sonoran deserts pests - generally pest-free disease - generally disease-free hardiness - to -5ºC (H3) soil - well-drained, dry sun - full sun propagation - semi-ripe cuttings in summer pruning - cut back flower spikes to prolong flowering nomenclature - Lamiaceae - gullet, the name in Pliny refers to the gaping mouth of the corolla; Salvia - healer, the old Latin name for sage with medicinal properties; apiana - of bees, liked by bees NB - only three species of carpenter bee and one species of bumblebee actually leading to routine pollination; for healing use, several tribes have traditionally used the seed for removing foreign objects from the eye, similar to the way that Clary sage, Salvia sclarea, seeds have been used in Europe; tea from the roots is traditional among the Cahuilla women for healing and strength after childbirth; different parts of the plant are also used in ceremonies by several Native American cultures

References :

Gledhill, David, (2008) “The Names of Plants”, fourth edition; Cambridge University Press; ISBN: 978-0-52168-553-5

IUCN [online] http://www.iucnredlist.org/search [22 May 22]

Plants of the World [online] https://powo.science.kew.org/taxon/urn:lsid:ipni.org:names:290024-2 [22 May 22]

Royal Horticultural Society [online] https://www.rhs.org.uk/plants/16309/bee-sage/details [22 May 22]

Wikipedia [online] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvia_apiana [22 May 22]

World Flora Online [online] http://www.worldfloraonline.org/taxon/wfo-0000300281 [22 May 22]

#Salvia apiana

[tdalejandro]

Can't wait to bring back White Sierra Wednesday with this new cast

#the scary girl color swaps are boutta be crazy #reddit is gonna make everyone pale asf color swapping with her #total drama

[citrusacidic]

sometimes i dip my toes into the total drama main tag and they come out completely disintegrated minus the bones like it was a cartoony vat of acid

#i saw exactly one post that was white sierra wednesday adjacent and had to tap out of the fighting ring #total drama #total drama island

[td-hateblog]

Dearest Sienna,

I do not know what is real and what is tragedy. I feel numb. I cannot convince myself to vomit even though I can feel the bile in my throat. My brain is running on autopilot and if I drift for just a second I’ll become aware and break down.

Loud House color palette

😐

#tw bad post #i just realized we forgot to celebrate white sierra wednesday this week. so sad. #we just got a letter #homophobicwario #queuing this up 4 later

[peeterparkr]

between lightning and thunder|harry styles.

summary: he’s your best friend’s boyfriend, you have feelings for him, you know the drill.

“In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were.” 

word count: 7k

pairing: Harry Styles x reader

warnings: alcohol mention, a bit sad, Little Prince, some songs. 

PART TWO: thunderstorms and shooting stars PART THREE: stars and fate

So, here’s my first official Harry Styles one shot (kind of two-part one shot), thanks to @peachybloomss and @laurieteddy for helping me out with beta reading. Yes, there will be part two if you guys want it. I’ll see if you like it, please send feedback, reblog, be kind. 

The rain pattered against the asphalt, now bright and dense, reflecting the tinkling lantern that barely gave an excuse of light to the street. There you were, in that corner, shading the sidewalk with those sneakers that used to be white. You were getting wet, that was an understatement, you  knew you would have a cold the very next day. You clutched your dark blue umbrella as you waited for a miracle.

You saw the sky light up and counted the seconds.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

The lightning struck with such a crash it made you shiver.

It seemed like it was the worst day of your life. It probably wasn't, but that's how it felt. It is difficult to understand why a relationship ends. It’s even more difficult to understand when you’re an outsider. You were not one, though, not really. You wished you were. 

Your best friend’s boyfriend, now ex. Probably ex. 

Harry. 

You saw him, right outside of the building where you were supposed to be in, leaning to give a shoulder to your friend. You would, of course. 

But you wondered what would happen if you didn’t. If you instead went to him. Of course the imagination can go as wild as we let it go but this was just not what you needed. 

Harry. 

It felt weird, and you didn’t know if she’d seen her. He was pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to breathe in. They’d probably had another fight. One of those loud arguments where both of them made absolutely no sense at all. The relationship both of them were fighting for but there was barely any relationship to be saved at all. 

Harry. 

There are secrets in life we all like to keep. This was one you’d kept for a long while right now. 

But you didn't know how longer you could keep it. You were in love with your best friend’s boyfriend. Probably ex now. Who wouldn’t be? 

It was the same old story, coming of age kind of story with no happy ending whatsoever and which led to this absolute mess, with every day your feelings growing deeper. It was your fault for becoming so close to him. 

You saw him again, cursing at the rain as his hair was soaking, he only cursed between his teeth again as he was debating whether or not to go back into the building, he kicked the puddle forming in front of him and groaned. That’s when he saw you. 

With your dark blue umbrella, and coat. Calmly watching him, not moving, not doing anything at all. 

You wondered if he knew. 

If he’d ever notice how your eyes brightened up when he was in the room. Maybe he had, all those years, with you in the shadows. 

When you met him, him sitting down with some friends, they’d introduced you to one of his, and Sierra had insisted on pairing you up with that guy. Teenage years, when one escapes to parties and tries not to come back home drunk for your parents to notice. A Halloween party, you’d dressed up as Wednesday Addams, he’d dressed up as Elton John. 

You had noticed him first, his green eyes had crossed with yours. It wasn’t really his zone, it had seemed. Sierra had caught his eyes, though. 

You barely remembered anything from that party, it was like any other party from that time. Drunk teenagers, gathering around to smoke and play a bare excuse of beer pong. 

It had been raining but it had stopped, that you could remember. You had gone outside, tired from the buzzing music that you could barely recognize, just loud strums and unnecessary words put together. Songs talking about material things and partying. Not feelings. 

You remembered walking outside to the wet grass and you avoided some other people making out on the floor, Britney Spears making out with Frankenstein, that was something. Some other kids yelling through their phones as they assured their parents they weren’t drunk when they clearly stung like warm cheap beer. 

You didn’t remember why you had walked out. But you did remember seeing him there, too. 

“Got bored of the games?” He asked you, he was leaning against the wall. 

There it was, the reason you went outside. He had intrigued you, why hadn’t he stayed with his friends? Why was he staring at the night sky? Was he that drunk? 

You had crossed a few words with him throughout the party, nothing important or particular. Very… forgettable. You’d played beer pong against him and his friend, the one Sierra had insisted that he liked you. 

But nothing too important. 

However you’d seen him walk out. It had awakened something in you. 

“I’m terrible at beer pong,” you admitted. “Not even risking playing.” 

“That’s the fun of beer pong, though,”  he commented. “Ge’ing your ass drunk enough.” 

You chuckled. “Well why aren’t you playing anymore?” 

“I’m too good,” he sassed. “Ain’t nothin’ fun in that,” he pointed out. “So, Wednesday Addams, huh?” 

“Yes,” you smirked. “Be afraid, be very afraid.” 

“You’re too smiley to be Wednesday, very pretty smile,” he grinned. 

“Thanks, Elton,” you grinned. You didn’t know if the warmth in your body was from embarrassment or if it was the effect the alcohol was having on you.

He winked at you. “So, no beer pong for me.” 

You rolled your eyes, and laughed a little. “I’m sure that’s not the reason why you’re here outside, your friends are having fun.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I just came here to see the sky—That sounds so pretentious.” 

“It does,” you conceded. “But I’ll give it to you, it’s pretty, can’t judge you, I partly came outside for it, too.” Although you hadn’t. It was no secret his eyes had staggered in your mind for the whole night and that the constant smiling had caught your attention. 

He had smiled, you still remembered it to this day. “Haven’t had a clear sky in days,” he commented. 

You shrugged, “haven’t noticed.” 

“You haven’t noticed,” he sounded incredibly offended, “didn’t you miss this?” He pointed at the sky, he was just slightly tipsy you could tell. “The stars?” 

That had made you smile and even laugh. “Oh, yes. I missed it, I just hadn’t realized how much.” 

“You hadn’t noticed how much you missed this beautiful night sky!” His movements were big, hands up in the air. He even caused some of the other teenagers to stop making out. 

“Shh! You’ve interrupted them!” You pointed out as the couple walked away angrily. 

“Tha’s great! Look at the sky fellas!” He reached out for them. 

You laughed. “Oh my god.” 

“Huh, they can be horny teens else here. Why ruin m’moment with the sky and a beautiful girl,” he grinned at you. “This only happens in the movies!” He yelled again. 

You couldn’t help but blush and cling to the red cup in your hand. He was drunk. 

“In the movies though, the guy isn’t as drunk,” you mocked. 

“I’m not even that drunk love,” he said. “I’m just concerned how you haven’t noticed the stars.” 

“I had noticed the moon was gone,” you admitted. “Bigger fan of the moon, alright?,” you said. “Right up there, see it?” 

“She’s gorgeous,” he grinned. You stared at it, bright and round, and you turned to him shining bright enough in his nose. “She’s the love of my life,” he stated. 

You had chuckled. “It’s a shame she disappears once every month.” 

“She’s reborn,” he chuckled. “Maybe we should learn from ‘er, huh?” 

“Really?” 

“Each month she rises up again and she’s beautiful in each one of her stages,” he commented, “no matter if she’s on her way to the darkness, she’s stunning.” 

You only scrunched your nose. “We’re getting a bit too poetic, are we?” 

He laughed. “Maybe,” he admitted. 

“I’m kidding, I like that,” you’d said. “We should all be like the moon.” 

“Hm, but if we were, who’d be the stars,” he commented. “It’s funny, we take the stars for granted but y’know what?” He chuckled. “Each one of ‘em is very particular.” 

“No one would notice if a star was gone,” you pointed out. 

“I would, the sky would look sadder,” he said. “And even if I love the moon, everyone does really, the stars are what paint the night sky so beautifully.” 

“Well the moon works hard to be seen,” you grinned. “I think we should compliment her effort.” 

“What about the stars? They’re so far away yet they’re freckling the dark sky,” he smiled and then turned to you.“This does feel like a movie scene, innit?” 

“A bit, yeah.” 

“It’s not one,” he added. “Or else you would’ve kissed me.” 

You coughed, blushing. You had felt butterflies. The kind of butterflies that hadn’t disappeared in all those years. “Yeah, it’s not—Not a movie scene.” 

You should’ve kissed him, though. But he hadn’t kissed you either so maybe that was the answer you needed.

“Is it the Wednesday Addams in you?” He wondered with a chuckle. 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, trying to get as serious as you could. 

He blushed. “What would you do if a guy worshiped and adored you? Who'd do anything for you? Who'd be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?” 

“I’d pity him,” you quoted Wednesday. 

He laughed. “You do know her, great.” He kept staring at the sky. “It would be great if a shooting star passed by, would add to it.” 

“Shooting stars, are they like the moon?” You asked.

He chuckled. “No, they’re one of a kind and shall be treasured. If you miss your shot then it’s gone, you should take the chance when you get it.” 

“Never thought of it that way,” you admitted.”hm who would’ve thought a drunken teenager dressed as Elton John would teach me of this.” 

“A wise drunk teenager dressed as Elton John,” he corrected. “You’re a lil’ bit tipsy yourself huh.”

You grinned. “Yeah, just a little.” 

“Besides, you proved my point!” He chipped. “You hadn’t noticed the stars!” 

You smiled. “Now I will, I guess, thanks Elton.” 

“I love the stars,” he pointed out. “Shame they’re barely seen.

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart,” you said. 

“The Little Prince,” he grinned. “You know that book?” 

“Everyone knows it,” you chuckled. “But yes, it’s my favorite.” 

“But everyone barely does,” he grinned. “It’s my favorite book, too, read it each year.” 

“Me too,” you beamed. “Helps me out when I’m lost.” 

“I always learn something,” he said. 

You grinned. 

“I’m Harry,” he had introduced himself to you. “Harry Styles.” 

And it rolled on the top of your tongue every now and then, that named you crushed and cursed. It had lingered until now. Of course his stupid name was perfect, too. 

You should’ve kissed him or ran along with his—had he attempted to flirt? Was he trying that? You knew you had liked him. One of those stupid connections, like he’d said. It had felt like one, one of those coming of age films. But it wasn’t. 

Short conversation that you couldn’t quite put your head to it. Didn’t make any sense, if you were honest. You should’ve kissed him, and to this day you still wondered what would’ve happened if you had. 

The story of how Harry and Sierra had officially met was his favorite to tell. He’d say it over and over, how a beautiful girl dressed like Puglsey Addams, because of course best friends always match, had accidentally ran to him and he’d spilled his drink on her moments after meeting you. How he had helped her in the bathroom to clean herself and they’d instantly laughed. How he had fallen in love with her the second he’d met her. 

Funny. 

They had walked out of that party, they’d probably gone for a walk. You remembered it. How since that day you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

How since that day you always stared at the night sky and watched the stars. 

Funny thing, he was the one to call you out for being in love with the moon and never paying attention to the stars, yet he had never noticed you. Taken you for granted. 

You couldn’t blame him, after all, the moon was the love of his life. 

You’d grown fonder of him, and Sierra had made sure you both got along. 

“My best friend and my boyfriend have to get along.” 

You shouldn’t have, though. Because with time you both were hanging out a friendship was forming, from his side. And then a growing feeling in yours. 

Had he ever noticed? 

Each time Sierra dragged him so you wouldn’t feel left out, but it was counterproductive because you’d fall for him. Because it seemed that his jokes were just made for you, and you couldn’t help but think that you were meant to be. 

Maybe he’d noticed that time near her birthday, years ago, when he’d call you to bake cookies together for your friend. He probably had noticed then. Maybe he had felt something, too. 

Licking a spoonful of cookie dough, and laughing against each other, how he would hide his smile, and how he’d give you those shy green eyes before avoiding a laugh when you’d said a very bad joke. 

How both of you were tiptoeing and dancing in the kitchen, music playing loud, as you were sitting on the counter and he leaned against it, scrolling on his phone as he played songs. 

“Okay, so this,” Harry had said, “this is one of my favorites,” he said before a guitar started to play. 

“The Zombies, She’s not there!” You guessed quickly. “A classic, please, you have to be kidding me, play something difficult.” 

“How do you know it?” Harry frowned, jokingly turning to you. “I swear—“

“I love them, what do you mean?” You chuckled. 

“But you’ve guessed every single song I’ve played,” he pointed out very dramatically. “Every single one, I swear Sierra wouldn’t have guessed one.” 

“Sierra has bad taste in music,” you pointed out. “I love her, but really, but she’s got great taste in cookies so she’ll love this.” 

Because you knew him. Sierra dated him but you knew him. And sometimes you wondered how Sierra couldn’t really see his magic. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about it, back then, how you fit so well together. How your laugh would synchronize with his and how every single joke he’d make, no matter how stupid, was funny to you. The way you’d try to hide some smiles, and how the tension would be broken when she arrived. She whom he loved. 

A usual friend. Should’ve remained as friends. You still were. You felt dirty each time they looked at each other, it hurt, so much. And they talked too cute, and they were always adorable. 

You had to stop thinking about him. 

Except you loved him, and you had realized it, that one time, around Christmas, one of those Christmas parties that you always had with your friends in which eventually Harry had joined in. You remembered how you got his name in Secret Santa. 

Cozy night it was, they were cuddling each other. 

You remembered how he had opened it, Love is a Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski, a book he’d constantly mentioned, a book he loved. He had thanked you and hugged you and it had been the perfect Christmas present. 

You knew that. 

You saw them, kissing under that mistletoe that he’d jokingly placed on top of them. You wished you were her. Sierra being pretty and lovely. And Sierra having him. 

But then he’d decided to give everyone presents, maybe for accepting him on your Christmas party, or whatever he meant. How he was the life in the party, and how he had made you smile. 

And everyone got presents, and each of them proved how much he put thoughts into it, because he really wanted to make them. How he had given that one friend some brushes so they could paint, or a new camera to that other one. 

You remembered how perfectly unevenly wrapped yours was, with that silly wrapping paper that had  little Santas on it. He probably had wrapped it himself, you could see how it was cut, and the tape all over it, with a hand-made bow, so pretty. It felt warm, and it felt like him. You opened it, he told you you could rip it off, and you hadn't, you had so slowly opened it, you still kept that wrapping paper to this day.  The Little Prince. As if he was joking with you. 

He had only winked at you, probably unaware that he was digging a deeper way into your heart. 

And you kept loving him, watching him from afar as they kissed over and over again. 

How you’d help her with gifts for him, when his own birthdays came around, like when you told her to give him more rings for his fingers, because you knew him. And how he would share his news with you first because he knew you’d listen. 

You wondered if Sierra ever noticed he was more than the guy who had nice clothes, and the guy with that pretty smile. Did she ever stop to listen to his thoughts? Those that came at 2 in the morning. Those you’d been able to listen to at a party, where both of you were away from the crowd as Sierra was partying with some other of your friends. 

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Harry had asked you, that New Years party. They had kissed at midnight, of course. He had brought his guitar, a new habit that he had earned over the time. You loved every time he sang, raspy and quiet. Over the years he’d sing more and more with you, and less and less with crowds. He thought nobody wanted to listen, you did, you always wanted to listen. 

You only looked up to see her, she was. Dancing as the lights were jumping around with her, the music bouncing with her. Harry had his fingers brushing against the strings, barely stroking it, as he was so mesmerized watching Sierra. You always wanted to be seen that way, you never would. 

You could never be Sierra, and of course, why would Harry ever turn to love someone like you? When Sierra was so perfect and lovely. 

You’d never say anything, maybe Sierra did notice. But she trusted you. 

“Yeah,” you had answered. You had been cold. 

He could tell, you knew that. 

“You’re cold,” he pointed out matter-of-factly. 

“I am,” you admitted. “Tis cold, though.” 

“You’re never cold, though,” he pointed out. 

“I am today.” 

“I’m not cold,” he had said. “Want my jacket?” 

And he had given it to you, and Sierra had seen it. And she didn’t mind. Because Sierra trusted you, and she trusted him. 

So she didn’t mind when Harry had taken your hand to shove you into the dancefloor with him. Sierra had said it once: ‘he sees you as a best friend, I think he’s claiming you’. 

And you remembered being silly while dancing with him, how he put his hands in fists and shook them in front of his chest, giggling to himself, and gave you that damned smile. And by then by that time you aready had your own way with him, always singing to each other, being stupid really. 

Heroes by Bowie was playing, a song he loved, and you did too. 

“Just for one day.” 

You still thought it was your song.

And though you were the one to wear the sweater, she’d be the one to go home with him. So in love. It didn’t matter. 

But life goes on, the birds sing, the sun keeps rising.

It had been a long time since you thought of him that way, he was just one more, another broken heart. And you knew it, that life does not stop, she did not either. And crying for a love that never had a chance to be sounds foolish, insensitive and useless.

At some point you did move on. Because you had to, and you wanted it to pass but then it would always come, how he’d smile at you and you’d think of it, the start that one time when you should’ve done something. 

And it was weird listening to Sierra talk about him, she was so desperately in love with him. That’s what mattered, they made each other happy. And so, so happy. And though it hurt, you knew it had to be that way. 

You were the one to listen to both of them, whenever they had a small fight or whatever, both sides. You usually agreed with both, honestly, but always took Sierra’s side. She was your best friend, after all. 

And you couldn’t tell the world that he made you oh so happy, and you new Sierra probably didn’t even think of it, because you weren’t obvious and you had dates of your own, you dated other people of course, but you always ended up wondering what would happen between you and Harry. 

It probably didn’t ever occur to Sierra. Not to Harry either, probably. Because everything was so platonic. Like when he picked you up in the middle of the night just because he wanted to drive around the city, whenever him and Sierra had a fight and he needed to understand her and he knew that the way to understand her was through you. And you’d end up sitting on the trunk of his car, watching the stars, listening to him, making him laugh until the sun was rising. 

You knew everything about him, meaning behind every single tattoo, favorite movie, favorite song. You always had to stop yourself, so patient, but sometimes you couldn’t help it, your hand would brush his hair and you’d think about it, if you could only kiss him. Would it feel the way you dreamed of it? 

An indentation between you and him, always stepping back. But then he’d smile at you and you’d want to close it. Please, please, please, just once. How would it feel? To seal the notch, close the gap.

And once it had happened. Nothing serious, really. A few years ago, around spring, nothing serious. Not at all. It was an accident. 

Really was, of course.  

Harry had been excited about Spring, and Sierra always said that whenever spring came around love was in the air, and Harry wanted to plan out a picnic for Sierra so of course he asked for your help. 

It had been so stupid, an accident. He had asked you to go to the supermarket with him, and you were prancing around, laughing and having fun. He was always so sweet when it came to be so domestic. He was singing in the hallways as he was choosing the pastries, picking out the wine. 

“Something in the way she moves,” he sang along to the song, hand movements as he reached out for a feeling with his hand, exaggerated movements as he threw his head back. 

“The Beatles,” you said, matter of factly. But you knew the Beatles weren’t singing that version. It didn’t feel like a usual supermarket song, but he was moving his head and singing. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “However, they’re not the-”

“Not the ones singing, I know, that’s a woman,” you answered before he could fight back. 

He giggled, “Yea, this is Phyllis Dillon,” he pointed out. “Such a song. I’m impressed, y/n, you didn’t know her.” 

“Didn’t, now I do,” you grinned. “Unusual song for the supermarket.”

He watched you, tiredly with that bright smile that could light up the entire world. Sunlight. 

“This is going to sound rude,” he said. 

You raised your brows at him. 

“But like, if Sierra and I ever break up who’s gonna keep you?” He joked. 

You had laughed. “Like a dog?” 

He scrunched his nose. “I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“Oh, I’m most certain you did,” you teased. 

“Did not.” 

“Well I don’t think you guys will break up,” you had said, and you had meant it, because you really didn’t want them to. He made your best friend happy and your best friend made him happy. All that matters. 

He smiled, “you think?” 

“Yeah, I’m making sure you don’t,” you winked at him. “Also, that wine, Harold?” You asked before putting it back and choosing a better one. 

“Thanks for helping me,” he had said. “Y’er always such a good friend.” 

“Just making sure everything is—“

“Perfect for Sierra, I kno’,” he smirked. “And you always make sure tis perfect for me too.” 

You grinned. “I'm the mastermind behind the relationship.”

And the problem was he had leaned over to kiss your cheek, you guessed in an attempt to thank you for being a friend, but it had been an accident or maybe you had turned to him, subconsciously longing for your lips to meet his. Barely a peck. Yet it had felt… electric. As if a lightning had just struck you. 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

Four. 

And he had backed away. 

Had he felt it? That buzzing and flickering spark? That thunder You’d kissed. 

In a grocery store. Planking a picnic for his girlfriend. Your best friend. This was wrong. 

“I’m—sorry,” both of you had said at the unison. 

“I—was going to—“

“I didn’t know—“

But both of you knew it had been four seconds. It’s funny, someone had once taught you to count the seconds between thunders and lighting. In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. 

In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were. 4 seconds had been until he had pulled away. 

4 stupid seconds. 

Could mean a lot of things, could mean nothing. 

Harry and you had stopped talking for a while after it happened. Neither of you told Sierra, but she had noticed you were avoiding her boyfriend which brought her to doubt him. No she didn’t think you had kissed. She thought you had fought or whatever she had come up with. 

“Don’t you like Harry anymore? Why are you not hanging out with us anymore?” She had asked you. 

“Maybe I don’t want to third-wheel anymore,” you snapped. “Enjoy your boyfriend, Sierra. I don’t have to be around twenty four seven.” 

That’s when the problems had started. Not between you and Sierra, but him and Sierra. It was no secret you had been the “mastermind” behind their relationship. But you had walked out of there. However it had been coincidental, or so you told yourself. It didn’t really have much to do with you walking out. 

Or had it? 

You had guessed you’d feel that way each night, with the light of your phone illuminating your face while the dark room paled your tears. You’d see his initial on the screen, and doubt if calling was a choice. He was never a talker, really. He barely liked to speak up. He was more of...actions. So whenever he didn’t do anything, you knew something was up. He wasn’t... really, he wasn’t like this. 

At least a text but he didn’t like texting. Nothing. His silent treatments were like others. The ‘H’ is silent, you thought to yourself. 

Funny.

Sierra had mentioned he had been distanced. It was around the time you started dating Daniel. Danny.

And you saw Sierra arguing over and over through the phone, and coming back crying to your shared apartment. Giving her your shoulder to cry on.

She said that Harry had told her he wasn’t sure about it. 

Which led to the first breakup. 

One that didn’t really last. But you remembered it perfectly, you were at a museum, date with Danny. Nice, romantic. 

And then you’d received a call, Harry. He hadn’t called you in a while and you weren’t sure why he had called you. 

You had looked down at the caller ID. He wasn��t a texter, you knew that, but—you answered the phone. 

“Hello? Harry?” You answered, with fear. 

Danny hadn’t questioned you. 

“Sierra and I broke up,” he stated. 

You felt cold. “Oh.” Your first instinct had been to call your friend. See if she was okay. 

“I—“he sighed. “I… can I see you?” 

“I—sure but—“

“Okay, I’ll pick you up in ten,” he said. “Please don’t—“

“Oh, Harry I’m on a date right now.” 

“You—what?” 

“Yes I’m here with Danny,” you had said. “On a date.” 

He had gone quiet, dangerously quiet. 

“But-I’ll call you when I get home, alright?” 

“Yeah.” 

When you got home, Sierra had her door locked and didn’t want to talk to you. 

“I need some time alone.” 

And you had called Harry but he hadn’t answered. 

One. 

Two. 

Three.

Four calls until he answered. Before you knew it, you were with him, driving again, he liked to drive, you knew that. To watch a sunset. As they said in The Little Prince, you see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

And he was sad, and he was quiet. ‘Could it Be Another Chance’ by The Samples was playing in the background. 

“I guess Sierra told you,” he had said, gulping. 

“She didn’t,” you said. 

He hadn’t dared to look at you. It felt weird, you hadn’t talked to him a while and seeing him standing there with tears wanting to come down. 

He coughed. “Well.” 

“What happened?” You didn’t know. 

He hadn’t answered, and there was that usual frown upon his face, thoughtful, very thoughtful and dark if he wanted it to be. He was sad or disappointed. You didn’t blame him, of course, breakups are hard enough. 

“Dunno,” he admitted. Endless nightmare when he didn’t actually say what he wanted to. He actually had that habit, but he usually showed it, with his eyes. 

“Then?” 

“Are you afraid of me, y/n?” He blurted out the question. 

“Why would I?” 

“Not in the--scary way,” he said quickly. “But in the way that we both know each other,” he said. “The way that it feels off.” 

“I’ve never felt off with you,” you admitted. 

“That’s the thing,” he sighed. “That’s the thing,” he repeated. “I don’t get it,” he said. 

“Did you feel off with Sierra?” You asked. 

He didn’t answer. Maybe he should’ve. 

“We haven’t talked for a while so I have no inkling on where you were standing,” you admitted. “Not from Sierra’s perspective, either.” 

He shook his head. “That’s the thing,” he said for the third time. “That’s the thing.” 

He had only turned the music louder, and sang along to it. 

“Danny, then?” He asked eventually. “Danny?” 

“Yeah,” you said. 

“And do you feel off with him?” He asked. 

“I don’t.” 

He had clenched his jaw.  “Is it going anywhere?” He asked. “Or is it like any other guy you’ve dated?”

“No.” 

“You like him, right?” He asked. 

You smiled, slightly, feeling warm on your cheeks. “I-” 

“When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes’?” He asked. 

You didn’t answer. 

“I’m just, I’ve been wondering I’ve always wanted to feel with Sierra the same way I feel with you,” he had said. “Not in-” 

“Harry that’s-” 

“Sounds mental, doesn’t it?” He sighed. “To want a friend in someone you love.” 

“Someone you love should be a friend,” you said. “But I…” 

“Did you ever wonder about it?” 

“About what?” 

He shrugged. “If that night I had ran into Wednesday instead of Pugsley.” 

“You did run into me,” you pointed out. “It just wasn’t meant to be.” 

“Yeah, could’ve been.” 

But it had you thinking. Maybe it  had been stupid, but you had broken up with Danny after a few weeks of thought. Or maybe led Danny to break up with you because you had been off. And it had felt off, and it hadn’t but with one simple question Harry had made, it had you thinking. 

And maybe it was stupid to think that now that Harry and Sierra had broken up you could simply get your shot, but he had been the one to say it, hadn’t he? 

Shooting stars are chances. And he was one and you hadn't taken it. 

Just after you’d walk in to your apartment with Sierra, you’d seen them kissing again. They were back together. 

So there was your chance, gone again but then again it was stupid to think that you could get a shot, besides it was Sierra’s boyfriend. 

Yes, heartbroken you were. 

And it continued, for a long while. They were fine again and you had to be quiet again. Halloween, Spring, New Years, Christmas, Birthdays, parties, every single season they were there. All the time. And they were fine. For most of the time, other times not so much, and the second, and third breakup came around. Yet, they always got back together, even with all the fighting and yelling which you never understood, not really. Why would anyone stay in a relationship like that? 

You guessed that at the end of the day they still loved each other, and their fights were simply stupid and they always, always, always got over them. You didn’t, you remembered them yelling and fighting and just searching for an excuse to stay together, and then they’d kiss and forget it and they’d be calmed. 

It still ached, to have him around nd think of the stupid ‘what if’ that would certainly never come because even if you were given the chance, you’d never take it because Sierra was and would always be your best friend. 

Did she know? Had she seen it? The way your world stopped when Harry was around? How you’d make time for him or how whenever he was around you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Your bright and true smile, and how you’d listen to every song he told you to, or how you’d always be there to listen to him, no matter the time. 

How you looked away each time they kissed and how you wished you could find someone like him and yet it wouldn’t be enough because it wouldn’t be him. Because his mind was the place where you wanted all your secrets to be hidden. His lips were the only one thing that could make you feel, or so you thought, that could make you get to paradise. His voice was supposed to tell your story, and his ears were meant to listen to you. 

Yet, it was Sierra. 

Not you. 

Sierra. 

And Harry would tell her. He loved her, he lived for her, spared his entire life and love for her. And though you knew they weren’t happy, you wondered if you were allowed to tell them. Maybe you were biased, and you did hear them say how they loved each other but then it… You could tell it was off. 

The moment you had given up had been barely a few weeks ago, finally given up. You remembered how he had asked for your help. 

“I’m picking out a ring, y/n.” 

“Another one?” You had chuckled. “You’ll need more fingers, Harold.” 

“For Sierra.” 

“Oh, she’s not really a ring person-” you had started. 

“No, I… y/n I’m asking her to marry me,” he had blurted. 

You had paused. 

“Seems like it’s time,” he said. “And she’s been hintin’ it. Doesn’t get any better than this.” 

It hurt. But you had gone with him. 

Walking through the store, seeing rings and rings, jewelry.

“I dunno anything ‘bout marriage,” he admitted. “It’s ironic, I love rings yet this one I can’t seem to know….” 

“This one is pretty,” you had pointed out at one. 

He had made a face, scrunching his nose. Always making faces.

“Why are you doing this?” You had questioned. 

He had looked up at you. He knew why you were asking. Because things hadn’t been right but he probably thought this was the way to make things right, but he probably wanted you to question him. Harry couldn’t be tied, yet this seemed like he was tying himself. 

It made you sad, how he had lost what made him oh so beautiful, oh so perfect. His freedom. He was willing to take away his freedom. Not because marriage per se was taking away someone’s freedom but for Harry this particular decision seemed like it was. 

He didn’t smile anymore, not that much, he wasn’t as silly. 

“She’s my moon,” he had said. 

“Yet I remember you were a bigger fan of the stars,” you had called him out. 

“The shooting star passed, y/n, this is what’s meant to happen, I lost a shooting star, but I love the moon,” he said. “The moon is meant to be loved.” 

“Marriage won’t solve your problems.” 

“I know, but it might make me get back to my senses, I’ve spent all these years with her, I love her, that’s it, no other explanation, and that’s--” 

“Harry.” 

“it is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important,” he quoted. 

“Love doesn’t mean wasting time.” 

And the conversation had continued and you kept playing it over and over your head, and tried to understand if this was your fault, which you were sure led to the fourth breakup, to the one you probably were witnessing now. 

To this day, of you standing with your dirty sneakers, with two options. To offer a shoulder or to finally try and fight for something that probably would never work. To risk everything for once. 

Standing with your umbrella, watching him staring at you. Wondering what could’ve happened if it had been Wednesday instead of Pugsley. Wondering what would’ve happened if you kissed him. Wondering what would’ve gone by had you made a wish to that shooting star. 

You were willing to do it. Risk it all to count the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. 

-

part two: thunderstorms & shooting stars

part three: stars and fate

I’ll tag some friends who might like this: 

@saintlavrents @annathesillyfriend @tanyalooovesyou @harrysrightchelseaboot @harrysleftchelseaboot @wholesomestyles @whatevsholland @eerieharrie​ @pparkeramorr​

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[thechembow]

A Little Comic Relief from Yahoo News

Dec. 20, 2021

I love looking at the 7 day outlook and the astronomical amounts of rain and snow coming to the west coast week after week in California. We’re already above average in many place and winter starts tomorrow.

Lately every article about the enormous amounts of snow, in the case of this latest headline 5-8 feet in the Sierras in addition to the many feet that have already fallen, has to say that the state is in a drought. That’s because the “state” is in a drought. But the state is not the place. Sound like Zen Buddhism? That’s because I am pointing out the difference between reality (lots of rain) and fiction (the state’s computer driven statistics that can be based on whatever they want them to be). 

The State of California is a fictional entity which is apparently having business problems. Business interruptions, which have nothing to do with rain, are actually a factor in determining drought on the US Drought Monitor. There are dozens of other indicators, most of which have nothing to do with rainfall and which can be picked and chosen to create whatever narrative allows water companies to declare a drought and charge more. By the way, water companies declaring drought is also a factor in determining the Drought Monitor, so they can literally create fictional droughts at will!

Because the government is run entirely by AI (the ad with President Biden is included to illustrate that point, the ad below that shows how they’ve integrated humans into the AI matrix), they can’t actually see real weather as it happens and rely entirely on computer models. This is also how meteorology works. They observe computer models and make guesses instead of observing atmospheric energy, which is responsible for all weather. As a child, one of the jobs I thought I might like in the future was meteorologist. Thank God I never became one! I’d never understand weather if I did. Orgonomy is the true science of weather, and even someone who isn’t a scientist can use their own brain to see that we are drenched here in California. We still haven’t dried out from the last storm, which is quite obvious to anyone who has to spend any time outdoors. The AI doesn’t spend time outdoors.

So rain and snow are hitting the west coast as drought continues, the president is still a robot. and he is still convincing the people that the computer virus that infected their system in late 2019 is actually something affecting humans.

Currently it’s cloudy here in Southern California, but the DOR still needs to transmute before it can rain. I forecast the DOR will lift by early evening and skies will be clear with DOR based travel on Tuesday morning. The evidence of DOR based travel (which people call “chemtrails”) will transmute by late morning tomorrow, and throughout the day we should see DOR versus OR battling it out in the atmosphere. 

Wednesday will be when the DOR is overtaken by OR and it will rain. This rain will turn to snow and we’re likely to have a white Christmas in the mountains. They are also forecasting the temperatures about 8-10 degrees above reality because they don’t like the unusually cold fall we’ve had nor do they like the blockbuster winter we’re about to have (it doesn’t fit their agenda, but then again it’s not their choice). Always remember there is a difference between reality and the news, and the weather report is just part of the news.

#orgone #orgone energy #orgonite #weather #forecast #orgonomy #meteorology #climate #drought #california #winter #snow #rain #free energy #weather war #artificial intelligence #AI #OR #DOR #christmas #white christmas #computervirus-19 #compvid-19

[kneestotheearth]

But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched myself begin again.

Yesterday was the official start of my spring break! Hooray, hooray! I have waited for this break to finally commence. This is my second run for another finished school year as a preschool teacher here in Japan. Now I have only nine days left to prepare for the next marathon. And to prepare for that, I decided to get a good short hair cut, just above my shoulders, ringing around my neck, and one that I have never tried for the longest time. What a risk taker is she.

Yesterday was a particularly good spring journey to the hair salon, and for the little votes I casted for the person I decided I want to be: one that never gets afraid to step out and enjoy her day throughout alone.

The hair salon was located in Ebisu, a bit posh and laidback of a city neatly tucked somewhere in Shibuya. It was recommended to me by my D-group leader at church. Ebisu was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I had never ever set my foot once on that place but I’ve seen it countless times in train stops. And I needed a hair cut so bad.

My 50-centimeter long, starting-to-be-frizzy black hair, was lately causing problems with migraines and with my current budget for shampoo and conditioner. I used to only pump one, two pumps of shampoo and conditioner for my hair. Lately I found myself pumping for about three, four, five pumps! to say the least.

To cut the long story (and the hair, ha!) short, and together with my never–ending question of Why do I never get Tokyo right? during my commute, I made it to the hair salon and had a good and decent short hair cut for the first time in my life! I’m not kidding. A good short hair cut is never a friend of mine. Most of the time, it doesn’t fit and frame my face. But my hair stylist, Kenji, has magical hands. He made the cut fit and frame my face well. Even after washing the blow–dried hair off. Another serendipitous discovery. Tokyo and its gems. I decided in me to have it as my go-to hair salon. 

It was around three o’ clock in the afternoon when it ended. It quite felt a little bit too early to go home yet, and the colors of spring were laid out everywhere. The cherry pink petals, the yellow pockets of sunlight, the baby blue skies. Earlier at home, before setting out for Ebisu, I read the second chapter of Atomic Habits by James Clear that tackles about how habits shape identity. He explains it this way:

New identities require new evidence. If you keep casting the same votes you’ve always cast, you’re going to get the same results you’ve always had. If nothing changes, nothing is going to change. It is a simple two-step process.

1. Decide the type of person you want to be. 2. Prove it to yourself with small wins.

For the longest time, I have always envisioned the kind of woman I want to be. The vision of womanhood is clear but why do I never get to that part? It's because my choices had always been the same, all along. I would have definitely casted the vote to go and stay home. My old, boring vote. After all, I was just by myself. It felt no fun to be by myself. 

But I was taken aback by my own thought. When did I decide it was no fun to be by myself? Who decided it was no fun to be myself?

I casted a new vote: I decided to enjoy this particular Wednesday. After all, it was the day God had made. I chose to rejoice and be glad in it.

I pranced along the brick steps of Ebisu, stretching towards the architectural heights of Tokyo Photographic Art Museum, a local government project dedicated for photography and moving images. The checkerboard tiles, black and white, felt not Japan, as if I was somewhere west, somewhere New York. 

I bought two tickets for two exhibitions. The first exhibition was about light as medium through series of black-and-white photographs. My favorites were the running deers and winter sunsets in Sierra Nevada. All captured light, strong and soft, fast and slow, as medium of a certain moment, of a certain expression. Just like with language. This time in pictures.

The second one was a photographic history of Hakodate, a well-known city in Hokkaido, a prefecture I would love to visit again. Hakodate is one of the important places in Japan’s history of photography. It was strikingly educating to see Hakodate in the old times, and how Japanese people saw Hakodate through their eyes. Old Japanese schools, classroom pictures, silkworm centers, firefighter’s club, the day-to-day mundane activities made me say I want to visit Hakodate now and capture the same memories for my own exhibition. Just like with the pictures. This time at this point of history.

Typing this out now opens my eyes to a dawning truth: that it was fun. That I was fun. That I am fun. 

I don’t need to wait for anyone to be with me in places that I always, always want to visit. The only person I need to bring with me is me. The choices, the casted votes, the small wins I make today will get me to that part: the vision of womanhood I decided to be, one that never gets afraid to step out and enjoy her day throughout alone.

It’s not that I didn't want to be with anyone anymore. That wasn’t the point at all. The point is to stop boxing myself from the particular day-to-day happiness I can grab for myself, one that can be content with oneself regardless. 

When I looked at the sakura trees while waiting for my train to arrive, I was mesmerized by their delicate beauty. Light was the first thing that came into my mind. How these cherry blossoms took captive each light and in a sense, became light itself. I took a quick snap in my phone, followed by a quick dismay because of that beauty, of that lightness not and never captured. The sakura trees are meant to be enjoyed live, not framed.

Same thing, I guess. My life is to be enjoyed live, and not always framed or scripted in the comforts of my home, in the corners of my mind. God blessed me three years staying here. He meant this place for me to soak myself in, not in the trivial things of the world, but to soak in His goodness and grace displayed through His creation. He meant for me to discover more paths, brick steps or checkerboard tiles. He meant for me to step out, to live, to say Father, thank You for bringing me here.

I sat in the cafe, vanilla cheesecake and iced coffee on my table, this tiny novel on my hands. Lost in the serene process of reading, sipping coffee, eating slices, and looking out on the window with the pondered thought, that this, right here, maybe, was what it felt like to be in that one specific Taylor Swift line in Begin Again. But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again. A personal favorite. Materialized. Lived out. A small win.

After all, this was on a Wednesday, in a cafe. I watched myself begin again.

#thoughts