Photo: I see faces – August 2016

Sometimes I take pictures of odd stuff, and a few months ago I liked the pattern of the fat in the water when washing a frying pan, so I grabbed my camera and snapped a picture of it.

Last month I discovered this challenge and going through some old pictures I saw not one, but 2 faces, on the fatty bubbles of my frying pan.
One of a sort of a big-eyed jelly monster, and the other of a creature with flowing hair…

Can you see them?

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If not, you can check them here.

 


This post was written in response to I See Faces from August 2016.

Life

A loud THUD, then silence.

His body falls to the ground.

I run to check on him.

His eyes are still open and expressive.

I can hear the drum of his heart.

Good! There is still life on him.

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This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Prompt #21, which this week prompts for the words:

| SILENCE | EYES| HEART | DRUM | LIFE |

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy

Owls are animals famous for being nocturnal hunters. But not every owl is nocturnal. Some like to be active and hunt during the day.

A couples years ago, I attended a falconism exhibition and learned that the eye color of the owls can give you a hint on their habits. Then, today, as I was preparing this post, I decided to do a little research on that, just to confirm and realized there is also a third type, the crepuscular.

And I just happen to have pictures from all three, taken on the exhibition I mentioned above. Here they are:

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Dark eyes in owls that like to hunt at night – nocturnal

 

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Yellow eyes for owls that like to hunt during daylight – diurnal

 

 

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Orange eyes for owls that prefer hunting around dawn or dusk – crepuscular

 


This post was written in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy

 

 

 

Blue sea

The last thing I remember was asking the waiter to bring my burger with no cheese and no bun, but wrapped in lettuce instead.

Then suddenly I was flying over a crystalline blue sea. Or maybe it was a lake, as it was very round. The color was the prettiest blue/turquoise color I have ever seen. Right at the middle of all that blueness, there was a black circle, like an island. No. Not an island, as it was deep rather than going up the surface. More like a black hole.

The hole started to drag myself into it and I felt like falling. Free fall into the depths of it, surrounded by the sea of blue. But I didn’t feel afraid. I actually felt great. As good as I have ever been in my life.

A sense of tranquility and calmness struck me and I felt just happy. Extremely happy!

Then I hear my name being called. At first very faintly, then a bit louder.

“Stacy?”

The call was louder and clearer now and I feel myself flying back up very fast, getting farther and farther away from the back hole, from the crystalline blue, which turns out is surrounded by a white smooth surface…

Then I finally come back to reality and I see some worry on his eyes.

“Are you ok? You looked like you were lost for a while.”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just got a bit distracted. Sorry. But what were you saying?”

And to myself: “Lost alright. On the depths of you pretty blue eyes…”

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This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Eye writting challenge.
The pretty eyes pictured above are from my neighbor, image cropped and edited to make the color pop up more and also to protect his identity.