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On Independence Day weekend Reno hosts the All-American Barbecue Festival and the Firecracker 500 off road race.  This set contains informal portraits, candids and performers.  The high plains of Northern Nevada are special with lots of sunshine, moderate afternoon high temperatures, cool evenings and low humidity.  It was beautiful in the afternoons when the sun slipped behind the Silver Legacy and Eldorado buildings.

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►Greek Mythology: “Poseidon, The God of Sea”.-

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►Greek Mythology: “Poseidon, The God of Sea”:

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"Neptune and Triton" by Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1620-1622). Victoria and Albert Museum of London. “Neptune and Triton” by Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1620-1622). Victoria and Albert Museum of London.

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Poseidon (Roman equivalent: Neptune), was a son of Cronos and Rhea and brother of Zeus, Hades, Hera, Hestia and Demeter.

Poseidon was the god of the sea, rivers, flood and drought, earthquakes, and horses.

Being the ruler of the sea, he was described as gathering clouds and calling forth storms, but at the same he has it in his power to grant a successful voyage and save those who are in danger.

He was further regarded as the creator of the horse, and was accordingly believed to have taught men the art of managing horses by the bridle, and to have been the originator and protector of horse races.

The common tradition about Poseidon creating the horse states that when Poseidon and Athena disputed…

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Survivors

Laura Macky Photography

The other day I drove to a nearby area that used to be extremely rural only to find it being overrun with subdivisions.  Just a few years ago I remembered the area as horse and cow ranches, one after the other, amongst beautiful rolling hills.   I used to call it “going the back way” when leaving east from the bay area.  Unfortunately, the ranches of horses and cows has significantly diminished as developers gobble up land and build houses.

Every once in awhile I’d see a glimmer of “what was” like these airstream trailers which brought a nostalgic smile to my face.  😀   Tip-toeing over the fence to get the shot and wondering if there were any people inside these trailers, I remembered a time when these were almost unsightly behind a fence.  Now I smile as I fondly remember a day gone by.

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Monochrome Monday: Whale Sharks

Very nice Indah but you can keep your sharks! lol!

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Visiting Oslob to snorkel with the whale sharks was one of our travel itineraries in the Philippines. Four whale sharks were seen, face to face and so closed by. I can’t describe the feeling when snorkeling with these giants that considered as the biggest fish on the planet. It was amusing with admiration and also happy seeing them lived and swam freely in the ocean. And I was impressed how gentle they were when swimming side by side with humans!

The practice of whale sharks feeding in Oslob has raised critics – which I will explain in details on the next Marine Life monthly post later this week. However Oslob offers opportunity to get close encounter with the “wild” that is lesser of the two evils if being compared to huge organisations that keep the wilds in their sea aquarium as captivity like Sea Life or Ocean-whatever.

Whale Sharks by Indah Susanti

Nothing can beat the…

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Mondays Finish the Story – January 19th, 2015 – A Weekend Away

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Finish the story begins with:“They finally made their escape.”

 

It was go go go.

Pedal to the metal.

Looking back there was no sign their departure had been noticed.

What had begun, as a pleasant weekend had not turned into a horror of potentially biblical proportions.

Their hosts were cordial.

The meals delicious though they did query the crumbed things in the octagonal bowl, the strange howling from the basement, the steam seeping from the locked attic door.

Their explanation of it being an old house with a character all of its own didn’t wash so well.

It was the sensation of noticing their eyes blink horizontally that threw them finally, along with the sudden whip like action of their blue tongues that gave them cause to pack up and make their exit.

As they hurtled east towards home they resolved not to accept another invitation to spend…

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