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Posted By:
Hal Brown
Date Posted:
Sep 26, 2008
Description:
In the morning we can now see the night maded deadly traps of the insect predator. Nature is a very beautifull thing, Dave L. I'm talking about wild life here not the opposite sex...hehehe
Date Taken:
Sep 26, 2008
Place Taken:
Lac ThUodore
Owner:
BrunoGrondin
File Name:
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Category:
268, Bruno''s
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Dave Edward - Sep 27,2008
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Nature is indeed a beautiful thing Bruno....but not when those little buggers crap on the wing and leave black spots....or worse...clog your static ports. Nice picture!
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Bruno Grondin - Sep 29,2008
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Yup, pitot is seeled, but I attachted myself to these little buggers I even gave them individual names....hehehe<br />No serious I practice the SSW method, as many time that I can (stop, site & wonder) the more and more I realize that I have an expiration date me too, and more and more I have respect on small things that in the past never stop to it.<br />Hey this writting I'm just doing now is another example that I can apply, its another SSW ( stop, site & write)...hehehe<br /><br />Hug<br />Bruno
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Don Maxwell - Sep 29,2008
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A noiseless, patient spider,<br />I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;<br />Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,<br />It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;<br />Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.<br /><br />And you, O my Soul, where you stand,<br />Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,<br />Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, to connect them;<br />Till the bridge you will need, be form'd--till the ductile anchor hold;<br />Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.<br /><br /> --Walt Whitman<br /><br /><br />(There are ten lines. The website or your browser may wrap some of the lines around. But Whitman wrote them long, like the gossamer filament of the spider that hopes to transport itself--to fly--with it. Arachnid Airline.)
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