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Indiana farmer plants corn maize tribute to Carrie Fisher
A southern Indiana farmer who created a corn maze with trails outlining the face of “Star Wars” character Princess Leia says he planted it to honor the late actress Carrie Fisher.

EVANSVILLE, Ind. — A southern Indiana farmer who created a corn maze with trails outlining the face of “Star Wars” character Princess Leia says he planted it to honor the late actress Carrie Fisher.

Jeremy Goebel designed the maze in February, more than a month after Fisher’s late December death, and planted it this spring using a GPS device. The corn is now mature and its trails outline the “Star Wars” character’s face, distinctive hairstyle and part of her upper body.

Goebel tells the Evansville Courier & Press that as a longtime “Star Wars” fan he “wanted to pay tribute to Carrie Fisher.”

The maze at Goebel Farms in Evansville, Indiana, honors Fisher with trails above Leia’s head that spell out “Carrie Fisher RIP 1956-2016.” The maze opens to paying customers this weekend.

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Star trails over Nebraska

poems for the signs

“Aries:
The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins,
and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse
.
Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, 
wailing like a lonesome wolf.
You are a force to be reckoned with,
with your tempting, but destructive beauty.
You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself,
with just one single glance.
You, my dear, are built out of gold,
one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life.
Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”

“Taurus:
You have flowers blooming through your soul,
even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you.
You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun,
with your silent radiance.
People are memorized by the power behind your voice,
as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips.
You are nature itself, grounded and tough,
but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you.
You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds,
with your undying love.
For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”


“Gemini: 
You are the unusual, the chameleon soul,
changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness,
that is as wide as the ocean.
Your eyes are like stained glass windows,
holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold.
You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress,
the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers.
Your deception is playful and freeing,
for you are a sharp-tongued lover.
Darling, you are a safe haven, a home,
and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours,
will be changed forever.”


“Cancer: 
You are the nurturer at heart, 
the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks.
Your soul is bathed in moonlight,
while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones.
The blue-dark belongs solely to you,
and your soft hands part the dark,
letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you.
With beauty as dangerous as a knife,
and love like a double-edged blade,
You are the moon, the keeper of night.”

“Leo:
You are the vibrant goddess of the day, 
with skin as gold as the sun, 
bringing hope to the sunrise. 
Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart,
with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire.
You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty,
which is to be admired throughout your life.
There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly,
you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. 
You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes,
and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes,
will soon turn to gems.”

“Virgo:
You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought.
Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing,
to be handled with love and care. 
But deep in that pure soul of yours,
lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty.
The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm,
for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human.
You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance,
for you are as lovely and ethical,
as  a faery song.”

“Libra: 
For you are a bed of roses, 
with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks.
Sometimes you are as bright as the day,
Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night,
you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move.
You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are,
warm and starry eyed,
for you truly are the child of Venus.
You love with the strength of a storm,
but with the kindness of a child.
Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”

“Scorpio:
Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky,
with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. 
You are the body electric, the midnight dancer,
with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. 
You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth,
with a smile that crafts magic.
So many layers and colors you hide, 
contained in your electric heart.
You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones,
for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”


“Sagittarius: 
You laugh and smile in sunbeams,
for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night.
Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love,
but the untamed dark lingers through your soul.
You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer,
but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean.
You are so in touch with the earth all around you,
for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair.
You are a warrior, a light, a fire.”

“Capricorn:

You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. 
Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams,
a softness remains.
Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique,
everyone wants a part of you.
tease, touch and dark,
love is something special, and you treat it like gold.
There are sparkles in your doe eyes,
and your touch entrances people,
with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”

Aquarius:
You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars,
the brightest stars from all the heavens.
Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis,
and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity.
Your heart bleeds in water colors, 
for you are the ocean itself,
keeper of the lively tides.
The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies,
for you are fully made of star dust.”

“Pisces:
You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky.
Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love,
for you are a sweetheart, a seductress.
Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another,
for you find beauty in the broken. 
Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in,
for you, yourself are the unknown.
Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go,
for you a wanderess of the night.” 

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Star trails looking directly north from camp on a hill in Iran, leading into sunrise.

“North Meets East”

Star trails circle around the north star (top left) and the lines straighten out as you look to the east (right side) if you could see the view to the right (out of frame) the lines would start to curve again, in the opposite direction as the stars appear to circle the south pole.
I made this time stack by combining 356 photos into one image. I also took out a few airplane trails, and faded in the beginning and end of the timelapse so the star trails don’t start and end abruptly.

Trailing wishes

a/n: a short story I wrote for a writing club meeting.

There once was girl who was cursed by a mischievous jinn. Her parents stared on in horror as he laughed and said-

“No caveats. A wish free of strings.”

And then he disappeared.

But they had little to fear, because their daughter was also blessed with a bone deep wisdom. Her curiosity was crossed with brambles of temperance, a little bit of blooming pragmatism that prevented her from ever using the wish.

Her first test came when she was six.

She’d wanted a pony for so long…but there was no room in her bed and no room in her yard.

And while the wish battered at her pursed lips, she staunchly refused. The stars were glittering outside her window, beckoning her to make her wish. But she merely shook her head, and wrote down her desire in her yearly to Santa Claus.

She knew it wouldn’t give her what she wanted, but it was the best way to save herself the heartache of a wish.

Because there’s always a catch to the see sort of things.

She grows up with lessons of hard work. Her parents were immigrants. People who believed that the best of life could be reached through effort. So her blessed wish is tucked to the back of her memories.

She lives as she learns. Everything tastes so much sweeter with effort, and even when her hands are rough and she makes terrible mistakes, she simply laughs and files away that lesson for later.

She lives a good life into young adulthood.

And then it becomes one of bittersweetness.

Her mother is cursed with a failing body. The wish is close to breaking through. She’s close to her beside, and when she’s just about to say it, her mother’s eyes flare open and wildly look at her.

Her frail fingers wrap around her wrist and she says.

“Don’t. This is the way it should be.”

The girl merely weeps in agreement, and she learns to live with the lifelong resentment her father looks at her with after her mother passes.

So she lives and loves.

She meets a man. She loves him enough to tell him about her curse.

He calls it a blessing. That should have tipped her off to the worst part of him.

He’s loving. He’s cheerful. But she can’t really blame him for his greed. Ambition is a wonderfully potent thing, and when it clouds your sight, you’ll hurt to get what you want.

He hurts her. With words and with lovers.
He tells her, if you loved me, you would make that wish for me.

Still, her wisdom wins out over her aching, shattered love. She gathers the remnants of what she once felt for him, and hurls them into the depths of her soul.

There’s no need for a clean goodbye.

When he wakes to an empty bed and half the closet free, he regrets.

But she’s long since flown away, her wish trailing despondently behind her.

She travels instead.

She lets the love of humanity fill her to the brim, lets her smile unfurl for those she meets in a strange new land. She helps where she can and learns what she wants.

It’s an existence that comes not without a bit of effort, because in a distant land, she finds a jinn.

It’s a starry night. Her campfire is starkly bright orange against the dark rolling hills of the desert. The bedouins she travels with tell her stories, and when they head off to sleep, one by one, she stays awake. Listening to the crackling of the fire.

It seems to speak, and she swears she can hear it say-

“Why do you not make a wish?”

She answers with a smile of her own, slightly apprehensive that she speaks to a fire.

“Because I want to make my own path.”

The fire remains silent, innocently burning.

“Your own path?” The response comes from a delicately featured man who sits beside her.

He’s dressed in the robes of her travel companions. White and flowing, but his smile is curious and his eyes are golden as the embers that burn close to her toes.

She doesn’t know him.

But there’s something that unfolds at the back of her mind. An answer that tumbles like starlight to the tip of her tongue as she clamps down on her will.

He’s dangerously beckoning. Dangerously uncorking her curiosity.

But she stands firm in her humanity.

“I have no need for wishes, jinn.” She mutters stubbornly, picking at the folds of her blanket. She pointedly meets his gaze, determination etched into her expression. “As a matter of fact, if it’s in your ability, would you please take away the one you gave me.”

He laughs. It’s round, pretty type of laugh that sends shivers down her spine.

And then he shakes his head.

“I wasn’t the jinn that gave you that wish. But it calls me. It trails off of you like a comets’ tail. Are you sure you don’t want it granted?”

She shakes her head firmly, and she merely looks up at the star strewn sky.

“No thank you. I’m content.”

“Content. Not happy?”

“Happy too. And sad. And angry…and everything that I want to feel.”She simply shrugs.

“Curious…very curious. And would you rather spend the rest of your days wondering what would have happened if..”

“If what?” She asks dully, and then sighs. “If I’d wished for my mother to live? If I’d wished to be accepted into that graduate program? If I’d wished for my ex to be successful?”

“If you’d wished for a small horse.” He adds in blithely. And then he gives that same infuriating lovely laugh.

“Sure. If I’d wished for a pony, I’d be more than content…at that moment…when I was eight. If I’d wished she had lived, I would have lost her eventually and she would have hated me for taking away her choice. If I’d wished him success, would he have still loved me?”

She unravels for a bit as she says all of this, and he sees beyond the frustration and the hurt. She’s genuinely living. Hurting and laughing and understanding.

“And you’re correct. Who’s to say that the road not taken would have been a better life?”

“I can’t say. But life’s too short to regret.” She smiles at him. “But I’m going to keep going forward, even if all I am in the end is a shooting star that can’t last.”

“Fair choice.” He agrees and with a musing look. “I could learn much from you.”

She laughs.

“You could learn much from yourself, jinn.”

He makes his own wish. That he may stay to learn a bit more of how to live a life not plagued by certainty.

“May I stay with you until I learn?” He asks quietly, and while he may have an inkling of the future, his path is uncertain for once.

The girl simply shrugs her shoulders underneath her blanket.

“Sure.”

He hums in gratitude, and they watch the stars wheel across the sky into a watery dawn. The wish trailing from her like a shooting star, and his own wish crackling like a patient fire.

His presence is explained in vague terms to her travel companions and is accepted with little suspicion.

And they live a life of learning and regrets. But still she makes no wish, and still, he stays by her side.

She grows old. He’s a being of magic and mayhem, and he does not.

As she’s dying, he holds her withered hand in between his. He is tearful, and for once, her curiosity is free from its bounds and it sparks in her eyes.

“Your wish…you’re falling, my dearest friend.”He tells her, his tears falling hot and heavy against her wrinkled smile.

And she whispers her last words-

“I wish I had lived a life where I made a wish.”

He doesn’t have anything to say to that, because she slumps back onto her pillow.

She made her wish while she still lived. There’s nothing left for him to grant.

He understands then what she had known all along. The value of accepting your choices is a precious thing.

‘You’

Short something about Tom Holland also testing the waters with writing about him. Requests are still open and will be open until stated otherwise. So don’t worry, you can still send in your requests! That aside, even if I don’t reply your requests, chances are I may have seen them and will be keeping them in my askbox so that I can easily refer to them when I write them. Anyways, I hope you enjoy whatever this is! Thank you for the nice messages you always give me, guys! You are far too nice and very precious!

PS: don’t really know if I consider this as a good news but I’m just gonna share it with you guys: I’m working on fixing the masterlist on a side-blog and will try to keep it updated as I frequently can and will share it with you once I am done putting all the links in (which might take time since I have over 70 pages to go through).


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Trying to spend as much time as you possibly can with Tom while he is free is one of favourite things to do. A chuckle escapes your lips every now and then as Tom retells all of the embarrassing stories and pranks the cast of Spider-man: Homecoming did on him and with him while he was filming for said movie.

The both of you are currently chilling on your balcony; a thin blanket draped over your shoulders as the wind brushes against your face occasionally and thankfully, the weather is really fine tonight. The sky is illuminated by the moon and the beautiful stars.

“I’m glad you had a lot of fun, Tom.” You smile at him, grateful that he had managed to find some amazing friends that are a keeper. You take a sip of your cola and look up at the sky; it’s been a while since you had gone star-gazing with anyone.

Tom nods his head, grinning widely. He definitely had immense fun hanging out with the lot – they are almost like a family to him at this point. He reckons he misses them a lot too, now that everyone is off doing this and that and sometimes, all of them are not even in the same country. “Yeah, I really am.”

You let out a sigh as you place your cola beside you. “I have got a random question for you, love.” You could feel Tom’s eyes on you. “What’s your biggest fear, Tom?” You ask him quietly, eyes trailing from one star to another as you try to determine if you can recognize any of them.

Tom furrows his eyebrows as he takes a few seconds to answer the question. He bumps his shoulder against yours before placing your hand that he has been holding the entire night on his lap. “You.” Tom answers softly and you frown as you look away from the sky to stare at him.

Tom catches the look of hurt on your face right before it disappears, replaced by another expression and he hurriedly proceeds to rectify the misunderstanding. His right hand is playing with your fingers. “Don’t get me wrong, darling.” Tom starts and you continue to stare at him.

“What do you mean by ‘you’?”

Tom lifts your hand to his mouth and presses a kiss on your knuckles. “There reason behind that is because there might come a day where you will look in the mirror and realized that you are this amazing, kind, wonderful person and that you deserve better than me.” Tom explains and he doesn’t give you a chance to interrupt as he continues to talk. “What if one day I wake up and you are finally able to see yourself as how I see you; how I love you.” He can’t really deny the concern that he has regarding this – love can be a fickle thing sometimes.

You shake your head, a little upset at what Tom had just told you because literally every single thing he has said is what you honestly feel every now and then. “That’s preposterous.” You protest, shaking your head once more. “Everything you said – those are my words, Tom. I am no one in the industry and there are quite a lot of women out there that is more suited to be with you.” You can feel Tom’s eyes on you but you simply just continue talking. “I am absolutely terrified out of my wits – terrified that you will leave for someone better, someone that’s not like, you know, me.” You finish lamely and Tom looks as affronted as you had been when he said he is afraid that you might someone

“Y/N, when I pursued you and confessed to you; I meant what I said then. When I date you, I am dating all of you which includes the parts of you that you may not like and the parts that you are working on – I am not going to leave you even if someone better comes by because I am in love with you, not them.”

Tom leans forward to kiss you on your forehead before drawing your head against his chest and you smile as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s body. “I love you, Tom.” Tom chuckles, pressing his lips atop of your head.

“I love you too, babe.”

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t.kolgoo Stars making their way through the sky while the moon illuminates the mountains. The last timelapse I haven’s post yet from our last year trip around Manaslu — it’s been 10 months since it was captured, can’t wait to get out under the night sky in the Himalayas soon enough!

Star trails over my campsite in the Snowy Range of Wyoming.  This was a wonderfully peaceful and calm night where I decided to take an easy one night backpack trip into the wild.  Just before heading to bed, I set up the camera and left the shutter open all night long.

Shot Notes:

Provia 100f 4x5, 75mm Super Angulon

7 hours at f8, no filters

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Milky Way over Lassen Volcanic National Park, Fading into star trails