western lakes

Warlimpirrnga Tjapaltjarri (Australian-Aboriginal, b. c. 1958, east of Kiwirrkurra, Western Australia) - Wilkinkarra (Lake Mackay), 2006 Paintings, Acrylics on Belgian Linen


Buffalo Tour Of Homes by Ian MacDonald
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What Korra, known as Lady Korra and Korra the Cruel, a female pirate , would wear, Alexander McQueen

Korra is pirate on Dagger Lake which lies between the rivers Rhoyne and Qhoyne in western Essos, the Lake is full of islands where pirates lurk in hidden caves and secret strongholds. Her ship, Hag’s Teeth, is supposedly crewed by beautiful young maids who geld every man they capture

Warlimpirrnga Tjapaltjarri
Wilkinkarra (Lake Mackay), 2006

Warlimpirrnga Tjapaltjarri was born 1958, east of Kirwirrkurra, Western Australia. Warlimpirrnga came to Kiwirrkurra with his family in 1984. This family group was considered to be one of the last Pintupi who made contact with modern Australia. His art is a very important testimony to the time-honored way of living and the beliefs that sustained the Aboriginal people for centuries.

Warlimpirrnga began painting for Papunya Tula Artists on canvas with acrylics only three years after emerging from his traditional country around Wilkinkarra (Lake Mackay).

“Baby don’t you want to go…”

Astronaut Karen Nyberg captured this lovely image of this author’s home turf on July 4, 2013. The Chicago and Milwaukee metro areas stand out on the western shores of Lake Michigan, while clouds obscure part of Northwestern Indiana.
I spent longer than I want to admit trying to track down Thornton Quarry on the South Side, but I think it’s barely covered by the edge of the clouds. That thing just has to be visible at this scale on a clear day.


Image source: https://twitter.com/AstroKarenN/status/352901600165113856/photo/1

Thornton Quarry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thornton_Quarry


Sunset Over An Awesome Weekend
12 March 2017

After a 102km ride, lunch out, and a 300km drive home, I simply had to sprint across the park at Lake Monger to capture Sunday’s utterly breathtaking sunset. I was agog with awe all along the freeway as we raced past the river, so I made The Husb pull over at the lake after our exit and got my tired cyclist’s legs running to take photos before the sky faded to grey (at which point Rob caught up for a selfie).

I thought I’d share my sleep patterns with you too. I sleep like the dead! I had my nephew’s birthday celebration to attend when we reached Perth, so didn’t even get seven hours’ sleep after the ride, but I slept like a log. The same goes for today’s after-work nap - I just don’t move once I’m asleep!

Epiphany, by everlookphotography

Mount Procyon and Square Lake from the side of Mount Orion. For the preceding 24 hours, we had been tent bound. Fierce winds and horizontal rain lashed outside to the point where we forgo-ed that mornings breakfast as our food satchels were hanging outside out of reach of the mice. As the rain finally relented in the early afternoon, we dared to venture outside and made a decision to climb out of the Lake area. Fortunately, the light gods smiled upon us.


Red Moon over Lake Dumbleyung - Western Australia by inefekt69
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I wasn’t expecting this when I planned my night so it was an added bonus. As I was packing up I knew the moon was about to rise over the tree line to the east but I was surprised to see that it was bright orange. I quickly took my camera and tripod back out and snapped a few pics. This was about three nights after the blood moon eclipse.

Nevada Gothic

*The playground looks very nice. It is clean and colorful and well-thought-out. No one goes there but the jackrabbits.

*A new company is moving into the area. The local councils fall all over themselves providing whatever might be needed. No one mentions that the first day of work is the last day the workers are seen.

*The popping noise at night is just someone target-shooting. You try not to think about what’s being used as targets.

*We’re very proud of our town. Where do we get the water? It doesn’t matter. We’re very proud of our town.

*As you drive through endless stretches of highway, you occasionally see an onion farm. The wind rustles through the stalks. You don’t think it sounds like someone pleading for help at all.

*Everyone laughs at the local ghost stories. Only the local Native American tribes know enough to keep their silence. You’re new here, don’t you want to see the most haunted city in America?

*A healthy teenager went into an abandoned mine. When they recovered his body, they couldn’t find a cause of death.

*It’s wonderful how involved the city’s council is. Why, almost everything is sponsored by them…

*Your high school reunion is coming up in a week. You aren’t going. Getting out once was enough.

*The neighbor’s dogs always seem oddly well-fed. You never see them except at night. They have very bright eyes.