Hey everyone! We are thinking of doing something like this at the new space! We need No more than 12 words, a motivational, inspiring and creative saying to welcome people upstairs! Thought I would throw it out there to the most creative people I know and see if you guys could come up with something for our new co-share space in #yeg#thecreativehive#storytelling#edmontonphotographer
I wonder who's best at hiding 🍂
The Beautiful wild Deer who hides from the Stripped crimson beast.
The mighty Tiger, who hides away behind the thorniest bush, waiting for the perfect time to make the deadly pounce.
Or Destiny, that remains concealed until the very end.
We do not know.
Only the firey crimson Horizon witnesses the myrid tales of the Forest🍂
En contra de lo que recomienda cualquier community manager, he pasado unos días de desconexión de toda red social y oye, que me han sentado genial! Vuelvo a la carga con los #animalicosdedomingo, con perretes esta vez. En realidad este es del domingo pasado, he continuado igualmente la serie. En unos días el de hoy 😎
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❥ Awesome ! Been through the whole tag and your shot is one of my favorites ! ✰👌🏼 .
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As soon as my boys were old enough to hold a book I got them library cards, on dark winter days I would take my three little boys to the next town to choose books, with each ticket allowing you to borrow four books, I often had to lug sixteen books back home.
One of the boys chose a book about three little owls waiting in a tree for their mother to return, they speculated in turn as to what was delaying her, each time it was the smallest owls turn to talk he simply repeated "I want my mummy". The first time I read the book to them I made the mistake of giving the smallest owl a broad Yorkshire accent, incongruous with my own south east English accent, every time I read the book after that they demanded that the baby owl maintain this voice, I was heartily sick of the repetition of the story (like many books for small children) when we went back to the library to exchange our books the next month, but when the boys brought their selections to the counter to be stamped, there it was again, and I was subjected to another month of "I want my mummy" in a Yorkshire accent, this was repeated for several months until even the boys were bored with it. They had loved the strange pronunciation I had given the baby owls words, what they didn't know, and I never told them, was that those Yorkshire vowels had belonged to my own mummy who had died long before they were born.