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The fight to control blackgrass could be tougher this autumn as wet weather is tempting winter wheat growers to drill early while seed of the grassweed shows high dormancy levels. The recent rain has seen the first flush of blackgrass in many fields and continued wet weather is pressurising some winter cereal growers to consider […]
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This elegant two piece set for Genesis 2 Female(s) perfectly combines class and function. Whether you need the perfect little black dress for a night on the town, or something red and exciting for fall Autumn for Genesis 2 Female(s) is the right choice.
Featuring a knit, long-sleeved, sweater dress and a scarf to match this outfit accentuates curves while still leaving something to the imagination. Purchase this set and add a little Autumn to your life.
Price: $19.95 Special Price: $9.98
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Comfy new texture pack for Autumn Haze Outfit. With this pack you'll get 08 new textures for the Sweater, Skirt and Scarf.
Price: $14.95 Special Price: $7.48
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Classic two piece school outfit for Genesis 2 Females. Dress your teen with this versatile sweater and skirt combination in warm Autumn colors.
Price: $19.95 Special Price: $9.98
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The third pack in my tree series (see also Summer Trees, Trees).
Autumn Trees consists of six highly detailed trees with leaves scattered around each trunk. The fallen leaves are a separate object and can be used on it's own or removed.
Trees included are: Ash, Beech, Horse Chestnut, Maple, Oak and Weeping Willow.
Price: $9.95 Special Price: $4.98
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Coldsnap is a brand new texture pack for Autumn Chill. With this pack you'll get 10 textures for the sweater top, skirt and stockings and 03 textures for the boots. Boots can easily be recolored by simply changing the diffuse color! Mix and Match for your own unique look!
Price: $10.95 Special Price: $5.48
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This pack includes Solange Hair plus 5 Hair Combs: the perfect hair for all kinds of fantasy, historical, sci-fi, gothic, or warrioress characters, plus varied hair combs for all the possible themes. A very easy to use and versatile hair model, a must have!
Solange Hair is a hair model for Genesis 2 Female (and an V4/A4/Kids4 version is also included in the package).
The hair includes 20 mats (14 natural colors, and six fantasy colors). And morphs for moving the ringlets, simulate gravity, make them longer or shorter, wind, and place them in all directions.
Works on Genesis 2 Female and her derived females: Aiko 6, Gia 6, The Girl 6, Olympia 6, Stephanie 6, Teen Josie 6, Victoria 4 Shape for Genesis 2 Female, Victoria 6, Giselle 6. In addition, we have adjusted the rigging features as much as possible, so it will also work great with custom head morph shapes. If you need some more adjustment, you have morphs for that too.
The Hair Combs come in different versions, for left and right sides of the head, that can be combined. You have automatic props that autofit to Genesis 2 morphs, and also manual props that you can move and scale by hand. You can even place them and parent them to another part of the body to be used as a brooch.
Descriptions of the Hair Combs designs and materials:
Arabesque: Swirls and pearls in an intricate design of fantasy inspiration that make a stunning jewel for your
characters' hair. Awesome material sets in: blue pearls and silver, brown with gold and pearls, brass and pearls,
amethyst pearls with copper, and stripped gold-red pearls
Autumn Morning: The perfect accessory for elven, faun, and fairy hairs for characters inspired in the forests.
Get it in brown, gold, silver, or green
Butterflies Shine: An amazing and delicate butterfly, in silver with red pearls and pink jewels, gold with green
pearls and red jewels, copper with orange pearls and amethyst jewels, gold with turquoise pearls and blue jewels,
brass with orange jewels and pearls, and silver with blue jewels and pearls
Flower Kiss: Perfect to be used alone or with other hair combs, or several copies of the Flower Kiss. Comes in
silver with pink pearls, gold with red pearls, dark gold with green pearls, and blue silver with blue pearls
Flowers Waterfall: A cascade of flower jewels for your characters! In green and gold, red and gold, blue and
silver, pink and silver, turquoise and silver, and gold and purple. All with big pearls and precious gems as
Rain Of Stars: A starry night in the hair of your characters! Black and dark silver, gold and turquoise, pink
and gold, and silver and blue
Price: $17.95 Special Price: $8.98
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Tree Bundle by Merlin contains all 4 tree sets: Summer Trees, Autumn Trees, Trees by Merlin and Trees in Bloom...a total of 22 highly detailed tree models.
Price: $29.95 Special Price: $14.98
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"I must have been about four years old when Russia took hold of me with giant hands. That grip has never lessened. For me, the love of my heart, the fulfilment of the senses and the kingdom of the mind all met here. This book is the story of my obsession."
This isn't a review - at least, not a proper one. It's a post that I feel ought to be made, because today I started crying in public, and it's been a good few years since the ending of a book made me do that.
But Lesley Blanch's Journey into the Mind's Eye -
equal parts travel narrative and elegy for lost love - had me bawling. It's ostensibly about Blanch (who is in many ways my Career Idol
, possibly one of the best prose stylists of the twentieth century, and all too often dismissed as a "great life" when, indeed, her writing is easily as good or better than that of Paddy Leigh Fermor) and her search for the "imaginary" Russia - the idealized version of a country she learned about from her much-older Russian lover, known only as the Traveller.
But it's about so much more than that. It's about seeking a lost love, and coming to terms with loss, and about that imaginary city that we look for when we travel, which is never the place we come to, and which is always nevertheless what draws us from the places we leave behind. It's about the "journey into the mind's eye" we take when we travel, when we find that our journey takes us nowhere new, but only deeper into ourselves. It's about how love can shape us, infect us, and make everything that comes after us about that love.
For me, at least, as for Blanch - love and wandering are inseparable. The perfect place and the perfect Other - they're all part of that endless process of homecoming, of finding that place
where we can set down our household gods, where we can belong. That's the theme that's been running through the collection of short stories I've been working on this autumn - that's how Blanch sees her travels: at once an encounter with the profound otherness of her love and a realisation that her experience is ultimately her
story, imprinted upon that otherness.
It's a relief, too, to read a female travel writer (although, full disclosure, I can't get through Freya Stark). The Great Men of the business - PLF as the greatest offender, though Philip Glazebook much less so - often ignore this subjectivity. They're privileged enough to barrel through mountain passes without fear of rape or abduction; often, there's a wilful blindness about how much of what they see is of their own creation. Lesley, like the also-marvelous Bettina Selby, like I try
to be (I'd be the first to admit that my article in the Spectator
is as much about me as it is about Tbilisi itself), is utterly open and unapologetic about that constant dialectic between traveler and place, between storyteller and story-subject, that happens when we travel. About that relationship between the place we see in our mind's eye, loaded down with cultural baggage and emotional resonance and easy orientalizing (because we want, after all, otherness
, or we wouldn't be traveling at all), and the place as it is
, which perhaps is no more home to us than the places we're running from.
So there you go. Go read Lesley Blanch.
Because she made me cry.
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Dad and I first crossed the Grand Canyon together in 2004, when I was 25 and he was 51 years old. In one of those mundane yet still-jarring realizations, I acknowledged that someday, not all that long from now, I'll be the same age as he was then ... if I'm lucky. If I'm even luckier, we may still be planning a fall Grand Canyon crossing for that year. It's not outside the realm of possibility. Although he has his share of somewhat odd health setbacks and accident-related injuries — a genetic legacy I reluctantly carry — he seems as likely to become a spry 77-year-old as I am a capable 51-year-old. And I really want this tradition to continue. It doesn't get old — gazing across the Grand Canyon, or crossing its main corridor on an always-unpredictable autumn day with my dad.
It goes without saying, how much I admire my dad, but I'm not sure I've really said it here before. He raised three girls, working hard for a single-income household so my mom could stay at home. We enjoyed an idyllic childhood with lots of love and regular family vacations and important traditions. Things have never been all that difficult or contentious in our immediate family, even when I made a choice to diverge from some of those traditions. For this I am grateful. Dad was always athletic, but he picked up hiking in force when I was 13 or 14 years old, which would have made him about my age now, 40. I wasn't yet 15 when he started inviting me to join his hiking group on shorter jaunts, and about to turn 16 when he accompanied me up my first big mountain, Timpanogos. I remember having the sorest legs and terrible heel blisters, but it was a formative experience — one of a handful of truly life-changing moments I count from my youth.
Dad was able to retire a few years back, and some people close to him questioned how someone so healthy and relatively young could step away from his career. What was he going to do for the rest of his life? His reply — "What I want to do." I think I admire him most for this. He doesn't need validation or ambition to stay vibrant. He simply wants to experience life at its brightest edges, and ride the exhilarating waves through every crest and trough. I think it helps that this is all I want from life, too. He worked hard, planned well and earned his freedom to wake up whenever his sleep-challenged body has had enough rest, and set out for a day-long ramble through mountains he has lived near for most of his life.
As with all traditions, life happens and we've missed some years in the past 15. I crunched the numbers because as usual I'd forgotten but was curious about how many crossings we've shared. Including the doubles of 2015 and 2016, this year was my 13th rim-to-rim with Dad. This was a lower-key year where we'd spend fewer than 24 hours in the park, and cross our favored route from south to north on the Kaibab trails. Because room reservations have become so difficult to obtain, our trip has skewed earlier in recent years, from mid-October to late-September. This usually means hotter weather, and I was braced for the worst, having lost any heat acclimation while in Europe.
We were joined this year by Chad, one of Dad's original hiking buddies. We set out at first light, in pleasantly mild weather with a temperature near 40 and a light breeze. As rich morning light saturated the layered expanse of sandstone and sky, I smirked at the memory of how unsettled I used to feel while gazing across the chasm. Before our first crossing in 2004, I trained specifically all summer so I'd been in prime condition. I greatly feared the prospect of faltering during the long climb out and disappointing my dad. I barely slept the night before the hike, because I was so nervous. It was a huge undertaking. Now, I'm not even sure I'd rank the rim-to-rim in my top five toughest outings since my birthday fourteeners, six weeks earlier.
Much about this trip has become routine, but the views are still as awe-inspiring as ever. Still, as I was packing my little running vest with minimal supplies, I wavered on bringing my camera. I mean, I love photos, and I take thousands of them even on my most mundane running routes near home. But would I even have anything new to share about the Grand Canyon? This feels like a trail everyone has traveled and views everyone has seen, in locations I've already documented a dozen times now. I tend to forget how special this place is at all times, and how unique every crossing can be.
On this morning, amid ideal temperatures, all of the confidence of 15 years, and lots of leg pep and energy, the friendly skies opened up for some stunning magic light. Everything felt as perfect as it could possibly be.
Sadly, about two miles in, there was a bout of bad luck as Chad rolled his ankle and fell forward onto the trail. It's strange, really, that out of a dozen crossings that involve both Dad and myself, there hasn't been an injury on this trip yet. It's even stranger that the first occurrence didn't happen to one of us. Chad is a talented runner and mountaineer who rarely has such mishaps, but he got unlucky. He wrapped his swollen ankle and walked for another quarter mile before deciding his injury was untenable for a full crossing. I was lucky to find the one spot of cell phone reception in the canyon, and was able to get ahold of my mom, who was preparing to drive around to the other side and pick us up. So Chad was able to hike out and get a ride without drama, only disappointment.
Dad and I continued deeper into the canyon, where the shadow and light continued to inspire. We didn't do a lot of talking on this year's trip — Dad and I are a lot alike, and if you put the two of us alone together, there probably won't be an overwhelming exchange of spoken words. He seemed as content as I felt, but I did worry that he might be in more pain than he was letting on. For the past few weeks he's experienced sharp pain in his upper leg, near his hamstrings. When Dad complains about pain, I know it's bad, but he claimed he only felt it when bending over or sitting for long periods of time. While hiking, he felt much better. A few days later he would be diagnosed with a bulging disc impacting the nerve in his right leg.
He's now trying conservative treatments, and hopefully they will work. But a bulging disc can be terribly painful; it's impressive he managed a Grand Canyon crossing with this issue. I thought back to something Dad shared with me while I was still in high school, about meeting a 68-year-old man on the knife ridge below the Pfeifferhorn in the Wasatch Mountains. He marveled at the man's strength and hoped he could still move so well at that age. At the time I could not picture my dad as a 68-year-old man. It really won't be long, now.
Dad's nerve pain seemed to stay away, and we moved at a steady clip past Phantom Ranch and through the box canyon towering over Bright Angel Creek. Even on cool days, this spot is often an oven. But the morning cloud cover remained, and temperatures stayed stunningly mild for September. I don't think it was ever much hotter than 70 degrees.
We planned our usual lunch spot at Ribbon Falls, a mile-long diversion from the main trail. Signs at Phantom Ranch indicated the bridge was out, so we cut across the canyon early and made our way through a tangle of tamarisk and the creek crossing. My Dad and I make a humorous team when it comes to off-trail navigating, but he found a way across and did not get his feet wet. I was not so lucky, but then again I was mostly worried about falling on my bad wrist, so I was not really trying.
The sun stayed away for most of the day, but it came out briefly at lunch time, just long enough to provide a warm spot to sit on the rocks beside the falls, and enjoy the sparkle of cascading water over brilliant green moss.
We continued up the canyon and caught a view of the broken foot bridge. It was really broken. I couldn't fathom the kind of flash flooding that would have to occur to cause that amount of damage to a sturdy bridge that had been in place for years, well before my first trip down the Canyon. I wondered if anyone was around to see it happen.
Then it was just up and up and up, on this perfectly cool afternoon with continuing beautiful light at a relaxed but steady clip. We speculated on our fastest crossing, so of course I went home and combed through past data. This was our second-fastest trip since I started Strava'ing (2011), with a moving time of 7:31. Our fastest was the second crossing in 2016, but that included no faffing around to cross the stream or a side trip to Ribbon Falls. I have my good years and not-so-good years, but Dad seems to only become stronger — especially now that he spends so much of his time hiking. Someday we may end up on a R2R2R "run" of this canyon, but I mostly doubt it. Dad seems to be all about the love and the enjoyment, with only the tiniest bit of pride about performance. I think his friend Chad nearly has him talked into a 50K, though.
One of my favorite aspects of traditions is the way time seems to stand still within them. Here in the Grand Canyon, surrounded by the expanse of light and shadow, cliffs carved by millennia and changing before our eyes, I still feel like that 25-year-old in her cotton tank top and New Balance road shoes, eyes wide and heart fluttering. I have no doubt I'll feel the same when I'm 50, if I make it that far.
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October gets you thinking about Autumn doesn’t it – the cooler days, gorgeous orange leaves and hot food and drink…. But if you’re already missing those long summer days and warm sunny evenings, then here’s some real genuine reasons to love this season and help you to embrace it! The beauty of nature. Everything looks...
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With fall finally upon us, the beginning of migration season starts for many animals across the country. Because of this, people begin to encounter more wildlife. One of the most prominent species frequently seen this time of year is deer. During the autumn months, deer begin to appear near our roadways and in our neighborhoods. Thus, knowing what to do when you encounter one while driving can be the difference between life or death for the deer and the driver. According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA), deer collisions statistics account for about 1.5 million crashes every year.
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This small square original watercolour landscape painting features a soft grey winter tree against a background of sky and fluffy clouds. There is a hint of lilac in the sky, contrasting nicely with the fresh greens in the foreground. Other plants and trees sit behind in a range of warm colours. This painting would look nice in most settings.
Painting Title: "Tree Study"
Unframed measurements 22cm x 22cm (or approx just over 8 x 8 inches)
This painting is medium sized and you should allow at least an extra 10cm (or 4 inches) wall space all round for when you have it framed.
Your painting will come in a sturdy postal tube with a leaflet of helpful framing/hanging/care tips, and a discount code for use with further purchases.
DELIVERY TIMES: Please note that original pieces may, on occasion, need to be retrieved from a gallery. See shop policies for more detailed information about dispatch times.
HOW IS IT MADE?
Hand painted with Talens artist's quality watercolour paints onto stretched Saunders Waterford 'high white' paper. Occasionally other mixed media materials are used; in this case they will be listed in the description above.
WHAT IS IN A PRICE?
For your money you are getting an original piece by an established, professional artist and with a strong record of exhibiting in quality galleries and outlets. The paper is top quality and is stretched before use to eliminate the wrinkling that can occur during watercolour painting. The paint is of the highest quality and pigments are selected for their resistance to fading. If properly framed the painting will last far longer than one lifetime, a real family heirloom!
Your painting will come with a leaflet of helpful framing/hanging/care tips, and a discount code for use with further purchases. UK parcels will come out via Royal Mail Recorded Delivery; international parcels will come to you via Royal Mail International Signed For service.
All artwork may be returned without question, should you not be delighted with it.
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What could it be if not the chill of the Autumn air and the thought of winter — some people love it of course with its winter sports even if only on TV. Whatever the reason, we have simultaneous challenges to legislatures on both sides of the Atlantic. In the UK, with the thorny Brexit issue to be resolved, Boris[Read More...]
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Green and orange combined to make this unique autumn colored combination.
These extra long leggings have a 33" inseam perfect for tall ladies!
Every item is hand dyed and one of a kind and will have variations in each item. The photographs show the style and color we can achieve but will not exactly match your pants as they will be unique and individual to you.
Leggings are made in the USA. They are pre-washed during the dying process and are very stretchy (See size chart for measurements by size)
Fold-over waist and slightly flared leg. Lots of stretch for maximum mobility.
• Cotton/Spandex Jersey (92% Cotton / 8% Spandex) construction
Available Sizing for Tall Leggings:
Extra Extra Small - US 00-0: Waist: 22"-24" - inseam 33"
Extra Small - US 2-4: Waist: 24" to 27" - Inseam: 33"
Small - US 4-6: Waist: 28" to 29" - Inseam: 33"
Medium - US 8-10: Waist: 30" to 31" - Inseam: 33"
Large - US 12-14: Waist: 32" to 33" - Inseam: 33"
1XL - US 14-16: Waist: 34" to 35" - Inseam: 33"
2XL - US 18-20: Waist: 36" to 37" - Inseam: 33"
3XL - US 22-24: Waist: 38" to 39" - Inseam: 33"
4XL - US 26-28: Waist: 40" to 41" - Inseam: 33"
5XL - US 30-32: Waist: 42" to 44" - Inseam: 33"
6XL - US 34-36: Waist: 45" to 47" - Inseam: 33"
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| Cache ||As Autumn comes, I am happy, Christmas is coming, but I am also reminded of absent friends: endings are all around. Houston is a city pointed deep into the twenty-first century, but I am a man of the twentieth century. As the years go by, my time is more past than future and that is […]|