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For some reason (which is called laziness) I haven't posted them yet. But I'm going to start today. This post is about spring flowers that bloomed in May and the next one will be about critters I met in spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJOqnrzPkI/AAAAAAAABeA/EXdnZi5Wgrs/s1600-h/blue+flower.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJOqnrzPkI/AAAAAAAABeA/EXdnZi5Wgrs/s400/blue+flower.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355429401011109442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why spring is my favorite season: hundreds and hundreds of different flowers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJdFobkmRI/AAAAAAAABfA/cSf_QZgHHsc/s1600-h/yellow+flowers%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%BF%D0%B8%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJdFobkmRI/AAAAAAAABfA/cSf_QZgHHsc/s400/yellow+flowers%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%BF%D0%B8%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355445258230733074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meadow buttercups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJOrFikhmI/AAAAAAAABeI/4OZl6GCCor8/s1600-h/white+and+blue.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJOrFikhmI/AAAAAAAABeI/4OZl6GCCor8/s400/white+and+blue.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355429409025459810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forget-me-nots are among my favorite spring wild flowers. They bloomed here in May and I enjoyed these tiny blue and white flowers very much. The most interesting thing about them that I've discovered only recently is that both blue and white blossoms can actually grow on one stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJOsUa1KXI/AAAAAAAABeY/GTks11kc2oU/s1600-h/violet+flowers.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJOsUa1KXI/AAAAAAAABeY/GTks11kc2oU/s400/violet+flowers.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355429430199396722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure how these are called.. may be they're some kind of Corydalis. And btw they should be violet. My camera for some reason doesn't seem to distinguish it properly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJYimMthuI/AAAAAAAABeg/NOdE7G5I1xE/s1600-h/1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJYimMthuI/AAAAAAAABeg/NOdE7G5I1xE/s400/1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355440258289600226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Absolutely lovely dandelions. Despite the fact that these flowers usually grow in huge numbers covering fields with bright yellow color, these particular ones grew in one batch by the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJaBIBnLDI/AAAAAAAABe4/ihF7zU3N7pI/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJaBIBnLDI/AAAAAAAABe4/ihF7zU3N7pI/s400/2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355441882277555250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like an apple tree. Or some other fruit tree. This one stunned me. So many flowers and you can imagine their fantastic smell! I also love the young fur tree needles. They're so gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJaAQTXztI/AAAAAAAABew/nZdKu-UUSEo/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJaAQTXztI/AAAAAAAABew/nZdKu-UUSEo/s400/3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355441867319660242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some Wild geranium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJZ-728qnI/AAAAAAAABeo/hPzwjbZo1UM/s1600-h/4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SlJZ-728qnI/AAAAAAAABeo/hPzwjbZo1UM/s400/4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355441844651862642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I have no idea about this one. I sure need some field guide about local flowers. And mushrooms. And birds. I want to know more about creatures and plants I encounter and I need to know how they're called too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It is such a difference what lovely scenes do I see with my own eyes trying to capture an image in my lens and what awful-quality pics I have in the end. I know what you are going to tell me: it is not a camera but a photographer who makes photos. True. But funny thing is I know for sure I did have much better results with simple point and shoot digital cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main 2 things that disturb me are grain and wrong colors. I know that less light means more grain when you deal with digital cameras so the best thing to do is to set the lowest ISO and highest possible aperture. BUT The second thing... It happens when I'm trying to capture violet or yellow objects. As a result violet things become blue on my pics and yellow seems um.. unnatural. I know there is something to do with white balance. May be. But this is sooo disturbing. Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flower is naturally violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SkuZkTwmn5I/AAAAAAAABdE/m-5dqv4XQb4/s1600-h/1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SkuZkTwmn5I/AAAAAAAABdE/m-5dqv4XQb4/s320/1.PNG" alt="blue flower" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353541431118438290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture # 1. Auto mode. The flower is light blue. Sorry the quality is especially low because my hands shook when I made this pic (still can't make myself buy a tripod) but what matters here is color. Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SkuZlO9-1TI/AAAAAAAABdM/Ud4698gYXGE/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SkuZlO9-1TI/AAAAAAAABdM/Ud4698gYXGE/s320/2.PNG" alt="light violet flower" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353541447012242738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture # 2. I played with white balance (you know when you have to capture some sheet of white paper) and set some general exposure settings for a sunny day. The color has slightly changed into light violet. Not that natural violet but slight slight light-blue-violetish. And the leaves are now more yellowish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Skubvxyx7vI/AAAAAAAABdU/fXV7UKQ5y4Q/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Skubvxyx7vI/AAAAAAAABdU/fXV7UKQ5y4Q/s320/3.PNG" alt="blue flower" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353543827182448370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this one is completely messed up. These flowers are naturally rich violet. Here they're blue. No matter what I do. And this is not the worst case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SkubxD1SlJI/AAAAAAAABdc/ht3Ip0b6gRQ/s1600-h/4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SkubxD1SlJI/AAAAAAAABdc/ht3Ip0b6gRQ/s320/4.PNG" alt="dark blue flower" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353543849204683922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh oh this is the same flower but it has terrific dark blue petals. Sorry I don't know how is it called or I'd shown you how it should look like. I understand that this pic is made in darker circumstances than the previous one but why why why is it blue and not purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if you have any idea of what to do, tell me. Or is it only post processing that may cure my photos? Or a new camera? I'm seriously thinking about buying some point and shoot camera just to compare. And if the results are the same it is more convenient to have a small camera that fits in my pocket then a big one that I have now. No I'm sure there is something to do with settings but I just don't know what. Any idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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However now I have a chance to catch up since my hubbie started introducing world culture to me. We've started with &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/03/beep-beep.html"&gt;Roadrunner cartoon series&lt;/a&gt; and today we decided to watch some movies based on famous superhero comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly we tried to watch the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Knight_%28film%29"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt; a new movie about Batman but we couldn't make it to the end. The film appeared to be totally witless and boring. I don't know why it received so many appraise from critics because to me it seemed plain. Just so plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched an animated movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman_Beyond:_Return_of_the_Joker"&gt;Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker&lt;/a&gt;. I liked it although the only character I liked was Joker who is the only one who has a sense of humor while good guys are full of inferiority complexes. Especially Terry McGinnis who regrets how bad he was before meeting Wayne and now uses the Batman costume and saves people just to excuse himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third shot was Bingo! We watched &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superman_%28film%29"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt; movie (1978) and I loved it and I'm going to write about it. So... meet the Superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfny0p8f5UI/AAAAAAAABNA/_53Qhj0Oo2M/s1600-h/meet.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfny0p8f5UI/AAAAAAAABNA/_53Qhj0Oo2M/s400/meet.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330558620396414274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. Finally a charismatic guy with perfect sense of humor and self-confidence. I just can't watch those superheroes who mind their save-the-world business with a solid expression on their face and speak long monologues about the importance of the triumph of good over evil and other blah-blah values. No. Fortunately Superman has enough wits to joke and some phrases of his are just so funny like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfn36FYDB-I/AAAAAAAABNw/38C1waWr4Pw/s1600-h/1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfn36FYDB-I/AAAAAAAABNw/38C1waWr4Pw/s400/1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564211217205218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;a cat burglar is climbing up the side of a building. He looks up and sees Superman standing there&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Superman: Hi there. Something wrong with the elevator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfnz0kT_xvI/AAAAAAAABNg/oOKk8FPm3Fk/s1600-h/plane.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfnz0kT_xvI/AAAAAAAABNg/oOKk8FPm3Fk/s400/plane.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330559718395987698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's more important is that he enjoys what he does no matter if it is saving a crashing plane or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SfnzddAiHrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/rVbFZioiG1k/s1600-h/cat.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SfnzddAiHrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/rVbFZioiG1k/s400/cat.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330559321298312882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...rescuing a little girl's cat from the tree. Again he doesn't need to excuse himself or prove something - he's just cool enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfn35gv49II/AAAAAAAABNo/_QtU28ACv_c/s1600-h/guy.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfn35gv49II/AAAAAAAABNo/_QtU28ACv_c/s400/guy.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564201385096322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to play a v-e-r-y shy guy in normal life. I mean he doesn't try to use his great abilities to say become a powerful politician or businessman - he doesn't need these hierachical games - he's cool by himeself. And he doesn't need a mask to cover his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SfnzTo4KRHI/AAAAAAAABNI/mbt6duJxGeI/s1600-h/pants.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SfnzTo4KRHI/AAAAAAAABNI/mbt6duJxGeI/s400/pants.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330559152685728882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even if he wears underpants atop of his trousers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfn-VWe1IRI/AAAAAAAABN4/jImjhBDQ9NE/s1600-h/r.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sfn-VWe1IRI/AAAAAAAABN4/jImjhBDQ9NE/s400/r.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330571276735291666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and I almost forgot to mention the romantic episodes of the movie. The main scene is when Superman takes Lois Lane to fly with him. Again I don't like cliche romance with dining, dancing, flower giving and poetic love confessions - they all seem way too simplistic. Here the couple looks fresh and as I watched I couldn't help thinking how lucky Lois is to  have such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the movie leaves great impression - it's filmed great and has a nice soundtrack and super effects that are not annoying. Seriously I'm already tired of movies which have so many computer effects that cause pain in your eyes as if the movie is more about effects then the plot. But back in seventies there were no such technologies for creating fancy effects in one click and thus they become more adorable. I mean it is a hard job when actors perform some action tricks themselves and designers make so realistic-looking models of buildings and stuff. And this realization makes me admire this work when it is well done. 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However after awhile as he saw she doesn't respond to him he slowed down came closer and touched her with his beak several times as if asking 'Are you ok? How may I help you?'. But the dead dove didn't answer. The pigeon sat nearby and stayed with the bosy of his lost couple for half a day. My hubbie explained me that pigeons form lifelong relations with each other unlike many other birds who mate different partners every spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_HmU5lmI/AAAAAAAABL4/_VWZpMbyhPI/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_HmU5lmI/AAAAAAAABL4/_VWZpMbyhPI/s400/2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327194440261539426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went outside to have some forest walk but first of all we decided to visit a pigeon. We took some sunflower seeds and fed him. And after a tiresome morning the pigeon was finally happy (or so we thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_HCOZ7VI/AAAAAAAABLw/n1SjQnNuH3c/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_HCOZ7VI/AAAAAAAABLw/n1SjQnNuH3c/s400/3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327194430570622290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact before this day I never really liked pigeons. Moreover I didn't even considerred them birds but some yucky creatures. Always dirty these stupid trash dump invaders never inflicted any sympathy in me to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_GWI8mVI/AAAAAAAABLo/Mh4jN7oQAdU/s1600-h/4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_GWI8mVI/AAAAAAAABLo/Mh4jN7oQAdU/s400/4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327194418736568658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However even they are worth attention and since I've changed my opinion about them I realized that when I ignored them I actually ignored some interesting things. Like today when I saw another pigeon passing a piece of bread to his mate who passed it back to his beak. I wonder if it was some breeding game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_FViPWVI/AAAAAAAABLg/vqWGOx74Qv0/s1600-h/5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_FViPWVI/AAAAAAAABLg/vqWGOx74Qv0/s400/5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327194401394350418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and while we were feeding pigeons this little guy came and had his bit of food too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPD.&lt;/span&gt; Oh and I forgot to mention an important thing: on the next day street cleaners threw away the body of a dead dove. 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0C1Mt_43XJbdmYRz_MRYh-gFPdU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0C1Mt_43XJbdmYRz_MRYh-gFPdU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-story-today.html</link><author>Aluajala@gmail.com (Aluajala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Se3_IcPFodI/AAAAAAAABMA/ZNwowe8yqZM/s72-c/1.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236605244069855345.post-8577964196346736642</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-18T13:38:20.272-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><title>1 Owl + 1 Owl = 6 Owls</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Seo4I_3XAlI/AAAAAAAABLY/WOgq3g2G-YE/s1600-h/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Seo4I_3XAlI/AAAAAAAABLY/WOgq3g2G-YE/s400/92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131236552770130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG 4 owlets are here! I mean there in Estonia.. but here in my media player! Um.. in case you don't know what is it all about: here is my &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/03/owl-warching-is-addicting.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; about the webcam inside the owl nest.  There was a couple of owls and 5 eggs. Then a marten stole 1 egg and I'm actually glad it happened this way. As far as I know owls are able to bring up only 2 owlets and it would be really hard for her to take care of 5 guys. I'm even not sure these 4 are going to survive but I want to hope they do somehow. The more owls in this world - the better! =) So.. stay tuned and keep watching the owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xbWaVv2R_ne7FH5V-34Hl64ZBQ4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xbWaVv2R_ne7FH5V-34Hl64ZBQ4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-owl-1-owl-6-owls.html</link><author>Aluajala@gmail.com (Aluajala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Seo4I_3XAlI/AAAAAAAABLY/WOgq3g2G-YE/s72-c/92.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236605244069855345.post-931601351855047825</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 11:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-10T05:02:05.904-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">audio</category><title>Simply noise</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I decided to fix some of my social bookmarking sites and accidentally deleted all my bookmarks from del.icio.us service. Not much to regret about - there was some old stuff which I needed no more anyway. However there was one thing worth saving and this is an online White Noise Generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sd8z0AqXR6I/AAAAAAAABLQ/Fwyvc-Dksxk/s1600-h/noise.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sd8z0AqXR6I/AAAAAAAABLQ/Fwyvc-Dksxk/s400/noise.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323030253199116194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://simplynoise.com/"&gt;SimplyNoise&lt;/a&gt; is a small flash application which generates white, pink or brown noise non-stop.  I used to have a similar noise generating plugin to my media player but lost it long ago. With this application you can adjust volume and select the 'color' of noise. The notes on the site suggest using it to aid sleep and soothe migraines. I never tried to use it this way (prefer some ambient or trance music in 1st case and painkillers in 2d) but this thing helps me a lot when I'm working. It keeps distractions off me and doesn't become a distraction itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way did I tell you I went freelance again? Yep. No need to get up early in the morning, use subway and spend long hours in a grey office. I  get tired of work at home as well but hey I can get my cup of tea or a dozen of pastries every time I want and there is nobody to watch my monitor screen from behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to noise generator. I listen to it in my headphones and prefer brown. After a while I forget about it and stop hearing it at all! Or when I listen attentively it seems like it changes somehow. Weird feeling but very interesting too. Worth experimenting with.. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Since there are unfortunately no owls nearby we watch an online video of an adorable couple of owls brought to us by &lt;a href="http://www.eoy.ee/"&gt;Estonian ornithological society&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2ZbjVTk7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/ZvTlYckqmMQ/s1600-h/61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2ZbjVTk7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/ZvTlYckqmMQ/s400/61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309068234359804850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In January 2009 a small infrared cam has been placed in a Tawny Owl nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For minimum interference of the breeding of owls the small webcam was placed already at the beginning of the January on the top of the cavity. In Estonia Tawny Owls usually start to lay the eggs at the middle of the March. Female owl is using the cavity continually for daily sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2aOFi-jlI/AAAAAAAABKY/3dFENEMPZuY/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2aOFi-jlI/AAAAAAAABKY/3dFENEMPZuY/s400/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309069102537412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2bBxTS4EI/AAAAAAAABKg/Bm58xV_EGAw/s1600-h/71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2bBxTS4EI/AAAAAAAABKg/Bm58xV_EGAw/s400/71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309069990456123458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First there was one owl then in the beginning of February the second owl visited the nest. On the picture you may see the male (smaller) and female (bigger) birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2bCHFPgZI/AAAAAAAABKo/XhPXzZlU-LU/s1600-h/74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2bCHFPgZI/AAAAAAAABKo/XhPXzZlU-LU/s400/74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309069996302762386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 1st March we noticed something in the nest. Something that looked like an egg! Then yesterday we watched female owl sit on the egg for most of the time until about 11:00PM. In the night the male owl came and brought the female owl a mouse! And so he did today. The difference is as the female owl ate the mouse and left the nest for some time there were two eggs there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2cQP_jf0I/AAAAAAAABKw/TTER1wQ1T0k/s1600-h/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/Sa2cQP_jf0I/AAAAAAAABKw/TTER1wQ1T0k/s400/76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309071338724622146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So.. here goes the yummiest part: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="mms://tv.eenet.ee/kakk"&gt;mms://tv.eenet.ee/kakk&lt;/a&gt; this is the link to the video. Just click it or copy and paste into your favorite media player's "open url" dialog box. The official site for the project is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.eoy.ee/kodukakk/english/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You can find some info about it and pics and videos of owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be warned the video is highly addictive! I almost feel the need to check the owl every second minute and can watch it for hours too! Another proof is that today in the evening my husband told me he's worried if the owl might be hungry and so he felt the need to feed it. Fortunately the male owl came right when we had this conversation. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Hooray it's a sunny sunny day!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Thursday this week I woke up and saw the sun. For 2 months the skies have been grey and depressive. So I couldn't believe my eyes as a bright day welcomed me with a sweet touch of golden rays emerging from the blue sky with no single cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfwznNuXI/AAAAAAAABJY/t4zywvpnlcY/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfwznNuXI/AAAAAAAABJY/t4zywvpnlcY/s400/1.png" alt="winter landscape" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305345653135489394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we finally made it! The first forest walk in these 2 months. I longed for it so much.. oh how I longed for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfgYUQx-I/AAAAAAAABJQ/SbSur740GdU/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfgYUQx-I/AAAAAAAABJQ/SbSur740GdU/s400/2.png" alt="snow crystals" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305345370930333666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even before we reached the forest we saw a wonder: snow crystals. You cannot see it on the photo unfortunately but these crystals shined like they're made of colored glitters. So bright that I couldn't watch them for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfgALzsYI/AAAAAAAABJI/Hx4rJa0NF9k/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfgALzsYI/AAAAAAAABJI/Hx4rJa0NF9k/s400/3.png" alt="great tits" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305345364452422018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then... oh yes the birds! I've seen dozens of Great Tits, several Blue Tits and a couple of Eurasian Nuthatches but was able to capture only Great Tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBff8nbYJI/AAAAAAAABJA/igCAGf42OD8/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBff8nbYJI/AAAAAAAABJA/igCAGf42OD8/s400/4.png" alt="great tit on a fur tree" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305345363494527122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBffWkquXI/AAAAAAAABI4/5sb1mQNudgQ/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBffWkquXI/AAAAAAAABI4/5sb1mQNudgQ/s400/5.png" alt="graffity" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305345353282402674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we walked in the park we found such funny graffiti drawn on informational billboards. Looks like something is missing on the picture. Something these two guys look at. A fish on top of the fur tree maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfe6AGg9I/AAAAAAAABIw/MVA0uyt-wCc/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfe6AGg9I/AAAAAAAABIw/MVA0uyt-wCc/s400/6.png" alt="graffity with animals" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305345345612841938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh lots of crazy animals here! An owl and a bat are my favorites here. Yeah it was a wonderful trip. I'm sooo happy we took it. And I hope for more! And I look forward to spring and more colors too of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i4hLzgoZajX2lz5y5FWPAnadfkU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i4hLzgoZajX2lz5y5FWPAnadfkU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/02/hooray-hooray-its-sunny-sunny-day.html</link><author>Aluajala@gmail.com (Aluajala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SaBfwznNuXI/AAAAAAAABJY/t4zywvpnlcY/s72-c/1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236605244069855345.post-290456475280916648</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T09:16:45.596-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><title>A friend in need...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cold and snowy days are still here so I don't go out other then to work leave along photography. However, I cannot say I spend my free time 100% in vain. No I don't. In fact I was reading a lot and thinking twice more. In this post.. I'd like to write about friends and friendship and what it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SZraI9utzuI/AAAAAAAABIo/u9fwFz_3CJk/s1600-h/Always+friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SZraI9utzuI/AAAAAAAABIo/u9fwFz_3CJk/s400/Always+friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303791358726491874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though I've always had a friend or two in different periods of time it yet took some long time for me to get to know a person enough to call her or him my friend. Exceptions? Sure. Sometimes a person would just be the right one to fit into my life instantly. People came and went through the years. School friends, friends from college, friends from first work and from second... they used to be with me for several years untill our ways would separate. I never wanted to hold someone.. if I felt that a distance between me and some person grew bigger I would let them go. What's the point of sticking to someone if you have less and less in common anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent two years the situation got different. The last friend went away from my life at the same time as I've met my husband. I was and still happy to spend my days with him. Also through these 2 years we've met lots of new people. Some nice people and crazy people, people to discuss interesting things with and to party together. Yet I can hardly call anyone of them a friend. Well there is a couple of guys whom I am very thankful for their support which they gave me when I needed it and a couple of girls whom I wish I knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was also some bad experience of the usual kind when a person who was close to being a friend suddenly disappeared as soon as he knew that we're having problems. Well... I consider problems a sieve - good people go through it and remain friends. Others don't. It would be worse if I continued to trust a person and got in trouble because of it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So. Nowadays I don't meet anyone in person. As I said I don't go out much now. And I don't find my present co-workers interesting. In fact I find 90% people boring and they definitely find me unamusing. I haven't watched TV for about 6 years or so, I don't like big crowds means I don't visit nightclubs or concerts, I hate gossip, pop culture, I don't support any sports team and I don't care about celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yet sometimes I feel that I need to find a couple of reliable persons to socialize. To meet in some quite cafe and discuss some books we've read and interesting places to visit (nature related especially) and pc games worth playing, music that's worth listening and to share some stories  too. Of course such topics cannot be eternal but there is plenty of things to talk to if you have a good company. I know some persons who'd be glad to meet. But I don't think it is possible now.. not when we are in such a suspended state having no home of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I have some pen pals and they are a relief really. I love exchanging long letters, discussing things, sharing stories, memories and such. Usually I'm quite serious about emails and people who I exchang them with. It is a pleasure to make a cup of tea, sit beside a computer and think about what I would like to discuss this time or how do I want to answer questions my pen pal asked me in the previous email. And of course there are some people from different countries who I wish that I meet in person some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess... and as I wrote all of this I got the idea of what my next post will be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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They were taken in the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR4Ya_oKeI/AAAAAAAABG0/UyKafqWjOQA/s1600-h/4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR4Ya_oKeI/AAAAAAAABG0/UyKafqWjOQA/s400/4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297491422652934626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a warm and sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR42iekniI/AAAAAAAABG8/Cx_pjyF9Rjk/s1600-h/5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR42iekniI/AAAAAAAABG8/Cx_pjyF9Rjk/s400/5.PNG" alt="Marigolds of some kind" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297491940057849378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The colors were so bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR5Wq5kq0I/AAAAAAAABHE/-Yshe-LInSk/s1600-h/1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR5Wq5kq0I/AAAAAAAABHE/-Yshe-LInSk/s400/1.PNG" alt="a wasp looking fly" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297492492074396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Insects were all over. I couldn't even imagine to count all the kinds of flies and bees and butterflies and dragonflies I saw that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR5-QIngFI/AAAAAAAABHM/ficlht4iUn4/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR5-QIngFI/AAAAAAAABHM/ficlht4iUn4/s400/2.PNG" alt="dragonfly" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297493172084506706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. Dragonflies. They are quite hard to catch. I wonder how I managed to capture this one so close.. hm.. magics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR7PV54F9I/AAAAAAAABHU/r7063f0JyXM/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR7PV54F9I/AAAAAAAABHU/r7063f0JyXM/s400/3.PNG" alt="bumblebees" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494565202696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bumblebees. There were tens of them on these ball flowers. I love bumblebees. I wish I had a garden full of bumblebees. Oh and a robot gardener too! All my fingers are thumbs when it comes to flowers and gardening. And unfortunately not green ones ((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR8RPsoHuI/AAAAAAAABHc/7ui7QWepD04/s1600-h/6.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYR8RPsoHuI/AAAAAAAABHc/7ui7QWepD04/s400/6.PNG" alt="chaffinch" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297495697407876834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this guy? I've chased his kind for almost one and a half year. They're very colorful birds usually and very fast too. Last summer I thought they hate me. The would gather in groups of 5-10 and wait for me to come, wait for me to get my camera from the bag, turn it own, take aim.. then they would fly away. All of them. The same scheme each time. Giving them food didn't work out too - they would get it and fly away before I push the capture button. This guy on the picture.. I think he was making fun of me too - his feathers are mewing and covered with dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temperature button shows it's -16C (3F) outside and no I won't look out of the window. I want to keep a picture of that sunny day in my mind and maybe to see all those flowers and bumblebees in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It is about protecting street cats and dogs from murdering as local authority suggested. Here is the excerpt from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Starting from July 2008 in Moscow and all over Russia there is a total liquidation of dogs and cats off the streets as it was ordered by the high standing officials. According to the Decree of Moscow Government No 2460-РП issued 06.11.2007 there are dog shelters to be constructed by year 2010 for the total number of animals as 26 thousand species. There are two animal shelters the construction of which has not yet been completed and the First deputy Mayor Peter Biryukoff has ordered to place all dogs to these unfinished shelters – all 26 thousand dogs!!! Another high ranking official – the Governor of Moscow Region Boris Gromov has ordered to kill all street dogs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I signed it. Not that any such petition has ever reached authorities let along changed something. But I have a position which I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMfeB52ibI/AAAAAAAABGM/GOZLsxjliW0/s1600-h/1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMfeB52ibI/AAAAAAAABGM/GOZLsxjliW0/s400/1.PNG" alt="street dog" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112187485456818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all I have never ever had problems with street dogs although met lots of them especially last year when I lived in a region where at least 3 packs of street dogs lived. However I did have problems with dog owners. For example in September last year a woman set lose a dog at me and my husband ordering it to attack us. This was how she reacted on our suggestion to put a muzzle on the dog (as law suggests) because the dog was big and in a playful mood and tried to jump at me while they walked near a children's playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMfz5Uc0KI/AAAAAAAABGU/LK1p7xIyxz8/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMfz5Uc0KI/AAAAAAAABGU/LK1p7xIyxz8/s400/3.PNG" alt="street cats" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112563138220194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually I think that keeping such big dogs in small apartments is a crime itself. I consider it a cruelty to keep a large animal which needs plenty of space to run and jump within four walls. But this is another topic to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMgHfg3EGI/AAAAAAAABGc/s10Cp357BNg/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMgHfg3EGI/AAAAAAAABGc/s10Cp357BNg/s400/2.PNG" alt="street dog" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112899808333922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I joined a conversation on the forum and of course found people divided into 2 groups: pro-petition users and the bigger one - kill-street-animals-NOW guys. The latter ones described their fear of dogs which usually originated from some bad experience with them in childhood. They were sure it is better to shoot an animal to make sure citizens will not be harmed. Of course none of them would ever kill a living creature themselves as the most loud sayers are usually the least doers. Gladly I must add. Because I think that the person who can kill an animal for any reason but self-defense can do the same with human too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMgatW7LRI/AAAAAAAABGk/PlMo_u7AW8Q/s1600-h/4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMgatW7LRI/AAAAAAAABGk/PlMo_u7AW8Q/s400/4.PNG" alt="street cat" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113229942271250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that the best possible solution here is shelters. Not those of ill conditions as we have here but those where workers are truly dedicated to their work like &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mywildlifesanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/01/unsung-heroes.html"&gt;the person Cheryl describes&lt;/a&gt; and where animals are washed and medicated and then are taken to some new caring hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. &lt;/span&gt;As I searched my hard drive for pictures of street animals I made through last year to use them in this post I found a bunch of photos I made in summer which I forgot to show. So you may guess what will my next post about. Yeah! It'll be shiny and colorful and full of buzzzing creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jtm20LdyVhgmn1TfgvzSjJoy5G0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jtm20LdyVhgmn1TfgvzSjJoy5G0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-deal-with-street-cats-and-dogs.html</link><author>Aluajala@gmail.com (Aluajala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYMfeB52ibI/AAAAAAAABGM/GOZLsxjliW0/s72-c/1.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236605244069855345.post-5720922794707927092</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 07:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-28T00:54:15.145-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cartoons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><title>Commercial vs Piracy vs Open Source</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In comments to my previous post I approached the topic of piracy and would like to share my opinion about it here. Just a short notice to make it clear: I hold neither strong pro-legal purchases only position nor pro open source and / or piracy. Now here goes some case study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin with the game from the previous post. The author made a truly wonderful game and sells it by fair price. I have downloaded its pirated version and enjoyed playing it for free BUT as  soon as I get my salary I'm going to use my debit card in order to pay the author for his work. Because I want to thank him for the joy he gave me with his creation. Here in Russia btw it is considered weird (huh? you buy things? but why if you can just download them for free?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's say I'm buying some game from a well known distributor corporation. In this case not only do I pay to the authors, but to distributors, advertizers etc. Of course I admit that each work should be payed yet sometimes it is hard to understand what you're actually paying for. In this case I'd rather download a pirated version and then decide the following: whether I really enjoyed it and would like to buy the original cd (with some additional features and technical support from the company) or it was just another stuff which I'll delete from my hard drive and forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here the basic difference is that I want to know what I'm paying for and whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now say there are two programs a commercial one which I can buy or download a pirated version for free and an open source which is less functional yet has the same basic features as the first one. Chances are I'll chose to download an open source program from its developer site simply because it exists and usually I don't use additional functions available in commercial progs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYAcCq-ZbtI/AAAAAAAABF8/69Eo09BhHgE/s1600-h/linux-open-source.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYAcCq-ZbtI/AAAAAAAABF8/69Eo09BhHgE/s400/linux-open-source.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296263994009022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet if a developer claims his program is the best in the world just because it's open source and this makes it better then any legal stuff that isn't worth a penny by default - I'll never ever try his product. I respect the right to choose and the fact that this guy wants to give his product for free does not mean that another guy who sells his program makes things of worse quality. And yeah open source is Not a religion to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally sometimes there are cases when you just cannot pay for the goods legally. For example if the product can be payed via Pay Pal that does not provide its services in your country . Then you have no choice but stealing it. Or not having it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up: if there is an open source program which is quite fine - I'm choosing it. If there is a licenced program and I liked its trial version - I'm going to buy the full one so that I can also have tech support and newest updates for my stuff and the autor gets her/his revard. If there is an overpriced thing which I'm not sure will interest me - I'm going to get it somewhere for free and then make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZQ8uYHc1QDD0aZx-doVgoEGopqQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZQ8uYHc1QDD0aZx-doVgoEGopqQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/01/commercial-vs-piracy-vs-open-source.html</link><author>Aluajala@gmail.com (Aluajala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SYAcCq-ZbtI/AAAAAAAABF8/69Eo09BhHgE/s72-c/linux-open-source.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236605244069855345.post-4814254795613023945</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T03:52:20.871-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">games</category><title>Let's play with Physics</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is actually a reminder for myself so that I don't lose the link to this game again. You know I consider myself a big gamer actually. When I hardly have an opportunity to go out (especially in winter) I enjoy playing pc games. Most of all I like adventure games. Playing them is like taking part in a story from some book. Solving puzzles is fun too. Now here is something more about puzzles then adentures. The video tells more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsTqspnvAaI&amp;amp;hl=ru&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsTqspnvAaI&amp;amp;hl=ru&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learned about this project last year when a friend sent me a link to the game Crayon Physics a puzzle game where you need to draw geometrical objects and use physics and laws of gravity in order to make ball symbol from one location meet a star symbol in another location. By that time author of the game had been working on the improved version - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.crayonphysics.com/"&gt;Crayon Physics Deluxe&lt;/a&gt; with more intersing features. This mounth he announced the release of the game for PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw the video above I thought this is the kind of game kids should play. It is enternaining and also teaches the basics of physics oh and logical thinking of course. Yet I decided to wait for deluxe version to buy the improved game with extra features. Now I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VTFv6DblkdP8irf2tn4-HnTtk_k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VTFv6DblkdP8irf2tn4-HnTtk_k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://aluajala.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-whom-cell-rings.html</link><author>Aluajala@gmail.com (Aluajala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SXUL9uJmOpI/AAAAAAAABDs/S_nx1VTTJvg/s72-c/lg_kg_270-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236605244069855345.post-7653860174388754852</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-17T04:45:36.494-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><title>Your sunny blogs warm up my days!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every morning as I turn my computer on and connect to internet there are two things I usually do in the first place: I check my mail and RSS reader. These winter days this ritual has become even more important to me. Surfing through your posts is like visiting a fantastic universe where lots of beautiful flowers give their nectar to colorful butterflies and bees, where thousands of birds frolic freely in bright blue skies and landscapes are filled with warm summer sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SWjrVz_0XEI/AAAAAAAABCM/DOJDbkNAFrA/s1600-h/1112%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%BF%D0%B8%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKMixiuJ2L8/SWjrVz_0XEI/AAAAAAAABCM/DOJDbkNAFrA/s400/1112%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%BF%D0%B8%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289736522314308674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to give this award to those wonderful people whose blogs warm up my days and make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://q-corner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt; your blog is my favorite one! I have never met such an enthusiastic and crafty and spiritual person like you offline but I'm glad I found your blog (blogs actually) and it is a number one place I usually visit. It always puts a smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mywildlifesanctuary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt; when I want to obtain peace in my mind it is your blog that I visit. Your garden is truly a sanctualry, a masterpice and I adore you for you create it with your own hands. Thank you for sharing your treasure it is so interesting to discover new corners and shiny details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://teach-me-birdwatching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; your blog is the most shiny to me. When I visit it I forget about winter as such just. Do you carry a piece of sun with you? I bet you do! Your photos show me how eternal summer must look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sunnysideup-eve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;although you now have winter photos in your blog yet they warm me up too! I really like the way you describe things - some of your posts really make me laugh especially those with Guineas.  Oh I seem to have fallen in love with them. Looking at these crazy creatures walking on the snow makes me forget about cold outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mainenaturephotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; your blog was one of the first places I've visited after moving to this platform and it opened me the whole new world of nature photography! I still think of your photos as an example to follow. You show us things that look beautiful and warm even those covered with frost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://faithfabricandphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; I have found your blog only recently and it was love from the first sight! Watching your posts is like drowning in colors of warious winged beauties that visit you. I just can't get enough of your photos. They bring me in such a good mood that even depressive winter colors won't spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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