Dedicated to a friend's long life-friend: Ghitty - beautiful
see ya soon in Heaven sweetie!
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I went to Irish isles as you can lo'k at the map below
touring all Aran Islands with sunny weather and meet funny people ov'r there!
A-s-a-p I'll print a few pics I did in those 3 we'ks!
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lonewolf becker balrogslayerg melodies Hi to ev'ryone sweeties!
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Wolves by Emily Gravett 
Living With Wolves by Jim Dutcher, Helen Cherullo, and James Manfull 
The Wolf Almanac by Robert H. Busch 
Thanks Nazgul for the hi-res of MY WOLF
Early Morning Magic
By: Janine Niebrugge
(This story was inspired by an early morning photo shoot in Denali National Park.)
Transformed by the light of the rising or setting sun, even the most tired landscape becomes inspired. A photographer, my husband Ron, is always chasing this “magic" light.
Morning dawns with a hint of blue sky and the sun waits patiently just below the horizon poised to
begin its graceful rise upward. The air is crisp and filled with the energy of a new day. I listen as the quiet forest comes alive with the sounds of songbirds and scampering feet of snowshoe hares playing their games of hide-and-seek on the forest floor. My eyes, alert for movement, are amazed when they come to rest on the elusive black wolf not more than twenty feet away. Joining the morning symphony, the wolf’s howls echo forlornly off the valley walls. The haunting sound vibrates through the air with a tension that heightens the senses.
Beckoned by the luring howl, the sun rises over the horizon and bathes the forest in a soft yellow-orange light. The wolf’s black coat, still full from winter, is backlit and glows orange as if on fire, and with each howl a faint yellow mist curls upward from his mouth. Spellbound, I watch and
listen.
Silence fills the valley and surrealistically the day has begun. The sun continues her graceful climb into the sky and the wolves go their separate ways. The morning light has worked its “magic.” The photographer smiles, satisfied.
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I luv writing^_^ - here follow under a few of my short scripts about wolves:
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From within the warm, secure den, I watch Father, his coat thick and white as the snow under his paws, disappears into the deep woods beyond for the night's hunt.
I whine in disappointment of not being able to hunt with them because I'm still young.
"Very soon," begins my older brother sitting beside me, "you'll be out there leading the pack just like him and mother."
I know this is true but it seems so far away when I think about it.
My sister nuzzles me with her stout nose to play a game with her.
My brother is amused and tells me to not think of hunting, but to liveand enjoy my precious moments as a pup.
"You'll be a grown wolfsoon enough," he says.
Feeling a twitch of hope within my heart, I race after my sister and over the cold, powdery face of Mother Earth.
I tumble and roll within the flying flakes of Mother Earth's hair so white and clean, knowing that I will someday be a leader, a hunter, and a father of a pack all my own.
Submitted by Jennifer tissot
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They tell stories of us, dark and wicked as the burning lightning piercing to the earth's heart in the night. They say we are of the upmost deepest evil walking the earth. That's why they come, one by one to destroy those of our kind, of our families and even our homes. They never stop to understand our spirits so tranquil and sealed with nature's gentle kiss at birth. WE are wolves, they are Man. Man tell of the untrue wicked deeds we do under darkness's veil--devouring their offspring and themselves, always searching for their flesh to satisfy our voracious stomachs. NO, these are lies, lies as untrue as the water is fluid as rock is solid. WE are wolves, wild, true, but not killers. WE kill those of our kingdom, of the creatures given to us in the natural way, eating to survive, care for our families, and to exist.
I'm one of the few of my pack who remains now that Man has killed many of them off because of the malicious legend of us being that of demons. I now wander alone, wondering when my time will come to die. I may escape and I may not. No matter, my dear friend, I want you to know the truth about my kind. Of the wolves we are, nothing more, nothing less.
by ©Jennifer A. Tissot
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I knew it was coming. The feeling of untamed anxiety told me so, just as it does every month when the moon is at its fullest.
The curse has been with me since I was a child...but how long I've been a werewolf doesn't matter. All that matters is here and now.
The house is silent and dark as I unlock the back door and step out onto the porch and into the cold, frosty February night air. I shiver and see the clear sky with all its winking white eyes and the one single, large, bright eye. IT is the moon, huge and white as my fangs are against its milky gleam.
A shudder runs through my whole body, but not from cold. It's the sign, the first sign of the transformation of my fifteen-year-old body of a girl becoming the animal.
I leap off the porch and into the frozen snow that feels like freezer burnt vanilla icecream beneath my bare feet.
The prickling sensation traces through my veins...
It happens.
All my bones twist and turn to become a new structure as gray fur spreads across my arms and face like ripples in a pond.
I grow larger, my whole face pushing out...my nose and mouth melting into one to form the snout.
My teeth enlarge and curve as they change into the shining fangs...the ones I'll use for tearing and biting with.
My fingers shrink and paws replace my hands.
I feel no pain as all this happens to me. Only a feeling of sheer joy and terror all at once as my heart beats faster...so fast I can hardly breathe...
I'm panting, drooling...
On all fours I rush over the white world beneath my wolf paws, into the woods.
So dark and concealing...
I see every flicker of movement within my colorless world, smell every hint of fear, and hear every sound of the alarmed rabits and deer as they scurry for cover from me.
I reach a hill side and stop for breath.
I throw my head back and let out my howl. IT is long, shrill, and echoes off the trees and mountains beyond.
"I'm here," I'm saying within the howl, "and I'm hungry."
Yes. The scent of a human wafts over the sharp breeze in my direction.
I head for it, bounding.
I keep going into the woods until I spot the wandering man, bundled up to keep warm as he sits near a dying camp fire.
I make no sound as I creep toward him.
One paw, then two. The saliva runs thick over my chin. I can't help it. His scent is intoxicating.
HE suspects nothing with his back turned. He rubs his hands over the fading blaze.
I'm so close, inches.
I'm on him! I dig my claws right through his coat...into his warm flesh...
A half strangled scream is all he manages...
Then, I stop and think.
"A partner would be nice," as I close my jaws around the back of his neck...and bite him long and hard...
Submitted by Jennifer tissot
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They call me Quest (written February 2007)
They call me Quest, the one who howls her sweet song toMother Moon, the mystical eye that watches over my pack.
In the Dark Forest, deep in the world of Agnlennar, a place apart from Earth, my pack and I chase the illusive, silver-blue pools of moonlight. We are Moon Chasers, the ones who sing our harmonious howls and gather up the beams, weaving them to create the light of Mother Moon's eye.
By day we're humans in appearance but wolves by nature, living in the cliffs of the Moon Mountains. By night, we are the Moon chasers, wolves sleek and powerful, paws drumming the earth's lush, dewy skin.
I, Quest, have told my story. My story of Anglennar, a place apart from Earth, ends here.
Submitted by Jennifer tissot
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and now I'd very pleased to let you know a deeply dear friend of mine:
Books by Tara K. Harper
The Grey Wolf Series (Tales of the Wolves)
Wolfwalker
Shadow Leader
Storm Runner
Wolf's Bane
Silver Moons, Black Steel
The Black Wolf Series (Nightrunners)
Wolf in Night
Other Wolkwalker
Grayheart
Catscrath Novels
Cat Scratch Fever
Cataract
Other Science Fiction
Lightwing
Photo Copyright 2000 Tara K. Harper. All rights reserved. 
Photo Copyright 2000 Tara K. Harper. All rights reserved.
Wolf in Night
By Tara K. Harper
Available February 1, 2005!
Del Rey/Ballantine
ISBN: 0-345-40636-2
Raised on a foreign world where telepathic wolves hunt in the mountains and mysterious aliens guard against the encroachment of humanity, Nori has grown up scouting in the wilderness. Like her mother before her, she searches for dangers that could devastate the isolated towns scattered across the countryside.
But the wolves have already encountered those forces. Now, disturbed by the sense of death along the broken cliffs of Ariye, they reach out to one who can help them. Unsuspecting, Nori answers the Grey Ones' Call--only to find herself mentally bonded to Grey Rishte, a half-grown, ferocious wolf.
Spies and assassins stalk the scouts and wolfwalkers, while a deadly threat, once thought to be contained, spreads across the land. Caught between the wolves and the horror of plague, and with hired hunters at her heels, Nori is hounded deep into the wilderness to begin a journey that must end in victory...or death.
TARA K. HARPER: SF/Fantasy
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"Vivid details of wilderness survival and a strong, resourceful heroine."
- Library Journal
Tara K. Harper is, far and above, one of the most inventive and
imaginative writers of Science Fantasy."
- Explorations
"Tara Harper's novels...Wolfwalker, Shadow Leader,
and Storm Runner won her critical acclaim."
- Amazon.com
"Harper's writing skill would make even a banal story worth reading."
- American Reporter
"Delicious!"
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THIS IS HUMAN RACE!
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Following Monday's deadliest shooting in U.S. History on the campus of Virginia Tech, people around the world are reaching out to express their sympathy. Feel free to share your thoughts with PEOPLE.com readers below.
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• Ryan Clark, 22, a senior biology and English major with a 4.0 grade-point average, was known as "Stack" to his friends in the Marching Virginians college band, who said of him on their Web site: "He was a loved friend, mentor, and role model who will always hold a special place in the hearts of all the MVs as a true example of The Spirit Of Tech. Stack, we thank you for all the memories, and for sharing with us your true love of life. We will love and miss you always." He had been planning to pursue a PhD in psychology with a focus in cognitive neuroscience.
• Liviu Librescu, 76 a professor at Virginia Tech originally from Romania, survived the Holocaust in Europe and remained a fighting hero until the end. His son, Joe Librescu, told the Associated Press that his father "blocked the doorway with his body and asked the students to flee. ... Students started opening windows and jumping out." The elder Librescu was recognized internationally for his research in aeronautical engineering, said the head of the Engineering Science and Mechanics Department at Virginia Tech.
• Reema Joseph Samaha, student, as remembered by one of her teachers: "She was a lovely girl with a luminous smile. She somehow gave the impression of being completely open, but also completely capable of hiding complexities unimagined by those around her. ... She deserved better than my tutelage, better than to die on the floor of some nameless classroom, better than any of us could give her. I know she believed in a God and an afterlife. Perhaps she is in a better place, beyond pain and fear, and the events of April 16 were no more than a brief snarl in the thread of her life. She is gone. That is tragedy enough for a lifetime."
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• Caitlin Hammaren, 19, was a sophomore majoring in international studies and French. John P. Latini, the principal of Minisink Valley High School (from which she graduated in 2005), said, "She was just one of the most outstanding young individuals that I've had the privilege of working with in my 31 years as an educator." On Hammaren's Facebook page, Bri Powell, from the University of Central Florida, wrote, "Our prayers are with our fallen sister & her family, this is such a horrific tragedy & I'm deeply saddened that [the women's fraternity] KKG has lost such a beautiful person. God Bless all of the VT students – today we are all Hokies!"
• Erin Peterson, 18, of Virginia, who had been injured Monday, died Tuesday in the hospital. Her father, Grafton Peterson, told CNN after monitoring his daughter all night, "My baby didn't make it." Meanwhile, Kirsten Bennett writes on Peterson's Facebook page: "I went to middle school with this amazing girl, and 5 years later, i can still remember her huge smile and comforting spirit! She was such a remarkable girl and great friend... i will miss her greatly! my prayers to all of erin's friends and families."
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Call of the Wild
He's been worshiped
And he's been feared,
He's been pushed from state
to state thru the years.
But now we know him
Now we understand,
The fragile balance
Between nature and man.
He's the call of the wild
with a spirit strong and true,
And each and every child
Should have the chance
To listen to the call of the wild.
Brother to brother
Father to son,
Have told the stories
Of this nobile one.
Proud as an eagle
And free as the wind,
And you can hear him
If you only listen.
You'll hear the call of the wild
With a spirit strong and true,
And each and every child
Should have the chance
To listen to the call of the wild.
Please let them hear
The call of the wild.
If you talk to the animals
they will talk with you
and you will know each other.
If you do not talk to them
you will not know them,
and what you do not know
you will fear.
What one fears
one destroys.
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"They're not going to go see the gay cowboys in Montana. I'm sorry. They're not going to do it," opined cable television's chief windbag Bill O'Reilly on December 20, 2005.
The liberal blogger Mickey Kaus wrote around the same time: "I'm highly sceptical that a movie about gay cowhands, however good, will find a large mainstream audience. I'll go see it, but I don't want to go see it ... When the film's national box office fails to live up to its hype and to the record attendance at a few early screenings, prepare to be subjected to a tedious round of guilt-tripping and chin-scratching."
The Washington Post columnist Charles Krauthammer made a new year's prediction about Oscar night: "Brokeback Mountain will have been seen in the theatres by 18 people - but the right 18 - and will win the Academy Award."
Something odd happened between the elite's assessment of the heartland and the heartland's assessment of Brokeback Mountain. No, it's no The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe. But of all the Oscar nominees it has racked up by far the biggest domestic grosses so far: more than $70m at the last count (compared with, say, $22m for the superb Capote). And that's before the Oscar boost. More interestingly, it's done remarkably well in the middle of the red states.
O'Reilly's Montana? In the 85-year-old cinema in Missoula, Montana, the owner told the media: "It's been super every night since we started showing it." The movie did even better in Billings, a more conservative city in the state. According to Variety magazine, some of the strongest audiences have been in Tulsa, Oklahoma, El Paso, Texas.
What happened? There are various theories. Brilliant marketing pitched the movie as a love story and a western, two genres well ingrained in middle American tastes. Women dragged nervous husbands and boyfriends to see a film where the women could enjoy long, languorous views of Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, and the men could admire the scenery.
Blue state liberals felt it some kind of social duty to see the film. Gays and lesbians flocked. The media hyped the "gay cowboy" movie and it generated more and more publicity, and thereby curiosity and thereby tickets.
The iconic phrase uttered by Gyllenhaal - "I wish I knew how to quit you" - has become part of the popular culture. The cover of last weeks New Yorker had a parody of the now-famous poster, with Bush and Dick Cheney as the cowboys and Cheney blowing some steam off the top of his rifle.
Everyone seems to have an opinion about the film, especially those who haven't seen it. My own view is that Brokeback has done well primarily because it's an excellent film. It has a compelling story, two astonishing performances from Ledger and Michelle Williams, and an elegant screenplay from the great western writer Larry McMurtry.
I still don't think the movie is in the same class as the brilliantly compressed short story by Annie Proulx on which it's based. But it's still way better than most films now offered by Hollywood, and it's a little depressing that we have to ask why a decent number of people would not want to see a rare example of Hollywood excellence.
As for the gay sex, it's barely in the movie, and the least convincing part of it. Compared with the sex and violence usually served up by Hollywood films, Brokeback is Jackanory. But there is something, perhaps, that explains the interest beyond mere artistic skill.
The past two decades have seen a huge shift in how homosexual people are viewed in the West. Where once they were identified entirely by sex, now more and more recognise that the central homosexual experience is the central heterosexual experience: love - maddening, humiliating, sustaining love.
That's what the marriage debate has meant and why the marriage movement, even where it has failed to achieve its immediate goals, has already achieved its long-term ambition: to humanise gay people, to tell the full, human truth about them.
And that truth includes the red states. The one thing you can say about the homosexual minority is that, unlike any other, it is not geographically limited and never has been. Red states produce as many gay kids as blue ones; and yet the heartland gay experience has rarely been portrayed and explored.
In America this is particularly odd, since the greatest gay writer in its history, Walt Whitman, was a man of the heartland. And you only have to read about the early years of Abraham Lincoln's life to see that same-sex love and friendship was integral to the making of America, especially in its wildernesses and frontiers. You see that today even in the American gay vote, a third of which routinely backs Republicans.
Brokeback, in other words, is not just a good movie, but a genuinely new one that tells a genuinely old story. It shows how gay men in America have families and have always had families. It shows them among themselves and among women. It shows them, above all, as men.
For the first time it reveals that homosexuality and masculinity are not necessarily in conflict, and that masculinity, even the suppressed, inarticulate masculinity of the American frontier, is not incompatible with love.
It provides a story to help people better understand the turbulent social change around them and the history they never previously recorded. That is what great art always does: it reveals the truth we are too scared to see and the future we already, beneath all our denial, understand.
From an article by: Andrew Sullivan - The Sunday Times February 26, 2006
WHATEVER is love.
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by GoldenWolfSimon and Garfunkel - Old friends
Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
by Elessar
by Elessar
pretty wolf
bubble Jack, giggle Will- Location:Bloggy Honey
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Love pets, love animals, love their candid innocenceand the total love for their human companions........let's try to give them back with the same effort
those deep feelings of love, trust and faith they have for us...........'cause they really LOVE us!
lone_wolf- Mood: contemplative
stop hunting wolves you stupid people! shoot yourself, each other a great ball with your gun! straight to that empty place you call heart!
- Location:HOME SWEET HOME
- Music:hungry like a wolf - Duran Duran
THINK IT OVER, THINK ABOUT OUR FUTURE, COZ
ANIMALS OF EVRY KINDS ARE OUR FUTURE!
- Mood:
annoyed
They are so beautiful!
But she doesn't really mean it. Later, at the Olympic Village, she gets trashed, and passes out in her suitcase.
This was shortly after I brought him home. The pink paper reads, "Check For Cat Under Chair Before Sitting."
These pictures were taking shortly before he was put to sleep. He liked to go out on the deck to lay in the sun and sniff the flowers.
Adieux mon petit!
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- Location:Mirkwood
- Mood:
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