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[Insight]:禎 Whyte Wabi 🎼

Yipeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Thank you, for gifting me this wondrous life!!!

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Counter-Protest: Stop the Hate by Paula Kirman

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Model: Karina Whyte Photographer: Tarik photographer https://www.flickr.com/photos/tarik-photographer/4719391585/in/album-72157624321412656/ #rmaalbc #model #karina

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The Best Artists in History

Throughout history, there have been some truly remarkable artists who have created works of art that stand the test of time. From painters and sculptors to photographers and musicians, these iconic figures have left an indelible mark on society.

Here is a look at some of the greatest artists in history and their incredible contributions to art, culture, and humanity as a whole. Their lives were filled with creativity, passion, hard work and dedication which propelled them into lasting fame.

Through examining their biographical details such as where they lived and worked; their creative process; major achievements throughout their career; we can gain insight into how these talented individuals shaped our world today.

Introduce the concept of great artists in history and their lasting legacy Explore the biographical details of iconic figures such as where they lived, worked and their creative process Examine major achievements throughout their careers Analyze how these talented individuals have shaped our world today through art, culture and society Feature some of the greatest artists in history including painters, sculptors, photographers and musicians Discuss how creativity, passion, hard work and dedication propelled them into lasting fame Conclude with a summary on why these artist's lives remain relevant to this day

Introduce the concept of great artists in history and their lasting legacy

Throughout history, art has been a reflection of society and its culture. For hundreds of years, people have used art to express their feelings. The best artists are the ones whose work is still remembered and talked about long after they die.

These artists were creative and had new ideas. They also worked very hard to perfect their skills. In this article, we will explore the lives of some of these iconic figures whose influence still remains strong today.

Explore the biographical details of iconic figures such as where they lived, worked and their creative process

The lives and works of these great artists can be traced back to the places they lived and worked in.

For example, Rembrandt van Rijn was a Dutch painter who was born in Leiden, Netherlands in 1606. He later moved to Amsterdam, where he became one of the greatest painters of the Dutch Golden Age.

His creative process involved both careful planning and spontaneous improvisation. For example, he would carefully study light and shadow, and then use free-flowing brushwork to create outstanding works such as The Night Watch (1642). Another great example is Leonardo da Vinci who lived during the Italian Renaissance.

He was famous for being curious and creative. He studied different things like anatomy, engineering, mathematics, music and art. And he used all of those things to create amazing works of art like The Last Supper (1495-1497).

Examine major achievements throughout their careers

The greatest artists in history have left a lasting legacy with the works they created during their lifetimes. For instance, Michelangelo Buonarroti was renowned for his sculptures and paintings, such as the iconic David (1504), and Sistine Chapel ceiling frescoes (1508-1512). He also designed architectural structures such as the Laurentian Library (1524) and St.

Peter’s Basilica (1546). Another great figure is Spanish painter, Diego Velazquez who is considered one of the most influential Baroque painters in history. His works such as Las Meninas (1656) are masterpieces that contain a wealth of symbolism and complexity.

Analyze how these talented individuals have shaped our world today through art, culture and society

The greatest artists in history not only left behind amazing pieces of art, but they also helped shape the world we live in today. They were innovators with bold ideas who were passionate about their art. They pushed boundaries and showed everyone what was possible. We can still see their influence in the art being made today and in modern culture. They have had a big impact on our society – from inspiring creativity to encouraging people to think differently.

Conclude with a summary on why these artist's lives remain relevant today

The greatest artists in history have left a lasting legacy that will continue to remain relevant for years to come. Through their works of art, they embodied powerful ideas and messages that still resonate with us today.

They pushed boundaries, explored new ideas and dedicated themselves to creating something meaningful that would inspire generations to come. Their influence has been immense – from inspiring creativity, to pushing boundaries of what was thought possible and encouraging people to think differently. They are true icons who will always be remembered for their passion and artistry – leaving a lasting legacy that will remain relevant until this day.

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Bertie Whyte and Alfred McNeely -- Genealogy- Donna Mcfarlane

read–The Mystery of the Alfred McNeely’s — Were there Two? I think you already know but Bertie Whyte who married Alfred McNeely… also Maggies grandfather Thomas Whyte was also my husbands gr gr grandfather as his daughter Mary married James Cram.. Alfred McNeely worked for W.A.Nichols and Sons for over 60 years. Nichols Saw Mill- where Centennial Park is. Photo by Annie Duff — Carleton Place…

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Rally for Gaza - Hands off Rafah by Paula Kirman

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An Undying Companion

Gale winds of relief blew away the vaporized disastrous fog clearing away allowing the Captain to his rigging aboard and embark. Collecting rubble left aboard noticing Casta’s journal left to them now completely ruined and water-logged scrolling through the pages that defined and she often documented her experiences and often wrote about him in a Tale. He felt such guilt, rumors of many librarian’s beliefs; that you can often tell much about how a person treats their books. Though it wasn't his keepsake in a particular way, his obligation was to provide security over cherished. Luckily knowing the source-material helped. Working with his old skills of forgery and actual genuine experiences began piecing together a new journal for his dear Crewmate’s hopeful return in extra commentary and more heartfelt personal. During his ship-voyage, believing alone going forth for a while, maybe forever onward, this would keep him sane. Below his cabin a noise was heard below sounding of barrels and storage in the hull being rummaged through. Sharp ears shooting up, “A stowaway, again? Seven Hells! Or is this one another ghost? I pray it's a bewitching company ov’ ever bountiful desire.” Quite alarming how common this was but knowing his fortune it’s probably the eighteenth assassin, maybe was him going crazy from detoxing away from his substances. Down-below in the bowels, lights were still damaged absent from the last-fight, making things rather gloomy. Within the corner hearing a chewing of meat to bone. He stayed vigilant before kindling a match to ignite a belt-lamp bringing forth the light to his shadow-invader. Pupils flared-disbelieved opening widely, tearing up but never releasing the valve, his fingers fidgeting, before his lips curved in unadulterated; happiness. 

Disobediently a crewmate went against his Captain’s words to split for the Summer, or disband knowing internally quite closely his leader. Undying loyalty stood up with cackling chains chewing on a former rabid chocobo’s dismemberment head chewing through the grates of his mouthguard messily eating eye-entrails like mortal’s spaghetti. The resident ghoulish horror on his Crew departed but struggled akin to a hound. With understanding Captain’s true intent or wishes of him disappearing, knowing somewhere Captain faintly, didn’t really desire to separate from his Crew in the slightest but did it to safeguard the traitorous attacks. 

Witnessing the ship depart as Captain faced the traitor to reveal itself in confrontation. Couldn’t stop staring back, his intent was obvious; follow. Until the wise Zieton, Elezen observed before encouraging the creature of accursed fright, “You’re going to go after him, huh? Good. Guess I’ll tuck this aetheryte shard in your pocket I conjured, find yourself in peril, or catch-up with danger notwithstanding our agreed reconvening before the foreseeable Moons, I’ll know.” Waving off and walking none of this verbiage seemed like it was processing to a gluttonous creature who seemed to have its animalistic imprint to a degree, committed to repaying his unholy existence. Two others of Crew’s company sent him off for success, Slafhota who was to be a guardian for him had a strong-sense of emphatically knowing beings and creatures, sweetly asked the Ghoulish to not stray away or become consumed by his hungering ways, trained and conditioned to eat ill and spoiled flesh, that which was diseased, or in some cases, the absolute worst. Individuals that played farce to being monstrous those who sharpen teeth to the softest skin. Whilst the peculiar, bubbly personality, Viera, Whyte energetically added, “I want to go too! …But catching up with a ship seems like an awful lot of work. Instead, I’m going to do what the Captain said and find something that brings me fulfillment so I can come back and bring him joy with what I learn! Maybe go shopping too with Me-Me! And-and! O~ Anyway maybe you can track him with this friendship bracelet Captain made with seashells. If it doesn't help snuff him out maybe help you know we’re all with you.” She wrapped it on the ghoulish Xaelaen’s horn. No-signs of amusement from any of them but a fiendish growl. Just glad silence came after they were done. Stoically rushing off following the coastline chasing the sea-vessel in the distance. Encountering multiple ravenous beasts, things proving as obstacles, but cut-through all them, ate them whole with consuming eagerness until using the little hunting in him, spatial perception and enhanced hearing brought him to a mission success.

A rare occurrence of disobedience being accepted Captain couldn’t escape a smirk, the amount of humane emotions urging out of him was defeated by something as detestable, devilishly foul, but it felt so authentic. It brought a realization and revelation just how different things were now, Captain perceived things were returning to him losing everyone or something all-over again, but karma perhaps for the recent event, seemed to be returned instantly. Signs of hope and jolly.  “Mate this is gonna require a celebration. I’m glad ye came back. If certain, then we’ll sail this ongoing black together. Plenty of stuff I could use to help in fixin’ up ‘ere. I’m going to need t’ drink-jollies until I’m o’ alabaster white-dead-to-right in complexion, near my grave like ye appear my grim’n’crim lad! But ye make me feel entirely otherwise ~ alive.” Though it wasn't ever vocally echoed back, the ghoulish ink sclera, blood-viciously sanguine hues absorbed, no doubt constantly observing things in powerful details, deciphering and puzzling together; anything with intent, with heartbeats, their expressions slightly shifting and moving. Whenever its curse or affliction showed reprieve, all this would prove to be a pandora’s box, of unbridled importance to determine a genuineness of his nature. A deadly-sounding shriek snarled out as the Xaela was uprooted off the floorboards in a ferocious bear hug of impressive degree before lowered. Captain confessed, “That’s how one typically shows their fondness n’ greetin’s to a fellow-lad. That or they get a bit more raunchy or share n’ some adultery with company or another, but that can be a lesson in another dawn-break. I’m sure you’d be quite popular as a courtesan, t’ them, I’d reckon you’re an exotic specimen.” Startled the godless fright look paralyzed and confused before finally motioning back, seemingly understanding the motive behind Captain’s first sentimental words, he grabbed the Seeker and tossed him overhead with a overzealous amount of strength, thinking it came down to power to determine who dominantly cared more about their treasured friends. Bearing that in mind, he’d surely kill them; win if required. The competitiveness of the Xaela still swelled in that bloodstream. Captain let out a painful howl until colliding into a bunch of barrels crashing. Stricken dazed seeing stars before shrugging it off, “...Ow.” Folded up like an accordion, before recomposing with a heartwarming boisterous laughter and treating this as a challenge to Captain approved, “Alrighte toss’n’ me round’ like the cheapest Eorzean whore?! I wouldn't gone that far, that's comparable to wrestlin’ but I respect yer spirit! Aye… Y’know let me repay that n’ full.” Crackling each knuckle and popping his neck committed to spare, back and forth they’d beat the brakes off another, tossing the other around, punching each other until what should’ve been a common-hug shared became near physical brawls anytime they’d come across another until swelled bones, bruised aches and nearly breaking their bones on each contact putting iron sharpens iron into their bond that was forging. The Worldly Finder teetering slightly through ebbs and flow, piercing through smashing waves partaking off to the Far East where his Father awaited who could finally provide the answers to his Seeker in a Son. A new-waving flag ruffled through trifling breezes.

[Prev:Chapter]: Fog x Quest ~ ♪"The Curse"♪

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Counter-Protest: Stop the Hate by Paula Kirman

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Off Road Again.

After some discomfort in my right knee I rode along the canal bank for my last ride. Today I was back off road properly with a ride most of the way up Great Hill, followed by my favourite descent of all through Brinscall Woods. If you’ve read my writing previously you may think that I have a rather limited pallet of mountain biking routes but creating my routes has been a labour of love over more…

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Adam Whyte (2019)