We always seem to wonder at some point in our lives as to why we are the way that we are. Why do we behave in a certain way that others don’t? Why is it that I and my sibling or my best friend has different likes, choices and hobbies? And most importantly, why are we different from each other at all? https://www.facebook.com/notes/astroyogi/know-yourself-born-on-the-1st/561484983866538
Vermont Senator Patrick Leahy cheering on Yummy Yammy at the Fancy Food Show. "I love sweet potatoes," he said. He seemed to like my Fiery Honey Lemon Ginger Roasted Sweet Potato Dip the best. "Oooo. It's good," he reported.
Like many food products, there seems to be a variety of stories relative to the origination ofmustard. The name "mustard" is derived from a Latin word "must" which was an unfermented grape wine made potent and fiery with the addition of ground mustard seed.
-sold- Vintage tiger eye pin brooch silver native This wonderful pin is made of a fiery red tiger eye stone set in silver tone metal with a metal rope border. Rectangular shape. This pin can be worn by both nen and women. The metal seems like it may be sterling, but has not been tested and is not stamped or signed anywhere.The pin post is slightly bent but still works just like it should.Heavy tarnish patina FOXD8845TIG888 Vintage Jewelry Brooches
We braved the harsh sun, insects and large (I am not kidding) mosquitoes to see the sun set behind the Grand Tetons. As you get closer via Schwabachers Landing, it seems like the Tetons seem to get smaller. After the sunset, clouds turned a fiery red, for just for couple of minutes. #grandteton #sunset #wallart #prints #smugmug #Schwabachers #landing #landscape #travel #wyoming #sunsetphotography #red #sky #cloud #snakeriver #river #reflection #orange #grass #green #walldecor #art…
Take Shelly's "On the Medusa of Leonardo DaVinci" and the painting on which it was based "It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,/Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;/Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;/Its horror and its beauty are divine./Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lie/Loveliness like a shadow, from which shine,/Fiery and lurid, struggling underneath,/The agonies of anguish and of death..." Image becomes text becomes image and viewer/reader becomes that which is gazed upon.