A woman on a farmer’s shoulder emphasizes a corn crop’s height in Minnesota, 1916.Photograph by A. W. Thompson, National Geographic
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Double-barred Finch (Taeniopygia bichenovii)
Also known as Bicheno’s Finch or the Owl Finch, the Double-barred Finch is a species of Estrildid finch that is endemic to northern and eastern Australia. Double-barred finch typically inhabit dry savanna, grasslands and shrublands. Like other finch double-barred finches are gregarious and forage mainly on seeds, but will feed on grasses and insects as well.
"So you’re telling me I should stock up?" Ulysses’ laugh was a little louder, more sure of itself than his words had been before. He reached for Nathan’s hands, holding both of them in one of his own. Nathan’s hands had warmed, though they still felt cooler than his own.
"Let’s pretend tomorrow’s a few weeks from now." He wiggled his eyebrows, grin spread across his face. It seemed comfortable and lazy but it made his eyes lively. "How do you like that? It sounds epic. We’ll do it classy." He straightened his back, pulling Nathan’s hands up to his mouth. "We’ll make tonight last forever!" He flung his free hand out, sloshing the wine in the glass slightly. He looked over at it and made a noise before smiling back at Nathan. "I know, I’m an idiot."
Nathan watched him with an entranced smile warming his expression. Did Ulysses really mean he wanted to spend weeks together? Even knowing he wanted him to stay the night made Nathan feel like something inside his chest was glowing. Weeks seemed unbelievable - but then, there was a huge difference between imaginary and real weeks and Nathan knew he was getting ahead of himself, daring to hope that someone really, truly wanted him.
"I-I was just thinking how wonderful you are," he said quietly, his smile softer but just as warm. It grew slightly as he slipped his fingers through Ulysses’. "I m-meant until tomorrow’s a long time, but I think I like your take on it better."
Who else thinks Easter bonnets need to make a comeback in a BIG way? Here are 10 amazing and strange vintage Easter bonnets … that people really wore.
Scenes from 1938 Carnival of Swing concert on Randall’s Island, NY. It is considered the first outdoor jazz festival.
Final repair done today- fixed the return lever. This thing looks like it was dropped because there’s a dent where the opening to the keybasket is and the lever, as you can see, is (was) bent down so it scraped across the cover. Flipped it upside down, hung the lever off the end of the table, and hammered it til it sat right. Carefully.