Anita Dow
@goanitadow.bsky.social
Love reading & reviewing books, dog-sitting, music, art, history, nature, Mars. Work with composer/author H.E.Wilburson on The Martian Diaries - an award-winning
sequel to The War Of The Worlds 👽 https://www.martiandiaries.com
sequel to The War Of The Worlds 👽 https://www.martiandiaries.com
Pinned
This lovely Acer is on my front garden wall and every autumn it comes alight with colour 🍁🍁🍁
Reminiscent of a triffid I don’t know what type of orchid this is. It’s a cutting from one my son inherited from his previous house owner. The aerial roots are getting really long - the longest is 19cm!
November 24, 2025 at 8:39 PM
Reminiscent of a triffid I don’t know what type of orchid this is. It’s a cutting from one my son inherited from his previous house owner. The aerial roots are getting really long - the longest is 19cm!
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#CapeCod #AcrylicPainting #Thanksgiving
PHOEBE WAHL
"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal—that is your success"
Thanksgiving shared with loved ones 🌟
PHOEBE WAHL
"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal—that is your success"
Thanksgiving shared with loved ones 🌟
November 24, 2025 at 10:45 AM
#CapeCod #AcrylicPainting #Thanksgiving
PHOEBE WAHL
"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal—that is your success"
Thanksgiving shared with loved ones 🌟
PHOEBE WAHL
"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal—that is your success"
Thanksgiving shared with loved ones 🌟
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November 21, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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November 24, 2025 at 4:55 AM
Very stylish with a Christmas theme
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November 24, 2025 at 8:24 PM
Very stylish with a Christmas theme
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2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
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Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
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Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
November 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
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3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
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2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
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Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
Ever heard of crocheted porcelain? Look at these tiny pots!
Meticulously #Crocheted Tiny Vessels by Jeremy Brooks Test the Limits of Clay #art #clay
The pots are tiny, only about 3", and are actually made from crocheted porcelain! More info and photos here: www.thisiscolossal.com/2025/11/jere...
The pots are tiny, only about 3", and are actually made from crocheted porcelain! More info and photos here: www.thisiscolossal.com/2025/11/jere...
November 20, 2025 at 8:03 PM
Ever heard of crocheted porcelain? Look at these tiny pots!
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A kidlit tale of wonder and enchantment to celebrate Winter.
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www.amazon.com/LUNA-SNOW-CA... #Solstice #storytime #winterreading #childrensday #kidlit #maman #languages #English #pb #bookspotlight #kids
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www.amazon.fr/-/en/Suzy-Da...
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www.amazon.com/LUNA-SNOW-CA... #Solstice #storytime #winterreading #childrensday #kidlit #maman #languages #English #pb #bookspotlight #kids
November 20, 2025 at 6:44 PM
A kidlit tale of wonder and enchantment to celebrate Winter.
www.amazon.co.uk/LUNA-SNOW-CA...
www.amazon.fr/-/en/Suzy-Da...
www.amazon.ca/LUNA-SNOW-CA...
www.amazon.com/LUNA-SNOW-CA... #Solstice #storytime #winterreading #childrensday #kidlit #maman #languages #English #pb #bookspotlight #kids
www.amazon.co.uk/LUNA-SNOW-CA...
www.amazon.fr/-/en/Suzy-Da...
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www.amazon.com/LUNA-SNOW-CA... #Solstice #storytime #winterreading #childrensday #kidlit #maman #languages #English #pb #bookspotlight #kids
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Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
November 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
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Aᨰׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ THURSDAY
🦋🌸𓍯૮🌹•𓍯ა🌸🧸
A good day to all!🥰
“𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮.”
-Dennis S. Brown
🦋🌸𓍯૮🌹•𓍯ა🌸🧸
A good day to all!🥰
“𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮.”
-Dennis S. Brown
November 20, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Aᨰׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ THURSDAY
🦋🌸𓍯૮🌹•𓍯ა🌸🧸
A good day to all!🥰
“𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮.”
-Dennis S. Brown
🦋🌸𓍯૮🌹•𓍯ა🌸🧸
A good day to all!🥰
“𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮.”
-Dennis S. Brown
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Every Winning #Photo From #Nature #Photographer of the Year 2025 #photography
Link for all the amazing photos (there are a lot): petapixel.com/2025/11/15/e...
Link for all the amazing photos (there are a lot): petapixel.com/2025/11/15/e...
November 19, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Every Winning #Photo From #Nature #Photographer of the Year 2025 #photography
Link for all the amazing photos (there are a lot): petapixel.com/2025/11/15/e...
Link for all the amazing photos (there are a lot): petapixel.com/2025/11/15/e...
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~°💃🏻🕺🏻~° 👯♀️ ~°💃🏼🕺~°
Something a little different.😊
Something a little different.😊
November 18, 2025 at 9:27 PM
~°💃🏻🕺🏻~° 👯♀️ ~°💃🏼🕺~°
Something a little different.😊
Something a little different.😊
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A #Skydiver Appears to Fall from the #Sun in a Stunning Image
#photography #Icarus Credit: Andrew McCarthy
Link for more: www.thisiscolossal.com/2025/11/andr...
#photography #Icarus Credit: Andrew McCarthy
Link for more: www.thisiscolossal.com/2025/11/andr...
November 17, 2025 at 9:53 PM
A #Skydiver Appears to Fall from the #Sun in a Stunning Image
#photography #Icarus Credit: Andrew McCarthy
Link for more: www.thisiscolossal.com/2025/11/andr...
#photography #Icarus Credit: Andrew McCarthy
Link for more: www.thisiscolossal.com/2025/11/andr...
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November 19, 2025 at 4:47 AM
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Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
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Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
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2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
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Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
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3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.