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"Green Smoke" by +Patrick Marson Ong ....
As soon as i stepped on Skagsanden Beach, I immediately knew why this beach is among the top places to hunt Aurora. Not only it points North, you have plenty of foreground to play with. My sister dubbed it as our favorite beach since we lost count on how many times we kept coming back just to watch the northern lights here.
Happy New Year everyone! Wish you all the best in 2017! - Patrick Marson Ong
http://www.patrickmarsonong.com/
#norway #auroraborealis #naturephotography 
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"The Mystery of Winstead Manor"
"It's the house Stephen. It's there, just waiting. When the darkness sets in you can feel that something behind you; to hear it, feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around there's nothing there...nothing at all, just the darkness and the terrible silence of feeling trapped in your own nightmare," looking up into his eyes. "You go on...see if you can solve this ghoulish tragedy on your own. See if you survive," turning towards the cobblestone path only to look back. "Perhaps we will meet again..." disappearing into the foggy mist of the night.

I often wondered about Stephen, even though I did return to the house later. Of course I made several inquiries, all of which turned out to be empty words of senseless people who knew nothing of our past. I do remember one woman who said he had buried himself in the house, still wandering the halls. She was nothing, just another part of a rancid species clinging to yesterday's tragedies. Yet, I needed to know...a way to dig through time...try to grasp those horrors which had blooded the walls of that house for over a century. I still felt close, often sensing myself still wandering those blooded halls. Maybe it was waiting for me to dare that path towards the door again; perhaps to turn time into a whirlwind of empty shadows that once walked the halls of Winstead Manor. 

A man crossed my path, turning around at the rusted iron gate which led into the cobblestone path, staring at me. It was old Mr. Arlington, the groundskeeper.
"Private property," that's all he said. I introduced myself. He thought for a moment then looked at me; "Oh yes, seems like yesterday."
"Even with his deep set of wrinkles weathered by time, and his blind left eye didn't interfer with time. I told him he had a good memory. He asked me what I wanted. I only said three words..."To find out," looking deep into his eyes.
"Thought you knew," smiling, even chucking as he walked on.

The key was still there, hidden under an old stone with a carved out hole to keep it secure. It was rusty, yet turned the weathered lock in two strokes. It cracked open, almost as one was opening a long lost mussoleim slowly moving on it's hinges into the room. I closed the massive oak door behind me. I looked through the stale air filled with dust, walking over rotten old pieces of wood and decayed plaster scattered everywhere. There were three flights of stairs I had to climb to reach the heart of the house - old lady Winstead's bedroom where it all began. The pieces of her were still there; bones of course. Yet for some unknown reason, that room was where it still roamed, unnoticed, waiting for the right moment. 

I began my assent up three flights of stairs. Once at the top my eyes strained through the rancid air mixed with falling dust. At the end of the hallway I heard a terrible growl. Then, like a thunderous ripple, the giant stone archways began to crumble in front of me, falling like dominoes shattering the floors and walls as they fell into each other.
I quickly grabbed the stairway post, glancing down as the stairs cracked into finite pieces falling deep into the darkness below.
I turned back towards the end of the collapsed hallway. There at the end it stood; drooling and grumbling with fierce red eyes staring me down through the rubble. I instantly turned my flashlight towards the end of the hallway, the light crawling through the smoke and falling dust. "No! It can't be!" I let out a blood thirsty scream. There standing at the end of the hallway was a mirror image of myself..."

It must have been later when they shackled me in irons dragging me across the floor out into the courtyard. Stephen was standing over me glaring down into my eyes. "Did you really think I would have let you go on? Allow you to continue to bloody hundreds of souls into ripped and scattered pieces? No my dear. Your time is over," kneeling down close to me holding a long knife. "I'm gonna hang you up in my meat locker and skin you alive, then cut that evil heart out. Scream all you like...but I hardly think anyone will hear you," standing up and motioning to the driver of an old carriage. "Take her to my house. I'll take care of her there."
"But Sir, the Magistrate said to bring her in," the driver approaching.
"Silence!" Reaching into his pocket pulling out four Shillings. Now take her if you want to save your head," throwing the money at his feet.
"Aye Sir," tossing a chain across his shoulder and dragging her to the carriage.

"We're done here," Stephen pausing for a moment then looking back. A hand appeared in the third floor window closing a blood stained curtain. Stephen chuckled to himself knowing he had control now; then regaining his posture, walked towards his carriage which was waiting.

- Story by Abbie Stewart
- Photographer unknown.

© 2017 ABBIE STEWART ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ON WRITTEN MATERIAL
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Our lead walker stopped at the old walls of Nif. There were still elementary impulsars trading within those structures. Booty for our kingmakers. 
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A Beautiful Trifid
The beautiful Trifid Nebula is a cosmic study in colorful contrasts. Also known as M20, it lies about 5,000 light-years away toward the nebula rich constellation Sagittarius. A star forming region in the plane of our galaxy, the Trifid illustrates three different types of astronomical nebulae; red emission nebulae dominated by light emitted by hydrogen atoms, blue reflection nebulae produced by dust reflecting starlight, and dark nebulae where dense dust clouds appear in silhouette.

The bright red emission region, roughly separated into three parts by obscuring, dark dust lanes, lends the Trifid its popular name. In this well met scene, the red emission is also juxtaposed with the telltale blue haze of reflection nebulae. Pillars and jets sculpted by newborn stars, below and left of the emission nebula's center, appear in Hubble Space Telescope close-up images of the region. The Trifid Nebula is about 40 light-years across.

Image and info via APOD
Image Credit & Copyright: R Jay Gabany

#space #nasa #universe #nebula #research #exploration #science 
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Our Kepler Space Telescope identified a regular pattern in the orbits of the seven Earth-size planets in the TRAPPIST-1 system, confirming details about the orbit of its outermost and least understood planet, TRAPPIST-1h. The TRAPPIST-1 system's dwarf star is only eight percent the mass of our sun, making it cooler and less luminous, and three of its planets orbit near their star's habitable zone—the range of distances from a star where liquid water could pool on the surface of a rocky planet. Details: http://go.nasa.gov/2rJCbjh
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The low angle of the sunlight along the slim crescent of Saturn's moon Enceladus highlights the many fractures and furrows on its icy surface. Details: http://go.nasa.gov/2raMFuT
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