by Ediemelia
(Open letter to North Texas Municipal Governments)
Texas has been good to us, still is good to us!
We have been living in the DFW Mid Cities area for the last 12 years and we are enjoying the wide open spaces, the flourishing and expanding business and housing developments and the sight of a few remaining pasture lands with their horses and cows – sometimes right at next door.
Riding a bicycle in the city...
Life is truly good!
With this letter I would like to inspire you and your team to envision with us an even better, healthier, more fun way into the future, that involves the entire family, community, – actually everyone!
We commend and applaud you for the many years of creating innovative solutions designed to meet the needs of responsible companies and environmentally conscious individuals in our community, who all believe in making a difference.
I am a seasoned accounting professional who loves an occasional relaxing and refreshing stroll with my family through our neighborhood and to leisurely ride my bicycle, what a gentle and fun exercise under the big blue Texan sky! I wish to inspire people to incorporate cycling into sustainable, healthy lifestyles. A bicycling culture can be uniquely integrated where people see cycling as a fashionable, practical and convenient means of transportation, as a social, fun pastime and an experience that increases the sense of community and, last but not least, where people see results in increasing one’s overall health. Continue Reading…
by Ahluverr
Ediemelia’s sharp eye for the unusual, the beautiful and the spiritual provides for photographs of extraordinary drama, life and artistry.
Galleries soon to come.
Toskhara Arabians
by Ahluverr
“Magical Woman”, “Lillyans”, “FLYBOY FLYGIRL Rally 2009″
Words and pictures to follow soon.
by Ahluverr
An idea races down switchbacks into the slippery depth of the mind. Are you going to catch a glimpse of the bright streak of light that just for a moment brightens the darkness of the thought not yet thought? Come along …
by Ahluverr
… we can say without even a twitch, we recorded it all. 25 years on-and-off inside, close to and on the sidelines of the international music industry left us filled with been-there-wrecked-thats and … still an appetite for more.
by Ahluverr
I was a pilot first when I was six years old. Eyes cast skywards, feet in a knot. 40 years later a slim piece of plastic says that I still am – a pilot.
by Ahluverr
Well hello – I see you found it. Though unpublished and well hidden in the dark corners of El8edVisions.com I am quite confident that
“Lillyans” will delight you if you dare to ride along on its journey down the deep wells of the mind. Here we go…
LILLYANS
BY
OLIVER LETZ
Chapter 1
A New Adventure
“Good morning,” said a soft female voice, “it is four a.m., today is Friday, April twenty-one, twenty-three sixteen – - good morning, it is…” John Taylor cancelled the alarm clock before it was able to repeat the announcement.
“I heard you the first time,” he grumbled with a sleep drunken voice. Continue Reading…
by Ahluverr
Chapter 2
War, What War?
<Time Warp>
The twenty-first century with its vast technological and scientific advancements was just about to be called history. The era of the Millennium with its great spiritual teachers had come and gone. The United States had seen the rise and fall of its first ethnic and its first female President, which to nobody’s great surprise did not change anything in the way the country was lead and managed. Power was still the magic potion and once the election campaigns had been put to bed and the oaths were yesterday’s news, business as usual resumed no matter who had the last say in the matter.
Information technology made strides way beyond the comprehension of its casual and unsuspecting users. It took but half of a century until it became obvious that the web that had been spun around the world with its border transcending subversiveness would start to eat itself like the snake that bites its own tail rather sooner than later. Continue Reading…
by Ahluverr
Chapter 3
East By North East
With his hands lightly on the flight controls and a big smile on his face John Taylor was in his element. What a feeling to be flying again. The plane had reached its rotation speed and Taylor felt the reassuring positive resistance from the control surfaces in his hands and feet. He waited just a tad longer to be on the safe side, no need to rush things when there is plenty of smooth asphalt in front of you. With smooth application of backpressure to the elevator control and plane lifted effortlessly from the ground. He guided the plane into a steady climb and set the elevator trim for best climb speed. They had started from runway 36 and were flying due north. The plan was to go east and intercept the old Interstate 30 somewhere over Rockwall Lake, so he rolled the aircraft into a shallow right hand turn until they were facing straight into the rising sun. He pulled down the tinted visors over the windshield and for the first time in weeks relaxed into his seat.
“How’s everyone doing so far?” Taylor asked pushing the intercom button on the steering wheel. Small planes in particular those with military designation were still noisy inside so all four of them were wearing noise reducing headsets. “Push the white buttons on your headset cables to talk, one at a time, please,” he instructed his passengers. Continue Reading…
