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I seem to be missing that little glint in my eyes. the look of mischief and devilment.
Could just be that I have been a bit snowed under these past few months and the last couple of days before I went away I have to say I was at breaking point.
But I am hopefully now fully charged and still have no idea where my life is taking me but hey that doesn't matter. Lets see if I can have a bit of fun over the next few days and even play with an idea for Halloween.
«Missing II» © SMb Photographe - Sandra Mb Photography 2015
Serie : Urbex/Rurex
Rien n'est plus trompeur qu'une photo, on croit fixer un moment heureux pour l'éternité alors qu'on ne créée que la nostalgie...
On appuie sur le déclencheur et hop, une seconde plus tard, l'instant a disparu.
[ Guillaume Musso ]
You would have been just under a month give or take my little pumpkin. you were loved before we knew you were there and loved even now that you are gone. its hard when we think of the things we would of done togther like putting your handprints and foot prints on your first pumpkin. you would of weight as much as one of these pumpkins. losing you was one of the hardest days. but I know your in good hands. we light a candle and put out a white pumpkin out to remeber you always little one.
I had to work during the eclipse. Right at the peak of the event. I was living vicariously through everyone else's reports.
88009 rushes through Mexborough on a diverted DRS service with 68003 providing the muscle.
4Z43 0607 Daventry Drs (Tesco) to Coatbridge (Drs)
Thanks for all the inquiries about my well being. The conventional wisdom seems to be that the zombies got me. They are going to have to try a bit harder. Truth is that real life caught up with me and I'm deep in the midst of launching a new business venture. The camera has been gathering dust and I haven't had time to visit your streams, which I miss immensely. I hope to come up for air soon and get back in the flickr routine. I will try to check in with a comment or two when I can. Until then, Happy Easter, Happy Zombie Sunday and Happy Flickring. Be well.
One of the headlights is still in place but another light is missing on the nose of RTG Turboliner No. 59 sitting along Indiana Route 54 near Dugger, Indiana.
5Y835 (N854GT) climbing off 28R for Zhengzhou with a missing (second outboard) flap track canoe.
Atlas Air Boeing 747-87U(F) (N854GT)
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Auf Besuch in Missing Melody - A visit to Missing Melody
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Dang it!!! I missed my flight back to Atlanta and I miss my boys soooooooooooooooo much! Now I'm late even 5 more hours!
I took this shot laying on my stomach almost but end up missing the setting sun. Oh well, I still like it.
Exposure: 0.004 sec (1/250)
Aperture: f/2.8
Lens: Canon 100 mm Macro
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
(Canon 10-22 would have been the right lens if I wanted the mountain in the back and definitely higher f-stops. However, available light, no tripod, and energy wasn't on my side. :-)
Link to all pictures taken during my Colorado Visit
Zinc monuments are fantastic for durability but, being modular, pieces can be removed and never replaced. That may be the case for John C. Irwin here.
...and the open invitation to submerge in the turquoise waters.
This is Florida near Venice, during the turtle breeding season so many turtles are emerging from their nests now.
my kitten little man or fatso as hes been known to be called...still missing after 3 weeks now, have looked every where for him, miss him sooo much
Myself and a friend were out taking photos in the hills today. I saw this sign and then a poster someone had put up about a missing dog. I couldn't resist, however tragic it seems. View this large to make out the poster.
One of our still functioning pottery manufacturers, Heron Cross Pottery Limited whose factory sits between Chilton Street and Hines Street, Heron Cross, Stoke-on-Trent, still producing earthen ware goods whilst many of its competitors have ceased to trade.
This potbank, constructed in and around 1876 by Hines Brothers on what was a former colliery, was originally a three storey range but was remodelled following a fire. This part of the factory (range) along with the associated bottle kiln is grade II listed.
It was bought by Grimwades Pottery in 1907 and carried on production until World war 2 when it was requisitioned by the goverment to store mines and bully beef (an unusual combination). It was purchased in 1961 by Frank William Ridge Senior and is still operated by the family, the current owner being Christopher Ridge.
As can be seen, the bottle kiln has been incorporated into the factory.
Also visible on this elevation is the ghost sign for the one time Frit Kiln Restaurant. The lower sign board used to read "Heron Cross Pottery".
Time Out For Refreshments During A Liverpool Samba Band Practice Session @ The Black-E !
Shot With a High ISO, 3200, Under Fluorescent Lighting, With No Flash This Forms Part Of A Series Of ' Behind The Scenes ' Photo's Prior To This Years Samba in The City Brazilica Festival 2011 !
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i really wish a day had more hours and i could do everything i need to and want to because lately i've been really bad at finding time for the important.
Sometimes you miss home.
Even when you’re home.
Sometimes you miss Him.
Even when He’s everywhere.
Missing Him in the hurry that hurts,
missing Him in the blur that blinds,
missing Him in the noise that drowns.
{Ann Voskamp} / how i love her.