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Yellow Submarine is a pretty amazing film.
[after Ringo ejects himself from the submarine]
Paul: Poor Ringo.
George: Poor lad.
Paul: Never did no harm to no one.
John: Hey, lads, now that Ringo's gone, what do we do?
Old Fred: Learn to sing trios.
Paul: Naw, let's save the poor devil.
Another shot from a photocall for 'Missing' by Gecko Theatre at The Pleasance earlier today.
You can see another shot from the show, here:
www.flickr.com/photos/kennymathieson/9489238246/
You can find out more about the show (and book tickets) here:
www.pleasance.co.uk/edinburgh/events/missing
My thanks are due to Alex from The Pleasance Press Office and Rosalind Wynn, Producer of "Missing"
I am already missing the lovely colors of Fall. This was taken the same day of the "50 mm" challenge that I mentioned a few days ago.
Photo taken in Sandy Springs, GA
Our special boy is missing. GT does go outside but generally he sticks pretty close to home. He has not been see since Friday morning. He was wearing a (breakaway) collar with a tag and he is microchipped. We have put ads online, posted flyers and have checked our local pound, but so far nothing.
The other troublesome thing is that our neighbor's cat Scratch has been missing since Thursday.
I can't even begin to express how heartbroken we are. :-(
I found this tacked on the bulletin board at work this morning. At first, I thought it was hilarious, that maybe a college kid posted it for a joke. Then a coworker told me that she talked with the person who had put it up -- a mother for her 3 yr. old son. He honestly believes A.J. has run away because of the s'mores incident. It is still funny (especially the photo caption), but in a heartbreaking way.
WAH this picture sucks basically becase of the lighting or lack thereof.
Theme Celebrate the mundane.
Brisbane was over 30 today and there isn't anything much more mundane than an electric fan. This one is 'On'', as you can see by the buttons. The blades are literally "missing in action."
Theme Celebrating the Mundane
"365: the 2017 edition","365:2017","Day 78/365","19-Mar-17
One of the park rangers was searching the lake for a missing gentleman. He asked what I was taking the pictures for, and I said he was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day. I got a smile out of it.
GST day at Flitton Moor removing Himalayan Balsam 18/7/2017 TL0536
Subject: Next Tuesday's Task
Hi All,
I hope you’ve all stopped itching from the nettle stings on Tuesday!
Next Week’s task will be balsam pulling downstream from Flitton Moor and will be led by Andrew (his last day). The site is accessible from Flitton Moor, so meet at the barn at Flitton Moor at 10am (map attached).
The good news is that there are nowhere near as many nettles as at Sandy Smith but there is plenty of balsam and it’s along steep-sided river/ditch banks and the only way to deal with it will be to get in! Fortunately, the water doesn’t look too deep!
Andrew will bring waders to the task but it might be a good idea if everyone could bring wellies – there might be some areas where wellies might be better than cumbersome waders.
There will also be some brush-cutting.
Regards,
Tim
Hello balsam pullers
A thank you from us to whoever removed the doggy doo doo bag on our behalf. We lost track of it when the bags were moved downstream and then forgot to look for it as we left. It wasn't there when Baz went back for it this evening so we must presume a kindly soul disposed of it on our behalf.
The list of emails above is a bit thin - people certainly on task but we don't have emails for them all, e.g. Barbara & Derek. Please forward to anyone you see is missing from our list.
See you soon
Jane & Baz (irresponsible dog minders)
Hi Jane & Baz & fellow Voles
Lola's bag was there when I came back to get my water/tea.
Anyway what a day, even though the gang finished earlier than usual it was just as well. It was boiling hot and very sticky. You were all a bit smelly too but you were magnificent in victory. I shall not forget Jim's giant leap and wrestle with several big stands of HB across a ditch filled mainly with un-fathomed amounts of ooze covered by a layer of Equisetum (Horsetail) or hearing about Jim's vanishing into another pool where they had to call the RNLI to drag him ashore. Or the happy look on Merv's face relating the joy of submerging into the same primordiall ooze or Dave & others who gallantly waded from Flitton Bridge toend of the track. Then there was Maryla, determined to get her full wack of HB in the 1&1/2 hours available to he, roped on a very steep bank grabbing each plant with a wicked glee, take that you naughty naughty HB you. Well you get my drift, the Voles were down and dirty but unbowed.
A bit of the atmosphere in my snaps at www.flickr.com/photos/pitzys_pyx/
Sadly we had to say farewell to Andrew who has moved on to pastures drier than Flitton Moor.
Take care & see you next week?
JP (Pitzy)
The E key came off my keyboard today... The white plastic clip under the key has broken and so I've ordered a new one.
Some of the electrical equipment at the old power plant.
This makes me think of an old airplane engine, though the resemblance is only passing.
More photos from this power house in Utica, N.Y., are HERE.
My World vision
-Around The World-
SPAIN
Madrid
-Street Photography-
"Missing you"
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida, nunca hubo ni tubo nada serio. Después de hacer el amor siempre se había marchado rápido, muy rápido, demasiado. Huía de esas mujeres que para él eran un tanto extrañas, frías, vacías, amores de barra, de cubata y cocaína. Jamás se le pasó por la cabeza quedarse a dormir con ninguna de ellas. La habitación siempre apestaba a humo de cigarrillos rubios, alcohol de garrafa, sábanas sin cambiar y sexo sucio en todos los rincones, en todos los sentidos. Solo pensaba en escapar de allí cuanto antes, lo antes posible, nunca les hizo daño, las trató con respeto y se despidió de ellas como un señor, como un verdadero caballero, con un beso y un adiós, un adiós hasta luego pero sobre todo con un adiós sin ganas de volver, de no volver a hacerlo.
Ahora, con ella, todo era distinto...
La conoció una mañana en Malasaña, iba muy guapa así, sin pintar, fresca, con ropa cómoda y despreocupada, se acababa de levantar y caminaba por Velarde con mucha calma, sus movimientos eran elegantes e iba envuelta en el olor a pan recién hecho que salía de su bolsa ecológica y que hacía un momento había adquirido en la tienda de Angelito, el panadero. Un café en casa de Pepe Botella y unas caricias a su perro "Pizcas" hicieron que se conocieran y hablaran sin recelo. Luego todo fluyó solo, de día, lento y pausado, sin situaciones incómodas, fresco y sincero, desde el corazón, desde dentro, debió ser amor del bueno. El Dos de Mayo los abrazó y se besaron al sol, fueron besos sin tiempo, con sabor a ropa limpia y a Madrid sin prisa. Era puro amor y puro deseo. Al unirlo lo convirtieron en el mejor sexo, en sexo salvaje, sexo sin camas, sexo en el suelo.
Ahora, él, después de hacer el amor sabía con certeza que venía lo mejor. La abrazaba con fuerza y delicadeza, lo hacía todo a la vez, la besaba en el cuello, en la espalda, en el pecho, subía y bajaba, se enredaba en su pelo, la acariciaba. Ya no huía..., tampoco dormía, al menos no mucho, no dormía demasiado. Se quedaba en la cama, ya no se marchaba, a veces no se movía nada en absoluto y la observaba mientras ella dormía dulce y tranquila, otras se movía demasiado, no podía aguantar sus ganas..., era tan bonito estar despierto y sentir sus labios, sus caricias, sus besos. La brisa entraba por las ventanas ligeramente abiertas, movía las cortinas blancas y ahí abajo, a tan solo dos metros y medio, bullía Malasaña.
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida pero siempre había estado huyendo.
Ahora todo era distinto...
My World Vision:
Del amor por la mañana...
Un amor bonito y discreto, un amor verdadero.
Un amor en Malasaña.
Carlos Infante Luna.
made by the ever talented Margie
I can't find words to express my thankfulness, my friend
you are simply the best
and it's sitting on a lovely drawstring bag made by Arounna (of Bookhou)
The (so far fairly sparse!) missing information settings. You can just set for bliss to check and fill in year and genre, for now.
Sitting on wooden sleepers, a Brett's JHA wagon awaits new wheels & bogies.
Seen in Brett's sidings, Cliffe, Rochester, Kent.
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Woops! Some little person lost her or his shoe at an arts and wine fair in Palo Alto, CA.
The D200, D300/S, D700 Nikons, and the Fuji S5 have their serial numbers on the bottom of the camera. However, this camera is missing the sticker with the serial number.
The final project for our Photographing People class was to duplicate a self portrait of a photographer in the 50's. His portrait of the fingers was taken with a 4X5 view camera so I guess it wasn't truely a self portrait since someone else actually tripped the shutter. Hardest things-1) figuring out how to do it (thanks to my honey for the idea) and 2) actually shooting it myself.
Missing people Sweden, the police and the swedish home guard were searching for a young girl in Uddevalla. The search went on for nearly 24 hours but tragically the girl was found dead.
After weeks in the making, Shaun Sheep Publishing is proud to present:
The Days of Shaun - Adventures of a Little Sheep
It took us longer than expected, since our editor's book editing skills had to be made up as he went along, but we think it turned out int a fine little book. We had to out source the proofreading to Boston, Massachusetts since no one at Shaun Sheep Publishing is able to spell correctly and we would like thank the fine mind of our Boston branch employee for her help in agonizing for hours over the word “again” ;-)
Furthermore we like to thank our Swiss IT-Expert for solving a last minute computer crisis when suddenly all the fonts went missing and our Editor nearly had a fit.
Last but not least, we have to thank the “mommie” of our fine publishing house for encouraging us on every step on the way with wise words and yummy brownies :-)
If you like you can order your very own copy here:
www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/538002
All profits go to the Shaun Sheep Cookie Foundation for research and development ;-)