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Winter is outside, we're already missing the holidays, this is Florida, last year.
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One of the US Air Force 48th TFW General-Dynamics F-111F Aardvark 'swingers' pulls up in a cloud of 'vapour' leaving the rest of the Lakenheath based quartet to make a 'Missing Man' formation tribute during the 1986 RAF Mildenhall 'Air Fete'.
Scanned print
I can't believe I am STILL having problems with my internet connection - every time I think it has been fixed, it starts up again. I am really missing everyone. Hope you are all well. I'll be back as soon as possible.
Going through my images and putting them in folders and onto a external hard drive just in case the worst happens. Best on Black
Sometimes you don't realize how much you miss something until you see it again.
A veces no te das cuenta de cuánto echas de menos algo hasta que lo vuelves a ver.
Project 365, Day 3
Today was my last day of work. I'm really lucky to have worked with such a great group of bosses for my first job ever. Don't people usually hate their bosses? I miss mine already.
I miss Suzanne calling me "Turkey".
I miss how Dan eats 3 orange creamsicle softserve cones before leaving for lunch with Suzanne.
I miss Kathy because I doubt I'll ever have another manager who fights to get her employees permission to wear jeans and t-shirts that say "booty".
I miss Dave's severely out-of-tune whistling to songs on the radio.
I also miss the regular customers who I've come to know.
I miss Brian, the watering guy, who gets a large chocolate dipped chocolate soft serve cone, and who requires the volume to be turned up if Dylan is on the radio.
I miss the construction workers across the street who like extra thick vanilla milkshakes.
I miss my asian coffee milkshake man.
I miss the man who works at Conn. College who likes his small ice cream in the large cup so he can walk up and down the street with it.
I miss the Captain's Pizza guy who is the best damn tipper in the world (and also makes good pizza!)
I miss my doggie sundae dog Miles the big red CT dingo dog whose owner likes the Wildberry Crumble frozen yoghurt.
Is it selfish to also miss getting as much free ice cream as I want while on-the-job?
Nah.
Shot at Balcombe station on the main London Victoria - Brighton line.
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Model: Shannon Wheatley
1969 VOLKSWAGEN 1300 Käfer Type 113021.
1285 cc air-cooled boxer engine,
800 kg.
Amsterdam-W., De Wittenkade, Febr. 16, 2014.
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John Fiocco is a freshman at The College of New Jersey who has been missing since the early hours of March 25, 2006. Anyone with information should call TCNJ Police at (609)771-2176.
It's been six months since we lost our yellow lab Tiffany. She brought so much joy into our lives. Tiffany is sorely missed by all who knew her.
We agree to meet Hunter in the park so he could tell us more about his missing friend and some details. the bold male followed the lead about that club under the church and he couldn't told me what he saw, of course he and her mate were glamored, which confirm my suspicious about that place been a nest for the bloodsuckers. we need it to work in some strategy to get inside, collect information and get out, preferredly without been glamored. We asked the male to come, but the experience made him worry about his mate safety, I couldn't blame him. I'll do it the same. Just that now, Aileen have been turned into fiercely killing machine, trained by my brother Yuk and my Beta, Yahto, both focusing in defense and offense respectably and with some luck our scout in the Lazarus would be easy.
Signs of recovery are slow to show up on north Watt Ave heading into North Highlands.
Missing Foundation "Martyr of the City"
(bleak sounds for a bleak image)
St Mary, Aldborough, Norfolk
Aldborough is the biggest of the villages in the area between Cromer and Aylsham, a handsome village with a pub beside its pretty village green, a good place to sit and watch cricket on a sunny afternoon. And yet, there is something missing, for most unusually for East Anglia there is no village church in Aldborough. Instead, you can find no less than three medieval churches in a line along the nearby Holt to North Walsham road, each about half a mile apart and all very different from each other. The most easterly of the three is the parish church of St Mary, Aldborough, and the other two are the parish churches of Thwaite and Alby.
While Alby and Thwaite are landmarks, towerless St Mary hides behind hedges, and is fairly understated. The tower fell in the 18th century, and now the repointing of the flint and the early 20th century turret belies the fact that it is of great interest. And even as you step in, you feel that this is a busy, much-loved place, zealously taken care of by its community.
A low arcade separates the nave from the13th century north aisle, but otherwise the overwhelming feel is of the late 19th and early 20th Centuries. Six bold saints stand attendance in the aisle and the chancel, four of them in memorials to local lads lost in the Great War. The aisle windows are by Powell & Sons, and depict St Michael and St Francis from the 1920s, and St Peter and St John from the 1930s. But the best glass is in the chancel, depicting St George and St Edmund above a landscape of Suvla Bay, and is by William Aikman in 1925. It remembers Edmund Gay, who was one of the soldiers of the infamous 5th Battalion of the Norfolk Regiment. Recruited on estates in north Norfolk, they sailed for Gallipolli, and were wiped out during the attack on Anafarta in Suvla Bay on the 12th of August 1915.
Because they had fallen behind enemy lines, they were listed as missing, and a Norfolk legend grew up that they had vanished into a mysterious cloud and were taken up out of this world. This sounds bizarre, but it was of a piece with legends like the Angel of Mons leading the British troops to escape death in Flanders, and with the great rise in spiritualism in this country in the years immediately after the War. Perhaps it was the dust and heat of that day which gave rise to the legend.
As you might expect in this part of Norfolk, there are some good medieval figure brasses. They are mostly to members of the Herward family, and date from the 1480s. Two are to Robert Herward, in full armour, and his wife Anne, in a butterfly headdress. The other is to an unknown civilian of the same period.
Half a mile westwards down the road sits the lonely church of All Saints, Thwaite. Thwaite church is a landmark, its round tower peeping above the trees. There is no Thwaite village. The church sits at the highest point in the road, and the view from the churchyard is wide and open to the south, all high Norfolk spread out before you. The tower probably dates from the 12th century, with bell openings of a century later. It was built against an already existing church, although the defining features of that church now are newer. The south aisle can be dated by will evidence as from the 1440s, but it was the early 19th century which brought the large school room built onto the north side of the chancel.
You step into a church which is entirely rustic, a real church of the common people, with a brick floor and a font pressed in the medieval manner against a plillar of the arcade. The south aisle is full of light and old benches. The cut-down screen has deeply cut tracery painted red, gold and green. Mortlock detected the hand of the Aylsham screen maker. The beautiful pulpit with its tester is dated 1624 in a large inscription on the backboard. Best of all, and to be expected in this part of Norfolk, a fine figure brass, a double one, to John Puttok and his wife. Interestingly, they died almost thirty years apart, Puttok first in 1442. The previous year, there had been a bequest for the building of the south aisle, and Puttok's will of a year later asked that he should be buried in it. Was it already built by then? Whatever, that is where the brass is now.
The east window of the south aisle has a modern glass depicting the crowned Tudor royal arms of England and France. It probably came from the same collection as at neighbouring Alby. Faith and Charity are rich and elegant in the mid-Victorian manner in the nave, but the chancel is full of simple white light, and less cluttered and complex spaces than this chancel would be hard to find. If you have come here after enjoying the gorgeous Anglo-catholic riches of the churches to the south, this church will feel like a breath of fresh air.
A gentle half mile or so downhill brings us to the third of the three churches, St Ethelbert, Alby. The churches come so thick and fast in this area to the north of Aylsham, and the parishes are so scattered, that sometimes you have to look at the church noticeboard to find out exactly where you are. I had been here before, in 2005, but it was one of the very few East Anglian churches into which I had never set foot, because I had found it locked. I remembered its austere, rather forbidding exterior, quite different to that of its two neighbours, and this with the secretive, bowering churchyard made me wonder if I was to be disappointed again. But I was pleased to discover that Alby church is now open to pilgrims and strangers every day.
This is a wide church, but aisleless, creating a sense of space enhanced by the clear glass which is punctuated only by what appears to be a collection of off-cuts from late 19th and early 20th Century workshops. These include St Christopher carrying the Christ child, the head and shoulders of a grieving Blessed Virgin at the foot of the cross, and a crowned arms of medieval France to match the set at Thwaite. The most curious piece is a crucifixion, for the figure of the crucified Christ appears to be medieval, and has been set in 19th Century glass depicting the Blessed Virgin and St John in the same style.
Looking up, there is another curiosity, for the clerestory consists of just two two-light windows on each side, at the eastern and western ends.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
Sightline Institute Middle Homes Photo Library: www.sightline.org.
This work by Sightline Institute Modest Middle Homes Library is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
When dealing with a large number of groceries, cardboard boxes are often reused for transport and are preferable to having to lug around an inordinate number of plastic bags especially when taking public transportation.
Bulacan (province), Central Luzon, Philippines
If dreams werent dreams & dreams came true i woodnt b here id b wiv u.Distance is 1 thing dat keeps us apart.But ull always remain in my heart. plxxxxx come & full fill my dreams
Last month I posted pics of semi-feral cats that were starving in a parking lot at a nearby small rural community. The parking lot was at a Mexican housing complex.
After noticing their lack of care I contact the local humane society to seek help for them.
Long story short, I checked on them a few days ago and was shocked to see that they were ALL gone. Vanished. Disappeared. The only cat there was this orange kitty....[which is a new one-didn't see him last time].
I contacted the shelter to see if they trapped them and they said no--that they noticed that all the cats were gone shortly after I notified them.
I hope the owner of the migrant apartments didn't rid them inhumanely.
I now feel bad --afraid that my actions caused their demise. I will think twice about doing the same next time. The pix below is the one posted last month. The cats were so cute--but starving.
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