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S.Donnino(FI) 25 Agosto 2020
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Paolo CARNETTI
Day 1.
I know this isn't me, but this represents a huge part of me. I thought I'd start out with something a little different instead of a shot of me, which all the others are probably going to be.
ÖBB (Austrian Federal Railways) 2095 005-1 Hollenstein (carrying the old BBÖ loco as well as its old number 2095.05) stands at Lunz am See, the then eastern terminus of the Ybbstalbahn. It had just arrived with train R6905, 09.32 from Waidhofen an der Ybbs, and the loco had yet to run round for the return journey.
The Ybbstalbahn (Ybbs Valley Railway) was a 760mm gauge line in Austria, running 70.9km from Waifhofen an der Ybbs in the west to Kienberg-Gaming in the east, and with a 5.7km branch at the western end from Gstadt to Ybbsitz. It was opened in stages between July 1896 and November 1898, with the Ybbsitz branch opening in March 1899.
ÖBB began the process of ridding itself of its narrow gauge lines in the late 1980s, first by removing freight from them and then by closing them or transferring responsibility for them to the local Land (province) - although the Ybbstalbahn was the last to retain freight. Thus the easternmost section, between Kienberg-Gaming and Lunz am See - the so-called "Bergstrecke" (mountain section) - closed in May 1988, but the track was not lifted and it reopened as a preserved line in 1990 (with the heritage trains able to run into ÖBB's station at Lunz am See - as is usually the case with such operations in mainland Europe).
From the end of 2010 ÖBB planned to cease operating a number of standard gauge secondary lines as well as its entire remaining narrow gauge network within the Niedersachsen Land (Lower Austria). The Land was fairly proactive in taking over some of them, through its NÖVOG operating company, although not all would remain as operational railways. The Ybbstalbahn was taken over by NÖVOG on 1st January 2011, but only the westernmost 5.5km section between Waidhofen and the junction at Gstadt was to retain a passenger service. However, this closure date was academic as storms in late June 2009 caused mudslides which blocked the track in several places between Gstadt and Großhollenstein, and trains between Gstadt and Lunz were replaced by buses; the line was never cleared, and trains did not restart. The track east from Gstadt to Göstling was lifted in early 2014, this section being converted to a cycle path which opened just over three years later; the section east of Göstling remained, however, to become an extension of the heritage line. In December 2020 the remaining short section at the Waidhofen end was cut back further, to run just 3km and terminate at Pestalozistraße; it runs as the "Waidhofen CityBahn".
We'd first visited this line in August 2008, while travelling from Graz to Vienna the long way round. There was a mostly hourly class 5090 diesel railcar service between Waidhofen and Großhollenstein (there were a few gaps in the morning), with an all-day hourly service between Waidhofen and Ybbsitz (either through trains, or portions of or connections off or onto Großhollenstein trains); in addition, three Großhollenstein trains each way were extended to or from Lunz am See, and were formed of a class 2095 loco and coaches (as depicted here). Starting at Waidhofen (and with a tight connection from the standard gauge station to the narrow gauge platforms, which are in the station forecourt), we managed to do the branch to Ybbsitz (where we stepped back a train and had lunch) and then catch a loco-hauled Lunz train as far as Großhollenstein; if we'd gone all the way to Lunz and back we'd not have reached Vienna until very late in the evening, and we thought we'd be able to do the rest of the line on another occasion, as we'd need to come back to do the preserved section (which wasn't running all the way into Lunz at the time).
However, in November 2008 proposals were published to close the whole line and replace it with a network of buses - which would probably have reduced journey times! The timetable changed in December, and the service on the Ybbsitz branch was replaced by buses apart from one each way which remained a train. So we realised that this visit to Austria might be our last chance to do the entire line... and it was closer than we thought, as a couple of weeks later the line closed temporarily following storm damage and was not repaired; buses officially replaced trains with the December 2009 timetable.
So our journey today from Linz to Graz (via Vienna) involved a start at 07.30, a wait of nearly an hour at Amstetten, a five-minute connection at Waidhofen (and our standard gauge train set off a few minutes late, having waited for a late-running connection on the Westbahn), and then a connection of a sensible length (allowing photos) at Lunz onto a Post Bus to Kienberg-Gaming, where we connected nicely onto a standard gauge train to Pochlarn.
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(Straight out of camera: Classic Chrome film simulation, Color Chrome Weak, Color Chrome FX Blue Off, WB Auto +2 Red -2 Blue, Color +2, DR Auto, Highlights 0, Shadows -1.)
Supplies:
Stamp:CL428 Earth Flower
Ink:Bundled Sage, Shabby Shuttered, Peel Paint,-Ranger
Paper: Eames white80Lb -Paper zone
Acce:Martha Stewart butterfly punch, FISKARS Edger punch, Clear EB powder, Gems
Really, all the texture I got is from the paper itself. (This is one of my favorites and I get them from Paperzone.)
1.I clear Emboss the earth flower and stamp it 2 times with 2 different ink.
2.Cut out a rectangle on a piece of scrip paper as a mask and apply Bundled Sage in the center to create the "window".
3. Use Shabby shutters to distress the edge then wipe the emboss image with baby wipes.
4.Embellish with punched out butterflies and gems and punched out edger.
I hope this answers your question and please feel free to let me know if you have any further question. Thanks for looking.
Quand j'était adolescent je vivait à Saint-Cyprien(etchemins) un ville au Québec à coté du Maine et j'avais des énormes antennes sur mon radio pour essayer de pogner une station du Maine(105,1)
When i was an adolescent, i was living in a small town in Québec, next to the Maine state(usa) and i was using big antennas to get a fm station in Maine(105,1). I think Stephen King is a big fan of this radio station.
Once dominated up and down the country by BMWs, the traffic fleets across the country are now becoming more diverse. South Yorkshire Police seem to have settled with Audi for their (marked) traffic cars
as can be seen by YN24ACV which was part of a batch of 5 in 2024, joining a previous batch delivered in 2021/22.
Fleet No. - n/a
Reg. No. - YN24 ACV
Chassis - Audi A4
Bodywork - Audi
Type - Traffic Car
Please Note:
1 - All images are copyright and must not be used without full permission from myself. All images published on here are my own work and taken on public property unless full permission has been given to enter a premises.
2 - I always try to include some information about the bus or the route in picture to the descriptions, however sometimes information may be listed incorrectly, if so I would be grateful if you could let me know what amendments need to be made.
HBW :) playing around with water droplets :)
I've been tagged erm! well erm, erm, erm,....lol sounds like a GeorgeW moment
16 things..oh! Cheers Donna :P :)
1. I'm totally addicted to looking through lenses and scopes, really! some might say! ;)
2. I'm quite independant and thoroughly stubborn as is every Taurus and easily bribed with food :)
3. I love the month of May
4. I'll find any excuse to drive somewhere and have a day out and take photos.
5. I love English Bullmastiffs and I have three of them.
6. I love long lazy days outdoors in the sun, but it often rains here :(
7. I used to spend 24/7/365 in front of a computer and now only 18/6/365..working on it.
8. I need to discover the American continent north and south.
9. I'm very passionate about the environment and believe Global warming is a natural balance not a tax, Mans polution is not!
10. I love the fact that the first cars ran on water thats H2O not oil! scary stuff hey! ;)
11. I believe every man woman and child is entitled to food, a dry bed and a standard of life and care worldwide, the UN is a farce, Bill Gates rocks!
12. I love perfection and things that just work, Henry Ford was a complete heratic to engineering (Built in Obsolescence = Wrong!. )
13. I have a lot of friends who think I'm just plain crazy. oh! :)
14. I don't care what people think as I have rhino skin and very selective hearing :P
15. I love Film Noire and watch them all the time :)
16. I believe in total karma in all things :)
:)
If anyone can suggest a good strobe setup let me know :)
Day 1 : I'm have returned from my Banff/Jasper trip. This was taken on the first day where Danny and I were on our own before the workshop started the next day. This is at the end of Spray Trail after the 'Bow Falls', which is really just rapids. Also where I found what I call 'The Army of Darkness' : ie : swarms of mosquitoes attacked me like legions of jet fighters
this is one of my favorites :D
so i have been tagged a few more time...here we go.
1. i cleaned my room today. it need it.
2. i am always worried that you guys wont like my photos when i upload.
3. i am very awkward. and anti social.
4. i hate overusing the word ( i ) ha.
5. i loved the book pride and prejudice, but dislike the movie version.
6. i always read the first half of books and then if i don't like them i don't finish them. (i have a huge stack of unfinished books)
7. i really like this ^^^ photo.
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oh, and if anybody wants to do a print exchange just flickr mail me :)
Patrick McDonald nuestro estupendo amigo y artista de los pinceles en dos etapas. Saquemos la conclusión de su edad según su declaración de vida.
Patrick McDonald 16 I'm not 16 here, probably about 19 ...
This is picture my mother keeps by her bedside ... with her rosary beads and her shrine to Our Lady of Guadalupe.
Zoom In Tight tagged me ....
So, here are 16 things about me ...
First of the three most important things about me.
1 I love Manchester United
2 I love Manchester United
3 I love Manchester United
Now for the rest ...
4 When I was born the Germans were bombing Manchester. I didn't take it personally ... in fact I esteem and admire the Germans ...
5 I hate cold weather ....
6 I love hot weather ...
7 I saw George Best play in the juniors, in the youth team, in the reserves and I was there when he made his first team debut ....
8 I distinctly remember exactly when I first heard the news about the Munich Air Disaster.
9 I attended, with my dad, the first post-Munich game - the one where United had no real team and they were signing players to fulfil the fixture.
10 I joined the Royal Navy when I was 18.
11 I left when I was 27 and newly married.
12 I walk everywhere I can ...
13 I love highly spiced food .......
14 I was at sea when England won the World Cup. We were listening on the World Service (BBC) and they had allowed 90 minutes. When the game went into extra time we were
metaphorically, sunk. They carried a programme about (I think) the Kenyan coffee bean crop! Ignoring the football!
They did carry "as live" the extra time later. So, while everyone in England knew the result those seafarers at the mercy of the World Service didn't.
What tension.
15 I served on Britain's last Dreadnought, HMS Vanguard.
16 I have a (very) sweet tooth ....
Opino que nació entre julio y marzo de 1940, tendría cerca de 82 años de edad.
Recomiendo el modo mayor
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No large flashing glitter graphics or invite signs please.....Thanks!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! HBW!!
Due to my inability to balance realty and flickr I can only flickr these days in "major" moderation and I am ssssssssoooooooooooo sad I miss you all!!!! Thanks for not deleting me out of your contacts and not giving up on me.
I have been tagged by my dear friend Ge . Ok 16 random things about me . For this game that has just switched to 9 things game....ha ??????
1) I am agnostic ( one who is not committed to believing in either the existence or the nonexistence of God or a god) I am a very spiritual person and feel there might be a "universal energy" just not sure what it is or how it works . My ancestors were Russian jews . I believe it is not what you preach or what your faith is that makes you a good person it is how you live your life.
2) My mom passed away when I was 18, dad died when I was 30, I never meet my grand parents they had died before I was born.
3) My dad was an alcoholic.
4) I am a very direct person who has a tendency to over think and analyze the silliest things.
5) I have dyslexia and I struggle with the written word, so please forgive my typos and endless babbling .
6) I do not drive a car and could never ride a bike due to certain issues that have come from having dyslexia . There are many people with dyslexia who drive perfectly fine .
7) I knew at age 5 I was going to be an artist and at 18 my dream was to be a fantasy illustrator when I was in art school. The thought of painting flowers was the last thing I wanted to do (unless they had creepy faces in them) I have earned much of my living from painting flowers and have bored some of contacts to tears posting them .
8) I had my son 7 at age 40 (you do the math )
9) I try to eat organic foods as much as possible and eat to much of them . My favorite organic food is organic Mexican coffee from Whole foods.
10 ) I apologize to all my Starbucks loving photo taking friends I HATE the stuff with a passion (except for the Frappuccino and they must hold the whip cream)
11) I am extremely insecure and overly confident all in the same day .
12 ) I do not fit in to any groups but then feel left out that I do not fit in .
13) As cute as they are I am NOT a dog person I prefer cats, lizards and fish .
14) I am not drawn to HDR or Orton effects. I am impressed with some of my contacts use of them at times.
15) I original opened my flickr account to share photos on my blog of my artwork on products . I discovered the most wonderful community of talented generous folks .
16) I enjoy reading my contacts profiles I liked this tag game but hated the other tag game. My dear sweet friend Storm is still saying I started it. Shame on you Storm !!
BONUS : I am sorry if I offended any one by # 1 or #10 or # 14. I respect all the peace loving religions of the world, Starbucks junkies & HDR people.
Sometimes you just catch what you're looking for. I watched this guy on the corner for awhile as he assumed several different poses. I caught the one that I wanted and, for this shot, I feel that I nailed it.
Seen on the streets of Paris and shot with the Olympus XZ-1.
This photo has been in EXPLORE. Highest position = #312.
This building frustrates me.
1. I have no idea what goes on inside, but it's something and I want to know.
2. I really wish all those original windows and doors weren't closed up. Maddening.
Madison and 2nd Streets
St. Louis, Missouri
Song: Mindchanger
By: Bush
For: Cliche Saturday - Playing With Light scavenger hunt
Textures
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miss-alienation.deviantart.com/art/too-dusty-film-texture...
Ok so I've been tagged like a million times and a million different ways so here's a little of everything...
1. I bought this dress at PacSun today I absolutely LOVE it!!!
2. I hate when people don't use their turn signal!
3. What's in my bag you ask, junk, junk, and more junk, I still have envelopes from my christmas cards in there and numerous receipts.
4. My favorite food- Pasta
5. I love celebrity gossip, Winning! LOL
6. My favorite store- Forever21
7. I just turned 24 on the 10th
8. I cleaned out my crafting room today and organized all my photo props and costumes
9. I've never been much of a soda drinker I love water.
10. I got the all clear from the Cardiologist to get my wisdom teeth ripped out soon, probably won't being doing selfies for a while after that.
Churlish Stories for Curious Children L
An American in Gladstone
“Innocence abroad “
Acte 1
I stopped in my tracks…not believing my ears as they picked up on a conversation a couple was having at a nearby table.
I asked myself…
“Americans, here, at Gladstone?”
^^^^^^^^^^
Gladstone's Library was having its annual New Year’s Eve affair at a nearby venue.
I made it a habit to attend, for the library is a most interesting place for a visit and the annual affair has proven to be a viable source for me to ply my trade as it attracts the wealthier patrons amongst its guestbook, priggish ones who don’t mind showing off the bling.
So at this year's affair, I was dressed in nearly my best(a tight dress of green silk ) with my only jewellery being a gold pin on one shoulder shaped like a fox’s head with diamonds for eyes. It’s my good luck piece.
I was busy prowling the venue when I overheard the American couple speaking while sitting at the table I was passing.
Now on this island I call home, we have many dialects of our language. So one would think that a foreign dialect would not be too noticeable.
Professor Higgins may agree with that, or not. He definitely would be game in having an argument one way or another.
But there is one dialect that I find terribly interesting, especially how it stands out when heard in passing. And that is a Yanks’ accent from across the pond.
Heard so infrequently by me that it always makes me stop in my tracks to listen.
Which is what was happening now.
For this couple at the table I was passing were decidedly Americans. Chattering happily amongst themselves, unawares probably of how their words sounded upon our ears. Or at least my Welsh-born ones.
The dark-haired male with a mustache was wearing a black suit, no vest, blue silk shirt, and tie. He wore a fancy silver watch with a black face on his left wrist.
If it were not for the accent I would say he looked German.
The fair-haired lady he was with, his wife, was dressed in a pretty dress, deep blue like her husband's shirt, with silver Jewelry, a necklace, earrings, and a shiny bracelet.
Neither appeared wealthy, their bling was of an ordinary type, nice, but not expensive or presumptuous.
I listened for a bit to their absorbing talk. Catching their first names, or his anyways (George), for she was just being called honey. Of course, her name could be Honey, like Ian Flemings's Honeychile Rider, right?
I liked that thought and felt happy that I had happened across them. But then left before I was noticed.
For I have bigger fish to fry this evening.
And those fish, once found, would be wearing presumptuous jewels, the expensively presumptuous type.
It did not take long to find one. At these events it never does.
So soon I was instinctively following behind a most interesting prospect(s)
A happy family it was, a rather happily rich family.
As they got in line at the snack tables I stood off to one side and took a careful study.
Muscular Father was in a tux that looked a half size too small. He appeared to be a dominating specimen. But one could see in his eyes he was a pussycat. I would imagine the wealth of family was on his side, all of it inherited, passed down by at least 4 generations in my opinion.
The mum was very elegant in a long flowy white silk dress with a red and green flowery print. She was wearing her gleaming set of expensive pearls. A gold ring with a vulgarly large diamond on her pinkie finger denoted wealth. As did her demeanor. I pictured myself wearing that ring, and mulled over if I could skillfully lift it from her finger this night.
Now the third member was a younger version of the ring lady, who was standing next to her in the snack line. Her daughter no doubt, and She was enticingly wearing a very sleek, slick brown satin fully off-shoulder number that nicely outlined her petite figure as it poured along it down to her silver high heels.
Her Jewels were a sparkling collection that consisted of a wide V-shaped necklace that looked like a falling river of diamonds, amazingly sparkling chandelier earnings, and a very pretty diamond bracelet, along with several enticing rings.
But the real showpiece was the eye-grabbing broach she had pinned to the gown just at her cleavage. It had a sparrow egg-sized diamond at its centre.
It was quite unusual to see a wealthy child wearing better sparklers than her mother, but I didn’t waste time on whys. Just concerned myself with what was.
I decided then and there that my next burglary would be the place mother and daughter kept those delicious jewels.
And I had several tried and true methods to find out just where those jewels would be spending the night. A couple of my favorites would involve me lifting a piece of one of the two ladies' jewels.
I flipped heads or tails in my mind. With the broach winning over the ring.
I then went into full stalk mode. Appearing to be enjoying the affair, but keeping an eye out of the corner on the daughter. For she was the now key to my whole plan.
During the next few hours, I did my due vigilance on the family. Looking for the telltale signs that either made them desirable marks or ones should I should leave alone
One of my first tests is to do a preliminary bump, with no lifting. That bit comes later.
I will actually brush up against my marks and gauge how they react as I please myself by coping with a feel.
I did this for both women as I caught them off alone. Not feeling up their pretty gowns but observing their reactions. Neither appeared guarded, purses not checked nervously, that sort of thing. Open and friendly to strangers they both were. Which meant they passed my first test.
Even the father was charming and accepted my apologies as gracious as his two ladies when I “tripped” up against him. (By the way. The bloke kept his wallet in his pants, just an observation)
Satisfied I had made the right choice I went into a deeper study, watching with interest how they were interacting with others and amongst themselves.
The band playing that evening was alternating between slow standards and a more lively fast pace that attracted the younger crowd. The lights were dimmed and a disco ball showered the floor with strobing light for the faster songs.
The parents were up for the slowest songs while the daughter watched the table with their drinks and purses.
The faster dances they switched places.
I also spied with my little eye that the daughter was dancing with her girlfriends. No males appeared on the scene. And her girlfriends after dancing always split up to be with their families.
I watched with increasing desire the daughter's jewels flickering on the dance floor. Especially the glimpses I caught of the enticing broach that was falling out with a sparkling voice, from its position just below her perky breasts. Which I noticed, the plumping, tight gown outlined, breasts that is, the rich girl just loved to press up against her dance partners.
I bided my time ( not easily) until very late in the evening. All three members of my targeted family were freely drinking. And becoming nicely inebriated as the evening wore on.
Soon the time was ripe for the plucking of a broach from a scintillatingly lovely brown satin gown.
The fast music started, the strobe light came on, and I went in and joined the swooningnly sweating throng.
I had started on the far side of the dance floor and began making my way toward my targeted female.
I had her in sight when I was pulled, literally, into a group of three, grabbed in passing by a young lady(Michelle) wearing yellow chiffon with ropes of real pearls. She held onto me as we danced to the fast beats of the bass-heavy music.
Then I was snatched away by a single male member of the group. The third is a young lady winningly wearing a black taffeta a-line gown with diamonds twinkling.
The male was a trashed, sweaty specimen with red hair wearing a tweed suit that was scratchy as he danced close to me. He was wearing a gold Rolex which caught my eye and then caught up in my fingers as I slipped it off his wrist.
I was also eying up the diamond-wearing blonde in black taffeta from over his shoulder as she danced with the girl who had snagged me into their group. I studied intensely her diamond jewellery dripping and swaying quite deliciously against her ultra-shiny black gown.
I maneuvered him over(Fred was his name) to the two girls and passed him off to yellow chiffon, while I embraced black satin, Cecelia was this wealthy pup's name.
She was very pretty, and like her companions, drunk as a skunk.
I told her how gorgeous she was while my hands held her close to me as my fingers caressed her sleek gown. My hands slipped up along her divine figure as we danced in motion to the fast tempo.
I ran my fingers up into her long silky blonde curls, lifting her hair, I had a clearer view of Cecelia’s lovely long diamond earrings that were just dangling there on sweaty earlobes, which made it child’s play to lift them and out as I raised her hair.
She smiled at my praise as I let her hair back down and I hugged her, wrapping my hands around her scintillating gowned waist, my clenched fists holding tightly onto her earrings as I pressed her hot fiery little figure against mine.
She hugged back and I turned her around and pushed her back in between her two companions.
Pocketing the shimmery earrings, I danced off, locating the daughter just as the song ended.
So I then waited until the second song was being played as the daughter was still up on the dance floor I maneuvered my way until I was directly behind her. She was dancing close to one of her friends, brushing against her then pulled back laughing. It was a routine I had been watching her do all evening and I was ready.
As she pulled back I bumped into her, my hands grasping onto her breasts, tightly outlined by the satin gown. Double pleasures there, for both of us I could tell.
I apologized in her ear, those earrings she wore dangling down delightfully, as my fingers also went down and swiftly located her broach. Then I lifted it, my fingers prying open the clasp and I pulled the flash jewel off as she was turning around.
“No worries luv…” she said as we danced together in rhythm to the music. I held my hands (still holding her broach) behind my back.
Then I’ll be damn if her girlfriend didn’t come up behind her and copy the same stunt as I had.
I left the happily groping group as soon as the daughter turned her back to me to face her friends.
Then I sat at my table, waited, and watched, with bated breath.
The daughter finally came back to the table and rejoined her parents. No one noticed anything was amiss.
Then after a long, very long, 15-minute break, the band started back up, playing slow dance music.
I watched the parents rise and head to the dance floor. Leaving the daughter quite alone, and susceptible.
“I’m on stage.”
I thought as I stood up and zoomed right up to the daughter like I had something important to say.
Which I did….
She looked up at me with doe-eyed wonder as I placed a hand on her softshoulder.
“Pardon me miss. Remember me. I bumped into you on the dance floor. Well, I had admired your broach earlier.
She looks down discovering it's gone, her eyes opening wide in shock. They looked up questioning into my face.
I love it when I can see a victim do that.
“It’s for that moment of dawning comprehension that is one of the little things in life I live for.”
I quickly explained:
“I saw one being turned into the security office upstairs by some Americans who found it. I thought it might be yours. That’s why I came over. “
Seeing her hesitation as she looked at her mother’s purse.
“I’ll watch over your table luv if you want to go see. I know I couldn’t wait if mine had been lost!”
I said this stroking the gold fox headpin I was wearing.
She fell for it, hook, line, and Broachless figure.
“Thank you .”
She worriedly lifted her gown and scurried off. I watched her leave… such a pretty dress she was wearing.
Now, The security room is actually located in the basement, so I bought myself some time.
I sit and casually begin to have a look through their purses.
From the daughter’s purse I pull out a card from her wallet that listed her address, along with a fancy key. Her wallet contained about £50, which I pulled out and pocketed.
Inside her mums' purse, I find a fatter wallet. £325 which I also pocketed. Also, a solid gold compact which I placed inside my purse. What I did not find was a hotel key. Which must mean they lived locally. Which could be either a good thing or a bad thing.
The father had his suit jacket on a chair. I went over and making sure no one was watching, riffled through his pockets. No wallet, which I knew, but I found something better.
Three hatcheck claim tickets. I quickly smelled them. One of them smelled very strongly of expensive perfume which I hoped meant they had been handled by one of the ladies as she turned in her wrap. I kept this one and stowed it away.
Then I rise and left, planning on beating them home to scout out the area. I didn’t need to count down the new year to know it was already starting out to be wickedly brilliant.
But on my way out, I see the American wife in the snack lime...
Decide to myself that I would like some American souvenirs from these “innocents Abroad.”
As I walk past her, I suddenly stop and go right up to her.
“E’llo you're an American, that’s lovely.”
As I say that I lift her hand, my other patting her bracelet-bearing wrist in greeting.
She stammers taken by surprise
“Yes, my name is Martha King. What is yours?”
Which is what I needed, surprise. I was wiping my hand along her wrist reaching her bracelet which I clasped my fingers around.
I gave her the made-up name I had been using this evening.
“ Cheers then, my name is Cadence, and it’s a pleasure meeting you. That’s quite a lovely dress your wearing. Did you buy it here?”
Rapid series of questions keeps the mark confused and distracted.
As she answered I thought Martha is it, not Honey. I eyeballed the rest of the jewellery she was wearing.
A silver-hinged locket with an M engraved upon it. Engraved around the ‘M’ was a floral vine, and below the ‘M’ was a flower made of ruby chips. The locket was oval-shaped on a link chain that hung just above her breasts. Her earrings were slightly smaller than the locket but had the same floral design and ruby flower, no letter M however.
I pried my eyes off her locket and looked into hers as she was answering my question.
“No, this dress is one I brought from home. I was worried it might not be fancy enough for here.
With my free hand, I stoked it along her dress as I sigh, my hands still holding her wrist up, covering her bracelet as my fingers snapped it open.
“I thought so, we don’t have dresses quite that lovely here.”
“But yours is…”
She started to say, then looked up
At that point, I see relief in her eyes as she stopped in mid-sentence, then said ..”
“Here comes my husband George. He is American also.”
As we both look behind me, I was busy taking advantage of the distraction, lifting off from her wrist the shiny silver bracelet. Pocketing it as the man came up to us.
I was introduced and saw he was an amiable sort of chap. As I like to imagine most Americans are, not that I’ve met more than a couple of others.
We talked for a few minutes as they told me where they were from, and about their kids. The usual.
But I needed to be on my way without appearing to be.
The band was still playing slow songs so I tried to break away by saying.
“I would imagine you two would like to get onto the dance floor? Please don’t let me hold you back…”
The wife apologized to me that she was a wee bit tired and wanted to sit.
Great I thought, then she added something that blindsided me.
As she looked at her husband standing there sheepishly…
“I know my husband would like to though, dance I mean. Maybe he would like to…honey ?”
I caught myself.
“You would not mind then if I steal him for a dance then luv?”
“Please do. My George is the dancer in the family. The poor dear wears me out.”
I heard a wholesome laugh from George.
“You two ladies do realize I’m right here listening? And yes I would consider it a privilege to have a dance with you, Cadence.”
He takes up my hand and we go to the crowded floor. The lights are still dim. But there is no strobe.
He takes me into his arms and I allow him to lead me to the music. We swirl around the other guests. I tell him a little about me, my twin brother, the small cottage we grew up in, and the nearby ancient university-owned cemetery we played in(though I did not go into the detail the games we played centered around pickpockets). He told me a bit about himself. Scouts, camping, decorating for Halloween. Also how Martha and he were here as an anniversary treat.
I find that George is a very pleasant dance partner So it was with a bit of guilt that as he was looking over towards Martha, I ran my hand caressing his wrist, then without remorse, I lifted off his fancy silver watch with the black face.
“Just couldn’t help myself, now could I?”
The song was ending and I was getting ready to release George back to his table when I spied the broachless Daughter walking along the outside of the dance floor.
Quickly I looked up into George’s face with a pleading look that he had no clue over why.”
“That was lovely. Can we do one more?”
George shook his head, yes and we held firm our position.
The music started again, and I pulled his arm around my waist making him hold me closer. Over his shoulder, I watched as the Daughter disappeared out of sight. She looked very perplexed, but not alarmed.
Sighing I placed my hands on his sides. I felt something hard in his side jacket pocket. Without thought, I reached inside and wrapped my fingers around a small, but heavy lighter. Without looking at it, I pulled it from his pocket and put it inside one of mine. I could feel George’s heart thumping, so I knew he was not finding it unpleasant to dance with me. My own was beating fast, over the daughter, and the recent lifts I had made off of George King.
As the last notes of the second song drifted away, we broke apart
I walk with George back to his waiting wife Martha at the table.
The wife smiles.
“Thought you were stealing him”
He chuckles.
“I convinced her not to.”
We all laugh.
They offered for me to sit and join them for a drink.
I lied.
“Love to, but I have to track down my errant niece.”
George pats me on the back saying lovely to have met you and thanks for the dance, then takes his leave to go get more drinks for his wife and himself.
Martha who had stood up as we came to the table, leans in and gives me a warm caring hug…
“I also think it was lovely meeting you tonight Cadence, you are a very nice young lady.”
Now I hadn't planned on taking her locket, but my thief instincts kick in and I found myself reaching up and undoing the clasp of the necklace and slipping it off her pretty neck before the end of the hug.
While slyly pocketing her pendant and chain, I replied:
“Why thank you, Martha, it was brilliant meeting you and George also, and luv, I hope you will enjoy the rest of your stay here.”
Then I take my leave.
“Indeed Charming to meet both of you.”
I leave her as she sits down to wait on George and their drinks.
I made a direct beeline to the coat check.
Quickly I thrust to the cloak check girl my slip. She comes back with a luxurious red sable jacket.
The cloak check girl complimented me:
“That’s pretty miss.”
“Indeed it is. “
I agree as I slip it on and leave Walking boldly past the lone guard at the security desk.
I make it to the exit without a backside glance. No one challenged me as I opened it and walked outside into the cool evening.
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. My breath sends up vapors in the cool night air. I wanted so very badly to lite a victory cigarette but was too far into my game to take the time just yet.
So I scurried off into the night, along the nearly deserted blocks, formulating the next steps in my plan.
To be continued …
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10 things about me:
1.I am addicted to lookbook.
2.I love summer days.
3.I love to take photos and edit them.
4.I love music ,i like to dance =I like fun.
5.It is the first time when i do this ,,Add people in this photo".
6.My lucky numbers are 3 and 10.
7.I am always happy:)
8.Pizza-lovee it!
9.Today I'm listening to radio.
10.Today is a sunny day and i Like it!
265!!!! 100 more to goooooo!!!
Today is such a wonderful day.
1. I get to fulfill my mermaid dream (héhé).
2. I went out to meet some friends from Uni and met a 3D artist who'll help me solve my 3D design woes. *fingers crossed*
3. but most importantly, I felt totally in my element and I'm just really happy.
Talk later.
I need to go check my dogs (Got 9 so every one needs a certain attention loll).
Nothing too exciting here. TRRA 2005 parked on the Engineers Lead at WR in Granite City. Amtrak train 319 clunking by on Springfield Sub Main 1. I suppose seeing the P42 was also odd as this train normally rates Chargers. I guess rain or cold was in the forecast.
12-26-2023
A lot of people DISLIKE Valentine’s Day. Oh I’m sure at a time I was one of those people
but to me…Valentine’s Day can almost be like thanksgiving.
Instead though, be thankful for those that love you.
I’m tagging people because I wanted to upload a picture and do something to make others around me smile thinking of those who care about them.
I’m going to list five people. DO WHATEVER YOU’D LIKE
1.I am thankful for my best friends who I have lost connection with lately. Not that they see this necessarily but to Kerralie, Vicki, Sofia and Alexis. You girls have probably gotten me through the most in my life. I am so grateful for you and I think you are all so very beautiful on the inside AND the outside. I want you to know I really want to strengthen our friendships again to the point that they were because you all mean incredible amounts to me.
2.I am thankful for my family. My sister who makes me smile. Her babies who love and cuddle me more than I deserve. My brother who I miss. And my parents who are two of the strongest people I have encountered. There is nothing like making them proud. I love them deeply and wish I told them more often.
3.My new friends. Lately a lot of incredible people have walked into my life. I am so wonderfully, incredibly thankful for Rebekah and Tanner (although you’re not exactly new to me, the amount our friendship has grown in the past year…yeh. I am so lucky to have you). I have never found such encouragement in you both, in anyone else. You trust me and that means the world to me and you have hearts so in love with God. I am beyond proud of both of you beautiful girls.
4.Aaaaah, Austin. What can I even say? I’ve never had a boyfriend care about me with such a godly heart. I’ve never been respected or trusted like you respect and trust me. I don’t think I’ve ever found a personality that matches mine like yours does. Or have ever laughed so ridiculously hard with someone constantly. Most importantly though, the way our relationships with God have been encouraged and refreshed because of this relationship…yeah…I couldn’t be more thankful.
5.But when a bad day hits or the people who I care about disappoint me or hurt me, I know the one love of my life that I can always turn to is my God. My list of thank you’s cannot even be put into a paragraph like this but if I could say one thing, I thank him for these incredible people that he has put in my life today.
So Valentine’s day is almost over for me. However, I want to thank all of you flickr children for your support and kindness. I want to encourage you to think about the people in your life and how they have affected you and changed you forever. And hey, if you really feel like over achieving…go out of your way to thank them today for what they’ve done in your life.
love you all!
MRL helper set pushing on a coal train at Skyline,Mt. with power of 151 the only GP19-1 i think and 652,651,261,309,262,252.Photo taken on May 8,1994.
Hôm nay, tôi cảm thấy có lỗi rất nhiều với 1 người, cái ng mà tôi-cho-là-quan-trọng-với-tôi ý :)
Tôi chẳng biết mình đã làm gì sai, nhưng người ấy lại k nói chuyện với tôi, hôm nay..
Không là gì của nhau, nhưng người ấy nói thích nói chuyện với tôi.. Vì lâu rồi "Không-ai" nói chuyện với người ấy ...
Và ..
Ng ấy vừa chia tay người yêu :)..
... Còn tôi :)
Lại thầm thương người ấy , nhưng ng ấy nào biết ^^. Nhưng tôi chọn cách không thổ lộ tình cảm của mình ra, vì tôi sợ, tôi sợ người đó sẽ từ chối tình cảm của tôi và 1 điều nữa là tôi sẽ mất đi 1 người bạn :) 1 người mà tôi rất thích :)
Hnay, có vẻ như k đc vui vẻ như mọi ngày, hnay ng đó cũng lạnh nhạt với tôi. Không lẽ, tình cảm của tôi đã bị ng đó biết ?!? Tôi đang tự đặt dấu chấm hỏi cho mình là.. Nên tiếp tục nuôi nấng cái tình cảm sớm có chiều tàn này không? .. Khó lắm, rất khó để chấp nhận cái tình khác không-đc-bth này :)
Cái tình cảm mà tôi đã nuôi nấng mấy nay .. Không lẽ nó sẽ phải dập tắt ngay như thế này sao? Tôi không cam, nếu như vậy thì tôi không tài nào cam lòng được :).
Tìm mọi cách để có thể gần gũi người đó .. Người đó mỗi lúc lại làm cho cái gói hy vọng của tôi càng ngày càng to lên :)
Hnay, người đó đã mua nước cho tôi ý :). Hỏi tôi có uống không? Eventhough tôi nói tôi không uống, nhưng ng đó vẫn mua và vẫn đưa cho tôi, tôi sẽ trân trọng chia nc ấy :). Sẽ và đang trân trọng cái hy vọng mà ng ấy mang đến ..
Đây là lần đầu tiên tui cầm đc lòng, k thổ lộ tình cảm với người khác, và có lẽ đây cũng là lần đầu tiên tôi có cảm giác thích 1 người là như thế nào và dành trọn tình cảm của tôi cho người ấy .. Nói thật, tôi yêu người ấy lắm ..
Cái chữ yêu của tôi nó lớn lắm, nó to lắm, và nó đáng đc nâng niu lắm :) Nhưng có lẽ, tôi đã hy vọng quá nhiều ..
Tôi k biết người ấy có yêu tôi như vậy không? chỉ mong, lúc nào cũng đc thấy ng đó vui cười, hạnh phúc ..
Có lẽ thói quen gõ nick của người đó mỗi khi vào yahoo đã dần dần là 1 phần gì đó không thê thiếu của tôi :) .. Thói quen ấy có lẽ, ăn đứt vào trong người tôi rồi. Không thể nào gạt bỏ đc ng đó ra khỏi suy nghĩ trong đầu..
Nhiều lúc, tự dặn bản thân đừng nên đặt quá nhiều t.c cho 1 người, nhưng lí trí tôi lại không cho phép :)
Mặc dù nó chỉ xảy ra trong 1 thời gian không-đc-gọi-dài-là-bao nhưng cũng đủ cho nước mắt của tôi để tuôn chảy :)
Nếu điều đó khiến người ấy vui, nếu điều đó làm cho người ấy thấy thoải mái thì tôi sẽ trả cho người ấy sự tự do ...
Vì đơn giản tôi chỉ có thể là như thế thôi ..
Vì với người ấy .. đó là niềm vui :)
Colin setting up his new bike at the Haro Warehouse. Bumped up the ISO a bunch with this because it was pretty dark in there.
There's a couple reasons why I haven't been posting as much on Flickr right now:
1. I've been filming an edit/interview for Vince Kroff so that's been taking up some time from shooting photos.
2. Also, I've been working hard on my school work to pass all my classes because I'm taking some college classes (I'm in highschool) at the moment and my parents said they'll help pitch in for a macbook pro if I pass all of them.
3. Lastly, a lot of the photos I've been taking I've been having to hold off on here to send to other places so all the photos I really like haven't made it up here.
But, I'm definitely shooting still. Just ordered a Q flash and battery pack as well so hopefully that will help progress my shots.
my room is a disaster. my hair is greasy and choppy and i have split ends beyond reason. i can't go a day without wearing a ring on my right hand. today i wore an owl ring that was my grandmothers. i have no living grandparents. i can't stop editing my photographs with these neutral, earthy tones. i cannot stop listening to certain songs. and i have a lot to say about my own formulated ideas and opinions and beliefs on the questions i asked all of you, but i don't know how to say it all. i've been having trouble lately communicating. i don't know why, but i just want you to feel me.
and just know.
here's my own answers to the questions from my previous post:
1. i think i am going to go with a light shade of grey. and not have very much of anything on my walls at all. maybe just my polaroids.
2. this one
3. I am a virgin.
i am thankful, so thankful to be one. however, I do not judge those who are not. i choose to love people no matter what they have done. for that is how Christ has loved me. i do not believe that sex before marriage is a sin because sex is bad. sex is not bad. sex is a beautiful, wonderful act that is made to be the bonding together of two creations into one. "the two will become one flesh" however, i do believe that sex before marriage is not a good idea because it always hurts someone or something. "all other sins one commits are sins against other things or people, but sexual immorality is sin against oneself." so pretty much, we damage our souls by this sort of thing. and we may not realize it at the time. but it does. it breaks us in the depths of our being. that is why it is not such a good idea, not because it is just a meaninglessly sinful way of living, but because it causes pain in some deep and intricate way.
i believe in self-control and purity. i do not believe that kissing is wrong before marriage. i think that there is a level of intimacy that needs to be there between two people that are in love with one another. there is a physical side to love. that is how it was designed. however, i do not believe in perverting love, and tainting it with sexual immorality. i am saving myself for my husband because my body belongs to him. my body is a temple that Christ has bought with a price, therefore i desire above all else to honor him with it. i believe there are certain limitations that we need to form for ourselves to know that we are honoring God with our WHOLE selves.
4. i am going to be dead honest with you.
at one point in my life... i realized that i was so consumed with doubt and frustration at the way in which my society was telling me to live. most of our principles here in America are founded in the bible, yet, we are such freaking hypocrites. i mean, think about what we do here? we murder our own children. we neglect the poor. we deny showing love to homosexuals and drunkards. we break marriage bonds by divorce. we cheat and lie and scam and kill and turn our faces to the very life that Christ has called us to live. our society is so corrupt.
our society is so wrapped up in ourselves we just cry and moan and piss all over the place. so yes, i am not afraid to say that before i committed my life to Christ, i was freaking influenced by the society i live in. i was confused as anything, but i was influenced. i would be a liar to say i wasn't.
before i truly discovered Christ, it was pretty much just the "right thing" to say i believed in God. thats what we do here in america right? "In God we trust" its pretty much written on everything we posses. i did not believe out of love. it was just what my world told me to do. so i did it. it was just a sick and empty life i was living. so empty and full of nothingness. i had no faith in anything but my self, and that in some way or another i existed and i was just going to be just fine in my comfortable little house in my comfortable little neighborhood, in my comfortable little city, in my comfortable little state, in my comfortable little country... i am repulsed.
5. but now, i have and am constantly being transformed in my mind. two and a half years ago, somebody in my life showed me the true love and grace of Christ, and i finally understood. i discovered truth beyond all reason. there is something that happened inside of me when i choose to turn from my old way of living in an empty and pitiful state, and following the only one who loves all people no matter anything. its called unconditional love. nothing else makes any sense except that sort of love. is that not what all humans desire? to be forgiven and loved? i mean... wanted? the core of everything terrible that has happened or is happening or will ever happen in the complete history of humanity is that there was a void of love. there was someone who was hurt and broken and empty and hopeless and nobody showed them this love.
we cannot deny the fact that even we ourselves feel no purpose in life without feeling loved in some way or another. it is the core of everything.
Christ came and said, "darling, child, i love you. i am love in the flesh. i am so incredibly in love with you, and i made you, i created you, i know every single hair upon your head, i know every freckle on your skin. i know your heart and i know your mind. and even though you have denied me, even though you have murdered and lied and judged and stolen and hated, i know you, and i love you and i want you to be mine. i want you to come with me, because i will show you a love that does not count those things of the past against you. i will forgive everything horrible you have ever done or will do. i will try to remake your heart so that love is at the center of it. not the absence of love. please, beloved, come with me and i will show you truth."
this is why i believe in Christ.....nothing else that this world offers me can surpass the truth of Christ and his love. i know in my being that it is the truth because my soul has always ached for it. always. and when it finally was filled with it, this God of love, when i finally understood it all, there was not a single crack or crevice that was not satisfied in me.
there is proof in faith.
i've lived without believing in Christ. i have gone down that path. i have walked it before. and now, i know, that it is a dead end. nothingness. nothing that we do in this life means anything at all without him. no other religion offers love in this way. no other religion calls us to just simply accept the love and live it. its not about all the freaking do this and do that's. if you have understood Christ to be the guy who stands up there on sunday and tells you that your wrong and your going to hell and you don't deserve anything good and your a big pile of shit, then you are being led astray by the brokenness and the void of love that i was talking about earlier. Christ is LOVE. he would hang out with those people that your preacher tells your are going to hell. why? because he loves all, and came to heal the sick. he came to love the loveless. and embrace those who have never known embrace.
LOL I am not even interesting enough to think of 16 things LOL
So I will call this a the list that proves I am crazy
1 I am a mother of triplets
2 I have 10 cats and 2 dogs- don't call the pound please
3 I have had my jewelry sell to famous people- 2 local news casters and an ebay sale thatwas Steven King
4 my jewelry has been on TV- General Hospital
5 I have the uncanny gift of being able to call a boxing match before it starts. I have now begun to perfected this skill to football games too haha
6 my intuitive skills are really are sharper than the normal human LOL
7 I am painfully honest- okay not so painful
8 I am dyslexic
9 I can talk like I have sucked in helium- without the helium- I am not lieing
10 kids tell me everything--gift and curse
11 I am not capable of small talk
12 I hoard beads
13 I play the lottery- I already know I am going to win
14 I laugh all the time
15 I really hate to clean my house
16 I love potato chips
This is just a simple recolor of a much older model of mine. My original 1970 Camaro is the first car I ever built that got popular and got some recognition on the internet, so can be considered my earliest success as a car builder.
The reason I rebuilt it orange is twofold: 1) I have too many black cars and it's not the most fun or interesting color to show at a LEGO event or display, and 2) this is my favorite car in reality and my favorite color for it is Hugger Orange, so I essentially built my dream car for my sig fig. I think I'll donate the original black model to Creations for Charity at the end of the year, which feels significant because I've never sold one of my originals before - I have kept a complete collection of all my original, non-commissioned car models to date.
Aspen Crossing"s Train of Terror" on spur line with grain elevator, Mossleigh, Alberta
Stopped by Mossleigh to catch sunset and check out Aspen Crossing's "Train of Terror."
It opens Friday, October 14th, 2016 and looks like it could be a lot of fun.
Not surprisingly, in addition to the Fujifilm X100S, I was also capturing images with my infrared converted Fujifilm X-Pro 1.
I love the blend of shapes within the frame without the distraction of the very colourful rail cars.
... random things about me.
1. I am a quiet person. I could sit in a corner alone all day doing my work without talking to anybody. Boring huh?
2. My favourite colour is green, but my wife hated the green pants that I wore to college nearly everyday!
3. I bought my DSLR one day before I traveled to Bali... and captured lots of crappy shots during the trip. I got mixed up with aperture setting...ended up capturing portrait with F22 and landscape with F2.8!
4. I love B&W street photography but suck at it. I love the work of Ying and Rui Palha.
5. One of my photos is being sold in an art gallery in Barcelona right now, but not sure how many has been sold so far.
6. I like dogs but do not have one of my own now.
7. I love kids but do not have one of my own now.
8. I like computer game but don't have time for it since started working. The last game I played was Command and Conquer!!
9. I have been working in software engineering / telecommunication industry for more than 7 years but would like to be a full time photographer in the future.
10. My favourite movie is LOTR and Matrix. Geek huh :P
11. I have never watched Sound of Music before but my wife has watched it for more than 5 times and still loving it!
12. I love Broadway shows... and my favourite has to be Phantom.
13. My favourite band is Coldplay.
14. I love Christian music... especially those by Casting Crowns and Planetshakers.
15. I am into Jazz music too... and Stacey Kent is my favourite. Look forward to attend one of her live shows in UK.
16. I love sports. Was a basketball state player long long time ago. Can't play football/soccer but have been supporting Manchester United FC since I was 13.
Explore Front Page (#15) on 7-Jan. Thanks!
Northern Class 195/1 'Civity' DMU No. 195106 passes New Mills South Junction as it works the 2S72 13:49 Manchester Piccadilly to Sheffield service on 13th November 2021.
explored.
day forty-one out of fifty.
last one for today, i promise.
i'll write more later.
i was tagged again.
1. i just started watching dexter (not the cartoon one!) today, and im kind of addicted.
2. im leaving for college in nine days, and i don't really know how i feel...nervous, scared, excited, doubtful, accomplished.
3. sometimes i just don't feel like going out, but i feel like my friends don't understand why. it's hard to explain, but i like alone time every now and then.
4. i have a this dream, and someday, that dream will come true.
5. people watching is probably one of my favorite activities.
6. my dog is weird. i love him.
7. one of my greatest pet peeves is rude people...good thing i'm not afraid to be rude back. others include loud chewing, people talking during movies, stripes and plaid together...the list goes on.
8. eight is my favorite number.
9. i'm nocturnal, a night owl, whatever you want to call it.
10. infinite is my favorite word.
One of my wife's necklaces
Took this at true 1:1.
I did lay a 3x3 post it over the whole scene and covered easily .
I don't really like this
I was taged.
1. I'm left handed
2. I only have a few close friends.
3. I started photography at age 12
4. I secretly love the show Jersey Shore
5. I've never broken a bone.
6. I have always wanted to live in the 1920's
7. I'm a lava head
8. I have a older brother
9 I can't dance
10. I have a Vietnamese cousin.
View from the front door of the Riverside house, looking east toward the hills. Note the empty lots across the street from us -- i.e., nothing immediately between the house and the hills. By 1992, when I revisited the house, the whole area was filled with more houses, chock-a-block on top of one another...
The back of this print was stamped by the Kodak developer, indicating that it had been taken during the week of June 21, 1954.
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Most of the photos in this album were taken nearly 40 years after we first moved to Riverside, CA, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Riverside) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch8.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
So, what do I remember about the year that I spent in Riverside? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now (including some of the drive from Riverside to Omaha, where our family moved next), as well as some “real” contemporaneous photos I’ve found in family scrapbooks.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. I attended one school, somewhere in downtown Riverside, when my parents were looking for a house; and when they finally found a house out at the edge of town (at the base of the San Bernardino foothills), I was switched to a different school. This was typical; I usually attended two different schools in every city we lived in, and I attended a total of 17 schools before heading off to college.
2. While I eventually rode my bike to and from the second house to my school, I started off riding a school bus. A bunch of us kids would wait on a corner for the bus to arrive; and it was at the edge of a huge orange grove that seemed to stretch on forever. There were always a few rotten oranges lying on the ground, thoroughly rotten, and these substituted nicely for snowballs. There is nothing like the experience of being smacked in the stomach, of your fresh clean shirt, with a rotten orange.
3. Like most other suburban kids in the 1950s, I was allowed to do all sorts of things alone — as long as I returned home by dinner time. I could ride my bike anywhere I wanted, alone; I could hike way up into the hills alone (as long as I had a pocket-knife, which my father insisted I carry in case I was bitten by a rattlesnake). And I was allowed to sleep outside in the back yard, in a sleeping bag, virtually whenever I wanted to. The weather was always quite mild, the skies were clear (Los Angeles smog had not reached us in those days), and the stars were utterly amazing. There were shooting stars to watch, an experience I have never forgotten.
4. I discovered that marbles were excellent projectiles to shoot with one’s slingshot, and that they would actually travel in a more-or-less straight line. I became pretty good at shooting lizards with my slingshot; all I needed was an endless supply of marbles (because you could only shoot them once, at which point they would generally disappear somewhere). So I began practicing quite hard, played competitive games of marbles every day at school, and eventually amassed great quantities of the little round things.
5. Even better than lizards were spiders; they were everywhere, and they were relatively easy to catch. I don’t think any of them were dangerous, and in any case, none of them bit me. I sometimes put them in my pants pocket for the day, and I often brought them home. And I would put them in the dresser drawer with my socks and underwear; it seemed like a good place for them to relax. My mother discovered a couple of them one day, and was not impressed.
6. We had relatives in the city of Los Angeles, and made the 50-mile drive to visit them once or twice a year. We also made a 50-mile drive once or twice to visit San Juan Capistrano, which my parents thought was the most wonderful place in the world — mostly, they told me, because of the famous swallows that migrate each year from someplace in Argentina. In fact, I think they were impressed because they were old enough to like a 1940 hit song, “When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano,” which I couldn’t stand. If they had told me the place was the locale of the first Zorro novella (“The Curse of Capistrano,” published in 1919), I would have been much more impressed.
7. Riverside is where I got my first dog—a mutt named Blackie, that was part of a litter produced by the next-door neighbor’s dog. It provided an open invitation for me to visit the next-door neighbors whenever I wanted, and swim in their pool (a rarity in those days). At the end of our year in Riverside, Blackie moved with us to our next location — traveling all the way in a little house/bed that had been made for him in the World War II Jeep that Dad hitched to his Chevrolet.
8. Riverside is also where I had my first exposure, at school, to kids of other ethnic backgrounds. There were Asian kids, and black kids, and Latino kids (whom, sadly, my father referred to generically as “Mexicans,” but whom he also held in high respect because he remembered watching their comrades working harder and longer than any of the “white boys” in the rough mining and ranching camps on the Utah/Colorado border, where he had grown up). All of us were thrown together in the same classroom, all of us traveled to each other’s houses and neighborhoods after school, and nobody seemed to think it was unusual in any way.
9. I learned, to my enormous delight, that I *was* different in one special way: I was left-handed. During the pickup baseball games that we played constantly during recess, lunch, and after school, there were never enough baseball gloves for everyone, so everyone simply shared with everyone else (after all, if your team is at bat, you don’t need your baseball glove). But I was the only left-handed kid around, apparently the only one in the whole school; so nobody ever wanted to share my glove.
*NOTE: Thank you so much to those of you who follow my posts. I wanted to let you know that I have not renewed my pro account, but I have started a second Flickr account instead. My original account, Humble Christ Follower 1, is now only going to focus on photos taken throughout North and Central Florida. Humble Christ Follower 2 (www.flickr.com/photos/198359916@N03/albums), my new account, is where I will now post photos taken outside of Florida, primarily focusing on Georgia, South Carolina, and North Carolina.
BIBLICAL CONTEXT: Psalm 121:1-8 NLT
(from biblegateway.com)
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.
1 I look up to the mountains—
does my help come from there?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth!
3 He will not let you stumble;
the one who watches over you will not slumber.
4 Indeed, he who watches over Israel
never slumbers or sleeps.
5 The Lord himself watches over you!
The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade.
6 The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon at night.
7 The Lord keeps you from all harm
and watches over your life.
8 The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go,
both now and forever.
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5 MORE THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW:
1. Like it or not, we are ALL sinners: As the Scriptures say, “No one is righteous—not even one. No one is truly wise; no one is seeking God. All have turned away; all have become useless. No one does good, not a single one.” (Romans 3:10-12 NLT)
2. The punishment for sin is death: When Adam sinned, sin entered the world. Adam’s sin brought death, so death spread to everyone, for everyone sinned. (Romans 5:12 NLT)
3. Jesus is our only hope: But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. (Romans 5:8 NLT) For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23 NLT)
4. SALVATION is by GRACE through FAITH in JESUS: God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it. For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. (Ephesians 2:8-10 NLT)
5. Accept Jesus and receive eternal life: If you openly declare that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. (Romans 10:9 NLT) But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. (John 1:12 NLT) And this is what God has testified: He has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have God’s Son does not have life. (1 John 5:11-12 NLT)
Read the Bible for yourself. Allow the Lord to speak to you through his Word. YOUR ETERNITY IS AT STAKE!
I know what you’re thinking… it feels as though this image was animated…
So let me come clean and tell you exactly what I have done to
get these results…
1. I think his right eye was injured and perhaps this is why he was so timid…
it looked like it was damage… So I repaired it in CS Photoshop…
2. I used My LED Flashlight and painted this Yellow Jacket… Now this is
important… You can use your “Dodging Tool” to create highlights, some call this painting with light… BUT as you know, I paint with light using a LED Flashlight… As a matter of fact I have different color LED lights to paint with…
See “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...” www.flickr.com/photos/66179962@N00/872862956/
This is the way I paint with light!
3. Remember what I said about saving you images in CMYK and downloading in this format… it does enhance colors…
Have A Great Weekend
TIO
<3 haha promise we dont do this on a daily basis.
[if you look at this comment it kthx]
haha OH how i love colleen,
add her: flickr.com/photos/collburke/
hah<3 gotta love us.
TEN WEEKS DOWN<3 haha 42 to go.
i was tagged ! =[
Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.
1.) i dont trust people very well & when i do i get disappointed.
2.) i dont like steak, at all, i choked on it when i was 12 and i havent liked it since.
3.) people i dont know, look really strange to me, once i get to know them, their face gets friendlier.
4.) i made a huge mistake in trusting someone with a part of me ill never have back.
5.) i cant eat food if it touches another item of food, its disgusting.
6.) i am really afraid of squirrels.
7.) My real name is Emerald but my mom was considering Echoe
8.) i can read a book a day, and if you interrupt me on one of those days, ill be upset :P
9.) I'm extremely paranoid about everything.
10.) My best friend died on Sept 7, 2003 & he took a piece of me with him.
11.) I work at a nursing home, but I'm afraid of growing old, the people kind of scare me.
12.) I'm a very sensual person. I can't not touch people.
13.) I love doing peoples hair & playing with it in general , one of my very sensual habits.
14.) I'm a hopeless romantic, I'm hoping I get a happy ending.
15.) I still color in coloring books.
16.) I'm accident prone, i cant go a day without managing to hurt myself.
I TAG EVERYONE WHO LOOKS AT THIS =P
As I was wrapping up imaging on the morning of 2019-06-29, there was a low hanging waning crescent moon in the east. Is it possible to image the moon with a HyperStar and an Atik 314L+ camera through a Celestron Edge HD 925? When I had tried with the moon closer to full, I could not get the exposure short enough. A waning crescent reflects a lot less light toward the Earth. Will it work now?
The sunlit portion is a stack of 2 ms exposures, while the Earthlit portion is a stack of 1.6 s exposures. Each stack was saved as an AVI that was processed in AutoStakkert. Final compositing and processing in PS CS 5.1.
I think I actually like the individual components better, but it's always fun to try this and see how it comes out. I think lots of intermediate length exposures would be needed for a smooth transition.
So I’ve been looking at Generation of Dreams Barbie on Ebay for the last 3 months ever since someone I follow posted a picture of her. My Barbie love has been reignited lately and I’ve been slowly getting things these last few months. Today Josh and I went to Goodwill and there she was for $1.99. Today was half off pink tags so she was $1! I cleaned her up and I’m quite happy with this find. Thank you, universe.