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... 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.
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9.09.2023, Dlouha Trebova.
Pociąg przewoźnika SD - Kolejová doprava a.s. prowadzony lokomotywą 184 503-1 i dwiema 741.7 pokonuje szlak Dlouha Trebova - odb. Parnik.
Tytułowa 184 503-1 to jedna z zaledwie czterech lokomotyw tego typu wyprodukowanych przez zakłady Skoda w latach 90-tych. Lokomotywa wyróżnia się charakterystycznym kształtem pudła zastosowanym jedynie dla tej serii oraz jednej sztuki 169. Elektrowozy 184.5 to sześcioosiowe maszyny zasilane prądem stałym 3000 V z niespotykanym dotąd w Czechach układ osi Bo'Bo'Bo', o mocy 5220 kW i prędkości maksymalnej 95 km/h.
W roku 1994 wyprodukowane dwie takie maszyny (184 001 i 002) przenumerowane później na 184 501 i 184 502. W roku 1999 zbudowano kolejne dwie maszyny 503 i 504.
Obecnie całą seria pracuje dla SD - Kolejová doprava a.s. i najczęściej spotkać je można w rejonie Tusimic, ale nieregularnie pojawiają się też w innych rejonach Czech. Mimo, iż bardzo często bywam w Czechach to dopiero pierwszy raz spotkałem się z tą serią niezwykle ciekawych lokomotyw.
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.
Transita nei pressi di CastelFranco Emilia(MO) la E.464.568-1 I-TI titolare del REG 11536---->Ancona/Piacenza
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1/ Yusupov’s Magnificent Soirée was dominated by the return of the Empress’ recently replaced ex-favourite (and rumoured secret husband) Knyaz Potemkin. Dashkova, who has publicly expressed discontent with the Empress’ choice of favourites, employed several non-verbal provocation strategies to seem superior.
Potemkin did not seem to mind or respond to said provocation, except for apparent loss of appetite which was quickly recovered after Dashkova left the dining table!
Learn more about our "Royal Treatment" plotline (#21): docs.google.com/presentation/d/11w07wRtM64aT-slNCqxzs_0p8...
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i'm really indecisive about these!! this is not the one i expected to put as the main.
ok i was tagged by Emma :)
so here we go.
0. GRRRRRRR i just wrote this whole thing and it deleted it!!! now i'll have to remember everything :\
1. i always like looking at photos of people's bedrooms and wardrobes and belongings, so that's what inspired this kind of photo :)
2. today is my puppy's 8 month birthday :)
3. i do wear colours other than pastels i promise :P
4. i'm going to the beach for 2 weeks on the 12th of janurary and i'm pretty damn excited.
5. yesterday it was 36 degrees celsius and today it's cold and rainy, it's crazy!!
6. i'm so behind on this project, i think i might have to upload some old ones :\
7. i'm a really fussy shopper. like really.
8. i started learning piano when i was 4
9. i fainted when i got my ears pierced becuase the gun thingy jammed while it was still in my ear :\ not a fun experience.
10. i cried when i saw toy story 3.
so there we are, ten VERY random facts. i hope you're all having an amazing day :)
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.
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13 on explore and front page! Haha, just thought I'd show you part of my room. Crazy, eh?
5 "What the?!" Facts About Me:
1. I love to collect things. Some of the weird things I used to collect were Yu-Gi-Oh Cards (2k++), Highlighters (50+), Post-Its (20+), Colored Papers (100+), Notebooks (30+), Picture Frames (30+) and a lot more weird stuff.
2. I can text message with my eyes closed or when I'm not looking. That includes looking for the recepient of the msg.
3. I only wear pumps. I don't like open-toed heels. :D
4. I used to wear short shorts every single day. I still wear them now, but not as much.
5. I don't speak Filipino (our native language) well. I prefer English :P
PS. I don't know what I was thinking painting my room PINK AND YELLOW. Omg, I know.
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
Well, I was tagged again by California CPA (thanks buddy) and I thought rather than bore you with ten silly things about myself, I'd have you take a multiple choice quiz instead.
Which one of the following statements is NOT true?
1. I was in the center of the LA riots.
2. I was in Haiti during the big earthquake.
3. I was one foot away from a rouge wave taking my life in Maui.
4. I had a plane ticket to NY on Sept. 12, 2002.
5. I drove an 18 wheeler on the highway when I was 12 years old.
I will post the correct answer later tonight.
Ok, I'm going to tag the following people.
SnapYappy
Jaime973
Staci Lee
abennett23
Dave DiCello
Daniela Duncan
childplay
SF knitter
Bean
Nut Meg
Hey there, here is my entry for The Torney Round 1. I choose the category: Obstacle Course. I enjoyed this Moc very much, because I never build a jungle-scene before. I hope you like it and it is enough to reach Round 2 :)
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James McArthur and his loyal friends made a trip to the wildest jungles in Pescado. They found an old card to an abandoned temple but the wooden bridge was broken.
So they decided to take the dangerous way through the jungle and a lot of obstacles were waiting: an abyss with aligators, folding traps with snake pits and poisoned pointed spears.
Were they able to get to the temple alive and was the broken brigde perhaps the real trap?
Part 1
I left for the sierras right after work, all the classes had been taught and the last student had left. The sun had not set yet but was hanging low in the western sky. By the time I reached the high desert of California and the small town of Neenach an hour later the sun had long sunk out of view and the dark desert sky sparkled with a splash of stars in the moonless night. After passing the town of Mojave the deep red moon slowly rose beyond the silhouette of distant mountains. Hours later I had driven far enough and I needed to stop for the night so I pulled off the highway onto a dirt road at a place called Fossil Falls. There is a large red and black cinder cone here that rises abruptly out of the desert floor with a dry lake at it's foot, it was here that I stopped. It was almost midnight and yet the temperature was still 98°. I set up my cot next to my jeep and fell asleep without a blanket beneath the hazy high desert sky.
At some point a slight breeze swirled and cooled the warm desert night enough for me to need a light blanket, after getting one out of my jeep I went back to sleep. With the first light of dawn across the playa I awoke but decided to go back to sleep, this happened several time until the sun rose over the distant mountains and it's warm rays touched me and I could not avoid the new day any longer so I finally got up and continued my drive to my friend Jan's place nestled in the lower slopes of the high sierras.
I stayed at her place for 2 day and 2 nights to acclimate to the high elevation. On the first full day there, a thunderstorm rose up providing me with some beautiful sights and sounds as well as scenting the air with the fragrance of wild onions which grew in the shade of the aspen and pine trees on her property.
On Monday I left early to drive to the trail head and begin my High Sierra wanderings. The first day started out with clear skies, though as I began my ascent up the pass dark storm clouds brewed in the distance. At one point I stopped for a break and another backpacker on his way out stopped for a chat.
Soon after I continued on and in the small saddle below the pass thunder rumbled and the rain began. This area was strewn with large, sharp boulders that were the only shelter for miles. I found a cluster of them that had a nice over hang just as the rain picked up, and I huddled underneath to stay dry.
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It was good shelter until the wind shifted direction and blew the rain right into the opening, soaking my pants since they weren't water proof. My only option to not get any more wet was to shield myself with my waterproof pack. Thankfully my pants are a quick drying material and were dry within 10 minutes. An hour later the storm passed and I continued on to my first lakeside camp.
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1: I was born with a love for the air and the unknown skies.
I don’t know where I got it from. Not from my family or my tribe. They loved their sheep and their rocks and their cottages. I love adventure and freedom and big spaces.
I am a wanderer.
—Anna Kant
4: Andor is the heart of piracy in the skies, but it’s not your ordinary pirate town. WINGS has been building airships here for three generations, selling them to big time pirates or small farmers indifferently. They’ve established strict order on the island city. Nothing gets to interfere with their business.
There are all sorts of folk living in Andor these days, but there’s only one person you really need to know if you want to keep track of it all.
Bo lives down Compass Ave. He’s been living there longer than anyone can remember, himself included. He knows the lore of the skies like the back of his hand.
So I brought two steaming cups of tea and sat down for a chat. Both cups of tea were for him. Nothing loosens Bo’s tongue like tea.
We started with small talk about the weather and I told him about the flight conditions last time I’d flown Queen’s Ferry.
“What a ship that be,” Bo sighed.
“WINGS built her,” I said casually.
“That’s what ye think. That’s what ye all think,” Bo said.
“But it has the WINGS symbol on the side. And WINGS has operated it for years. Do you think I don’t know who pays my salary?”
“Ah, WINGS may have her now, but that where she come from. That ain’t her whole story. That airship’s a survivor, she is.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
But Bo was closing up. “I dunno. Tain’t my story. This here tea’s gettin cold.”
I handed him the second cup and pretended like I didn’t notice him getting crabby. “Queen’s Ferry is a beauty,” I said. “I’ve never flown a better constructed airship. She rides light as a butterfly and fast as an eagle.”
Bo accepted the cup and thawed off again, grudgingly. “You’re a real pilot,” he admitted. “Not like some o’ these lubbers what’s knockin about the skies these days. Can’t tell a dreadnought from a bathtub. Don’t care iffen there’s moss growin on the hull or lichen on the balloon.”
“You should see Queen’s Ferry,” I said proudly. “I keep her as shiny as a brass button.”
“Sure ye do. Ye’d lose yer job iffen ye didn’t.”
I tried another tack. “Queen’s Ferry is not like any airship I’ve ever sailed. She has a story—you can feel it in her gait, in her strong timbers, in the way she sounds. Why, sometimes I’m ready to swear she’s crying over her memories, the way the hull moans in the cold wind.”
“And well she might cry o’er ‘em. Well she might.”
I was getting deathly curious, but I didn’t dare to show it. “Well,” I said, “since you’ve finished your tea, perhaps I’ll get back to work. It’s been a good talk, Bo.”
“Ye haven’t got time for a story?”
“Well… I might… if it’s a good one.”
“It’s a goodun.”
Now that we’d gone through all the proper code, as lengthy and sensible as a legal protocol, Bo was finally willing to talk.
“It were a hundred years back, afore The Parlay, when Red Dye and his crew sailed the skies, respectin nary a soul. Have ye heard of Captain Dye, my girl?”
I nodded. Of course I had. That had been only sixty years ago, within my parents’ lifetime. Bo was such an exaggerated storyteller. It would have been hard to exaggerate Red Dye’s villainy though. He’d terrorized pirates and humble folk alike. No one in the sky had been safe. After he died all the pirates of the skies, even his own former crew, came together in The Parlay and agreed to never let anyone become such a terror again.
“Aye, so ye have. But ye haven’t heard the tale of the end of Captain Dye. No one has heard the tale, saving I. For of all the actors in that dreadful scene only I remain.
“Twas a desperate dark eve when Dye rode the Sky Hawk over the Gathering Isles. Below him were the Islanders, come together as from time immemorial for the Feast of Gathering. But this year the feast was turned to a wail, for Red Dye had made his demands. He meant to build a pirate empire of skywide dimensions, and for that, he needed manpower. Every child seven years old or younger must be turned over to him in the mornin. Iffen one was missing, he’d sink the Gathering Isles to the sea whence they had risen at the dawn of time.
“The islanders were humble folk with no way to fight back. They mourned all the evening, but there was no deliverance in sight.
“Then it was that one mother arose. Ye’ll have heard this part o’ the tale, ye will. For all the sky dwellers know how the Queen of the skies—the only name she is known by—set sail in the dead of night. And all know that neither she, nor the feared Captain Dye, were ever heard from again.
“But I know more.
“Ye see, I was aboard the Sky Hawk that night. We were hardened villains, we were, and we thought no more o the sorrow in the Gathering Isles below us than we did of the God in the heavens above us. We caroused and were merry even as hearts bled beneath the timbers of our ship.
“In the wee of the cold morn a light shone off the starboard bow. ‘Twas faint an wavering, and the watch gathered close on the deck to try to make it out. “Tis a firefly,’ one said; ‘Nay, tis a far off airship,’ another replied. “Tis the spear point of a ship, and the light is the reflection of our own lanterns,’ I cried, but ‘twas already too late. The next instant she struck us firmly amidships and our hull tore and crumpled, even as the Queen’s Ferry’s own hull shuddered under the strain. Aye, well may you stare. ‘Twas not the Queen’s Ferry you know, for in those days she was a one decked open ship, with little power in her engines and no balloon to keep her afloat.
“Yet she struck us boldly, though we were ten times her size. With shuddering timbers she drove through us, and in the light of the swaying lanterns and the chaos of the sliding decks I saw the Queen leap off from her ship, onto the Sky Hawk’s stern.
“‘Twas every man for himself then, and each of us scurried to find safety as the Sky Hawk, torn to shreds, began to disintegrate into the empty air. I caught the bulwarks of the Queen’s Ferry, scramblin on board with a dozen other quick-witted souls who’d done the same. She was in a sorry state, but leastwise she was in one piece.
“Then as we lay there gaspin on the deck of the Queen’s Ferry, the stern of the Sky Hawk, lit up by smolderin flames of crushed lanterns catching on scattered bits of dry cloth and tawny rope, floated past us to leeward. On its highest deck stood Captain Red Dye, waving his arms in maniacal fury, and before him rolled an open barrel, and the Queen stood by it with a lighted match, and the next moment the sky was lit as by a fireball.
“Little more is there to tell. The Queen’s Ferry was in a sorry state, and sank near to the sea, where we floated for days and days, dyin by inches until at last a passin airship took pity on us and rescued the few of us who was left. I swore my pirating days were over, and no one calls me Roaring Bo these days. But the Queen’s son, when he grew, found me out and took me down to the seas. And there we found her ship, waterlogged and heavy, but in one piece still; and we towed it up to the surface, and he repaired it and passed it down from father to son as a sacred legacy of remembrance that WINGS will honor forever. Yet for all the millions he spent to repair it, I hear that even now the wind whistles through the bow where she struck us, and the scars of that battle will be on that ship’s hull forever.
“So be careful, Anna Kant, when you sail the Queen’s Ferry. For you not sailing a ship, you are carrying a story—a story that must be remembered as long as there is air in the skies…”
The End
I had the silly idea of doing an immersive scene in an 8x8. In the end, I didn't like the composition of such a narrow photo, and I also wasn't able to get the compass detail in focus as well which is just about my favorite part. But if you want to see what it looks like cropped, head on over to my insta!
I wanted to show a (potential) wealthier strata of Wandering Skies in my entries, really because of the concept art that I found for this first one. I based this on this piece of concept art and then continued choosing wealthier inspirations for my other entries in order to stay cohesive... you'll see. ;) The idea was to weave a single story out of all of them.
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31 may 2013 (taken june 1) - I'm lazy :(!
Exams are right around the corner. I think I probably should stop talking about exams and do some revision... but who can do homework on a Saturday?
Civitavecchia(Roma) 16 Marzo 2024
Transita alle porte di Civitavecchia(Roma) la E.494.594-1 I-GTSR mentre svolge il TEC Piacenza / Pomezia
1) I'm back! Sorry for the hiatus from posting as I got my life in order post leaving my job at Concur and traveling some.
2) I felt these lead letterpress letters I picked up at an antique mall in Texas encompassed the topic of "abandoned" decently well. I love perusing estate sales and antique malls to get an idea of what people leave behind and what gets put up for sale. My house is mostly made up of old vintage items that get left behind for some reason or another, so my love for things "abandoned" in this respect runs deep.
While waiting here for CSXT L010 to come west on Main 1 I was surprised by headlight of something coming east on Main 2 at a time when no passenger trains were scheduled. Soon enough I saw F40PH-3C 1062 leading the wash train (with 1058 on the other end of the two cars) as they approach the inbound platform of the small neighborhood Endicott Station at MP 10.9 on the Keolis/MBTA Franklin Line, the one time New Haven Railroad Midland Division.
During the fall there are two dedicated wash train sets and crews, one for each side, that work day and night using their high pressure mix of hot water and solvent to clean the railhead of the slick film created by leaves getting crushed. The leaf residue significantly reduces the coefficient of friction leading to whee lslide issues and subsequent train delays and wheel damage. These trains are the railroad's attempt to mitigate those conditions as much as possible. Soon enough though the plague of falling leaves will be over only to be replaced with the challenge of snow and ice. The battle of railroading never ends...
Dedham, Massachusetts
Monday November 20, 2023
While walking along the creek banks I spotted this jay with an acorn. It seemed very proud of its prize.
Blue Jay (Cyanocitta cristata)
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highest explored #142!!
so i've finally broken my colour streak :( also thank you guys so much for the 9,OOO views!!! i got my first letter of "fan mail" (i guess you could call it that) and it made me so happy! so thanks to everyone who as been commenting, favouriting, and viewing my photos!
i've been tagged again by jose so here i go!!
1. i am currently eating mickie dees, i always get a normal cheese burger and a five pack chicken nugget meal. call me a fattie, but man is this stuff delicious.
2. my favourite shows at the moment are psych, the big bang theory, better off ted, gossip girl, and glee. (in which comes back on tonight!!! but i don't have star world :( )
3. she is my best friend, on flickr and in real life and has been ever since sixth grade. :D
4. unoriginality makes me mad.
5. i've wanted a dog from ever since i can remember, wish for it for every one of my birthdays. but never gotten one because my mom doesn't like them :(
6. i think red bull tastes like washed down dimetapp. (that grape cold medicine we used to drink/take!)
7. i don't like shanghai, i don't like china. i miss the states, singapore, and taiwan.
8. i'm moderately good at sketching and charcoal, but i absolutely suck at painting.
9. i hate being told what to do.
lalala, tagging some people over there! --->
[Verse 1]
I say a little prayer for you
The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup (makeup)
I say a little (prayer for you)
And while I'm combing my hair now
And wondering what dress to wear now (wear now)
I say a little (prayer for you)
[Chorus]
(Forever) Forever (and ever) yeah
(You'll stay in my heart and I will love you)
(Forever) Forever (and ever) ever
(We never will part, oh, how I love you)
(Together) Together (together) together
(That's how it must be to live without you)
(Would only mean heartbreak for me)
[Verse 2]
I run for the bus, dear
And while riding I think of us, dear (us, dear)
I say a little (prayer for you)
And at work I just take time
And all through my coffee break time (break time)
I say a little (prayer for you)
WEEK 37 – Covington Kroger Closing, Set 1
I discussed a few descriptions back the construction of script décor, specifically as compared to millennium; but in this description I’d like to focus more on the actual look of the décor, and all the different elements that go into making it, well, what it is. As I told you earlier, the official name for the package is “Flagship Script,” meaning that this is one of the few examples of where our fan-originated name comes very close to the real thing! And it’s easy to see why that’s the case, too; obviously, the script font used for all the interior signage is a feature that stands out very prominently.
Besides that, you’ve got the columns, discussed previously, which are colored in white and adorned with red diamonds, and some additional stripes that complement the also-aforementioned border stripes that circle the rest of the walls in the store. Those stripes are colored in various shades of tan or beige, and taken altogether the entire color scheme – green for the signage and certain delineating lines, red for the diamonds and other small accents, and the various beiges/tans – definitely presents a very classy aesthetic. Throw in some wallpaper and woodgrain for texture (see the Kroger logo hanging in the corner in the distance), and voilà, you’ve got yourselves some script décor!
I’m curious to know – what’s your opinion on this package? For me, as I shared before on Discord, the best way I can describe it is that script décor is perfectly inoffensive. That is to say, it’s not my favorite, but it also has no bad qualities to it, nor does it feel overly dated. In fact, even though I associate it very much with the mid-2000s simply because I know it hails from that era, I think it feels more or less kinda timeless. The same certainly can’t be said for millennium! And yet, I’ve always liked millennium so much better; in fact, before just recently, when it became super endangered, I had never really sought out to photograph any script décor stores. It’s weird… I like it, but it’s definitely not one that I have much experience with or attachment to. I can see it and recognize it’s well done, but I don’t feel any excitement from it. Hence… perfectly inoffensive.
(Now granted, the rarer it’s become, the more I’ve grown to be excited about script. But you get my point – taken as a whole, it’s something I can appreciate, and even like, but it just doesn’t really do much for me, not like other décors anyway.)
(c) 2021 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)
I took a long drive north along highway #1. I spent most of my time watching the waves breaking against the rocks. This scene is a few miles north of Bodega Bay. Bodega Bay is where the Hitchcock movie "The Birds" was filmed.
One of my best moments from 2016:
1: I got up before the sun
2:This male fox was just amazing to see
3:natural habitat
4: Let me tell you why I am sharing this photo......
Today we ventured out to see some Eagles and had an awesome day, I have about 1200 shots to go through.
On the highway driving home I took off my gloves & panicked saying to Michelle "I think I lost my wedding ring" I have tight fitting gloves that I took off over the course of the day but was convinced that I may have lost it at our last stop when I was washing my hands. Sometimes I can be a pain in the ass.... After back tracking and looking everywhere (including digging through a bathroom garbage & crawling around in a parking lot) for this symbolic "thing" we headed home as it was dark. I thought my ring was in the same place Luis' car keys were and they had good company.
Not until I got home after the big search I reached into my small jacket pocket and found it. I'm an idiot, Michelle was great through the whole ordeal and said "don't worry about it it's just stuff we have our health & each other". She is awesome.
Needless to say I have had no time to go through my shots from today lol so into the vault I go for one of my fav moments of 2016.
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Then Jesus told His disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. — Luke 18:1
I find that line immensely encouraging. I’m grateful Scripture precedes the famous story of the “persistent widow” with that little comment. It’s encouraging because Jesus obviously understands that we all have reasons to give up. It’s encouraging because in the story He tells, it looks like nothing is working, not for a long time.
One of the reasons I love the Bible is because it is such an honest book.
How many Psalms are basically built around the question, “Where are you God? Why aren’t you doing something?”
My wife just called me into the living room. “I have disappointing news,” she said. Her eyes were moist. My stomach had that queasy oh no — what next? feeling. I braced myself. We’ve had several rounds of bad news this spring and I just don’t know how much more I can take right now. “The radiologist called and gave me the report.” I sat down and listened. It wasn’t what we were hoping for. It certainly wasn’t the report of healing we had been praying for over the course of the past seven months. My heart sank.
“But we prayed.”
I know we all have stories like this — stories of disappointment in prayer. We tried, we put our faith in God, but nothing seemed to change. It can be brutal on the heart and on our relationship with God. Prayer creates a terrible bind for us. We long to pray; it’s part of our nature. We long to see things change in our world. But then, when prayer doesn’t seem to work, it can really knock the wind out of you.
How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? — Psalm 13:1-2
Which brings us back to not giving up. Jesus urged us not to give up. But how? I’d like to try and offer a few words of encouragement.
First off, don’t go “global.” It’s an expression I use as a counselor to describe what happens when somebody is upset, and they go from the event that made them upset to everything makes them upset. You know how this works — you forget to feed the cat, and your wife or housemate is mad and they say, “You always forget to feed the cat. You forget to lock the door and you forget to mail the taxes and you….” They go global; they let one disappointment trigger them into “everything is disappointing” when in fact it’s just not true.
When Stasi gave me the bad news this morning I wanted to go global; in my disappointment I wanted to say, “Prayer doesn’t work. I’m done praying about everything.” When the truth is, we have seen stunning answers to prayer over the years, many answers to prayer. No — not all the time. But many times. Yet when my current prayers don’t seem to be working, I suddenly I forget all the answers I have seen over the years. I have to catch myself and remember what is true. This is in fact exactly what the Psalmist does, just a few lines later:
But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me. — Psalm 13:5-6
He reminds himself, “God does love me; He has been good to me.” This is heartbreaking, but this is not my total experience of God, not even close. Which brings me to my second lesson: I have to anchor myself in what is true: God is good. He cares immensely. He is involved. When disappointment strikes and my prayers seem to be bouncing off the ceiling, I simply must anchor my heart in these truths or will go down like a sinking ship.
Third, I want to stop and ask why — “why aren’t my prayers working, Lord? What is it I need to know?” Prayer is, after all, a conversation with God. It isn’t supposed to be speech-making, where we come in and have our say and leave before He can say anything in return. The one thing that has changed my prayer life more than any other is asking Jesus, “Lord, what do I pray here?” He can then re-direct my prayers in a far more helpful and effective direction.
Back to the story of the persistent widow — you’ll notice that it is a story about persevering in prayer. Most of the great biblical prayer stories are. How many times did it take Elijah to call down the promised rain? Not once; not twice; eight rounds of all-of-your-heart-soul-mind-and-strength prayer. In Acts chapter 12 James had been seized by Herod and executed. He then arrested Peter and put him in jail and the outcome looked the same. But the story shifts with the phrase,
But the church was praying very earnestly for him. — Acts 12:5
The Greek for “very earnestly” is the same description of the prayers of Jesus in Gethsemane. This is serious prayer. The text also indicates that the church is praying for Peter all night long.
And Peter is rescued.
In humility I don’t think we can begin to discuss the dilemma of “unanswered prayer” until we have learned to pray like the persistent widow, or Elijah, like the church in Acts 12.
One last thought for now: did you notice that the disciples asked Jesus to teach them how to pray:
Lord, teach us to pray. — Luke 11:1
It had never crossed my mind that prayer is something to be learned. I assumed it was more like sneezing — you just sort of did it, and God took care of the rest. A very naive view of prayer. You couldn’t get away with that attitude in your marriage, or career, not as a parent, or in anything you enjoy doing. Everything you value in your life you had to learn. And so it is with prayer, especially with prayer. This is our great secret weapon, friends. James says,
The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective. — James 5:16
If it is, I humbly accept that it is something I want to be trained in.
I understand disappointment in prayer, I really do. I also understand there is nothing my enemy would love more than for me to give up praying. And so I return to the Psalms, and I let them express my heart: both “how long, O Lord?” and “But I trust in Your unfailing love” for You have been good to me. And back to my knees I go.
Original devotional written for Devotional Daily by John Eldredge, author of Moving Mountains, copyright John Eldredge, 2016
1) I don't need to take and post every picture on Fickr.
2) Most of the pictures I don't like - are the ones people like the most
3) Always remind myself to enjoy taking photos for me-not just for Flickr--
those always turn out the bests (smiles)
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I am a registered Operator and Flyer and have passed the CAA theory test for sub 250g drones with camera.
Week 21 — Outtake #1
I wasn't going to post this image. I've been looking at it all weekend, thinking that I love it, but that I hate the fact that I look... chubby. And I know it's mostly due to the position, but it still irked me. So I held it. I actually photoshopped it out, but I erased that shot from my hard drive almost immediately. This was actually supposed to be the main shot and I kept it because of the perceived fat, and that bothered me.
I've always been the skinniest girl in the class. I was that one girl people asked 'why don't you eat?'. I did, but I never gained weight, so I was always a walking stick. My body changed, though, and now that I've gained a little bit of extra weight (and really, I'm not even at the 50kg mark. I'm still in bordering on malnutrition, according to the WHO), I actually like it. I'm more round, I have hips and legs that don't resemble sticks. I have curves, and while they might be modest, I love feeling this feminine, this womanly. I don't feel like a kid anymore, and despite the fact that it scares me a little bit, deep down I like this. So I should just enjoy it, right? Not be concerned about the judgement the world might pass on me, for not having a BMI of 16.
So this is my statement. I love my body and the way it's shaped, I love having curves and feeling desirable, for once. And everyone else should do the same. :)
As a sidenote, I'd just like to dedicate this shot to my meditation teacher, Jorge Angelino, who's been so wonderful to me throughout this year. Thank you for your patience, for being there and for being so incredibly fun to be around! I wish you many, many years filled with happiness and fun! Happy birthday!
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I've Been Tagged By Cool Qatar To Write 10 Things I Hate ...
1 - I Hate Seafood :S
2 - I Hate Copycats
3 - I Hate Animals And Insects :O
4 - I Hate It When People Use Me As A Pillow -_-"
5 - I Hate It When Grown Up Girls Act Childish
6 - I Hate Girls Who Wear Way Too Much Make Up :S
7 - I Hate The Wooden Stick The Doctor Shoves Down Your Throat @@
8 - I Hate It When I Get To My Destination And My Favourite Song Starts
9 - I Hate People Who Read Out Loud What They're Typing In An Email Or Letter
1O - I Hate It When A Student Reminds The Teacher About Tests Or Quizzes :@
I Tag ♕ P i η k ч 'ω i n k ч & ♥ Ñuncã Ðéjele Van™ ~ (A) :P
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Well, it has been quite a year!
Some really fun times and really great people!
A few interesting things that happened this year...
1. I went to two LEGO conventions, BFAL and BFVA! Both were a total blast! I got to meet so many awesome builders and saw some incredible builds!
2. I competed in an IRON BUILDER, with my bro against two of the greatest builders in the LEGO universe. Congrats again Sean and Steph!
3. I entered a bunch of great contests and hosted one of my own.
4. I built over 100+ creations and minifigs throughout the year!
Less then last year, but still decent. ;)
5. This year, Steven and I were interviewed by LEGO Club TV, Beyond the Brick and Brickjournal magazine!
6. Most popular MOC this year: Orðlokarr Castle, followed closely by
7. I started the year with less then 700,000 views.
I've ended with 3,500,000+ !
:D Favorites, comments and views have jumped considerably. Despite the terrible new Flickr layouts.
#IronBuilderEffect
Thanks to everyone for the truly awesome year!
Here's to a great 2014!
Have a blessed day!
~Mark
PS, Last year's collage. www.flickr.com/photos/mark-of-falworth/8328575406/
Ok ... This morning when I read the theme for FGR and TRP I just thought I had to do them both . Because I love to costume myself, and because I Love coffee.
I thought about all day long to find something funny to shoot and came up with this: When you're to late to take both a shower AND a coffee : the best way is to do both at the same time.
:D
This is a little tribute to Sergio who did a " I love Milk " a few years ago ...
so :
TRP : Formal Wear
FGR: you and your coffee
TOTW Drawn on ... with coffee ... ok, that's not a drawing ... does it count ?
As I've been tagged by Kat , here is 10 facts about me ...
#1: I don't like my nose
#2: I love to writte letters. I'd like to find a few more pen pals , but I'm to shy to ask
#3: I'm writting a book... I've already been published ... for poetry ... :)
#4: I love watching baseball on the TV ... ( I'm from belgium ... baseball is not really well-known around here... )
#5: Quality's better than quantity ... especially when it comes to friends ... I've a few one ... But I could ask them anything
#6: I could get lost in my own garden. It's I don't have big garden.
#7: I love Junk Food. Domino Pizza, Burger King, ...
#8: ... but I'm a good cook ... I mean really ... French/italian cooking
#9: I want to buy an Island ... I'm saving ... already have 23$ ... 4 999 977$ to go !
#10: I love tv shows. I've watched all the episode of one season in a row more than once ... I'm just addicted to Tv Shows ... ( 4400, 24, Eleventh Hour, X-Files, Fringe, Battle Star Galactica )
here you go !
The 10 people I tagged :
and you should better check them out ... they are amazing :)
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Going through old pictures again from a time when it wasn't -12f out.
Explore #71
I'm going to post my 16 facts on here since I deleted the other photo they were on.
I got tagged a while ago by Kcel. So here it goes my 16 facts
1) I can read French and find myself thinking in it (yet in French class I have no idea what the teacher is saying)
2) I have loved Europe since I was in second grade especially France and UK (I don't even think I knew it was called Europe then)
3) I love shopping especially at urban outfitters, ikea, and target (like you couldn't guess this one)
4) I haven't always loved photography, yet for some reason I used to get at least one camera every Christmas (my first camera was a pink and green barbie Polaroid which still works)
5) I have an obsession with cell phones, I'm on my 5th (I just recently traded my voyager for the google g1)
6) In my room I hide candy everywhere, and never eat it (I still have Halloween candy :x)
7) It's snowing here right now (of course it has to snow on the weekend)
8) I have wanted to be a singer, actress, fashion designer, game designer, graphic designer, interior designer, photographer in that order. (at least I've stuck with the art theme)
9) I don't listen to the same music my friends do, I tend to like European artist (my current favorites are Ting Tings, Peter Bjorn and John, Santogold, and Goldfrapp)
10) Speaking of Goldfrapp this is my favorite music video ever (I must of watched it over 100 times by now)
11) I love the west coast of America especially California (although I've only been twice)
12) I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't do drugs and I never plan to. (I think it's really sad when 12 year olds are doing it)
13) My favorite food ever is Strawberries (I have a weird taste for the white unripped ones)
14) I could play the sims for hours, my friends all think I'm crazy for doing that (what can I say controlling people's lives is fun! ahaha)
15) I hate the suspicion in scary movies and when I'm watching then I'm usually in beetle position (I just saw the unborn last night I was using a napkin to block out the screen...and I was holding my friends arm)
16) I just spent 30 minutes doing this (now it's time to tag people...suckas)
i was tagged again by www.flickr.com/photos/raindrop-photography/rel= . she is an amazing photographer, and a great person...
to see the sprinkles better... View On Black
1. i don't know what i want to be when i grow up... whenever that might happen. though i will keep photography as a hobbie no matter what.
2. my music selection is vast. Jack Johnson, Tobymac, The Beatles, Led Zepplin, Aerosmith, James Taylor, Earth Wind & Fire, Journey, Bruce Cockburn, Donovan Frankenreiter... the list keeps going
3. i love stargazing in the summer.
4. i don't drink soda... with the exception of one... Cactus Cooler. it originated in So. Cal. so i don't get it where i live. only when i go to my aunts or gma's house for vacation
5. My favorite Beatle is George Harrison. but i love them all so much it is hard to choose.
6. i love to antique shop, old stuff is so intriguing.
7. i am the type of person arrives early, even if i plan to arrive late. it is weird, i get it from my father
8. As a child i loved chocolate sprinkles and i would sneek into the pantry to eat them... i still love chocolate sprinkles... though i don't secretly eat them any more.
9. i love people. i seriously can't think of anyone that i hate...
10. i might climb to the top of Half Dome this summer... again. i did it when i was ten, and my mother carried me up there when she was pregnant. haha. it is so tough though... 17 miles, takes about 10-12 hours, evelation gain of 4,800' from valley floor... scary huh? i don't know if i'm strong enough... i might just try to climb to the top of the waterfall instead.
wow. i wrote a lot... sorry...
anyways
Reason to be happy #8... cupcakes.... yum. :P
btw, my second explore! wow, you guys are to awesome! Ranked #296... hahaha
Walk around less than 1 mile from my house with my lovely OLYMPUS OM-Spot Program and the G-Zuiko auto-S 50mm f1.4 off my OM-2. Loaded was 11/2007 outdated HP5 + from the Widow of a Camera Club Mate and I processed it in Home-Made ID11 formula 1+1 -- I find the ILFORD TIMES for 'D76' more accurate than their 'ID11' .
Photography is not about capturing all the beautiful things in life its everything about life... it makes even the not so beautiful things look nice. (opinions may differ)--Gaurav Kulkarni
Critiques are welcome, so please...
This one is such a contrast to my earlier shot
SHOT SETUP :-
1.I broke this glass early morning.thought i could use it somewhere.
2.The black liquid is honey.
3.Found this rose in my society garden.Thought of placing it in that glass.
4.Dried leaf and mud from the house garden.
5.The dirty stuff from corners of the building :)
6.Found the Dead spider also in the house garden.
7.I know the execution is not as great.
THANKS ALL MY FRIENDS FOR YOUR COMMENTS,SUGGESTIONS,CRITIQUES.
THEY ARE ALL APPRECIATED.
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