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De nieuwe CONNEXXION FLIRT´s 5038 en 5039 getrokken door Strukton loc 303001 bij aankomst in Amersfoort op spoor 10.
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● a state of mind consisting of pure sensation of emotion without cognitive content;
Just starting to open and looking lovely in this mornings light.
I chose them because Shirley was my mums name but I had to smile to myself today because mum was very superstitious and would not have liked to be no. 13! Sorry Mum!
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Our guide introduced us to a man named Jorge, who was born and raised in Comuna 13. At 26 years old, Jorge’s community drastically changed for the better throughout his childhood. Jorge took us around his Comuna 13 and with the help of our guide’s translations, told us how this neighborhood used to be the most dangerous area of Medellín. And since Medellín was also once known as the most dangerous city in the world, saying Comuna 13 was rough is an understatement.
During the tour, we learned in the mid 2000s, the government stepped in and began helping Comuna 13, but that was only after a 2002 government raid to rid the area of insurgent groups reportedly left hundreds of civilians injured, dozens missing and an unknown number dead, according to Colombia Reports.
Jorge did not dwell on this incident, instead choosing to explain how families later received new roofs, new houses and community centers as part of the government initiative to improve the area. Six sets of escalators were also installed beginning in 2012, so the area’s 3,000 residents had an easier time moving around the neighborhood. Once you start walking around the steep Comuna 13, you’ll understand how these elevators really improved the quality of life for residents.
Another shot of model Shuky taken in Oxford a couple of weeks ago. Quite a few more of these to come so hopefully no-ones getting bored yet.......
Still rather out of my comfort zone shooting people but that a good reason to do more of it. If anyone is interested in sparing a couple of hours in return for some images feel free to get in touch. Of course it would be helpful if you were based somewhere in the Oxford area.
Plenty more from the various model shoots I've been involved in within my portraits set : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/albums/72157601321043616
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hi guys! i just got back from upnorth(: since I missed a day in my 365 photo project, i am not going to keep going from where i left off, im going to go by what day i should be on(: i just want to end on the day i started... yesterdays shot is in comments!!! i might be uploading a video later too♡
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Operator: Coastal Red Ltd
Fleet Number: 13
Registration: YJ07VSM
Body/Chassis: Optare X1200 Tempo
Chassis No: SABMWTAS07L280086
Seating: B39F
New: July 2007
Ex: The Trent Motor Traction Company Ltd
Livery: lynx
Date: Saturday 11th November 2017
Location: Lynn Road, Ingoldisthorpe
Route: 35 (Kings Lynn via Dersingham then direct)
Acte 13: A Rather Rude Happening
The thug with a rather wicked knife speaks abruptly with an all too loud and clear, demanding tone of voice.
“All right let’s have you lot all get out, on this side!”
We slide over along leather seats, one by one we slipped to the ground unaided.
As we form a line,
the knife holder speaks again.
“let’s see some hands up now, that’s the ticket”
We all reluctantly obey...as he continued on. Though he was masked, I had the uncanny feeling his mouth was turned up into a happy sneer.
“Alright ducklings, and gentlemen, attend.”
His eyes traveled along the row of hapless victims.
“Let me explain how this goes. Foirst, for or those of you that haven’t figured this out yet, you’re being robbed!”
For some reason, he was staring at me as he said this. I was too scared to feel insulted at that.
He went on ...
“Second, What we want from youse is the sparkly things you birds are wearing. Real ,fake , sentimental, don’t matter and don’t argue the point, this is not a negotiation and our boss here ( he motioned to the gent standing mute by the long black car blocking the road ) has very little patience.
No time of ours will be wasted by balking, pleading or squeaking, or you will feel the prick of my blade soon enough!”
He lifted up his knife.
Any attempts at dashing and my lad here will fire, not to kill, but to bring you to the ground. Fully cooperate and we will be out gone in minutes and your all free to continue on about your business... Obey, and you won’t be feeling his wrath. “
He nodded again to the mute smoking gent who remained at his spot.
The thug with the knife was now eyeing us all up and down as we limply looked on...
“Now Nod those pretty heads of years that you understand me!”
We all unhappily complied.
Earrings erupting from the darkness, sparkling fire as we all sadly nodded in obedience
The boss man meanwhile had knocked out the ashes from his pipe had serenely come over.
Pointing the long end of his brier pipe towards my brother, motioned him to follow.
Reaching the long black car, my brother was frisked, pockets searched. He was relieved of the Rolex, his cufflinks and wallet.
The boss nodded to the thug with the pistol.
The thug came over, stuck his pistol into my brother's ribs, and made him walk to the side of the road. He was then made to sit down against an old wytch elm tree.
The pistol holding thug then walked back to join his companion.
They both walked to the end of our line, standing in front of a stone-faced Scarlette.
The knife welder spoke to Scarlett in a snarky, unforgiving tone of voice.
“Hand over your purse, miss.”
She reluctantly obeyed, holding it out. Shaking just a bit.
Meanwhile, the thug doing all the talking had snapped his switch knife shut with a flick of his wrist, and then ripped the purse from Scarlette’s fingers.
My eyes were on my brother who was squirming in rage. But he smartly obeyed and stayed put.
I then turned my head snd watched with Kathleen at my side, as Scarlette’s purse, now opened by the thug, was held being held out and filled piece by piece with the jewellery she was removing from her wilting person.
Actually as I had looked over at my companions, I just saw Scarlett handing over her rings, she had that quickly already removed her necklace snd earrings.
The purse holder even complimented her on her quick compliance, as he snapped her purse shut and handed it to his companion to Pocket.
Looking Scarlette in the eyes before turning his attention on Kathleen, the rogue said in his snarky tone...
“Well played lady. Now youse two pretty ladies best follow suit!”
They then approached Kathleen who was looking at them sheepishly.
Her whole figure trembling as she handed over her purse and began to copy cat Scarlette’s routine.
They whistled in satisfactory unison as she began to undo her obscenely glittery diamond choker.
This rather pissed Kathleen off, and she showed it as she threw the necklace inside her purse.
“Take it, easy lady, the boss doesn’t like it when dames show emotions...” the purse holder clicked at Kathleen
she sternly looked at the purse holder while tugging off each of her earrings and emotionally placed them down inside her purloined purse.
She did the same with each of her dazzling twin bracelets and then finally her brace of rings as she tugged them off. Stepping back as the last ring was thrown inside
The man holding the pistol pointed it closer to Kathleen.
The thug holding her purse took the cue and snarled eagerly his, voice dripping with anticipation...
“Let’s not forget your hairpiece miss. Unless you want me to take it off you!
Kathleen, who had honestly forgotten, shook her head no, then reached up and with anger induced fumbling of her fingers, managed to undo the diamond piece holding up her silky hair, and unhappily added it to the poke.
“That’s a good Lass!”
The man said as he snapped close her purse.
Then they both looked at me, already smirking over what they had collected from the other two.
Happily, they said to me with menacing smirks...”
“Okay now blue jay, your turn for the plucking!”
I could feel my lips quivering as he beckoned for me to hand over my purse.
With a scared Docility, I limply handed it overseeing it shimmering in his evil-looking black-gloved hands, he opened it up.
“Quickly luv .” The one holding my purse said in a softer tone.
I obediently reached behind my neck and unclasped my necklace. then lowered the ends of glittery diamond-encrusted thing sadly into my purse.
My earrings( sorry, Mildred’s borrowed earrings )were next and they pulled off easily from my now sweat glistening earlobes.
I held up my wrist, and as they whistled in applause at its sparkling show, located the clasp, unsnapped my bracelet, and let it sadly drop down on top of the already glistening pile inside.
I was becoming very nervous as they watched me with their hungry eyes.
I pulled off both rings as he eagerly watched and plopped them inside. The hairpiece also miss, then it will be all over
I obediently reached up behind my head and worked the diamond-encrusted headband Lose... Feeling my now loosened silky hair fall swishing down over my shoulders.
I shivered, happy for the warm mink wrap I was still wearing.
As my purse was pocketed, the pair were now looking back at their still stationary boss.
Hulleys Optare Solo M995SR WK11APY (13) seen as it heads through Carsington with the 09:35 Ashbourne to Matlock 110.
The Matlock to Ashbourne corridor reverted to its hourly pre-Covid timetable in September, seeing the reintroduction of long-suspended service 111 which had been covered by a less frequent catch-all 110. A Solo and an Enviro 200 have been outshopped in route-specific livery however usage appears patchy, and both of the main two vehicles today were fleet livery Solos. The former Western Greyhound and Blue Bus example depicted is the only SR in the fleet and arrived in March as a replacement for an older Solo which had been written off.