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Scania LB 141 6x4 double drive 150T heavy haulage tractor unit from 1978
Seen at the 2021 Peterborough Truckfest
03.04.11
A selfie! I don't normally like them but I was home alone and didn't feel silly taking them :P
This is a dress I got for my recital! As pledges (trainees) of a professional music fraternity, we're supposed to team up and put a recital together where we perform a bunch of pieces for an audience. Ours is next week and I got this dress for it :) So exciting! I can't wait!
Day 507- These birds are so beautiful with the multi-colors on their feathers. This one was mad at the doves that were hanging out eating all of "his" bird seed.
Week 15/52: Square
Week 15 between five 52 projects, and here I am, with self-portrait number 15 (arguably)... the girl who doesn't like to be in front of the camera... Well, to be fair, I did take more than 40 shots, until I was “satisfied” (read “tired, I’ll just choose something”).
I don’t know how I feel about this one. I think I love it and I hate it in equal proportions, and I don’t even understand why. At least I remembered to paint my nails before the shoot. I guess I’m learning. The grid shadow was obtained by putting my phone’s flashlight behind my bike’s basket. Hey, everything for “art”, am I right?
Taken (from the passenger seat!) while driving my boyfriend to the airport for HIS trip home for the holidays. Last year we both left for home on the same day, so this year we were lucky to overlap by about 1.5 days between me arriving and him leaving.
(Dec. 19 2011)
1998-Burkina Faso."Un niño siempre puede enseñar tres kosas a un adulto: a ponerse kontento sin motivo, a estar siempre okupado kon algo y a saber exigir kon todas sus fuerzas aquéllo que desea".
The weather was perfect today. I biked to church in a dress. Sat in the pew for a while afterwards, waiting for the crowd to leave, hoping for some quiet. Instead, I was visited by friends and strangers alike, one by one and then in groups, everybody with a different story, a different reason for stopping by, none of them knowing just how their presence was soothing my strange, lonely heart.
Eventually I got my silence. I shed some quiet tears by the altar, under the organ pipes, the words of a friend's sermon echoing softly: "It's okay that we don't understand."
I came home to an apartment hot with sunshine. I lay down for a moment, just a moment, to catch my breath and collect all the tears I'd scattered that morning... and then I awoke three hours later, not sure what day it was, half-convinced it was Monday morning: a fateful, wonderful, utterly problematic afternoon nap.
In the hours since, I've biked to yoga, bought groceries, watered the plants, took my photo, cooked quinoa for tomorrow, made a salad, washed and put away all the dishes.
And I will never fall asleep tonight. And I don't think I'm sorry.
The wind in my hair as my bike coasted down the hill towards the river, under a canopy of branches heavy with new leaves... worth it, a million times over.