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Hunslet Austerity 0-6-0 198 runs round its train at Wootton in preparation for a service for Smallbrook Junction.
Despues de una increible racha de Explore... no me lo creo ni yoo... una foto de archivo!
Una sesion de fotos viejita... la verdad que ayer la pase super pero aun no puedo mostrarles nada hasta la fiesta de la niña. Ahora me voy para el casamiento de Laura y Matias... mañana algo les voy a mostrar :)
Un besote amigos!! Y feliz finde!
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I couldn't help doing it. One more experiment with feathers, a waterdrop and light.
Too jazzy?
I remember these days when I was a kid and got handed a surprise bag *sigh
Me: Addy, what's in the surprise box I bought to fit in today's photo theme?
Adelaide-Skye: I thought you bought it to reminisce about your childhood
Me: *Shush! What's in the box?
Adelaide-Skye: Cool stuff! The highlighter you always forget to buy. A green Wubba and a stuffed smile would make a great pillow.
Ulla Parker==
The New York Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children (NYSPCC) - Food & Wine Gala==
November 14, 2016==
©Patrick McMullan==
Photo - Jared Siskin/PMC==
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198 leaves the depot for its school run, from Cardinal Newman High on the 286 to Dallam, 17 September 2019.
I sometimes find it odd that a friendship formed between Jesse and I. I hold grudges quite deeply. I met Jesse my first day of highschool. I was in Math 8, and he introduced himself by charlie-horsing me. That continued for several days until he was finally moved to another class. I’m not sure I ever forgave him, but we are friends now after years of change for the both of us. He cut his hair, changed his personality a bit, started dating someone, became vegan and became much healthier. I became more surly.
Jesse didn’t grow up here. He’s originally from Everett, just north of Seattle, Washington. He had to leave after a problem with his father, and while it may be unfortunate I’m selfishly glad as it gave me the chance to meet him. For this photo we actually traveled all the way back to the house he grew up in in Everett. It was curious hearing him recount details of his old neighbourhood, who lived where, what happened when, why it all happened. It was if I was, while slightly removed, experiencing someone else’s memories. This photo, to me, feels as though it expresses all the confusion of the change mixed together with the broken memories of ten years ago for him. It was curious to see him so unwillingly at ease.