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This is a gift for my girlfriend, first instant camera I bought in my life, Fujifilm Cheki instax mini 25.
BXL_25 [20 points]
Even the chique neighbourhoods of Brussels are invaded as well!
Street view: click here
Date of invasion: unknown (Estimation: March 2012, first seen on Flickr on 18/03/2012 by _Kriebel_)
[Visited this space invader in person 4 days after first appearance on Flickr/internet]
Day 25 of 365 self portrait. Wardrobe remix
Boots - Italian
velour leopard pants - Carole Little
khaki shirt - Mountain Tek
black cami
safari hat -Impercork France
zebra necklace
Totally thirfted
Not quite what it seems. This is 25219 having failed on the 12.25 Crewe to Cardiff on 3rd August 1979 and having had assistance provided by 25216 (left), see picture elsewhere.
I took this picture at Hereford as I was surprised that 219 originally had gangway doors and 216 didn't. This was explained by them having been built in different batches of course.
STM 25-234, a 2005 Nova Bus LFS, is seen signed up as route 777 Le Casino at Terminus Macdonald in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue. This bus was retrofitted with new cooling fans.
This photo was inspired today by me setting a butterfly free from a cobweb.
I love moths. more then butterfies. probably something to do with being obsessed with the christina aguilera video "fighter'
Farming is a 24/7/365 job, and just like the Luke Bryan song says, "Rain is a Good Thing".... irrigation works too!
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take 'em into town
Start washin' all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing
-Luke Bryan
Parque Quinta de los Molinos, Madrid / Spain
© 2012 All rights reserved by Félix Abánades , Downloading and using without permission is illegal.
Todos los derechos reservados. La descarga y uso de las fotos sin permiso es ilegal.
Este jardín fue propiedad del conde de Torre Arias. En el año 1920 lo regala al arquitecto alicantino César Cort Botí, que era profesor de Urbanismo en la Escuela de Arquitectura así como concejal del Ayuntamiento. Éste construyó un jardín de tipo mediterráneo. A su muerte, el parque quedó semiabandonado.
En septiembre de 1980 y tras un convenio con la Gerencia Municipal de Urbanismo, se cede al Ayuntamiento de Madrid tres cuartas partes de las 28,7 hectáreas de la propiedad original, permitiendo que el resto del parque fuera de uso residencial.
Descripción del Parque
Con una extensión de 25 hectáreas, el parque incluye grandes extensiones de arbolado, en el que se puede encontrar una gran cantidad de especies (olivos, pinos, eucaliptos) aunque la estrella del parque son los almendros, que florecen en febrero, ofreciendo un fantástico espectáculo.
También se halla, en el extremo norte del parque, un palacete de comienzos del siglo XX, con zonas de jardín con flores y extensiones de césped. También hay un estanque, un molino y el edificio conocido como Casa del Reloj, actualmente en rehabilitación. El parque está recorrido por multitud de caminos de tierra, además de un camino pavimentado, bordeado por grandes plátanos, que lleva desde la entrada principal, en la calle Alcalá, hasta el palacete.
A string of six Montana Rail Link SD70ACe units sitting on the ready track at the Helena, Montana yard on June 14, 2007. That's 25,800 HP right there. Them's a lot of horses...
Canon EOS 350D Digital Rebel XT
Tamron 75-300mm lens
A tribal mask with many eyes. All the better to see through you!
Get one here:
www.shapeways.com/model/1170503/25-eyes.html
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© stuart wade
Assignment: PCA25 - A moment in time
Deadline: May 4, 2008
Image Tag: pca25
From: bowtoo
The camera makes it possible to freeze motion or to show movement by blurring parts of an image.
This week, use your camera to capture a transient moment in time. Use burst mode shutter release at high shutter speeds or a very slow shutter speed to emphasize the motion.
Extra credit if you choose a subject where there is a delicate balance in the chosen shutter speed. The best examples I can think of for this delicate balance is photographing airplanes or
racing cars - where shooting too fast will spoil the sense of speed (freeze the propellor, or the wheels) and too slow will lose the detail on the subject itself.
Baseball, lacrosse, birds diving into lakes, waterfalls or the moment in time when a light bulb filament burns out are all good candidates... so go out and capture something that you will be proud to print and hang on your wall.
WIT: I have been wanting to take this picture with my wide angle lens. It took a little bit a waiting to get all the rides spinning at the same time. Was planning to do this on my way back from a photo walk in Tokyo and run out of battery so had to go home, charge it and go back...1h30 wasted because of my carelessness:). Also tried different shutter speed to find the one i liked the most (here 1.3sec, more and it was too bright and less well too dark.)
Taken in Yokohama, Cosmo World Minato Mirai
33 stories high and has 571 residential suites and a small commercial component on first and second floors. The building provides an excellent amenities such as 24 hours concierge and security, state of the art exercise facilities, lounge, billiard room, outdoor private "skypark", recreation room, sauna and more.
St. Lawrence
Toronto
I was tagged about forty times, so here it is. This is long. Don't feel you have to read it.
1.) I am opinionated and impassioned. The goal is not to get you to agree. It’s to get you to understand why I feel the way I do. When we understand the motivations of others, we create empathy; when we don’t, we create fear and hatred.
2.) I loathe litterbugs. I once chased a pickup truck, on foot, down the street to hand a man the Styrofoam cup he threw out the window while he was sitting at a red light.
3.) I yell a lot. I grew up with yelling, and I believe it’s just habit—and part of my impassioned behavior. My therapist told me I should wash the kitchen floor every time I yelled, and that worked for a few days. Sometimes I yell and don’t realize I’m yelling. And when my voice is loud, sometimes I’m not really yelling; I’m just opining passionately. I have come to believe, though, that I yell because I am in constant pain. Before my back, it was my hands and my head. And after my back, it will be my hands and my head.
4.) I have many regrets. I beat myself up over things I’ve done wrong, instead of just righting them. I am still mad at myself for taking forty-five years to write a book. And I will never forgive myself for not joining another band in the early eighties, right after mine broke up. I still want to be a rock star—even more than I wanted to be a book writer—despite the fact that I am a mediocre singer and a lousy performer.
5.) I am terrified about the publication of my book. Even though someone I interviewed wasn’t nice to me, I really tried to make him look good and remain true to his character. But I fear he will hate me.
6.) I am sure it sounds snooty to say this, but I think my poetry is along the lines of great. And I believe we should all have one thing that we believe we do so well that we’d call it great.
7.) I hate dancing in public. I sometimes dance as craziness in private, but I have no rhythm.
8.) I very much dislike farting. (See number 9.)
9.) As is the case with most pregnant women, my sense of smell became heightened when I was pregnant, but it never went back to normal. I once called BGE to report a gas leak. The guy said it was like a .02 leak, and he couldn’t figure out how I smelled it, but when he fixed it, the smell went away. In a clothing store, I asked if there had been a fire, and no one smelled what I smelled. Finally, the owner of the store came from the second floor with a box. The warehouse where the clothing was stored had recently had a fire. I could smell it on the new clothes, even though they’d all been cleaned.
This is one reason I hate farts. And sweaty armpits.
10.) I have never injected anything, but I have experimented with dozens of drugs. I grew up to be such a control freak that even pharmaceuticals scare me.
11.) I am afraid of dying. I see myself falling down the stairs in my house, which makes my problem particularly horrifying.
12.) I used to think that I was mildly attractive and could even make myself look beautiful if I tried. But I now think that I am fat and old and ugly. My nose is too big, and my skin looks old. I sometimes look in the mirror and cry. Most of the time, though, I just don’t look in the mirror. Sometimes the first time I see myself in days is when I process a self-portrait.
13.) I am a hypochondriac who really has stuff wrong.
14.) Though I never think about him, I adore Michael J. Fox. He helped me quit smoking by coming to me in a dream and refusing to allow me to light up. We were both lying on the beach. When he dies, I will cry a lot.
15.) I don’t cut people enough slack.
16.) I like to have my back scratched. I like it second, above every physical pleasure besides orgasms.
17.) My favorite gift to receive is a spa facial. And I so need that right now, along with an eyebrow wax and a hair dye.
18.) My favorite meal—even better than prime rib from The Prime Rib—is a Caesar salad, pizza, birthday cake, and beer.
19.) The people I have wanted to meet most in my life, living or dead, are Oscar Wilde, Frank O’Hara, and David Bowie.
20.) My girl crush is Brandi Carlile.
21.) I have never, ever, ever seen a live comedy show. The closest I came was front row at a David Sedaris reading. I laughed so hard I nearly vomited. Except for that, I loved it.
22.) I am currently talking with a friend about forming a band and playing at a local nightclub.
23.) I am enthralled by crows. I fantasize about being surrounded by them.
24.) I am an atheist. I am also Jewish, but I think of it as an ethnicity, like Russian.
25.) I have seen ghosts twice in my life. Once, my husband saw the same ghost at the same time. It was our cat, Mitch, out by the garage. Marty turned and said, “Did you see that?” I had.
P.S.
26.) I HATE when people tell me to smile. (And I hate even more when I tell people that I hate it when they make a lame joke like, "When you say that, smile."
27.) I hate when people put stuff on my sofa. It's bad enough Jennifer König and my sister sit on it and fart. But I hate that their feet are on it. And I hate that my husband puts stuff on it—like coats or books or anything. It's velvet and was $2,000, and the velvet holds impressions of everything that sits on it.
So get that book off the pillow, König.
:-)
Mother Abir with daughter Rita. Triplets Rita (girl with bow), Therese (girl in gingham) and Elie (boy in grey). Caritas (and the UN) paid for the babies to be cared for in hospital for two months after they were born 10 weeks premature. All three children pulled through and are now chubby and healthy 13-month-olds. Their parents Abir and her husband Tony have been in Lebanon since 2011 and the destruction of their home town Qusair. Now they live in a disused ground floor room in a building in an industrial zone in the town of Zahle. Tabitha Ross/Caritas