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Thanks to Ardcarne Garden Center for letting me take photos of their gorgeous Crocuses
THE SONG OF THE CROCUS FAIRIES
Crocus of yellow, new and gay;
Mauve and purple, in brave array;
Crocus white Like a cup of light,--
Hundreds of them are smiling up,
Each with a flame in its shining cup,
By the touch of the warm and welcome sun.
Opened suddenly. Spring's begun!
Dance then, fairies, for joy, and sing
The song of the coming again of Spring.
By: Cicely Mary Barker lair2000.net/fairy_spring_poems/spring_poems/crocus.html--
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia -- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocus
Crocus (plural: crocuses, croci) is a genus of flowering plants in the iris family comprising 90 species of perennials growing from corms. Many are cultivated for their flowers appearing in autumn, winter, or spring
Crocuses are the most popular of the late-winter/early spring bulbs. Widely available and easy to grow, they are the first blossoms of spring and offer a wide range of colours.
More information -- home.howstuffworks.com/crocus.htm
Description of a crocus: The cup-shaped flowers of the crocus are upward-facing and come in a vast array of shades, from white to golden yellow to deep purple to tricolour, and may be attractively striped. The flowers appear from late winter to early spring, depending on the variety and the local climate, over grass like leaves with a white central stripe. Fall-blooming crocuses produce their flowers without any foliage; the leaves appear in spring. Crocus flowers open fully only on sunny days.
2013 Morgan 3-Wheeler
A World War I Sopwith Camel fighter plane, a motorcycle or a mini sports car? Well, I guess the exhilarating experience of driving the Morgan 3-wheeler encompasses a bit of all three machines.
Go on, slip on your WW I leather flying jacket and pull down your flight goggles.
Climbing into the driver's seat is a gymnastic maneuver not without peril. If the car has just been running, take care not to burn your calf on the hot exhaust pipes that run along the sides of the body. If you successfully avoid these hazards, the gear lever awaits to ambush your pant leg. Persist -- it's worth it. Once snugly planted in the supple leather seat, buckle up the harness straps over your shoulders and look for the starter button lurking behind a little hinged safety latch which Morgan calls, the "bomb release" cover. With the parking brake set, the clutch pressed in and the gear selector in the neutral position, make a “pre-flight” check of the Spartan array of instrument panel gauges. Ready to crank? Firmly press the starter button........
The 2.0-liter 'X-Wedge' V-twin from Wisconsin bike-engine maker S&S shudders to life with a typical chugga-chug-chugga idle of a big twin. Rated at 80 horsepower at the rear wheel (around 90 at the flywheel) the S & S V-twin may not seem to be much of a threat. Sure, 80 hp isn't normally the stuff of eye-watering performance, but your eyes do water, in part because of the wind buffeting your face, but also because a speed of 60 mph feels like 80, or 100. It can only be imagine what its 115 mph estimated top speed feels like. Bare in mind the whole car weighs less than 1200 pounds. Morgan claims a 0-60 mph time of under six seconds. What makes this so exhilarating is, you drive on a generous plateau of torque, relishing its instant, eager, tuneful response to the slightest movement of the throttle pedal.
The little Morgan 3 Wheeler’s torque peaks at 3250 rpm, and it's not that short of violent at full song, so output is smoothed by rubber cushions before being passed to a five-speed gearbox cribbed from a Mazda MX-5 Miata, via a belt to a bevel drive to the rear wheel. No need for a differential when there's just one rear wheel. Under that beetle-backed sheetmetal, the rear wheel is suspended on a bike-type swing arm, and wears an automotive 175/55, 16-inch tire. Nakedly on view to the world, the front suspension is a double wishbone setup fitted with 19-inch tires only 3.5 inches wide.
The frame is tubular steel, and what little bodywork it carries is aluminum sheet. The instruments sit in beautiful aircraft-style modular weatherproof housings. Switches and the column stalk are milled aluminum.
The history is convoluted but charming. Starting a decade ago, Pete Larsen, of Liberty Motors in Seattle, Washington (that’s in the U.S.A. btw) almost single-handedly developed a machine inspired by the vintage Morgan 3-wheelers. Word got back to Charles Morgan, grandson of founder HFS Morgan. He loved the thing, and took the design back home to England for extensive development. Liberty is now one of the U.S. distributors. But why revive the Morgan 3 Wheeler at all? As a practical everyday car, it's basically useless. You might think that since it's a skeletal lightweight, it would be best classified as the kind of car writers tend to call a "track-day weapon." Not so. Four-wheelers would run rings around you through any corner.
Instead, where this car weaves its profoundly magical spell is in turning an ordinary road drive -- at sane road speeds -- into something involving, memorable, and exhilarating. A happy time indeed for you, and those who see you.
Base price ........................ $45,000 (MT est)
Vehicle layout .............. Front-engine, RWD, 2-pass, 0-door, roadster
Engine ...................... 2.0L/80-hp/103 lb-ft DOHC 4-valve V-twin (mfr est)
Transmission ................... 5-speed manual (Mazda MX-5)
Curb weight ................. 1200 lbs (MT est)
Wheelbase ................................. 94.0 in
Length x width x height ......... 127.0 x 55.9 x 39.4 in
0-62 mph ............... 6.0 seconds (mfr est)
EPA city/hwy fuel econ .................. N/A
CO2 emissions ................................. N/A
Para-phrased from Two Cylinders, No Doors, and Absolutely Irresistible
By Paul Horrell | August 14, 2012
Source: www.motortrend.com/roadtests/convertibles/1208_2013_morga...
* I sure hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed “fantasizing” about cruising along, snapping through the short-throw, sure-footed gears along a picturesque English country road at the helm of this little dynamite 3-wheeler ................... (wow, that’s a mouth full but this little beast is reported to be a hand full to drive.)
A grain silo slowly decomposing at an abandoned farm facility near Solomon (formerly Solomonville), Arizona.
Hasselblad 501 CM + Zeiss Distagon f/3.5 60mm CF + Kodak Portra 160 @ 100. Lab: The Icon, Los Angeles, CA. Scan: Epson V850.
الصورْ مِلك لَكم ، لكن مع حفظ آلحقوق دُون إنتزآعهآ < 3
وأفضل إخبآري بِ إخذهآ :$ <3 :$
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لـِ أسئِلتكُمْ ، ـإسَتِفسًآرآتَكُمْ ، مُتآبعتي ، آرآئًكمْ ، نقدكم :
المعذذرة ؛؛
لآ أتقـبل النقد ؛ إلا من ذوي الخبرةْ ؤَ المعرفةْ !<3
عذرآ ، سَ تُحذذف التعليقآت المُلحقة بِ آلصور ( المُخلة بِ الـآدآب ، صور آلشبآب ) ق1 : ) !
إن شاء الله
<3
BMW 3.0 CSL 1975 (Christian Traber)
Grand Prix de l'Age d'Or 2019
Circuit de Dijon Prenois
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Week 3 / 52 theme is shallow depth of field. On this one I focused on the string & tuning machine, ( the technical name ) on the camera left side of the frame. Lighting is bright sunshine. Edits in CS5 & NIK.
Well the fuel quickly ignited along with years of oil spillage in the engine compartment, great i thought and kept shooting...... and shooting .....
Bryant has built an amazingly fast and very potent track machine that sounds better than any 3.6 I have heard on the street.
The villain known as Slipknot runs over the rooftops in Pittsburgh. He just robbed the home of the richest family in Pittsburgh. He has been the only one to pass their security and successfully escape. His victory is short lived though, as Firestorm hovers above him.
FS: "Damn it, Weiss. You were just released from Blackgate, and this is already the fourth home you've robbed this week."
Spknt: "Which means you haven't been able to catch me this whole week!"
FS: "Now you're just messing with me."
Slipknot aims and fires his grapplinggun.
MS: "Ronald, change the rope into water. That way he'll be useless without his gun and you can take him."
FS: "Alright doc."
Ronnie changes the rope into water and before Slipknot can respond he gets knocked out. At that moment Steve Trevor and an A.R.G.U.S. agent appear and they restrain Slipknot.
FS: "Colonel? What are you doing in Pittsburgh?"
ST: "Same as you apparently. After Slipknot escaped Blackgate, they deployed me to retrieve him."
FS: "Why A.R.G.U.S.?"
ST: "That's classified kid... and Professor."
FS: "Well, he's all yours colonel."
ST: "Thank you, Firestorm."
He nodds and they fly off.
FS: "Doesn't it bother you? That they know who we are?"
MS: "To be honest Ronald, I don't know. It comes in handy from time to time, but it can also work against you. Imagine if we would know who Batman is. That wouldn't only be a burden for him, but for us too."
FS: "I guess you're right."
MS: "As long as they don't give us any trouble, there will be nothing to worry about."
Ronnie wants to respond but some kind of portal opens. A portal they have seen before.
FS: "What the hell?"
MS: "No... It can't be."
Out of the portal flies one of their oldest enemy, one they hoped never to see again, an evil counterpart that simply showed up: Deathstorm.
Why so soon!? So soon when I don't have the money. Aargh! Apparently 3.0 collection is now available at the BC.com. So it's official, I'm getting Lara, Mbili and Louboutin and the accessory packs. I support the Basics line to the full extent because this has what made me (re)consider collecting Barbies and I can't help but to be opinionated and be passionate about it. 3.0 is a great continuation to the line but what it fail to do was be consistent with the number of dolls released. To make up for the draw back is the addition of accessories within each doll. But each one has the same assortment of accessories which is a total let down. The decrease in the number of dolls might be (I'm making a theory right here. LOL) is that, they MIGHT just release Collection 3.5 and increase the number of dolls from there. After all this is the last collection, they have to end it with a bang! Technically 3.5 is still part of the 3.0 collection, right? The .5 collections are just extensions of the existing main collection but with an added flare or twist. So I'm really hoping to see the 3.5 and the Red Target collections. I hope my theory is right. Le't all cross our fingers on that!
My daughter and I were having a stroll along the Island Eastern waterfront. The sight of this relaxing weekend life stopped us and we decided to take a few shots...
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Kowloon East, Victoria Harbour and Island Eastern Corridor
Hoi Yu Street, North Point, Hong Kong
For 52 Weeks of Pics 2016
Week 3 Buttons
A cheeky snap at the haberdashery counter and livened up with some PicMonkey enhancement.
From Camp 3 on the Lhotse face, Nima Nguru has a chat with base camp.
The sound of a drill filled the room. A quick, loud buzzing of a power drill digging its way through the thick metal of the bank vault. The man holding the drill was crouched down, a duffel bag slung over his back. Another man with a similar bag stood next to him, an AR-15 in his hands.
Up the stairs of the basement was the main lobby of the bank. Around seven or eight civilians were prone on the floor, arms tied behind their backs. There were bodies of dead security guards at the entrance. Four men stood with guns pointing at the various patrons on the ground.
"All of you shut the fuck up!" His voice seemed full of anger. "You fuckers keep quiet and you'll live." This silenced the rooms muffled screams behind gags. Various noises of sobs and sniffles could still be heard from the terrified hostages, but they complied with the burglars. One of them raised their hand to their earpiece. "Hey, how fucking long is that gonna take?"
"He's almost done with the fourth lock. He's got another three to go." The man moved his hand from his earpiece. "Fucking bullshit. I knew we should've brought some c4." As he mumbled to himself, the sound of glass shattering can be heard throughout the lobby. The shards fall like snow onto the men in the lobby, their eyes all averting up. The skylight was shattered.
"What the hell?" One of the men aimed his gun into the air, firing a few rounds off. "Cool it you fucking moron, you're wasting ammo!" The panicked one stopped firing and stared at the others. "Skylights don't just shatter like that! What if the police are already here?"
He took a slap to the face. "Do you hear sirens? It's probably just an animal or something. That glass is likely weak as hell." He started to calm down, "yeah, yeah you're probably-" he was cut off as his eyes were completely wide open. Fear filled his voice. "Where did Allen go?" The other two men turned, noticing their party member was completely gone. "Fucking pussy bailed on us. More of a cut for us I guess." He shrugged.
All of a sudden, a metal ball bounced off of the ground as it fell from the skylight. The three men looked at it. One of them turned to run for cover while the other two weren't so lucky.
The ball began pulsing a bright blue light, blinding the two still in the center of the room. The man who was behind cover peaked up, watching his allies stumble around the now fading light. Both were temporarily blinded, and would need a moment or two to recover. As he began to leave cover, he saw a figure draped in a blue coat drop the the ground. He wore some kind of blue mask, with a white and orange visor over it. In his right hand was a gun that looked like something from a sci-fi film.
He instantly stepped to one of the robbers, slamming his fist into the man's stomach. As he doubled over in pain, a knee caught his jaw. The strike sent him to the floor, unconscious. He raised the blaster in his right hand at the other blinded felon, a shot of electricity exiting the gun, tasing the man.
The vigilante stepped over to one of the hostages, having a blade extend from his gun. He slit the zip-tie around their wrist and undid the gag around their mouth. "It's ok. The police are on their way." The civilian looked up, "There are more of them. Two went to the vault, and a third is still up here."
The thug cursed under his breath as he raised his rifle. Before he could fire, he felt something bite him on the arm. He looked down to see a small, metallic blue bug with it's pincers pinching his skin. "Fuck, that hurts." As he reached down to remove it, it sent around fifty thousand volts of electricity coursing through his nervous system. The assault rifle he was holding dropped to the floor, as did the thug while shaking violently.
"Yeah, I knew he was there," the vigilante remarked, helping the first hostage to a sitting position. "Now you said two are in the vault?"
-~-~-
The two men who were in the vault began running up the stairs. They both had full duffel bags, tens of thousands of dollars within them. They made it to the top of the stairs, only to see a man in a blue costume and trench coat standing in the doorway to the lobby. "And where do you think you two are going?"
They looked at each other, then raised their guns to him. He shook his head in a disappointed matter. "All you had to do was surrender." He then quickly raised his gun, blasting out a jet of compressed air. The power of the shot sent one of them into the wall, leaving a bit of a crack in the brick. The other had a bit better footing, but still fell backwards, tumbling down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, his friend who was stuck to the wall finally fell, landing on top of him.
"Well, now that that's taken care of."
-~-~-
"Sir! Sir! Who are you!?" "Where did you learn to fight?" "Who developed that gun of yours?" "Are you an ally of the police?" "What drives you to be a hero?"
Ted's mind was spinning like a globe. He couldn't get a coherent thought to process in his head, listening to each and every question rattled off. He raised his arms up to silence the crowd.
"I heard a radio frequency being used by these goons, talking about robbing the place. I acted how I saw fit, stopping them. I am a self trained martial artist and build all of my gadgets." He paused for a moment, watching people write these things down. "I am wearing this mask because I am tired of sitting around. I'm tired of the world delving into a state of hurt and despair. I want it brought back to the times when I was a kid, where you could laugh and play games with no worries at all." The journalists took this all in, the news reporters getting his statement on camera.
"I… am the Blue Beetle."
Benches in Waterfront Park, Charleston, SC. Digitally cross-processed. For the "2009 in Photos" 365-day project :)
Explored - #240, January 3, 2009!
"The great thing to remember is that, though our feelings come and go, His love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins, or our indifferences; and , therefore, it is quite relentless in its determination that we shall be cured of those sins, at whatever cost to us, at whatever cost to Him." C.S. Lewis