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Wrong destination blinds are on Countryliner KV51 KZJ DP18 on the 41. So you are going to Farnborough via Deepcut?! That is virtually impossible, because we are at farnborough now. Taken at Farnborough on Friday 8/6/12.

41/100 - Bill by Jeff Bowen

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Bill, age 82, explained that he is a Korean War veteran who spent three years of his youth in the Canadian military.

He brought out his uniform and medals for the bicentennial parade in Toronto, commemorating the Battle of York from the War of 1812.

When I explained my 100 Strangers project, Bill was quite supportive and posed for several photos but this is the one I like best.

As is often the case with this project, when Bill sensed my interest in his story, he shared quite a lot. He grew up in Glace Bay, Nova Scotia when the coal mining industry was waning. "Besides, I didn't have the physique for working in the mines." He joined the military and is proud enough of his military service that he still produces a veteran's newsletter.

Bill explained what each of his medals represented but I must admit, the only one I can remember is the medal that was for peacekeeping. (Perhaps that's because it is the one I wanted to remember.)

When I asked him what he did after his military service, Bill explained that he hitchhiked across Canada three times, seeing the country. He said that was "before the hippies" and lots of veterans hitchhiked and it was quite safe. Rides were forthcoming and people often treated veterans to a meal.

He finally settled into a career as a machinist. "That was before you needed degrees and papers. You could just walk into a factory, pretend you knew how to operate the machines, and fake it until you could do it." We shared a laugh about how different times must have been back then.

Thank you Bill for being Stranger #41 for my project. I will look forward to reading your newsletter.

Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page

41 by Karen

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

41 by jonsongserm

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GV collection for Spring Summer 2014-2015

MajGen-41 by Óglaigh na hÉireann

2017octHP_ - 41 by Harden Furniture

#755-200 Chest on Chest

#783 Night Stand

41-229 by nick dewolf photo archive

boston, massachusetts

1972

demolition site, unidentified

part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf

Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com

41-678 by nick dewolf photo archive

boston, massachusetts

1972

the dewolfs and the mcintyres

anna, nick, maggie, and mac

part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf

Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com

41 by Brian

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A further addition to my 1 - to - 100 set with a number that doesn't appear in it yet and filling the gap between "40" & "42"- here is "41".

The rationale for the set is explained here.

41-610 by nick dewolf photo archive

boston, massachusetts

1972

"movement sound light in concert"

martha baird dance company

part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf

Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com

41 departs_NAN by Anthony Palmer

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Y169 gets #41 underway from Nankiva.

Project 100 Photos Pullip & Groove Dolls - Part 2 by pullipdollsbiapink888

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Project 100 Photos Pullip

1. Portrait / 2. Memories / 3. Family / 4. Letters / 5. Music / 6. Fresh air / 7. Friends / 8. Dreams / 9. Kitchen / 10. Money 11. Spring / 12. Loneliness / 13. Black & White / 14. Love / 15. Kiss / 16. Shenanigans / 17. Flowers / 18. Autumn / 19. Hate / 20. Night (ok) / 21. Surprise / 22. Toys / 23. Sleeping / 24. Joy / 25. Christmas / 26. Fight / 27. Home / 28. Sadness / 29. Couple / 30. Talent / 31. Winter (ok) / 32. Silent / 33. Diary / 34. Jealous / 35. Tea Time / 36. Fear. / 37. Saloon or Restaurant or Cine / 38. Farewell / 39. Pets / 40. Time / 41. Birthday / 42. Book / 43. Sky / 44. Summer / 45. Poster / 46. Photos / 47. Play game / 48. School / 49. Shame / 50. Work / 51. Walking / 52. I love you / 53. Death / 54. Artistic Nudity / 55. Computer / 56. Sepia / 57. Disguise / 58. Art / 59. Hug / 60. Collection / 61. Mourning / 62. Passion / 63. Rage / 64. Wedding / 65. Halloween / 66. Eyes / 67. Lips / 68. Dark / 69. Sport / 70. Mess / 71. Against Light / 72. Vocation / 73. Easter / 74. Transport / 75. Sick / 76. Fan / 77. Child / 78. Telephone / 79. Danger / 80. Closet / 81. Stars / 82. Heat / 83. Secret Place / 84. Hobby / 85. Privacy / 86. Movie / 87. Make Up / 88. Picnic / 89. Cold / 90. The Beginning / 91. Rain / 92. Shopping / 93. Favorite Color / 94. Homeworks / 95. Missing / 96. Thinking / 97. Breakfast / 98. Park / 99. Bedroom / 100. The end

Note: Don't need to be 100 consecutive days and don't need to be in order.

Isaiah 41:10 by T

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Isaiah 41:10

Fear not, for I am with you;

Be not dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you,

Yes, I will help you,

I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’

41 by Playmate Surfer Girl

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41 Squirrel by Bernard

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week 41 by Jordon Pipkin

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Week 41

This week I decided to try something a little different. I took something I had written and attempted to make it into a photo... I was fairly pleased with it, let me know what you think!

"My pillow is too hot, I should flip it over. The neighbors next door are fighting again. This time I guess he forgot to take out the garbage. I can hear almost every word through the paper thin walls, "I told you right before I left specifically because it's too heavy for me..." Blah blah blah. It's already 2AM, I'm so tired but for some reason I can't close my eyes. The main street outside my apartment window isn't busy but every so often a car roars by just loud enough to bug me. Oh, there goes a truck now. I can even hear planes flying and trains blowing their horns every few hours. The silence between the disturbances make them seem more significant than they really are.

My eyes have adjusted so well to the moonlight squeezing through my blinds it could be daylight, I wouldn't even know. I have always had trouble sleeping at night, and probably always will. When I was little I would walk out of my room an hour after my mom had put me to sleep and complain that I wasn't tired. My mom would then ask me if I had tried closing my eyes and I would think back, only recalling studying how the moonlight touched everything in my room and think that I must not have tried closing my eyes and return to my room without another word.

So I tried this now, closing my eyes. It's never really worked before so I don't know why it would now, but I'm desperate. The shouting from my neighbors pierced my silence, almost causing me to wince. I thought about them, the cars, about work and life. I noticed my eyes were open yet again and I shut them instantly. After rolling over multiple times to get comfortable I decided to turn on the radio to keep me from thinking about life and to possibly keep a constant noise and maybe even drown out everything else.

I begrudgingly left my warm sheets to cross the room to the radio. The cool air hit me like a brick and it took all of my strength to not return to my blankets. My feet screamed on the cold carpet and I dragged myself to the window just to make certain it was closed. It was. I then turned to my alarm clock which I had strategically placed on the opposite side of the room so that in the morning I was forced to get out of bed to stop the angry beeping. The clock was already set to my favorite station and some smooth guitar chords started swimming through my head. I turned down the volume so it was just loud enough to keep the cars and couple at bay.

I crossed the room again to my bed which had become cold in my absence. The rough voice of a man with a broken heart joined the guitar, adding a new color to the music. I thought about him, what was real in his story and what was fiction. Do we all exaggerate? Just a little bit, I'm sure. We, as people, like things to sound good..."

Thank you!

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