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Wiesbaden, my new home for the next few months, has a beautiful train station but rarely any interesting trains inside. So it was a great surprise to find a BR 233 Ludmilla parked inside the hall. These were the backbone of the East German Deutsche Reichsbahn fleet and hauled everything from local passenger trains to heavy freights. They continue to earn their keep pulling freight or in this case construction trains. To the left a ICE 3 wearing the new green front scheme represents the new face of German railroading.
I can't really claim any credit for this one.. It's raining here yet again, so I was just sorting through some old SD cards and found some stuff that "Er Indoors shot on the little Olympus XZ1 "point n shoot" that I hadn't uploaded..
Some of it is quite good - apart from loads of shots of me I didn't know She took...
Title from "Husker Du". Every building has a history, a story. I can't help wondering what they were when I see something like this.
One more week and he'll be back home. Until then, we're thousands of miles apart on different continents and also worlds in a way.
Happy V-Day everyone!
Created by Olivia Hilton
Morphs will be auctioned off to raise vital funds and awareness for Whizz-Kidz to help transform the lives of young wheelchair users across the UK.
Morph's Epic Art Adventure Trail - London
A lone pine stands apart from the surrounding aspen forest and low shrubs in the Eastern Sierra slopes north of Mono Lake, California. I came here of course to see the beautiful aspens which are a particular fall favorite of mine, but I was drawn in the evening light to this stately pine standing alone. The low sun backlit the tree perfectly, accenting its thick foliage of vibrant needles. Like the aspen grove behind it, this tree appears extremely healthy here. If the trees could speak I often wonder what stories they might tell.
yep the poor girl's a bit stressed out & falling apart .....hope she'll be better later......
Appreciate you having a look at my image.....best bigger....... many thanks for that .........hope you have a Fantastic Week
I saw this classic Hot Rod on Chop & Roll magazine few months ago and I was stricken by the uncommon colour (PPG 1936 Cordoba Tan) and by the smooth design of this Deuce. Plus its story was really cool: built in California and shipped to Japan where its new owner lives.
Japan has a thriving hot rod scene, and many cars have been bought and shipped there. This coupe, however, is the first being built to order then making the trek across the Pacific.
Takehito Yamato contacted Walden Speed Shop, based in Pomona Ca., after seeing his works in The Rodder’s Journal.
Takehito wanted a traditional hot rod, and while that may be essentially what he ended up with, the details are what really sets this coupe apart.
Inspired by the Takehito Yamato history I built the tan Deuce with all the details you’d expect to see in a brick-built scale model.
To complete the work I built a brand-new show-room full of vintage stuff.
Thanks for stopping by.
An Ely vista including 47571 hauling the 15.36 ex Norwich to Liverpool St, on 26 April 1984, an uncommonly warm (24C) day.
Sadly, this is a view likely to vanish very soon if it hasn't already. Why? The Ely Southern By-pass no less, linking the Soham-Ely road directly with the A10, north and south.
The flyover is situated roughly at the position of the last coach. This road will create great benefit to Ely town centre, not to mention the railway whose level crossing immediately to the north of the station, will be closed. Thus several extra vitally needed train paths will become available. Interesting to note that even then this was a single-manning roster in the cab.
Nikon F with FP4 film and 105mm f2.5 Nikkor. Copyright Photo: Chris Burton
Always fun to try a roll of colors. I shot this exact same tree a while ago with Tmax but didn´t get good enough focus so I tried again.
Hasselblad 500C/M
Carl Zeiss Sonnar CF 180/4
Kodak Portra 160VC (expired 01/2013) @100
October 2020
In the words of a Led Zeppelin song “Been a long, lonely, lonely, lonely time”…
It really has! Apart from a very brief, literally a three hours and not very successful, cross-dressing session in December I have not cross-dressed as a woman for three years. My last proper session took place in March 2020 just before the Covid lockdown came into effect. There has been no opportunities since then (apart from the brief December attempt) to truly relax and enjoy my time cross-dressing and delighting in being my female alter-ego.
An opportunity finally presented itself in the third week of March and after retrieving all my female clothing, shoes, wigs and make-up I discovered three years of less than ideal storage in a cold shed meant nothing, apart from the shoes, was in a ready to wear state. Most of my make-up was long out of useable date. Not the best of starts. On top of that, strangely seeing as I had waited so long to cross-dress again, I found my mood and motivation was not as enthusiastic as normal. I was feeling lethargy and almost decided not to bother.
I rallied somewhat, and being home alone for a few days was able to openly launder all my dresses, tops and female underwear and freshen up my wigs. A female friend kindly shopped on my behalf to get fresh make-up and new pairs of tights (pantyhose). I set about shaving off all my body hair (which had grown a lot in the last three years!) and began prepping for applying make-up and dressing in female clothing.
A whole day was gone by the time I had washed, dried and ironed my dresses and tops and I felt too tired to go any further. The next day never happened as I had a short notice call to work and that ended that days opportunity. The day after I decided to cross-dress but found my motivation lacking. I did go ahead and soon realised over the last three years I had not only aged a few years but I had also put on weight. This was visibly noticeable around my chin. I have quite a weak chin for a man, which I like as it usually is better for my female look, but the extra weight was not good to become aware of. My facial features had filled out and I had more lines and saggy skin.
I know you can’t escape aging skin but I was disappointed I had put on weight more than I realised. I was quite unwell during the last three years and physical exercise wasn’t possible for nearly two years. Also, I worked from home during the last three years and the job was sedentary. It was only getting back into a dress I realised just how far I had let things slip.
The outcome of this was I am now back on healthier lifestyle and taking regular exercise. I have started to see my weight reduce now. I’ve resolved to avoid going as thin as I was before the pandemic. I was somewhat obsessed with trying to get a slim girly figure. People now tell me they thought I looked too skinny. I think a happy mid area between my skinny days and my current weight will be better and healthier. I’m not going bonkers with loads of exercise and manic dieting, I’m literally just walking a lot more, moving a lot more in general and have reduced the amount of chocolate and cakes I eat. It’s what I call a comfortable process of weight reduction.
Back onto my cross-dressing, the weight reduction is important to me but of more concern to me was my surprise at the lack of motivation to dress when I’ve been dreaming of doing so for the last three years. The December session was too rushed and highly unrewarding, I feel this may have had a negative effect on me.
To be accomplished at cross-dressing, I feel if I were able to practice more regularly I could maybe start to achieve a reasonable female appearance. The long gaps between my cross-dressing restrict my abilities to progress in the art of female illusion. I also have an emotional aspect in that I enjoy my time appearing as a woman. I have a transsexual aspect to me and the cross-dressing fulfils this desire within me. I only began cross-dressing back in November 2000 at the age of forty one. This is now the twenty third year for me but in all those years I have had at least six of them when I have not been able to cross-dress at all. I prioritise my family and need to work ahead of my cross-dressing so it is always the first thing I have to abstain from if things crop up I have to attend to.
I call my cross-dressing my luxury indulgence, as that’s really what it has become for me. I know I need to express this part of myself and I always look forward to having an opportunity. The last three years though have caused a significant loss in this part of me. As I applied, rather ineptly, make-up I became aware of my ageing and increased weight all too easily. My vanity took a bashing! Fortunately, I have retained some shape to my figure despite the weight increase so I was relieved about that. My face is not getting any better with age, I am now sixty four, but I think that’s a reality we all encounter.
Despite not feeling as motivated as I had anticipated, I was pleased I pushed on. I was very disappointed with how hopeless I was at applying my make-up, especially my eye make-up and lipstick. I did get a buzz from wearing make-up once more though and I loved wearing a dress again. The wig was a delight to wear, as ever for me, and the final wee thrill came as I stepped into my high heels with freshly shaved legs. I was genuinely delighted but my plans to record the whole experience went completely awry! I tried taking a few pictures and recording a few videos but I just wasn’t quite into it enough to focus on doing that.
I did take a small number of selfies and managed a couple of videos but I felt I was covering subjects I’ve talked about in previous videos. I was disappointed with my appearance, I feel I have done better in the past. The three year absence from cross-dressing was very apparent to me.
I am, much to my relief, finding my enthusiasm starting to build again. The less than successful session in March has rekindled my desire to cross-dress again. I am hoping to have another opportunity in the late summer. I intend to do better and get more from it next time. I think I need a new challenge as I’ve not really progressed over the last ten years. I’m in a bit of a rut with it my efforts to look female.
I did try and change things a bit in March by wearing heavier make-up and choosing an animal print dress. It was rather good fun to attempt a different look. I wore a lot of foundation, a lot of eyeliner and mascara and used a dark bold coloured lip stain. It may not be that obvious in the picture, but it was a departure for me to try this kind of appearance. It added a bit of spice to the session to dare try it!
The picture I’m posting is in the genre of that classic selfie shot using one’s reflection from the mirror. I’ve never done well attempting this but I thought I would try it. I did enjoy wearing the dress and was surprised how the heavier eye make-up rather infused me with an adventurous buzz…all I needed was a party to go to and engage in a bit of flirtatious behaviour.
Apart from the Robin the Wagtail is one of our best posing birds except they don't keep as still, I'm always happy to oblige and take a quick snapshot - this one is on the shores of Lough Erne
For this weeks "Smile on Saturday" with the theme "words of love".
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The lovers were oh so happy but as sometimes happens it all changed ..... now the couple have been ripped apart
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My version of Brickdoctor's snowspeeder. It's an amazing design, but I seem to have screwed up and got an annoying gap at the front of the cockpit. That's the best I can do for tomorrow's display in Naas. I'll take it apart after and try to refine it (and fix a few colour problems).
The Atlantic was born today and I’ll tell you how…
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.
Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.
I need you so much closer [x8]
I need you so much closer [x4]
So come on, come on [x4]
-Transatlanticism by Death Cab for a Cutie
This week's them is Hyperlocal... ie trying to get the foreground and background in focus by (using the simple explanation) focusing about 1/3 into the photo. Here I attempted to focus between these two sets of broken piers separated within the water as the sun rose (I like to thrown in the fun of not being able to see, but by this photo at least the sun was coming up!). This was a gorgeous morning morning on this stunning secluded beach where several abandoned piers are found that have worn away over time. This pier in particular has only these posts left. It was lovely sunrise and I got to practice with my new 10 stopper!
Danbo still misses the season.
176/365
I don't know why I have been obsessed will Fall recently, maybe because I keep seeing more and more leaves fall? Anyway, I would of had a New Year's picture I... forgot. I'll take one though.
System of cracks at Thingvellir in Iceland. Iceland lies on the mid-Atlantic ridge, where the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates separate. In this area is a system of cracks that together form a separation zone, as the plates gradually pull apart. This pool fills one of the larger cracks.
Have you ever imagined scenarios with yourself as the center of attention, right before you sleep? Imagining scenarios like your crush falling in love with you, or you saving the world? Or how you could have done something differently? Well, I have.
Second Life is the closest replication of those "daydreams". While it's not perfect, It still gives us a great sense of control. We get to replicate at least parts of what we imagine.
I am a fragment of my understanding of self and my imagination of what I want to be. And when I reach you, you embellish me with your own fragment of perception and imagination. This is the beauty of such a virtual connection.
Some of you grow too close to get acquainted with the real me. When that happens, we are no more just a fragment of our imaginations. The illusion breaks apart. When this happens, will we still stand by each other being overwhelmed by reality? Let's find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball Z.