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Looking south across Turnagain Arm towards the Kenai Peninsula from about Mile 115 of the Seward Highway.
The arm of a statue.
In memory of Constable Ezio Faraone. A policeman shot on duty in Edmonton, 25 years ago.
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@covilhã - portugal
WOOL – The urban art festival of Covilhã, sets out to use several walls in the city as a support for interventions of urban artists, with the aim of:
- bringing, for the first time, an event of such characteristics to an interior region of Portugal.
- waking up the interest of the community for culture and contemporary art, specifically, for urban art.
- providing a new aesthetic appearance to the intervened places.
- allowing the creation of an urban art route in the city.
This week's Selfie Sunday shot is of my arm (our group states it has to be some part of you, so arms, legs, reflections are all acceptable!). Yesterday we went to a lovely house near Bournemouth my sister had rented for a few days so she could gather the family to celebrate her 50th wedding anniversary, and my great-niece did a henna design on my arm (Henna by Hannah, how neat is that!) I've never had henna done before but I like the warm colour - just a shame it wasn't done at the beginning of the summer so I could show it off more. My sister and brother-in-law's anniversary isn't actually till 20th September but it's hard to get all her family together at the same time these days now they all have families of their own.
(Sorry about my crepey arm - I guess I should have moisturised more when I was young! Does it really make any difference? Comment below!)
What is it about women putting an arm on their head that makes me want to reach out and touch just above that lead horse?
yet another picture of my arm taken by cate, a few weeks ago -- i love the star shape in the wood...
the star in more context:
Because the inside of my arms has so little hair I had never thought about just how much hair there was on the outside of the arm. I accidentally took a photo of the outside of my arm and was amazed to see its alarming furryness. The hair in the arm is silky and an brown blond color unlike the rest of my hair which is black, the reason might be all the sun exposure it gets. A curious result of the thick cover of hair is that mosquitos seem to have great trouble when trying to bite my arms as they have to struggle to try to cross the hair. An mosquito foolish enought to try to bite is quickly noticed and sent to the great mosquito swamp in the sky.
Naval troops with four different arm badges and a naval tally ribbon pose by barbed wire. The badges with one exception are indiscernable in to me. Some research may provide their specialty area.
Ghost sign for the Wallace Armer Hardware store in Schenectady. This is the side of the buildingin the previous photo. Wallace Armer started in the 1890s, moved to this building in 1925 and closed in 1997. A much earlier version of the sign can be seen here.
This is another re-edited image from Alaska in 2010. Sometimes when I learn another trick or two about editing, I can revisit some otherwise unusable images and save them. I kind of like this now, although it was a question mark at the time. Tracy Arm is not easy to shoot in because of the almost ever-present cloud cover. With the climate combines with the mountains, the sky rarely clears. We were on a moving cruise ship too, so no chance for bracketing or anything fancy. We had to shoot what we could and deal with it afterward.
BOX DATE: 2018
MANUFACTURER: Mattel
BODY TYPE: 2015; FXP15; molded striped Barbie print panties; 1 bent arm; straight, non-bending legs; flat feet
HEAD MOLD: 2010 "Fashionistas Barbie"
PERSONAL FUN FACT: Ah, Chicken Farmer Barbie, how I've waited for thee! I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on this doll at Wal-Mart. It was sometime after the New Year in 2019. I was doing my weekly grocery shopping, and I popped in the toy aisle to scope out the Harry Potter dolls, to see if any were on sale for Colleen. Instead, I met my destiny...this Barbie. I couldn't believe that Mattel had made a chicken farmer career themed doll. I work on a farm myself, and my main job (among many strange ones) is taking care of the chickens, collecting their eggs, etc. Plus, growing up, Colleen and I both had pet chickens, who were quite literally treated like our children. Both of us are a bit chicken obsessed (and not in the food way...we are both vegetarian). I eagerly told Colleen about Chicken Farmer Barbie (or as I like to call her "Chicken Keeper" Barbie). The next time we were at the store together, I showed her my new coveted doll. Both Colleen and I drooled over this beautiful redhead and imagined all the fun we could have with her stuff. I stalked this doll shamelessly every week from then on out. But she never went on any kind of sale. $20 is more money than I usually like to spend, and I've become very good at waiting for sales. Around my birthday that August, I borrowed Colleen's cellphone and was on the internet. I noticed she had a tab opened to Chicken Farmer Barbie's picture. It was then that I suspected she had told our friend Beth that I wanted this doll. I knew they had been exchanged texts about my birthday, based on Colleen's shifty, very obvious behavior. I tried to keep my composure, and I pretended to buy her lie that she was ogling Barbie's photo in the bathroom at work. But I wasn't the least bit surprised when Beth came over a week after my birthday, and I opened this Barbie up at our dining room table. It meant the world to me that she had gone through so much trouble to get me Chicken Farmer Barbie. Since there were quite a few other farm themed dolls out at the time, Beth had to ask Colleen several times for confirmation about which Chicken Farmer to get me. I was so touched that she wanted to get me the "right" one. Although I would have caved and eventually bought this doll for myself, she's even more special since she was a gift from a thoughtful friend for my 28th birthday. I decided to name her Iris, and she's just as amazing as I hoped she'd be!
An adaptable garment. Wear as a vest top, with a cute, Neverdown hood to peep out of
...or...
Keep your arms inside and folded with the Stayput arm-fold griptight restraints.
Tracy Arm is a fjord in Alaska near Juneau (outlet at 57° 46' 40" N 133° 37' 0" W). It is named after the Secretary of the Navy Benjamin Franklin Tracy. It is located about 45 miles (72 km) south of Juneau and 70 miles (110 km) north of Petersburg, Alaska, off of Holkham Bay and adjacent to Stephens Passage within the Tongass National Forest. Tracy Arm is the heart of the Tracy Arm-Fords Terror Wilderness, designated by the United States Congress in 1980.