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As the sun went down on the plains the rain clouds were close behind.They caught me before I got home.But it sure was an awesome sight...Hope you like it...I've been wanting a sunset shot for ever,,,, since I've been on flickr and I love this one.My first night out for sunset shots, always miss them, or not in the right spot.....This time I chased it.....I wonder if that's what others have to do?.....
As we walk down the cobbled farm lane leading us to the factory and then onto Bethany Lane we head home. This is the last photograph from Mollies walk from Newhey to Ogden and back. Thanks for following us :-))
Affectionately known as the “WAG Train” (Welsh Assembly Train), 67014 heads the 17:16 (1W96) Cardiff to Holyhead service, seen at Cardiff Central station.
Is there any possibility of having an exhausted brain?
Because my brain is tired and bored and so weak.
It feels like I couldn't receive anything more from others and couldn't afford anything more from myself.
It feels like an ocean of emotions that I don't have under my brain's control.
It feels like I couldn't insert any new facts into my fagged head.
What's more annoying, I used to be smart but now it seems like all my knowledge is just dissapearing at the moment when is such necessary.
It consumes me.
explore ;))
This photo was captured one year after a previous visit. The church in the former Iowa town of Halfa has not lost any of its charm to me, though the practice of rotating crops here set it among beans this year.
As another year passes, I honour places like this in spite of my long pause between flickr posts.
The community that would become known as Hot Springs was established as early as 1820, though it was not until 1832 that the United States government declared the area a federal reservation. Ironically, this act had the effect of retarding investment within the valley of the hot springs due to the reluctance of potential investors to develop property of which they might be dispossessed. Therefore, small, wood construction bathhouses predominated until after the Civil War, when a number of forces combined to both make Hot Springs and its remarkable natural resources both more attractive and more accessible. Primary among these were the growing interest among the general populace in such waters for their therapeutic and medicinal value; the ability of certain talented entrepreneurs to develop and advertise their bathhouses in conjunction with the federal government; the appeal of gambling, for the pursuit of which the city could boast many attractive institutions; and the arrival of the "Diamond Jo" railroad line in 1875, named for "Diamond Jo" Reynolds, a successful Chicago businessman who deplored the rough coach roads that had heretofore provided the only means of access from the Cairo and Fulton (later Missouri--Pacific) Railroad that ran through nearby Malvern.
It is difficult to overestimate the impact of this relatively early arrival of a railroad line to the growth and prosperity of what would become one of America's premier resort cities. The access and convenience afforded travelers by relatively dependable railroad transportation single-handedly transformed the remoteness and isolation of this young city's rugged, mountainous setting from obstacles into attractions. Both literally and figuratively, visitors came to "get away" from the hectic pace and dizzying growth of America's late-nineteenth century industrial and commercial centers, and Hot Springs offered the unique combination of comfortable accessibility, rustic surroundings, and a myriad assortment of recreational opportunities. The city grew dramatically thereafter, and continued to experience a relatively high level of prosperity well into the second half of the twentieth century.
The Missouri--Pacific Railroad Depot in Hot Springs (seen in the photograph above) was constructed circa 1917 after the Missouri--Pacific Railroad had acquired the old St. Louis, Iron Mountain, and Southern line that ran between Missouri and Texas as part of the its ambitious campaign to expand its network of rail lines all over the country, and to establish the railroad's corporate identity through the exclusive use of the Italianate/Mediterranean style of architecture for its passenger and freight depots. This particular depot is a single story, brick masonry freight and passenger depot designed in a distinctly Italian interpretation of the Mediterranean style. Its band of large, compound arched windows extending around the eastern, northern and western elevations, hipped Italianate tower and elaborate, decorative Italianate brackets that ornament the cornices throughout are all reflective of this influence, and also of the relatively high-style quality of this particular depot design. The plan is roughly V-shaped, a response to the triangular shape of its particular lot at the intersection of Broadway and Valley Street. The red clay tile roof and brick walls are supported upon a continuous, concrete foundation.
This passenger and freight railroad depot is associated with the Railroad Growth and Development in Arkansas, 1870-1940 historic context as a structure financed and erected under the auspices of one of the larger early twentieth-century railroads in the state. As such, it was nominated for and added to the National Register of Historic Places (NRHP) on June 11, 1992 via criterion A for these associations but also via criterion C as an excellent example of the Italianate/Mediterranean style of architecture. All of the above information was found on the original documents submitted for listing consideration and can be viewed here:
catalog.archives.gov/id/26139673
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Tomorrow is national get outside day guys! Lets celebrate with a sunrise or a hike, spending some time out in nature. You could give me all the money in the world and my favourite thing would still be just being out in nature watching the sun rise.
Here's a shot from this morning at Corfe Castle. Seeing some epic shots in the mist during the week, I just had to get myself over there. No mist sadly, but still some lovely cloud and interesting light. I had to desaturate this one as it just didn't look right on the screen! A fantastic morning at my favourite castle ruins.
Happy Sunday!
Why do I love becoming a woman? A question I often ask myself as well as hearing from others who know of my liking to take ion a female persona. Do I regret being a man that desires to dress as a woman? Where is it all going to end up?
Questions, questions…
I accept we all have our own motivations and aspirations for expressing our desire to dress as women and which can also be a desire to inhabit a female persona. I have my personal feelings, emotional needs and ambitions for my female alter-ego which are not necessarily a reflection of how others feel about their own situation. For me, I have a need to actually pass as a woman and be perceived as being female when I cross-dress. I will admit to frustration over the years through a combination of my lack of skills in the art of male to female transformation, limits imposed by my physicality (being male) and I’m sure well meant advice telling me to forget passing and just enjoy it. To forget passing undermines everything that motivates my female side. When I become Helene I want to be a woman not simply a man dressed up. I dream of having a feminine appearance and emotionally being female rather than male. If this all sounds like serious transexual characteristics and an urgent need to start transition then let me say with utter certainty that is not what I want.
I don’t buy into the simplistic view that if you have a powerful desire to be a woman then the only answer is to transition. Nothing is that straightforward that you can boil it down to a one or the other answer. There exists a huge area of crossover. I genuinely like my male life and like being me. The idea of killing off my male self and only existing as a woman is not something I want. If I were to indulge in being simplistic, I could say I want it all, to be both a man and a woman. However, I know, especially now I am sixty years of age, how my feelings operate in terms of my transgender feelings. I can see now I have real intense moments of wanting to be female and this are all consuming when they occur. I do understand though, that these intense desires being too diminish and I am happy to return to being a man again. I would say that is reasonably creative cut as to why transitioning would not be a happy course of action for me.
I doubt I am alone in having these intense moments of wanting to be female forever but knowing they will at some point ease off. I will admit that it is these feelings that drive me to want to actually look convincingly female and to behave as a female both physically and emotionally when I transform myself from a man into a woman. It’s a fundamental part of my being and needs to be set free now and again.
In recent months my focus and aspirations for my female self has shifted towards passing myself off in a believable way as being a real woman. I find myself observing real women more and more and noting their choices in clothing, footwear and make-up. I also observe what men find attractive in women they encounter My goal is to be accomplished enough to be perceived as being a female and I too want to behave and respond as a female with any social interactions be that shopping, a polite hell, having a coffee in a cafe, visiting a gallery, having a meal and even creating some intrigue and desire with men. In short my aim for the few hours I take on my female persona I want o be able to cease being a man in every way and exist as a female.
Having outlined my feelings and aspirations does that answer any of the questions I began this narrative with? I think it partly addresses them. I do have many regrets about being a man that dresses as a woman. I kind of regret I never accepted this part of myself throughout my life. It caused me a lot of angst and made me a shy not very sociable person. I think I was far more transexual as a teenager and young man than I am now. Once I settled into a career I liked and a relationship that means more to me than my own inner desires and then had a family, everything took on a different level of contentment and also responsibility. My wife and family far outweigh my lifelong desire to become female, I would hate to cause any disruption to that. I do regret my cowardice as a young person not to act on my inner feelings in regard to desiring to be female. I chose the easy option of denial and suppression. Inevitably, I failed in that attempt at self control and had to come out as being transgender at the age of forty one. I do have regrets that certain people I came out to have used it against me, I misjudged their trust. I have regrets I don’t have breasts, a female body and look female, I dream of being feminine. Im not feminine though so this does distress me somewhat and I regret the lack of femininity.
Despite the regrets, they are not enough to crush me as I do enjoy my life, it’s an aspect I can handle, I know it is down to my own inaction that these regrets exist. I try to not let them intrude as I do enjoy my rare moments as a woman and find each opportunity incredibly rewarding and fulfilling.
Recently I was asked by a female friend where all of this was going to end up? It really made me think and I wanted to answer as honestly as I could. At the moment I think in the next few years I will start to spend time out and about as a woman not a man. This is a reflection of where I am going emotionally and also I do have personal ambitions in regard to the challenge of existing as a (part-time) woman. I want to do it well and never be considered as a man when I head out as a woman. I therefore see an increase in this kind of activity and a change in my wardrobe, hair and make-up to reflect this. I did consider what would occur if I were single. I don’t want to be single but it was a hypothetical scenario I felt I should muse over. I believe I would likely spend a lot more time as my female self if I were single but I’m pretty certain I would not transition. I still like my male self so I see such a scenario as being a less inhibited opportunity to fully express myself more freely.
It has taken me pretty much fifty years to accept myself and I don’t feel I’m still quite there yet, there is a lot more self acceptance I need to embrace. I think it’s my fear of damaging my relationship with my wife and family, who all know I have a female alter-ego, that prevents me from pushing things further. Al I can say is I do feel a lot more at ease with my inner female self than I did in past decades.
As mentioned earlier, recently somehow I have fallen for HDR and skies/clouds. After work tonight Tine and I drove downtown to get some things done. When getting closer to Potsdamer Platz, heading west, we had an amazing sunset just between two of the coolest buildings there. Tine and I had a discussion today that recently my 365-pictures don't really show what really made my day or was somehow important, but there are days when just not a lot of really interesting or exciting things happen, so a beautiful sunset can make the picture of the day.
As part of the 2018 Carnival Of Flowers, Queensland Rail's 1620 hauled several shuttles to Spring Bluff to show of the historic site of Spring Bluff and all the various Gardens.
This as well as recent mornings have been rather chilly despite some glorious sunrises including snow covering the ground and overnight superficial freezing of shallow pools and footprints previously left in wet mud trails making the ground a canvas of crystalline works with any hike in the wood sounding like walking on broken glass undoubtedly alerting wildlife of my presence well in advance. Regardless, there are many indicators of wildlife gearing up for the mating season.
Kingston, Ontario
As darkness falls, the night time hunters awake, hungry, looking for the first meal of the day. Los Angeles County, California.
Photographed from a significant distance, from a hidden camera with a remote silent trigger and no flash.
as it is now. the bed used to be over by the windows, i moved it to the middle of the room and shifted everything else around as well, i like this arrangement better than the way we had it before. feels less awkward or something.
between reworking our bedroom, and poppy's bedroom and putting curtains up in both this past week, i feel like i've been on a major spring cleaning/refreshing kick. it's nice to change things up now and again...
I'm a shade tree mechanic
Got a one-ton truck
I drink a thirty pack a day
'Cause I'm country as fuck
Call me Lil Nas
Call Me Tim McGraw
Not a moment too soon
I had horses in the stall
I go to Piggly Wiggly
Call out on my CB
Steal a VCR and jimmy-rig it to my TV
Hot dog holly golly dagnabbit
I was two years old when I shot my first rabbit
Only got one hat
If you touch it then you die
Unless you're blonde, you can dance
And cinch a hogtie
Hot dog holly golly dagnabbit damn son
If I don't catch a check I'm gonna sell my wife's gun
'Cause I'm country
Livin' it up
So dang country
You ain't country enough
Make my own definition
Beat the system
'Bout to start a new religion
Call it Country
Country as Fuck
NASCAR, dive bar, fireworks, guitar
Riding mower, landowner, 83 Texoma
I was driving tractors before it got sexy
Real cowboys don't rock to Kenny Chesney
Catfishin', skinny dippin', bonfires, big tires
Willie Nelson, candy meltin' summer sun, shootin' guns
Hot dog holly golly dagnabbit
I ain't gotta sell my soul
If I want it then I grab it
Hot dog holly golly dagnabbit damn son
I'm about to cash a check buy a Yeti from a plug
I'm country
Livin' it up
So dang country
You ain't country enough
Make my own definition
Beat the system
'Bout to start a new religion
Call it Country
Country as Fuck
I'm country as fuck
I make my own definition
Start a new religion
Beat the system
Hot dog holly golly dagnabbit
If you bump into me
I'ma always say sorry
Candy-painted Harley
Beer pong at the party
All the girls are wild
Yeah, country girls are naughty
Hot dog holly golly dagnabbit damn son
I'm country
Livin' it up
So dang country
You ain't country enough
Make my own definition
Beat the system
'Bout to start a new religion
Call it Country
I'm country
Country as fuck