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This is the buckle I used for the MM Wood shot. Steve reminded me that his friend made this for him 44 years ago as a wedding gift. I don't know the types of wood he used. It's actually a little darker than this. : )
BRC #150 switches the East Yard in the background of the enormous Clearing hump yard on Chicago's southwest side. #150 was originally BRC #534, one of four MP15DCs delivered to the Belt, and one of two sent to Altoona to be rebuilt with AC traction.
Jimmying Chastity Belts.
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Steve.D.Hammond.
This belt has been spanking arses (and holding up my jeans) for 20+ years. The leather is strong, yet nicely supple ... confident that it will be whipping arses for many years to come ...
Magnolia Plantation was an industrial facility, with a large gin barn. One sign calculates that its 1860 cotton production was worth about $1.2 million in 2014 dollars.
Produced by enslaved people, of course, in hot an humid fields and an even hotter, dusty gin barn.
The last new Image for some time, bored of images now will just bump old images for a bit, while finally getting in to RTW2
CSXT 2790 (a GP38-2 built in 1978 for Conrail as their number 8222) runs long-hood forward and left-handed on the Belt Railway of Chicago at Archer Avenue, with a Clearing-bound local job from the Altenheim Sub interchange and its yard at Laramie Avenue.
This is Joshua a few minutes after being presented with his karate black belt at a ceremony in Draper, Utah. In the shot are a few of the approximately 70 people who were awarded black belts ranging from first to tenth degree. It took about three years for him to go from white belt to black belt.
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Earth's Shadow clearly visible from sky this morning..Drone gives a nice perspective of this phenomenon
“The BELT is a culturally redefined alley in the heart of downtown Detroit. Named for its physical orientation in a former downtown garment district, The BELT is located between Broadway and Library Street and links Gratiot and Grand River. The activation and development of the alley is a partnership between Library Street Collective and Bedrock Real Estate Services.
Public Art is the driving force behind the redevelopment of The BELT. The public space is home to murals and installations by local, national and international artists. It is part of a continuous effort to ensure that artists have a space to create and engage with the public in Detroit.”
Source: www.thebelt.org
The pink glow above the horizon is the shadow of the earth as the sun sets, calledthe Belt Of Venus.
Tasty belts
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My dad (a farmer) wore this belt in his jeans everyday. I remember one particular occasion, during my early teenage years, he took his belt to me and tore my arse up pretty badly (probably deserved!)
When he was out of the house a few nights later, I decided to sneak into his room and wrap his big belt around my cock. One thing led to another and before I knew it his belt was covered in my cum. I didn't sleep a wink that night, panicking that my cum would still be wet on his belt the next morning. When I saw him wearing his belt the next day, there were obvious dried in cum stains. He never said a thing. Blowing my load over dad's belt soon became a regular occurrence.
The big tan leather belt buckled in my wranglers is just getting broken in. It will be a while before it's as supple as Dad's black leather belt that has been whipping arses for years (including my own!)