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Its been a while since i have not been to Prague and a few days where just not enough to capture the city. Inspired by blame_the_monkey and i do confirm that the location is full of rats and duck poo :)
Fyero hasn't had much of an issue these past couple days with the isolation and staying in the house. (We're not quarantined, just not venturing out more than needed.)
Fyero does however seem to be slightly annoyed that there are constantly people poking around the house and disturbing her naps. Can't blame her, while Scott stays mostly in his office, I'm moving around and just being a general pest to her.
Side note - has anyone else been experiencing issues with Flickr lately? I've been struggling to leave all of you comments. The pictures will load but the comment section of the page just... doesn't. Wondering if this is a me thing or a Flickr thing.
Hope everyone is staying safe & healthy.
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I was with my camera in the hangar, where they keep and maintain the Y-Wings. This is a dirty and low-light place, so that the heat radiation does not reveal its location to third parties. One of the starfighters came from the flight, and they quickly dismantled the supporting pylons and exhaust noodle off, so they were able to access the part of an overheated engine.
I do not know whether the hammer is the right tool for this job, but all I can do now is to monitor the situation…
I took this shot in the middle of the night. It was pitch dark and all the color patterns comes from a fire truck. The flashing lights were beaming all over the place. In front of my house there is a fire hydrant and the fire men needed more water for the fire truck. This incident took place several times during the night, due to a big fire. It was fascinating to see these flashing lights in different kind of colors, so I took this shot as a Bokeh.
"Private Parts" by Halestorm
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qaw569b1Ajc
"Private Parts"
(feat. James Michael of Sixx:A.M.)
Baby forgive me did I do something wrong?
(I don't wanna talk, cant we just let it go?)
What could be so bad that you'd leave me hangin' on?
(I'm not doin' time, this is not the scene of a crime)
I lay in bed at night contemplating, why the hell you gotta keep me waiting.
Every time I try to get a little closer
You shut down and the conversation's over
I'm right here, but you leave me in the dark
Show me your private parts.
Give it up baby, what are you afraid of
Love sucks when you don't know what it's made of
We get naked but I can't undress your heart
Show me your private parts, show me your private parts
I can't remember the last time that this felt real
(I would've cut you out, if I didn't love you)
And how can you blame me for feelin' the way I feel?
(I'm not blaming you, I'm just tryin' to figure it out)
I can take a little hesitating, I'll wait forever if its worth the waiting
Every time I try to get a little closer
You shut down and the conversation's over
I'm right here, but you leave me in the dark
Show me your private parts.
Give it up baby, what are you afraid of
Love sucks when you don't know what it's made of
We get naked but I can't undress your heart
Show me your private parts, show me your private parts
They say that silence is gold, but I think that's a lie
You think I already know, but I can't read your mind...
Baby forgive me did I do something wrong?
(I don't wanna talk...)
Show me your private parts
Every time I try to get a little closer
You shut down and the conversation's over
I'm right here, but you leave me in the dark
Show me your private parts.
Give it up baby, what are you afraid of
Love sucks when you don't know what it's made of
We get naked but I can't undress your heart
Show me your private parts, show me your private parts
64/80
doing a lot of photoshop these days. we recently painted this room, i think the walls kind of look like pea. but a nice pee. this was created with one old dusty white balloon that i found and blew up.. and there are errors because my photoshop has something to be desired but happy that i've gotten to shoot&upload in the same day for the past few days. white balance is overrated.
promise to catch up on everyone's streams soon, hope you're well xx
Enjoy :3 btw, that sculpture is made by me xD I made it last year :b
Blame the sunset for crap lighting :D
I'm bad at love
(ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one
(ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love
(Simon Barnes)
It was wonderful to spend some time in the deciduous forest this morning, where we are on holiday in southern Norway.
There were so many tits, finches, nuthatches, doves and goldcrests singing and building nests in the sunshine. Wonderful to watch and enjoy!
Even though we hear lots of seabirds and migratory birds where I live now, we don't have a lot of trees nor that many small birds singing. It's something I miss from growing up by the forest.
This blue tit (Cyanistes caeruleus) is from last year's archive.
(Blåmeis in Norwegian)
My album of birds and nests here.
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Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again
There's a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we're meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes 'cause
I'm bad at love
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one
That could finally fix me
Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love
I know that you're afraid
I'm gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you're afraid
I'm gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
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The Racetrack is a playa--a dry lakebed--best known for its strange moving rocks. Located in a remote area of California's Death Valley National Park, the heavy stones appear to move across the dried lake bed known as Racetrack Playa, leaving a trail behind them in the cracked mud.
In years past, the apparent movement was blamed on everything from space aliens and magnetic fields to pranksters. But until recently no one had actually seen the rocks move, which only added to the mystery.
As noted on the National Park Service website, the mystery was finally solved in 2014 when in a paper published in the August 27, PLOS ONE, a team led by Scripps Institution of Oceanography, UC San Diego, paleobiologist Richard Norris reported on first-hand observations of the phenomenon. Because the stones can sit for a decade or more without moving, the researchers did not originally expect to see motion in person. Instead, they decided to monitor the rocks remotely by installing a high-resolution weather station capable of measuring gusts to 1 second intervals and fitting 15 rocks with custom-built, motion-activated GPS units. The experiment was set up in Winter 2011 with permission of the National Park Service. Then –in what Ralph Lorenz of the Applied Physics Laboratory at the Johns Hopkins University, one of the paper's authors, suspected would be "the most boring experiment ever" –they waited for something to happen.
But in December 2013, Norris and co-author James Norris (of Interwoof and Richard's cousin) arrived in Death Valley to discover that the playa was covered with a shallow pond no more than seven centimeters (three inches) deep. Shortly after, the rocks began moving.
Their observations show that moving the rocks requires a rare combination of events. First, the playa fills with water, which must be deep enough to allow formation of floating ice during cold winter nights but shallow enough to expose the rocks. As nighttime temperatures plummet, the pond freezes to form sheets of "windowpane" ice, which must be thin enough to move freely but thick enough to maintain strength. On sunny days, the ice begins to melt and break up into large floating panels, which light winds drive across the playa pool. The ice sheets shove rocks in front of them and the moving stones leave trails in the soft mud bed below the pool surface.
I don't know...I am still going with the space alien theory!
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And he tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again
There's a guy that lives in the garden state
And he told me that we'd make it 'til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we're meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes 'cause
I'm bad at love (Ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one (Ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one, but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I'm riding through
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I'm in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes 'cause
I'm bad at love (Ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one (Ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I'm bad at love (Ooh-ooh)
I'm bad at love (Ooh-ooh)
I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
You know I'm bad at love (Ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one (Ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love (Ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I'm bad at love (Ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh
Some of Wisconsin Central's business train was hitching a ride south to Chicago for an upcoming OCS with the Map and Flag specially painted GP40-2s behind a pair of former Santa Fe SD45s at Buffalo Grove in 1998.
Soon, Metra would add a second main line here, WC would paint that second motor, and then Canadian National would come along and mess it all up.
At last, my only MOC of the summer is complete. Of course you can't blame me: I've been in and out the whole summer with brickworld, camp, wyoming, new jersey, and up next is maine. But finally, using the time in between, I finished my largest Halo vehicle. And I am also proud to say that this is the only fully minifig scale pelican in existence at 26 inches long. The only real problem is that the wings are so heavy that they keep falling off without stands placed beneath them, but I'll fix that later. But, if they WERE fixed properly, than they could rotate, as the back engine flaps do. The passenger bay, like the actual pelican, can hole ten sitting passengers and five standing, in addition to the two pilots and whoever might be in the engineering station. The rear hatch does open and close, and the top can detach in order to access the interior.
ALSO, if anyone noticed there are two lengths of 2x2 round bricks on the bottom of the pelican. I'm interested to see how many people can guess how I made them, and how I attached them to the pelican.