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Somebody didn't bother looking for a trash can at a local community college. I put it where it should have been but not before capturing this piece of litter.
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countin' flowers on the wall
that don't bother me at all
playin' solitaire till dawn
with a deck of 51
smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me...
I've nothin' to do
Back in the days when nobody bothered about climbing a few steps into a bus or coach, all manner of things we'd consider strange nowadays turned up working bus services. Today there would preferably be no service, rather than one operated by a step entrance bus.
In the 1980 and '90s, the renowned Bassett's Coachways of Tittensor were contracted to operate the network of town services (and some more rural ones) in neighbouring Stone. Regular performers on them were Bassett's Plaxton Panorama Elite bodied Bristol LH / LHL coaches. In spite of the destination blind in the 'Bristol dome' reading Blackpool, the coach has more relevant information on an informal piece of paper in the nearside windscreen . . . such things were an independent operators speciality. Anyway, anyone using the service would know where the bus / coach was going and its driver would know them so information was largely irrelevant.
The Bassett fleet, in spite of its drab but characterful livery was a well run outfit with vehicles maintained to a very high standard. To that end, they procured good quality second hand stock and were keen buyers of youthful tour coaches from Robinsons of Great Harwood in Lancs. XTF 468L was an example of such, perhaps given away by its green seats, long a trademark of the Robinson operation.
"But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here..."
Yes, they are.... right here.
My day off....
My "To Do" list is pages and pages long. I never cross anything off it, I only add to the bottom of the list. So when I got up today.... my first thought.... I think I will go back to this location and pull those weeds to the right of the doorway because I might need this location again. Yup... and there you have it... my thought process, my inability to prioritize, and the reason nothing gets crossed off of my to do list (although.... if I add.... "pull the weeds at an abandoned building" to the list... I WILL have something to cross off! OK, works for me!)
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As an update.... my co-worker loved his Clown Birthday card. My favorite part of all of it... when he looked at me... and asked me.... so, tell me how you did this. Where is that clown from? (meaning,,, where did you copy and paste him from).... oh.... THAT'S ME!!... coworker's jaw drops, he stutters.... and finally spits out the words.... "ohhhhh, Torrie.... that just takes that to a whole other level." (I will never forget that look on his face) So.... there you go.... I have achieved a whole new level of craziness (Let's be serious... I probably would have gotten there, eventually, anyway). And the photo.... three weeks later... sits on his desk.... with a sad deflated red balloon hanging from it and a vase full of very dead flowers. And he says he likes it that way.... I'm not exactly sure what his clients must think of HIM at this point...and that kind of takes HIM to a whole other level, too...
...and the saddesr part is that I doubt if I will EVER be able to top this birthday card (but it's not like I won't at least try....afterall... I DO have PRIORITIES!!)
(and on a side note... this clown costume just might be the best $5 I have ever spent... I really love it! Have I just achieved another level?!)
ISN'T HADLEY SO CUTE???
I bought a truckload of things from MonChatDansLaLune's etsy!! :D
She has some really cute stuff so go get something before she sells out!
In that "Just can't be bothered mode" at the mo, inspiration is at zero, ideas are -1 & generally every thing is "just another" , maybe tomorrow ! ;-))
"Just an old faded photograph of you,
one I always will treasure more than gold..." from an old country song.
Wood Duck, male
Aix sponsa
This drake was not too concerned about my presence, quite unusual in my experience.
Kensington Metropark, Oakland County, MI
A 365 I didnt bother scanning in from a couple of weeks ago,
ive been away so brace yourself for a whole lot of picture spamming.
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*PS text-overload don't bother to read.
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Magic oh sweet magic of mother nature,
the never ending universe,
the goodness in all people of the world,
can you please help me appreciate my life?
Normally I just go thru days wishing they would finish. (or at LEAST just wishing I could STOP thinking about what time it is, what day it is, let it all pass)
I do stuff, work, study, go to the gym (or lately I've been best friends with the couch), eat, read (try to anyway) just to get the days to pass.
I do want to make the best out of my life, I just haven't really gone the right way yet.
*I figured today,
that one day in my life,
I need to go somewhere and get spiritual guidance,
I want to be able to meditate. I've read that in India they have spiritual teachers.
Maybe converting to Buddhism can be a good and crazy idea?
. You know they think depression is just caused because of that individual person not accpeting/knowing that he/she is part of something bigger? And that all the people in the world are in reality one?
.I need to read more about this.
Does anybody know anything regarding this?
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Kind Regards,
N
PS: I'm sorry about always using the same textures over and over again,
I guess I just find some favorites and then I use them until I feel I've had enough and go on the search for new ones.
It's funny how some tend to take what they see regularly as being "common and mundane" ; yet I can see how people in other countries would look at this image and say "Wow, I wish I had birds like that visit my yard"!
I don't take nature for granted.... We are blessed if we bother to take our "blinkers" off and open our eyes and minds to appreciate what surrounds us!
Hope you like what you see - best if viewed LARGE on Black!!
Have an awesome day and week everyone; and thanks for any comments, views or favorites for this or any of my other images - always appreciated!!
My wife has two orchids in our front window. They seem to like that spot as they are always in flower and seem to require very little fuss or bother. This one has white flowers, which inspired me to try a high key black and white edit for slider Sunday
The full crazy story & set about how pushy street vendors bothered me so much...till I shot them: goo.gl/zDm9tS
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One-day bother.
A weed?
I wonder.
DeKalb County (Vista Grove), Georgia, USA.
19 June 2020.
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A grey heron is standing on the bank of pond without bothering about the people passing close by in its back.
Der Johannapark wurde in den Jahren 1858 bis 1863 von dem Leipziger Unternehmer und Bankier Wilhelm Theodor Seyfferth (1807–1881) auf eigene Kosten angelegt und später der Stadt gestiftet. Damit wollte er an seine im Alter von 21 Jahren verstorbene Tochter Johanna Natalie Schulz erinnern. Der Überlieferung nach war sie daran zerbrochen, dass sie dem väterlichen Wunsch entsprechend den ungeliebten Dr. Gustav Schulz heiraten musste. Voller Reue gedachte ihr Vater, der Nachwelt etwas, das in ihrem Sinne gewesen wäre, zu hinterlassen: Seyfferth erwarb die am Pleißeufer gelegene Martorffer Wiese und einige angrenzende Flächen und ließ sie nach Plänen von Peter Joseph Lenné (1789–1866) in einen Park im Stil englischer Landschaftsgärten verwandeln. Wie bei Lenné üblich wurden viele exotische Baumarten angepflanzt, so dass der Park streckenweise den Charakter eines Botanischen Gartens bekam. Im Zentrum der Grünanlage wurde ein Teich mit einer kleinen Insel und zwei Brücken angelegt. Mit Seyfferths Tod 1881 ging der Park testamentarisch auf die Stadt Leipzig über mit der Bedingung, das Gelände nicht zu überbauen. Er wurde nochmals bis zu einer Grundfläche von acht Hektar vergrößert. Mit dem Bau der Lutherkirche zwischen 1884 und 1887 wurde ein architektonischer Akzent im Stil der Neogotik gesetzt. Durch die Zusammenlegung mit den Gärten und Grundstücken einiger im Zweiten Weltkrieg zerstörter Gebäude kam der Park zu seinen heutigen Abmessungen.
(Quelle: Wikipedia.de)
Johannapark (Johanna's Park) was laid out between 1858 and 1863 by the Leipzig entrepreneur and banker Wilhelm Theodor Seyfferth (1807-1881) at his own expense and later donated to the city. With this donation he wanted to honour the memory of his daughter Johanna Natalie Schulz, who died at the age of 21. According to tradition, she was broken by the fact that she had to marry the unloved Dr. Gustav Schulz according to her father's wish. Full of remorse, her father intended to leave behind to posterity something that would have been in her best interests: Seyfferth acquired the Martorff Meadow, located on the banks of the River Pleiße, and some adjoining areas and had it transformed into a park in the style of English landscape gardens according to plans by Peter Joseph Lenné (1789-1866). As usual for Lenné, many exotic tree species were planted, so that the park partly got the character of a botanical garden. A pond with a small island and two bridges was created in the centre of the park. With Seyfferth's death in 1881, the park was bequeathed to the city of Leipzig in his will, with the condition that the area not be built over. It was enlarged again to a total area of eight hectares. With the construction of Luther Church between 1884 and 1887, an architectural accent was set in the Gothic Revival style. By integrating the gardens and plots of land of some buildings destroyed in the Second World War, the park reached its current dimensions of 11 hectares.
Source: Wikipedia.de
And I wonder why I bother
So much controlled by so few
Stumbling from one disaster to another
I've heard it all so many times before
It's all a dream to me now
A dream to me now
And if we're lost
Then we are lost together
Yeah if we're lost
We are lost together
This was from my first shoot with Jan Farn. Both that shoot, and Jan Farn herself have had a pretty big impact on my photography. I'm Lucky to have a friend and am influence like Jan Farn in my life. She's great.
Hilda did a lovely job on the makeup.
So many people don't bother to have their cats neutered and end up with kittens that they don't want. Many of these kittens end up in rescue centres. Daisy is one such kitten. She is 9 weeks old and full of beans, but she wasn't wanted. Fortunately she is now in a lovng home, with food and water, a cosy bed, and lots of playtime!
The RSPCA do amazing things - they save animals every day from a meaningless life, from a painful life.
One of their key campaigns is the Five Freedoms.
Freedom from hunger and thirst
# by ready access to fresh water and a diet to maintain full health and vigour.
Freedom from discomfort
# by providing an appropriate environment including shelter and a comfortable resting area.
Freedom from pain, injury or disease
# by prevention or rapid diagnosis and treatment.
Freedom to express normal behaviour
# by providing sufficient space, proper facilities and company of the animal's own kind.
Freedom from fear and distress
# by ensuring conditions and care which avoid mental suffering.
So, for the pets who were given as Christmas gifts and are not wanted a month on; for the garden birds who've suffered in the cold weather; for the battery hens and mutilated seals; for intensively farmed puppies and kittens beaten and left for dead; for the 150-200 animals still used in circuses; for all of these we raise awareness of the vital work carried out by the RSPCA.
The main RSPCA homepage is www.rspca.org.uk/
"Why bother to waddle or toddle when Mum can do the walking?" Egyptian goose with young passenger and entourage – springtime in Bushy Park, Teddington.
LoR freebuild for February.
After my last build I had intended to build a moc for the Loreos LC XIIIIIII or whatever we're at now, but then I found my Lego planet that I had bought with the intent of using it to make a domed roof and never done anything with. So I figured with a new setting in Loreos I had the perfect opportunity to dabble in Eastern architecture and make use of that planet (as well as all those palm leaves I bought at the Lego Store). So I built Trenton a house. I was going to write a story but there really wasn't much to say so I didn't bother. Next up Loreos LC XIIIIII.
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He wondered if he had been right to bother, as he pushed the branches aside, carefully so that they didn't whip back in his face. The track from where the car park used to be was so overgrown, a stranger to these parts wouldn't have found their way. But some sort of satisfaction flowed to his head as he realised that the shape and feel of the path through the soles of his feet was familiar. And when the undergrowth thinned and his view opened out he felt a wave of recognition as he saw the little curved beach of mauve and purple slate shards, with the lakeside water lapping gently at its edge. And there was the bench, sitting empty and cold. But where was the tree, a hint of fear in his mind as his old eyes scanned to the right, fearful some wanton vandals had triumphed where others had failed? A frantic intense look into the poor light and then he noticed the shape, a bit further to the right than he remembered: ahhhh!. The Padarn Lone Tree lives on! Still looking much like it did when he was younger.
Younger? Younger, when he was last here aged 62?. For now it was exactly twenty years on, and progress across the beach of slate slivers was tricky under stiff legs and ankles. Yes, he had to admit he was pretty frail now, conscious of his age, as he carefully and slowly swivelled round to lower himself onto the bench. Why the hell hadn't they made it face down the lake towards the pass at Nant Peris? Well, no one else was about in the early morning gloom, to hear his whinge, as he weighed up if he thought, with a bit of effort he could get his legs up on the wood so he could sit looking out to the tree and the dark shape of his beloved Dinorwic, above and beyond.
It seemed strange there were no togs jostling for position with set up tripods and adjusted filters. But that was a long time ago. Before the pandemic. Life had changed. People didn't travel anymore, living literally in their own bubbles or spheres, stupid big plastic domes over their heads like fish bowls. But the world was now on Covid 25. Tens of millions had died in the last two decades. And now with this latest one, where criminal gangs had stolen viruses from the Russian laboratory and were currently holding the world to ransom while they hid in secret hidden lairs, there seemed no end in sight to the human misery.
He should have had his environment dome on this morning but he no longer gave a shit, too old to care any more. Too long lived to be scared.
He sat there, absorbing the view, savouring the fresh cool air as his mind chewed over what he was doing there. So many times he had been to this spot in happier times. With her. So many years he had followed her pert little butt, all over the country but especially in Snowdonia. She had such personality, character and a sense of fun. He had loved her right down to the little grey and white hairs that covered her bum. No, he wasn't some sort of perve but the little schnauzer had been far more than just a friend to him. On their own he could talk to her about anything, and although she had always been the yappy type, when they disagreed, he knew he would always win. But she was no longer with him. That was in the past.
Now it was so quiet. And it was chilly. Two mallards paddled past, swiftly without saying a word as if they were on their way to a meeting. And then everything was still again, the water flat, no breeze to rustle the leaves in the trees. He was alone with his thoughts. Until he remembered he had brought something special with him. It was hard and big against his thigh and he struggled to pull it out of his coat pocket but with relief he managed to get it free and hold it up in front of his face. Hmmm. As an afterthought when he left the house he had rammed a bottle of Hibiki Japanese Harmony whisky in his pocket. Now a smile formed on his face as he twisted the glass stopper and put the bottle to his lips. He only let a little flow into his mouth closing his lips around it and letting the spirit bathe his tongue in the smoothest rich, fiery golden honey on earth. And when he swallowed after a bit, wow, the sensation went all the way to his soul. His personal trainer had a twinkle in her eye when she said it was bad for him at his age. But he had an understanding with her, he thought, that meant it was alright.
How he wished he was her age again. All the things he had done: should he have done things differently? One life. With every day passed, one day less left to live. And he wanted to live. For another adventure. His eyes looked out to the lone tree and then cast a little left to the dark forboding shape of the quarry above, where he guessed his goats still lived. Yes, Life........... A thought crossed his mind. He heard Jim Bowen's voice on the vintage TV gameshow, Bullseye. "Look what you could have won!"
Shit, What could he have won if he had done things differently? Could he have been happier? His mind was hovering on that point, trying to imagine the possibilities when there was a rustle in the bushes behind the bench. Suddenly he remembered Darcy: He spun round. Where was she? Had she wandered off into the bushes whilst his mind had drifted? But the rustling intensified and out popped a white face with terrifying, crazy eyes. And short horns on its head. But his fear dissolved almost instantly. It was Esmerelda, a goat he had come to know in the quarry several years ago when he came across her in a slate shed with her hour old kid. No; not Darcy. She was long gone.
Esmerelda stayed with him then for a bit, chewing at the branches and low hanging fruit as he turned to look down the lake again. Yes, what if? What if he had his time again, even just from the age of 62? What should he have done differently in this one life? What could he have won instead? He was still thinking about that when he felt he should have another swig from the bottle and raised it to his lips. But it was already empty.
Taken, edited, and uploaded with an iPhone 4.
I posted these photos early this summer but the processing has been bothering me. I finally got around to giving it another try :)
Bothered by robins all afternoon, this owl spent the day hunting and finally came up with a nice rat, probably for its young.
A couple more Wintery scenes from the snow covered hills of the Peak District...
The sun was just beginning to hit the hills. The Grouse were surprisingly active with lots of behaviour you'd normally recognise in late Winter/early Spring.
Fortunately this female chose to sit still and didn't seem bothered by my approach.
Envy - Afgunst
For the Doka 'Seven Sins' series.
And for Six Word Story.
Alternative title:
'How many views did you say?'
Don't Bother Me. This is a crowded train. I'm pretending to look busy reading a week old newspaper. Lost and found baseball cap. Walgreen reading glasses. Made in China for sure. They make the best. And never mind these vagabond shoes that are longing to stray. They'll step around the heart of it. New York, New York. I'm on No. 7 Train from Flushing-Main Street to Times Square. I'd make it anywhere. Yeah, oh New York, New York.
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