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take it back to that moment
before you start to feel broken
just be slow, ♬ just be slow ♬
the things:
Ana Poses - Sneek
Ison - Evelin English cardigan (includes an optional collared shirt to wear underneath)
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NSM
# Part 1
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125) Olive-Backed Sunbird
Olive-backed sunbird, Cinnyris jugularis, Kelicap Bukit
Also known as the yellow-bellied sunbird, is a species of sunbird found from Southern Asia to SouthEast Asia to Australia. Feed largely on nectar, although they will also take insects, especially when feeding young. Their flight is fast and direct on their short wings. Most species can take nectar by hovering, but usually perch to feed most of the time. Originally from mangrove habitat, the olive-backed sunbird has adapted well to humans, and is now common even in fairly densely populated areas, even forming their nests near human homes.
Been on a hiatus for some time...I'm back to creating again, hope to see you all soon with Bakaboo updates!
Yo people, King was back with a bang, Hope you'll doing good.,
Good Morning Fellas, have a happy Thursday.
A patch of reeds.. glowing in the sunlight.. View On Black
HBW..!! Have a great day.. thanks for looking.
……There was quite a flow on the canal due to all the rain I guess?! So a last minute decision to moor meant a bit of a haul to pull her back. Quite a bit of boat activity given the weather - lots of folks on those that were not on the move too. A lovely walk even though a little damp. Happy Friday everyone, Alan:-)
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“Three weeks? Oh no, we don’t do that! Nine or ten days at most is enough for us. We’d never stay that long.”
Quite why this woman felt the need to question the length of our holiday in such admonishing tones was a question that hung tentatively in the air across the desk between us. That she’d obviously been earwigging the conversation between us and the hotel receptionist was another one that nobody seemed to have an answer to. Why do people so often seem to feel the need to impose their own values on you? I mean, we weren’t doing anything wrong that either of us were aware of. Apart from checking in at the same time as a busybody with an agenda that was. It’s not as if we were hatching plans to kidnap puppies, or hotwire the neighbour’s Vauxhall Viva while he’d gone to dominoes night at The Plume, was it? As far as we know, it is entirely legal to choose the length of your own holiday and go for three weeks if you so desire. Or even three months. Or three days if that’s what floats your boat. We smiled, nodded and hoped we wouldn’t bump into her or her husband for the remainder of the nine or ten days at most that they had booked themselves in for.
Apart from that, it was good to be back in this part of the world. Catalunya and the Balearics. Before we retired, we used to take just two weeks - because three was out of the question as far as work was concerned - in Majorca every summer. We often went in spring as well. It was like a second home for us. For many years we hoped it would become a first home in fact, but a lot of barriers seem to have put themselves in the way of that particular ambition. We loved exploring different corners of the island, finding spots that the likes of Mr and Mrs Noseyparker were never likely to discover, swimming and snorkelling in the gentle warm Mediterranean. It was a place where we were completely happy and knew exactly where we were going for those two precious August weeks. The journey home to the dreaded September silly season, otherwise known as the start of the autumn term, was always an especially low moment in the annual cycle of events. And from there things only ever seemed to get worse.
Then 2020 arrived and the world closed down for a couple of years. By the time things started to return to normal, we were no longer straitjacketed by the academic year planners. We could go away whenever we wanted. And “whenever we wanted” wasn’t in the middle of summer when prices were sky high and everyone else was on holiday too. Now we could take our holidays when the rest of the world was working or in school - well except for us and the couple who seemed to think that we should be on our way home by next Friday at the very latest. Head for the sun at bargain prices at the start of October and things are far more peaceful in these southern latitudes than they ever were in August. And now we were finally back in the Balearics. But instead of our old stomping ground, we’d decided to have a look at the quieter and smaller neighbour to the east. Neither of us had ever been to Menorca before, but we’d heard good things.
We could see the similarities almost immediately. The scented green pine forests and the baked red earth were so friendly and familiar. The curious balls of soft vegetation on the beaches that we’ve only ever seen on these islands. Unyielding white limestone walls flanking narrow roads, the edges as sharp as dragons’ teeth. Conversations in the local Catalan dialect rather than Spanish. Road signs leading the way to the “platja,” rather than the “playa.” We could easily be back on the island where we’d spent so many summers, but there were subtle differences too. There was a compactness that we liked, and even though the main road across the island was mostly a single carriageway in either direction, it soon became apparent that it wouldn’t take that long to get to wherever we wanted to go. And then there was that wild section of coastline to the north, mostly visited only by the hikers who were on the Cami de Cavalls, the long distance trail that circumnavigates the island.
The very first outing was a wild one too for that matter, as the tail end of a mainland storm strafed the top half of the island. White tops on the water at Cala Pregonda. It was a good job that I’d brought the camera bag then.
Back to our ubiquitous TR class locos, this time numbers 06 and 14 as they breeze their long train upgrade towards Rogerville with Friday evening's No 32 paper train. The evidence of all our recent rain can be seen here in an area that rarely does get green!.
Friday 6th October, 2017.
Photol By Steve Bromley.
Couldn't resist a trip out for this one. There was an inkling on the EM Rail Gen group around 15:00 where an 0Z20 Worksop to Kellingley Colliery was noted as a train 'of possible interest', especially with Worksop being the home to Harry Needles class 20s. 20901 and 20118 were noted heading north around 16:00 and I debated whether to leave work early and catch the pair around Kellingley, but instead opted to capture them at a location I've not visited for around two years, partly due to lockdown.
The return 6Z20 17:52 Kellingley Colliery to Chaddesden with a rake of box wagons which had been brought up from Ely in April 2019.
Whilst I know 20118 has worked previously out of Tinsley about 2-3 miles up the road, I'm not sure about the leading loco who's previous guises included D8101 and 20101. It certainly seems to have started its life north of the border in Scotland.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I am looking back today. It is the 8th anniversary of my father's passing and it feels like just yesterday. I love and miss him more than ever. Please spend time with those you love.
Take care.
The novice mistake from a few years ago, photographing nearby Crummock Water instead of Buttermere (Doh), were long forgotten. Not much of a dawn to speak of, however, the purple hues early doors made for some interesting long exposure work.
Thanks in advance for any comments or favourites you may wish to make.
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There's No Going Back
Song by Sick Puppies
Lyrics
I had a plan and it made God laugh
It didn't work, should've checked the math
I hit the wall 'cause I live too fast
I didn't know it could hurt that bad
I took the hope but there was none
I should've known that was so dumb
I was a dick when I was seventeen,
I thought the world brought me everything
But who am I knew I'd never be
Is everything that happens in between
There's no going back,
When life's a loaded gun, you pull the trigger, trigger
There's no going back
The past is in the past
Thank God it doesn't last forever
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
Yesterday was another life
Turning left didn't turn out right
Stuck in hell when I was twenty-five
You can't regret what you don't decide
I should have stayed, should have let go
Should've, could've means you'll never know
There's no going back
When life's a loaded gun, you pull the trigger, trigger
There's no going back
The past is in the past
Thank God it doesn't last forever
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
The future I'm living now
Is not what I'd thought it'd be
The person I was before
Is nothing like me
The future I'm living now
Is the way that I want it to be
The minute I walk through the door
I slam it behind me
There's no going back
When life's a loaded gun, you pull the trigger, trigger
There's no going back
The past is in the past
Thank God it doesn't last forever
There's no going back
Fuck that going back
There's no going back
Fuck that going back