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A couple of years ago when descending Beinn Eighe I noticed Sgurr Dubh which is just opposite Beinn Eighe. I figured one would get great views of Liathach and Beinn Eighe from the other side. Indeed, on a good day the views can be really nice.
Here Bert is posing in front of Liathach.
I might come back here once winter returns. Has it not been way too warm lately?
green & white Paphiopedilum Maudiae - commonly known as Lady Slipper orchid. From my friend's indoor orchidarium in New Jersey. Thanks Miriam & Bert.
Sadly this 50's style diner is no more. I only got to visit there once. I wanted to go back but discovered the owner sold it to a golf cart company. This prop car was on top of the diner and the headlights lit up at night. The diner was loved by all in the town and will be greatly missed. Taken in 2019
Bert trying to find a way through the rocky arete of Ben Starav. Shame about the weather as the views would have been a treat.
Bert Joris Quartet
Presentation New CD "Magone"
@ jazzclub Porgy & Bess
Terneuzen
The Netherlands
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Bert (stranger 92).
“Yes, we all have to watch the little ones,” said Bert, he had just gone to buy fruit and vegetables (this time blackcurrants) at the market. “I do that every Tuesday, not on Saturdays, then I find it too busy between all those people. That's why I buy here. It makes quite a difference with what you pay in the store”. “Yes, just take a picture and I'll just walk up to you. They often ask to take a picture, I don't know what it is. I always like it”.
Thank you Bert.
This is the 92nd photo of my 3rd round of the 100strangers project.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the group 100 Strangers | Flickr: www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
He knew *EXACTLY* what he was doing when he posed this incredibly revealing picture to his Instagram feed!
After a strenuous gallop on the sands, there is only one thing Bert, the Lurcher Greyhound, wants to do!
Sandhead beach, Rhins of Galloway, Dumfries and Galloway.
I presumed at first that
Persephone & Bert were a couple because they were sitting alone when I first approached them on Yucca near Cahuenga in Hollywood, very close to where I lived for more than 20 years. They both let me know they were homeless, but that wasn't really an issue. Persephone was crying, weeping profusely in fact,
and explaining that there was a suicide, and she had a grandson she loved, and she had a husband who had disappeared, and "many contracts" that she was ignoring. She didn't explain what kind of contracts they were, but did show a Playboy centerfold from the Sixties of a blonde woman named Morrow who she said was her. And it did look quite like her, and I believe it was her, and she said that now she dyed her hair dark. I asked her if she knew Hefner, and she looked at me with an expression that said, "How could I not know him?"
Then she opened a journal of her reflections and poetry,
written in a florid script, and asked me to read it aloud,
which I did to the best of my ability, as it was hard to
make out, but it was about the mythical Persephone,
the Goddess of Innocence and the Queen of the Underworld,
who was kidnapped by Zeus, and though Bert showed no
interest in hearing her poem, she insisted I keep reading,
and then embraced me with all her heart and told me
I was "precious."
I asked many times to take her photo, and she said, "No, I'll GIVE you a photo - a good one - because I look like shit now, because I've been CRYING FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS." She repeated this like a sad mantra. She started crying intensely, and Bert seemed very uncomfortable with this, and I told her it was cool to cry, and she said, "NO - it's NOT cool." And I said all I meant is that it's okay to cry. And then she wept openly, and then wiped the tears away and laughed with pure joy. And then alternated between laughter and tears.
I told her she didn't look bad, because she really didn't, and Bert made me laugh by insisting that she did, in fact, look terrible. It was funny because Bert's closeness to her made me feel he wanted to be very close, but he kept saying things like this to her, cutting her to the quick, as I said to him, "You know, you have to learn how to speak your mind."
He then grabbed her,
and they did a kind of
ecstatic dance on the
sidewalk together, as people in cars watched but stayed
safely in their cars,
and noticed me snapping
photos, and Bert said, "Take your pictures now," and
Persephone laughed
like a delighted child.
Bert from Sesame Street mural, Curling Club building, Crown Avenue, Powell River, B.C., Canada.
Nikon D700
50mm f/1.8 E Series
Lately Bert has wanted to have a say in where we go for our weekend walks. Always open for input I have decided to let him do the scheming. I can't wait to find out what exciting places we will visit next weekend.
I can only guess but I think we might encounter squirrels, sheep and lots of deer for chasing; rivers to run along in; lochs to go swimming in; and snow to dig around and roll in.
Bert was nice but he was always complaining about how cold he was. "Is it cold in here? Is it just me?" Seriously, STFU Bert. Put a fucking sweater on.
5Dm2 + 28-70L, AB1600 on each side, snooted speedlite to BG.
Bert Trautmann is a football legend. He is famed as the Manchester City goalkeeper who broke his neck in the 1956 FA Cup final and played on. But his early life was no less extraordinary. He grew up in Nazi Germany, where first he was indoctrinated by the Hitler Youth, before fighting in World War Two in France and on the Eastern Front.
In 1945 he was captured and sent to a British POW camp where, for the first time, he understood that there could be a better way of life. He embraced England as his new home and before long became an English football hero.
Bert passed away July 19th 2013