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Mefs section from last weeks wall...Crazy styles he,s got goin on here...Jus a lil tease to the r/H side of goats bit which i will post up in a day or so......
A bit of a jumble in composition terms, a vestige from the days when I was trying to be arty-farty with my transport photography. A damp day in Lincoln saw me capture Harry Secombe gurning in an urge for us to Keep Britain Tidy, while the municipal car park attendant in hallmark jobsworth cap awaits business in his booth, and Lincoln City Transport AEC Bridgemaster No.95 (TFE538) awaits its next turn of duty.
The bus was one of a batch of four Bridgemasters that that Lincoln took in September 1962, the final new customer for the not very successful low-height bus. In fact, AEC had already announced that it would cease production of the type, replacing it with the Renown model that did not sell any better. Lincoln’s purchase of the AEC Bridgemaster was a surprise, as Lincoln favoured Leylands. I believe that the four buses had originally been ordered by Leicester City Transport, so my guess is that AEC made an irresistible bargain offer to offload the unwanted buses. I wonder how much satisfaction Lincoln obtained from its Bridgemaster quartet? The type didn’t last very long in service, being withdrawn in 1974.
July 1972
Zorki 4 camera
Agfa CT18 film.
a bit of an artistic picture now, haha.
The RL8 is packed with a compact V8 as a powertrain, producing not as much horsepower as the Venozis RL7, but the radiator has moved upwards in order to catch better the air provided by the roof and that has increased the cooling efficiency significantly. It's like the RL8's got a 8th generation Intel I5 processor, while the RL7 has a 7th one Intel I7.
But why a V8, instead of a Boxer? Well, the joint project agreements involved the engine type choice aswell, and this is the setup we chose for our rides. The RL8 will also be the second model of the line to feature RWD instead of AWD, just like it's grandfather Asphalt RL4 (which has also been born on a circustance of a joint project with Alex B).
I waited in for 5 hours, for a home delivery that never arrived!.
I had planned to go out but had to reduce my shopping and browsing outing to a trip to the local Tesco.
For me going out is about being seen and making contact with people to make Trans a seen thing for whomever I come across, in this case the girl at the checkout. I have come across her before, in fact I think most of the checkout boys and girls in my local Tesco have met me now!
I am going out tomorrow, end of week treat for me. I am also looking forward to next week, a couple of trips out; a makeup lesson with a local friend, and then a trip into town to the office! The rest of the week will be gardening and house jobs.
I can't believe this was a week ago.
It was a bit blowy so I sometimes had a skirt issue but at least My hair stayed put.
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Bit of an amalgamation of some previous shots. Bit of backlighting, bokeh and smoke.
Flash on stand behind my head on lowest power at 128mm. Exhale of vape before the shutter opened with the fibre optic lp brush in the foreground. Took quite a number of similar shots with different points of focus. This one was my fave with everything out of focus. Bit of a tinker in lightroom et voila.
This is number 106 of my 365.
The centre of a fountain rose , posh name for a wild rose , i like the intricacy of all the little bits and the great colour
On the outskirts of Sale, A2 986 crosses Flooding Creek on its journey west from Bairnsdale with its water tank wagon.
Bit of a poppy fest going on just now. Firstly were these fields in Menorca a few weeks ago and last night I came across a cracker in East Lothian. I haven't looked at the East Lothian shots yet but am hopeful of some more good poppy shots.
350 mile round trip only to get home at 11pm to find out my equipment was filthy so this wasn't the shot I wanted but I've uploaded it as a reminder to myself to check my bits more thoroughly before indulging in activities where cleanliness is a must..
It always feels like one is going back in time a bit when you can find old signage on the backs of buildings in alleyways.
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except for a bit of rain, the past couple weeks have been one of the mildest autumns we've enjoyed. After a few complications with my ruptured bile duct, then a blood infection that was hiding and took a while to find in a lab culture, and a week on IV antibiotics my gallbladder was finally evicted. I was hoping the past many months of ill health were coming to a close. Unfortunately, after a week of testing negative while admitted to hospital, I tested positive for covid on the 7th day. That cancelled my last ERCP to remove the blockages and shunt put in last month. Somewhat on hold with getting all fixed, but hoping to end 2022 much healthier. Through this all Halle Lu has been amazingly careful and attentive with me. Today I went outside for the first time and sat in a lawn chair with my real camera. Had my favourite 70-200mm lens on the Canon which I realized instantly was a mistake. Halle Lu was so excited to have me outside with her again she wouldn't go more than 10" away from me. Had to call my husband outside to lure her away. You can tell by the slight torquing of her front paw she held still for only a 1/2 second then raced back to me. She had a blast! I'm itching to be well enough to hike, play and be active with her again.
Halle Lu trivia: my husband Don needed to use chicken breast and lots of calling to get Halle Lu far enough away from me to take her pic
Frankly Henry may have been a little bit naughty in the garden. He had had his fun with some daffodils, smooched with tulips, grabbed a gerbera or two, lain with a lily, but it was when he got in the dark with camelia he sensed things were really different, really special. With her marshmallow-pink open petals, she had flowered more naturally than all the others into a real beauty. She had class. She had been hanging at the back of the garden in a bush but some sixth sense led him to her. Perhaps it was her scent, the way she moved in the wind, the way she stood tall and proud.
And so it was that one night, as they stood, shoulder touching shoulder that Henry dropped to his knees before her, and looking up into her face spoke softly: "Camelia,.... Camelia darling, will you be mine?" She gasped. Her breast heaved as she drew in a quick breath, and slowly a smile replaced the look of surprise...and shock. And she whispered, "Yes. Henry! You can have all of me. I'm yours!!"