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Clockwise from top right - Life booklet of index cards bound in leather; green postcard bag; large Midori Traveler's notebook with Blackwing pencil; dark brown Life notebook cover (for books and iPad); Kaweco rollerball pen with leather case; MT washi tape; Traveler's stamp; golden clip from Japan; Faber-Castell Ambition fountain pen in Pearwood
Unusual to see the current generation of Ford Focus in battenburg as most police forces have moved away from them.
Pictured is one of the new marked response cars used by Essex County Fire & Rescue Service.
The number plate identifiers show that the car was built at Special Vehicle Preparations. A local company based in Earls Colne that builds emergency vehicles. Predominately they build Fords including most of the UK Ford Demonstrator police vehicles. Examples include the Focus RS, Mustangs and Raptor Ranger we’ve seen in recent years.
The swollen Current River in Van Buren Missouri by Notley Hawkins Photography. Taken with a Canon EOS 5D Mark IV camera with a Canon EF16-35mm f/4L IS USM lens at ƒ/18.0 with a 3.2 second exposure at ISO 200. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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Some current project which required me to rebuild the Marina and Shrimp Shack... I should have bought the 32 x 32 tan baseplate that was available years ago if I'm not mistaken. But I guess blue will have to do. Am planning to expand the broad walk and maybe add a sandy beach area there on the right.
using "Airdroid" remote, this is a picture of the front camera, triggered online via wifi. It is the current-outlet of my lamp in the living room.
Joking! It is the dwarf star next to our sun. Just some lightyears away.
As the current of the river carried my kayak swiftly by you can just imagine my face witnessing this rare event! I bet he was out looking for nests to rob. Poor birds don't stand a chance. He was lifting up his nose as if to sniff my scent in the air much like a bear. I am becoming quite the stealthy river rat when I can sneak up on a Mink.
i wanted to do a lot more with the previous cockfight piece i had done back in january but due to close calls with law enforcement i was unable to do everything i wanted to do. so i decided to re-work this theme on a legal wall i have.
this piece can either be viewed as a statement about the war, or a statement on the oil spill. its open to interpretation.
Currently on loan at Reading Buses is Scania N280UD / Alexander Dennis Enviro400 MMC H45/28F Bio Gas demonstrator 106 DD16GAS. In late September 2018 it turned up at Fleet Station operating a service 7 back to Reading.
Current keeper since 1997.
One of my favourites from 2022. The Delta is my favourite 5 door hatch, and this one almost my perfect specification.
The MOT history suggests very little use in recent years, so I feel very fortunate to have caught this out and about. Registered (imported?) in 1997 and still with its first UK owner.
==The Clocktower- Current Residence of the Bat-Family. One day after the Misfits' attack==
"Thank you, Mr Pennyworth," Needham said gratefully, as he took his cup of tea from off of Alfred's silver platter, and sipped it slowly. “Look," he continued, turning his attention to Bruce. "Fiasco believed that Day was masterminding events; Toying with Carson and the Misfits, maybe King of Cats too, all in a deliberate attempt to lure Walker back to Gotham. As part of a scheme where he needed him, and the rest of his crew, in attendance.”
“And you believe him?” Bruce asked.
"Hhn. I believe something's going on. But whether Day's the mastermind, or he's another pawn like Carson is another matter entirely."
Bruce considered this. “That doesn't absolve Walker. Or Fiasco."
“No," Needham agreed, staring into the cup distractedly. "Still, I had to let them go. I have faith that if they can just put the pieces together, maybe find a way to neutralise Krill, then perhaps-"
"That's not on them, Eric. And it's not on you either."
"But Batman, listen-"
"No. If there is a conspiracy at large, I'll look into it myself, but I need you focused on the False Facers. Word is that Henry Ferris, Iron-Hat, is back in Gotham, operating under Sionis' orders and I need to know why. There's a gang war brewing here; one our new mayor will undoubtedly profit from."
"Batman-"
"That's an order, Spider."
Needham obliged, and rose to his feet, walking towards his parked motorcycle. Turning his head back to Bruce, he spoke. “Do you know why Walker's gotten to you? Because you believed in him. Because you had to. After Dent, and Hush, you desperately needed to believe in redemption; real, honest redemption. But, the truth is, it doesn't exist. Because people... people are ugly and messy. But that doesn't mean you stop trying; It was your faith in me that kept me going and it's my faith in them that's going to save the Misfits."
==Arkham Asylum==
When The Joker had first taken over the Asylum, Jeremiah Arkham had himself been taken prisoner; in the subsequent weeks, he would become an outlet for the clown's musings and sadistic habits. With Day forging documents on his behalf and Zolomon dealing with the odd trespasser, few had even noticed Arkham was missing. And so long as Billings' illusion held, the Asylum would appear to outsiders as it always had; A dark blemish in the Gotham skyline. All except for one man, who watched the building vigilantly, a gun in his hand, scanning the windows for any sign of movement, any hint at the horrors hidden behind its grim facade.
Making himself at home in the doctor's study, the clown had been quick to dismantle his trophies, vandalise his artwork and incinerate his paperwork. "Tut tut tut, a lot of ABBA. You like ABBA, Jerry?" he asked mockingly, as he rifled through Arkham's rather pitiful record collection. "Mama Mia, here we go again..." he muttered under his breath.
His concentration, was disrupted by the sudden crashing of the door, as a black suited man barged into the room; the watcher from outside, who aimed a silver pistol between the clown's soulless eyes, and without a moment's hesitation, pulled the trigger. Before it could reach its target however, the bullet was intercepted by Zoom's gloved hand, who held it between his fingers, mere inches from the clown's face. The breeze from Zoom's arrival had knocked the intruder backwards, separating him from his weapons as he landed at Joker's feet.
"Huh," the clown frowned, an ABBA record still in his hand. "You, sir, look more like a Nirvana fan. You even smell like Teen Spirit to boot. Pwhoar!"
"Youuuuuuuu saaaaaaaaid wewouldbe secure," Zolomon hissed, as he watched the man curiously.
"Uhuh; almost, Hunter. I said almost," the clown corrected him, as he knelt down beside the intruder. "Always read the terms and conditions. You know, I'm slowly beginning to understand what it's like being an Arkham guard... Revolving door indeed... Eraser, isn't it?" he asked. "Awfully hard to keep track of your lot, you know. You multiply like rabbits."
Fiasco snarled. "Go to hell."
"Already been and already barred! It's overrated anyhow and not at all like the brochure," Joker replied.
"Hooooowwwwwwwdid yoooooou find uuuuuus?" Zoom demanded, as he pulled their new prisoner to his feet. Fiasco, stared back at him in utter incomprehension.
"He's asking how you found us, sweetie," Joker said flatly. "In English, Hunter, please."
Fiasco scoffed bitterly. "It wasn't hard; you're all far too sentimental; Day used Arkham as a staging ground in his last big attack. And I knew Crane wouldn't resist getting another shot at revenge neither. Factor in some poetic symmetry, that this was where Drury killed Larson that first time, and boom. Kinda obvious, really."
"Touché..." Joker smirked. "Though I think you'll find it's Carson."
"Daaaaay called him Barson," Zolomon intruded.
"I think you'll find that I don't care either way," Fiasco shot back at them both.
"Oh my, he's a rather sharp witted pencil, isn't he? Adorable," Joker remarked to an unimpressed Zoom. "It's almost a shame that he's been putting threads together. Ones that we simply can not allow to get out... Oh, well."
"Oh, please," Fiasco spat, still struggling in Zoom's grip, "If I know, it's only a matter of time before the Bat does too."
Joker laughed. "Batsy, yes... Now there's an ever present pain in my abdomen; or perhaps that's the appendicitis again... Still, we've got a contingency for that. You've met Spellbinder, wonderful houseguest. Heavy drinker... A real pity, that."
He snapped his fingers, and Billings limped into the room, his eyes widening as they made contact with Fiasco's. "How did you-?" he began, sweating nervously.
"Well, isn't that the question of the hour!" Joker glared maliciously. "I didn't clothe you, feed you and spring you from Blackgate just for some faulty hardware. Imagine if it failed for Batsy, or Drubert, heaven forbid!"
Billings swallowed, avoiding the clown's eyeline. "As I... tried to explain, the illusion holds for long as those affected continue to accept it as their reality. Once rejected or dismissed, however, the illusion loses its hold on the mind and simply... fades away. Like a mirage in the desert."
"Then whatdowe dooooooowith him?" Zoom inquired, glaring at Fiasco, his arm still wrapped around his neck.
Joker smiled. "Keep 'im. I want to have a spare for when Arkham dies."
~-~
Days passed, and still, Fiasco remained The Joker's prisoner. Following a lead from Mr Freeze, Batman had come and gone, with the clown's cabal believing he'd found nothing of note during his brief visit; Fiasco himself had been moved to Crane's old cell.
Meanwhile, in the study, the clown was firing arrows blindly. Strapped to a chair, squirming as each misfire drew closer to his skull, was Jeremiah Arkham, an apple laid atop his sweaty head. About half the arrows had rubber tips; Harmless; The rest, had recently been sharpened. Joker stuck his tongue out, in a display of faux determination and fired his next arrow. "Now, I know you're just a side project, but I can't help but think we've developed a real bond here! And I don't just mean the ropes and zip-ties."
"The Caaaaaaaaalendar Maaaaaan has returned," Zolomon announced, speeding into the room.
Joker turned his head, put his bow on the ground and winked at Arkham. "Goody, send him in. You- don't go anywhere: Can't be far from a nervous breakdown now, huh, Jerry?" he chuckled as strutted over to his captive and took a bite of the apple, spewing chunks into Arkham's hair as he spoke. "Clearly, the apple doesn't fall all that far from the tree. Hah!"
"I know about Fiasco, Joker," Day stormed into the room. "We had an arrangement; The Misfits were mine."
"Yes, an arrangement that was null and void the second that little stripey son of a tree pointed a gun in my face," Joker rolled his eyes. "He's not harmed. Much."
"I trusted you-" Day spluttered.
Joker shrugged. "Eh. You really shouldn't have."
Zoom put himself in-between Joker and Day, placing a hand around the latter's arm. "Enough. Weeeeeeee mussssssssstfind Walker," he insisted. "The Erasaaaaaaaaaser knows Waaaaaaalker. Sohe must bemadeto taaaaaaalk."
"No need," Day replied plainly. "Abner has a lead."
=Tompkins Homeless Shelter. Gotham=
Behind his iron mask, Ferris' nose wrinkled; This was not where he had wanted to meet. He, would've preferred the Iceberg Lounge, even that Olympus bar, run by that delusional Zeus character would be preferable; Provided he'd put a shirt on, that is.
Instead, he was stuck here; in a venue almost certainly chosen to make him as uncomfortable as possible.
The door chimed as a white suited figure entered the building and greeted Ferris. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Maybe an old Hitler Youth ad?" he joked.
Ferris tilted his head upwards. "Krill," he said coldly.
"Adolf," the spotted man smiled snidely.
"Hope you don't mind," he elaborated, as he slid into the chair opposite him. "But the gay bar down the street's closed, and that feminist rally has been rescheduled."
"Sure," Ferris said stiffly.
"Don't worry, you're safe here; free food, doctor/patient confidentiality, the works. Oh, over here, love," Krill called out, as the server, a young Vietnamese woman, placed two hot bowls of noodle soup between them. Krill winked at her, then slurped down the mixture hungrily. Ferris looked back at him, the mask failing to hide the disgust emanating from his body.
"Ordered in advance," Krill slurped, as his free hand waved his phone at Ferris. "Not a problem for you, I'm sure."
"Of course not," Ferris lied, as he watched Krill spoon several clumps of wet noodles into his mouth. "You're a hard man to get a hold of."
Krill raised a warning finger. "And with good reason; I've only ever accepted serious and/or rich clients. Well, and you, I suppose. Might I just say that helmet really brings out your eyes? That is a very deep shade of blue," Krill teased. "Now, you said you had something for me?"
"Correct," Ferris said. "I'd heard you were looking for those... bug boys, Misfits, whatever you wanna call 'em, doesn't matter... About a week ago, I overheard the chi-"
At this, Krill cringed. "Oho, wow. Oh, wow, you're doing a hardcore racist thing- classy. Real high brow," he recoiled.
"Fine," Ferris hissed reluctantly. "I overheard Bookworm mention a school to Sionis. Greendale. Didn't think much of it, until one of my contacts said they spotted Lynns and the ni- Firebug" he breathed in heavily, "In the city center scoffing down ice cream and swinging their swords around."
Krill paused."That's not a homophobic euphemism is it-?" he queried.
"No," Ferris growled, his patience growing thinner.
"Just checking!" Krill shrugged passively. "Still, worth a look. Greendale, did you say? Neato..."
As Krill rose to his feet, he turned back to Ferris, his lip curled. "What is it?" Ferris demanded.
"Y'know, normally, I wouldn't care, but you've piqued my interest... What exactly do you get out of this? If it were Franco, sure, I'd understand, but you? I mean, let's say Sionis got wind of this-"
"Well he's not going to, is he?" Ferris challenged him. Beneath his mask, he smiled as he repeated Franco's own mantra; "The wind's changing, Mr Krill. From what I hear, there's going to be a change in management very soon; I'm just making sure I'm on their side when it comes. And Sionis? Well, Sionis can't exactly weld another mask to my face, can he?"
"No," Krill conceded, a coy smile on his face. "But you can't exactly rule out a codpiece either."
Current global population (of this BLACK KITE) estimates run up to 6 million individuals. Unlike others of the group, black kites are opportunistic hunters and are more likely to scavenge...Wikipedia.
Personal note: The Canon 5dSR/100-400mmII makes a difference, now I am happy with this shot of this very common raptor captured in Japan; and if you hadn't noticed, this camera and lens is now my everyday walk around combo.
China, Zhangjiarjei National forest park.
Currently in Hong Kong where Google and Flickr aren't blocked by the government (not sure what is so subversive about Flickr??)
It is still difficult to find and photograph birds in China, it is difficult to access rural spaces, but when you can it can be quite rewarding.
I saw one of these on our trip last year and got a rubbish shot, but this year I've seen probably over 100, so it just seems to be 'locally common'.
maybe its weird but these guys bring me so much joy, and they mean a lot more to me than i could explain
these are my current teegle pet horses, i walked into my house on sl this morning and saw them like this i couldnt help but snap a quick photo.
I always wanted to build the Vickers Valiant and other larger planes but since I currently have a very limited storage room for LEGO, it was impossible to build those planes.
However, I saw some of the models of my friend Dornbi (Peter Dornbach), I got inspired and I decided to make an experiment and build a mini-scale Vickers Valiant.
The model features a large internal bomb bay and a large nuclear bomb inside.
This is the first mini-scale plane that I make in a while so I´m still learning how to make them.
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RD21014. On a dull, dismal rainy autumnal evening, Northern Railways 142 Class Pacer DMU 142096 waits for departure time at Whitby in North Yorkshire; it is bound for Middlesbrough via the scenic Esk Valley Line.
The Class 142 Pacers, or Skippers, as they where known in the West of England, were built by British Rail Engineering at Derby in the period 1985 – 1987. They were based on the then current Leyland National Bus and were a cheap method of providing rolling stock for branch lines and local stopping services.
They weren't very popular with the passengers though, as the rigid four wheels and lack of bogies led to rough riding and much rail squeal on curves. I was once told that the drivers didn't like them either because the uncomfortable driver's seat gave them backache.
Withdrawals began in 2019 and they will all be gone by the summer of 2020; some however will live on in preservation as several are destined for heritage railways and 142001 has gone to the National Railway Museum at Shildon in Co. Durham.
Sunday, 29th September, 2019. Copyright © 2020 Ron Fisher.
I was so inspired by the cover of the current USA Philatelic catalog I saw at the Post Office - it features the most beautiful Cherry Blossom Centennial postage stamp!
I'm also taking the on-line Tim Holtz class and wanted to try the brushless watercolor technique with some of my distress inks. Using the cherry blossom stamp from an older HA set called CL228 Asian Elements I inked it up with spun sugar, worn lipstick, walnut stain and peeled paint distress inks, spritzed with water and stamped on a piece of watercolor paper repeating several times. I then added a few single flower images from this same set that were not misted as heavily with water. Afterwards I painted a "sky" in the background using a combination of water and tumbled glass distress inks.
Sentiment is from CL342 Everyday Sayings. After distressing edges with antique linen and walnut stain distress inks piece was mounted with foam tape on an eggshell base stamped in HA soft sand with S5507 Envie pattern and distressed with pumice stone distress ink.
Hope everyone has a great weekend! I'll be back later to comment in the pool:)
TFL and for all your sweet comments!
Here's a view of my studio, abode etc. It's way too small , but it will be a great place to get started, with smaller things. I sleep here most nights :))
When the tide ebbs, it exposes sand that has been sculpted into a pattern of infinite variations by the retreating water.
Ocean Park, Washington.
This vegan pepperoni & cheese pizza from Blackbird is currently Rowan's favourite! The store we get it from, Orii, sells out of it pretty quickly though, so it can be hard to get a hold of!
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Why veganism:
Built 1857-58. Current facade from 1898.
"Mile End is a neighbourhood and municipal electoral district in the city of Montreal, Quebec, Canada. It is part of the Plateau-Mont-Royal borough in terms of Montreal's municipal politics.
Montreal (/ˌmʌntriˈɔːl/ MUN-tree-AWL; officially Montréal, French: [mɔ̃ʁeal]) is the second-most populous city in Canada and most populous city in the Canadian province of Quebec. Founded in 1642 as Ville-Marie, or "City of Mary", it is named after Mount Royal, the triple-peaked hill around which the early city of Ville-Marie is built. The city is centred on the Island of Montreal, which obtained its name from the same origin as the city, and a few much smaller peripheral islands, the largest of which is Île Bizard. The city is 196 km (122 mi) east of the national capital Ottawa, and 258 km (160 mi) southwest of the provincial capital, Quebec City.
As of 2021, the city had a population of 1,762,949, and a metropolitan population of 4,291,732, making it the second-largest city, and second-largest metropolitan area in Canada. French is the city's official language. In 2021, it was spoken at home by 59.1% of the population and 69.2% in the Montreal Census Metropolitan Area. Overall, 85.7% of the population of the city of Montreal considered themselves fluent in French while 90.2% could speak it in the metropolitan area. Montreal is one of the most bilingual cities in Quebec and Canada, with 58.5% of the population able to speak both English and French.
Historically the commercial capital of Canada, Montreal was surpassed in population and in economic strength by Toronto in the 1970s. It remains an important centre of commerce, aerospace, transport, finance, pharmaceuticals, technology, design, education, art, culture, tourism, food, fashion, video game development, film, and world affairs. Montreal is the location of the headquarters of the International Civil Aviation Organization, and was named a UNESCO City of Design in 2006. In 2017, Montreal was ranked the 12th-most liveable city in the world by the Economist Intelligence Unit in its annual Global Liveability Ranking, although it slipped to rank 40 in the 2021 index, primarily due to stress on the healthcare system from the COVID-19 pandemic. It is regularly ranked as a top ten city in the world to be a university student in the QS World University Rankings.
Montreal has hosted multiple international conferences and events, including the 1967 International and Universal Exposition and the 1976 Summer Olympics. It is the only Canadian city to have held the Summer Olympics. In 2018, Montreal was ranked as a global city. The city hosts the Canadian Grand Prix of Formula One; the Montreal International Jazz Festival, the largest jazz festival in the world; the Just for Laughs festival, the largest comedy festival in the world; and Les Francos de Montréal, the largest French-language music festival in the world. It is also home to the Montreal Canadiens of the National Hockey League, who have won the Stanley Cup more times than any other team." - info from Wikipedia.
The fall of 2022 I did my 3rd major cycling tour. I began my adventure in Montreal, Canada and finished in Savannah, GA. This tour took me through the oldest parts of Quebec and the 13 original US states. During this adventure I cycled 7,126 km over the course of 2.5 months and took more than 68,000 photos. As with my previous tours, a major focus was to photograph historic architecture.
Now on Instagram.
Turbulence under the canoe... away from shore, in a bit of current. Things, are not so calm in this section of the river!
Soon there will not be a sunset obove the arctic cirkle.
Picture taken from Hadseløya in Northern Norway
I'm loving this stunning beauty. She's got beautiful features and a great personality. I also love her resemblance to Joan Smalls. I could definitely see her being used for Dominique's next look.