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“And I realized that there's a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.”
― Robyn Schneider, The Beginning of Everything
Model: Krystal Smith
I can't decide on my 365 today... one or the other.
alrighty then!! this it be, with my new mitties.. for the 12 inches of snow we got today! :-D oohhh yes... I was stoked, until I had to shovel.... The offspring was very willing to help out, and was actually helping this year, not just moving the snow around.
I absolutely loves these mitts... they are so pretty... and warm.. very important... I also got another pair of the same brand.. they're red with a white maple leaf.. very Canadian, and appropriate. Don't ask how much I spent on them, just know that I made up the budget with a buck store scarf and earmuffy thing. ;-)
I'm a month in (kinda) now, and I can't remember everything I've shared, tidbit wise... so If I start repeating, please, call me on it...
I'm adopted. I was adopted at 10 days old from an 18 year old mother from Niagara Falls. I have no desire to locate that family.
My family is the one that took me in and loved me as their own, no questions asked. My doctor asks me every year whether I've changed my mind. Nope. and I know his reason for asking, but why would I want to find out that all the women in that family died of some sort of cancer at 35. If I'm going to suffer from some hereditary disease, I'd rather just get it and deal with it as it comes.
It's like going to a psychic and having her tell you you're going to die on a Tuesday.. now doesn't that just make all Tuesdays overly stressful?
i decide to re-work on that image from last year..
look like it is gonna be June in my new calendar..... obviously all the photos are without writtings on them in the calendar..
Heron is gone..did put a eagle instead.. new birds... lots of stuff to fix..but it's going good..
It's hard for me to decide if Mossy Grotto Falls or Panther Creek Falls is my favorite waterfall in the northwest. Panther is big and powerful, Mossy Grotto much smaller and subtle. But, there's something about Mossy Grotto that I just love. The two symmetrical ridges form a perfect V where the water cascades down and the rest of the creek meanders around beautiful lush scenery in spring. It's a really special place. I probably had the most fun photographing this one out of all the falls I visited this spring. Pretty straightforward shot, although I did blend in a different exposure for the ferns on the right. I was very close to the ferns so I used an exposure at a different focal length and also bumped my ISO up to ensure I could use a fast enough shutter speed to freeze the ferns.
EXIF: foreground 14mm, ISO 1600, 1/40s, f/16 - background: 14mm, ISO 100, 1s, f/16
Shot with Nikon D800e and 14-24mm f/2.8 w/ polarizer
Instagram - @mattymeis
Deciding whether or not to drag myself out of bed before dawn and drive over to the Marin Headlands, just on the off chance that the weather may be doing something interesting, is always a tough call. I'm glad I did it this morning though - the fog put on a great show.
Je décide, tu disposes, il parle, nous comprenons, vous écoutez, ils assument.
I decide, you have at one's disposal, he speaks, we understand, you listen, they assume.
Decido, dispones, habla, comprendemos, escucháis, asumen.
ich Beschließe, du verfügst, wir verstehen, ihr hört, sie übernehmmen.
Ik beslis, jij schikt, hij spreekt, wij begrijpen, u luistert, zij veronderstellen...
俺が決める、お前が持ってる、彼は喋る、我々は理解しております、あなた方が聞いております、彼らは責任を取る
Decido, disponi, parla, comprendiamo, ascoltate, assumono.
Jeg beslutter, du er til rådighed, han taler, vi forstår, i lytter, de antager.
J'argumente, tu es attentif, il répond, nous analysons, vous agissez, Ils réussissent.
I argue, you are attentive, he answers, we analyze, you act, they succeed.
Argumento, estás atento, contesta, analizamos, procedéis, consiguen.
ich argumentiere, du bist aufmerksam, er antwortet, wir analysieren, ihr handelt, sie gelingen.
Ik betoog, jij bent opmerkzaam, hij antwoordt, wij analiseren, u handelt, zij slagen...
私は議論をする、あなたは伺う、彼が反論する、我々は解析しております、あなた方が行動をとりま す、彼らは成功する
Argomento, sei attento, risponde, analizziamo, agite, riescono.
Jeg argumenterer, du er opmærksom, han svarer, vi analyserer, i handler, de lykkes.
Je vois, tu sens, il goûte, nous ressentons, vous entendez, ils touchent.
I see, you smell, he tastes, we feel, you hear, they touch.
Veo , Hueles, Prueba, sentimos, oís, tocan.
Ich sehe, du reichst, er probiert, wir empfinden, ihr schenkt, sie berühren.
Ik zie, jij ruikt, hij proeft, wij voelen, u hoort, zij raken aan...
俺は視る、お前は嗅ぐ、彼は味わう、私たちは感じる、お前たちは聴く、彼らは触れる
Vedo, odori, gusta, risentiamo, ascoltate, toccano.
Jeg ser, du lugter, han smager, vi føler, i hører, de rører.
Je vis, tu meurs, il naît, nous aimons, vous souffrez, ils survivent.
I live, you die, he is born, we love, you suffer, they survive.
Vivo, mueres, nace, queremos, sufrís, sobreviven.
ich lebe, du stirbst, er ist geboren, wir lieben, ihr leidet, sie überleben.
Ik leef, jij sterft, hij wordt geboren, wij hebben lief, u lijdt, zij overwinnen...
私は生きる、あなたは死ぬ、彼は生まれる、私たちは愛し合う、お前たちは苦しむ、彼らは生き残る
Vivo, muori, nasce, amiamo, soffrite, sopravvivono.
Jeg lever, du dør, han fødes, vi elsker, i lider, de overlever.
Je ris, tu souris, il doute, nous pleurons, vous hurlez, ils fuient.
I laugh, you smile, he doubts, we cry, you scream, they avoid.
Río, sonríes, duda, lloramos, gritáis, huyen.
ich lache, du lächelst, er zweifelt, wir weinen, ihr schreit, sie fliehen.
Ik lach, jij glimlacht, hij twijfelt, wij huilen, u schreeuwt, zij vermijden...
私は笑う、君は微笑む、彼は悩む、私たちは泣く、お前たちは叫ぶ、彼らは逃げる
Rido, sorridi, dubita, piangiamo, urlate, fuggono.
Jeg ler, du smiler, han tvivler, vi græder, i skriger, de undgår.
Je guerroie, tu luttes, il fusille, nous blessons, vous tuez, Ils soignent.
I wage war, you struggle, he shoots, we hurt, you kill, they treat.
Guerreo, luchas, fusila, hacemos daño, matáis, cuidan.
Ich bekämpfe, du kämpfst, er erschießt, wir verletzen, ihr tötet, sie pflegen.
Ik voer oorlog, jij vecht, hij schiet, wij raken gewond, u doodt, zij verzorgen...
俺は戦う、お前は足掻く、彼は撃つ、私たちは傷つく、お前たちは殺す、彼らは癒す
Guerreggio, lotti, fucila, feriamo, uccidete, curano.
Jeg fører krig, du kæmper, han skyder, vi sårer, i dræber, de truer.
Je caresse, tu frémis, il prend, nous flirtons, vous embrassez, ils baisent.
I caress, you quiver, he takes, we flirt, you kiss, they screw.
Acaricio, te estremeces, toma, flirteamos, besáis, follan.
Ich streiche, du bebst, er nimmt, wir flirten, ihr küsst, sie bumsen.
Ik liefkoos, jij rilt, hij neemt, wij flirten, u omarmt, zij neuken...
俺は撫でる、お前は震える、彼は取る、私たちは逢引をする、お前たちは唇を重ねる、彼らは寝る
Accarezzo, hai un fremito, prende, flirtiamo, baciate, fanno all'amore.
Jeg kærtegner, du bæver, han tager, vi flirter, i kysser, de knalder.
Je cherche, tu pries, il croit, nous bénissons, vous pensez, ils trahissent.
I search, You pray, he believes, we bless, you think, they betray.
Busco, rezas, cree, bendecimos, pensáis, traicionan.
Ich suche, du betest, er glaubt, wir segnen, ihr denkt, sie verraten.
Ik zoek, jij bidt, hij gelooft, wij zegenen, u denkt, zij verraden...
我は求む、汝は祈る、そなたは信じる、我等は祝福せよう、汝等はおもふ、奴等は裏切る
Cerco, preghi, crede, benediciamo, pensate, tradiscono.
Jeg søger, du beder, han tror, vi velsigner, i tænker, de forråder.
A suivre
To be continued...
I just couldn’t decide how to describe… or interpret ..the look on this young woman‘s face? I took the shot through the window of a shop in a shopping arcade here in the centre of Düsseldorf. It would be great if someone could help me to find the best title for this shot: Best word for ‘that look’?
Thanks for all the great suggestions for a title everyone🙏
I chose ‘ insouciant’ because I had to look up the word to be sure what it meant! Thanks Roland Bogush 😀
I decide to upload this photo as my last photo
I'm not sure if I could use account anymore
She has gone, and of course I'm sad, but there is nothing I can do now.
Hope you guys enjoy everyday...... Thanks all
Ville de LaSalle, Montréal
J'ai décidé d'afficher quelques-unes des autres photos que j'ai réussies à faire de cette rareté. J'ai volontairement omis d'offrir la possibilité d'émettre des commentaires sur ces photos en mémoire de cet oiseau qui m'a donné une merveilleuse opportunité.
City of LaSalle, Montreal
I decided to post some of the other photos I managed to take of this rarity. I have intentionally omitted the possibility of commenting on these photos in memory of this bird that gave me a wonderful opportunity.
Swamp sparrows weren't so quick to dart back into the brush this morning, deciding instead it was worth the risk to sit out in the open to soak in some more warm sunshine.
"The thing about trains... it doesn't matter where they're going. What matters is deciding to get on." So said Tom Hanks character as the train's conductor in the movie "Polar Express". This little girl just decided to get on. After I shot this, she was whisked up into the cab of Pere Marquette 1225 which was leading the real Polar Express, and just like that, rode off into the night for her very own cab ride. I guess the movie was pretty accurate after all.
My freckles look like spots. That's kinda gross. & I no longer have a pro account & it's weird because I haven't had to look at ads on flickr for aaages (one whole year, actually), & now there's a limit to only 200 photos on my stream, & only 100MB of photos per month. Oh & I can't see what weird stats I've been getting (I always get weird ones). It's very strange.
I couldn't decide whether to upload or not. But I don't want to fall behind on my diary. I spent like the whole day with Hannah, & we didn't take a single picture - actually, I took a few of my Mom when she was on stage - but otherwise it was a picture free day. & it was a nice day too. =)
This is when Max & I when we were on the terraces yesterday.
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I'm actually really tired & it's only 2.20am, but I will write this entry tomorrow. Before my Mom went to sleep I thanked her for the lovely day, & told her how much I enjoyed it.
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Soooo, it's really irritating when you're waking up & you can hear your Mom coming closer & closer to your room, talking on the phone to someone who is obviously your friend, & is telling them that you have been lying around in bed & should be awake by now. I said I would get up at 10am. I check the clock. It's 9.40am. So I'm not even late. But my Mom is still spouting this bull. She comes in & gives me the phone. It's Hannah, I start talking to her as my Mom exits the room. Except she doesn't. She stands at the door and says very, very loudly "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!" I only just managed to refrain from telling her to fuck right off, & instead stopped half-way through talking to Hannah & yelled "MOM!" She left then. I was just really irritated because I'd said when I was getting up, & I wasn't late, I was actually awake before that, & yes okay, Hannah called me & if I hadn't been awake it would have been necessary for her to wake me, but I was already awake so there was no need to stand at my door being annoying.
But anyway. Hannah said she'd come by for 11.45pm, & we discussed what we were wearing. I only have one dress I like at the moment (last year I had 4 or 5) so that was pretty much sorted for me. I got dressed at a steady pace & then got some breakfast & read the paper. Well, Jane talked to me a lot too. My Mom had to pop out to try on her outfit for the make over today, but she came back with her friend Maggie in tour. I was eating breakfast at this point, & genuinely thought my Mom was about to ditch her friend with me & make us talk. I pointedly said "I'm eating breakfast" & then my Mom said that no they weren't going to disturb me. So that was okay. Maggie was still in the hall, so my Mom went upstairs quickly to get all her things, & then they chatted in the hall while waiting for my Mom's other guests to arrive. When everyone had arrived my Mom said they were going over there & that I could wait here for Hannah. Hannah then called moments after they left to say she'd was running a bit late & would be there in 5 or 10 mins. She offered to meet me there, but I figured it'd be easier to just meet at my house. I continued to read the paper until she got here, & then we left her car keys at my house & went out. Oh, & she showed me her new tattoo. It's of a snowdrop, & she designed it herself in memory of her grandma. It looks like a henna tattoo. I couldn't get a tattoo - too painful. & I'm just not really a fan of tattoos.
Last year I'm pretty sure we walked round the outside, but this year it was pretty windy so we walked through the school. We saw Hazel outside the reception area - well, the inbetween area between reception & the way out to the terraces, & she told us that for the time being we had to walk the whole way round the tent to enter. She also told us she wanted us to make ourselves known to the photographer, so that they had photos of younger people, & the fact that we were OEs was just an added bonus.
As we got ourselves a glass of free pink champagne I told Hannah that I was drinking more - but only wine. Actually, just Lambrusco, Buck's Fizz, & white wine spritzers. But still. I'm getting past my complete fear of it (thank you very much, American) though I still thinking getting drunk is ridiculous. We moved into the tent, but there were a lot of women crowding up the entrance, making it hard to squeeze through. I thought about checking our table seating on the board in the entrance but my Mom had mentioned we were right by the stage, so I figured we'd find it or she'd show us. && so we squeezed through the crowds & looked around the stalls - I noticed the Age Concern one (my Mom's somehow involved with them) - & we checked out what everyone was wearing & who was here. We saw the photographer, but didn't say anything. Also, last year there were these 2 women who were basically goth twins. Well, they're super tanned (totally over the top) & have suuuch black hair, (always worn really elaborately), way too much make up, & odd dresses. The dresses would probably look nice if they just toned it down a bit. Anyway, we figured out one of the goth women was the mother of a girl in choir who would be singing today. I really dislike the mother because she is very pushy, & was rude towards me because I got the main solo at the Christmas services, not her daughter. But her daughter does have a lovely voice.
While we were looking around we saw the woman I wrote about after this event last year, & Hannah burst out laughing & said she'd been telling someone about it just the other day. It was quite funny, & anyone I've told the story to has agreed with what I was saying. But it's probably best if I don't repeat it. My Mom came over to talk then & said she was worried because they were putting her in skinny white jeans for the make over. I'm sure she'll be fine. Though I usually think of skinny white jeans as a young people thing. Then, my Mom went & introduced us to two of her friends who were running the Age Concern stall, & basically ditched us there. I can't remember the name of one of the women, but the other was Maggie. Her son works in the theatre & TV, & she saw my production last week. So we had a quick talk about the arts, & then she asked me my favourite author. Samuel Richardson was the first person to pop into my head, & I really do love 'Pamela' so I said him. I'm not sure if she actually knew who he was. Kudos if she did. && she said she preferred seeing Arthur Miller plays to Shakespeare. I couldn't entirely agree. I see them as 2 different types of theatre, which yes you can compare, but you could also argue that they're very different. So, um, yeah. I let her move onto Hannah then, & she quizzed her about art, & then said Hannah & I would probably be friends for life. I've never really labelled my friendship with Hannah, so I felt a teeny bit awkward then. We were looking for a way to escape this dwindling conversation, when Maggie said we mustn't let her keep us, so we were just about to say goodbye when she continued talking. Uggh. I hate it when I get caught in conversations, & totally can't get out of them. We started talking about how our feet were hurting, & were going to sit down, when Maggie said her feet were hurting too . . . & the conversation continued. Eventually Hannah just said her feet were really hurting & that she just had to sit down, so we said our goodbyes. I felt rude, but some people I just don't gel with. Maggie seemed nice, but I don't really like to talk about the things I'm interested in. Which sounds silly, but I have my passions, & I usually have friends who are not interested in there areas, or if they are, it's just a minor thing, & there are things they're more interested in. So when someone else comes along & tries to talk to me about these things I'm like "Woah, back off." I don't mean anything by it. I just rarely feel comfortable talking about it. I know. I'm weird.
We saw my Mom then, & she showed us to our table, which really was right by the stage. There were a few of my Mom's friends sitting there already, but I could only remember one of their names. Awkward. They all said hi to me, so I didn't have to remember their names in the end. The woman next to Hannah was quite old, & as we were talking she caught my eye. I felt it would be rude not to say hi, so we both did. And then the woman basically told us her life story. I really had no idea how to react when she told us her husband left us with her 2 year old son for another woman, & then died about three years later after suffering from Parkinsons. Obviously her son has all grown up now (this story came up when she started telling us her son used to go here) so these events happened a while ago, but I still didn't know what to say. The school's music scholars were singing & playing & the sound was blasting from the speakers, which also made it really hard to hear. After we finished our conversation with this woman Hannah said she hadn't known how to react to her story either. So then we just chatted. My Mom got some wine for her table, so I had some. It wasn't to my liking, but I drank it anyway. Must keep up appearances of normality.
Lunch was served, & Maggie was really nice & said because I didn't eat chicken I could have her slice of the asparagus quiche, but I really didn't need it. She was really be nice & insisting I have it, but I was fine. I had another brief conversation with her while Hannah was caught talking to the woman next to her. She asked me if I liked contemporary music. I said yes. I didn't know how to elaborate. I told her I didn't like screamo and country & western. I probably should have asked her what music she liked, but I just found talking to her so awkward. I don't know why. She said her son always told her to tell people who wanted to go into his industry that it was very hard, & that he'd been struggling. She was trying to be kind, but I figured that I was 19, & have been focusing on this for over 10 years, so of course I knew the industry was hard. But I'm being overly critical here. She was probably just looking for common ground. I felt even more awkward when my Mom asked Maggie if she'd told me about her son. She had. We still had very little to talk about.
Hannah & I were originally going to get Eton Mess for pudding, but my Mom chose this vanilla turrine & it looked so good that we went for it too. I thought it would taste better than it did, but the raspberry sauce was lovely. && then the speaker for this year started. She ran 'Save Our Souls', which teaches women how to dress better, & for their shape & colour palette. My Mom is on the Parent's Society, so had been asked to be one of the models, along with another woman. The other woman went first, & was told she was an autumn palette (warm colours). When the palettes were both held against her skin the warm ones obviously looked better. Then my Mom was up on stage. It was harder to tell with her, but I would say the cool palette (spring) was a little more striking against her. I don't think my Mom was pleased, as she wears very warm colours, but she's lucky because they all look good on her really. Maggie said she thought the warm looked best, & I said I thought they both looked good, but the cool possibly just won for me. Then she went back stage to get her new outfit, while the woman talked to us about the clothes best for us. I didn't necessarily agree when she talked about how to dress with big boobs. As someone who probably has some of the biggest natural boobs in the country I had to totally disagree. She said wear long necklaces - they just hang off my boobs like a shelf. She said to wear very deep v-necks - whenever I do people just look at my boobs even more & say I'm trying to raw attention to them. There were a few other things she said which I had to say from experience were totally wrong. Hannah agreed. Then they were ready to show us the clothes. The woman who went before my Mom came out in a green maxi dress, (which was quite nice), a coral pashmina, & a big brown belt just under her chest. Oh, & a long necklace. The dress was nice, but the belt & necklace pushed everything weirdly, & made it quite unflattering. Then my Mom came out. Her legs looked soooo skinny (well, she does have very skinny legs), but she was wearing this polka dot mac which bulked her out & hid her shape. Apparently they'd lost the blazer they'd picked out for her. She looked better without the mac, & had a purple sleeveless top with a blue cardi on. Then the woman fastened the cardi, which was unflattering. But the jeans looked good. & they also found the blazer, which looked nice with the rest of the outfit. I took some photos on her camera for her - shocked at the quality, I must say I've been quite spoiled by my cameras. One of my Mom's friends commented that she'd never realised just how skinny my Mom was. That was nice - I've got to remember to tell her that.
When my Mom came to sit down Maggie told her that she thought both colours looked good on her, & I said I liked everything but the mac & the blue cardi. Hannah said she liked everything, & my Mom said that a far as she was concerned what I'd said was high praise coming from me. =p
The woman finished her talk, & my Mom got some beautiful flowers as a thank you for taking part. They really were lovely. Hannah & I just stayed at the table & chatted, until she said she had to put some more cream on her tattoo. We exited the tent from the far side just as the raffle started, & Hannah took off her heels to walk across the grass. The queue in the bathroom was quite long, but she only needed to wash her hands. We headed back but were a little too nervous to walk through the tent while everyone was focusing on the raffle. We passed the musicians still sitting at a table by the entrance, & when we got back to the table Hannah asked me why they were still here. I replied that they probably had nothing better to do with their time. Mary McCarthy, who was helping out with the raffle right in front of her table, laughed & said she'd heard what I said (thinking I'd meant it about the people running the raffle). I felt mortified, & said I hadn't been talking about her, but I'm not sure if she believed me. She said she didn't mind though. Mary really is very sweet, & I wouldn't say that about her even if I did think the raffle people had nothing better to do with their time. Which isn't true anyway.
After the raffle everyone started dispersing, & Maggie got up to go. I tried to catch her eye to say goodbye, but she didn't look at me. I'm not sure if she was purposefully ignoring me, or just thought I wasn't worth the bother. I felt a twinge of guilt then, but I really hadn't know what to say to her. After she left my Mom asked me how she was, & I admitted that I hadn't really had much to say. My Mom reprimanded me then & said she was grieving for her husband, which made me feel awful, until I asked when it had happened. She said it happened seventeen years ago, which made me feel less bad. My Mom said it shouldn't make any difference that it had happened seventeen years ago, but it does, even if just a little bit. If it had just happened very recently then I would have admired her for being able to come out to an event like this, because I certainly wouldn't be able to. But after seventeen years I probably would have been able to leave the house. So that's the difference.
Hannah & I flipped through the magazine that we'd been given for free (last year we got free hair care) & I pointed out the shots I wanted to do. She said she could do those poses, & we just needed to find the locations & then voila. My Mom came back & said the jeans were only £8, so she'd probably get them, & maybe the tops too. She also very kindly gave us money for afternoon tea - I'm sure it was free last time. Hannah got a piece of chocolate cake, while I went for a piece of Victoria Sponge cake, & we both had tea. Jean was serving, so I said hey. Oh & Hannah called her mum to ask if she had the money to pay for the ticket, but Elaine was at the LS swimming gala, so my Mom said she'd write a check for her now & Hannah would pay her back at the party tonight. I thought that was very nice of her.
We headed back to our table, & I remembered to reply to a text I'd gotten from Vicky about the cast meal. Boffey had a tennis match, so she was asking if we were still having the meal. I said it was up to them. Hazel came over & asked if Hannah's tattoo was real or henna. Hannah think that Hazel's estimation of her has gone down now. After finishing our afternoon tea we headed outside the tent. The weather had been so up and down - cool, windy, hot, humid. We were hot now, & right above the tent there were blue skies & white clouds, but above the benches we were going to sit down on there were grey clouds that looked like they might burst at any moment. Before we got to the benches 2 boys went & sat there, so we just sat on the little steps & took our heels off & talked some more. Alex approached to ask me if we were having the cast dinner & I said it was up to them, so she said we were having it. We then saw Dave AR walking over to talk to the boys on the benches. He's back from UCLA to go to the ball with his girlfriend. He didn't acknowledge us at first, but at one point we both looked up at the same time, so he had to wave & smile (it was more of a grimace). I waved back & told Hannah, so she looked up & waved too. He returned the wave & showed teeth when he smiled. Hannah said he was being weird, & that even though we weren't close, he should still have come over to at least say hey. He left, & it started to spit a little bit, so we headed over to my house.
She wanted to see my new laptop & camera, so I showed them & we went through facebook profiles of people we knew. I think she was a bit pissed off with the girls we used to hang out with at school, so we were looking at what they'd been doing recently. Hugh came in & got cereal & I just thought it was nice how he got on with Hannah. Her mum called & asked Hannah to pick her up for the Leaving Drinks at my house (for the teachers leaving at the end of this year) so I told my Mom we'd be back in 10mins & that I had my phone with me. Hannah had All Time Low's CD playing, & I'm not sure what I think of it. It's the type of music I used to listen to all the time, but over the last year or so - probably more - it's become a bit samey to me. I do like their single 'Lost in Stereo' though.
Hannah changed out of her heels at her house & showed me the photos on her camera from her night out last night. Her mum finished getting ready - after being a bit annoyed at Hannah for the mess she'd left her room in - & we got back to my house. (Max called me on the way home to apologise for not seeing me today. He said he'd been in school for the last four hours, but he'd just been so busy. I thought it was nice of him to actually call & apologise, but it wasn't as if I'd been waiting around for him today. He said he might see me tomorrow, but he probably won't.) But anyway, Hannah & I went out into the garden when we got back, where my Dad told us that actually my Mom was wrong to invite us to this party, as it was a Common Room party, & that we should leave. First I showed Hannah our new patio area, & then we went & got food from Jean. We tried this tomato sticks & cranberry with cheese puffs. They were particularly nice.
We headed in then & wondered what the hell to do. Usually we take photos, or watch movies, or bake. We couldn't exactly bake now. So it was either movies or photos. We headed up to my room (stopping on the way to show Hannah my brother's drawing, before he rushed in & grabbed them & said they weren't good enough to be seen, although Hannah assured him that wasn't true) & lay on my bed for a bit before deciding to go & look at photos taken over the years on my laptop. We decided we'd have to put up some of the really bad ones of people we knew. After we'd finished Hannah wanted to look through the photos on my flickr & decide which ones to sell, so we started doing that until her mum said it was time to go after an hour and a half. I then read until the party finished about an hour later. There were no cranberry puffs left. Great sadness.
I read some more until my parents called me up to watch TV with them all. I had 3 lemon sherbets left from a packet we got back at Christmas, so I gave one to my brother & my Dad. My Mom said she couldn't have them because of her teeth, so I had the last one. My Mom started to fall asleep, & after BB was finished my Dad told Hugh & I to go to bed. My Mom was still partially awake, so I told her how lovely this day had been. I enjoyed my evening, & the routine of spending time with my family. I felt a bit sad that my Dad basically tentatively asked me if I wanted to watch it with them. I don't mean to be stroppy about watching it. Just it's annoying to watch it so late usually, & usually when I won't watch it I've just had a fight with my Mom, so am upset. But really I like spending time with them all. =)
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." J.R.R. Tolkien.
I have to admit that I love appreciating the work of other artists to find inspiration. I have always admired painters, singers, writers, sculptors ... and of course other photographers. I have spent many hours looking for images of places that I would like to visit someday. And I have no problem in recognizing that sometimes certain compositions remain in my retina and greatly influence me when I take my own photographs. It is not about copying the work of others, it is about making your own version of certain well-known places.
For example, years ago I found images of a photographer named Alonso Díaz, who showed the forest of La Sauceda, and since then I knew that someday I had to visit it to photograph this small waterfall that he immortalized, as well as many others that are found in this magical place. For the post-processing this time and without leaving my style, I have been inspired slightly in the elven forests of the novels and fantasy movies, because at times, between shot and shot, it seemed that these beings would appear at any time through the forest.
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"Todo lo que tenemos que decidir es qué hacer con el tiempo que no has sido dado.” J.R.R. Tolkien.
Son muchas las horas que he pasado buscando imágenes de lugares que algún día me gustaría visitar. Y no tengo ningún problema en reconocer que a veces ciertas composiciones permanecen en mi retina y me influyen enormemente a la hora de realizar mis propias fotografías. No se trata de copiar el trabajo de otros, se trata de realizar tu propia versión de determinados lugares bastante conocidos.
Por ejemplo, hace años encontré imágenes de un fotógrafo llamado Alonso Díaz, que mostraban el bosque malagueño de La Sauceda, y desde entonces supe que algún día tenía que visitarlo para fotografiar esta pequeña cascada que él mismo inmortalizó, así como otras muchas que se encuentran en este mágico lugar. Para la edición esta vez y sin salirme de mi estilo, me he inspirado ligeramente en los bosques de elfos de las novelas y películas de fantasía, ya que por momentos, entre foto y foto, parecía que esos seres iban a aparecer en cualquier momento por el bosque.
Wisconsin and Southern (WAMX) 5907 switches out Track 809 at Riffey Transportation on a windy and cold Black Friday. A light dusting of snow overnight brightened up the scenery in this part of Sauk County a bit, and made me decide to make a play to shoot this local, the L867. This crew works out of the Rock Springs (former C&NW) small office and takes care of the various industries between Baraboo and Reedsburg Monday-Friday, with traffic forwarded to Madison by a second local based there three days a week. Riffey Transload here has taken over the end of the line at Reedsburg and transloads a wide variety of agricultural products (and occasionally other commodities like salt) both inbound and outbound and provides a steady business for this local.
The brick building second from the far left along the tracks is the 1906-built Chicago and Northwestern Reedsburg depot, now home to the local Chamber of Commerce and the start of the 400 state trail. The red board is just visible next to the building, the end of the active mainline. Other buildings along the tracks include former coop buildings, now typically converted to other uses, and the brick buildings of downtown Reedsburg (formally incorporated in 1868) are in the upper part of the frame.
I was back to my hometown to visit family for the Thanksgiving Holiday, and made some time on Black Friday to get to see the WSOR's current Reedsburg Sub local. I cut my railfanning teeth in the mid-2000s here, spending many hours with my patient father watching the local switch the handful of industries on this former C&NW route that is now the far north end of the Wisconsin and Southern's Reedsburg Subdivision, including spotting lumber cars on the "Hartje spur" (the former team track) where the engine currently sits. At that time a crew made a turn from Madison to Reedsburg and back three evenings a week (Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday) with the MALPM (which stood for Madison Area Local, PM Job). The businesses that provide the most traffic have changed a bit over the years - back then the cannery was the heavy shipper in the core seasons, and a printing plant in Baraboo generated the "hot moves" of paper boxcars. But business is still steady here in Sauk County and the railroad continues to serve in 2024 as a vital link in the transportation scheme for goods around here.
Back when I watched the MALPM regularly, IC Paducah-rebuild SD20s and the relatively "new" (to WSOR) GP38s were always the regular power. SD40-2s never made the trip on the local. Today SD40-2s are occasionally used but since the WSOR's "new" GP59s arrived they've been the regular duty engine. The 5907 is the most common as it's reportedly the most reliable of the bunch. Being an outpost a fair ways from the main shops at Janesville, a reliable engine is a good thing! While I have a lot of photos on the Reedsburg sub already, the newer GP59s and having a drone that opens up all kinds of new photo angles keep me interested still in shooting this job still a couple decades after I first started. This view is one I couldn't have imagined being able to get 20 years ago! Some things remain the same though: after the crew pulls these three empties off the spur, they'll spot three centerbeam flat cars of lumber for Hartje - still a customer after all these years, and still getting cars spotted on this track in Reedsburg just like they always have.
Napoléon décide de créer un canal reliant la rivière Ourcq à Paris, pour tenter de résoudre les graves problèmes d’alimentation en eau que subit la capitale à cette époque. Les travaux débutent le 23 septembre 1802, quelques mois après la promulgation du décret du 29 floréal an X (19 mai 1802).
Avec le canal Saint-Denis, le bassin de la Villette et le canal Saint-Martin, il constitue le réseau des canaux parisiens,
Le canal de l’Ourcq, dont la construction s’achève réellement en 1821, permet donc à la fois l’alimentation de Paris en eau potable et l’établissement d’une nouvelle voie de transport de marchandises vers la capitale. Le bassin de la Villette, offrant un accès direct aux canaux de Paris : l’Ourcq, Saint-Denis et Saint-Martin, voit ainsi très rapidement transiter de nombreux produits : matériaux de construction, bois, charbon…
long de 130 km et qui appartient à la ville de Paris. Sa Il fait l'objet par la suite de plusieurs remaniements notamment l'ajout de cinq écluses, d'une usine alimentant le canal en eau à Trilbardou et l'élargissement du gabarit sur les onze premiers kilomètres.
Napoleon decided to create a canal linking the Ourcq River to Paris, in an attempt to solve the serious water supply problems that the capital was experiencing at the time. Work began on September 23, 1802, a few months after the promulgation of the decree of 29 Floréal Year X (May 19, 1802).
With the Saint-Denis canal, the Villette basin and the Saint-Martin canal, it constitutes the Parisian canal network,
The Ourcq Canal, whose construction was actually completed in 1821, allowed both the supply of drinking water to Paris and the establishment of a new route for the transport of goods to the capital. The Villette basin, offering a direct access to the canals of Paris: Ourcq, Saint-Denis and Saint-Martin, saw the transit of many products very quickly: building materials, wood, coal...
The canal is 130 km long and belongs to the city of Paris. The canal was subsequently redesigned several times, notably with the addition of five locks, a factory to supply water to the canal at Trilbardou and the widening of the gauge over the first eleven kilometers.
I saw you standing on the platform
Looking for a train to who knows where
You couldn't decide on your direction
All you could feel was the cold night air
45212 steams into Oxenhope with the 16.45 mince pie special from Keighley on Thurs 2nd January 2025.
Note: very bright xmas lights on the side of the building to the right of the photo removed during processing.
Did you ever have trouble deciding whether you preferred the BW or color version of a photo? So much for a decisive moment...
Preliminary research says it is a Sky King pedal powered 'car'. Have yet to find a specific date for this one, although I have found several that appear silver/chrome. Fascinating find at the County Line Gas and Oil Swap Meet.
Cant decide between black and white or colour for this image
Luke Agbaimoni - Tubemapper.com
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+5 in comments. They're all super similar and I couldn't decide on a main.
It's good to be back in Canberra knowing it'll rain for the next few days. I absolutely hate the heat.
give me space so I can sleep
give me space so you can drown in this with me
in this place
the lonely escapade in outer space
there's no anecdote for irony
Please let me know if you blog my photo.
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