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Est-ce qu'on peut qualifier cette maison de buron sachant qu'elle est dans le village même de St Rome de Dolan ?
Dolan Falls Preserve is owned by The Nature Conservancy and not open to the public. Access is through permission from The Nature Conservancy only. We had permission to be on the property.
I've started an album for shots of or inside this building, in case I might want to do the same for other buildings in Bodie:
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Bodie State Historic Park, California.
I shot this through the windows of this building on the new LG G4 smartphone, but I made some adjustments in Lightroom, so I dropped resolution on the result when I saved it.
Located in the Mojave Desert, it is primarily known as a quiet, rural community and a gateway to the Grand Canyon Skywalk and the Lake Mead National Recreation Area.
Arizona USA
Strips of Reclaimed wood form a backdrop (reveal)
for the Jig-Saw-Cut "Top-Layer" of
White Painted/Distressed wood for
each of these groupings of very beautiful
"Southern" lookin'
Wall Sculptures, in a Hallway
at THE OMNI HOTEL in
Nashville TN.,
Glíma Competition (named Bikarglíma Íslands) hosted by The Icelandic Glíma Association held in Íþróttahús Kennaraháskólans, Laugardalur, Reykjavik, Iceland - January 2017
Once I decided to go after the won ton recipe, I knew I would need help. It was time to call my pal Lt. Frank Dolan. Frank Dolan is the kind of cop who’s been too honest for promotion and too crooked to quit. Dolan and I go way back--too far probably--but he trusts me the way you trust a one-eyed dog — carefully, and only because you’ve been bitten before and kind of liked it. Luckily Dolan works the late shift. I rang him up and he answered.
Three rings. A click. And then gravel.
“Dolan.”
“Frank. It’s Malloy.”
“Jesus. What now?”
“I need a favor. Big one. Tied up in dumplings.”
“…Dumplings?”
“It’s Chinatown, Frank. Everything’s tied up in dumplings. A recipe’s gone. And it’s not just soup inside.”
Dolan sighed so loud it rattled the line.
“You always drag me into your miso-soaked nightmares, Malloy. Last time I helped you, I ended up with a dislocated thumb and a restraining order from a Cantonese opera singer.”
“Yeah, but you got your wallet back, didn’t you?”
“…After it was mailed from Taipei.”
“Point is, I need you. General Lo’s involved. So is a woman with legs like silk stockings dipped in regret. And now I’m hearing whispers of encrypted codes hidden in pork ratios. The Chinese want it bad. People are dying for it — literally.”
“You saying international espionage is riding around in a dumpling wrapper?”
“I’m saying someone’s cooking up a war, and I need a cop with enough clout to open doors... and maybe close a few.”
“…Alright. But if this turns into another shootout in a teahouse, I’m retiring.”
“You’ve said that five times.”
“This time I mean it.”
“Good. I’ll bring the tea. You bring the dogs.”
“Alright, Malloy. Let’s go get the damn recipe back… before someone turns this city into a steaming pot of secrets.”
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
eilean dolan castle taken from the back road part way up the hill such a pretty view of the castle taken on my return from the isle of skye with a fuji x-m1