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No entry for the littlest of cowgirls at this rundown establishment on the side of the highway. Sadie and I stopped here randomly for a few minutes to snap this and another Polaroid. She’s always been a cowgirl at heart!
Here in Alaska, we consider this an Arctic Entry or in some regions a mud room.
These are crucial here in Fairbanks these arctic entrances create a temperature transition zone between entrance doors, in order to minimize the amount of cold air entering buildings by opening one door at a time.
Also, in this case acts as a diversion for the snow off the sloped main roof.
A encher acasa de mim...e mais passarinhos:)
Também à entrada de minha casa mas noutro cantinho...um dos muitos "cantinhos de passarinhos" que tenho:)
E uma vez mais...a mostrar coisas que me são muito especiais, pois foram oferecidas por pessoas especiais:)
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Entry Hall...one of my Birds Corners :)
Here is an excerpt from my Journal entry on this day in 2018, for those who would share my travel adventures. Sometimes a picture doesn't tell the whole story ....
This morning we took a Shinkansen train from Tokyo west to Toyama. Here we changed to a local train to Takayama and then changed to a bus for a one hour ride to our hotel in Ryokan. We are staying at the Ryokan Hodakaso Sanganoyu hot springs hotel. Nishi San (our Japanese guide) gave us a long talk on the etiquette of naked bathing in the hot springs, and how to conduct ourselves in a traditional Japanese hotel.
We were greeted when we arrived at this most traditional of Japanese hotels tucked away in the snow capped hills of rural Japan. Being a traditional Japanese hotel, we took off our shoes in an anti-room when we entered the building. The anti-room had two floor levels, on the lower of these we removed our shoes which staff took the instant they left our feet. Only then could we step the 4 or 5 cm up to the higher level. On this level we walked in our socks through to the reception area where dozens of pairs of identical slippers were laid out in rows, women to the left, men to the right.
The slippers ranged in size from rather small to enormous. I couldn't be bothered looking for a suitable sized pair, I slipped my feet into the first medium sized pair I saw. These slippers were to be worn when walking anywhere in the hotel. I soon discovered all the slippers are left footed, and even the best fitting of them do not fit. They are uncomfortable to wear, I must concentrate just to keep them on my feet, walking is therefore both deliberate and slow. They are also a trip hazard.
Togged up in our new footwear we discovered the hotel hadn’t prepared for our arrival. There were no straight answers to the simplest of questions. We stood around like cows waiting to be milked, but the milking machine seemed to be broken. Eventually a time for dinner was agreed, and our room numbers were read out; there we would find our room keys. Mine was room 506.
The protocol upon entering our room is to remove the killer slippers in a small anti-room just inside the door. As with the anti-room at the entrance to the hotel, the floor had two levels. Slippers had to be removed and left on the lower level. From there we proceed in our socks, or bare foot, on the raised level. There were also slippers in the toilet, these were to be worn while sitting on the toilet, but must remain in the toilet and were not to be worn anywhere else in the hotel room.
I arrived at my room in time to see a man and woman from our tour group entering room 506. The man, Joe, a big guy with a bulbous alcoholic nose and personality to match, was quite put out at seeing me. He protested and returned to reception in a huff, leaving the room to me.
An aged and stooping Japanese woman in a kimono came to the room. She didn’t speak much English, but she had two problems with me, first I hadn’t removed my slippers on entering the room, and secondly I seemed to be alone. The slipper faux pas resolved, she disappeared, leaving me to settle into an essentially empty couple of rooms.
Barely had I surveyed my stark surrounds when there came a heavy banging at the door. Expecting the Slipper Police, I was relieved to see Bulbous nose and his timid little wife filling the door frame. We had been double booked, there would be no ménage à trois, I was to report to room 507 where my futon and green tea were waiting.
Room 507 was a smaller suite, and just as starkly furnished. In the middle of a room was a low table and a chair with the cushion at floor level. Nishi San had instructed that the first thing we were to do was prepare green tea and drink it at the low table while seated on the impossibly low chair. It was never going to happen.
Before I had time to consider my options, the fearsome kimono granny burst into the room with three kimonos. Luckily for me, I was in my socks, she was one fearsome granny who I knew would have eaten the Big Bad Woolf and probably lay in wait for Little Red Ridinghood. She showed me the kimono sizes, 160, 170 and 180; I got the drift, which was my size? I settled on 170 and she left me in peace.
Unlike room 506, mine had a second small room with a low coffee table and two simple armchairs that were low by Western standards, but were at least above the floor. What a relief to actually have somewhere to sit, other than on the floor.
There was barely time to get settled into my room before I had to report to the dining room for dinner. Nishi San had already instructed us in the wearing of a kimono, so I togged up in the kimono the fearsome granny had brought earlier, and made my way to the dining room. Here Kimono Granny lay in wait, I had by now renamed her The Kimono Dragon. Nobody’s dress passed muster, Dragon Lady corrected and adjusted everybody’s dress. I had only passed the sash once around my waist, and that would never do, she wrapped it twice around me and pulled it in tight.
Fortunately she didn't notice, or ignored, that I was wearing a T-shirt, and she never inspected to see if I was wearing any underwear. On this occasion I'd taken the liberty of keeping mine on, but one never knows in a place where nude bathing is customary, if not de rigueur.
We were seated at individual tables, rather like kindergarten kids, and sat on chairs that were much too low at desks that were as low as they were small. There was a gas cooker sat in one corner of the table, on it was a metal bowl filled with simmering water. On the opposite corner a ceramic pot with lid, it sat above a small apparatus reminiscent of the cookers people once used in my childhood.
We were treated to dish after dish of appetisers that were never appetising. Plates of sliced meat and vegetables were brought to our tables, and we cooked our own unappetising steam boat dinner. Boiled rice was in the ceramic pot on the burning cooker.
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Ilford Sprite 35-II - not sure about fantastic but definitely plastic !
It's an entry level plastic camera which is not designed to be repaired. 😂 Serial #210802
From Ilford websites:
Since inception in 1879, ILFORD has been a name associated with photography. Whilst the company has evolved over the years, the drive to provide our customers with world-class products is as strong as it was over 140 years ago.
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The Ilford Sprite 35-II a fun and affordable way to jump into analogue photography!
There are plenty of good reasons why some love the authentic look and feel of film-generated photographs; there’s also the discipline of having only 24 or 36 exposures to work with, and the anticipation of having a roll developed. Then there’s the desire to slow down from the relentless pace of digital technology and instant gratification
Back in the 1960s, few cameras were easier to use and more affordable than the Sprite 35. Forget shutter speeds, aperture, or light meters – just load a roll of film, hit the shutter button, and press the film lever. It was an attractive camera for people who wanted to capture a few snaps without fussing about the right settings.
The Ilford Sprite 35-II continues that heritage and will meet the needs of people experimenting with 35mm film and looking for a camera that’s ‘no frills’ simple. It’s a step up from disposable cameras, and being re-usable, it won’t create extra waste.
The camera has a fixed shutter speed (1/120s) with a 31mm, single element f9 fixed-focus wide-angle lens, perfect for capturing most well-focused daylight scenes, and also features a built-in flash with a 15-second recycle time for night time shooting.
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Listed Building Grade II
List Entry Number : 1326913
Date First Listed : 9 February 1983
Erected in 1861, the clock tower stands in the centre of Market Square. It is in grey ashlar stone, and is square. At the base are stepped corner buttresses, and a trefoil arch on each face. From the base is a shaft with corner pilasters, rising to form a pointed arch containing a clock face. Above this is a gable and a pyramidal roof with a finial.
historicengland.org.uk/listing/the-list/list-entry/1326913
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wooty my first explored, please have a look at the rest of my stream if you stumble upon it thanks
explored #275 on 04062011
Also is all it's etherealness -- the flower of the yucca. Who knew it closed in early afternoon?
I went to get some more shots and it's was closed for the night.
Explanation for the entry into the Macro Monday group is on the shot below.
A Motel at Shilong in India sports a sign board "NO ENTRY FOR GOATS" . Luckily I observed that a goat is trying to read the board. Its partner wathing ot for the verdict.
Classic Mediterranean entry way that leads to a courtyard, now housing the local municipal tourist center.
They Venue serves as an entry level crossover SUV in Hyundai's lineup. It is sold in several global markets including the US. Built for the Festival of Mundanity hosted by Bricknerd and The Lego Car Blog
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