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OK, I swore I'd never use Faceapp, but *sigh* I CAVED. LOL I just couldn't resist the dimples! I hope you all like it :D
White Ibis (Eudocimus albus) in the wetlands of Seabourne Creek Nature Park, Rosenberg, Texas, on the monthly bird survey.
I do have a soft spot for long exposure minimalist work, when I'm in the mood, usually mono but I also have a liking for soft pastel colours. This one didn't need much doing to it as the murky waters of the Bristol Channel saw to that.
Today is my Rez Day! 03/08/2008!
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Logged into the sweetest sign on my platform from my friend Neve. 😭
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What's funny is - fifteen years ago I logged in for the first time so I could play the "gossip girl" warner bros. cross promoted RP. I fell in love with SL but ended up putting it down after only a couple months. Flash forward to the panini in March 2020 and I thought "Hmmm, i wonder what's going on in SL?" I've been hooked ever since.
So really, I'm actually like 3, but let's just go with fifteen - its less confusing. <3
This is only two of the twenty or so Whistling ducks that spend the night together on a snag about 10 feet above the water. I watched them for about fifteen minutes jostling for position on the top of the branch.
My last upload for a week or so as i`m off to this lovely part of North Devon.
This is a panorama of Croyde which I took last April on the occasion of the interment of a friends ashes there. This is a fifteen shot panorama which generated a huge file of 1.31 GB which needed to be reduced in size to a reasonable size JPG to put on social media , rather pleased at how it came out too.
Explore Dec 27, 2009 #315
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Continuing a long tradition of Lehigh Valley painted units on trains over the Delaware & Hudson, the 8104 leads 11R as they charge up Richmondville Hill. Fortunately for myself and Brian Plant, NS provided a recrew for this train at Mohawk Yard in time to get a bit of a chase south on the D&H, something I hadn't done in about fifteen years, so thanks again to Brian for being a tour guide out here.
I have finally finished my course and would like to share my final submissions with you. This is the first inspired by Andy Warhol.
1.Fifteen.
“In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.”
(Andy Warhol)
In today’s world of social media platforms, people are searching for their 15 minutes of fame. Celebrities seem to be the new gods. They are lauded and applauded. They are made larger than life and are given the gloss of perfection.
I chose to create a pop art photo of a singer song writer who could have achieved his 15 minutes of fame. I thought that by using vibrant colours and the same image, on vibrantly coloured backgrounds and applying different blendes, I could create a shot suggestive of the exaltation given to celebrities.
Carrying a 1T57 reporting number, LMS class 5 no. 44932 pilots sister locomotive no. 45231 'Sherwood Forrester' past Blea Moor signal box on 7th August 2013, heading 'The Fifteen Guinea Fellsman' from Lancaster to Carlisle.
Note: A few weeds added to cover the junk in the back garden!
ANXIETY - SCARS - GUHIT TATTOO - POSE MANIACS - STEALTHIC - TMD - THE CHAPTER FOUR
Credits: www.mandrobe-sl.com
Today we were fifteen minutes late when we walked to this canyon. The wild turkeys had already left and headed home. You can still see them on the slope near those houses.
CPKC 2-411-28 wields 15k tons and 11,200 feet of train outta Moose Jaw after 6 hours of work in C yard. The crew is desperate to make their 10 hours into Swift Current with a little RTC help, but as they climb out of Chaplin, CP 7014 and the middle distributed KCM 4078 are struggling to pull 25 mph on an FTO-free crank into Notch 8.
The grade and size of train is well visualized here as they approach Ernfold East, with the last cut of tanks emerging into view, noticeably at a lower elevation than the head-end foreground.
I've got a mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
She's a good old worker and a good old pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal...
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The last time I was on this part of Monterey Highway, it was still US101, before they built the bypass...I was with my half-brother enroute to Long Beach to purchase a Detroit Deisel 271 for his first salmon trawler...(it was the slowest boat in the fleet)...got a flat tire right about here too while it was over 100*...
Robert A Heinlein
I have been tagged by Louisa Hennessy and Coco Rose so here are ten things about me:
1.When I was four, I was the May Queen at nursery school.
2.I hate bananas. My mom says I liked them when I was a child and has a photo to prove it. She misses the point that I am crying in the photo. I have always hated bananas.
3.When I was maybe four or five, I wanted to understand how my memory worked. So I invented a character that lived in my head and she filed away every scrap of information I ever got. When I wanted to remember something, she would go to her filing system and bring the information out, just like a book at a library. As I got older and wiser and more into technology, my librarian upgraded from a manual card indexing system to a computerised one. She uses Windows, so it crashes quite a lot these days and, more often than not, we find it incredibly difficult to retrieve any information at all, or we get the wrong things out altogether. Perhaps we should go back to the old-fashioned way or remembering stuff.
4.When I was a kid, I’d play at my cousins’ place a lot (sadly it is now an hotel, www.fanhams-hall-hotel.com/, but this is where I did most of my growing up). It was a pretty big place with acres of grounds and in it, there was a “mountain” (it was really a man-made ornamental Japanese hill but it seemed very big to us). You could climb the mountain using the path or scramble up the sides, the hard way. I liked to use the hard way more often than not, it was more rewarding and I always felt a sense of achievement having made it to the summit.
5.My first bicycle grew from a rusty nail that my dad planted in the garden one night. He said a magic spell over it, planted it in the vegetable plot at the side of our house, and in the morning – hey presto! a bike! I was pretty damned pleased with that. I still plant rusty nails on the off-chance…
6.I had a rabbit called Bobo when I was three. He became she when she had baby bunnies and we called her Bobette. My dad told me one Sunday lunchtime that we were having Bobo for lunch; he had a pretty weird sense of humour. I didn’t eat lunch, and I went off meat in a pretty big way. I am a vegan now and this is a way of life for me, so I have my father to thank.
7.My parents split up when I was ten and although it was a relief after all the rows and arguments, I had to grow up really fast to help my mom because she became a bit of a basket case for a while.
8.I grew up an only child but I always, always would have liked older brothers, I thought this would be pretty cool. When I was twenty and had moved away from home to get my own flat in London, I found out that lo-and-behold! my dad had been married before he met my mom and I had two older half-brothers!! They are great and I love them both hugely.
9.Spending most of my childhood at my cousins’ place, I developed a passion for all things Oriental. The gardens where we played have had a massive impact on how I see the world and inspired at an early age a desire to travel. I took my first solo trip abroad when I was fifteen…to Paris. Admittedly I stayed with my pen friend and her family, but I was let loose on a plane and an airport and I was hooked. I moved to Paris a couple of years later, I really like the place a lot. Since then the travel bug has always been with me and even though I’ve had to spend time in England, I am always off somewhere, be it in my head or for real. The next big trip is always around the corner…
10.My dad taught me a lot. He was an artist and he taught me to paint, to look at art works and to form my own tastes and opinions. He engendered in me a love for literature. He hadn’t travelled a lot but through reading he had been around the world many times. He taught me how to have my photograph taken and to never be afraid of the camera but always to be wary of the person behind it because they may lack the skill to make a beautiful or meaningful picture. He gave me my first cameras, an incredibly huge Polaroid and several disposable cameras.