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1/2 in thick etched glass sign, reverse etched logo, paint filled custom colors. Installed with stainless steel stand offs. Optional frosted background
Une fille et sa belle-mère, toutes les deux musulmanes, partagent de bons moments. Sur Mektoube.fr, numéros 1 de la rencontre destinée à la communauté maghrébine, le grand amour peut s'y trouver.
Richard carries a container on his containing water filled up at a small stream in Nyaje village, Akankpa local government area, Cross River State, Nigeria on April 14, 2018. The stream is the only source of water for the entire village. The village is hosting hundreds of Cameroonians and one of the major concerns for everybody is access to clean drinking water, especially now with the influx of people.
Collins, 24 years old, from Babong, Cameroon (not pictured) says, ““There is now less water to share around in the village with the influx of Cameroonians. There is not too much tension though. Sometimes there are 15 of us hosted in a household. They are not collecting rent which is very generous, the hard part is feeding everybody. Also, we are missing out on education as some of us left school. My three younger siblings were pulled out of school. The soldiers were killing young men like me, they would arrive and call a village meeting. They would then start arresting us, without even questioning us. Then they would take them (young men) away, usually we wouldn’t see them again. I have six friends that were taken between February - March, 2018. I don’t know what’s happened to them. We arrived in October 2017, there was serious heat then with soldiers coming into the villages. That’s why so many people fled. I was studying electrical engineering in Cameroon and almost obtained my national diploma so I wish to complete these studies. If the situation calms down in Cameroon I want to go back, otherwise I prefer to stay here and complete my studies.”
Cameroonians are being hosted in Nigerian villages, many of whom fled across the border because of reported violence inflicted by Cameroonian government security forces on civilians that are suspected of sympathizing or being actively engaged in the secession movement of Southern Cameroons from the nation of Cameroon, led by the separatists group Ambazonia . They are demanding a separate state from French speaking Cameroon. Violence reached a peak in October and November, 2017 when many of the Cameroonians interviewed in the villages between the Nigerian town of Calabar and the border had fled their homes into the bush before eventually crossing over into Nigeria and seeking shelter in villages there.Two weeks previously, the Nigerian government granted registered Cameroonian individuals from the english speaking province refugee status. Once registered by UNHCR they will have freedom of movement within Nigeria for three years. With refugee status they will need to move at least 50km from the border into designated camps. As a partner of UNHCR, Caritas's role is to undertake protection monitoring; the team is conducting baseline & needs assessments within each village on a road that leads from the Nigeria/Cameroon border to the town of Calabar, Nigeria. They are gathering data on demographics, gender, age of the Cameroonians that will be utilized for the upcoming distribution of food and non food items by Caritas within the villages. They also ask the civilians what their most urgent needs which include access to clean drinking water, food, shelter, clothing, health services and schooling for children.
The Board of Supervisors recognized the civilian and uniformed members of the Fairfax County Fire and Rescue Department and the Department of Public Safety Communications for their success in the Labor Day 2014 Fill the Boot campaign.
euh, oui, vous êtes gentils, quand vous serez partis ! non, mais oh !
bah c'est pas votre fête non plus, c'est la sainte juliette aujourd'hui :)
Gas Station, Service Station, Filling Station, Fuel Depot, Pretol Dump, call it what you will places such as this were invaluable to the war effort. No vehicle, including the Jeep seen here, was worth anything without the fuel to keep it moving.
The troops working here have fixed up their work space. There is a hammock slung in the shade under the canopy, and at least seven men (possibly 8) are visible in the photo. Several hand-lettered signs adorn the establishment. As best I can make out they say: "We're Hot Out Here So TAKE IT EASY BOYS we're only human We Want to Go Home too", "... GAS DUMP", "NO SMOKING", "U-Curve Inn". "Posy Howard's Station", "THE 3 YANKS", and "New Guinea Service Station."
Note the hand-cranked pump on top of the 55-gallon drum and the pipe protrucing through a hole in the bottom of it. I can't tell for sure, but the pipe probably leads to one of the other fuel drums stored in the background.
The fuel tank on the WWII model Army Jeep was located under the driver's seat. Later models moved the filler neck to the side of the car just behind the driver's seat.
Another day without work, but filled with orchids instead.
I had been contacted by another farmer asking if I would like to visit his farm and look at the Southern Marsh Orchids he had growing.
I said I would, so I arranged to be there at ten, my friend, Ian and his wife and extended family were also coming.
Of course we had to go shopping first, though just five days provisions needed as we are off on our holibobs before next weekend, but enough to make it a two person forage.
We went round, getting the important stff, like coffee and milk, before paying and driving home. But there was just enough time to put the shopping away before we had to go out again, as Jools had a hair cut. I would drop her off and go to the farm, but there was enough time for me to stop off in town for breakfast.
I parked behind the church, and what used to be the town's Co-Op is now gone, just an expanse of concrete, though clearer views of the Castle behind.
I walk to Chaplins, there's only one other table taken. I could have had a small breakfast or just a sausage butty, but my mouth asked for a large breakfast with extra hash browns, which was a lot, but I can tell you did hit the spot, and as it turned out, kept me going until nearly three in the afternoon when I got home.
I paid and left, driving to the A20, then up towards Folkestone. On the other carriageway, traffic was sold from Ayclife all the way back onto the motorway where the road was closed at Junction 13, and all traffic was being sent through Folkestone. Liverpool fans in their red shirts sat in their cars, going nowhere for a while.
I hope they reached Paris by kick off time.
I cruised towards Hythe, turning off and finding myself half an hour early, parked up to wait and watch the world go by, which for the most part was a flock of newly shorn sheep in a field of buttercups.
At least they're cooler I thought.
I drove to the farm, or where the sat nav said the farm should be. It had no sign outside of it, so I settled down to wait, hoping that Alastair would come down at then as promised. Ian and hs family were stuck in traffic the otherside of Maidstone, so would be a while.
Alastair came out, so I got out to shake his hand, and after deciding not to wait for Ian, his dauhter would, we wandered off as he explained the regime at the farm, and how the orchids arriving was a by-product. I was expecting some orchids, but how many is that? What I saw were orchids everywhere, except in the fields were crops had been shown, but also round the margins.
As soil type changed, orchids thinned out, but only to return in greater numbers the other side of the wood we walked through.
Ian and family had arrived, and joined us where I was inspecting what were clearly hybrids of CSO and SMO, but some had spotted leaves, most hadn't. Sometimes its best just to say they're fine looking orchids and enjoy the sight rather than put each spike into a tight definition box.
The orchids were mostly in fields and meadows with buttercups, making a truly wonderful sight, the yellow complementing the purple of the orchids perfectly. I took lots of pictures.
A fresh Small Tortoiseshell flittered across the meadow, so the farmer's daughter and I chased with our cameras. I get a nice shot, even if the open wings are not flat on to the camera.
Alastair also has two ponds, for fish, but are a haven for dragonflies, and no one has surveyed it before. I take shots of what I think is a Four-spotted chaser and a Common blue damselfly, other species perhaps were not so cooperative.
We walked on, back to the farm, where it was suggested we go to the pub.
A fine idea.
A short drive away was The Black Horse, where Jools and I have dined out at before, but we were just here for drinks. I had a fine bottle of porter sitting out on the sundeck with the others.
Time was getting away, so I took my leave after saying many thank-yous, programmed the sat nav for home, and that's when every route came up with traffic delay warnings. There was a choice, to head across country to Stone Street, through Bridge, then to Barfrestone, Waldershare and the Langdons to home. It would take time, but quicker than sitting in traffic.
Anyway, it was a nice day for a drive in the country, and there wasn't much traffic, Norwich had finished their season, so none of that to worry about.
I drove on, getting nearer and nearer to home.
And once I was home, I checked the traffic radar and the queues the car warned me off were not there.
So it goes, so it goes.
I make carbonara quickly, it comes together in half an hour or so. I have a couple of glasses of decent red with it, and am all done for the start of the League 2 play off final. Which was pretty good. Port Vale wining 2-0.
That gave me what should have been two hours before the Champion's League Final to write, edit photos and make supper before kick off, but there were issues outside the ground and the start delayed.
It kicked off after half eight, the ground still not full, and was compelling viewing. Real won 1-0, depsite Liverpool dominating, without doing enough. It all ended at half ten, by which time Jools had gone to bed and I was on the sloe port.
Cheers.
This rectangle plastic jar is filled with origami stars! A mix of pretty pinks - solid hot pink, shiny pink, and pearlescent pale and dark pinks! 42 stars in all! White ribbon with little pink stars and LULLABY printed on it surrounds the top edges of the jar. Would be a great gift for a baby shower or little girl!
Probably not heavy enough to be a useful paper weight, but would be a cute addition to any desk or car, and is small enough to carry in your purse - take your lucky rainbow with you wherever you go! Approximately 1.25 x 1.25 x 2.7 inches in size.
SOLD! Please contact me for special orders! =)
Un père et une fille se promenant main dans la main comme d'habitude /
Father and daughter going for a ride hand in hand as usual
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If you recognizes you in this photo and wishes to have a copy of the photo, without any problem I will send it to you. On the contrary, if you do not want to appear in the gallery, just contact me and I will remove it immediately.
YN-560 Beauty Dish boomed over camera right. YN-560 with balloon camera left, behind subject pointed at background for color.
Fill the frame with some good old rust and crust at the Sloss Furnaces in Birmingham, Alabama.
December 2011 Monthly Scavenger Hunt Entry - "Fill the Frame"
Joss Whedon and Nathan Fillion speaking at the 2018 San Diego Comic Con International, for "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog Reunion", at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time
Things that happened in the past
Only happened in your mind
Only in your mind
Oh, forget your mind
And you'll be free, yeah
The writing's on the wall
Free, yeah
And you can know it all if you choose
Just remember, lovers never lose
'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love cleans the mind and makes it free