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Dennis Lance Plaxton S\Decker bus
Fleet number 67202
L 202 AAB
Seen in Kidderminster
Friday 2nd July 2012
His first day out and he did very well.Although his ears were flapping in the wind like a bird's wings!
Operator: First West of England
Vehicle Type: Scania N250UD / ADL Enviro 400 MMC
Fleet Number: 36809
Registration: YN17 FKB
Pictured at Bristol Parkway Station, working an m4 service to Cribbs Causeway.
1/2/2025.
Railway contractor that maintained Scotland's railway infrastructure pre Network Rail, under Railtrack.
First PMT
Wrightbus Streetlite Max
Fleet Code 63345
SM65WMO
Service 3A Talke Pits ~ Hanley
Seen in Tunstall
Wednesday 13/12/2023
so i had the background lying around for a really long time finally finished it.
not very pleased with it but you learn from your mistakes
Artists began masking and painting mural letters on Friday, December 11, 2020. Eighteen artists will paint individual murals inside each letter.
ALL of these awesome donations will come with my little Counting Sheep custom!!!
THIS is what our amazing dolly community can do! And I didn't ask a single person to donate any of these items. Every single thing you see (other than the custom doll I made and the Lalatroop hat that I donated myself) has come from someone in the community that contacted me wanting to help. I hope that whoever wins these prizes will realize how much love went into this raffle. And I haven't even received all the prizes that are still coming!!!
Why take 1 and take 2 and how come the difference?
After taking the Symonds Yat shots (previous 4 before these current bluebell shots) I wandered along a narrow trail through the woods on top of the side of the gorge, and that was when I spotted my first bluebell of 2012. This was one week ago.. They seem to be coming earlier each year now. As a child I never saw them until the beginning of May at the earliest.
Anyhow I tried for some minutes to get a decent shot of this one. With the 55-250mm Canon kit lens 'close ups' can be very hard work, and although focusing is easier with the 18-55mm you don’t get the smooth background. So after I finally got a couple of what seemed to be usable shots I thought I’d switch to the other lens, which I did whilst still lying amidst the woodland understory. And unsurprisingly was disappointed with the results. Got to my feet and walked on looking for new subjects. Nothing jumped out at me until I’d gone about 1k up the trail. Felt in the camera bag for the longer zoom. It wasn’t there. D--n, must’ve left it by that bluebell. Hurried back down the trail, actually part of a crisscross of several narrow trails and started seeing little isolated clumps of bluebells left and right! Would I find my one and would the lens still be there! In fact I did find it. The lens was nestling peacefully amongst fallen leaves and fresh new growth. Phew! So I thought while I’m here I’ll try some more shots of the bluebell and see how they would come out in the different light. In the woods that half hour can make all the difference. And as you can see in the shot below this one, the now lower angled side/back light gave a completely different colouring to the shot.
Artists began masking and painting mural letters on Friday, December 11, 2020. Eighteen artists will paint individual murals inside each letter.
My first roses, a gift from a boyfriend. Saint-Petersburg, Russia, circa 1976. Photo credit: my mother, Tatyana Kulagina
I found two photos I took of the first butterfly I saw this year, back in April, and made these visual journal pages.
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The Tiger
William Blake
Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Interesting that this poem seems to be more about the creator of the tiger rather than the tiger and the tiger is described as fearful. If your were a deer and therefore tiger dinner I can appreciate the fearfulness, but to us this was a wonderful moment, catching our first glimpse of this magnificent and elegant creature. Truely a heart stopping moment and what a birthday treat for Ros!!
A photograph of W. Harold Reid of Belleville, Ontario. During the First World War Reid served as an Army Signalling instructor from 1914-1917 and as a Radio Officer from 1917-1919.
One of a series of photographs donated by Harold Reid in June 1982 (1982-14).
Stillaguamish tribal chairman Shawn Yanity (in red) and assistant fisheries manager Jeff Tatro paddle the canoe in the Stillaguamish River to return the remains of the first salmon to the water.
Our history
Trinity Churchyard - Old view
Holy Trinity's story is a long one! The first known reference to Holy Trinity Church is in 1113. Its beginnings are tied in to the history of the Benedictine Priory of St Mary which was associated with Earl Leofric and Lady Godiva. The church appears to have originally been established next door to the Priory to act as a “side chapel” to the priory church and for the use of the priory’s tenants.
The original Norman church was all but destroyed in a fire in 1257. The North porch was the only part of the original building to survive and is still in use today. The rest of the church was entirely rebuilt during the 13th Century. The walls were brightly painted, helping those churchgoers who could not read to understand the messages of the bible.
One example of this ancient artwork still remains. During the 1430s, the painting of the Last Judgement was created above the tower arch to demonstrate the eternal consequences of both charitable and uncharitable acts. The painting has twice disappeared from view across the centuries but, after years of painstaking restoration, it was finally revealed in 2004. Find out more about the painting here.
The church underwent massive upheaval during the Reformation in the reigns of Henry VIII and his son Edward , losing most of its priests and many of its treasures.
The church has been made up of many interesting and passionate people across the years. There have been notable priests, ranging from the first vicar of the church, Ralph de Sowe, through John Bryan, who was deemed too non-conformist to remain in 1662, to the 19th century’s Rev Dr Walter Farquar Hook who, according to one parishioner, “set everything a-going”. He was responsible for, among other things, the establishment of a savings bank, an infant school, a dispensary and the beginning of evening services at the church.
A celebrated 18th century actress, Sarah Siddons, was married in the church in 1773 and Mary Ann Evans, the 19th century novelist better known by her pen name of George Eliot, attended Holy Trinity for many years.
Along with the whole of Coventry, Holy Trinity and its people experienced great trauma in November 1940, when German air raids laid waste to great areas of the city. The church was saved from destruction by the amazing commitment and bravery of the vicar at the time, the Rev Clitheroe. You can read more about Holy Trinity's blitz survival here.
Holy Trinity’s long story continues still, as a lively church, rooted in God’s love and with a passion to serve Coventry. It is a house of prayer for all, inviting everyone who enters to take time to experience the special peace that can be found in this place.
First built as a bank in 1891 by Cuban cigar factory owners, this is also the bank at Duval and Front Streets that was robbed in Ernest Hemingway's novel "To Have and Have Not." key west florida -
A screen of one of our future DM's first time DMing! He did an awesome first job, and I'm ecstatic about what kind of DMing he'll do once he's more polished and experienced, as he didn't even have any prior warning.
Anyways, so I opened up a random area of the mod, my favorite one, and after he finished murdering me via dragon, I challenged him to make a normal trek through the forest interesting.
And so he did!
The experience was just magical. It took place in a forest that's known to be "alive" in some ways. With forest sounds in the background--wolves howling, crickets cricketing, and rustling grass- and misty surroundings, I was ready to be immersed. My character glanced around the dark forest, when she spotted a shy doe peeking out at her from the brush. She chased after it some ways, tried feeding it an apple and hid in the bushes, watching it drink from the river. When she tried to catch it, the doe darted away for good--and the river rose and formed into a water elemental and killed her, defending a forest creature.
Sweeeet.
Oh Jeez....I thought the worry, dread, fear, and anxiety would be over once I finished school. I could have never imagined it would double once it was time to send my babes. Please let them be kind and loving and nurturing to him....if not, Im'ma make a meal outta the jerks who mess with him.
This face just makes my cup run over in so many ways.