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After my man being sick all weekend, he was feeling good enough to go out for sushi and a movie tonight. We went to see "Forgetting Sarah Marshall", brought to you by the same people as "Super Bad" and "Knocked Up". It was AWSOME. Super funny and enough chick stuff to balance it for both men and women. I seriously suggest you all go see it.
Shirt: French Connection, its my man's but it shrunk and he grew.
Jeans: Rewind Denim $40
Shoes: Aldo $80 but got them with the gift certificate from work so $30
Earrings: Le Chateau $10
Cuff: Thrifted at Value Village for $2
These early flowers are a favourite of ours & they signify true love apparently. Like me they are highly dependable and need little attention>)). I like the way the tiny clusters have one mauve coloured flower just to be different.
Forget Me Not Travel of Otley, Suffolk, trade under the rather less distinctive family name of Soames, and have a Volvo-dominated fleet. Ten years ago, three of their B10Ms were parked in the Central Milton Keynes coach park on a pre-Christmas shopping trip. Plaxton-bodied E32 MCE and F22 HGG were new respectively to Kenzies and Park's and had both been with Soames since the early 1990s, and the centre vehicle, Van Hool-bodied L659 ADS, was also a former Park's coach that arrived here in 1998. All three have since been sold to other Suffolk operators.
Escot - Ottery St Mary.
Just had to take some shots of this Mallard resting in the Forget-me-nots.
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Here is my next victim... I mean face-up. Meet Shion. He's a Seolrok Holy ver. I fell in love with this sculpt the first time I saw it but I decided not to order it because I didn't need any more dolls. Only after he got sold out, I started regretting my decision. Soon after Switch started shipping the heads, I opened a WTB thread and soon I had him. I really love his original face-up so I tried painting him as closely as possible. I think he turned out perfect though I'll probably get him 14mm eyes because 16mm looks a bit too large for my taste. He's temporarily on a SD17 body and while it's not a bad match, I want a shorter body for him. Something like the SDGr body but unfortunately Switch NS doesn't match Volks NS as good as it used to so I'm still searching for a proper match.
Shion is named after one of my favorite characters from No.6. Shion is a type of flower (Tatarian Aster) which means 'don't forget me' in flower language. Unfortunately I couldn't find faux asters so I used a hydrangea for his crown instead. ^_^;;
A feuilleter en mode plein écran, de préférence : Mission Bretonne, les 70 ans, Paris le 03 décembre 2017,
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One from my Spring garden.
Brunnera macrophylla (Siberian bugloss, heartleaf) is a species of flowering plant in the family Boraginaceae, native to the Caucasus.
It is a hardy, rhizomatous, herbaceous perennial, that can reach from 12 to 18 inches (30 to 45 cm) in height, and carries basal, simple cordate leaves on slender stems. Sprays of small blue flowers, similar to those seen in the related forget-me-nots, are borne from mid-Spring, and bloom for eight to ten weeks.
The plant is valued as groundcover in shady areas, and has clumps of large heart-shaped leaves of about six inches (15 cm); these usually have white or cream markings, and are present all season. Plants are happy in any shady area that stays relatively moist. It often self-seeds, appearing around the garden in other places. Clumps may be easily divided in early fall.
The Latin specific epithet macrophylla means "larger-leaved".
As you can see the leaves and stems are hairy... and they can be 'sharp'!
Bees LOVE them!
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"I hope you won't forget me, when I'm gone" - Blackpool Lights - When I'm Gone
This shot was take during a very low tide in Manasquan, NJ this afternoon. I showed up with the intentions of shooting two other areas, but ended up spending most of my time around here. I was also out in the morning in about the same area when the temperature was right around 20 degrees or so. I couldn't be more ready for warm weather.
I'll be headed to Jamaica Wednesday night for a couple of days, so I'll get back in touch when I return! Have a great week!
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Aperture - f/10
Shutter Speed - 70.0 sec
Focal Length - 17mm
ISO Speed - ISO - 100
Filter - ND110
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
that's bursting into life
~ Snow Patrol ~ Chasing Cars ~
Een stille tuin in Leiden
70 years ago today, British troops liberated the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in northern Germany, where around 70,000 people died during the Holocaust.
The scenes that greeted British troops were described by the BBC's Richard Dimbleby, who accompanied them:
“Here, over an acre of ground lay dead and dying people. You could not see which was which. The living lay with their heads against the corpses and around them moved the awful, ghostly procession of emaciated, aimless people, with nothing to do and with no hope of life, unable to move out of your way, unable to look at the terrible sights around them. Babies had been born here, tiny wizened things that could not live. A mother, driven mad, screamed at a British sentry to give her milk for her child, and thrust the tiny mite into his arms, then ran off, crying terribly. He opened the bundle and found the baby had been dead for days. This day at Belsen was the most horrible of my life."
The 15-year-old Anne Frank was among the thousands to die there from typhus, just a few months before the camp was liberated.
40 years ago I too visited the site, whilst working in nearby Hannover. I will never forget!
Apologies for the lack of uploads recently. I'm currently in Finland though so plenty of photos will be uploaded soon!!! This shot was taken the other day on a walk around my boyfriend's hometown, a cute little town in Finland where the majority of people speak Swedish. These Forget-Me-Nots ('förgätmigej' in Swedish) are everywhere and are a favourite of mine :)
There is a sweet, a lovely flower,
Tinged deep with faith’s unchanging hue,
Pure as the ether in its hour
Of loveliest and serenest blue.
The streamlet’s gentle side it seeks,
The silent fount, the shaded grot;
And sweetly to the heart it speaks—
Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.
~ Anonymous, c. 1850
Dedicated to all of those affected by the recent deadly tornadoes.
Perennial Forget-me-not (Brunnera macrophylla).
A French knight was walking along a river with his lady. He bent down to pick her a pretty little blue flower, but his heavy armor caused him to lose his balance and he fell into the current. Before sinking forever, he tossed the flower to his lady, shouting “ne m’oubliez pas” (forget me not)! And that was how the forget-me-not got its name.
God had assembled all the flowers in order to give each one a name until there was only one tiny plant that remained. Then God turned as if to leave, causing the little plant to cry out: “Forget me not, O Lord!” “That shall be your name”, he decided.
Your reflection I erased
Like a thousand burned out yesterdays
Believe me when
say goodbye forever
Is for good.
Too much emphasis on exposure lately. Forgetting that a photographer's first and last thought ought always to be of light, instead they are too often of meter readings, EV, histogram, etc. Well the Holga came along once again to set me straight.
Amazing how much a plastic camera has taught me. Me. I work in a camera store 5-6 days a week, in and amongst hundreds of photographers, their collected wisdom (or ignorance), their photography and still I go out shooting only to have the simplest camera in my bag remind me of such a basic and fundamental concept.
Light is light and exposure is what we want it to be, not the other way around. Funny how the more advanced our meters get, the more beholden we are to them. To think that 60 years ago more photographers shot without meters than with, or rather their "meters" were their eyes and brain. We can see light too afterall.
And we are back to light. Not shadow detail, not highlight detail, not clipping or exposure brackets. Just light.
Keep it simple, my Holga tells me. And it does. Exposure after all, like focus, like shutter speeds, like ISO settings and apertures is a tool, our tool. A skilled photographer knows how to use it, not obey it.
Anyway, I need to be doing work. Have lectures at the Oregon State Fair to finish prepping for. I really should not even be on here...
Lest We Forget
On Remembrance Sunday at the Royal British Legion club in Royston, Hertfordshire.
Artwork by Gnasher Murals.
10.11.24.
One of four different blue flowers spotted in Watts Meadow today (the others were bluebells, green alkanet and speedwell).