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About three months ago, my sister discovered this beautiful 1955 Dodge Jobline pick-up truck in a local Charleston newspaper. Knowing how much I'd always dreamed of owning a 1950's red pick-up, she rang to tell me about the listing and I located it online. We talked about how beautiful it was and of all the things we'd love to do with the truck, but the price was simply too high and over time, we soon forgot about her.
Then, about two weeks ago, our Granny passed away and I found myself back in S.C. for her burial. One day shortly after, with emotions still at an all-time high, my sister and I decided we would go kayaking where our Granny and Grandpa were born and raised. It would've been a great trip, except none of the weather forecasters had predicted the severe thunderstorms that ensued and we quickly found ourselves in need of alternative plans. What better to do than shop, right?
With our trip canceled, we found ourselves riding around Mt. Pleasant with a ridiculously large two-person kayak on our roof and "nothing" to do. I mentioned thinking it would be nice to go back and check out this 1960's “Endless Summer” type canary yellow station wagon we’d passed the day before, so we headed to the garage where it was parked. After perusing a wide array of vintage vehicles, we made out way to the garage and struck up a conversation with the mechanics. We inquired about some of the vintage vehicles and mentioned we’d found a red 1950’s red pick-up a few months back and asked if they’d ever seen one. They mentioned knowing of both a black and a white 1950's truck, but no red one. As the conversation neared the ½ hour mark, one of the mechanics remembered he’d seen a red 1950’s pick-up parked at a law firm not far from the shop. As soon as he said this I thought (and my sister claims I said out loud), “That’s it!”.
After getting a few other places / people’s names who might know where to find a 1950’s pick-up, we took our chances and headed to see the truck the mechanic had mentioned seeing "a while back". We had nothing to lose by looking. As soon as we saw the vehicle and drove around the back-end, I knew it was the same one my sister had found three months prior. On the driver’s door window hung a sign advertising a slashed price and a phone number. After taking some photos and checking out the vehicle, my sister rang the listed number. We’d both just assumed the truck belonged to a man, so when a woman answered, she was surprised. After speaking for a few minutes, it became clear the voice at the other end was not going to “hand the phone over” (to a man). So, my sister asked, "Are you the owner?", to which the woman replied, "Yes!".
Needless to say, I think we were all a little surprised. The owner - Christine - explained she'd moved to Charleston from NYC to get into the bakery business and had bought the truck to "pick up men" – yes, that’s why she’d gotten it. At this juncture, my sister looked like she'd seen a ghost. There were several reasons for this "ook". One being, she’d been born in NY and two, her sister (that'd be me) currently lives there. Thirdly, she'd been trying to figure out how to transition out of a career in radio and was thinking of starting a baking business! I'm not kidding. When she asked Christine if owning the truck had indeed helped her meet any men, she said it hadn't, but that the truck had been rented quite a few times for photo shoots and commercials. Gears in our heads quickly began turning. And Christine was so happy that women were calling about the truck because she specifically wanted to sell the truck to a female. She told us to go into the offices and get the keys to go for a spin.
She’d also mentioned the mechanic who’d worked on the truck was close by and told us where to find his garage. After going in and speaking with a lovely woman who had some problem locating the keys, we went back outside to wait. After a few minutes, the keys arrived and the girl mentioned if we could wait, that the mechanic who’d worked on the vehicle would be coming by to pick both she and her Mum in a few minutes. Huh? Why?!? Because the mechanic was her father! When we heard this, it was like a bolt of lightening had struck. How was it possible the mechanic we’d just been told about and whom we were going to go visit would be coming to us? Things were just getting too weird, so, of course, we waited. It seemed kizmit was taking over at this juncture.
It had been a while since I’d driven a standard, though it’s been my main transmission for the majority of my driving years, so I wasn’t too worried. And, my sister had learned how to drive a standard shift on a tractor on someone’s farm, so between the two of us, we thought we’d be okay. Not long after, the mechanic arrived. If seemed the truck hadn’t been started in a while, so he had to jump-start her and we all piled in. He took us to a nearby car park and we drove around back to an empty area. My sister decided to go first and we all had a really good laugh. Next, it was my turn and after the mechanic properly explained the H-gear pattern, I did an so-so job with the ½ ton, no power steering, no power breaks slant V6 badass – though this isn’t to say it wasn’t nerve-racking as hell! Not only was she extremely difficult to maneuver, but somehow driving her made one’s hands completely black and at some point, we’d all touched our faces and had black marks all over ourselves and our clothing. We looked like Al Jolsen in his black-face – except, in reverse!
After returning to the law firm, we said we’d be back in a few days. We spent a day trying to figure out how we could make getting this truck happen and returned to take (what we’d already named) “Big Red” to a few mechanics shops and restoration experts the following day. Before getting out on crowded main roads, we decided to get some more practice driving the truck and so, after some quick cleaning of the windows and interior, we headed back to that nearby car park.
It’s a good thing my sister had learned to drive on a tractor, because on this particular 97degree afternoon, “Big Red” was akin to driving around in a 1/2 ton tractor. Driving Red was roughly the equivalent to taking part in a triathlon in 105 degree temperatures. Because she’s so hard to drive, on one occasion, I had to grab the giant wheel and help my sister make a turn! Yes, it took two of us and we’re both over 5”10, with plenty of muscle. Oh how I was beginning to appreciate power steering!
Jerking in-and-out-of all three gears, my sister finally stalled Big Red for a second time - sending us to a halting stop. Sweating and dirty, she screamed out in frustration, “Oh my God, I can't do this! We’re crazy! This is never going to work!”. Searching for the inspirational words an older sibling is supposed to have at the ready, I turned my head and spotted this white big rig parked just beside us and nearly fainted. For, it was a Cardinal line truck with no more than two cardinal emblems – one on the cab and one on the trailer - emblazoned upon it.
You see, our Grandfather, who had died when we were very small was a country boy (related to Swamp Fox - yeah!) and his favorite bird was the cardinal. We know anytime one crosses our paths, to pay close attention. Gasping, I directed her attention right toward the “cardinal spotting” and we both nearly lost it. Tears welled up in both our eyes. My sister then took a deep breath and said, “Did you see the pair of cardinals fly past us as we drove back here?”. I hadn't and said so, but quickly grabbed my camera to capture the rig carrying the cardinal message from our Gran.
While neither said so, in that moment, I think we both knew we'd buy the 1955 Dodge- even before we took her to get checked out. Can't go against the elders, right? We offered nearly half the original price and Christine accepted. So, if for any reason, you’re in need of a classic 1955 Dodge pick up truck in fire engine red, you know who to contact!
Photographer: A. Golden, eyewash design - Charleston, S.C., July, 2008
I almost forgot that it's Friday until I saw my mom's post for today (a wonderful HFF image). I took this picture yesterday when out on a walk - if you look carefully, you'll see that there really is a fence in the background.
Work update:
I just made the decision to stay home again next week but again, thank goodness for my coworkers who are still going to work. A young male cat just came in because of a urinary obstruction. Without doctors and skilled techs willing to work when so many of us are staying home, that cat would have died a horrible death but instead he's going to be just fine.
Explored March 27th, 2020
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Forgot about this shot taken last month.
Can often be found above rocky seacliffs and upland areas throughout the UK in the breeding season. In winter, they are often seen hunting above East Coast marshland. The RSPB hosts a series of Date with Nature events across the UK during the breeding season to help nature lovers spot these stunning birds.
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Peregrines are territorial, with each territory containing one or more nest sites. The territories are well-spaced, and their size is determined by the abundance of food.
The nest site, known as an eyrie, is usually on a grassy or earthen cliff-ledge, quarry or other inaccessible undisturbed location. Buildings and other constructions are increasingly being used. Old nests of other species such as ravens are used elsewhere in the world, but rarely in the UK.
The nest itself is a slight scrape in earth or old debris on the nest ledge. No material is brought in to build a nest. The female forms the scrape using her chest and legs.
The female normally lays a clutch of three or four eggs in late March or April at 2-3 day intervals. Both birds share the incubation, which begins with the last or penultimate egg, and takes 29-32 days per egg.
The chicks hatch over a period of a couple of days, and have smaller size differences than chicks of most raptor species. Most of the brooding and feeding of small young is carried out by the female, while the male hunts to supply the food. After the first couple of weeks, the female shares the hunting.
The young fledge at 35-42 days, and are independent two or more months later. During this time, the adult peregrines teach the young to hunt and handle prey in flight. Less than a third of peregrines reach breeding age. Those that do can expect to live 5-6 years. The oldest known peregrine was over 16 years old. RSPB
Going out for some photon capturing at night, but you forgot your tripod? No problem. Shoot anyway.
Hand-held, slow shutter speed shots can be cool. And you just might catch a pic of a woman shooting lasers out her butt.
Forgot I still had some to process from this explore ;-)
On a mission with steiner2009
(hit 'L' for best view)
I completely forgot about this mosaic, although I processed and share the two separete frames some time ago.
RGB - 20x120s per channel
L - 60x180s
Camera: ASI183MM Pro
Telescope: TS80 Triplet Apo at 380mm
Filter: Baader LRGB
Mount: NEQ6 Pro II Modified
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60 X30 softbox camera right. Reflector camera left. Triggered by Cybersync.
I almost forgot about this photo...after dinner we were just leaving the house to go into town and I looked up and saw this over the roof of my house. I literally froze...then luckily I had a camera in my truck and grab it and shot this while sitting in the drivers seat. The colors only lasted about one minute then it was gone. BTW...this is rare on my side of the island!!! This may be the leftovers from Hurricane Guillermo that went north of us.
And here is the Bigger Picture
*in reality I think I said Holy Crap!
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Forgot to take the sun cover off when i zoomed out, but i like the “effect” of it. 😅
Fujica AX- 5
Lomography 100
And here I forgot actual filter settings (as those are being discarded any time one switches back from the Photomode to Menu and forth), thus ended up using different filter. Oh, well.
Tbh, I liked that cold palette as much as the warm one.
===Project C.A.R.S. 2, PC
4320x2430 (SRWE); in-game Photo mode===
-No Photoshop etc., just in-game tools & filters;
-ReShade clarity shader & contrast
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I often walk through this wonderful Earth of ours.
Sometimes I watch people rushing by—always on their way to the next appointment, to work, to whatever is “next.” Many forget themselves along the way. That’s how life is today. It races past us. Time slips through our hands.
What we have forgotten is to stop.
To breathe.
To take a moment just for ourselves.
For me, the world often feels loud—too fast, too bright, too much.
I love the sun, the day. But I also deeply love the sunset, when the world becomes softer, when the sky glows in warm colors. That’s actually my favorite time, because everything feels calmer then. People return home, meet loved ones, laugh. The streets light up, and now, as winter approaches, the windows and façades of the houses glow again.
But somehow this feeling is fading away,
as if we have forgotten what truly matters.
Do we still look in the mirror today and see who we are?
Where we are?
What we have?
When I sit outside, by the water or anywhere in nature, I sometimes notice a little flower pushing its way through a wall—living, blooming, reaching for the light. There is so much strength in something so small.
And then I realize: many people no longer notice these tiny miracles.
The colors.
The scent.
The soft whisper of leaves when the wind passes through them.
I notice these details deeply. And in those moments, time seems to stand still for me—even while people around me keep rushing by.
It’s sad that we have lost this ability.
We have only this one life.
Every moment only once.
We all have a certain amount of time. And when it’s used up, we never get it back. Time cannot be bought, replaced, or reversed, no matter what we do.
We waste it.
We give it away.
We use it wisely—or carelessly.
Sometimes we even kill it.
But what we no longer remember is how to enjoy time. How to claim it. How to choose it. How to protect it for ourselves. Of course, we all have responsibilities, but we can learn to live more consciously. To share time, to take time, to live time.
The time you waste today—or give away, or spend fighting, or steal from someone else—is time you will never get back. One day, none of this will matter anymore.
And then you might say: “I have no time left.”
Maybe you’ll remember moments that made you happy.
Or maybe you’ll realize you wasted too much time on things that gave you nothing—things that drained you, things that were simply lost.
You might even feel regret for not using that time wisely. Not using it for yourself.
I’ve learned to notice these things consciously.
I’ve learned that time is a gift.
In 2018, I lost my mom to cancer. She wasn’t old—only 59. But she loved and lived every day. She stopped. She noticed. She shared. She laughed. She gave her time generously and brought joy to many.
Thank you, Mom, for being such a beautiful angel. My best friend. My safe place. I miss you every day, especially on the darker ones.
But then I pause for a moment, look up, and smile at you.
What I want to say is this:
Don’t forget yourselves.
Look in the mirror and see who you are.
Do the things that make your heart glow.
Choose your time consciously.
Live on this beautiful planet with intention.
Because every moment is unique. Every moment comes only once.
Share it.
Live it.
And sometimes—just stop for a few seconds.
Love you all.
Your Sharon
The land that time forgot..
A view of the storm covered Cuillin mountains from Loch Scavaig.. Isle of Skye.
Forgot to post on time...
Here's a cautionary tale about missing Thursday walks:
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from a while back...never been this hung over and still painted. and this is what happens. i think i took a nap in the stairwell even
Just a quick concept one, a helical mag'd pistol. Mag clips in the front them slots in diagonally under the offset sights. Mech located in grip.
Forgot I had a blog so I'm gonna try to post a little more... so here I am four months later with clothes that I think look good together. Credits
Completely forgot about this, meant to post it after the original pic. Here you can see what the X-wing looks like landed, with wings closed and landing gear out. Twas an absolute bugger of a task clearing room in the bottom engines for the landing gear, but i somehow managed it. We also have the pilot. No name, cos I suck at them. I imagine she's a no nonsense, capable individual, who can often be found tinkering with the innards of her X-wing, adding things here and there. She also has a droid, let's call it R5-D7. Trouble with R5 was that mecabricks didn't have a droid head in the colour I wanted, so I had to mash a bunch of minifig accessories in the piece to give it all the bits it needed. This took up most of the time i spent putting the render together. There's also a ladder, not that complicated, just there for the sake of it.
As always, lemme know What you think.