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Definitely getting there now :) He's got his hair (tiny rolled out logs of brown clay), and one ear (the other ear will be poking through his little white hat with the red pompom). I've made up his arms using the same technique as the top (wrapping a thin sheet of the stripy cane around his arm), and his walking stick is also finished - I used wire in the end, rather than a cocktails stick, and covered it with brown clay I've part-fired it by using a heat gun (good trick if you need little things baked quickly), so it's sturdy enough to be joined to his paw :) And of course, he is smiling now - makes a difference :)
One of my favorite places to go and get away from whatever. Although it's much better in the summer, you don't freeze to death.
Great Western 823 sits at Llanfair getting coal and watered to work the last train to Welshpool on the 12.04.2014
From behind various boulders, thousands of Cybermen appear one by one! The Cyber Leader reaches for the Doctor!
Doctor: "Get back!'
Progress #3 day 7.
Well, I am not stuck..... I am putting in pieces here, there and everywhere but not getting anywhere! I am finding and fitting pieces that I am not looking for and tossing others to their approximate locations hoping I can find them when I need them. I am feeling some panic setting in already! AND it is raining today so I could not escape into some gardening....woe is me! Billsville Mike is right, this is a tough puzzle!
On the upside I did find the last edge piece and the Damien Rice album 'O' has been keeping me company today.
Foot/bike bridge connecting Wasena Park with the new Vic Thomas park on the other side of the Roanoke River. Vic Thomas Park used to be a mobile home site that was constantly getting flooded, so the city bought out the owners.
Had to go in the shed today, He's slipped out of his chains and nearly escaped, I managed to get him locked up again.
I watched a webcast with Matt Klosnowski from NAPP, on making composite portraits, and this is my first attempt. There is lots of room for improvement, but I gave it a try. I need to shot more backgrounds and get my grandsons to get into their role and play the part.
Ava's rescue video has two versions. The short version: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hVmjkUT9xs
and a long version that shows the whole process - no music, no titles... just raw footage: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUbE8lTKmMQ
I was joined by Victoria Van Violence on this rescue and as you'll see she did a beautiful job in helping me calm Ava down and getting her safely to the hospital. Victoria is planning on coming back to L.A soon.
Photo credit: Diana Lundin
Eldad
Portrait of my brother, a rather talented photographer tagged here. I had to run around him with a torch to get the effect!
I only caught the last race at Wilberfoss Motocross last month, and even then it started raining. Sorry about the backward text, I flipped the photo because I just thought it looked better going left to right...
This was the tenth annual race held by Mick White from York who organises the event every year in memory of his son Louis who sadly died of meningococcal septicaemia in July 2002, shortly before his second birthday. All profits from the event are being donated to the Meningitis Research Foundation.
The only good thing about being in hopital is the lovely flowers you get. Thanks Roy and Collen your bouquet was beautiful!
Taken while my friend was driving downtown :D
A little Vines inspiration for the title :D That's a great driving song!
The one with the hot legs is my grandmother!
I know this needs a lot of cleaning up, but I wanted to get it posted. Maybe I'll clean it up later.
For my lovely flickr friend Tricia, who is not well. Hope you feel better soon & i hope this cheers you up.xx
People should be allowed to drop their guards occasionally.
They should also be able to humans when they need to be.
I often see people that are doing what they need to do just to get by,
The thing is with this economic failure. A failure that has been caused by people that would rather spit on the people that are inevitably suffering from it.
They sit there in a seat telling everyone that they will make it all right for us…
The thing with Australia is, we are seriously reliant on labor to make that work.
They sit there with fingers adjusting figures set to make things better, but they the stupid reality is… We as a nation rely on physical labour.
Our main commodity at the moment is the fact we have an abundance of mineral resources. The simple notion is, we have people sitting in freshly pressed pants telling us to go and spend our lives labouring so they can make right the fuck ups they caused.
Whilst there is this main infrastructure desire to have everyone on the tools, to social consensus is focus on the party.
To focus on the office life who fills the alcohol quota on a friday night.
The same group of people are those that are buying tickets to friday night shows and then waking up on a Saturday only to find they left their brains on the night ride home.
The fucking thing is unfair.
Society in Sydney pushes everyone to party their tits off, so that the inner city quadrant remains viable.
The thing they don't give a shit about is the responsibilities a person has the net morning.
Basically in their eyes, everyone works a 9-5 job… takes in a show, has a couple of drinks and then spends the weekend perusing markets and drinking over priced lattes.
The people that are forgotten in this equation are the people that front up to pour the latte, build the house for the bank manager that has been in meetings all week and wants his mansion in record time.
It is the counter jockey that works on the weekend to pay the rent, the plumber that saves some douche bag family from the incessant screams of their well dressed 2 year old not being able to sleep because the toilet is spewing things that would be considered hell like creatures.
It is the garbo that picks up the nappies when that little shit misses the pot.
It is those people that this shot goes out to.
The people who make up the numbers so that the false fucking existence seems probable.
The nameless and faceless fucks that sit at home and tell their friends that they can't come out on a friday or saturday night…. because they are making someones life easier.
As they sit there in their lonely cells called life, and look out at people who are bouncing from one partner to another trying to find a comfortable fit.. they are growing bitter.
The thing is, society has won.
It's the vote of the masses….
And they didn't end up marrying a book keeper when they had the chance.
Fuck it.