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...............unfortunately, the Heron was in no mood to grant a pardon. E-M1 MKII/100-400mm.
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This cute little garden helpers are created by the talented Anya Ohmai.
Al her work got a touch of pure magic.
These fairy's were gacha items at the Arcade in 2014 and only available at market place.
Go search on Fairy Terrarium or Fairy [Companion] and make little new friends.
Deve ser triste a vida de papel higiênico!!
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eu acordei de bom humor!
tinha que demonstrar em foto isso!
Should be sad life of toilet paper!
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I woke up in a good mood!
had to demonstrate in this picture!
Best on Black
Blue Christmas: Jon Bon Jovi www.youtube.com/watch?v=10OcvYB5f9g
Hair: Truth
Outfit: Caverna
Makeup: Chelle
Wings: Sevens
Eyes: Fashism
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from July 2017.
The slogan on the bag reads "Every Little Helps" but a well placed crease is hiding the 'E' for a slogan that best matches the position I am in right now.
I'm struggling. Having to pack and downsize means losing things that are precious but not essential. It hurts. I know that I hold on to the memories but the objects related to those memories have been such an important part of my life. Having to do this on an ever decreasing time scale while getting breathless just walking up a flight of stairs still and suffering fatigue from lack of sleep. It's all a bit too much and there is not a lot that helps.
I just needed to share. It helps just a little to let it out. My head is spinning with so much to do.
I wish you all a very wonderful weekend of photography my dear Flickr friends.
Take care and take photos.
Minutes after making its scheduled station stop in Helper, Amtrak's California Zephyr train No. 6 is back on the move in Spring Glen, Utah the morning of June 17, 1989.
I am literally putting this out there because I have no idea how to look in on my peeps now. I've been silent yet peeking for a while because I don't have anything worthy of your consideration, imho, and I kept seeing the 'go to the activity thingy' after the 7th but, I can't find it and I have no idea how to find y'all's posts. If you go to my page you will see that I follow 101 people, four of which I know to have passed away, but I keep and visit them on occasion because I loved them and their post's, just as I do you folks, even when I don't comment I do look in and keep up and pay the 'pro' rate just to keep this thing going and have no interest in the other 'perks'. In short, you folks are more important to me than I can express, even when I'm not participating, so for the love of God, how the heck do I find your shtuff now!?
A trio of CN helpers navigate back to Pokegama passing over the Oliver Bridge between Duluth and Superior. The bridge also carries Minnesota Highway 39/Wisconsin Highway 105. This view is courtesy of the Bardon Peak Overlook along Skyline Parkway.
Can't help it. I love them. :)
I'm amazed this is anywhere near sharp because it was taken in a howling gale!
The helpers from East Bernstadt roll north to meet S539 at Perth, where they will hook onto the rear of the train to shove over Crooked Hill.
Racing up to Scotland with another supply train for Tesco Supermarkets is the 06.16 Daventry - Mossend Euroterminal (4S43), in the hands of DRS Sheds, 66431 and 66429. The train is making good headway as it passes Rugeley Trent Valley running some 20 minutes early.
A Rugeley early-morning classic I've been after for a while so I decided to set the alarm and chance the sun. Helpfully it played ball for one of the more photogenic freight trains of the day, even if it is Shed hauled.
The coal-fired Rugeley Power Station, even in its dormant state, still dominates the scene.
6.53am, 23rd May 2017
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends...
I would just like to extend an honest, heart-felt thank you to everyone that has been there for me over the past two weeks. Especially, Jennifer and Florian, Gwyn, Bernat and a special thanks to Jimmy, who had his Sunday school class praying for my mother. I was blown away.
I was never a big believer in technology bringing people together, or making friends over the net but damn if there isn't a whole bunch of your Flickrites that I would do anything for!
I found the above photo at the bottom of my mother's drawer while cleaning things out for the big move. My mother will be moving her bedroom downstairs, and we will be moving our apartment to the top two floors.
Who says you can never go home again.
By the way, thats me. Guessing about 4 or 5 years old. I'm messing around on my favorite jack in the bay of my father's repair shop. I still have the jack. And, yes I do occasionally ride it and jack myself up...just for the hell of it!
I could hear the crackle of fire around the hedgerow. I could smell the smoke, I didn't like it. I coughed. My first day out of trainin was off to a bad start. We passed the hedgerow and I saw the tank. It was an American tank, looked like a medium. I don't know though, I'm not familiar with their tanks. We walked from one side to the back, inspecting the damage. The engine exploded. Then I heard a cough and a groan from the other side. I was caught off guard, I jumped a little. I gripped my rifle and peeked around the tank. It was an American tanker, probably 18, on the ground propped against the tank. He didn't look so good, his arm was covered in blood. Then he turned and looked at me and my comrad. He had a big gash on his forehead, brain exposed. I could tell that he was in pain, the look of despair in his eyes - it just got to me. I almost cried. He moved his other arm slowely. He made a motion as he wanted me to go over to him. I slowely walked to him, he whispered, "Come closer." I put my head next to his, he raises his arm, turns my head so my ear was next to his mouth. I felt the blood hit my face when he whispered. His breathing was very heavy. He said, in a faint whimper, "We may be enemies, but please, help me out."
I shook my head, "What do you need?", in my best English. He calmly said, "Kill me."
The two C424m’s that served as as helpers from Hornell are now leading the Delaware & Hudson salt train over the Genesee & Wyoming at Griegsville, New York. NOTE: My slide is labeled as being at Griegsville, but I can’t find anything that resembles this scene on Google maps. Pleae let me know if this is another location.
To help pea plants grow
Last year I used canes and garden string to give the pea plants some support, and something to grab onto. It was a bit messy and awkward.
This year I thought I’d try something new, so I made this rectangular frame.
It’s 8ft long and 1 metre high (Yes, a mixture of imperial and metric measurements!). I ordered 2” x 2” timber from the woodyard… but they got it wrong and gave me 3” x 2”’ timber. It was meant to be as it works well.
I stapled plastic mesh on both sides of the frame; as the mesh was green I painted the timber green too.
The frame sits between two rows of pea plants.
We’ll see if it works.
I’m on with making another 6ft long one for another raised bed… I’ll work on it on Saturday.
HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE 🐣🐣🐣🐣
Stacksteads
Lancashire
"Thriller" by Michael Jackson <3 ...
"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller"
My idea for STRAWBERRY FIELDS CAFE SEPTEMBER CONTEST - Theme: 80' spirit
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Merci à Bee, Bluu, Josh, Kaiser, Muskie et Michaël Jackson himself :ppp
The large red-orange-colored beak of these shorebirds help reach into mollusks and pry them open on beaches and mud flats. Matching orange eye-line is very prominent. Black head and dark brown back; white wing and tail patches, white underparts. Both sexes of similar size and identical plumage. The juvenile has a black tip on an otherwise orange beak. In addition to catching oysters, the Oystercatcher also probes sand for worms and crabs.
In this maddening mating/alerting call, the bird raises it tail feathers, dilates its eyes and runs wildly, while emitting a high-pitched, sharp, and incisive call. I waited for nearly two and half hours for this action shot and the bird finally obliged!
Know how to tell the female from the male; Observe the eyes.
Nikon 200-400 mm, f/4g lens, x1.4, NPF, f/6.3, 1/3200s, ISO 400.
Thanks to all of you who fave and comment on the photograph!
Approaching dusk, the Laurel-Bozeman is tackling the pass with help from a helper set on the point of the decently-sized train.
Livingston, MT
April 17th, 2023
I like to push the boundaries with my concepts and try different things. Well, at some point, you knew I'd have to try....smoke grenades. This was a LOT of fun. But, as with so many of these shoots, it wouldn't be possible without the help from a dedicated crew, and, especially, this talented dancer. Stay tuned...more to come!
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