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O KIT É COMPOSTO POR:
- CAIXA DE MDF COM PERSONALIZAÇÃO NA TAMPA E ESTAMPA NAS LATERAIS;
- ALMOFADA 40X40 BRANCA PERSONALIZADA;
- 2 CANECAS DE PORCELANA BRANCA PERSONALIZADA;
- 1 CERTIFICADO DE MELHOR NAMORADO DO MUNDO;
- 2 CHAVEIROS ACRÍLICO TAMANHO 3X4;
- 6 VALES ESPECIAIS;
- 1 CARTÃO PERSONALIZADO 10X15;
- 4 BOMBONS (SERENATA OU SONHO DE VALSA)
O PRAZO PARA CONFECÇÃO É DE ATÉ 5 DIAS ÚTEIS A CONTAR DA CONFIRMAÇÃO DO PAGAMENTO E APROVAÇÃO DA ARTE.
* SUJEITO A DISPONIBILIDADE.
Festa dell'Unità d'Italia e delle Forze Armate
Porte Aperte alla Caserma Ceccaroni di Rivoli (TO)
Esercito Italiano
Caserma Ceccaroni di Rivoli
1° Reggimento Logistico di Manovra
E' un kit costituito da 10 buste che contengono un fazzoletto umido di carbone attivo cadauna che hanno lo scopo di decomporre e di neutralizzare l'azione tossica degli aggressivi chimici nervini e vescicanti. E' distribuito a ciascun combattente e costituisce dotazione individuale
Actually there was another Kit fox in the grass and this one got close and jumped on it. That's the image I should have taken.
These two card are made using the SSS Card Kit of the Month Set "Woodland Whimsy" There is a blog post with a YouTube Video if you are interested. HERE
This Nissan Rogue wood dash kit was installed recently by a Mojo Parts customer. He sent me the photos of his Rogue to show off how the dash trim turned out.. This shot shows the center console in his vehicle. To purchase this kit, visit Nissan Rogue Dash Trim Kit (2008-up)
A amizade é um amor que nunca morre.
Mário Quintana
Finalmente consegui um tempinho para fazer o Kit do meu Filhote.....rsrsrsr
Brincadeira que fiz para o chá de Lingerie de uma prima. Sem ser bagaceiro nem vulgar, é sensual. Todo mundo gostou hihihi.. Todas não temos em casa um kit de primeiros socorros´(First Aid Kit)? Então esse é o kit do amor (Fuck Aid Kit) hihihi
San Diego, California.
I was fortunate to meet up with my old friend Kit and her husband two evenings after San Diego Comic-Con had closed for the night. These are from our first meetup, at the Hilton San Diego Bayfront.
I first shot with Kit when she was 17.The last was in 2017, the last time I got a ticket to SDCC. It was a pleasure to see her again!
Kit is an accomplished actress who was featured in the latest season of "Picard" with quite a bit of green paint applied to her!
Kit available here!
Thoth is known as being the wisest of the Egyptian Gods, and here I have represented him as the ibis-headed scribe. The Egyptian name of Thoth, Djehuty, means 'truth' and 'time'. He was a master magickian, and the inventor of astrology, astronomy, engineering, botany, geometry, and many other sciences. Thoth is considered to be a Moon God, the curve of the ibis beak representing the crescent Moon.
The hieroglyphs in the centre of the design are letting us know that Thoth is the messenger and scribe to the Gods in the skies above. (Now that's a Michelle-translation, so if anyone can elaborate, please do!)
Each kit comes with:
- Easy to follow graph pattern
- Full 'how to cross stitch' instructions + handy tips
- Generous supply of high-quality wool from the Australian Tapestry Workshop
- Blank 10-count open-weave canvas (much easier and more accurate to stitch than printed canvas)
- Size 20 tapestry needle
All packed in a black glossy bag with rope handles - perfect for carrying your work around!
Dimensions: approx. 46cm x 45cm (approx. 18” x 17.7”)
Before there were any Tescos or Carrefours in Malaysia, before hypermarkets became prevalent and ubiquitous, there was only Pasar Chow Kit, the original hypermarket of Kuala Lumpur. It is older than the formation of Malaysia itself, and it lays claim to being the biggest morning wet market in KL. It’s sprawling and haphazard stalls have been supplying the legion of household kitchens, ‘gerais’ and restaurants in the city with essential ingredients since it was first opened in 1955 by the then Sultan of Selangor. Located in the heart of KL, the area which was once a booming shopping and entertainment district in it’s heyday, has now become a menagerie of mixed cultures and influences, playing host to a myriad of interesting and often idiosyncratic personalities. Sordid and morally ignoble characters, such as drug users, transsexuals and crooks mingle around only to vanish in the shadows of honest tradesmen and food mongers.
Back when I was a kid in the 80’s, I used to hate coming here for grocery shopping with my parents. The cement and asphalt floor of the wet market area were spotted with small potholes and these would be filled with filthy, brackish water. The place was always crowded elbow to elbow, making it hard to maneuver around. As a result, I always ended up coming home from a Chow Kit excursion with foul and grimy feet. The market was a very noisy place too, filled with all the shouts and yells of sellers making their spiels to the throngs of prospective customers. To me at least, mention Chow Kit and probably the thing I’d remember the most would be those nasty feed-fouling potholes.
But, there were things that I liked about the market as well. There is a ‘dry’ section in addition to the ‘wet’ section which I loathed. This dry section was where utensils and dry foodstuffs were sold, and on the right day and given the right type of weather, this portion of Chow Kit market would be filled with the loveliest light rays filtering through the red, yellow and blue umbrella tops of the stalls, and minuscule dust motes would be dancing around in those rays. This section had a nice musty smell to it too. It was pleasant.
Like everyone else, my parents stopped going to Pasar Chow Kit when the local Giant opened it’s doors. Now, almost 20 years later from my childhood trips to Chow Kit Market, I find the place to be essentially the same as it was, only everything seemed to be way smaller than I remembered it to be. A much needed trip back down memory lane, that’s what this particular photo outing gave to me.
And yes, I’m happy to report those pesky potholes are still there.
See the complete photo gallery here
Lucky SHD 100 @ EI400, 9' in Ilfotec LC29 1:19
I’ve been wanting to take a city break in summer, rather than in the cold months for a while, so rather than heading for the Lake District for a week of toil on the fells when Jayne could get a week off, we took off from Liverpool for Paris. Flight times were nice and sociable but it meant we were on the M62 car park at a busy time in both directions – it’s a shambles! I’ve stopped over in Paris a dozen times – on my way to cycling in the Etape du Tour in the Alps or Pyrenees – and had a few nights out there. Come to think about it and we’ve spent the day on the Champs Elysees watching the final day of the Tour de France with Mark Cavendish winning. We hadn’t been for a holiday there though and it was a bit of a spur of the moment decision. Six nights gave us five and a half days to explore Paris on foot. I had a good selection of (heavy) kit with me, not wanting to make the usual mistake of leaving something behind and regretting it. In the end I carried the kit in my backpack – an ordinary rucksack – to keep the weight down, for 103 miles, all recorded on the cycling Garmin – and took 3500 photos. The little Garmin is light and will do about 15 hours, it expired towards the end of a couple of 16 hour days but I had the info I wanted by then. This also keeps the phone battery free for research and route finding – I managed to flatten that once though.
What can I say – Paris was fantastic! The weather varied from OK to fantastic, windy for a few days, the dreaded grey white dullness for a while but I couldn’t complain really. We were out around 8.30 in shorts and tee shirt, which I would swap for a vest when it warmed up, hitting 30 degrees at times, we stayed out until around midnight most nights. It was a pretty full on trip. The security at some destinations could have been a problem as there is a bag size limit to save room in the lifts etc. I found the French to be very pragmatic about it, a bag search was a cursory glance, accepting that I was lugging camera gear, not bombs around, and they weren’t going to stop a paying customer from passing because his bag was a bit over size.
We didn’t have a plan, as usual we made it up as we went along, a loose itinerary for the day would always end up changing owing to discoveries along the way. Many times we would visit something a few times, weighing the crowds and light etc. up and deciding to come back later. I waited patiently to go up the Eiffel Tower, we arrived on Tuesday and finally went up on Friday evening. It was a late decision but the weather was good, the light was good and importantly I reckoned that we would get a sunset. Previous evenings the sun had just slid behind distant westerly clouds without any golden glory. It was a good choice. We went up the steps at 7.30 pm, short queue and cheaper – and just to say that we had. The steps are at an easy angle and were nowhere near as bad as expected, even with the heavy pack. We stayed up there, on a mad and busy Friday night, until 11.30, the light changed a lot and once we had stayed a couple of hours we decided to wait for the lights to come on. This was a downside to travelling at this time of year, to do any night photography we had to stay out late as it was light until 10.30. The Eiffel Tower is incredible and very well run, they are quite efficient at moving people around it from level to level. It was still buzzing at midnight with thousands of people around. The sunset on Saturday was probably better but we spent the evening around the base of the Tower, watching the light change, people watching and soaking the party atmosphere up.
Some days our first destination was five miles away, this is a lot of road junctions in a city, the roads in Paris are wide so you generally have to wait for the green man to cross. This made progress steady but when you are on holiday it doesn’t matter too much. Needless to say we walked through some dodgy places, with graffiti on anything that stays still long enough. We were ultra-cautious with our belongings having heard the pickpocket horror stories. At every Café/bar stop the bags were clipped to the table leg out of sight and never left alone. I carried the camera in my hand all day and everywhere I went, I only popped it in my bag to eat. I would guess that there were easier people to rob than us, some people were openly careless with phones and wallets.
We didn’t enter the big attractions, it was too nice to be in a museum or church and quite a few have a photography ban. These bans make me laugh, they are totally ignored by many ( Japanese particularly) people. Having travelled around the world to see something, no one is going to stop them getting their selfies. Selfies? Everywhere people pointed their cameras at their own face, walking around videoing – their self! I do like to have a few photos of us for posterity but these people are self-obsessed.
Paris has obviously got a problem with homeless (mostly) migrants. Walk a distance along the River Seine and you will find tented villages, there is a powerful smell of urine in every corner, with the no alcohol restrictions ignored, empty cans and bottles stacked around the bins as evidence. There are families, woman living on mattresses with as many as four small children, on the main boulevards. They beg by day and at midnight they are all huddled asleep on the pavement. The men in the tents seem to be selling plastic Eiffel Tower models to the tourists or bottled water – even bottles of wine. Love locks and selfy sticks were also top sellers. There must be millions of locks fastened to railings around the city, mostly brass, so removing them will be self-funding as brass is £2.20 a kilo.
As for the sights we saw, well if it was on the map we tried to walk to it. We crossed the Periphique ring road to get to the outer reaches of Paris. La Defense – the financial area with dozens of modern office blocks – was impressive, and still expanding. The Bois de Boulogne park, with the horse racing track and the Louis Vuitton Centre was part of a 20 mile loop that day. Another day saw us in the north east. We had the dome of the Sacre Couer to ourselves, with thousands of tourists wandering below us oblivious of the entrance and ticket office under the church. Again the light was fantastic for us. We read that Pere Lachaise Cemetery or Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise was one of the most visited destinations, a five mile walk but we went. It is massive, you need a map, but for me one massive tomb is much the same as another, it does have highlights but we didn’t stay long. Fortunately we were now closer to the Canal St Martin which would lead us to Parc de la Villette. This was a Sunday and everywhere was both buzzing and chilled at the same time. Where ever we went people were sat watching the world go by, socializing and picnicking, soaking the sun up. As ever I wanted to go up on the roof of anything I could as I love taking cityscapes. Most of these were expensive compared with many places we’ve been to before but up we went. The Tour Montparnasse, a single tower block with 59 floors, 690 foot high and extremely fast lifts has incredible views although it was a touch hazy on our ascent. The Arc de Triomphe was just up the road from our hotel, we went up it within hours of arriving, well worth the visit.
At the time of writing I have no idea how many images will make the cut but it will be a lot. If I have ten subtly different shots of something, I find it hard to consign nine to the dark depths of my hard drive never to be seen again – and I’m not very good at ruthless selection – so if the photo is OK it will get uploaded. My view is that it’s my photostream, I like to be able to browse my own work at my leisure at a later date, it’s more or less free and stats tell me these images will get looked at. I’m not aiming for single stunning shots, more of a comprehensive overview of an interesting place, presented to the best of my current capabilities. I am my own biggest critic, another reason for looking at my older stuff is to critique it and look to improve on previous mistakes. I do get regular requests from both individuals and organisations to use images and I’m obliging unless someone is taking the piss. I’m not bothered about work being published (with my permission) but it is reassuringly nice to be asked. The manipulation of Flickr favourites and views through adding thousands of contacts doesn’t interest me and I do sometimes question the whole point of the Flickr exercise. I do like having access to my own back catalogue though and it gives family and friends the chance to read about the trip and view the photos at their leisure so for the time being I’m sticking with it. I do have over 15 million views at the moment which is a far cry from showing a few people an album, let’s face it, there’s an oversupply of images, many of them superb but all being devalued by the sheer quantity available.
Don’t think that it was all walking and photography, we had a great break and spent plenty of time in pavement bistros having a glass of wine and people watching. I can certainly understand why Paris is top of the travellers list of destinations