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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
Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says its right out of the blue
Do you went to work in debenhams, because thats what they expect
Start in lingerie, and doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the velvet underground in clay
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, youve got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teachers looking up your skirt
Youve been used, youre confused
Write a song, Ill sing along
Are you calm? settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
Youre on top of the world again
Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in c&a, cause thats what they expect
Move to ladieswear and take a feel off joe the storeman
Tell veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
Shes got everything to gain cause shes a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
cause you cant afford a blazer and youre always wearing clogs
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of english gets you, asks you, what the hell do you think youre doing?
Do you think youre better then the other kids? well get outside.
Youve got permission, but youve got to make the bastard think hes right
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I got out of school early today to go to an orthodontist appointment to make a date to get my braces off!
I'm getting them off in 6 weeks :]
Very exciting. Which means theyll be off by HALLOWEEN! :D
I just have to wear 6 rubber bands for 6 weeks straight :p
Whatever, its worth it :]
Christian Testimonies | I See the Path to Knowing God
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After reading this passage I thought: No wonder Peter could have knowledge of God! Turns out it was because he lived alongside the Lord Jesus day and night, he personally witnessed the Lord Jesus’ every word and every move, and from that he discovered much of God’s adorableness, and so he achieved knowledge of God. Now is also the era of when God becomes flesh to personally descend upon the world of man to work. If I could also have the fortune of being able to come into contact with God and spend time together like Peter had, then wouldn’t I also know God better? Oh! It’s a shame that now I can only read God’s word but cannot see the face of Christ. Then how would I be able to gain true knowledge of God?
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Panning is tough. Especially since these IndyCars go so fast.
I throw out more images than I keep, but it's fun trying to capture the visage of one of these giant angry mosquitoes.
I put my Canon 50D on a short length on my monopod. I settle it on a cement barrier, and then pick a point along the track to focus on. My AI Servo is selected so that the camera will continue to re-focus as I pan.
Got some awful shots, lots of fronthends, rearends, and massive blurs, but I got a few crystal images, too.
It's the timing of the car. Sort of like knowing when the sky will fill with fireworks after hearing the blast.
I got better at it. I am looking forward to practicing more tomorrow during the big IndyCar race.
Blessings,
Sheree
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My extreme thanks to new Flickr friend, Adam Fick, for his great advice on lenses and panning technique. Check out his Indy images, too.
Knowing that there was a train sitting in the controlled siding at CP Banks with two SD80MACs, Jim & I quickly exited Cove to see if we could get a shot of 6963 passing them at the Banks signal bridge. We arrived with less than 20 seconds to get in position. And, Success. We'll try for one more shot of the 6963 at Harrisburg.
Before knowing the weather condition of the Himalayan region we should understand its geography. The Himalayan region covers an area of 2,250 km with an average width of 200 km.
The forest belt of the Himalayan region consists of Oak, Rhododendron, Birch, Pine, Deodar, and Fir. And the monsoon season in this region lasts for mid June till the end of September. The Himalayas influences the meteorological conditions in the Indian subcontinent to the south and in the Central Asian highlands to the north to a great extent. It acts a climatic divider circulating the air and water system to a great extent. Because of its altitude and location it blocks the passage of the cold winds coming from the north to the Indian sub continent thereby making India's climate much more moderate. It also influences the rainfall pattern in India. The combined effect of rainfall, latitude and altitude largely influences the forests belts in the Himalayan region. The rainfall is mostly recorded during the monsoon time of June to September but it decreases as you travel from east to west. The snow-capped ranges of the Himalayas stretch 2, 250 km from the Namcha Barwa to Nanga Parbat on the Indus. The range extends from east to west up to central-Nepal and then takes a southeast to northwest direction.
www.himalaya2000.com/himalayan-facts/climate-of-himalayas...
Knowing about 3 northbound trains this morning, we made the out of the way trip to Mystic to shoot the last 2 northbound trains. 181 and 659 would meet 180 at Sewall, lending alot of scanner traffic to keep us updated on this traffic. Here the 659 empty potash train passes thru Mystic about 15 miles behind the 181. The neat water tower here dates back to the MILW days, and might of been used for steam engines.
Knowing the size of this bird you can appreciate the paper thin depth of field in this image. Plus the amount of lighting needed to illuminate the entire bird from all sides.
I know...the title, LOL, but it had to be done!! =o)
Lynn the Wildlife Rehabilitator returned Mama Cherry to her family today at precisely 8:56AM EST. Lynn had picked Cherry up at 4AM from the Sanctuary (Save Our Seabirds). She was so kind to call me when she arrived, and she stayed a short distance from our property until we had confirmed the location of the family. She and I hung up, and 10 seconds later Classic, Fanta and Fresca were outside my office window.
When Lynn arrived with Cherry, the rest of the family had circled around another building. Lynn carried Cherry out; Cherry saw Fanta and started to wriggle. Lynn let Cherry go, and she went straight to Fanta. Fanta has been falling behind since Cherry has been gone. Classic and Fresca had already moved up the sidewalk, but they definitely saw Cherry and started making their way back. The family reunited against the mundane backdrop of office windows, but for me, it was one of the most beautiful scenes I have witnessed.
Lynn was surprised there wasn’t any trumpeting between Classic and Cherry, but I was closer to them and I could hear them purring and cooing and the chicks were peeping. They walked off together and then Cherry moved off to the pond when they got to the corner of the building. Classic, ever the good father, continued the daily foraging round without her as she got a drink and started to get used to her blessed freedom again. I told Lynn, she probably wanted to blow the stink off of her, the smell of humans and other birds at the sanctuary. Not that those stink…it’s an expression, you know. She wanted to freshen up! =o)
Later in the day, Classic and the chicks joined her at the pond for more foraging. I sat on the hill, and I just watched them. Of course I took some shots, but I also just enjoyed the splendor of seeing my family, our family, together again. I felt myself exhale, and while I will keep a close eye on Cherry and the family in the coming weeks, I feel better knowing they are together.
Thank you God for the blessing of Lynn and the good people at Save Our Searbirds who removed the paperclip from Cherry’s beak, gave her antibiotics, and cared for her. Lynn is some sweet lady, and she is incredibly dedicated and passionate. She often gets 6 rescue calls a day, most of them Sandhill Crane related. She showed me a lot of pictures. All of them made my heart ache, and some of them were incredible success stories. Lynn’s eye lit up, sharing the joy of those who were successfully released back into the wild, and I could see her heart ache when she spoke of those she euthanized and held as they passed away. “I wouldn’t want to be alone when I die; so I don’t let them be alone.”
I am going to go to the Sanctuary in a week and a half. I know a lot of what I may see there will be heart wrenching, but if I can help and raise awareness, that would be a great gift. Thank you my Flickr Friends for all of your prayers and good wishes. I met so many awesome and simpatico contacts because of this story. In case I haven’t mentioned lately, I HAVE THE BEST CONTACTS ON FLICKR. I hope you will check them out! You will find many nature lovers, bird nerds, macro-tastic bug lovers, tree-huggers, funny, talented, engaged and artistic people!
These are not necessarily shots of epic quality. Sometimes it is what it is with wildlife, and I was definitely respecting their space even more than usual, but the feelings were epic for me. For more information on these and other cranes visit www.savingcranes.org Hugs and thanks for viewing and oh my goodness, for reading this epic description if you were inclined to do so!!! XXOO
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Knowing that this beautiful and picturesque Gothic style church is surrounded by magnolia trees and daffodils we took a walk here on Easter Sunday. The spring blooms, weather, and of course, this glorious church building empty of church goers but full of divine inspiration and presence, didn't disappoint!
Hope and Spring are alive!
Thank you to all nurses, doctors, CNA's, nursing home workers, first responders, grocery store workers. truck drivers and public transportation drivers and workers.
First Congregational Church
Western Springs, IL
DuPage County
... one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~ Arabian Proverb
UC Berkeley Campus, Berkeley, CA
Happy Pretty Pink Tuesday!
Knowing that the former SAL signals are going to be replaced and that No 92 was ontime and the light was right we shot No 92 passing through Aberdeen.
knowing 201 was alloxed to the 6O68 Crawley stones I was hoping the bell and named end would be leading and luck was on my side here captured at Tunnel Jnc
The Silent Disco tent at the Dutch Festival. Excellent idea, this - you can speak to people without shouting, dancers can listen to different tunes, and it's great to see people getting down without knowing what they're listening to :-)
The Fuwa's are checking out some of the posible projects for 2009. They rember how hard it was for Ele to pick someone and want to start early. With only 10 days before 2009 they want to make sure they are settled on a new 365 object. I am horrible about knowing what day i am on so if I start on Jan 1st I will never be confused.
Some Key thing they have to look for:
Size: The fuwa's are a bit large to carry abound everywhere and having five of them makes it hard to set up photos. Also a pain at the airport.
Replaceable: I would hate to lose or damage the object.
Durability: Will it hold up to being in my pocket or camera bag for a year.
Cuteness Factor: Will I still want to photograph it in 6 months.
Sometimes there are stories flowing from obituaries and newspapers. Sometimes the graves themselves lead us in strange and wonderful directions.
Every time I photograph a cemetery, I imagine what accounts I can pass along, what lives I can uncover.
And sometimes whatever story there is to tell is not mine to be told. Sometimes, there's nothing further than can be said.
Neither Baby Forney nor Baby Lytton lived long enough to be named. And while we know the year Baby Forney was born (1900), that is all we know - and we know nothing at all of Baby Lytton.
The Forneys are buried nearby, but the Lyttons are mysteries. There is, however, an identical Baby Lytton marker in a cemetery not too far away (parentless, as well). It could be the same parents, but these Baby stone in this style can be found in cemeteries across the state.
It's rare to see the birth and death dates for these generic stones. If any exist, they're found in cemetery or church records. Most, however, were never recorded.
I wanted to photograph the two children together. In a less hostile world, they might have grown up along side each other, been friends, raised families together. But the early 1900s in Washington were hard. The cemeteries are filled with namesless infants.
I also wanted to capture a bit of how seeing two essentially forgotten stones like this can feel. Cemeteries are usually laid out in easy-to-understand grids. There are lanes and streets and family plots and everything is just so. These were by themselves in a boxed-off area (possibly containing unmarked children's graves). The entire idea is disconcerting. I did what I could to respect that feeling.
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'But Knowing'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Schneider-Kreuznach Super-Angulon 8/90mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Exposure: f/8; 1/30sec
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Washington
May 2024
The local crab fleet was 'out' today...during some really rough waves. I couldn't see the boats...which are often 100 ft. or more in length...but their huge lights on towers above their main decks would 'pop' up above the waves every now and then. Knowing a couple of the local commercial fishermen...I confess that every time we enjoy a seafood dinner in one of our local eateries...I am most grateful to the brave men and their fellows...who go out onto the ocean and bring us back some of the best foods in the world.
is probably the most talented linguist i have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
here is one of her little dittys.
Favorite-Flavored Fable
My serpentine mind winds curving lines
Circuitous routes on the continuum of time
Aluminum signs control the flow by design
They unite and align, fast-forward and rewind
So I pause in the story in the gore and the glory
And I stop in the traffic through the noise and the static
Ecstatic just to have it, erratic though it seems
My dreams are less fantastic than reality can be
So look at me, baring flesh and hiding soul
An alchemist, turning hunger into gold
Bold as the thunder under auspices of light
Blessings bestowed abundant, a charmed sort of life
It's like it's luck on my karmic credit card
A good deed gone unpunished, my ransom and reward
I'm the stone to your sword, the Goliath to your David
Your favorite-flavored fable, to satisfy and savor
A chic-shabby heroine or a damsel in distress
Star cross'd lovers, Montagues and Capulets
Poison and daggers in iambic pentameter
Bragging borrowed wisdom, listen, voice of an amateur
The diameter of my sphere of influence grows
With each white lie that I've told, every promise turned hollow
And oaths before God just because I was scared
Unprepared to go where lack of care child-bared
But still she's here with me now, how I long for her embrace
Soon enough my child, with God's given grace
Thy will be done.
Knowing that most of these CN C40-8M's are stored, hearing one leading an oil empty on the CP made it a manditory trip to catch it, only if it were for one shot. CP train 583 just clears Cardigan Junction in Shoreview and passes by the Lexington Industrial spur in Arden Hills, MN. These tanks are heading to Rosyth, AB for loading.
Knowing new locations is good, especially with fashion clothes.
⦿ ~:DudaDreams: Cheek Veins
⦿ ~:DudaDreams: Under Eye Bags
⦿ {L.F.C} Fer Pants
⦿ {L.F} BEM SHIRT
⦿ .Tippy.Tap. Andrea Sneakers
⦿ Hello Bebe - Space Pacifier Cat
Others:
⦿ {FB} Jiin Skin - MILK - [BROW] / [Apple EVO X]
⦿ Toddleedoo Apple Mesh Head
⦿ Toddleedoo Mesh Body
Knowing that there was going to be a big crowd up ahead at the curve at Minnieska, I opted for the shot just above Lock and Dam #5 which can barely be seen above the hoppers.
Because of brush and weed growth this shot is impossible in the summer but it can be done when the vegetation has been knocked down by winter snow.
The Leopard (Panthera pardus) is one of the five extant species in the genus Panthera, a member of the Felidae. It is listed as Vulnerable on the IUCN Red List because leopard populations are threatened by habitat loss and fragmentation, and are declining in large parts of the global range. Contemporary records suggest that the leopard occurs in only 25% of its historical global range. Leopards are hunted illegally, and their body parts are smuggled in the wildlife trade for medicinal practices and decoration.
The African leopard (Panthera pardus pardus) is the leopard nominate subspecies native to many countries in Africa. It is widely distributed in most of sub-Saharan Africa.
Queen Kaboso gave birth to a cub 6-8 weeks ago and and her mate, Golden Boy wanted to mate again with her knowing she is not in her oestrus. After having mated for 2-3 days Kaboso went back to her den and retrieved her cub and was seen a couple of days later with her cub.
Photographed on an early morning game drive in the Maasai Mara Game Reserve, Kenya.
Knowing this big lump of tree was here i'd been waiting for the right conditions and hoping i'd be there at the time. All fell into place today, right down to the position the tree had worked its way into. Burleigh Sands, Loch Leven. 0.6 Soft Grad and B+W Conversion in LR CC
Just like that..." Boom " they are off, from the starting gate in unison. Each having it's own space and place in line.
knot knowing means not knowing at all
when love says no and she is standing so tall
her regal poise needs no noise no spoken word used
a nod and a look and that closes the book.
so leave while you can no turning back advised
the road will lead you to the right size
say goodbye.
the trails sometimes snails
downhill picks up the speed that's all you'll need
and when the end is in sight don't fright it's a delight.
she loved you for a while
she used you with a smile oh how beguiled you were used
not really abused.
you loved it quite well
you bathed in the smell
her rose lips her luscious hips
and now go to........
goodbye fairdewell
you've learned all you need
women love forever men just live to tell
women know the truth
women drink it with vermouth
your brain may be broken your heart twisted in a knot
because knot knowing is not knowing at all.
good nite
Before knowing the weather condition of the Himalayan region we should understand its geography. The Himalayan region covers an area of 2,250 km with an average width of 200 km.
The forest belt of the Himalayan region consists of Oak, Rhododendron, Birch, Pine, Deodar, and Fir. And the monsoon season in this region lasts for mid June till the end of September. The Himalayas influences the meteorological conditions in the Indian subcontinent to the south and in the Central Asian highlands to the north to a great extent. It acts a climatic divider circulating the air and water system to a great extent. Because of its altitude and location it blocks the passage of the cold winds coming from the north to the Indian sub continent thereby making India's climate much more moderate. It also influences the rainfall pattern in India. The combined effect of rainfall, latitude and altitude largely influences the forests belts in the Himalayan region. The rainfall is mostly recorded during the monsoon time of June to September but it decreases as you travel from east to west. The snow-capped ranges of the Himalayas stretch 2, 250 km from the Namcha Barwa to Nanga Parbat on the Indus. The range extends from east to west up to central-Nepal and then takes a southeast to northwest direction.
www.himalaya2000.com/himalayan-facts/climate-of-himalayas...