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Moscow, 9th May 2010 (65th Victory Day Celebration). Two old ladies harshly blaming a young girl that was selling (new) Russian flags.
Know what's hard? Manually presetting your focus in the dark. Like, the dark, dark. Next time I'll use a flashlight to pinpoint the focus area.
Know what else is hard? Holding still for a 25 second exposure.
I know i am big but didnt think i resembled a seal this one followed me, notice the grey coat which is its first adult coat Mum has left now,
I was trying to photograph another pair of seals and felt this nudge in the side i was like no dont be a bull and there was this seal, who flopped across the beach after me, the wardens thought it was funny she has been tagged with an electronic tag and it will show just where she goes
the seals arent resident at Donna Nook they just breed there some go as far as the top of Scotland to around Cornwall and Devon
she will eat 5kg of fish a day she will also eat lobster and crabs
I was a bit sad to say goodbye lol
Did you know that the Kansas City Railroad used to stop their trains to allow passengers to shoot at passing buffalo? Or that there were about 60 million bison when the Europeans landed in America and by the 1880s all but 500 had been killed. Today there are 350,000 bison in America.
I love useless facts! They make me giggle.
An older lady I know at work knows I smoke and gave me this pipe she has had since she was 15. Anyone know anything about this style?
Source-Reddit
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I suppose coming to know a truly beautiful woman would be next when I hit my A-Levels.
Sardhana really was gorgeous. I was just under 19 years of age and looked very sickly. She was a 21 year old, 5 foot 7, dark-eyed, dyed blonde stunner of Chinese, Dutch and Bengal parentage. I was totally smitten. Not in a physical way mind you as I was still very green on matters of physicality partly due to my own bizarre anatomy and partly also to do with my hold on being innocent to the very last.
She liked me. That much I knew. She often talked to me about personal things. Things which I knew that she shared only to me. Amidst the intensity of coursework, we often found time to hang out together and often went out together with other friends. Having very little spending money myself, I often limited my trips to the local shopping complexes where most of the days, all I could really afford was my own lunch and perhaps a bar of chocolate at the end of the day. Not that it mattered of course for I really craved her company.
As things developed, I began to have very strong feelings for her. It was love. But to this day, I can’t remember for the life of me whether it was romantic love I felt then. All I know is that I felt something for her. I knew not what. I was still unsure in matters physical.
It was also during this time that I found out that my health problems was not due to the causes which my parents and the paediatricians initially thought. I found out for example that I had a genetic condition affecting my lungs which is quite commonly misdiagnosed as asthma. I was still taking a cocktail of drugs to help me breathe properly and now, I had a few more. One of the drugs I took made my hair fall out almost immediately. I still remember the day I sat down in front of my mother while she brushed my hair. I heard her panicked cry when clumps of long black hair started falling unto her lap. The doctor reckoned that it was because of the steroids which I had been taking that was supposed to help me breathe better. My fluctuations in weight didn’t help either and I often missed classes at college.
Then one day, disaster struck. I woke up to find that I had turned yellow.
Jaundice.
My liver started to play up. For reasons I have forgotten, my liver simply started to give up. The doctors reckoned that it was that cocktail of drugs that took its toll on me. Already since a child, I have been exposed daily to Longifene, Ventolin tablets, steroid inhalers and Intal. Come to think of it, I was probably the only kid on the block who could tell you that QVar tastes a lot different to Becotide. Not to mention all the other stuff I was taking to keep my hormones in check.
I was out of action for several months . My weight plummeted yet again I was literally a skeleton, subsisting only on a tiny pot of coleslaw a day and Livita. And just like before, my parents stopped giving me a hard time about studies and began really looking after me. Again, after a very long time, I felt loved. I went to hospital after hospital and I think my dad spent a fortune in medicines.
I felt that I was something precious to them.
And for the second time in my life, I felt the strong link between being sick and love.
Sardhana and I grew apart during the time I was sick. I could not cope with my lessons on account of me being very weak. I did get invited to her birthday party early that year and I tried my best to look healthy for it. I think that day was the start me distancing myself from her. I bought a simple gift that day and with flowers I went to her house. I was of course very conscious of the way I looked and as I noticed that night, everyone loved her. For some reason and I think this was due to the fact that I saw myself as sickly, I saw everyone else in a better position than I. I saw people who didn’t have to take pills everyday, didn’t have to watch what they ate and more importantly didn’t get beaten by their parents for being less than par. I saw parents hugging their kids and being told that they were proud of their achievements. To make matters worse, she introduced me to her ‘boyfriend’ and spent the whole night in his arms. My carefully wrapped roses lay discarded at the bottom of a staircase.
I suppose it wasn’t really jealousy I felt that night for I never saw anything romantic between me and her. I was still rather confused to what I was and how I felt. All I know was that I didn’t feel something about myself. And when I got home to face more coughing fits I went to the bathroom to wash myself up. I took a long look in the mirror and without thinking twice, I cut my wrists. I wanted it to end there and then. But it wasn’t deep enough.
I even failed at that.
So, with the time at home, we grew apart. I did of course fail a paper that year and had to retake it twice before I passed. Parental admonition was severe but controlled. The hitting stopped. I think by that time I was doing more damage to myself than they could ever do. I already wasn’t eating properly, self-harming and constantly denying myself the pleasures of my age. I stopped going out and socialising and spent most of my time indoors.
The something amazing happened. I got accepted into law school. Apparently my grades were marginally good enough. My parents decided that law was definitely going to be my vocation and I really had no say in the matter.
I wasn’t really prepared for the intensity of law school and university for that matter. Not only that, with my esteem already low and me being almost constantly ill I was rushing headlong into a full blown eating disorder.
It was the year 1991 I discovered my love affair with bulimia and laxatives.
Things I Know to be True, by Andrew Bovell
Things I Know to be True is a beautifully written drama centring on the lives of a family over the period of a year, poignantly presented through the seasons. It is described as a “complex and intense portrait of the mechanics of a family – and a marriage –through the eyes of four siblings struggling to define themselves beyond their parents’ love and expectations”.
Putney Arts Theatre: 5-9 November 2019
Cast:
Bob Price - Aidan Kershaw
Fran Price - Penny Weatherall
Mark Price (Mia Price)- Bradley White
Ben Price - Theo Leonard
Pip Price - Emily Prince
Rosie Price - Natasha Henson
Director: Frances Bodiam
Producer: Jeff Graves
If you know me, you know my spouse is disabled. I have a blog about him called "Conversations with the Disabled Guy" and it focuses on the humorous side of living with someone with a disability. We're one of those families that uses humor to cope with things and trust me, if we didn't, we'd have all gone insane a long time ago.
Last night, he texted me (he's visiting his family down in North Carolina) out of the blue. And I did a blog post about it. I titled it Textualization... And today's 365 submission was because of that conversation. I sent him all four versions of today's photos and let him choose which one he liked best.
He chose this one.
"To Know a Veil", part of the 2013 Capital Fringe Festival, performing at Warehouse Theatre.
This image is fully copyrighted. Permission is granted only to those affiliated with the Fringe Festival &/or the performers to use these photos provided that they provide the following:
"© Andrew Bossi, flickr.com/thisisbossi/collections/72157624437631981/"
What the camera will capture ..
A Skipper leaving Buddleja davidii ..
But not gracefully ..
Looks like all legs and a couple of wings !
2 Months old now. Ramzi is getting bigger. This is his first time learning how to pose. Quite good for a baby :D
otherwise know as mary bailey/heard, my granny. another restored picture. In fact its restoration par excellence it was a scan of a recoloured and really bad home print that was probably less than 72dpi, and had bitmap lines on it and was otherwise composed almost entirely of artefacting. Pink and green, Horrid So restored to dignified silvertoned sepia. :D
Its a bit too waxy, but compared to the blurry stamp it was, this is a masterwork.
Norio knows that if he asks politely, he can sit on my lap any time he wants. He also knows if he doesn't ask politely, he can still sit on my lap.
what we don't know won't hurt us.
what we don't know won't keep us up at night.
what we don't know won't hurt us.
but we don't know.
what you don't know won't hurt you.
what you don't know won't have you terrified.
what you don't know won't hurt you.
but you don't know.
and you won't know that you don't
/and knowing is half the battle. ; )
You know you're old when you go to a "Ringing in the New Year" party, you leave by 9:00 p.m. and you're content to come home and watch Urban Cowboy on TV.
Besides it's only Day 5 and already a 'crappy' photo. Oh well....
KNOW YOUR ODDBALL
1. Is he/she suspiciously foreign (i.e. not white or black home-grown-British-non-Muslim, but some shade... or some article of clothing or SOME thing that's... you know... suspiciously foreign)?
2. Is he/she photographing a possible T target (i.e. army base, airport, tube station, bus station, reservoir, factory, shopping centre, hotel, high street, beach, anything American or...well... just about anything anywhere really)?
3. Is he/she definitely NOT Japanese?
4. Terrorist or Tourist? They sound alike and, all too often, look alike too. If you're confused, call us NOW.
I confess I don't actually know where that is in the background but it's a boat heading in the general of Bute, seen from Great Cumbrae.
My buddy, Joel. The guy in the airplane photo! He taught me almost everything I know.
Scan from neg, circa 1985
Nikons FM
20mm Nikkor
... Certain things catch your eye,
But pursue only those
that capture your heart
(old American Indian saying)
submitted to artistic temperament scavenger hunt clue: #59 this i know
LOL I caught Dood while he was talking .. what he was saying was "Yeah get a pic because when she blows up I can say I know her!!"
Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now - The Smiths
'Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now'
Things I Know to be True, by Andrew Bovell
Things I Know to be True is a beautifully written drama centring on the lives of a family over the period of a year, poignantly presented through the seasons. It is described as a “complex and intense portrait of the mechanics of a family – and a marriage –through the eyes of four siblings struggling to define themselves beyond their parents’ love and expectations”.
Putney Arts Theatre: 5-9 November 2019
Cast:
Bob Price - Aidan Kershaw
Fran Price - Penny Weatherall
Mark Price (Mia Price)- Bradley White
Ben Price - Theo Leonard
Pip Price - Emily Prince
Rosie Price - Natasha Henson
Director: Frances Bodiam
Producer: Jeff Graves