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Looking Down Woodland St. - Tenafly, NJ
This was some of the damage from the major storm of 2010 which rocked our area of Tenafly, NJ
6.30.09.
Today school was actually pretty cool. We had a longer break than usual because it was our italian teacher's birthday and she was in a good mood.
Algebra was surprisingly ok too, because for once we were doing something I already did in 8th grade and I know it like the back of my hand.
I had to go to the doctor's today to get shots for high school. I got 4 shots.
i hate getting shots :P
Since today is the last day of the month the next couple of pictures are things that I thought I should upload with my remaining MBs :)
by the way, this is my new friend Nancy, staring out the window during break.
Pictures of Canadian Artists and Musicians - Colin Robert Walcott playing the trombone. Walcott, C in the Canadian Musician Index. About Colin Walcott | Collin Walcott | Colin resides in Toronto, Canada - His occupation is a User Experience Designer (UX/UI) for Applications and Devices supported on Web and Multiple Mobile Platforms. Skill set covers front end issues with design, wireframe Application screens & flows, generate HTML, CSS, animation, workflows, navigation, icons and creative for applied use. Colin's extracurricular interests exist in Post production for Video, audio editing and mastering tracks, Photography, 2D/3D and Music (trombone). View Colin Walcott's professional profile on LinkedIn.
Cooktown, through the old Convent windows
"7 Days of Shooting" "Week #11 - Windows or Doors " "Shoot Anything Saturday"
(please view large on black)
Shark Valley Observation Tower (Ben Biderman with Edward Ghezzi, 1964). See introductory comments here.
My poor girl had an accident at school last week which knocked two of her teeth up into her gums. I've been mourning her smile since, but when some nice light came in through the window as the sun was setting, I remembered it doesn't matter, she's always my favorite model.
I have four of these small ornamental trees with beautiful heart shaped leaves that sway in the wind. It blooms with small pink flowers along the stems right before it leafs out.
Rooftop components of the WORKac scheme, with J. Mayer H.'s opaque shapes visible at left. See introductory text here.
Small guys like Oscar Sevilla can lose heat pretty rapidly. He didn't look too keen on leaving the bus and getting on the nasty wet roads.
(Also try it on black.)
WATCH THAT NEXT STEP!-- Lawrence and I hiked Gowlland Todd Jocelyn Hill trail from Caleb Pike and return on the Ridge Trail. Caleb Pike (pronounced Kay-Leb) to McKenezie Bight Ridge Trail. Caleb Pike is the southern entrance to Gowlland-Todd Park's Ridge Trail. Track it northward using the Ridge Trail ans seven-hours later one arrives at McKenzie Bight which is the northern trailhead. Midway on the Ridge Trail -- and at its highest point of some 430-meters (1412 ft.) -- is Jocelyn Hill; this was our destination November 5, 2007.
I wandered around campus today while waiting for the classroom to be open. I found this pretty window on the second floor of the building where my math class is :)
Het centraal station van Utrecht - zoals gezien door onze kamerplanten.
Utrecht central train station, as seen by our plants.
Recently, I've been making my way through Wallander, the BBC series. Kenneth Branaugh is his usual deeply brooding vessel of awesomeness and the script is extraordinarily well-written (Nicole: "How can people watch reality TV when this exists?"), but the thing that stuns me is the cinematography. I admit: I've fallen completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with the show's stark, introspective Scandinavian aesthetic.
Given my newly rediscovered northern infatuation, I present to you a Bergman-esque shot of Bayo.
There's a touch too much breathless anticipation in Bayo's stance to fit perfectly into a Wild Strawberries or The Seventh Seal, but it's close: the contrast between the room and the outside light accentuates his yearning, and the white line of the curtain sharpens it further. What matters is not the empty darkness of the interior, nor the jumbled grayness of the exterior, but the longing of the dog for what he perceives is achievable but not necessarily better.
This campsite does not offer perfect privacy, although if there was not the dang snow everywhere, I guess one could camp where they where less visible, and rope off the driveway to site, with a rope and a styrofoam plate (as they do it in the Adirondacks). andyarthur.org/photos/eastsacandaga/lookingout.html