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Species: Phoenicopterus roseus
Location: Bhigwan, India
Camera: Canon 6D
Lens: Tamron 150-600 VC
Processing: DPP & Neat Image
mistakes are wonderful surprises, they either abort a situation you thought was good for you, or put you unexpectedly in a situation you never thought would be good for you.
keys: adapt, awareness, change, read, understand, invisible, adapt
take a closer look.
I looked at my grandma’s arm while i was driving her to the nursing home she lives in, and I asked her: ’’gradma, can a person manage to live in peace with all the mistakes that one can make during his life? ’’ She didn’t know what to say, she said: ’’well maybe it depends on what mistakes you make, how big they are’’.
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font - "potsdam" by dieter steffman.
LYRICS.
Now that I'm thinking sober
Don't you try to get no closer
I'm just gonna get in my car and drive, and drive
Looking in the rearview mirror
Everything is so much clearer
Watch me wave it all goodbye, goodbye
The light's flashing, giving me all the danger signs
Someone to save, to save
But it don't work that way
Think you made your greatest mistake
I'm not gonna call this a break
Think you really blew it this time
Think you could walk on such a bad lie
Won't be taking the midnight calls
Ignoring the rocks you throw at my wall
I see it written in your face
You know you made it
Your greatest mistake
When the last straw is broken
When the last door is closing
I ain't that dumb to stick around, stick around
I ain't got the time for looking back
Gonna let yourself slip through the cracks
And you just keep going down, down, down
I'mma stay undercover
Lay low for some time
No one to save, to save
These six I closed overplayed
Think you made your greatest mistake
I'm not gonna call this a break
Think you really blew it this time
Think you could walk on such a bad lie
Won't be taking the midnight calls
Ignoring the rocks you throw at my wall
I see it written in your face
You know you made it
Your greatest mistake
Why you lookin' at me, spittin' the same old line?
Tryin' to creep back
Ain't no flippin' my mind
Don't you get it by now?
The story's over, over
Still callin' my name outside my house
I'm hittin' the switch
Watch the lights go out
Watch the lights go out
I hope you ache, oh, oh
I hope you ache, oh, oh
Think you made your greatest mistake
I'm not gonna call this a break
Think you really blew it this time
Think you could walk on such a bad lie
Won't be taking the midnight calls
Ignoring the rocks you throw at my wall
I see it written in your face
You know you made it
Your greatest mistake.
NOTES.
- wonder who this is about, hm...
Bernard Maybeck, the chief architect of the campus visioned the campus as an English village in the Tudor Style. But first, Maybeck had to play with some design and structural concepts before designing and constructing some of the beautiful building on campus. Enter the Mistake House, Maybecks testing ground. This little cottage is nestled on the Chapel Green and has been used for academic offices.
SSN wanted to have a picnic away from the orphanage to say goodbye to Aakriti. A charming idea. They rented a big van and picked us up. There were nine kids and seven adults.
The picnic was needed by the SSN staff. Aakriti was the second child when the orphanage began and she is only the third to leave. All the didis had their pictures taken with Aakriti and then did some group shots (note: I'm not the photographer for those, but took this during a groupshot).
I utterly failed to understand how hard this would be on Aakriti. While I had some concerns, they were mainly that she would spurn me during the picnic and then we'd get back to normal. I underestimated the impact of a second "separation" on her!
When they first dropped us off back at the hotel, Aakriti was distraught and sobbing. She calmed after a bit and we went outside as she wanted, then more sobbing and some combativeness. Screaming through the hotel lobby a second time, back to the room again (along the way, Nepali women occasionally take Aakriti to comfort her -- exactly the opposite of what she needs or I want, but culturally inexplainanble -- Aakriti is generally not comforted and reaches back for me, a good sign that, in the moment, consoles no one).
During the next stint in the room, there was an incredibly tender moment that would get me through the night. Aakriti was fairly exhausted and sitting on my lap playing quietly. Suddenly, she stood up, turned around, very deliberately kissed me on the lips, and then turned back around and resumed her seat on my lap.
The hours that followed were largely inconsolable sobbing. Aakriti did not want to be on the hotel grounds; she would direct me out to the street where the van had been. She would direct me this way and that and when I did not comply, she screamed horribly. I got my share of suspect, even hateful, looks on the street.
Back in the room, more struggle. Ultimately, she would fight to get out of bed and go sit by the door to the room, screaming when I came near her. I finally had to physically hold her in bed until, after about 45 minutes, she fell asleep at 10:00 p.m.
Fortunately, this morning, things are back to where they were. Smiles, play, and lovingness. I'm not sure I could have endured much more of last night (hopefully it will just be a memory).
Aakriti is napping now, being, understandably, rather exhausted. We went to the embassy and received her visa and other travel documents today. We are now all set to return home Saturday!
Assert your right to make a few mistakes. If people can't accept your imperfections, that's their fault. ( The leaning tower of Pisa )
I often look at Google Maps to find new places to ride. Some of the roads look fascinating going through some beautiful country. The problem is a lot of them don't exist.
Mistake Road is a classic example. Driving along Dunlop Lane in Kurwongbah, if you read the Google Map (http://sportstracker.nokia.com/nts/workoutdetail/index.do?id=1907581) , you'd expect a nice ride through to Shea Road. But the bitumen gives way to gravel, which gives way to dirt and mud, and in the end, all that is left is a horse trail.
And off that horse trail is Mistake Road.
So Steve and I bashed through some bush on the bikes, down Mistake Road. It went through a creek that was knee deep, so I cunningly took off my shoes and socks to keep them dry and waded through, holding up the bike.
The next creek, Steve said "Ride through it, it's easy" so I did, stalled mid-way and soaked my lovely dry shoes.
At this point the track disappeared and we found ourselves in a paddock near a farm house.
"Woops, we're accidentally trespassing" I thought. And just as we were about to get out onto the main road, we met up with the land owner driving her car out.
I had my spiel all worked out "I'm really sorry. We're lost, can you tell us how to get out of here?". But before I could, she congratulated us telling us that they'd only just prepared a new horse riding trail through their property, and we were the first people to come along it on our bikes.
Wendy was really friendly, and I was relieved that we hadn't antagonized some old hermit of a farmer who was going to set (in my imagination) hungry dobermans onto us.
But the point is that there are hundreds of old roads that are on maps, that "aren't really there". But if you ride down them on a bike, just at the point where they "disappear" you can bash through the bush and find horse trails that are probably more than a century old.
I've got a hunch that the "Old North Road" from Brisbane to Durrundur came through here somewhere.
Constance Campbell Petrie writes about a Indian fellow by the name of Shake Brown who kidnapped an Aboriginal woman and sailed to what is now Noosa Heads. After he'd had enough of roughing it, he came down the Old North Road on his way back to Brisbane, where he was met by some Aboriginal relatives of the kidnapped woman who exacted revenge from Brown and killed him on the banks of what is now Browns Creek.
Browns Creek runs through this area, as you can see on the map, so it's very likely we rode today near where Shake Brown was killed, which is also where the Archer Brothers would have ridden their horses in the 1840's on the way to Durrundur Station near present day Woodford.
So next time you drive your car to the end of road that really ought to be there according to the map, remember that the road probably still is there - you just need a good horse (or a mountain bike) to go any further.
Thanks, Wendy, for smiling and taking this photo, rather than setting the hounds on us!
I bought 40 of these blue saddlecovers in a lot on Ebay. Gonna make a killing, haha. They are good quality saddlecovers but it turned out they were way to short for Brooks saddles. Oops.
April 7, 2014 - The price of this slice of ham caused much laughter at the grocery store this morning
Was fun to hear her telling stories about it being alright to make mistakes in business. Great that lullabot.com is open with some of theirs. Was also great that they shared references to other businesses that have an open philosophy in the Drupal community. She didn't mention CivicActions but lots of others including Koumbit.
I went to shoot the sunset at the Oceanside Pier the other day, or night.... afternoon! My intent was to use the Triggertrap app I got for my phone. On the way, I realized I forgot a part for the clamp for my phone, but I figure I can just hold the phone while I shoot. I get to the beach to realize I forgot a part for the triggertrap dongle. Well I just did a normal sunset photo and packed it up... all to find the part for the triggertrap dongle in my car.
In the end this shot is 2 images merged in CS5. The foreground is a longer exposure to get the misty water on the rocks and then an exposure for the sunset.
while looking for a street near Oxford Street/ British Museum I spotted this 'epic' mistake of Google Maps. What they think is the British Library is actually the British Museum. I had a quick look up the map to see if the actual spot of the British Library is marked and it isn't. Dear Google Maps, British Library is just next to St. Pancrass Station on Euston Road (even though it used to be at British Museum,but thats about a million years ago). Perhaps you change it some time.
Vicki and I took a recent bus trip to a town in West Lothian that will remain unnamed. As we were walking up the street from the bus, we saw this silver Fiesta apparently reversing across the road, onto the pavement and straight through this wooden fence!
This photo is actually a mistake but I'd thought you'd like to know I have boobs and I'm wearing a pink bra! Feb. 2015. The camera went off by mistake and I thought the photo was interesting
This is an alternative cover,I've made, for the single ''My Mistakes...'', the model ''Gill'' is the same used on the original album ''The Age Of The Understatement''
It took me a while to ''upgrade'' the low resolution photo and made this..
P.s.
the photo comes from The 1962 book ''Five Girls'' from Sam Haskins,
The model Gill, was unknown and still she is...
The ink in the background was the result of experimenting today but things got away from me (a.k.a. I made a mess). However, it seemed an appropriate backdrop for the Neil Gaiman quote regarding just such things....and it's how I am trying to approach the creative process in general.