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on transience and self
This is a comment on the galleries 'kiss the pain away' and 'show us a smile, then', which I compiled from among some of your brilliant and interesting photos over the past couple of days.
The x-ray is from 2010.
(I'll catch up with recent comments and uploads some time soon.)
11th March 2015 © Lise Utne
This image is the last in a series of three capturing the amazing sunset and "freaky" clouds in NYC one evening last weekend. If you missed the first two, you can check them out here and here.
This shot was taken just about 8 minutes after the previous one. The sky's color turned from deep orange to purple and red. The freaky clouds have all but disappeared. The joggers and business people who had previously stopped to look up and take pics with their phone cams have all departed to resume their journey home. It's too bad though because they missed this. The spectacular sunset and clouds were like rewards to compensate my travel woes earlier in the day.
I think this is a record for me - posting on three consecutive days! Of course, I'm sort of breaking my own rule of not posting the same type of scene/images twice or more in a row. Oh well...
Better on black.
Highest Explore: #117
No, I'm sorry. That fellow hanging out of the cab window is simply too young to be a driver. Whatever business he had to be there, I had the impression that he rather enjoyed being seen by myself and one or two others present ...coming to the cab door and peering, through narrowed eyes, along the length of "his" train. You can't blame him, I suppose: I'd be lapping it up too, wouldn't you? The youth on the platform was unknown to me. His get-up was pretty standard platform-end attire at the time, as was his Adidas bag, freighted, no doubt, with sandwiches made by his mum, a pork pie, a Thermos, a camera and the usual équipage of Biros, notebooks and pocket-sized Ian Allan publications. I never knew what, or who, Adidas was, or even how to pronounce it. Where did the stress fall? Was it Add-id-uss, or Uh-dee-duss? Somehow I associate the name with trainers and tracksuit bottoms. It was Thursday 19th December 1974 and the train was the 10:25 Birmingham - Paddington. I'd come up from Bristol Temple Meads behind 46 031. The locomotive here, as you see, was D1069 Western Vanguard. I travelled on this train as far as Reading, returning to Bristol Parkway on the 13:15 Paddington - Cardiff, behind D1064 Western Regent. Those were the days! I should have appreciated them more.
I found this group here on flickr hopeREVO and loved the idea. You are supposed to leave little notes of hope in random places. This is my first set. I just took some of my pictures and added some "hopeful" sayings and had them printed up in wallet sized prints. Now I just need to go spread them around! Thats gonna be the fun part!
Check out the website at www.hopeREVO.com
Musical notes on the digital piano. My daughter getting ready for her recital....she plays the piano better than me.
Ricohflex VII, Ricoh Anastigmat 1:3.5 80mm, Kodak Pro160, Wide Open
Ich wünsche euch allen wunderbare Festtage, ganz egal, wie ihr sie verbringt.
Hauptsache, ihr lasst es euch gutgehen. :)
Weihnachtskarten basteln und schreiben ist eine meiner liebsten Weihnachtstraditionen, in die ich jedes Jahr viel Zeit und Porto investiere.
Was liegt euch besonders am Herzen in dieser Zeit? Habt ihr klassische oder ganz ungewöhnliche persönliche Traditionen?
Erzählt mal.
Marzia Casilli nasce a Lecce nel 1989. Vive ad Ascoli Piceno, dove è Vicepresidente dell'Associazione Culturale ''Das Andere'', che promuove incontri con scrittori e dibattiti filosofico-letterari, con l'obbiettivo di risvegliare la coscienza sociale. E' laureanda in Psicologia e dal 2015 allieva della Scuola Holden di Torino. Nel 2010 pubblicava con Albatros una raccolta di poesie dal titolo ''Leggendo e scrivendo'' . Con il mare in tasca'' (Talos 2015 - collana Polis) è il suo primo romanzo.
: one of the first exposures with the new camera. And now it's time to take a proper look at it, and to start reading the operating instructions...
(© Lise Utne)
Replacing an earlier scanned slide with a better version 27-Dec-15 (DeNoise AI 24-Aug-22).
Please note that dates are approximate.
This aircraft was delivered to the East German Air Force (NVA Nationale Volksarmee) as DM-SCO (coded 171) in Dec-73. It was transferred to Interflug in May-79 and re-registered DDM-SCO the following month. After Germany was unified the aircraft was re-registered D-AOBD in Oct-90.
It was sold to Syktyvkar Avia as CCCP-65613 in Oct-91. It became RA-65613 with Komiaviatrans in May-93 after the USSR became the Russian Federation. The aircraft was sold to Yamal Airlines in Jul-98 and passed through another couple of airlines before being sold to UTAir Aviation around 2006. It was eventually broken up, date unknown.
PS. I still check my page several times a day so I'm not disappearing from flickr completely during this time.
Ironically it was today in Houston that I found out Bill Bryson has a new book scheduled for publication at the end of May. In many ways it will be a follow up to his "Notes from a small island" shown above. His new work will be eagerly anticipated in this household.
The title is fixed but as yet there is no indication of the cover or the exact date of release. What is known is that the majority of chapters are based around his usual wry observations from different locations around Brexitland during the last year. Most feature England. However, there will be at least one chapter from Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland.
With his gentle but incisive insights, it should be a fascinating read from a gentleman who holds dual nationality - born in America but who has spent most of his life in Britain. In the new book, he apparently looks on at the utter chaos in a country he clearly loves - but one that is falling apart at the seams.
Post April 1st Edit : April Fool!
*stands well back from the forthcoming volley of swear words and insults*
Every morning I make notes of the photos I intend to take later in the day. However, I don't keep to the plan if something more interesting turns up. This is the "hand" photo and this is the "cardboard" photo.
The Our Daily Challenge group has chosen Hand as today's topic.
Stuck for an idea for your daily 365 photo? Join the Our Daily Challenge group for inspiration.
In Round 116 of the All New Scavenger Hunt I have chosen item 18: Daily
Date: 1929
Source Type: Currency
Printer, Publisher, Photographer: Valparaiso National Bank
Postmark: Not Applicable
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Remark: This is a $10 bank note issued by the Valparaiso National Bank, Charter No. 6215, Serial No. A001046A (1929).
In March 1902, William Johnston, Charles W. Benton, and others filed an application with the United States government for authority to organize the Valparaiso National Bank. This newly formed bank was to take the place of the First National Bank of Porter County through reorganization.
The Valparaiso National Bank was located on the west side of Washington Street, across the street from the Porter County Court House. A statement of the bank issued at the close of business on June 14, 1912, showed a capital stock of $100,000, a surplus of $20,000, and deposits of $693,793. At that time, the officers of the bank were Charles W. Benton, president; Leslie R. Skinner, vice-president; A. J. Louderback, cashier; T. L. Applegate, assistant cashier.
The Valparaiso National Bank printed a total of $1,582,130 of national currency beginning in 1902 and ceasing in 1932. The bank printed a total of 1,696 sheets of Type I $10 red seal bank notes. This bank note was signed by Andrew J. Louderback, cashier, and Horace M. Evans, president. Due to the effects of the Great Depression, the Valparaiso National Bank was forced to discontinue operations on January 11, 1932. The First Trust Company in Valparaiso ceased operations on the same day.
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