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Copyright © 2015 Phil Dodd, All Rights Reserved. Upon a walk through Worcester Woods, I happened on a couple of Robins scavenging the woodland floor for food. The one looked fine & in good shape, however, this little character looked like he'd been having a 'bad hair' day ! I felt for him, but couldn't resist a shot....
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Discarded stove behind restaurant. Toronto.
Oops. I accidentally made this photo private and then public, and Flickr deleted all the favs. :-(
Reprocesssed Aug. 11, 2023
Nikon F3HP
Nikkor 24mm f2.8 AIs
Film: Kodachrome 25 (converted to B&W)
Scan: Nikon Super Coolscan 8000 ED
Processing: B&W Conversion: DxO Film Pak 5 (Fujifilm Acros 100)
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Someone dressed up like Lenin. He tries to make some money posing for 'historical' photos with tourists.
Seen in Explore for June 1st as #211. Thanks to all my dear friends!
... an Obsessive Oddity; an Outcast.
Throughout my life I have been out of step with the larger group of people surrounding me. A girl who looked and dressed like a boy a lot of the time, I didn't take part in the tomboyish activities that formed the acceptable alternative to the traditional feminine presentation. I wasn’t Anne from my beloved Famous Five books - all tears and fears and squeamish girliness, but I was no tree-climibing, adventurous George either. I only wanted to wear trousers (far more practical), to the heartbreak of my mother, who desperately wanted to put me in pretty dresses and I just wanted to be left alone with my books and my imaginary animals. In Secondary School I was the brainbox, who suddenly realised I was intelligent and took great delight with my friend Jane in beating the boys in Science and Maths. Certainly not viewed as femnine traits, so more confusion from those who expected me to conform. Forever clumsy and given to Asperger-like obsessions, I carried on to the beat of my own drum. I have been reading a lot about gender recently and I wonder, in this more aware world, if I would have felt less like a square peg in a round hole when I was an adolescent if there had been more of an understanding of gender fluidity. Boy George opened the world up for boys who wanted to look pretty and make a statement with their appearance, but there wasn't really anyone for me to idenitfy with.
In the world of work, I started out fine, in a science and engineering environment where there were more men than women (so much more comfortable for me) but once I moved into primary teaching I again would find myself on the outskirtds of the staff room chitchat. When the only reality TV or celebrity show you watch is Strictly and the only soap you're interested in is the one that gets you clean, you can find yourself struggling AGAIN.
But you know what? I like who I am. I have found my tribe amongst the textile junkies, the Outlander Obsessives and the book nerds and have more solid female friends now than I have ever had. Since schools went back after the first Lockdown, I have worn a dress every day I have taught (practical jersey and some even have pockets!), much to my mother's delight. I even now reach for the make up sometimes (if I remember) to draw on those evasive eyebrows because it makes me feel better..
I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses.
We're Here: Metaphysical Leper Colony
This gaunt and frozen tree with its fungal growths and straggly outstretched arms somehow reminds me of the Thomas Covenant stories by Stephen Donaldson which were popular when I was as a teenager. One anguished man is transformed into a tree by a powerful spirit of the forest, and another has leprosy and must constantly fear ending in terrible physical deformity. Not very cheery books nor a laugh a minute but they were still a tremendous read.
Not long after I bought my first car I set off to track down West Riding Guy "Wulfrunian"s, but with one's own transport the journey to Yorkshire was a treasure trove of other transport interests. At Wolverhampton Wanderers ground I came across this Harper brothers Leyland RTL (formerly RTL1600) in the bus park, September 6th 1969.
The driver is a little bit confused (as he wonders why should he be outside the bus?).
A CBP87 chassis with front overhang extended, bound for bus body rehabilitation.
Multiple buses from First West of England, including 39469 (YN20 CDV), 36829 (YP67 XDE), and 35114 (SO15 CUX) at Bristol Temple Meads
A tree on it's own away from the others amidst a field of wheat.
Cropped in with the 35mm, ND8 Grad.
After my mutation occurred, my neighbors, friends, and even my family rejected me... The town took a vote, and unanimously decided to cast me from the city.
My skin was turned a dark shade of green, and my voice was mutilated beyond human comprehension...
Now I live in this small bomb shelter, surviving on what small animals I can kill...
I've been using this small radio to see if I can find anyone else who speaks this distorted language. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to who understands what I'm going through...
In a way, this is a tribute to my friend Oskar Cortez's "Gloria*".
Also, This is a "Contraversión" of this one.
For some days the Internet was missing for cable fault. So
I sought for a presence of someone who could be a friend of mine.
And I found it---an outcast who has been living alone abandoned by
all. So I went to him and offer my hand of friendship.
"Friendship? What is this?"
"It's a relation-warm relation!" -I told him.
"Oh ! relation? But I have been absolutely related to someone and
think of nothing and none now"-he replied.
"Who is that one-you are deeply related to?" I asked.
"My alone self."-he replied.
Go get it! FamouStation now open!! .Inhale. Outcast tattoo exclusively out. Includes Tmp/Omega/Maitreya/Slink/Belleza & {SIGNATURE} Appliers.
This rock covered in moss was the only one of its kind in this shore filled with dark rocks. Really liked the way it stood out with the lighthouse in the background, so I took the time to compose it and took multiple focus shots to blend in the end. This shot is inspired by one of my photography inspirations, Thomas Heaton! Love the way he encourages people to sometimes just enjoy the nature and the various compositions that the landscape provides.
Concept up for voting at Glennz Tees
Video of illustration process in Adobe Illustrator. 48 mins compressed in to 3 Watch
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After Auburn University bought its own bus fleet, First Transit scattered the buses it operated there to other services. Buses 7367 & 7699 ended up at the Rochester Institute of Technology, apparently displacing articulated D60LFs 1529 & 1530.
Still in full Auburn paint, 7367 is assigned to the Park Point service on a sunny April day.
Spotter Info:
2013 Freightliner M2 106 / Champion Bus Defender
VIN: 1FVACWDT6DHFJ7367
Plate: 8376AC0 (Alabama)