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End of a Sunday -- April 23, 2006
A lone seagull heads for the lake, long after all the others have "bedded down" there in the lake's center for the night.
Oakland Park, Florida -US- near Fort Lauderdale.
See it LARGER.
TEETH FALLING OUT DREAM
Perhaps you are passing to a stage of greater maturity (and are reminded of when you lost your "baby teeth" as a child.) Maybe you are feeling old and decrepit or unattractive, thinking of the possibility of someday losing your teeth. Or perhaps you are subconsciously aware of serious dental problems that could lead to loss of your teeth. Are you overdue for a check up? Maybe you simply feel guilty about your poor dental hygiene. Have you said something(s) that you now regret? If so, maybe it feels as though you had a "loose tongue" and the words just "fell out" of your mouth. Maybe you grind your teeth at night (this phenomenon, called BRUXISM, is quite common) which leads to a strong dream awareness of dental discomfort, which triggers teeth-problems dreams. Perhaps you feel a lack of strength and assertiveness/aggression (there are "no teeth" to your personality). Or perhaps you recently saw, heard, or read something about loose teeth, which made a powerful enough impression to spark a dream.
A little photoshop trickery, This shot appeared in this months DIGITAL PHOTO magazine. technique of the month.
Canon 5D II
Canon 70-200mm F:4 IS
ISO:250
F:14
S:4s
all those people are praying out Masjid because it's not enough..
Old Rag Mountain is a 9-mile/8-hour circuit hike referred to by the locals as "the best hike in Virginia." Well who can resist that kind of sales pitch? So we set out on the 2,200ft climb, followed by several hours of some hair raising boulder scrambling. As I was crawling my way up a steep section, this fascinating boulder greeted us by showing how well it defied gravity by hanging out so precariously. It was hard work, but the views were some of the best up there!
Old Rag Mountain, Shenandoah National Park, VA
An out take from the previous shoot I decided to upload. With this photo, I liked how the imprints of my hands were much more prominent. And just because I liked the tones in this edit too, and just because I felt like uploading something..
Any preference?
NS 6700 knocks down CP 14 as it comes out on the main at Vistula with loads for Elkhart. K. Vahey at the throttle.
Studio School of English, Cambridge. What attracted me was the green of the windows against the red autumnal colours.
Tea bags.
[Just a warning: What follows here is a satirical piece for the Macro Mondays theme April Fools. The attempt at humour is based on the caricature of the insular English as a linguistically arrogant (and ignorant) and xenophobic people.
I'm very aware, though, that humour often doesn't travel well over water. Please be assured the thoughts expressed are not those of the management!]
The British are a nation of tea drinkers.
As you’d also expect from the world’s fifth largest economy we are not afraid to lead the world in embracing the modern. And a prime example is the tea bag.
The main advantage of this life-changing invention is that you can so easily hang them out on the line to dry, ready for the next use. Gone are the days of scraping out tea strainers and spreading the contents on trays to dry in the sun (or, more likely, to be blown away).
Thus we preserve our life line of infusions - the more important in these days of diminishing Empire, when confounded upstart democracies threaten our supply chain!
Tea drying by any method, of course, creates a problem when faced with our climate. Constant drizzle, cold grey fog, damp chill winds, or even deluging downpours are certainly not good for drying the little bags.
But British ingenuity, like so often in history, is not to be underestimated.
We have designed little drying racks to stand the tea bags before the kitchen fires, or even (in lower establishments) the living-room hearths.
The better British households also have wooden frames attached to pulleys which can hoist the desiccating bags up to the room ceilings where the drier and warmer air pools.
I have heard, reliably too, that some of the very modern hovels are obliged to forego fires and instead have a curious thing called central heating that involves warming water in radiators.
I’m surprised it works. I think it’s mainly the lower classes that have them because they can’t afford the servants to make the fires.
But even here British inventiveness knows no bounds - you can get little racks to hang on the radiators to dry your tea bags. I kid you not - I have seen them advertised on Amazon!
So tea remains the drink of choice of the landed classes. I am trying to avoid mentioning the vile craze at the moment amongst the peasantry for that roasted bean thingy from Ethiopia.
I am certain this will never catch on and is just a passing fad - we are far too sensible as a nation.
I mean whatever good came out of South America? Just think of the ghastly tango!! Not to say anything about the slumba, rambo, and sizla or whatever they are: those corrupt orgiastic gyrations promoted as exercise by dodgy gyms. Proof, if any were needed, that exercise was a Bad Thing.
Ahah! The would-be geographer of the family has mentioned that Ethiopia isn’t in South America.
It matters not to the cut and thrust of my argument. My firm riposte was that as there are only two languages in the world, English and Foreign, that it is fair to conclude there are only two countries worthy of mention: Britain and Foreign. That Foreign is spread across several continents is immaterial to the point.
And, in any case, most areas of Foreign (all the good bits anyway) have been successfully invaded by our colonists. So that’s all well and good (as long as they pay their tea tax of course).
Sorry. I shouldn’t let it get me so wound up.
I am meandering off-piste. (Don’t you just love the way the British integrate so well with the world! The way they graciously include words of Foreign in the mother tongue… especially when they don’t really understand them (and, no, I’m not going to ask what off-piste really means in this forum).
This is an image of my tea bags.
I am, I admit, a particularly sophisticated tea drinker, having different types of tea to suit the changing hours of the day.
For Breakfast I have… er… English Breakfast (OK, so perhaps I’m not that sophisticated...), a strong tasty tea with plenty of backbone to get me going in the morning.
At Lunchtime I have a more refined, delicate tea: Earl Grey, a blend of light Indian teas and the rind from the bitter bergamot orange. This acts as a pick me up and keeps me going (mainly to the loo, it has to be said, though that may be a detail too far for this family-friendly group...).
Then at Teatime a bit of refinement with pure Ceylon: a delectable flavoursome tea with a beautiful orange colour. Delicious! (And more going...)
I label the pegs so I know which bag is which and prevent disasterous confusion of the types. The different colours help further in the dim light of dawn...
And if my viewer thought BLT stood for the ingredients of a sandwich, I am afraid you are a little behind the times. The cognoscenti (which I think means the finely perfumed classes) now have Sbam sandwiches (Streaky Bacon, mashed Avocado and Mayonnaise). Even the riff-raff of British society have always loved sbam sandwiches…
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image (though if you do it is probably a reasonable cause for concern…). Happy Macro Mondays :)
[Handheld in daylight (not the teabags, obviously). Brutally cropped to the size requirements of the group. I mean you wanted to see more, right? :) ]
checked out this clothing line pop-up shop outside the Brooklyn Museum--she's showing how the collar can be worn up (or down)
#teeshirttales
@upandoutmentality
watch interview:
Back to June and the weekend of the first Torbay Airshow which saw several park & ride services laid on to transport the crowds of people to Paignton to see the air displays. Several of the service were barely used and proved to be a large waste of money, the one P&R service that Stagecoach operated that did carry decent numbers was the Orange Shuttle to Gallows Gate. Pictured making the long steep climb up towards Preston Down we see veteran Dennis Trident, S811BWC, 17011, with an early evening service on the Saturday. The bus along with the rest of the older Tridents in the Stagecoach Devon fleet were to move on soon after the event.
Company: Stagecoach Devon
Registration: S811BWC
Fleet Number: 17011
New: 1999
Chassis: Dennis Trident
Bodywork: Alexander ALX400 H77F
Route: Orange Shuttle (Paignon, Preston, Seaway Road-Gallows Gate)
Location: Sandringham Gardens, Preston
History: New to East London (TA11)
Exposure: 1/1000 @ f6.3 200ISO
Date: 11 June 2016
This little Downy Woodpecker was having a feast on a flower stalk of Common Mullein at the community gardens. I'm still always happily surprised when wild things let me get close enough to use the 50mm or 105mm to shoot. With so many people around the gardens every day, I think the birds here have developed some level of comfort with humans sharing their gardens. :)
The Flickr Lounge-Neglect
This big old red tractor has been left in the weeds and no one is cleaning up the area so we can see it. It's a shame, it's a great subject to photograph.
New Fall releases!
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A very special thank you to IsabellaGrace Baroque of Olive Juice for making such awesome poses!
Releases pictured:
Belted Dress- Navy
Cropped Pants- Wine
Dream Catcher Necklace- Gold
Turquoise and Leather Cuff
The Boston Shirt- Buff