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Whoever owns this old school keeps up pretty good. During the holidays they even had Christmas wreaths in the two front windows. How many old schools would you find that the outhouse was still in the yard? This located along the Skyline/Mill Creek Scenic Drive.
When the mind is kept away from its preoccupations, it becomes quiet. If you do not disturb this quiet, and stay in it, you find that it is permeated with a light and love you have never known. And yet, you recognize it at once as your own nature.
Wildlife owns the National Parks and Preserves. They enjoy being in charge. Even this young cheetah knows it can sun on the road if it chooses to do so.
Shaba National Reserve, Kenya. End of day.
The rest of his body hasn't grown into his head and paws. Yet...
More photos to come! Here is my African safari album link
Something completely different from what I normally shoot. I was out for a sunrise shoot at this location, but nothing spectacular happened. I took some shots from the outside and thought, why not have a look inside. So that was my own Urbex exploring. It tell a story, of an old house where someone use to live. It has memories for someone. And now it's a memory for me too :)
i DONT OWN this camera sadly,:( i borrow it off my Uncle Don every now and then, but i thought it deserved a name. :D DON backwards is NOD so Noddy it is people XD
it will be LEEMAY WONGS 16th birthday in about 50 minutes !! :D
yaaaaaaaaaay happy birthday GEE !!
your getting an early face book birthday message from the nicoooole.
we have to wear black & red to school on Friday. in support of Canterbury and to raise money ! but i dont have any red :/
My own way to pay a tribute to one of the greatest artists of all times.
Thank you for the inspiration, David!
People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don't sit looking at it- walk. Ayn Rand
~happy traveling fence friday~
The three houses were owned by members of the Skolfield family who were very prominent in Brunswick in the 1800's. The following is from the Pejepscot Museum (housed in the building on the right) website. The house in the center has primarily offices of various businesses.
Master George Skolfield (1780-1866)
The patriarch of the family, George Skolfield was an expert ship builder. His primary yard was located four miles outside of Brunswick on Harpswell Sound. He oversaw the construction of sixty freighting ships in his lifetime, all of which had the reputation of being “safe, slow, and sound”. By the mid nineteenth century, Master George was one of the wealthiest men in Maine. Along with building ships, he wished to build the reputation of his sons. To that end, he purchased land on Park Row, across from the Brunswick Green. This was the area of town where the social elite lived. He built an enclave of Skolfield homes at the geographic center of Brunswick’s high society.
Well This account It's For my Own Competition called: ' The Model of The Year '.
Only my dolls // Solo mis muñecas, Sorry But I can't make it International because I'm not ready lol // Lo SIento, pero no puedo hacerlo Internacional porque no estoy preparado para hacerlo.
Descrption Translated // Descripción Traducido in English & Spanish (más abajo)
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Language:In English
The competition is based on 6 Girls that They need to be Model Of the Year .
Every MONTH I'll upload 1 photo [1 each 1] with the selected theme of the 3 Judges
Elimination
The girls won't be eliminated, -Yeah I know, 3 judges... blah blah blah- , This Will be with statistics [every month] of Comments, Faves, Viewers and YOU CAND JUDGE TOO! I'll read your opinions and I will also qualify them :) .
I'll compare the statistics of The Girls.
Remember
The girl who has the highest statistics will be ... THE MODEL OF THE YEAR
[Sorry for my bad english, I use the transale of some words]
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Idioma: En Español
Este Concurso Trata de 6 chicas que quieren ser ' La Modelo del Año ' .
Cada Mes se subirá 1 foto [1 de cada chica] con el tema que eligirán los 3 Juzgados.
Eliminación:
Las Chicas no serán eliminadas, -Si lo sé, 3 Juzgados blah,blah,blah-, Se las juzgará con Estadísticas De Comentarios, Favoritos, Vistas y ¡TÚ PUEDES JUZGAR TAMBIÉN! , Leeré vuestras opiniones y las calificaré :).
Compararé las estadísticas de las chicas
Recuerda
La Chica que Tendrá las estadísticas más altas será... ¡LA MODELO DEL AÑO!
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Models at the moment // Modelos ahora mismo
Kalia Hewitt Crawford [Barbie Basics Jeans #.4]
Skipper Scott Thorne [Barbie Sisters (Skipper)]
Bianca Leal Solís [Barbie Fashionista SwappinStyles W2, Glam]
Only 3 Models more... // Solo Faltan 3 Modelos más...
I'll Wait and Buy Them.// Esperaré y las compraré...
This 3 Dolls Will be the next models:
Any Barbie Fashionista Raquelle
Any Barbie Fashionista Teresa
Any Barbie With Dark Skinned , Like Artsy or other doll ...
As one goes through life one learns that if you don't paddle your own canoe, you don't move
Katharine Hepburn
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
Owned by: BFI Browning-Ferris Industries
Chassis: Peterbilt 320
Body: McNeilus
Type of truck: Rear Loader
Unit number: 2048
Additional notes: N/A
Location of photo: Asset Auctions/Asset Nations
At last almost all the snow is gone, the ice is off the ponds and streams and Spring is beginning. Many weeks later than last year, but she seems not to care... :)
Taken my own Power back, its not about standing in a crowed its about being strong on your own. Even alone I will stand tall. Be the Queen no matter.
Owned by the Adrian & Blissfield Railroad, the Jackson & Lansing (JAIL) is a shortline running about 50 miles from Jackson to Lansing, MI. Operating a leased NS branch line, they interchange with NS at Jackson and CN & CSX at Lansing.
The railroad's headquarters and shop are located at Mason, less than 15 miles south of Lansing. Here, a northbound train is staged in Mason with one of the recently repainted Adrian & Blissfield locomotives (JAIL doesn't own any engines themselves). ADBF 822 is actually a native Michigander, having started life for the Detroit, Toledo, & Ironton as DTI 410.
ADBF GP40-2 #822
Mason, MI
September 20th, 2023
taken @ Burnout Cafe
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Top is Blossom from ChicModa
Pittbull - RezzRom
Elias Combat boots from Blueberry
Hair - Truth group gift
~~~ Traveling through the American West
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Oregon - USA
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Un Granero Rojo a la Luz de La Mañana
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About three months ago, my sister discovered this beautiful 1955 Dodge Jobline pick-up truck in a local Charleston newspaper. Knowing how much I'd always dreamed of owning a 1950's red pick-up, she rang to tell me about the listing and I located it online. We talked about how beautiful it was and of all the things we'd love to do with the truck, but the price was simply too high and over time, we soon forgot about her.
Then, about two weeks ago, our Granny passed away and I found myself back in S.C. for her burial. One day shortly after, with emotions still at an all-time high, my sister and I decided we would go kayaking where our Granny and Grandpa were born and raised. It would've been a great trip, except none of the weather forecasters had predicted the severe thunderstorms that ensued and we quickly found ourselves in need of alternative plans. What better to do than shop, right?
With our trip canceled, we found ourselves riding around Mt. Pleasant with a ridiculously large two-person kayak on our roof and "nothing" to do. I mentioned thinking it would be nice to go back and check out this 1960's “Endless Summer” type canary yellow station wagon we’d passed the day before, so we headed to the garage where it was parked. After perusing a wide array of vintage vehicles, we made out way to the garage and struck up a conversation with the mechanics. We inquired about some of the vintage vehicles and mentioned we’d found a red 1950’s red pick-up a few months back and asked if they’d ever seen one. They mentioned knowing of both a black and a white 1950's truck, but no red one. As the conversation neared the ½ hour mark, one of the mechanics remembered he’d seen a red 1950’s pick-up parked at a law firm not far from the shop. As soon as he said this I thought (and my sister claims I said out loud), “That’s it!”.
After getting a few other places / people’s names who might know where to find a 1950’s pick-up, we took our chances and headed to see the truck the mechanic had mentioned seeing "a while back". We had nothing to lose by looking. As soon as we saw the vehicle and drove around the back-end, I knew it was the same one my sister had found three months prior. On the driver’s door window hung a sign advertising a slashed price and a phone number. After taking some photos and checking out the vehicle, my sister rang the listed number. We’d both just assumed the truck belonged to a man, so when a woman answered, she was surprised. After speaking for a few minutes, it became clear the voice at the other end was not going to “hand the phone over” (to a man). So, my sister asked, "Are you the owner?", to which the woman replied, "Yes!".
Needless to say, I think we were all a little surprised. The owner - Christine - explained she'd moved to Charleston from NYC to get into the bakery business and had bought the truck to "pick up men" – yes, that’s why she’d gotten it. At this juncture, my sister looked like she'd seen a ghost. There were several reasons for this "ook". One being, she’d been born in NY and two, her sister (that'd be me) currently lives there. Thirdly, she'd been trying to figure out how to transition out of a career in radio and was thinking of starting a baking business! I'm not kidding. When she asked Christine if owning the truck had indeed helped her meet any men, she said it hadn't, but that the truck had been rented quite a few times for photo shoots and commercials. Gears in our heads quickly began turning. And Christine was so happy that women were calling about the truck because she specifically wanted to sell the truck to a female. She told us to go into the offices and get the keys to go for a spin.
She’d also mentioned the mechanic who’d worked on the truck was close by and told us where to find his garage. After going in and speaking with a lovely woman who had some problem locating the keys, we went back outside to wait. After a few minutes, the keys arrived and the girl mentioned if we could wait, that the mechanic who’d worked on the vehicle would be coming by to pick both she and her Mum in a few minutes. Huh? Why?!? Because the mechanic was her father! When we heard this, it was like a bolt of lightening had struck. How was it possible the mechanic we’d just been told about and whom we were going to go visit would be coming to us? Things were just getting too weird, so, of course, we waited. It seemed kizmit was taking over at this juncture.
It had been a while since I’d driven a standard, though it’s been my main transmission for the majority of my driving years, so I wasn’t too worried. And, my sister had learned how to drive a standard shift on a tractor on someone’s farm, so between the two of us, we thought we’d be okay. Not long after, the mechanic arrived. If seemed the truck hadn’t been started in a while, so he had to jump-start her and we all piled in. He took us to a nearby car park and we drove around back to an empty area. My sister decided to go first and we all had a really good laugh. Next, it was my turn and after the mechanic properly explained the H-gear pattern, I did an so-so job with the ½ ton, no power steering, no power breaks slant V6 badass – though this isn’t to say it wasn’t nerve-racking as hell! Not only was she extremely difficult to maneuver, but somehow driving her made one’s hands completely black and at some point, we’d all touched our faces and had black marks all over ourselves and our clothing. We looked like Al Jolsen in his black-face – except, in reverse!
After returning to the law firm, we said we’d be back in a few days. We spent a day trying to figure out how we could make getting this truck happen and returned to take (what we’d already named) “Big Red” to a few mechanics shops and restoration experts the following day. Before getting out on crowded main roads, we decided to get some more practice driving the truck and so, after some quick cleaning of the windows and interior, we headed back to that nearby car park.
It’s a good thing my sister had learned to drive on a tractor, because on this particular 97degree afternoon, “Big Red” was akin to driving around in a 1/2 ton tractor. Driving Red was roughly the equivalent to taking part in a triathlon in 105 degree temperatures. Because she’s so hard to drive, on one occasion, I had to grab the giant wheel and help my sister make a turn! Yes, it took two of us and we’re both over 5”10, with plenty of muscle. Oh how I was beginning to appreciate power steering!
Jerking in-and-out-of all three gears, my sister finally stalled Big Red for a second time - sending us to a halting stop. Sweating and dirty, she screamed out in frustration, “Oh my God, I can't do this! We’re crazy! This is never going to work!”. Searching for the inspirational words an older sibling is supposed to have at the ready, I turned my head and spotted this white big rig parked just beside us and nearly fainted. For, it was a Cardinal line truck with no more than two cardinal emblems – one on the cab and one on the trailer - emblazoned upon it.
You see, our Grandfather, who had died when we were very small was a country boy (related to Swamp Fox - yeah!) and his favorite bird was the cardinal. We know anytime one crosses our paths, to pay close attention. Gasping, I directed her attention right toward the “cardinal spotting” and we both nearly lost it. Tears welled up in both our eyes. My sister then took a deep breath and said, “Did you see the pair of cardinals fly past us as we drove back here?”. I hadn't and said so, but quickly grabbed my camera to capture the rig carrying the cardinal message from our Gran.
While neither said so, in that moment, I think we both knew we'd buy the 1955 Dodge- even before we took her to get checked out. Can't go against the elders, right? We offered nearly half the original price and Christine accepted. So, if for any reason, you’re in need of a classic 1955 Dodge pick up truck in fire engine red, you know who to contact!
Photographer: A. Golden, eyewash design - Charleston, S.C., July, 2008
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
You can own the earth and still
All you own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
from "Colors Of The Wind", Pocahontas. Songwriters
Alan Menkin, Stephen Laurence Schwartz
Published by
Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company
Created for the Kreative People Contest "Catch the Wind"
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I wrote this in March last year, and rediscovered it today:
"I turn my head to look at you, and I notice how I perceive you differently. Your profile, your gaze when you feel unobserved, the way you remind yourself that you're here and you're tired and a little drunk, but you're here. And so am I, here with you, here with us, the way we turned out to be. And as I smile at you without you noticing, without anyone noticing, I realise how what I do, what I've become, isn't for anyone but me.
And quietly, I decide that this is my place to be, the right one for me, and to grow, in a way I thought I'd never turn out to be."
Summer is here, sunshine is here, clouds are gone, sky is clear.. let's take advantage of all that! ^^
You can check out more of my sky pictures on behance, along with more projects! If you're on it, I'd be happy to have you as a contact there as well! :)
And thank you for causing this to be explored, everyone! :)
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Took this in a very upscale boutique/store called *Free People* where my daughter loves to shop. Was a great opportunity to get her a gift certificate so she can purchase exactly what she wants!
It's also owned by Anthropologie, so, of course, is a favorite of mine!
Pose: Eternal Dream, Free Spirits 09
Location: Green Story
Windlight Settings: TOR, MIDDAY Baskaholic
Water Settings: Glassy
Photographed by Deoridhe Quandry
Post processing: Cropping
Privately owned Vectrons 193203 (front) and 193239 (rear) make the descent from Bad Gastein through Angertal on the 13/2/20 with a tanker train heading towards Schwarzach St-Veit and beyond.
No more sad shit, boss up lil bitch.
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Newest Release from Mobbed Up Exclusive!
{Mobbed Up} - Onyx Outfit
*Includes Crop Top and Skirt*
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