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Woman On Phone In Busy Modern Office

we stopped by trying to find my boyfriend, but his usual friday night pub was closed for refurbishment! it required a phonecall to find him. so we paused for pics :)

“....So many things could happen at this point...and it depends on whether I can be incentivized to do the five year deal....”

Damsel to the rescue, after a Whirlwind caught up to us while landing, altering the Cessna 172B a little.

 

Notice bent propeller and damaged wing tip

 

For my video; youtu.be/ozN2aW2Boew

look - even my sister came out to do phonecalling!

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boston, massachusetts

january 1971

 

unidentified young woman on the phone

dewolf home, beacon hill

 

part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf

 

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Hi-yah!

11.Aug.09

 

Vicky :: Hi-yah!

Me, turning round and suddenly seeing a burger on the disposable BBQ :: Did you just Hi-yah that burger on to there?

 

Cartoon stories of Marvin the Meteor. 'Hi Guys!'

My entry for the DPS Assignment: Contrast

 

how insanely nice does a band have to be to play a benefit and then donate merch sales to the cause as well!?

Many thanks to Mary Kay for the phonecall letting me know that there were four Snow Geese very close to the road by Sportscore II. Here a "blue phase" Snow Goose, though doesn't really look blue in the late afternoon lighting.

 

Snow_Goose_DSC_5956

snap a picture when someone's on the phone and engrossed with their conversation. the expression is priceless!

USMC Vietnam vet and respected Bostonian Tom Lyons in his 1 Beacon St. office.

... more visitors, more phonecalls

A close-up of a call center headset for customer support.

... more visitors, more phonecalls, and the grand finale ... the family party today

Music Waste 2011 Fundraiser @ the Anza Club with Wizerdz, Mode Moderne, Phonecalls, Keep Tidy + Comedy + DJ Tristan Orchard (Hunk the Drunk)

 

Music Waste - just over a month away!

it's amazing how one phone call or a simple txt can help you to discover or in my case rediscover how imperfect you really are.

 

Especially when it comes to the ones you like (i just lose my mind when i think of her)

but for know i've given up on all

prospekts (even if most were imagined)

and i'm not coming back out till i see these habits dead and gone.

 

I may never have her but at lest now i understand more then i could of imagined about love life and myself.

 

(hope you like the yellowing newspaper comic strip effect i tried to create)

 

i would recommend you

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I'm sitting in the travel bus, travelling from France to Switzerland... and 911 attack is taking place right then. Being in foreign countries, not knowing where I'm travelling too, I feel extremely lonely when I receive brother's phonecall from Hong Kong.

I prefer to stand and pace when making calls but some people prefer to sit down.. or in this case squat.

IAIS engineer at the controls south of Fairfax, Iowa

Having previously visited a few either very restored or rebuilt churches on my way over here it was refreshing to arrive at Church Broughton and find a complete medieval church, and a rather attractive one too, with its neat little stunted spire poking up above the parapet of its sturdy west tower. The church is a long, low building that was basking rather handsomely in the sun by this time (a contrast to the dull weather I'd had earlier that day) and the churchyard was looking particularly attractive, a chap was mowing part of it some distance off so we exchanged cheerful waves as I approached the door.

 

St Michael's is a mostly 14th century building but with much evidence of earlier work, particularly inside where some Norman work remains. The interior is light and spacious, stripped back to the bare stone but this at least is pleasantly and lightly hued. One Norman pillar with a distinctive scalloped capital remains at the end of the north arcade and the curious font with its simple carved pattern is also of this period. The fittings are mostly more recent in date and most of the glazing is clear which allows more light to flood in; the only exceptions are the eats windows of the chancel and south aisle, both fairly late works by Hardmans respectively.

 

This was a very pleasant church to explore and good to find it open and welcoming. Before I left the chap who was mowing outside came in and we had a long chat about the glass as he said they may need to spend some money on it. I did a quick assessment of the windows' stability and advised that there was no urgent need for such expenditure as their stained glass should be sound for some time yet, which is what I'd expect of early 20th century Hardman glass. He asked if I could send some of my photos so we exchanged details accordingly.

 

About a week later I got a rather terse phonecall demanding to know why I hadn't emailed these photos. The intervening days had been rather traumatic for me, first losing much of the text for the book I was writing and then learning of my father's death which hit me very hard and left me unable to think of much else. I explained this and little else was said, thus I dutifully sent the photos with a covering email but never got an acknowledgement back. A pity as that's what sticks in my mind now when I think of Church Broughton nearly six years later. I hope the photos were of use, but at least if they didn't get them they'll be here for all to see now.

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Michael_and_All_Angels%27_Church...

DIARY OF A PROTEST:

 

The day is young. I have only been picketing for two minutes so I am still idealistic and I feel really proud of myself. This is WAY better than making obscene phonecalls to people I hate and then hanging up.

 

A few cars slow down and somebody honks, but otherwise people seem to be going out of their way to NOT acknowledge my protest. Such apathy! What's going on?

Having previously visited a few either very restored or rebuilt churches on my way over here it was refreshing to arrive at Church Broughton and find a complete medieval church, and a rather attractive one too, with its neat little stunted spire poking up above the parapet of its sturdy west tower. The church is a long, low building that was basking rather handsomely in the sun by this time (a contrast to the dull weather I'd had earlier that day) and the churchyard was looking particularly attractive, a chap was mowing part of it some distance off so we exchanged cheerful waves as I approached the door.

 

St Michael's is a mostly 14th century building but with much evidence of earlier work, particularly inside where some Norman work remains. The interior is light and spacious, stripped back to the bare stone but this at least is pleasantly and lightly hued. One Norman pillar with a distinctive scalloped capital remains at the end of the north arcade and the curious font with its simple carved pattern is also of this period. The fittings are mostly more recent in date and most of the glazing is clear which allows more light to flood in; the only exceptions are the eats windows of the chancel and south aisle, both fairly late works by Hardmans respectively.

 

This was a very pleasant church to explore and good to find it open and welcoming. Before I left the chap who was mowing outside came in and we had a long chat about the glass as he said they may need to spend some money on it. I did a quick assessment of the windows' stability and advised that there was no urgent need for such expenditure as their stained glass should be sound for some time yet, which is what I'd expect of early 20th century Hardman glass. He asked if I could send some of my photos so we exchanged details accordingly.

 

About a week later I got a rather terse phonecall demanding to know why I hadn't emailed these photos. The intervening days had been rather traumatic for me, first losing much of the text for the book I was writing and then learning of my father's death which hit me very hard and left me unable to think of much else. I explained this and little else was said, thus I dutifully sent the photos with a covering email but never got an acknowledgement back. A pity as that's what sticks in my mind now when I think of Church Broughton nearly six years later. I hope the photos were of use, but at least if they didn't get them they'll be here for all to see now.

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Michael_and_All_Angels%27_Church...

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