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Nikon D40 DSLR.
Las Vegas, NV.
After 60 years of operation (1955-2012), the White Cross Drugs store will be closing at the end of the month. The pharmacy portion closed earlier in the month, and the store portion, as mentioned will close at the end of the month. Tiffany's Cafe which is in the same building as White Cross plans to stay open.
A unique combination of a business card on one side and an acquaintance card on the other.
For another two-sided example, see Acquaintance Compliments with Confidence and Respect, which has a name—like a calling card—on one side and the text of an acquaintance card on the other.
For information regarding my book of detachable acquaintance cards, see my Flickr profile page. For more cards, see my Flickr album of Acquaintance Cards.
O. M. Dolley Livery
Both 'phones. Horses and carriages furnished for business or pleasure at reasonable rates. 21 Water Street, Auburn, N.Y. Typographical Union Label, Auburn.
Let's Get Acquainted
Capital, 10 millions in my dreams. Not married, 1906. Kind regards to friends and knockers. Out for a good time.
Photographed in the entry way of the Buckboard Restaurant
Lakeville Minnesota
December 10th 2016
One thing that I've noticed in my travels around small town America is that in the smaller towns and cities you find bulletin boards in the entry ways of restaurants and gas station These are where you see business cards and ads for help wanted or even postings for pets for sale
This is the first time I've ever seen a plea for an organ donation. I hope whomever needs a kidney gets one, Unfortunately I'm not this person's blood type. I am however on the organ donor list and I have been since I was 16 years old.
I've notified my family that if something happens to me I would like to donate my organs. I wont be needing them and I figure that if somebody can use them I would be more than happy to donate
Business rivalries.
On a utility pole at the intersection of Albert Walker Drive and Highway 3, Halifax, Nova Scotia.
WOW a sign of life from at last. I have have so out of touch from the flickr world lately and it was quite scary.
Combination of a lot of things: I have been sick for nearly 2.5 weeks and still coughing my lungs out but getting better, looking for more inspiration and quite honestly I haven't picked up the camera in about 3 weeks. My goodness.
I have been busy some digital scrapbooking and having loads of fun. My allowance is now going towards buying some digital scrapbookoing elements instead of actions.
Anyway I will be around but taking things slowly.
"The Radio Store. Tubes tested free. Refrigerators, ranges, washers. Phone 609. E. J. J. Gobrecht, 120 E. Chestnut Street, Hanover, Pa. Representative: Robert L. Amspacher, sales representative."
Unedited shot of a lady on the Leidsestraat in Amsterdam, reflected in a puddle. Taken with my Panasonic DMC-FZ8. No editing, no magic tricks, no Photoshop :)
I am not sure why there are still puddles in the best city in the world, it did not rain for weeks now and by all laws of nature, I should not be able to find any wet spots at all, but there it is, a bit milky, but usable...maybe some city cow had an accident and spilled some of her precious liquid, or somebody dropped his pack of Coke into a regular puddle or something...who cares, as long as it's wet, it's good :)
Have a wicked Friday!
P.s. I just got a call from a number I didn't recognize and it was this really oooold, polite and sweet sounding guy, saying he had one of my Pigeons (!!!)...I asked him to repeat that but he still said that he had one of my Pigeons and that it had my phonenumber with it. I asked him to read it out to me and it was indeed my number, that I've had for at least 10 years now...am I secretly leading another life as an evil Pigeon Overlord, so secret that even I don't know about it?! Wicked shizzle, this call made my day :D
P.p.s. I do not have and never had Pigeons, I think they are rats with wings :)
I've also made a wicked movie of this puddle reflection, view it on my YouTube page :)
在香港隨處可見的廣告竟然不是樓業出租，而是通渠佬大方派送自個兒的電話號碼，等待一次呼叫，帶齊傢伙趕去開工。
“血紅的污穢”堆積在看不見的暗裡，港人迫切需要挽回自己的光明。
#wanderlust #hongkong #drainage #cleaner #phonenumber #streetview #snapshot #散步途中 #香港 #通渠佬 #快把紅色的霸權給暢快地通掉唄
This is the Golden Gate Bridge. No, I did not take this photo. Now, what number should one call to get the counseling to keep them from making the plunge?
Those of us who left our hearts here back in the 60s have gone back to get them.
Would you like to be in a coffee shop discussing Plato and see somebody spill hot brew on their naked laps. The shrill of their screams would be deafening, huh? Huh? What?
Blend thì nhìn tàm tạm chứ text thì OUT!! =))))))))))))
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p.s : Dạo này có mấy con hâm dở hơi nào cứ tự tiện add yahoo mình , đã vậy còn nói tiếng anh nữa chứ =)) Tưởng con này không biết tiếng anh à =)) Tuôn ra một trào rep nó =)) Còn bày đặt kêu webcam chat không , exchange phonenumber nữa =)) Bọn lừa đảo =)) Tính gài tao hã =)) Đệt =)) *lol*
Lần sau có ai add nick yahoo mình pm cho 1 tiếng để mình biết nhé : ) ~
Không là mình del nick đấy : ) ~
Yahoo : zin_ins123
new orleans, lousiana
1973
street life
french quarter
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
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Groundhog Window Glass, Bell Phone 147-J, Summerville Phone 268, 310 E. Mahoning Street, Punxsutawney, Pa., Aug. 28, 1918. Sold to Mr. J. A. Boyer, Rural Valley, Pa.
L. G. Bastin & Sons, window glass distributors and glaziers. Circle cutting, glazing, plate glass, window glass, bent glass, and bevel glass. 3-16 glass for windshields, colored glass, chipped glass, mirror and picture frams.
When they're thinking especially hard about your case, they take their glasses off. I never want to see any of those "AVAILABLE" plastic-wraps covering those two up, alright?
When you need to keep burglars out of your office, you had maybe ought to think of Dusty Rose as a color for the grilles you put over your doors, like Asberom & Brown do.
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In Las Vegas, Nevada, on November 25, 2010, on the east side of Paradise Road, north of Sahara Avenue.
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Library of Congress classification ideas:
KF318 Law offices—United States—Pictorial works.
GT3911.A2 Signs and signboards—United States—Pictorial works.
TR680 Portrait photography.
GT2370 Eyeglasses—Pictorial works.
HD255 Commercial real estate—United States—Pictorial works.
TE280 Sidewalks—United States—Pictorial works.
TH9730 Buildings—Security measures—Pictorial works.
F849.L35 Las Vegas (Nev.)—Pictorial works.
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Art & Architecture Thesaurus term:
• grilles (barrier elements)
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THE INDISCRETION
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They gathered at the same time every day on the station platform though never realized until that chance meeting that sparked a conversation, nurtured a sensuous tingle up and down her spine, an opportunity once more to flirt and laugh, eyes that looked within her soul, not through her with the indifference of the one who once loved her so. Whoever would have thought that Waterloo East and the journey down to the law courts would become so appealing?
The years of neglect have taken their toll on her fragile ego and shattered confidence. A husband who tolerates rather than cherishes, a preference for the golf club over candlelit dinner for two, a place at the pub with his monikered pewter pint pot hanging over the bar, a seat assured and the adoration of those around him whilst she waits at home filling empty time now that the children have long since flown the coop.
If he was equally adept and accomplished at pushing 'her' buttons as opposed to those on his infernal Play Station console, he'd surely realize that his lonely wife now feels within in a loveless marriage playing out for the benefit of the family, a façade of sorts now second nature and hard to break.
Life has become a monotonous routine for her. The face in the mirror looks back and cries, laughter lines replaced by a frown, those sultry eyes now saddened without the sparkle that once graced them, and a longing to be loved and needed as she once was, to feel the skin of another close to hers and to be held in loving arms that have been absent for so many years. And yet that glimmer of hope has raised it's little head above the precipice of tedium during the train journey down from Brighton to London three times a week. Handsome looks, a gentle smile, the soft touch of skin as boundaries are slowly crossed and a regular seat is saved for the company of a stranger who pays her more attention in those few hours than her husband has these past few years. The sound of laughter now permeates her conversations, and there is a bounce in her step, a warmth to her smile, previously so lacking.
When the day comes she is nervous like a child once more, a knot in the very pit of her stomach, a chill to her goose pimpled flesh, is she making a mistake, a fool of herself perhaps, she knows it is wrong and yet it feels so deliciously right. Reaching into her handbag she retreives the item and hand shaking like a fool, she brings it into the dull carriage light. "Call me", says the note on the tiny slip of white paper, a heart underlined along with the telephone number she hopes he'll use as she pushes it gently across the aged wooden table and rises to her feet as the station platform glides into view.
The train grinds to a halt and she so desires to turn and smile, but remains steadfast, disembarking onto the platform as the doors open and the other occupants clamour to make good their exit, a plethora of locations to scamper away to. She walks slowly down the platform, letting the herd pass her by, heading towards the exit barriers where she will swipe her Oyster card and head to the Law courts, the train now gradually pulling past her. She pushes her hair over her ear with her right hand as the carriages pass by, hopeful, contemplative, nervous. Is he watching her as he heads onwards to his final destination? Has he placed the note into his wallet to use later on? Will he phone?
She knows he will
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Written on July 30th 2011
Photograph taken at 08:34am on July 30th 2011 at Starbucks coffee house in the Blue Water shopping Mall, Greenhithe, Kent, England.
Nikon 85mm 1/60s f/1.8 iso500
Nikkor AF 85mm f/1.8D. UV filter
Day 20 of Occupy Wall Street and Liberty Park prepares for the big union march at Foley Square. October 5, 2011
Good Magazine: The (Un)Official Occupy Wall Street Photographer's 15 Favorite Frames
The Occupy Wall Street Creative Commons Project
Day 1 September 17 Photos - Preoccupation and Occupation Begins
Day 2 September 18 Photos - People settle in; cardboard sign menage begins
Day 3 September 19 Photos - Community forms; protest signs
Day 7 September 23 Photos - First rain, protest signs, life
Day 8 September 24 Photos - Pepper spray day, Zuni Tikka, people
Day 21 October 6 Photos - Naomi Klein
Day 23 October 8 - Faces of OWS
Day 28 October 13 - Tom Morello of RATM
Day 31 - protesting Chihuahua and The Daily Show
Day 36 - Parents and Kids Day and quite a crowd
Day 40 - protesting hotties, Reverend Billy and tents
Day 43 Photos - Snow storm at OWS of the first NYC winter snowfall
Day 47 - Solidarity with Occupy Oakland
Day 52 November 7 - Jonathan Lethem, Lynn Nottage and Jennifer Egan
Day 53 November 8 - David Crosby and Graham Nash play OWS
Day 57 November 12 - Former NJ Gov. Jim McGreevey
Day 60 November 15 - Police evict protesters from Zuccotti
Occupy Colorado Springs Colorado on November 20
Do you want to see the Occupy Wall Street series laid out thematically? Click here
Don't you dare phone the # unless you're ready to get sucked into some stranger's tornado of personal woe. I heard a rumour that I might be lookin for a new place to live on account of the new depression but I said, "My shoes ain't gonna be touchin any part of that big porch til the mattress gets moved off it."
I said, "I don't care how nicely-appointed otherwise the exterior grounds are." And then I poured myself a glass of Vault and I sat right down and fanned myself with a newspaper — in my own apartment, which I ain't never gonna get kicked out of. I was dressed in a thin cotton duster and I told the movers not to look at me unless they wanted to glimpse my genitals. I was just about getting ready to call the police!
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In northeast Minneapolis on April 14th, 2009, at the northeast corner of University Avenue Northeast and 20th Avenue Northeast.
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Library of Congress classification ideas:
GT205 Dwellings—United States—Pictorial works.
NA7205 Architecture, Domestic—United States—Pictorial works.
NA7861 Apartment houses—United States—Pictorial works.
TE280 Sidewalks—United States—Pictorial works.
GT3911.A2 Signs and signboards—United States—Pictorial works.
TX307 Moving, Household—Pictorial works.
TS1850 Mattresses—Pictorial works.
F614.M543 Minneapolis (Minn.)—Pictorial works.
One of the Competitors at the Sioux Center Summer Celebration BBQ Challenge
Sioux Center Iowa
Saturday June 7th, 2025
Wheeling, W.Va.
An "Ice Pick" was used to break and/or chip large blocks of ice.
Before modern day refrigeration Wheeling, W.Va. residence kept their food cold in an Ice Box. The cold came from a large block of ice placed in a dedicated compartment of the Ice Box. Food was stored in another compartment.