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I've got rather a lot of postcards, this is of a pointillist painting by Theo van Rysselberghe (1862-1926) of his wife Maria and daughter Elizabeth done in 1899.
La rue sur la gauche est celle de l'Orangerie. Compte tenu de l'architecture de la station service et de la forme des pompes à essence, nous sommes probablement vers la fin des années 1950. Le garage sera dans les années 1960 une concession Simca puis à la disparition de la marque un agent Peugeot. Garage et station service resteront en activité jusqu'au début du 21è siècle. Depuis, il a disparu remplacé par un ensemble immobilier au pied duquel nous trouvons maintenant l'agence bancaire de la BNP. Le commerce en face a pendant longtemps été un café sous l'enseigne "A l'Arrêt de l'Autobus". Aujourd'hui c'est l'agence immobilière Laforêt) La maison au toit pentu que l'on voit un peu plus loin sur la gauche est alors le café restaurant hôtel "Au Bal Tango".
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hahaha a post it for the pinap group,
for a huge post it collage to be sold for charity!! wooop!!!
check em out!!!
Logan County. Photo by S Bahnsen, Sept. 2012.
Part of the Post Mark Collectors Club (PMCC) collection.
Mercer County. Photo by J Gallagher, May 1978.
Part of the Post Mark Collectors Club (PMCC) collection.
Armed with An A-41 Chain-Gun and a mace ball he is safe against any zombies.. except for maybe a Juggernaut zombie..
Tame Impala @ Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia, MD, on Friday, October 4, 2013.
Setlist:
Apocalypse Dreams
Solitude Is Bliss
Music to Walk Home By
Auto-Prog III
Why Won't They Talk to Me?
Why Won't You Make Up Your Mind?
Half Full Glass of Wine
Elephant
Be Above It
Feels Like We Only Go Backwards
Oscilly
Desire Be Desire Go
Mind Mischief
Nothing that Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control
I have his habit that whereever I travel, I will go to the post office write the postcard to friends.With all these internet and hi-tech stuff,I'm worried if one day post office wont exist anymore?
Here's one of Chernobyl's famous catfish - a massive specimen which is longer than I am. Some would have you believe these have mutated as a result of the radiation in the area, but the simple answer is that in a river where almost nobody fishes any more, these fish have never been happier or more free from predators. Wildlife since the disaster is doing splendidly on the whole!
Featuring Jem Armistead :)
Just a quick snap as we walked past the post office to go to Subway for some lunch.
Minolta XD7
MC W.Rokkor 28mm f/2.8
Kodak Ektar 100
... Aya with a very skinny post office in Tama New Town.
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It's time to close the McKenzie Pass Road for the winter. Before the gates closed all the way, we sent photographer Greg Westergaard to the pass to take a look at some of the reasons the highway is so popular among Oregonians.
Tuesday.
And its back to the gym, and up at the crack of sparrahs so to be done so Jools can go to her class at half seven.
The alarm goes off at quarter past three, so quiet I could hardly hear it.
But I was expecting it.
And out of bed, wash and get dressed, drink coffee and out of the house by ten to six, arriving at the sports centre as the lycra clad hordes were being allowed in.
A minute or two later I follow them in, and up the stairs where I find both bikes empty. But I only need one. So with Jools's headphones I carry on listening to the podcast and begin peddalling.
It's a warm morning outside, and inside I am soon sweating, and not enjoying myself.
Some days time flies by, and on others it drags. This was one of the dragging days.
But I do my time, so can leave. Walking back to the car it was all of ten to seven.
Proper Spring had arrived. Clear blue skies, light southerly winds and warm temperatures. This'll bring on the spring flowers, I thought.
Still none of my favourites in flower when I check them once home after putting out the bird seed.
Jools had made me a brew before she left, so I drank that and was soon ready for a shower.
Exciting stuff!
Once dressed, back downstairs for breakfast and to check on the world.
Its still in one heck of a mess, and with the Orange Shitgibbon in charge in the US, not likely to get better any time soon.
Jools comes back at half eleven.
Hungry, she says.
Shall we go out, I says?
Fish and chips?
Yes, fish and chips.
So into the car and out onto the Deal road, into Walmer and to Deal, where we nab the last parking space, walk up the narrow passageway to The Strand, along and into the chippy.
We take a table in the back room, order scampi for Jools and skate wing for me. And then wait, people watching out of the window onto the side street.
The food came, piping hot, straight out of the fryer, and then straight into my mouth.
Yummy.
Once we had eaten our fill, there was just time to take shots of the beach and pier before getting back to the car and driving to Jen's, as she is having Australian visa issues.
Once in Whitfield, we get the story, in that she is dealing with a third party who are trying to force her into applying for a visa straight away, so they can get their thirty pieces of silver no doubt.
So, instead I go to the Australian Government's website, get better info, and all is peaceful. The agency are put on the blocked calls list, and we all have a brew.
Back home through the school run, with idiots in their Chelsea Tractors parking on the narrow estate roads, blocking other traffic, parking on junctions and being dicks.
Two can play at that game. No, I will not drive on the pavement to allow the woman who did not wait to get by.
It all gets sorted and we're back home in St Maggies, where two hours early, the cats claim its dinner time.
I watch more Mannerism in the Sky catch up thing, and Scully settles down beside me to sleep, not that hungry after all.
As always, the day ends with football: one the radio and on the TV, Citeh and Chelsea do dreadfully, apt for two dreadful clubs, and so are out of Europe.
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18.04.2013
Saw this post with the rope wrapped around it and thought it looked good. I wondered if people looking at it would think I took it at the coast or on the river. It was actually in the pub garden and was used to rope off areas, but had broken.
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"Are you ready to go on and write now? Are your eyes recovered? Could you copy a small paper for me this morning? or help examine a few lines? or step round to the post-office? In a word, will you do any thing at all, to give a coloring to your refusal to depart the premises?"
He silently retired into his hermitage.