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Doing what he enjoyed the most, bird watching. RIP dear friend, you left your mark...
Taken at Brandon Marsh Nature Centre, Warwickshire, UK
Was sad to hear that one of my friends from my days living in PA has passed away. Red Bourdon was a lot of fun to hang out with. Red and I were able to spend the day with the PL&W crew when they made their first freight run to the old P&LE Gateway yard in Struthers, Ohio on May 28, 1993. We had many other adventures together that often also included Joe Jack.. Red is on the left and Reno Davis is on the right as we are below the old hump and offices at the remains of Gateway Yard. RIP Red.
You were a brother to me my boy cant believe ur gone . I got ur name on me to remember u and u will never be forgotten SEL.. ERIE RIP
"You don't make time like you used to
Got a new girl, new friends, brand new
I swear it's like I don't even know you
Yeah, I miss the old you
I kinda want to fight like we used to
To make it alright like we used to
Anything, 'cause I didn't want to lose you
But this time we've gone too far
We've gone too far
This new you, this new dude
Don't know him, don't want to
I wish that I still knew
The old him, the old you
R.I.P. to the old you
I miss the old you
It's like you're dead to me now
R.I.P. to the old you
I fucking miss you
I would have never let you down
like you did to me
Now you're dead to me
R.I.P."
by Olivia O'Brien
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Date of Death : Tuesday May 1st 2018.
Last night at 10:20PM The Worm passed away.
She was one of those dogs that only comes
along once in a lifetime.She was very special.
An Alien in a dogs costume that won the hearts
of everyone.
A good example of the tail wagging the dog.
The Worm was 10 years old and had many life
threatening adventures. She had been bitten
three different times by cobras and had gone
into battle with dozens more.
No# 1 and I did CPR seconds after she collapsed
but to no avail.She died in our loving arms.
She is buried right outside our door so we can
always talk with her.A small Buddhist ceremony
will happen this afternoon. Mr WeeNee and
Boney Boy are both grieving in their own way.
The Worm gave us 10 years of happiness & joy.
Thank You.
Jon&Crew ;)
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Leaf Ripper - I was seeking an interesting wing shape (I'm keen on these!, e.g. Star-Ship) canted relative to the fuselage. I had fun with the rear engine cowl tying the design together.
The color scheme was lifted from the old Constructicons; this prevented use of locking hinges, as they're unavailable in lime.
one of the all time best. my heart goes out to his friends and family. tragic news.
(reposting this one from the archives. want to add a respectful shout to the memory of KIDS DAC too)
RIP BATLE 663K
by: Fart Anus Apeshyt Jester & Palm
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Benched in Southern California
I shall post a number of RIPs for buildings that disappeared this year. This was a bad year for disappearing buildings on account of an extraordinarily heavy snowfall over a few days.
This was located on a working farm that was loaded with junk including this house, an old barn, vehicles and several complete ruins. A couple of weeks ago I noticed that this house and the barn were completely gone but most of the other junk remained.
This lovely brick building has been destroyed to make room for another luxury over-expensive building. I was fortunate to get that shot just one day before it was destroyed. RIP.
Spotted this shirt at the BATLE memorial art show this past weekend. A couple guys had them on. They weren't selling them, but made them to wear that day to pay respect to BATLE. Unknown to them, they used my photo. Made me smile to have it on there.
I was so sad yesterday to read the following tweet from Brooklyn Brewery:
"Gonna miss you, Monster. You were the hardest working cat in the Marketing Unit. instagr.am/p/NcZp1gN7iT/ "
Monster was very sweet when I met him. He looks a little cautious here but he let me pet him and really made the tour much more fun for me. Everyone was photographing the Brewery interiors while I was photographing the Brewery cat, Monster.
<3
There was also this blog entry on the Brooklyn Brewery site:
Bella was having trouble breathing so we took her to Emergency Room. She went into heart failure and with help from the vet she passed peacefully.
I'd never heard of Rip Curl before this photo. Now I'll never forget it.
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It has been a week now since I said my last goodbyes and I-love-yous to my sweet, adorable, dearly beloved little kitty cat, Belle (aka HRH Miss Belle, The Baked Potato, HoneyB, BunnyB, Bumby, Bumbles, Baby Girl, Cutie Pants, Sweetness, Sweetpea, Little B, Little Peep, Stinky, et cetera); she had a lot of silly nicknames…
I think I’ve just been grieving too much to share the news in a public forum or write a proper tribute for her. She was my steadfast little companion for 15 years – from January 2001, when I first brought her home from the Milo Foundation right after the holidays, to January 20, 2016.
I don’t think it’s possible to love an animal more than I loved that diminutive little five-pound cat, that “absolutely precious cottonball” as my friend Mark recently called her; she was kind of like a Japanese anime character – and in fact she was part Japanese Bobtail... I miss her so much. I miss her every time I return home and she’s not right there behind the front door waiting to greet me as she always was, with her inquisitive gray nose and quivering little bobtail. (If she wasn’t right at the door, it was possible cause for alarm – like the handful of times she had sneaked into a closet and been accidentally closed up in there for an entire day.) I miss her when I get up in the morning and there’s no little being making demands on me – or just making conversation (she was a rather chatty cat, with all kinds of vocalizations that changed or evolved over the years). I miss her when I go to sleep at night and she doesn’t amble up her little ‘old lady’ stairs to knead around and plop down on top of or right next to me.
She was such a funny little cat. A veritable “Penelope persnickety” – everything always on her own terms – and high maintenance as all get-out, but also gentle and sweet and totally devoted. Have I mentioned how cute she was…? With her slightly crossed, bright blue eyes flic.kr/p/ndp8Hp and her crooked little bunny tail and her small kitten-like stature and her ridiculously soft fur. And oh my word, could she purr – like an outboard motor when she really got going.
As much as I adored her – for me it was love at first sight – she took quite a bit longer to decide if I was worthy of her… Sometimes I wonder what happened to her in the first nine [or so] months of her life before I adopted her; I suspect it wasn’t very good, as it took her a long time to fully trust me, and quite a few more years after that to trust other humans who weren’t me. (Although she wasn't one to hiss or scratch or bite -- almost never! That was not at all her style.) To my surprise she became almost gregarious in her old age, even though she was sick* for the last three or four years of her precious little life (*hyperthyroidism, liver disease, kidney disease/failure). And either in spite of, or because of her stubborn, willful ways she was a great teacher to me over the years – about patience and love and acceptance. I had so much love for her; she expanded my heart. And now my big heart feels broken in two.
This first month of 2016 has been the cruelest month; truly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve cried and grieved so much and for so long: first there was the death of David Bowie on January 10th (the most beautiful, extraordinary man to have fallen to earth); then another beloved cat friend, Mark’s & Kim’s Tony, on January 16th (Tony was the epitome of a "cool cat" flic.kr/p/5CWfUP); and then my darling Belle just four days after that on January 20th. I heard Mayor Bill de Blasio declared January 20th “David Bowie Day” in NYC. I’d like to think David and Tony and Belle are all frolicking together somewhere, swimming like dolphins, forever and ever…
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