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Taken in Bodie, California.
A much less commonly viewed side of the Metzger house.
Filed as: 20060819_062501_8575
Back in 2017 the zoo parking lot was under construction and free rides were given in one of the zoo trains from the standby lot across the street to the front of the zoo.
I've not edited this at all, as I like the natural crop from my rear view mirror
Exposure: 0.013 sec (1/80)
Aperture: f/2.0
Focal Length: 50 mm
ISO Speed: 400
Local Accession Number: 153
Description: Rear view of Prospect House at Princeton.
Photographer: Unknown
Source: Unknown
Size: 8x10
Medium: Print, Black and White
Date: Unknown
Brake band and linkage has been fitted for testing "next fine day". Band lining won't be applied until the results are in. Elbow has tab projection for mounting a microswitch to cut power once brake is applied. Temporary cardboard for lining the band during testing.
Brakes are applied and set in these views, there is sufficient over centre weight in the linkage that may not require the 2 release pullback springs to be fitted.
This is the view from inside of a van by the side of the road near Bint Jbaayl in Southern Lebanon. The van had fallen under heavy shelling in Israel and Hezbollah's "July War" of 2006. In the background is one of Hezbollah's Martyrs. These memorials run endlessly along the highways in Lebanon's suffering South.
Paige has always had a fondness for riding in the cars, but lately she's insisted on "driving" almost every time we park. Sometimes moreso than others, and other times not so insistent, but we have time to indulge her. This was one of those indulge times.
Marna is recovering from a cold, and needed some "down time" for a nap, so dad took a couple hours off work to hang with Paige. She was already in the car when I came on my "shift" so I just let her keep playing. She stayed in there almost an entire hour. She pushed and moved buttons, explored nooks and crannies, and generally made her way around the interior.
After a while she got bored or tired, which one I'm not sure, but we landed back inside watching Signing Time. And for reference, it was a cool day and the car was in the garage, with the parking brake on and all the windows open. No car keys were involved in the making of this picture.
driving down the taconic parkway this morning, on a part of the highway that's three lanes of fast-moving traffic, i saw something that didn't break my heart, but tore it wide open.
a mother goose stepped out into the right lane, followed by 6 or 7 goslings. right into traffic. into certain death.
i saw this in a flash, and i passed them before i saw anything happen; in my rearview mirror, as i shouted "can'tlookcan'tlookcan'tlook," i saw a car swerve.
and then i lost it. i started to cry. and not a sentimental tear in the eye, but full-on crying, water streaming down my face. the raw emotion of it was startling to me, scary even. and this was two and a half hours ago, mind you, and i pretty much haven't stopped crying since. birds are a totem animal to me, i see myself in them, or rather the spirit of who i strive to be. and suddenly, in this raw state, i felt everything, in a raw, visceral way. i cried for the pizza-place owner who died suddenly the other day out where my uncle is staying; i cried for the people dying in the middle east; i cried for egg theorem, who had his own scary moment recently; i cried for a friend of mine who just found out that a friend of hers died young; i cried for the loss of love within the living in my own family.
i had no filter. i cried for everything.
but mostly i cried for those baby birds. who never had a chance. yes, this kind of thing happens all the time. and yes, by their death, a turkey vulture (my favorite bird) may live. but i started to think about what the hell i was doing there in my car, on that asphalt road, barrelling along. aren't we supposed to be the custodians of this planet? what the fuck are we doing?
i never thought i would say this -- there's nothing i love more than a good cheeseburger -- but i honestly do not know if i can eat meat again. the intensity of my reaction to what happened is too strong to ignore, and it has to mean more than the single "shit happens" event of the moment. i just don't think i can conveniently set aside my passion for animals the next time i sit down to dinner.
i don't know. i'm weak. i'm lazy.
all i know is, i can't seem to stop crying.
A look back at the iconic Golf GTI MK III.
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The warning says that the objects in the rear view seems closer than it is. I'm certainly not complaining.
Came across this just after a "Bison Parade" and saw the word "EAGLE" and of course stopped, along with a long line of other folks, before some woman came barreling through and screaming at us for not being able to read - sounded like she had a megaphone. I'm happy to say that this was taken in my rearview mirror, outside of the mgmt. area so there is no photographic evidence of wrongdoing. Probably wouldn't have even noticed if the word "Eagle" hadn't been blinking in bright lights! LOL