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can you repeat the question?

YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW

YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW

YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME NOW AND YOU'RE NOT SO BIG

Every bus can tell a few stories, of passengers, of journies, of life itself, but the storyteller bus tour went a little further with nightly tours ( that was folklore too ), seen above is converted Leyland Olympina 99D532 ( RV 532 ) of Dublin Bus Conyngham Road Garage.

"About Traditional Irish Storytelling

Ireland's Only Traditional Storytelling Bus! Listen to stories of a time gone by when Pookas, fairies and giants roamed this land. Hear tales of how the Vikings were outsmarted by three Leprechauns, of epic battles and dangerous quests, of magic spells and true love! Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We dare n't go a-hunting, For fear of Little Men! "

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Hoary Rosemary Mint, Soaptree Yucca flower and sunset over White Gypsum Dune..

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White Sand National Monument

I am a light in the darkness I am burning bright for you

I am the hope, and the chance for you to be yourself again

I know you. You dont know me, anymore.

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I see the mistakes, i see what i could do better in this photo, but still this is my favourite one ever. maybe you won't like it even half as much as i do but .. yeah. this kind of things tend to happen to me :)) i put a lot of effort and still can't believe it turned out the way it is. i expected something a lot worse.. when i started editing i even had this thought not to upload it at all.. and then *bam* photoshop magic! & i'm in love :D #storyofmylife

no critique will be accepted. if you don't like something keep it to yourself. :D thank you! :))

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Here I am sitting in the Goodwill parking lot.

I have never actually been in the Goodwill to look for clothes, but I didn't want to pay an outrageous amount for a black skirt. I still couldn't decide if I liked any of them and didn't end up getting anything.

My day was o.k. Jessica and I went went shopping for my CHA stuff and that was good to visit with her, but I continued looking and shopping 3 hours after I left her. All in all, went to the mall, Joseph Beth, Target, Lowes, Starbucks, Shoe Carnival, Marshalls, and Goodwill. I became worn out.

I had crappy disappointing coffee at Starbucks and loneliness started rearing it's ugly head. I think this picture kinda displays that. I kinda get tired of always being alone (not in a relationship).

Someone made a statement to my friend about me this weekend, saying, "She's fun and unique, why doesn't she have a boyfriend?" This is the story of my life.

Also, my complexion really sucks. I'm going to have to break down and go to the dermatologist.

Denali, finally coming out from hiding in the clouds all day. I was walking alone on a trail and came upon this view.

I know it sounds crazy, but I was looking through data cards from the trip last night and found this series. I had totally forgotten about it! It felt like a little gift just waiting for me.

I got turned around where several trails formed a hub and took the wrong one. I was able to keep my wits about me and stop and take a few photos when the clouds lifted a bit around Denali. Then I ran into a mountain man who pointed me in the right direction. I sprinted down the trail (the opposite way) and finally met up with my friends. :D #storyofmylife

4-shot panorama

Nikon d810

Zeiss 100mm

Sooo, Fiona is finally realizing that most people don't normally walk on crutches all the time. She informed me that I parked in a handicapped parking space when we went to the doctor's office. I had to explain to her that I am handicapped and that I have a handicapped parking permit in my window. I showed her that it matches the signs. I guess that's when the realization really set in. She liked pushing the button for the doors to open, which I don't normally use unless they are really heavy, but she liked it. We'll see if she remembers the next time I have to park.

The famous wall at Houston & Bowery recently received a new mural "Story Of My Life" by artist Logan Hicks. As you can see it has been defaced.

i personally think its good to be the wrong fit , who wants to be average 😊

Güneşli ve rüzgarlı bir günün batımı.

Bir çocuklukla gün batımı izlemeye mahallenin arkasındaki tepeye yapılan piknik alanına çıkmıştık. Çekirdek almıştık ama su almamıştık niyeyse. Ya da ben öyle hatırlıyorum zaten bu da önemsiz detaylardan biri. Hava sıcaktı ve 4 kardeş bir arada olabildiğimiz nadir anlardan biriydi. Sonra komşunun oğlu da bize katılmıştı. Aslında annem de oralardaydı ama o sıralar çevreye bakınmakla meşgul olduğundan gelip kareye girmemişti. Güzeldi. Güneş, rüzgar ve bizimkilerin sesleri.

Bunca detay vermeye gerek var mıydı?

Aklıma geldi işte söyledim. Bazı şeylere sebep aramak lazım ya da sebeplere isim koymamak.

Sonra hepimiz ayrı şehirlere dağıldık. Eve sessizlik çöktü.

Sonuç olarak, "gün batımı, 3 evlat + komşunun oğlu" adlı çalışmam olmuştu bu da. .

Fri 01.08.16 - The busker was playing and singing a very good Social Distortion's 'Story of My Life'. The sky was lovely and reflecting on his guitar. A lovely moment at the Seal Beach pier.

Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change

Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage

I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill

Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still

And I'll be gone, gone tonight

The fire beneath my feet is burning bright

The way that I been holding on so tight

With nothing in between

The story of this particular wall art is pretty interesting. The story of this wall that began in the 1970's with Keith Haring has much to do with graffiti graduating from vandalism to art.

- i've come to realize it'll never be the same, ever.

This is the last upload for today. I'm posting too many pictures a day; and it's getting annoying, i know. This picture has so much meaning, it basically symoblizes what's going on in my life right now. I'm so sick and tired of waiting for something that is never going to happen. I'm tired of waiting around for a miracle, you make me think that miracles aren't even real. Thanks. So from now on i'll just wait until you realize that what's done is done. If you want to start over, great. If you don't, see ya.

Love always,

Chantel Tilly Baggley

PS - I gotta' stop with all the vintage/soft photos. I'm so addicted.

The story of this particular wall art is pretty interesting. The story of this wall that began in the 1970's with Keith Haring has much to do with graffiti graduating from vandalism to art.

The mural is called “Story of My Life” and what the legendary street artist Logan Hicks said about his turn at this famous New York City wall was “Doing a mural on the Houston Bowery Wall is a celebration of my ten year mark in New York.”

The mural captures a street scene in SoHo (Greene Street) from May 22 of this year. Hicks’ friends were invited to partake in a group photo shoot on that day and the photograph then became a series of giant blue-hued stencils. Gothamist explains it further and names names;

“The sprawling, intricate piece is called "Story of My Life," and it depicts what the corner of Spring and Greene Streets would look like if everyone important to Hicks happened to be walking down the same NYC street at the same time. Last spring Hicks had dozens of his friends and fellow artists stroll up and down the SoHo block again and again as he took about a thousand photos, which helped him create a composite sketch.

The faces include Martha Cooper, Chris Stain, Sara and Marc Schiller of the Wooster Collective, Eric Hayes, Rosie Perez, Elbow Toe, Joe Iurato, London Police, and Lori Zimmer, who curated the mural for landlord Goldman Properties. Hicks also put loved ones and close friends in the piece, including his mother and his nine-year-old son, who's depicted three times. There are also random passersby in the scene, people who happened to be in Hick's photos and stood out somehow to the artist.”

If I was a few pounds lighter, well okay a lot of pounds lighter, I’d be a dead ringer for a photographer in the scene. Can you see yourself in this wall?

~Story people

Logan Hicks' Houston Bowery wall was not without problems. There was a first attempt that was too heavy for the wall and the wall had to be rebuilt for a second attempt. As Trish Mayo showed in This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things one knucklehead tried to ruin it for everyone but a coat of clear lacquer foiled that attempt.

This great wall will be up for another two months or so and, if you live in the New York area, the view is worth the trip. You can find yourself here.

did this thurs night but never had a chance to take a pic.

sara's may story of my life kit.

winter 10.

Sutro Baths Panorama

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Here is a translated story:

The days were golden, drenched in summer’s warmth. Mornings carried a quiet promise, and before the world stirred, I would slip away—far from the city’s murmur, closer to nature’s embrace. A brief stop at the office to gather my camera and lenses, and then—fifteen minutes on the road, a heartbeat between worlds.

Here, the morning still held its breath. A gentle breeze wove through the trees, prolonging the fragile coolness before the sun claimed its throne. Birds wove their melodies into the hush, not merely filling the silence but completing it—an overture of joy, harmony, and peace.

In those days, the ritual of brewing fresh coffee was a quiet homage to the birth of a new day. So sacred was this moment that I kept a special coffee set in my car, always ready for these stolen mornings. That day, beneath the open sky, I brewed my coffee—not in an office, but in nature’s cathedral. And yet, curiously, when alone, the coffee rarely reached perfection… But when shared, when made for another, it unfailingly tasted just right—as if warmth of spirit were the missing ingredient all along.

Awake now, both in body and in soul, I stepped into my silent meditation—my camera in hand, my heart open to the world. Nature, in all her quiet wisdom, painted masterpieces at my feet. I longed for grander landscapes, yet I taught myself to see the extraordinary in the ordinary, to find poetry in the simplest of things, to uncover meaning where none seemed to dwell.

The earth lay cracked beneath summer’s relentless touch. Nearby, golden wheat swayed—born from last year’s harvest, rising where none had sown. Clover, once shorn to the ground, had bloomed anew, defiant and free. Bees, butterflies, dragonflies, and silent-winged moths danced between wildflowers, turning the stillness into a symphony of life.

An hour, perhaps two, slipped through my fingers like water, vanishing before I could capture all that I wished to hold. It was time to return. Time to rejoin the world I had left behind.

And yet, looking back, I see it now—how those stolen moments, those quiet wanderings, were not mere escapes but a return. A return to myself, to a path I had not yet recognized. A foundation laid, unknowingly, for the passions that would one day shape my life. And as the years turned, I would find these places again, cherish the images captured in fleeting light, and share fragments of their beauty with others—perhaps even inspiring them to seek their own path, in their own time, in their own way.

The original story in Russian:

то были хорошие, жаркие летние дни. В те дни по утрам перед началом рабочего дня я отправлялся подальше от людей и поближе к природе. Перед поездкой я успеваю заехать в офис и взять с собой камеру и объективы.

Пятнадцать минут пути и ты уже очутился в другом мире.

Легкий утренний ветерок и полутень деревьев немного продлевают утреннюю свежесть, за которой мастерски охотится летнее тепло. Птицы своим пением все-ещё наполняют, скорее даже дополняют утреннюю атмосферу радостью, гармонией и умиротворением.

В те времена заваривание свежего кофе было неотъемлемой частью утреннего ритуала в честь нового рабочего дня. Ради этой утренней рутины я даже обзавелся отдельным кофейным набором, который практически всё время ездит в автомобиле. Этим утром только на природе вместо офиса я заварил немного кофе. Странное дело, что наедине кофе довольно редко получалось исключительным... А вот когда завариваешь вместе с кем-то или для кого-то - то непременно напиток окажется по душе всем… Совпадение ли, что в одиночестве кофе воспринимается непримечательным? Может дело состоит в самой сути человечества и его глубинной потребности в других людях?…

Немного взбодрившись и немного насладившись утренним умиротворением и свежим воздухом я отправляюсь на свою очередную фото-медитацию. Природа по-прежнему радует своим разнообразием красок и сюжетов. Хотелось бы оказаться в более живописном месте, но искренне радуюсь тому, что имею и учусь замечать прекрасное в самых казалось бы непримечательных вещах, находить сюжеты и смыслы там, где это раньше казалось бы невозможным…

Вот земля потрескалась от летнего зноя. А тут золотятся созревшие колоски пшеницы, которая самостоятельно взошла на месте прошлогоднего урожая. У здесь клевер зацвел после того, как несколько недель назад он был скошен. Пчёлы, мушки, мотыльки, шмели и другие насекомые дополняют сюжеты с цветущими ромашками и другими радующими глаз обитателями этого в основном безмолвного мира.

Час-другой - и вот уже пора уходить… Я же только вошел во вкус…. Я же так мало успел запечатлеть… Но всё-же выкрою ещё несколько кадров и… Пора собираться в путь… Нужно возвращаться к работе…

Интересно то, что в те времена я много фотографировал без осознания того, что возвращаюсь на свой пусть, закладываю фундамент своих истинных интересов и влечений. И что спустя время я буду заново открывать те места, радоваться полученным изображениям и делиться маленькими сюжетами из современно непримечательного уголка этого огромного мира с другими людьми. И даже вдохновлять кого-то на его собственном и неповторимом пути...

Logan Hicks' new mural at the Bowery seen thru the window of a M21 bus. I wish I had a wider lens with me today!

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yes. i did take this while the bike was moving. yes, i am still alive

Even though you haven't had internet for a day! A day without flickr is like a day without sunshine! Hope everyone is having a wonderful week end!

—Story People

The story of this particular wall art is pretty interesting. The story of this wall that began in the 1970's with Keith Haring has much to do with graffiti graduating from vandalism to art.

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from the series 40 Something, With Cats

I asked for forces - and I encountered difficulties, but they strengthened me.

I asked for wisdom - and I was handed problems to resolve; yet through them I acquired wisdom.

I asked for courage - and obstacles were placed on my way... so that I could overcome them.

I asked for love - and was given worried human beings, anxious and downcast by problems; for me to assist them.

(unknown author)

This, in short words, is the Story of my Life!

With heartfelt thanks to the 'provider' of these wonderful words André S and all those helping me to Go through life without fear.

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