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I have been on a bit of a slip buying binge these are some of the blues and blacks I have the pinks and yellows to come LOL
Silver, slips beneath our radar, numbing us to the beauty that is yet to come, gold and orange hues that create desire and passion, the evening sky, holds us in peace and rapture, as we contemplate our origins and our endings. peace all
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I ♥ Flickr
I ♥ friends
I ♥ twinkle lights
I ♥ pink
I ♥ vintage slips
I ♥ having monday off
I ♥ you, mean it!
...and I ♥ all of you who saw and commented on the outtake that i did not realize was open to public views...you are quick!!!!!! :)
At the top of The Slips, this crocus carpet always looks good, but I think this is the best year ever.
I have been on a bit of a slip buying binge these are some of the blues and blacks I have the pinks and yellows to come LOL
Crewe-built 24063 slips through Chester station on the sunny evening of 14 July 1977. By this time, the class had become something of a rarity, with only a dozen of the 151 still in traffic. Their subsequent decline was quite protracted, with the very last, 24081, surviving until January 1980, long enough to be preserved.
24063 lasted until 4 April 1979, the penultimate withdrawal. It's end was a bit premature as collision damage at Shotwick whilst working an iron-ore train from Bidston Dock sealed it's fate. Scrapped at Doncaster, it did donate it's power unit to departmental 24061, itself later preserved.
Pentax SP1000/50mm
Ilford FP4
nadine was photographing for our fashion class with her sx-70 while i began to photograph for my portrait class. i couldn't help but make one image as soft and warm as nadine and her polaroids.
66849 slips around the back of Sheffield working the Woodburn Jn to Earles RHTT via Chesterfield. Guess it's sent around the back so no-one sees the appalling state of the locos
Bowling harbour on the River Clyde in Scotland is a graveyard for old ships with many slowly rotting into the mud or rusting away, their frames sticking into the sky like the ribs of so many skeletons.
Boats berthed in slips at Fishermen's Village Marina are shrouded by fog during the Chistmas Holiday.
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East Midlands Trains HST Class 43 power car 43049 'Neville Hill' leads this Sheffield to London St Pancras InterCity service recorded passing Harrowden Junction where extensive engineering work was being undertaken.
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Late afternoon slips toward evening in a narrow San Francisco service alley, where the city lowers its voice and lets the architecture do the talking. Pale sky presses down from above, while two tall building walls lean inward, guiding the eye toward a locked roll-up door at the far end. The light is spare and directional, cool blue-gray in the shadows, faintly warmer where wall-mounted lamps punctuate the descent like hesitant punctuation marks.
Brick and painted masonry face each other across the asphalt, their textures softened by distance and repetition. Fire escapes stack upward in a precise, mechanical rhythm—stairs, landings, rails—forming a vertical notation that feels both orderly and improvised, a familiar San Francisco compromise between regulation and necessity. Windows appear and disappear into shadow, revealing nothing, which is exactly the point. This is infrastructure without performance, a working corridor meant to be passed through, not lingered in.
The geometry is unforgiving and exact, but the mood is reflective. Everything here is slightly compressed: space, light, sound. The alley reads as a pause between acts, the quiet moment after offices empty and before the night fully claims the city. There’s no spectacle, no postcard flourish—just proportion, repetition, and restraint.
In a city known for grand vistas and dramatic hills, scenes like this carry their own kind of truth. They reveal San Francisco not as scenery, but as process: layered, vertical, and quietly persistent, holding its breath between streets.
Just lost my nerve and changed my boots before going out. The slip is a silk La Senza in red and black.
Time slips away
And the light begins to fade
And everything is quiet now
Feeling is gone
And the picture disappears
And everything is cold now
The dream had to end
The wish never came true
And the girl
Starts to sing
Seventeen seconds
A measure of life
The Cure - "Seventeen Seconds"
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Hutton, Essex
Olympus e410
Zuiko OM 24mm 1:2.8 @ f5.6
ISO100
4/3 OM adapter
Kids, It's Here! The New Mystery Atomic-Jet Flying Saucer.
Watch it sail way up in the air--you can make it fly higher than a tall building. It will do five airplane stunts, too. Get several of them--and have flying saucer contests! Even dads go crazy over it. Be the first in your neighborhood and amaze your friends. Atomic-Jet Flying Saucers and extra flying wheels on sale at ________.
Originally posted on Ipernity: The New Mystery Atomic-Jet Flying Saucer.