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it all slips by so fast but i don’t know if i should be trying to take photos or not. i forgot to take photos of ten million beautiful moments recently. a lot of really cool graffiti that i forgot to take pictures of too. when i die one day i hope that i get to see a lot of the stuff that i saw when i was alive again. but i don’t know if pictures can really capture what’s so beautiful about real life. so, what’s the point anyway? a lot of my favorite photos to see are just personal documents. i guess pain is not usually the intention of a photo but sometimes it’s like that’s all i got. the can be so painful it’s almost like they’re dangerous or sharp and you get scared of them and maybe even avoid looking at them. maybe you want them to go away forever so they cant hurt you. but then you realize it’s ok because you can look at the past and cherish or laugh or cry but never hold on too hard or judge unfairly or run away. i think im gonna start taking pictures again. i got a roll of film to develop (but i lost three precious undeveloped rolls and two cameras. so maybe that’s why i’ve been so discouraged about the whole idea of this shit) and i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t a little scared to see what’s on there. i won’t make all those private photos public but some of them might have graffiti on them and they might make you or me laugh. a photo of graffiti has yet to make me cry but i could see that happening soon. ok sorry now i’m don’t with this egotistical rant, i’m sorry if you’re reading this and ur like damn i just wasted my precious time reading this nonsense on flickr. but you should be questioning why you’re even looking at my shit really or anything so good on ya. but anywho, i need to go to bed so i can go to my new job making sandwiches tomorrow, and it’s gonna be -9 Fahrenheit. ima try to take a selfie in the kitchen tomorrow. my last photo uploaded on flickr will be a screenshot of a pdf of an essay on my real feelings about all of you , human history, and my predictions for all of our lives.
An unidentified Class 47 slips across the King Edward Bridge over the River Tyne working the 11:25 Newcastle to Liverpool service on 12th July 1984. In the foreground the spans of the old Redheugh Bridge are being dismantled for scrap whilst behind the foundations are still in-situ and a Northern Leyland Atlantean crosses the new Redheugh Bridge as it heads towards the Gateshead area.
Scan from a 35mm negative on Agfapan 100 film.
They came for the day. The brochure promised fantastic views - but not all bird watching involves seagulls.
I had no idea what to wear today when I saw one of my new vintage slips. I thought they do look like dresses and then tried layering them. Turns out it looks really cute and not at all see through.
Headband: Self Made
Purple Slip: Oonas
Black Slip: Vintage Remix
Shoes: Isaac Mizrahi Thrifted
A Lothian bus slips through a tangle of winter pedestrians at Lauriston Place, its destination to Hunters Tryst half-hidden behind blurred silhouettes and drifting scarves. The Quartermile turrets rise behind them, and Arthur’s Seat fades softly into the pale December sky.
It’s the kind of cold, dry Edinburgh day where people walk briskly, headphones on and hands tucked away, each carrying their own quiet urgency. The scene feels real but refined, a fleeting crossroads moment where movement, architecture, and anonymity meet in a single frame.
Processed in colour with minimal editing, the image leans on natural light and genuine street rhythm, letting the city’s winter pulse tell the story.
Is it safe to assume a lot of you sissys out there also loved wearing your mothers slips? So feminine, soft and lacy!
I feel so soft, weak feminine with a full slip over my lingerie.
Station exit signal in front of two double slips in Bangkok Hua Lamphong station. In the background, a UM12C is shunting passenger equipment in the coach yard.
Found on www.wishbookweb.com/
Research into the 1950's to discover what styles and colors are popular.
Alabama Southern’s Reform, AL/Artesia, MS Turn slips through the small forgotten settlement of McCrary, MS. Though nothing spectacular location wise, the location is one of serious sentiment for the photographer as the line runs a few yards across from where my sister and brother in law once lived. I spent many an adolescent evening, night or pre dawn morning on their wrap around porch swatting off mosquitoes and admiring darting fireflies that helped kill time while patiently waiting to watch old a string of MidSouth GP10’s leading a train rumbling up the line with their 567C’s roaring wide open, puking oil and exhaust smoke skywards as they swayed side to side with unlatched hood doors lazily swinging open and closed as they trundled down the ill maintained track. It was almost as similar as seeing an older relative walking down the pitch black hallway to the bathroom in the middle of the night hearing their creaks and groans.
30 years later things are bit different yet still the same. The track is in better shape, the little house track siding that once held defective cars en route piquing further interest laid off to the right of the mainline is long gone. The larger power that handles the same old slow trains comes in a different dress. The slight elevated curve seems a bit out of place if not comical considering the slow speeds. Of note is that I was standing dead square on the Mississippi/Alabama state line while capturing this image. By the time I’d drop my camera after taking this shot the lead unit would be a mere couple of seconds into Alabama.
Moon slips into a somewhat revealing purple dress.
Pro Model and MUA: Xlcr Moon MM #536498
Phtographer: Bill Tricomi - Doum Tek Photography
Aug 5, 2015
Designer: The Original Franco-American store JC Penny! (dress), Prada (shoes)
Store: Etsy (The Internet!), INA (NYC)
Music: Lover Man, Etta James
Is it safe to assume a lot of you sissys out there also loved wearing your mothers slips? So feminine, soft and lacy!
I feel so soft, weak feminine with a full slip over my lingerie.
The Kelvedon Hatch Secret Nuclear Bunker is a former government-owned nuclear bunker in Brentwood, Essex.
The bunker was maintained during the cold war as a potential regional government headquarters, built in 1952 - 1953 as part of ROTOR. ROTOR was a programme to improve and harden Britain's air defence network.
The bunker was a hardened Sector Operations Centre (SOC) for RAF Fighter Command. It was to provide command and control of the London Sector of Fighter Command. During the 1960's, 1970's, 1980's and early into the 1990's, the Home Office maintained the bunker as an emergency regional government defence site. Eventually in the early 1990s when nuclear threat was seen as diminished, the bunker was sold back to the family who had owned the land in the 1950s.
Inspiration for some of the framing of the shots came from the 1975 New Topographics exhibition.
All identification written on slips of paper attached to the versos. Cabinet card on the left: front row, John Wayne Shelden; middle row, John Edward and Grace Shelden; back row, Harley Evan Shelden. Cabinet card on the right: Mark, Grace, and Edith Shelden.
The parents of the Shelden (sometimes Sheldon) children were Charles Field Shelden (1850-1918) and Ellen Jeanette Coqullette (1853-1918). They were married on 4 December 1872; pictured are six of the 11 children that the couple had.
Edith Minnie Shelden was born 6 June 1876 in Iowa. She grew up on the family farm in Wheeler, Sac County, Iowa (the post office for Wheeler was in Odebolt). She was married on 15 February 1896 to Allie James Paul (1869-1929), and the couple had seven children. The couple farmed in Wheeler/Odebolt, Iowa for the next thirty plus years. Edith Shelden passed away in 1932.
James Edward Shelden was born 18 February 1879. James was married on 18 February 1907 to Bertha Marie Forney (1993-1926), and the couple had two children. He was also married on 13 September 1928 to Edith M. Criss (1880-1947), and the couple had three children. In 1910, James was farming in Stratton, Oklahoma, where he remained until at least 1930. In 1940, he was a carpenter for the forestry service in Delta, Colorado. James passed away in Delta in 1946.
Grace Viola Shelden was born 30 May 1881. She was married on 25 December 1901 to William E. Story, and the couple had six children. In 1910, the couple was farming in Garland, Oklahoma. By the time of the 1920 census, they were back in Wheeler, Iowa, where William was a farm manager. Grace and William were still living in Wheeler in 1940. I didn’t find a death date for Grace.
John Wayne Shelden was born 4 January 1884 in Wheeler, Iowa. He was married on 25 December 1907 in Missouri to Julia Ann Davis (1889-1978), and the couple had seven children. In 1910, the couple was raising livestock in Stratton, Oklahoma. By 1920, they had relocated to Carrizo, Colorado, and by 1930 to Hazelwood, Missouri, where they operated a dairy farm. In 1940, John was listed as a farm laborer in Eaton, Hale County, Idaho. John passed away on 13 June 1962 in Payette, Idaho.
Harley Evan Shelden was born 3 January 1888 in Wheeler. He was married on 18 December 1908 to Mollie Nora Hess (1891-1931), and the couple had at least four children. He then married Elizabeth Ann Heard (1906-2006) in 1938. In 1910, Harley was farming in Justice, Texas, and in 1920, was a livestock breeder in Carrizo, Colorado. He remained in Carrizo through the 1940 census, but in 1942 was a livestock breeder in Edler, Baca County, Colorado. Hardly Shelden passed away on 15 February 1976.
Mark L. Shelden was born 18 February 1892 and passed away on 1 September 1893.
Photographer Ellsworth S. Frey was born on 20 Arpil 1863 in Pennsylvania, the son of Samuel Frey (1832-1912) and Permila Kerchner (1840-1931). In 1870, Ellsworth was living on a farm with his parents and three siblings in Oliver, PA. In 1880, he was listed as a servant on a farm in Albany, PA. He was married on 2 October 1884 to Mary Elizabeth Wolfe (1865-1956), and the couple had at least one child. Sometime in the 1890‘s, he became a photographer in Odebolt, Iowa, and in 1900 was listed as a photographer in Richland, Iowa. In 1901-1902, he had a studio in Waterloo, Iowa. In 1910, Ellsworth was a photographer in Washington, Iowa, but by the time of the 1920 census, he was a truck farmer in Palmdale, Florida. In 1930, he was listed as a chicken farmer in Glades, Florida. Ellsworth Frey passed away on 7 October 1936 in Hillsborough, Florida.
There are many hazards in the workplace, but slips, trips and falls constitute the majority of work related risks. Slips trips and falls can cause many serious injuries and are responsible for over 15% of all accidental deaths, which is second to motor vehicle accidents. Uneven floor surfaces,...
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Is it safe to assume a lot of you sissys out there also loved wearing your mothers slips? So feminine, soft and lacy!
I feel so soft, weak feminine with a full slip over my lingerie.
Basic idea was use of Altantis helmets as gargoyles. Hat technigue is not mine, I'm not sure who invented it but I saw it first in SlyOwl's MOCs.
MV Glen Sannox slips towards the cold waters of the River Clyde during the launch of the new vessel. Unfortunately the launch took place during the worst of the weather.
MV Glen Sannox is the first of two duel fuel ferries which can run on LNG or marine diesel. They will be able to carry 1000 passengers and 172 cars or 16 HGVs. MV Glen Sannox will be allocated to the Ardrossan/Brodick service. The second ferry is yet to be named and is still under construction.