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Darian:
Morning, Brian!
Aaron:
Hi, Kate Monster.
Darian:
How's life?
Aaron:
Disappointing!
Darian:
What's the matter?
Aaron:
The caterine company
laid me off.
Darian:
Oh, I'm sorry!
Aaron:
Me too! I mean, look at me!
I'm ten years out of college, and I
always thought
Darian:
What?
Aaron:
No, it sounds stupid.
Darian:
Aww, come on!
Aaron:
When I was little
I thought I would be...
Darian:
What?
Aaron:
A big comedian
on late night TV
But now I'm thirty-two
And as you can see
I'm not
Darian:
Nope!
Aaron:
Oh Well,
It sucks to be me.
Darian:
Nooo.
Aaron:
It sucks to be me.
Darian:
No!
Aaron:
It sucks to be broke
and unemployed
and turning thirty-three.
It sucks to be me.
Darian:
Oh, you think your life sucks?
Aaron:
I think so.
Darian:
Your problems aren't so bad!
I'm kinda pretty
And pretty damn smart.
Aaron:
You are.
Darian:
Thanks!
I like romantic things
Like music and art.
And as you know
I have a gigantic heart
So why don't I have
A boyfriend?
Fuck!
It sucks to be me!
Aaron:
Me too.
Darian:
It sucks to be me.
Aaron:
It sucks to be me.
It sucks to be Aaron...
Darian:
And Darian...
Aaron:
To not have a job!
Darian:
To not have a date!
BOTH:
It sucks to be me.
Aaron:
Hey, Singapore, Ires, can you
settle something for us?
Do you have a second?
Singapore:
Ah, certainly.
Darian:
Whose life sucks more?
Aaron's or mine?
Ires & Singapore:
Ours!
Singapore:
We live together.
Ires:
We're as close
As people can get.
Singapore:
We've been the best
of buddies...
Ires:
Ever since the
Day we met.
Singapore:
So he knows lots
Of ways to make me
Really upset.
Oh, every day is
An aggravation.
Ires:
Come on, that's
an exaggeration!
Singapore:
You leave your
clothes out.
You put your feet
On my chair.
Ires:
Oh yeah?
You do such anal
Things like ironing
Your underwear.
Singapore:
You make that very
Small apartment
We share a hell.
Ires:
So do you,
That's why I'm in hell too!
Singapore:
It sucks to be me!
Ires:
No, it sucks to be me!
Darian:
It sucks to be me!
Aaron:
It sucks to be me!
ALL:
Is there anybody here
It doesn't suck to be?
It sucks to be me!
Kini:
Why you all so happy?
Ires:
Becuase our lives suck!
Kini:
Your lives suck?
I hearing you correctly? Ha!
I coming to this country
For opportunities.
Tried to work in
Korean deli
But I am Japanese.
But with hard work
I earn two Master's Degrees
In social work!
And now I a therapist!
But I have no clients
And I have an
Unemployed fiance'!
And we have lots
Of bills to pay!
It suck to be me!
It suck to be me!
I say it
Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-
Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-
Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-
Suck!
It suck to be me!
Abi:
Excuse me?
Aaron:
Hey there.
Abi:
Sorry to bother you, but I'm
looking for a place to live.
Kini:
Why you looking all
the way out here?
Abi:
Well, I started at Avenue A,
but so far everything is out
of my price range. But this
neighborhood looks a lot cheaper!
Oh, and look - a "For Rent" sign!
Aaron:
You need to talk to
the superintendent.
Let me get him.
Abi:
Great, thanks!
Aaron:
Yo, Gary!
Autumn:
I'm comin'! I'm comin'!
Abi:
Oh my God!
It's Gary Coleman!
Autumn:
Yes I am!
I'm Gary Coleman
From TV's
Diff'rent Strokes
I made a lotta money
That got stolen
By my folks!
Now I'm broke and
I'm the butt
Of everyone's jokes,
But I'm here -
The Superintendent!
On Avenue Q -
ALL:
It sucks to be you.
Darian:
You win!
ALL:
It sucks to be you.
Aaron:
I feel better now!
Autumn:
Try having people
stopping you to ask you
"What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
It gets old.
ALL:
It sucks to be you
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be me)
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be you)
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be us)
But not when
We're together.
We're together
Here on Avenue Q!
We live on Avenue Q!
Our friends do too!
'Til our dreams
Come true,
We live on Avenue Q!
Abi:
This is real life!
ALL:
We live on Avenue Q!
Ires:
You're gonna love it!
ALL:
We live on Avenue Q!
Autumn:
Here's your keys!
ALL:
Welcome to Avenue Q!
Darian: i am Kate monster
Aaron: i am Brian
Ires: i am Nicky!
Singapore: I am Rod
Kini: I am Christmas Eve
Abi: i am Prinectone
Autumn: And I am Gary Coleman
I took this in April..In March my like changed pretty drastically...I had to move into a very, very small apartment, but close to the beach. I was feeling very blue and a bit frightened at the future..then I heard a commotion outside my door...these doves decided this would be the spot for their new home also. I can't even begin to express my joy and comfort at watching these two relate, build their nest and take care of their young and each other. It gave me a bit of hope for my future too. I shot this through my window because I worried about disturbing them( they were only about 2 1/2 feet above my head)...but they stayed put and were never frightened away. More to come....
CC Week 34: That 70's Music
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXveFeQFyuU You tube: 1976 concert.
Wikipedia:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Over_My_Head_%28Fleetwood_Mac_song%29
The music of British-American band, Fleetwood Mac was popular for a very long time. I was introduced to their music by a friend. Christine McVie composed "Over My Head" in a small apartment in Malibu, California. It was released in 1975.
Excerpt from stepspublicart.org/project/brampton-traffic-box-art-pilot...:
“CALM” from the installation “Brief Enclosure” by Amye St John
In Brief Enclosure the artist explores the possibilities of nature in her home, giving a glimpse into her family life in a happier and more relaxed state. What if the small apartment we live in had flowers for wallpaper and we had flowers in our hair? A window into a better environment to be stuck in during a pandemic in Brampton.
“I was feeling a bit trapped in my box of an apartment during a pandemic with my lovely family and wanted to find a way to make living in a box a bit happier for all of us in a very stressful time… I love the idea that some of my installations have made it to a more public and permanent space because it will hopefully inspire some happy and calm feelings in other people’s lives.”
About Amye St John
Amye St John is a printmaker and mother of two girls living in Brampton. She graduated OCADU in 2015 with a BFA in Printmaking. Her practice has recently been mixed media and relief, but she also works in lithography, screenprint, and intaglio. Her work focuses on the everyday and plays with narratives.
Excerpt from www.brampton.ca/EN/Arts-Culture-Tourism/CulturalSrvs/Page...:
Traffic Box Art Pilot Project
Artist: Aditi Kashyap, Amye St John, Annmarie Claudette, Malachi Watson-Narcisse, Michel Nwoye-Vincent.
Category: Temporary Public Art Projects
Address: Downtown Queen Street, Brampton
The City of Brampton has transformed five traffic control boxes to feature artwork from the Arts, Culture & Creative Industry Development Agency’s (ACCIDA) “Postcard Project – Your Artist Story”. This project asks artists to submit work which explores their connection to the City and reflects on how their artistic practice captures the spirit and stories of Brampton.
The featured artwork is by local artists Aditi Kashyap (Queen Street East & Chapel Street), Amye St John (Centre Street & Queen Street East), Annmarie Claudette (Queen Street East & Lynch Street), Malachi Watson-Narcisse (Queen Street East & Hansen Road), Michel Nwoye-Vincent (Queen Street East & Rutherford Road).
This project is also supported by My Main Street funded by the Government of Canada through the Federal Economic Development Agency for Southern Ontario.
As this is a City of Brampton Pilot Project, we want your feedback on how this pilot project impacts the downtown.
The strain of being closed in a small apartment on the fifth floor for over 6 weeks is starting to show. Tired, frustrated, sad and hopeful.
My first micropolis build, let me know what you think.
I made a small Japanese scene, with a small apartment building, a shrine and a convenience store.
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Build for the LowLUG micropolis collab.
The Höveln-Gang (Höveln Alleyway) at Hundestraße 57 was first founded by Peter Droghe in 1475 as an almshouse. The main building facing the street (in view here) dates to the early 17th century, while the small apartment buildings in the courtyard were restored in 1693 by the estate of the Lübeck council member Gotthard von Höveln (1603-1671). The apartments were modernized in 1971-72.
Boar Lane in the middle of Newark, Nottinghamshire is a small pedestrian way between Castle Gate and Middle Gate. It is bigger than an alleyway yet smaller than a normal road so is quite secluded. It has several small interesting shops on it. Above one of them, Vintage Vixens selling old ladies wear, often ex-top fashion styles, is a small apartment that has these stairs outside to act as the entrance to it.
The late day Autumn sun casts shadows against the figures and tells me the days are getting shorter.
A few years ago, in early spring, Doc and I were travelling in the Yukon, before the campgrounds and RV Parks had opened. When mid-afternoon arrived we decided that we had better grab a motel room for the night. On the outskirts of Whitehorse, we found a well maintained little place, and checked in with the owners. With our key in hand, we arrived at the door and opened it, expecting to see the usual bedroom and bath layout. Instead, it looked like we had entered someone's kitchen! We didn't know whether to go in - or back out. We checked the key number and the door number and they matched - so in we went. To our surprise - (and for the usual low nightly fee) - we had a full bath - complete kitchen, and a full bedroom with two double beds! It was as if we had rented a small apartment, Needless to say, we quickly booked two more nights, and enjoyed all of the sights and sounds of the city of Whitehorse, as well as the surrounding wilderness - while also enjoying all of the comforts of home. HSS!
*(Posted for Sliders Sunday - Processed to the MAX!")
I don't know how easy it is to exist in a small apartment but at least something akin to a wood is not far away.
Erik was visited by the Minister for Senior Citizens, Mette Kierkgaard, who was on a tour to selected citizens around the country, together with local politicians and representatives of the NGO ÆldreSagen. The purpose was to hear about how to make home care better for citizens, and on this subject, Ballerup Municipality is among the best in providing personal service (permanent staff in small teams) and physical training programs in the home. I couldn't help but feel that it was all a bit overwhelming with both the Minister and her team, and then all of us locals, in his small apartment.
Kornvænget, Ballerup.
When I was 22, I was living in a small apartment in St. Paul, MN. and outside the windows next to my bedroom there was a thick row of tall bushes that separated us from the neighboring building (It was a strange place to live as Summit Ave, one of the richest neighborhoods in all of the Twin Cities, was about three blocks to one side of me, and Selby Ave., being about equidistant the other way, was hands down the seediest neighborhood in the city at that time owed to drugs, dealing, murders, etc.). That summer a Catbird had its babies in those bushes. I think only one survived and he lived right outside the window next to my bed. It was the worst for what I remember as months. I worked overnights and early, early every morning as I was trying to go to bed I would hear the most horribly annoying noises you can imagine for hours and hours on end, "wreeaah rhaw rwrhaw, wreeyat" etc. I thought, "This is the worst sounding bird in the world," In fact, I think it took me quite a while to even figure out that it was a bird. But what I realize now is that like a Mocking Bird, a Catbird is a Mimid, from the Latin Mimidae (mimic). And it has much more complex vocalizations than most other birds. They will learn and mimic other birds' songs, the sounds of other animals like frogs, and even those of machines. And because a Catbird has a songbird syrinx, it is able to make two sounds at once. Anyhow, I am sure that baby Catbirds sound so horrible because they have a much more difficult instrument and a great many more pieces to master ... (say a seven string guitar playing jazz fusion and then George Thorogood vs. a ukulele playing "Now I know my ABC's", and then "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"). But when they reach adulthood their songs are absolutely wonderful. They are also visually a very beautiful animal, but it often goes unnoticed as they are not colorful. But, I like their tones of gray and their little black hats and their jet black beaks and eyes. Though that summer, I really hated that squawky little guy.
day with strange date 12.02.2012
but it was a day of heat, sun and love
with the wonderful people
in their small apartment
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Well its been awhile since I last actually posted anything on here. Life has this way of getting in the way doesn't it? I still shoot but I haven't shot much personal stuff recently. So I decided to set up some lights and do a simple self portrait a couple days ago. Partly just to mess around with some lights and partly because I felt like getting a shot of myself with this unruly bread before I shave it off, which I did later that night. No after photos though unfortunately.
Lighting this one was interesting, 3 lights are used on me and 2 lights are off in the back as background lights for my small apartment. I could have just done without the background lights but a shot on pure black just doesn't look as interesting in my world. The two background lights were both gelled blue as well. Post wise wasn't anything to crazy, I generally don't retouch guys, myself included, too much so that makes things go a lot quicker. Some basic colour grading and sharpening and there we go, a pretty simple self portrait.
Strobist Info
Nikon SB-800 camera right above the camera with a 26" Aurora Firefly firing at 1/32 power
Nikon SB-800 camera left just behind me with a 2x3' softbox, firing at 1/16 power
Nikon SB-80DX camera right, bare bulbed zoomed in at 135mm with a dark blue gel
2x Nikon SB-28's camera left and right off in the background both with blue gels on them.
Hello! from my native town in Bihar. I am in my home town and loving every minute here. Being confined to a small apartment back in Bangalore is never good for photography.
We have a huge house in my hometown with a terrace and a room which has windows from all four directions :), so you can imagine my delight being here.
I of late was so possessed with surface for food photography that I have tried every hack possible in past couple of months to create the perfect texture. You can only imagine my delight to find several old wooden boxes to photography. I have been seeing these boxes from my childhood times. These boxes are atleast 20 years old and I never thought I would use them someday for food photos. I don't even remember this being painted, but looks like the original paint is several years old and gave a beautiful weathered effect, which I have been so busy trying to recreate in last few months.
Originally, the two 28 meter high twin towers at the south end of the Old Bridge were part of the city fortifications. At the gate, foreigners paid a bridge toll to enter the city.
In the case of defense, a trapdoor was lowered.
Between 1709 and 1711 the gate got its Baroque appearance.
In the western tower there were dungeon rooms.
It was used as a guilt tower and prison. Here, among other things, the legendary robber Hölzerlips waited for his execution, which was carried out because of the attack on a stagecoach on July 31, 1812.
A staircase in the eastern bridge tower leads to the small apartment of the bridge keeper, which is located above the archway.
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autumn 2016, when i spent nine days in a small apartment under the roof of a house in a touristy but nice town in the black forest – no car, just my two feet and a ticket that allowed me to take all trains in the region for free. at the end of the holiday, when i paid for my stay, the elderly woman who had rented the apartment to me gave me more change back than she needed to. she said i should keep it. i said it was okay, i didn't want to. she insisted i keep the money. her husband drove me to the train station, helped me with the luggage. kind people in a beautiful forested mountain range.
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hinterzarten (baden-württemberg, germany)
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An interesting colour choice by the architect. This small apartment building (condos?) is located in northwest Calgary. The wires extend along an alleyway.
Copyright J.R. Devaney
Photo from my personal project.
See full project on this link
www.behance.net/gallery/99973053/Last-Days-On-Earth
This is a chronicle of two sisters dying, tied to beds in a small apartment separated in two rooms, for more than ten years. One is my mother in law, and the other is her sister. I and my wife took care of them in their last years. There are no magic photography tricks in this project. No hidden intellectual concepts or composition virtue. I visited these women, feed them, talked to them, day after day, for more than five years. They never left the apartment except for a few times for visiting the doctor. Photographing was my way of recording this process, coping with my own demons of getting old and dying. When I studied the masters of photography, many of them say " Look around you". And I looked. And I saw aging, decay, and death. I saw pain and sorrow, but also a will to live for just one more day. That was around me. So I recorded it, the best I could.
"What do we say to death? Not today."
Thank you.
Sorry some of them are a little squished in, I live in a small apartment and there really is only one spot I could set them up so I had to squeeze them all into the picture xD I apologise to all the girls stuck in the back! Also I had them all facing the same direction but in the photo some of them are looking off to the side - does anyone have advice on how to take a better wide photo like this where they are all facing forward?
So here is my full collection and since I have most of the Azone dolls I really wanted, I probably won't buy many more from here on except if there is a really special one released. I do have both fairytale Koron dolls ordered and I like the Swan Lake Raili as well, so I guess we'll see xD Looking at this picture... gulp... I probably shouldn't buy more! They are so cute though, it's always hard to resist. Maybe I need an intervention ^^;
OK so here's the list of all 33 of them, from left to right and back to front:
Secret Wonderland Chiika
Secret Garden Nina
Marron Parfait Alisa
Nostalgic Story Alisa
Brown Rabbit Mia
White Rabbit Mia
PinkxWhite Sahra
Minami-sensei Nagoya DS ver.
Magic Boy Yuuta
Winter Vacation Mia
Little Witch of Wind Koron
Blue Birds Song II Miu
Peach Tea Alisa
Brown Bear Koron
White Cat Aika
Briar Rose Lien
Mad Hatter Aoto
Secret Garden Chisa
Fairy Church Vel
Secret Wonderland Koron
White Strawberry Sahra
Peach Pie Maya
Princess Chiika
Chocolate Parfait Alisa
Mint Chocolate Lycee
Nostalgic Story Lycee
Azone Staff DS ver. Erunoe
New Year Sheep Lipu
Lil Maid Erunoe
Little Witch of Heart Chiika
Lil Maid Lipu
Cherry Pie Maya
Cream Anmitsu Yuzuha
This is also part of the lounge/kitchen/dining area. I was standing up against this wall www.flickr.com/photos/angellily/5515895549/ to take the shot... if that helps put it into perspective? To the left (in front of the kitchen) is the dining area.
I really love that it has high ceilings in here because it makes a small apartment feel very open and spacious... plus that was the perfect place for my clock!
I need a dark backdrop, smoke and lights BUT... I only have a small apartment, ceiling lamps and white closet doors.
Use your imagination!
A small apartment building, now home to a group of brigands. My contribution to the BrickFair 09 ApocaLEGO display.
The tire track technique was borrowed from -Mainman-.
Brickshelf gallery, when public: www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=404895
Avignon was our base of operations during the week we stayed in Provence. We got a small apartment that was on the sketchier side of the tracks but so close to the historic center of the city that the benefits outweighed the drunken nightcrawlers asking for change in French every evening.
Avignon is an old city. Really really old. Like going all the way back about 2500 years old. A lot has happened in it since then, too. It has a papal palace for example, you know, like how Vatican City has a papal palace. For a brief span of time the Catholic church "enjoyed" two popes, an eastern one and a western one, the latter taking up residence here. Avignon also has this neat bridge, the pont d'Avignon (more formally known as the Pont Saint-Bénézet, which you'll see an image of at some point I am sure).
Being an old city though, the streets just wind there way here and there. Getting lost is the rule, not the exception. And this evening represented by this image, get lost we did. Granted, getting lost is usually what I do when exploring cities like this. I just stuff a map in my pocket, set a couple of loose goals and then head out, taking turns where my eye or intuition lead. Once you get used to these old European cities, it generally isn't too hard to get un-lost. But for some reason Avignon sucked us in and gave us a good time trying to get back out. I don't remember exactly what kept us so lost, but I remember we ended up crossing almost the entire breadth of the inner city despite our intentions otherwise. What eventually set us right was the fact that the whole historic center of Avignon is ringed by a massive medieval wall, so once we ran into that, we just had to follow it around.
But somewhere between then and there, we paused for just a moment in this spot and I made this image.
My compost bin - two 5 gallon buckets. The bottom one holds dirt to scoop on top of freshly added materials, the top one holds compost under way.
The buckets were being pitched by a local co-op - they'd been filled with honey that had just been added to the store's bulk keg. I was able to scrape 6 cups of excellent orange blossom honey off them before filling them with dirt :)
The top bucket normally has a cover on it. A photo of the finished product is here.
Inspired by Vic Sussman's Easy Composting (now out of print, but available for as little as $2.50 through Amazon.)
March 2013 update: After a number of years of doing this, I've moved on to a 2 bucket bokashi composting set up. It sits under the sink, produces usable compost much more quickly, and doesn't require bringing soil home from the garden.
Opposite our building is another smaller Apartment and it is also just in a very snow covered area around the corner from ours.
I totally missed #WorldPhotographyDay yesterday, but I'm remedying that today with this celebration. For the sake of uplifting on such an important day for so many of us, please tag someone you admire in the photography field.
Photography has been my life for a decade. From the first time I took a self-portrait in a small apartment in Philadelphia to now, still taking self-portraits in my more comfortable home in Arizona, I have loved each second of how photography has transformed me.
Photography gave me a clear voice - not just a voice, because that I already had - but it sharpened my voice like a knife's edge. It gave me a community of weirdos - is there any better kind? And it gave me a path that led me to wonders I hadn't dreamed of.
All of this not without help. This #worldphotographyday I celebrate the people who have been there for me consistently to say "who you are and what you do is important, even when it doesn't feel like it". Some of them are companies that feel more like family who took a chance to help launch and sustain my career, like: CreativeLive that took a chance on me to teach their first fine art class that went on to reach thousands upon thousands in our community. Like Sony who took a chance on me to represent fine art in their Artisan lineup to make all the weirdo creators feel like they had someone like themselves represented in the industry.
Like White House Custom Colour who from day 1 told me that no matter what I ever do for them, whether it be absolutely nothing or everything, they simply want to support someone who stood for something good in the world.
Thank you for recognizing me as a leader in the photographic arts - I re-stake my claim that I am a curious beginner soul and I vow to keep learning.
And to the individuals, too many to list, who have held me up in my art and in my doubts, in my fear and in my triumphs...for it takes a person who holds you up in all those circumstances to be considered real and lasting...you have been my photography heroes, even those of you who aren't photographers. Really, I mean YOU, this community, my beacon and light in dark times. I wish I could tell you what you mean to me. It's everything. We are everything.
Lise has changed her mind. This used to be her living room in her small apartment, but lately she felt the need to change and make the house more organized and comfortable. So the living room has been moved to the room facing the street, and this will be the bedroom. It's still very empty, but Lise is very happy with the new color of the walls, and she's sure it will soon become a cozy bedroom!
R makes me sad. She’s a dental hygienist. A gentle woman, probably in her early to middle 40s. She’s of average height and weight, average looks, a not unpleasant face, framed by colourless neutral-beige hair, and colourless neutral-beige glasses.
We talk between flossings and scrapings and pokings. She likes me because my teeth are always clean. No offense, I say, but it must be… um, distasteful at times to spend your workdays foraging around in other people’s mouths.
She rolls her eyes. Oh my god, she says, you can’t imagine; you should see what I find. It’s the old people, she says. They’re the worst. And sometimes kids, too. And sometimes ordinary middle-aged adults like us. She tells me again that I – clean of tooth and fresh of breath – am her A-Number-One favourite patient. That, believe it or not, she actually looks forward to our twice-a-year visits.
We talk about her life. She has a small apartment. Lives alone. Would love to have a cat but can’t; not allowed in the building, and moving is out of the question in the current market. It took her too long to find the place she has; it’s affordable, close to work, close to downtown, and gives her a feeling of not being wholly separate from the rest of the city, the rest of her fellow humans.
She tells me about the cat she’s fallen in love with. He lives down the street.
I think his name is Kitty, she says. I always say KittyKittyKitty when I see him, and he comes to me.
The warmth of this simple memory of contact brings new light to her eyes, brings even a small warm patch of colour to her cheeks. KittyKitty has a big round face and enormous yellow-green eyes, she says. She doesn’t know where he lives or whom he belongs to. But she brings him treats, bits from her dinner, morsels of chicken and beef and even cheese. And she strokes him. I wonder if his thick dark fur is the only maleness she has touched.
Leilah used to be a very common girl, with comfy clothes, shy personality and three cats.
She was pretty but plain. She was interesting but she didn’t express herself, because where she came from, expressing yourself was a mistake. So she learned to be “normal” and she had the best manners, always wanted to please others and be the “perfect” girl, the “perfect” daughter.
Her parents always said “looks” is the most important thing, not being yourself of course, not finding your dreams, not living your life to the fullest. No, that was rubbish, according to them, dreams were for people that were living off their parents and ended up on the streets. No, she would be a good “daughter” and marry a pristine individual and hurry to start a family of her own.
So she worked at a coffee shop, living in a small apartment and taking care of her cats.
That was her life. Until she met him. Plain girls meet plain guys right?
Well, not for Leilah. Leilah met him, he was dashing and alluring and fascinating. He had a great job and he was everything her parents asked for. So she hurried and married him, because people like him are hard to come by. And so everything was normal, almost perfect you could say, until it wasn’t.
See second pic to read the rest of the story.
Indian Creek is a wealthy village in Miami Dade County, Florida, United States. Within the village boundaries are 41 residential home sites and the Indian Creek Country Club. The population was 86 at the 2010 census and as of 2000, was the 8th highest-income place in the United States. What do you say.....?
"Certainly what is written above, this is not true, in this area there are many people who live renting an apartment or house, among many, that is, a small apartment of one person, can be living up to 6 people to save money. The United States is not an easy country to live for 8 years thanks to the administration of Mr. Obama"
The Ironmonger's House is a typical 19th century wooden building in Swedish towns. The fittings in the ironmonger's date originally from the 1880s though the interior was partially modernized in the 1930s. The building houses has two shops and a small apartment. The goods on display are typical of the three main groups of customers: farmers, builders and householders.
The second shop by the ironmonger’s is a co-op shop (known as Konsum in Sweden) from the thirties – a dairy and bakery. Besides milk, cream, yoghurt, bread, cakes and pastries such a shop would also have sold butter and margarine, beer, soft drinks and sweets.
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Heck Andrews house during the 1940's when it fell into decline and disrepair. Sometime after that, I do know that there was an old woman living alone in the house.
Sadly, her malnourished and almost frozen body was found on the third floor sometime during the 1980's, after family and city officials had been desperately trying to persuade her to leave due to senility. They put her into a small apartment near Cameron Village and she died a few years later. The last few years she was living in the house, homeless people had been entering at all hours of the day and night, stealing heirlooms and other valuables.
This is my favorite picture of this marvelous old house!
Picmonkey textures
The second image in this series. I kind of miss having a back yard and being able to shoot stuff like this so easily! I'm living in a small apartment downtown now, and I have to travel more. I'm actually going camping on the beach tomorrow though and I have a ton of photos planned out!! Super excited for it
The third-floor apartment of this townhouse was my home from 2020 to 2023, and is full of wonderful memories. I am now on my next chapter, attending Graduate School in Chicago.
Built in 1892 by an unknown individual, this distinctive and ornate “wedding cake”-like eclectic Queen Anne and Romanesque Revival-style townhouse stands on Russell Street in the Mutter Gottes Historic District of Covington, Kentucky.
Prior to the construction of the house, according to an 1886 Sanborn Fire Insurance map, the site was home to a wooden duplex, likely built sometime around the mid-19th Century.
The house has a heavily detailed brick facade with decorative brick trim, polychromatic ceramic tiles featuring the busts of Roman emperors, arched two-over-two windows, and a three-tiered front bay window that transforms from being rectangular on the 1st floor, to trapezoidal on the 2nd floor, and semi-circular on the 3rd floor, with the one-over-one windows on this portion of the house featuring multi-colored semi-circular stained glass transoms
The house additionally features many intact historic elements inside, including the original staircase that stretches from the first floor side entrance up to the 3rd floor, original doors and trim throughout, and original tiles and fireplace surrounds on the 1st floor and 2nd floor.
The house, originally a single-family home, featured a garden to the side and several one-story wooden porches on the side and rear, as well as sheds in the backyard.
By the early 20th Century, the house became the home of former Wurlitzer Music Company employee and industrialist Albert B. Koett, born in 1863 in Weimar, Germany, whom founded the Kelley-Koett (Keleket) manufacturing company behind a previous residence on Bakewell Street, where Koett worked with J. Robert Kelley on his innovations to X-Ray machines.
Koett left Wurlitzer in 1905 to work full time with the Kelley-Koett Manufacturing Company with John Robert Kelley, as an innovator and industrialist, innovating the "Keleket" X-Ray machine, utilized widely throughout the United States by the 1920s. The company expanded to the point that it occupied a large building on 4th Street in Covington and an additional building on York Street in Cincinnati's West End.
While owned by Koett, the house was enlarged, adding a masonry addition atop the roof of the two-story rear ell, a wooden addition on the rear of the house over a rear porch, and a new front porch with a red tile roof and wire brick columns.
The house was divided up into several small apartment units in the mid-20th Century after Koett's death, leading to the addition of a metal fire escape to the side, and reconfiguration of the interior, with the house being purchased and rehabilitated in the mid-1980s, returning to usage a single-family home, with a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor.
I’d like to present my entry to the BrickLink Designer Program Series 1 - Bob’s Café and Johnny’s Bakery!
It has a chance to become a limited edition LEGO set, so if you like it, please consider voting for it! - www.bricklink.com/v3/designer-program/series-1/414/Bob's-...
The set idea contains two buildings: the corner building has a café on the ground floor, a LEGO fan's apartment on the first floor, and a nice, cosy roof terrace. The second building has a small bakery on the ground floor and a small apartment on the first floor; but there's also an attic where minifigures can store their old stuff they're not using.
These houses are modular, which means you can connect them using technic pins and you can also easily remove/add multiple floors to them, and they’re compatible with the new LEGO road system. They have a much smaller footprint than classic modular buildings, but the facades and interiors are really detailed, so I hope AFOLs and younger builders will like this set.
Hi flickr!
Golden Hour picture from me to you, hahaha that you don’t see often.
I’ve gotten tagged serveral times but always forgetting, so this time I figured I wouldn’t.
I’ll tell you 11 random things about me, anything else would become too complicated :P haha. oh well, here it goes;
1; My favourite color is green. It reminds me of nature, and all the beautiful things that sorrounds it. I love that it symoblises life, hope and health. And I LOVE eating everything that’s green. Like avocados, lettuce, salads +++ yummyy
2; My mom was a Glam Model in Norway for 10 years. She thinks how you look outside is the most imporant thing in the world. Which makes me feel bad about myself sometimes.
3; My parents divorced when I was about 2 years old. I have a brother that’s 10 months and 22 days younger than me.
4; My childhood was the best time of my life. I did nothing else but smile and laugh from the age 0 - 12. I wish I could experience that state of joy I did back in those days again. And if I could choose, I would never grow up. I would just play those twele years of my life on repeat over and over again.
5; I think I’ve lived in 14 different houses/apartments. And last september we sold our beloved house yet again, to buy a smaller apartment as my brother and I were both going to college.
6; I’m half Brazilian. I speak portuguese but it’s not perfect as I’ve lived in Norway my entire life. Nowadays both my mom and dad (norwegian) work with real estate and selling/renting summerhouses in different tourist towns in Brazil. (link; www.pipapark.com.br/pipapark/index_ing.html) However my mom is originally from the state of Amazonas in Brazil which I’ve never ever been to. I have a lot of family there which I’ve never met. And it makes me feel empty. When I have the money I will go to Amazon/Manaus to find them, and meet them, and see that they’re ok. <3
7; I have a little brother and a little sister which I don’t the share the same mom with. They’re aged 12 and 15. ((ahhH!!!! time runs!!!)
8; Had my dad married all the women he has brough into my life these 20 years I think I would’ve had around 15 steph moms.
9; My favorite movie is American Beauty by Sam Mendes. It's so inspiring and always forces me to look closer and find beauty in everything that surrounds me. always.
10; I very often dream about just leaving everything I own behind. Just buy me a ticket around the globe. Not really having any spesific goal. Just take everyday as I comes, and feel how it is not being overwelmed with a bed to sleep in, always food in the frige, credit on my cell phone, expensive camera, money. But the thought scares me very much,and I think I’ll just have to let time decide.
11; I'm scared of being too honest. On the other hand,
these things all make me who I am, and whoever reads this and thinks it's stupid or lame or unprofessional, I don't really care. I am just human. And I like honest persons.
They make my life worth living. And I like having perspective. It makes every breath I take taste better.
<3
xx
Nat
Changing of The Seasons - Ane Brun♥
PS: some of you guys are tagged!
Lucky with the light. Not a bad result for a photo taken with my ancient iPhone 4S, -and then also cropped down. It is a closeup of part of a hydrangea* bush in November. On the left, and above-center is a hydrangea blossom cluster. It had changed in color from summer white to fuchsia (!!) due a series of nights with freezing temperatures. The changed blossoms and leaves stayed beautifully in place for days because there was very little wind or rain.
* This hydrangea (German: Hortensie), might be "annabelle." Gardeners have created a huge number of different types.
Location: Landscaped area surrounding a small apartment building. Riehen BS Switzerland.
In my album: Dan's Swiss Autumns.
The gardening I do here has been evolving over the last six years.
The addition of steps has been this year's major improvement.
My partner did a great job laying these grids (from our demolished greenhouses) on stones from the stream.
The Hall in the background is a substance addiction rehab. I live in a small apartment around the corner :)
Thankfully, I haven't found any residents wandering along my paths (yet) - which sounds a bit mean, but I have lots of reasons why I wouldn't like it.
We rented a small apartment in Kuala Lumpur. It was not much to cheer for, but the location was good. We couldn't sleep with open window though, but for some reason I liked the view of the evening traffic in a city that never sleeps.