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Jones Falls is the third consecutive lock from the Rideau Canal that I've posted here on Flickr, the other two being Davis and Chaffys. We actually visited in reverse order, first Jones, then Chaffys followed by Davis.
There are three locks at Jones. You can see one on the far left mid frame. If you squint, you can see one behind it, but the third is farther up the hill.
The causeway has a big long fence which also makes this suitable for HFF. And there are also other fences in the photo.
It may seem that I am stuck on fences for Friday and benches for Monday, but it's just that if I happen to have a photo that fits the theme, I will post it. I would have posted this one today whatever day of the week it happened to be. I just wouldn't have mentioned the fence.
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Location: Coruscant
///Log Entry\\\
After our encounter with a Sith assassin on Coruscant, I wanted to take some precautions. I'd heard rumors that there was a weapons dealer selling beskar in the Coruscant underworld, so I decided to go off the radar and try to find him. I was reluctant to take Sev with me, especially since so many of my fellow Survivors had recently betrayed our cause. I had a bad feeling that he was undercover with the Imperials. There was something about him... he reminded me of an Imperial. Brendol Hux? Veers, maybe? It was an uncanny feeling, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Sev's story was that he was a test subject for Imperial experiments, and he had escaped. He said the Sith assassin was tasked with hunting him down so that he couldn't share any intel with the New Republic. Not the most convincing story, I know. But it was better for the kid to stay where I could keep a close eye on him. And if he was telling the truth, he had to be protected at all costs.
I took the Golden Nexu, and Sev rented an airspeeder. The weapons dealer was not someone who was easily found, and I suspected he liked it that way. Finally, I found his shop and told Sev to meet me there. The weapons dealer was polishing a blaster rifle when I walked in.
"I've heard you sell beskar weapons," I said.
He scowled and continued polishing the rifle. "Beskar only grows in its value, and you don't seem like the sort who can afford it."
"I think you'll be surprised at what I can afford," I said.
The weapons dealer's response was cut off as Sev trudged through the door. The dealer looked up from his polishing and squinted at Sev through his cybernetic eye.
"I am not a man who is often surprised," the weapons dealer responded quietly.
He stared at Sev for a few moments, then disappeared into a back room and returned with the weapon. It was a beskar axe, intricately carved and honed to a deadly edge. The perfect weapon for dealing with a Sith assassin.
I eagerly reached for the weapon, but the weapons dealer shook his head. He handed the weapon to Sev. "I see the spark of a warrior in this one. The blood of a great fighter flows in his veins, yes?"
Sev seemed surprised by the weapons dealer, and he took the weapon carefully.
I frowned. "Hey, the kid's not the only one with warrior spark," I said, taking the weapon from Sev. "He's also not the one with the credits," I added.
The weapons dealer smirked. "Credits are not what I want."
"Great," I said. "Free weapon."
He pointed out the window at the Golden Nexu. "That speeder. I like it very much."
"Yeah, well I like it very much too," I said. "Let's talk credits, shall we?"
"The speeder or no beskar."
"Now you listen to me, you nerf herder. You're not gonna-"
"The speeder or no beskar."
///End Log\\\
This is my entry to the 12x12 challenge for the Survivors RPG. I was originally planning for a smaller build but decided to go ahead and make this build 12x12.
God bless!
-BH
42 i feel like making this yesterdays photo too. so i have two yesterday photos. generous.
just an unfinished canvas from waay last summer.
if you squint, everything looks beautiful. i wish we could squint forever
Selby Abbey
Situated in the north aisle of the abbey and up a set of steps. This is what the plaque on the steps says.
The Leper ‘Squint’
Please climb the steps carefully.
Look down the Leper ‘Squint’ and see how leper’s we’re allowed to take their turn peering through the narrow 9 feet 6.5 inch (2886mm) long hole. During medieval times the ‘squint’ provided the only view the poor, disfigured victims on leprosy could have of the high Altar from outside the abbey.
They were not allowed to mix with the rest of the congregation for fear of spreading the loprosy disease.
The other end of the squint is now in the Latham Chapel.
The Latham Chapel is now the cafe area, just off the north transept.
Thank you for your visit and your comments, they are greatly appreciated.
A recent transfer from McGill's of Greenock (whose name can still be made out on the front if one squints hard enough) to help oust Bluebird Orion-bodied Fiat Ducatos & to operate newly awarded SPT tendered routes is Solo SR YD63 VFC (53551; ex-McGill's C7806).
One of the aforementioned tendered routes that's been awarded (re-awarded in this particular case) is the 59 (City Centre - Mosspark via Dumbreck), after a 6 year spell with McGill's of Greenock. 551 is caught making it's way around sickly B7TL 32616 headed south for Mosspark.
Photo Date: 5th August 2018
Tour of Cambridge 2016
An authentic Gran Fondo is a mass participation cycle sport competition organised like a bike race at the front and a leisure ride at the back.
Cosmo the Kitty again.
I just uploaded about 30 photos at once, because I just had a "project" to finish for holiday gifts. Many are family photos from over the last few months and shots that slipped through the cracks somehow.
Latest , Best of the Past Year, Most Interesting, Best and Random Sets.
This issue is from Norman Osborn's perspective.
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There's something awful lurking beneath my skin. It only rears its head when I use the abilities that Oz gave me. Turning into the very thing that I despise just for that is far from a decent trade-off. Actually, it's more along the lines of a curse. A curse that can't be broken. I can't cure this condition on my own and I refuse to allow anyone to know what I have become. Asking for help is out of the question. There are only two options left: contain the beast or kill myself. Which will it be, which will it be?
I've decided. "Here, please."
The limousine I'm in eases to a stop at my command. The driver knows better than to question my request to part in such an odd location.
"When and where shall I pick you up, sir?" he asks.
"I will be waiting at this exact location in an hour."
"Understood, sir."
The limousine speeds off. Once it has left my line of sight, I start walking. Eventually, I make it to a small shop. DiMaggio's Masks.
Suicide will remain a last resort. I fear that ridding this body of my consciousness will give whatever is inside the opportunity to claw its way out permanently.
I push open the mask shop's door and a bell rings. A television is playing behind the front counter.
"Vigilantism in Queens? Yesterday a hostage situation at HORIZON was single-handedly dissolved by a masked man. With us is Elizabeth Warren, one of the escaped hostages and a firsthand witness of the events that unfolded. Mrs. Warren, please give the audience your account."
"None of us are sure how he got in the building without anyone, including the man that was holding us hostage, noticing. As crazy as it seems, the only logical explanation is that he came through a window on the floor of the building that—"
The owner of the shop struggles to turn off the television when he realizes that he has a customer, but eventually presses the correct button. It's a shame, I wanted to hear more. It sounds like my itsy bitsy spider is finally making waves. I need to catch up.
After a few seconds of squinting, the owner seems to recognize me and smooths down his shirt. "Hello, welcome to DiMaggio's Masks. May I be of assistance?"
"No, I'd just like to browse."
I walk around the store and look at the selection of masks. They're all well-made products, but only one catches my eye. It bears a resemblance to the vile thing hiding inside of me. The mask's tag has "Goblin" scribbled on the side opposite of the price. I believe it will suit my purposes.
I pull the mask off of the rack it was displayed on and walk back to the counter. "Mr. DiMaggio, right?"
The owner nods.
"Your masks are pieces of art. It's unfortunate that it had to be you." I say in a hushed voice, while pulling a blade out of my jacket. I thrust it into his chest with all of my might and immediately pull it back out. Blood seeps out of various different cavities as he falls to the floor. "Thank you for your help."
I pull the goblin mask over my head and let out a cackle. The irony here is priceless! I'm keeping the creature at bay by covering it with something else that's ugly. The difference being that looking at this mask is at least a thousand times more pleasurable than seeing what's behind it.
I trot out of the shop with the mask still on, leaving Mr. DiMaggio's body behind for his next customer to find.
Definitely NOT squinching ;-) www.youtube.com/watch?v=ff7nltdBCHs
Strobist info: shot with Fujifilm x100s with ND filter on - one 430EX flash at 1/2 power in shoot thru umbrella top camera left.
ODC-Not Perfect
Well, I think she's just perfect but she was closing her eyes when I snapped this. That sun was so bright!
I've squinted into the distance here to see whats coming round the bend but not taken a photo - here is 66613 on 6G65 Hope - Walsall cement.
Woman squinting her eyes against the sun while enjoying the afternoon at the water and having a juice.
Because some things about Star Wars will always be cool, no matter how much the Prequels and the EU shit all over the franchise.
A little just-for-fun build I did after scoring the 9492 TIE Fighter set on clearance, and figured I'd make a TIE Interceptor MOC out of it to stick on my shelf.
from a few weeks back when my daughter and I met Joanne for an evening meal.
Pity I am squinting I blame the flash :-)
Well most likely wont repeat this until the new year,
I really hope next year is as special as this one has been I have met sooooooo many really lovely people, had more than a few great nights out with the odd day thrown in. and had a great time hanging out with Abby my wonderful friend and daughter.