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The Swans were terribly distant, so this is not a quality shot, but the posture of two of thw Swans was very appealing.
Bombay Hook NWR, Delaware.
We weren't in the basin terribly long (by photography standards - I still did a fair amount of "one more thing") since we parked a ways up the road and wanted to get out before dark. But most of the time we were there we had the space to ourselves, and it was just fantastic to take in.
This was not staged, my cousin didn't even realize he was in my shot at first. 😄
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I miss my homestead sim terribly - and my ancient furnishings, to the point where I rarely log in anymore. I took this just before I gave up the sim because I could no longer afford the tier. So many really old SL items in here. I love the painting of the Cat and the Whale. :)
Let's see if I can come up with 13 things about me without boring ya'll....
1. I am perpetually 12. Today we had a guy come in because our printer is squeaking and as soon as he says it needs lubrication, I can only think terribly tacky thoughts.
2. I love Howard Stern. Love, love, love him. I listen to his show and just adore Howard and love the celebrity interviews.
3. I am goofy, goofy, goofy. I even make myself laugh when I am alone. It cracks me up. I think I have always been this way?
4. I love my family and friends so much it hurts. They are the most important thing in my life. My mommy is so dear to me. I cannot even think about not having her and my poppa around to call and annoy each day so I won't. My husband and I have been together for almost 15 years and I love him to death. He compliments me daily and treats me so well. I am a really lucky girl.
5. I always said I wasn't going to have kids. I ended up changing my mind and was sick the ENTIRE 9 months. I thought that pretty much guaranteed me a quiet, perfect baby but nooo....I got one that cried every day, all day for 7 months. Having said that, I got the coolest fucking kid ever. I love her to pieces. She is my little buddy and I cannot even imagine life without her. Her, my honey and I are our sweet, little party of 3. We have soo much fun together.
6. I only have one child and have no desire for more. Some people seem to have a problem with that. Some lady in line at Cost Plus asked me if I had more and when I said no, she said, "How can you do that to her?" I am upset that I did not sock her in the throat when I think about that...
*my kid is calling me outside to have an easter egg hunt she has prepared, so I shall return*
7. My best friend is so dear to me and we have tons of really amazing coincidences. Both of us lost brothers named Mark when they were 30 and they were both nicknamed Sparky. I live way too far from her and I love her to death. It hurts that I can't see her more often.
8. Losing my brother really made me appreciate life. I will never, ever forget the day he told me he would give anything to do what he always complained about before he got sick. I really just feel so lucky to be alive each day.
9. I cannot stand the saying, "everything happens for a reason" - it actually makes me angry. I like: things happen.
10. Organized religion somehow makes me uncomfortable. I do believe in a higher power and feel that I am an extremely spriitual person and hope that there is some sort of afterlife because the thought of everything just going black when I die makes me start sweating. weird.
11. I never went to a 4 year college and it is one of my biggest regrets. The ironic thing is that I now work at a college. I love my job, though, and am happy to be where I am. I have this dream of going back to school when my baby is older and being the old lady graduating with all the young kids. I hope to still be cool then?
12. Photography has just turned into one of the greatest things in my life. I always saw the beauty in everything, but now it is amplified by 1000. I see everything as a potential photo. Flickr is just the coolest thing ever and I can't imagine my life without this site and all you cool people here whom I have grown to love.
13. I am a lefty. I am also a Leo which is probably no surprise.
xxoo Life is Good <3
Seen on my garden feeder the other day. Taken from behind double glazed windows in terribly dark conditions.
Here is an experimental one for you from Luang Prabang. How do you think?
Terribly noisy and soft, shot on a modest Nikon D300 in 2009 and what was a medium quality camera then is quite low quality by today's standards. And if the digital near beginner that I was back then leaves the tripod in the guesthouse and shoots at ISO 3200 then the outcome is well ... crazy colour and noisy like mad with fine details e.g. in the lizards lost.
But i like the composition and the scene and shadows are unique. If you enjoy to see some more of these temple shadow experiments then kindly fave or comment accordingly. Cheers and happy shooting.
The temple I believe is Wat Pak Khan originally built in 1773, but this scene here was likely a side building not the main temple, as the door is not richly carved or painted and there is a simple chain and padlock in the front.
What the purpose or symbolism of the 'face' feature is I do not know, never seen anything like this elsewhere. Perhaps it's a spout similar in purpose to gothic gargoyles? If anyone knows more about this then please comment. Thank you
☞ more from Luang Prabang and along the Mekong
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Music: Black Mountain - No Satisfaction
I am so terribly sorry to bother you with a FLOWER-shot (again)... I had a very similiar one about a month ago, though it's on a completely different spot, with even different poppies, though they look pretty much the same around the world. I do like the row of poppies here, but I also think that it's nothing too spectecular... I like to take a lot of darkish urbex shots, but i am reluctant with fields and flowers :-)
Tomorrow I wanna follow Ivo's advice and take my camera everywhere I go which will be the uni in my case. More exams are to follow so the uni will be the place I'll spend a lot of time the next 3 weeks.
I am already looking forward to my trip to the East very soon cause i can refill my vault again with a better variety of shots, than of stupid fields :-)
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I can only recommend your brown_pelican's stream, cause she has not only some very good flower shots, but also some very cool textures free to use!!!
Things often go terribly wrong at the rehearsal. Then, on the day of the performance, they say, everything should be alright. But was it? Fuji X-E2 plus Mitakon Speedmaster at approx. F11.
Anzio, 1944:
"I don't know if I am terribly lucky or unlucky. There is always a major risk trying a new vehicle in combat for the first time. It could destroy the enemy with ease, or be obliterated within a minute. The T70, or M18 as it's now known, is a rather fun machine to drive. It's very fast and handles quite well. However, that come at the price of armor. It's so thin, I think the Germans could punch through it with their fists! As we depart for the beach, my heart starts to pound quicker. Even though there is little shooting at the moment, I know it will only be a matter of time before shells start sailing past us. I pray to the Lord above that today my M18 works like an angel. Of death that is!
I've always wanted to do a scene with this beast, but never got around to it. Hope you enjoy this little one I whipped together!
A trio of well kept Rolls Royce beauties at the "Terribly British" display day.
(1/3) the youngest?
(2/3) the middle one?
(3/3) the oldest?
I'd have no idea on the years of each.
Parkes, Australian Capital Territory, Australia.
A nice Jaguar XK120 Drophead in black.
Seen at the "Terribly British" display day.
Parkes, Australian Capital Territory, Australia.
Dedicated to my dear sister, Peggy whom I miss terribly. We usually spend at least a week with each other in our home provinces of Alberta. This year due to COVID19, that has been shelved for 2020. Here is a link to her photos: flic.kr/p/2jr4Y9W
One of two photos taken this afternoon when I walked over to to our neighbourhood park.
Thanks for visiting, stay healthy, happy and hopeful. #BeKind
for the Textures for Layers challenge #55 "Autumn by the tracks"
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Nothing terribly fancy, I keep a cut flower garden and this Cosmo always looks wonderful on the long airy stems as they move in the breeze.
Am I being terribly naughty and teasing with all these spring pictures when it's still snowing for some of you? I hope spring finds you soon.... :)
Thinking of how terribly cold it is lately, the coming Valentines day and wondering why that occasion is not during Spring or possibly Fall...
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Not Terribly Good Club
One for Lance
No matter how quick we might be, they are just that little faster≥
Just before this one dived, it lowered its neck and body into the water, so I knew it was about to go...
Another heroic failure for the Not Terribly Good Club
FINALLY! I did the pink this afternoon. I was terribly upset wen I saw it after I dried it. It's too pale. I wanted a darker, brighter hot pink. I almost cried from frustration because of all the work I put into it and then for it to not come out right. In some places it's kind of orangey. After sitting with it for a while, I've decided that it's not as awful as I thought it was. I still ordered this though, and I can't wait til it comes in. The picture at the bottom of the page is what I want. And I know my eyebrows kind of throw it off a bit, but I'm going to fix them when I get the Manic Panic dye.
Does it look really bad? Honestly?
he didn't die in the war
he didn't do anything terribly exciting in the war (though he was apparently working on some secret project he wasn't allowed to tell us about)
he was stationed in Iceland and he made it out alive-hooray!
I just watched the neatest documentary on
The Canadian Army Film and Photo Unit who scooped the world on the major events of the Second World War in Europe: the invasion of Sicily, the D-Day landing and the liberation of Paris. The CFPU shot the first feature documentary while under fire, and captured the only footage shot of an action leading to a Victoria Cross. The story is told by the men who shot the film. It was called Shooters and is on TVO at 2 am Tuesday if you can't sleep
There's a short clip from it online plus you can buy the dvd here
I can't stop thinking about Robert Latimer, who's serving time in prison just a few miles away from me.
Canadian readers will recognize his name right away. For those who don't, Latimer is a farmer from Saskatchewan who, 14 years ago, killed his daughter.
Tracy had been born with severe brain damage and had (according to doctors) the mental capacity of an infant. She was also quadriplegic, had a terribly twisted spine and was wracked by almost constant bouts of vomiting and seizures. She could not eat, walk, speak or even communicate, although... apparently, she did seem to register some respite from her awful pain when her father rocked her in his arms.
Tracy's life was marked by many surgeries, each designed to help alleviate her pain. She had metal rods implanted in her back. Etc. etc. And... for 12 years... her family did everything for her. Fed her, bathed her, cleaned her, tended to her nearly endless medical needs... made her the centre of their universe. But could not escape the fact that she was... by their own reckoning, as well as that of medical experts... suffering horribly, with absolutely no kind of "cure" or relief in sight. In fact, as the family and her doctors were well aware, Tracy's condition was degenerative. The longer she lived, the worse it would get, and the more pain she would have to experience.
Robert Latimer said the family could not bear to sustain Tracy's suffering any more, after 12 years. One day, he wrapped her in blankets, placed her in the cab of his truck and then filled it with carbon monoxide.
He never denied killing his daughter. By all accounts, it was a family decision. Tracy was in so much pain that she could not sleep. Her skin was breaking down. She was losing more and more weight. And facing yet another surgery - one that would have involved the removal of a large chunk of one of her legs. At trial, the surgeon testified that the operation would have been excruciatingly painful... and that the pain would have been long term. On top of that, as her body continued to deteriorate, she would face more surgeries... each of which would only prolong her pain.
So Robert Latimer did what he felt was the right thing. He never denied it. But he also never said he regretted it.
Sentenced to life in prison, he was last week given the chance (after serving seven years) to apply for day parole.
The National Parole Board turned him down. Why? Because... in their esteemed opinion... he poses "an undue risk to society." They also made clear that they might have ruled differently... had Latimer renounced his actions. But he stands by what he did. And so he stays in prison.
In denying his application, one of the parole board members said (as have many of Latimer's opponents) that ending Tracy's life "was not his decision to make." That it was "not his place" to judge the quality (or lack thereof) of Tracy's life.
Which raises the question. If not her parents, her family, the people who were with her, and cared for her, 24/7.... if it's not their place, then whose place is it to decide such a thing for someone who cannot speak for herself?
No, we can't leave it up to parents on their own. But... c'mon. At a time in our society when the dominant trend is aging... when technologies exist to extend lives with questionable results... is it not time we looked at having some kind of mechanism to fairly and humanely deal with such cases?
Why could we not have some esteemed panel, resident perhaps in our health authorities, with the expertise and compassion and open-mindedness to consider such cases and render decisions through an instrument not so blunt as criminal law?
Why could a family like the Latimers not have some options? What right does "society" have to force a person with severe disabilities to keep undergoing surgery after surgery, knowing there is no hope of relief, let alone recovery?
I am not advocating the blanket right of parents to mercy-kill their children, or husbands their wives, or any such thing. But I do think it's time we faced this reality and offered people in this horrific situation more than just the options of live with it or spend the rest of your life in prison.
Not Terribly Good Club. Another Heroic Failure
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Who would have guessed when the bird jumped, and I pressed the shutter that a branch would grow in the way. :-)
‘I have been terribly tired for several days, but that too will pass. Things come and go in a deeper rhythm, and people must be taught to listen; it is the most important thing we have to learn in this life.’
-Etty Hillesum
Instantly recognisable, the Morris Minor, in the four-door saloon variant.
I'd guess one of the Australian built models around 1960!
At the "Terribly British" display day.
Parkes, Australian Capital Territory, Australia.
Black-shouldered Kite
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The Kite dropped a little in its trajectory to sweep up on to the branch.
“It takes a terribly long time to get some of it through routine censorship of the Order. Sometimes because the censor has rigid and fanatical views, and sometimes because he just can’t face the possibility that a monk should be interested in a public issue. We are supposed, no doubt, to be in a permanent moral coma”…
. . . the voice which was shouting, momentarily, about peace, has been told to shut up. . . . the order came in not to print or publish anything more on topics “not befitting a contemplative monk.” Apparently the most crucial problems, and the struggle with the demon, these are out of range of a contemplative monk. I was told it would be all right if I prayed over these matters, however. (6.4.62 HGL 18)
-The Hidden Ground of Love: The Letters of Thomas Merton on Religious Experience and Social Concerns
Continuing with this series here's the next spot on our chase of day seven of the American Association of Private Railroad Car Owners (AAPRCO) Autumn Explorer VI that saw the special train travel north from St. Johnsbury to Orleans then back south to Bellow Falls via VRS' Washington County Railroad, the former Canadian Pacific and Boston and Maine Conn River mainline.
This shot was the second priority for me for this chase after the Crystal Lake shot and it too worked out fabulously. They are rolling south past Morrison's Custom Feeds mill at about MP L53.2 on modern day VRS Washington County Railroad Lyndonville Sub. I really like this scene because the track here reminds me of those old photos of the Milwaukee Road branchlines in the Dakotas back in the 1970s that had to be mowed. I had gotten terribly CFed when I tried this a few years ago: flic.kr/p/2oX4BaP so this was a wonderful redemption.
As for the railroad, the Connecticut and Passumpsic Rivers Railroad first arrived here in 1850 when their line was extended from Wells River to St. Johnsbury. In 1857 they continued the line north to Barton, then in 1863 they built on to Newport and finally to the Canadian border in 1867. The railroad operated independently until 1887 when it was leased by the Boston and Lowell only six months before the B&L itself was leased to the Boston and Maine which affected practical control from then on. In 1926 when the B&M leased the line north of Wells River to the Canadian Pacific which ultimately bought it outright in 1946.
The CPR ruled this line for another half century until retrenching in 1996 when they sold the Newport and Lyndonville Subs to Iron Roads Railways which created the new Northern Vermont Railway which took over on September 28th of that year. The Iron Roads system was bankrupt within a half dozen years and the NV ceased to exist with the Lyndonville Sub and the former Boston and Maine Conn River Mainline between Newport and White River Junction being purchased by the State of Vermont and contracted to Vermont Rail System's Washington County Railroad Subsidiary. The WACR is now at the two decade mark operating the 103 mile line while the Newport Sub north into Canada passed to succesors Montreal, Maine and Atlantic and then Central Maine and Quebec until remarkably returning to the CP fold in 2020 when they purchased the CMQ.
The train is led by VTR 206 a GP38-3 blt. Oct. 1969 as SOU 2718 and originally a high nosed straight GP38. Trailing is VTR 313, a GP40FH-2 that was rebuilt from original NYC GP40 3078 blt. 8-67 for New Jersey Transit commuter service. She later ended up working for Iowa Pacific on their assorted passenger operations until that company went belly up and then was purchased in the bankruptcy auction by VRS in 2020.
See prior posts to learn more about the history of the line and for a roster of the cars participating in this trip.
Barnet, Vermont
Friday October 10, 2025
Some people are so at ease with the self-portrait , I found it terribly difficult . Practice with the flash and the texture is smoke I photographed coming through a beam of light .
Or, "All for Nothing # 32".
A secret lift leading to a secret car park... It was this terribly rickety, loud thing that felt more like a service lift for staff behind-the-scenes than something for us to use. I perhaps felt we might be kidnapped or told off (but then, don't I always feel a little like that?)
As little more than a tourist, it does feel strange to find yourself in an unlikely place like a car park- it feels 'wrong', and a world away from the extremely-accessible routes between tourist traps and famous places.
The university opposite was somewhere to get lost in on our trip, although after a week we knew the ins-and-outs, just about.
Extra information: Just to the right, out of shot, was Tony Stark's giant mustache.
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April 2016: The trip of a lifetime to China... that didn't go so well. These are my photographs that I was able to take in the fewer, happier moments.
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These blue and yellow flowers are actually really bad weeds in NSW....Patterson's Curse ( Echium plantagineum,) and Fire weed (Senecio madagascariensis). but they are pretty. Wallaby Rocks near Sofala in NSW.
Last Sunday I wandered through the park. It was terribly hot and stuffy. It gathered for the storm that came in the afternoon.
When I saw the monument in this light I knew I had to photograph it.
It is a monument of a revolutionary act referring to the insurgent uprising of the inhabitants of Lodz (Poles, Jews, Russians and Germans and other nationalities) against the tsarist occupant and some of the manufacturers. in 1905. It was a step towards the recovery of Polishness and future freedom.
This lighting played in my mind with the past history.
Today, while entering into the SuperMarket, I felt terribly flowersick, missing the touch and the presence, and the scent of real lovely blooms!! So, I bought myself a bouquet of real flowers, being sold in there !! I chose one having yellow and golden shades, being expressed by beautiful Gerberas, Lilies, and Dahlias!
Then , coming back home and arranging the Beauties in a vase, I fell in love once again by the striking details of the Divine Art on them! But although I took many photos, the most of them were blurred or not reaching certain standards. Only these ones I am sharing with you here , were quite descriptive of that magnificent Divine Art on them!
( She is truly GORGEOUS seen LARGE!)
For Macro Mondays theme of Orange, this little clockwork RNLI Lifeboat is 2-2.5" long.
One for Hans Holt, hope you're feeling better soon!
Photographed in tissue paper in front of an image of tough seas at Newhaven on the screen.
I had though of setting it adrift on the pond, but it didn't seem terribly up to the conditions!
Hello terribly cliché photo :p
Well, I have absolutely no inspiration for today and it was easy to do. The light was going because this was my second idea...my first was terrible and failed. Wish I'd edited it differently now, though! Despite today being seriously boring, it actually went so quick which equates to my kind of school day. XD
I wanted to thank all of you who advised me on my 2nd DSLR on my previous photo - hopefully to be decided soon! Thanks again and again! See you all tomorrow :-)
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Continuing with the Bromance theme:
If I was forced to pick a favorite image from my own "portfolio", this would be it. Most times, I'm not terribly thrilled with my photographic results. My usual workflow goes something like: Shoot image. Edit image. Like image. Go check my contact's images on Flickr. Realize how much better they are than mine. Go back and dislike image. There are a handful of photographers on Flickr who I KNOW are going to produce outstanding shots on a consistent basis. One of the folks at the top of that list is Jesse Estes
The most astonishing part of Jesse's high quality of work is that he is self-taught. I just don't know how people can produce such artistically sublime imagery without lots of instruction. I guess some talent is just pure.
Of all the incredible images that Jesse has shared with us in his photostream, one literally dropped my jaw to the floor and sucked all the air out of my lungs. OH MY GOD CHECK THIS OUT!! THIS image will stand the test of time as one of the most wonderful I've ever seen, because it was my introduction to a truly magical spot on earth. I think I sent Jesse a note expressing the enormity of my admiration.
Fast forward to last winter, and imagine my sheer delight when Jesse invited me to make the trek in to see this corner of the Gorge that he worked so hard to find. He warned me it would be tough to get to. I figured I'm a pretty big guy, so how tough could it be? It was tough to get to.
I liked Jesse instantly. He's a true gentleman; soft spoken with kind eyes and a relaxed demeanor. You couldn't ask for a better guide, as Jesse was constantly attentive to make sure that I hadn't been swept to my death by the strong current and ice-slick rocks. To reach this spot in the winter requires several crossings of some extremely swift water, at times approaching the cold-sensitive bellybutton on my 6'5" frame. Ever the gentleman, Jesse would always position himself upstream of me to break the current as we struggled across..... of course now that I think of it with a non-frozen mind, he was probably thinking "One wrong step, and I'm going for a nasty, cold, LONG, dangerous ride. I'll bet that fat guy downstream of me will make an excellent raft". Make no mistake, it was treacherous.
I've been back to this spot several times since this first incredible day, thinking that I wanted to see it with its spring green coat. The crossing gets MUCH easier as spring takes hold, but the mood changes as well, and I've found that the character of the place slips downstream with the diminished water flow.
After a few hours of uneasy footing and freezing adventure, sprinkled with some wonderful conversation, we rounded the corner into this amphitheater of moss and atmosphere. In short, the place delivers. I'll never be able to fully thank you, Jesse, for sharing this wonderful morning with me. It definitely marks the high water mark (pun intended) of my short shooting "career", and I suspect it will be many many years before I'm able to replicate the sense of awe that befell me that day.
I'm off, Flickr friends. A little work followed by a week long vacation/phototrip. If I get eaten by a bear, I wanted this to be my last image posted. Luckily, the way I see it, I don't need to actually outrun any bears, I just need to outrun Steve Turner.
I guess I'm not supposed to put my website address here, so it's in My Profile if anyone cares.
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Without getting terribly political, there are times when the World needs the support of the United States of America. We are quickly approaching one of those times. Too bad our Administration just doesn't get it....
Inspired by the terribly long line at the post office today. I started daydreaming (as I often do when I'm stuck in a line of people) and started to think of all the ways we've sent messages as humans....birds, smoke signals, telegrams, email, text, skype....and then I came up with this idea which I think is a companion to this photo from a while back :)
Sorry friends!!!
For last one month I remained terribly upset, cause I had lost on of my very close friends on September 20, 2020, with whom I had countless memories of travelling and trekking.
I missed many of your posts, and I myself wasn't in a mood to share my photos and make comments on your photos. Gradually I'm trying my best to be more or less regular again.
Silvery Autumn...
Kans grass is known as Kashphool in Bengali! These inflorescence in Autumn bring the messages of the greatest festival of Bengal --Durga Puja.