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Is this West Yorkshire Metro's worst, temporary bus stop!!
Vandalised, with half the sticker missing, if you were on your own, standing here, you'd be lucky if the driver saw you. It doesn't inspire confidence amongst prospective travellers to wait here!!
The local Goldfinches are still pretty intolerant and feisty, but there are so many of them around and they can not have to look at each other much, so that the sock is collecting a half dozen or so at times now.
NO INVITES OR ICONS PLEASE
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone.
Another new mom and dad,another school,
Another house that'll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place...
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world."
"This is our temporary home.
It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."
Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don't cry for me,
I'll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face."
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know... this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home...
So apparently Majhost is broken!
This'll be here 'till I can get it on there.
Brian was trying to find original were-creatures. This is one of them. The only part I drew is the big drawing of the guy transforming. XD
The streetcars at the temporary terminus of Napoleon and St Charles during the first weekend of operation since Katrina. 2007
Seattle City Light re-established a temporary barge landing and access road for heavy equipment access to Ross Powerhouse.
Temporary classrooms as the school is being renovated. The placement over a sports field with lines created an illusion of
a designated separation. This view resonated with me; the line in the middle strongly resembled DMZ (www.flickr.com/photos/hanuska/6027547570).
When we were finally taken to a "room" in the ER, we were led outside and into a temporary facility. I suspect this may have been set up in 2020 when Covid was new.
It finally happened. Most of our vacations have been relatively pain-free other than the occasional bee sting, scrape or bruise.
Not this time.
Mom fell in the shower at the hotel. She hit her hip, wrist and the back of her head. Once we managed to get her out of the tub, we went to a local urgent care. They X-rayed her wrist and proclaimed it broken, but they also wanted us to go the emergency room to get her head checked. They put a splint on her arm (which Mom hated) and sent us on our way.
We spent the rest of the day in the ER.
They scanned her head and took more X-rays of her arm.
Eventually, they said her head injury was not serious and her wrist was not broken. They believed the urgent care misread the film and were actually seeing evidence of her break from the 1960s. They took the splint off! We kept the ace bandages and sling and put Mom back in the simple wrist brace she usually carries.
The temporary library at Harewood House will close on Thursday 29 January at 2pm.
It will open in its new home on the Ridgeway on Monday 2 February at 2pm
More details on the library website.
Need to level the floor and still work in here, so have to get everything up off the floor, including my old Ikea desk.
The rut is on, but these two bucks seem to have struck a truce and decided to graze and coexist a bit. Bucks get exhausted during the rut, sleeping and eating little. A few marks are visible on these deer from sparring and fighting. They better get back in that timber, Oklahoma rifle season is opening and not everyone hunts with a Canon.
RAW, PS Elements.
I didn't want anyone to think we'd let our cats continue to live in such inhumane conditions as portrayed in my recent photo. We went out and got them the biggest basket we could find. At their current growth rate, this will fit them for maybe two months if we're lucky.
This dock leads to an islet [it's what the sign said 0.o] but it was temporarily closed! ): I remember this it was pretty sweet to be standing on an island looking at an island...
The tooth in the dead center of the picture is no tooth at all, but the temporary crown I will have until April 3. My strong jaw and strong bite had worn the enamel on the molar right down to the dentin.
I spend much of my time exploring the countryside surrounding my home deep in Northamptonshire.
These highly individual and unique landscapes are my interpretation of the wetlands, forests, valleys and public footpaths of this ‘forgotten’ shire. Northamptonshire is place steeped in history and beauty, which I have accessed in order to create these paintings. The acrylic compositions are sometimes representative of real places but are also distillations of memories and ideas about what a landscape means to me.
I work by developing ideas in a sketchbook and taking photographs before moving onto canvas or specially prepared papier-mâché, impasto surfaces. Although my ideas are planned in a sketchbook – colours, textures, patterns and successive layers occur in a natural, intuitive way. This reflects the idea of a journey or walk through a landscape observing the sights around you. Every following visit adds a new layer to the aesthetic.
Through repeated visits to areas of special interest and then making artworks about them I have become more fascinated and inspired by their beauty. The works focus on how the countryside evolves and is shaped by human action through time.
As with many of my contemporaries my interests and concerns also lie with the state of the environment. The pollution of the environment and the disappearing countryside are elements, which can overwhelmingly seem out of normal peoples control. For this reason the paintings can be seen as memories or fading dreams of lands without roads, noise or other pollution. But I hope that these landscape paintings represent an optimistic reminder of natural beauty in the world that makes us feel free and truly ourselves.
Jamie Poole
2007
Website: www.jamie-poole.co.uk
Temporary storage of suspect contaminated soil and debris encountered during construction of the stormwater system.