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This big sweet lug was found greeting customers at CVS/pharmacy where I work on Christmas Eve. I called the shelter and asked them to hold him for the required 72hrs in case his family was looking for him. Well, no one called...so the shelter told me his time was up. So, now he's here and I just may have an American Pit Bull Terrier dog rescue to take him. They specialize in placement of these bully breed dogs and are much better suited to the task than I. In the mean time, he's getting along great with all of our dogs (YAY!), he's awesome with people of all ages, and is just generally a well-behaved guy.
We're taking name ideas for him!!!
Temporarily back-burnered while I complete the Shrug. Finished the bodice, have to work on the sleeves and the collar. I thought this would never be done...
AESOP | IVE Group/AFI, 162 Collins St, Melbourene VIC | August 1, 2023 | © Mark Avellino Photography
AESOP | IVE Group/AFI, 162 Collins St, Melbourene VIC | August 1, 2023 | © Mark Avellino Photography
temporary toilets at "warszawa stadion" station in district praga during building national stadium in warsaw for euro 2012 poland ukraine
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AESOP | IVE Group/AFI, 162 Collins St, Melbourene VIC | August 2, 2023 | © Mark Avellino Photography
AESOP | IVE Group/AFI, 162 Collins St, Melbourene VIC | August 2, 2023 | © Mark Avellino Photography
AESOP | IVE Group/AFI, 162 Collins St, Melbourene VIC | August 2, 2023 | © Mark Avellino Photography
-- Black-bellied plovers, western sandpipers, and a short-billed dowitcher, Samish Bay, Skagit County, WA
The Cicada has a lovely song. It is easily identifiable and lovely to hear.
Cicadas live underground as nymphs for most of their lives, at depths ranging from about 30 cm (1 ft) down to 2.5 m (about 8.5 ft). The nymphs feed on root juice and have strong front legs for digging.
In the final nymphal instar, they construct an exit tunnel to the surface and emerge. They then molt (shed their skins) on a nearby plant for the last time and emerge as adults. The abandoned exoskeleton remains, still clinging to the bark of trees.
ANSH Scavenger23 "Temporary"
Temporary classrooms at Pibor Boys Primary School in South Sudan, constructed by Plan International and have a life span of up to 5 years.
I have a lot of random hair lying around so I rolled up soem dreads. It's a lot of work and my hands are tired from just making these few and hot too! PHEW!
♢ The Native Soul Collection Temporary Tattoos shot amongst the dark rocks of Portinatx, Ibiza earlier this year ♢ #ibiza #photoshoot #temporarytattoos #portinatx #drawingonpeople #illustration #skinillustration #portinatx
This little triangle of grass with a few trees on it, becomes an island whenever there's a heavy rainfall; the stream floods the asphalt paths around it, and it becomes impassible without waterproof boots. Annoying when you have on running shoes. Ah well. It's my only real complaint about the layout of Mill Pond Park; they should find a way to prevent this part of it from flooding.
Richmond Hill, Ontario.
Morrisons' store at Penrith suffered a big fire a few days ago. Not wishing to lose more business than they have to, they are now in the process of erecting a new, temporary store in the car park, while rebuilding the original store goes on behind it.
I had a different upbringing to my Dad. I was brought up on a street, not a farm. Farming was something Dad did during the evenings and on weekends and my brother, sister and I would help out from time to time. Farming didn't mean much to me and wasn't something that I took much interest in, nor did it prey heavily... but it always niggled in the back of my mind.
I moved to Cardiff to study for some time and on returning home, I was constantly noticing changes. At that time, there was a strong sense of depression within the industry. I knew the area would change gradually, but this was happening at such a rate that the realisation suddenly hit me that things could be very different the next time I'd come home.
One place in particular became a site to reflect on what was happening - Dad's temporary shed. He's a tenant farmer and so can't construct permanent buildings on the land he rents. Even though this is a temporary structure, this place has witnessed his work... So I took to documenting - in as much detail as possible - what was happening under its plastic hood.
Here is where we do the lambing in the spring, keep the hay and straw bales in the summer and autumn... and it proves a good shelter for the sheep in winter. The shed's also full of tools and objects, lined up like artifacts in a museum or sculptures in a gallery - objects that have witnessed better times. I often think what fate lies in store for this place.
My Dad continued in the tradition, following what my family has always done. I know I'll never be a farmer and even though I now work and live in the city, I'll always carry around that same strong sense of belonging to the land.