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When you think of Coffs Harbour residential, what probably pops into mind is the green and white trucks used by Handybin Waste. However, before this company became fully responsible for the Coffs Coast regional contract, Cleanaway was in charge of the domestic garbage and recycling services in Coffs Harbour City Council. A neat fleet of blue Formark International side loaders with divided bodies was used to empty the yellow lidded split bins on a weekly basis... different from all the Richards stuff out there at the time! Firstly we have a rare offside shot available of one of these units, but secondly this also must be the only 2350G ACCO I’ve seen paired up with a Formark (maybe not original but). I had the joy of witnessing a few machines come and go during a brief visit to the Englands Rd waste management centre on the 04/05 summer holidays, just too bad 11 year old Mitch didn't get more pictures!
He’s so much happier now. I spent a magical weekend with him, brainstorming about philanthropy.
It was off the record, to allow for unfettered speech, so I can’t dive into details, but I can share my overall impression: he is incredibly well read, his fanatic intensity has diffused out to a wide circle of empathy and scope of influence, and he happily dives deep into random topics we raised — from astrobiology to atheism to Africa.
And then we went to see Waiting for Superman.
Photo by Omar Wasow
...Bay?
Yesterday, I was talking to my friend Ana (www.flickr.com/photos/67745147@N07/), about the names. She said "when I watch movies, I keep listening to the names", and then I tought in all the TV shows I watch. I remembered "Switched at Brith", that I watched earlier, and said "she looks like Bay, doesn't she? haha"
Sooo... I'm asking you... What do you think about "Bay"? Thank you :3333
Huh, I'm going on a trip and come back just on Monday =/ But I'll try to post at least one more pic for you. I think I'm taking Luka with me.
Bye~~
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Então... eu tava falando com a Ana (www.flickr.com/photos/67745147@N07/) sobre os nomes. Ela disse que ela assiste os filmes e fica prestando atenção nos nomes, e daí eu pensei em todos os programas que eu assisto. Aí, eu lembrei do "Switched at Birth", que eu tinha assistido mais cedo, e disse "ela tem cara de Bay..."
Mas entãaao... quero a opinião de vocês... o que vocês acham de Bay?
Mas agora, na foto, ela não parece com Bay, mimimi.
Ahh, eu vouv iajar agora, depois do almoço, eu acho, e só volto na segunda =/
Mas vou tentar colocar pelo menos uma foto de Ano Novo.. acho que a Luka vai comigo (:
táa, tchau!
- xo, Julia.
I prefer it when I have time to think about the outfit I'm going to wear for the day. Sometimes, I just grab the first thing that comes to hand, but today I worked it all out which makes the outfit more pleasurable to wear :-)
It's early days, but I think I'm doing alright!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbO3daDdIDA
The new lighter blonde wig is champagne rooted and is the same style as the one I have worn in the last two years. I really like the style but have never gone this light - do you think it suits me? I will take a better / close up photo with this colour soon.
PLEASE give the video and my you tube channel in general some support - it's my FIFTEENTH anniversary coming up on 23rd April 2022!
“So um...what are you drinking?” Peter inquired
“Oh...champagne...I think? I haven’t ever done this before” Gwen replied
“You’re drinking?”
“Gotta get rid of the blues somehow…”
“The blues?”
“You act as if the breakup was easy for me”
“I vaguely remember you dumping me.”
“Peter I...I didn’t want to break up with you.”
“Then why did you do it, Gwen? Why did you leave?”
“I did it because I was tired of being hurt. I loved you, Peter. Everything was so good...it was like a fairy tale, but you pushed me away too much.”
Peter grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. “Then let’s go back to what we had Gwen. It doesn’t have to be over for us. We can work through this...together.”
“Peter…” Gwen trailed off as she let go of his hand. “It's not that easy,” Gwen sadly muttered.
“Why can’t it be that easy? We still love each other! Why can’t we go back to what we had? Why can’t we be together?”
“Because life isn’t easy Peter. I’m leaving the state and you’re going to ESU. We’d have to bend over backward to see each other and I really don’t want to do long distance."
“But Gwen...isn’t what we had worth it? Our happiness together...we can go back to that.”
“The past is the past Peter...we can start again, but we can never go back to what we had."
“Gwen...we can. We can be happy with each other again.”
“I just don’t know Peter...I don’t know if I’m ready to try again,” she said as she pulled away her hand. “Things like this need time…time I don’t think we have,” Gwen said as the elevator dinged once again which caught the attention of Norman Osborn.
“Ah, this must be Mr. Stark. Please excuse me,” Norman commented to the people he was talking to and began to walk to the door. But when the doors opened it was not the eccentric, billionaire, playboy, Tony Stark. It was another man wearing a tan trench coat with goggles on his face. His hair was brown and cut in a bowl cut but was split displaying his forehead.
“Hello Norman,” the figure said confidently as he walked towards Norman Osborn, the guests slowly shuffling out of his way.
“Wh-Who are you and why are you at my gathering?” Norman asked the figure with a slight panic to his voice.
The figure laughed coldly in response. “Oh Norman, don’t pretend like you don’t know me. We both know we share such a rich history,” the figure said continually walking toward Norman.
“What do you want... O-Otto?”
“What do I want? Well...I want to see your fraudulent empire collapse to the ground in a heaping pile of hell’s fire. But this can all be avoided,” the figure said as a prosthetic arm slithered out of his coat holding a camera. “I want you to spread every little secret you have to the world in one massive apology.”
“Like I would-” Norman started.
“Dad!” Harry yelled as he ran up to his dad. “Dad please...just do what he wants. Please do what he wants. Just put your pride away for one second and apologize for whatever you’ve done to this man.”
Norman Osborn looks at his soon then back to Otto with a grimace. “The only one that should be sorry is you for leaving Oscorp because you were only relevant when you worked for me!” Norman shouted at Otto
Otto laughed in response. “You should’ve listened to your son Otto...now you will be responsible for the tragedies that happen tonight,” Otto said as three more tentacles slowly emerged from his vest. “Now Toomes!” A moment passed before Adrian Toomes crashed through the window and smoke began to fill the room. Most guests screamed in peril and began to attempt to flee the room but they were stopped as Mysterio appeared to be in every door. A mechanical laugh filled the room as Electro hovered in through the window. Across the room Peter witnessed all of this.
“Gwen I have to go...you have to go. As soon as you get the chance please get the hell out of here,” Peter said as he began to walk away but Gwen grabbed his hand.
“Peter what do you think you’re doing? Where are you going?” Gwen inquired.
“I...I can’t tell you that. Please just listen to me and no matter what you see...just keep running,” Peter said as he pulled his hand away.
“Peter Parker look at me!” Gwen shouted which caused Peter to turn back in response. “Tell me what’s happening”.
Peter walked over to Gwen and hugged her. He then let go and looked her in the eye and kissed her. “I love you, Gwen Stacy…” Peter then ran off from her as he heard her screaming his name. He then leaped into an air vent and crawled until he reached another room. He jumped down from the vent and swiftly took off his vest and dress pants to reveal his Spider suit. He then put the mask on and took a deep breath. “You can do this Pete...you can do this.” He then took a few steps back and leaped out the window.
Larva of Shield bug / Grüne Stinkwanze ( Palomena prasina) - Large On Black
in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
Some might think we are wierdos or freaks but I like to think I am special. And why not because by becoming transgendered Jojo I have not only flowered I even look half my age and what could be bad about that. And also might I add as someone who always dreamed of being a celebrity of some sort what could be nicer than being a bikini and pants pin-up girl and sharing my enjoyment of being sexy. Just think about it, it's not something many can really do is it. In my teens long before I was Jojo or even knew what a Jojo was I dreamed of being a woman and doing all this. I guess subconsciously I have always been a transsexual whuch is probably why it always runs so effortlessly for me.
I think this place is busy when it opens, the reviews seem great. All served up with a slice of Americana
Elmwood Park, NJ
Taken with my digital Fujifilm X20
We are being buffeted by storms. Others are experiencing heavy snow. Forget the woeful weather. It is a good time to think of blue seas, bright sunshine and happy holidays!
I’m leaning towards immature Pomerine Jaeger, but Beth thinks Parasitic. Jaegers are difficult to ID, and juveniles doubly so…
I’m now agreeing with Parasitic. It was too small to be a Pom.
Or maybe it’s a Long-tailed. We were far out to sea and the flight was snappy and buoyant. Yeah, Long-tailed!
Do you enjoy seabirds? Come on out with us:
Life has been kicking me while I'm down. I wanted to capture my emotion as it seems to be ruling my life right now.
Think flickr, think! NO CENSURA, PIENSA!
Como otras muchas de este tipo, "Desaparecida" del #82 del EXPLORE el 14 JUNIO 2007... ¿Por qué? www.flickr.com/photos/maytevidri/552053316/in/photostream/
Like other many of this type, "Disappeared" of #82 of IT EXPLORE 14 JUNE 2007º... why?
www.flickr.com/photos/maytevidri/552053316/in/photostream
No sé cuando, pero muy recientemente a las cuentas de Alemania, Hong Kong, Corea y Singapur les han prohibido ver las fotos que están en el Safe Search, las mismas en las que a nosotros nos dan la opcíón de ver o no ver. A ellos simplemente se lo prohiben.
Grupos donde puedes subir tufoto contra la censura en Flickr
Sin censura www.flickr.com/groups/sincensura/
.NO A LA CENSURA www.flickr.com/groups/noalacensura/
Against Censorship at Flickr www.flickr.com/groups/againstcensorship/pool/
Against Censorship at Flickr CREATIVE ONLY www.flickr.com/groups/364768@N24/
Universal United Artists and Photographers Against Censorship www.flickr.com/groups/375979@N20/
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It might happen to your country soon. Please join this group.
it must be tough for the flickr staff, but they should also be aware that the community isn't going to put up with it. if a small country / user in country like thailand or other "not so loud" nation being censored.. they would easily ignored us. (because no one seems to complain)
If you feel that you are mature enough to choose what to view and post, perhaps you would like to participate. little voice may not be heard, but many little voice gets pretty loud.
Click to shots on the group that might have reflect your viewpoint (or create it yourself) and fave them.. that's how it will be easily heard..
I think it's good to go out to make photographs in unremarkable locations in unremarkable conditions. The photos don't usually come easy on those days, but I find them to be more personal and more rewarding. If you go to a fantastic viewpoint at a fantastic location, the photo is pre-packaged for you. And if the sunset is out of this world, of course you are going to photograph it. Nothing wrong with that, but if you spend a lot of your time photographing on local trails in all types of weather, like I often do, you will soon come to learn that the crappy days often yield the most non-crappy results.
There is something about a drab winter day that can really bring the best out of me. I can offer two theories. First, when you go out on a crummy day, you have no expectations. To the extent there ever is, there is literally no pressure at all to make a good photograph. Second, the slate is entirely clean. Without an intended subject, everything becomes a potential subject. You are not hoping to catch the sunrise and you are not hoping to photograph any one certain thing, because when it's really crappy you don't even know if there will be something to photograph. The secret, though, is that there is always something to photograph. So I'm all for the drab winter days. Bring them on!
My especially erudite readers may notice this title is a reference to the Crashmore sketch from Tim Robinson's show "I Think You Should Leave." Just my recent addition to the growing collection of photos with titles inspired by that show. Eventually my titles will just be Disney characters and Tim Robinson references.
“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
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a dear friend of mine is doing the breast cancer walk for Avon... I think it is a wonderful thing, that she is among the many people who are trying to raise money to find a cure for this horrible disease that affects so many women.
80% of all raisings go directly to the reaserch!
If you'd like to read more about it go to:
and if anyone would like to donate and sponsor her you can do so:
info.avonfoundation.org/site/TR/Walk2009/Charlotte?px=489...
My lips are dry. I let the fine, cool sand run through my fingers like water. Desert wherever I turn my eyes. Not a breath of wind. Not a sound. Silence over the earth. Silence in heaven. Silence within me. I breathe in. I breathe out. I am here. Entirely here. Now! In this moment, it is as if scales fall from my eyes: I have arrived at the center of the universe. Then I remember all the places in which that was true: Scotland, Norway, Mongolia, New Mexico . . . But the geography is a minor detail. Ultimately, it is not about special places. When one is traveling—and in some sense we are journeying throughout our lives—it is about moments in which the passage of time seems suddenly arrested. Everything I think I have to be and do, everything I am seeking and even the things in which I have failed—all that falls away in such moments. I feel altogether naked. But I am. Entirely. Here. As if from nothing, the silence within me begins to speak, softly, inaudibly. People appear around me, the living and those long dead. Encounters that have shaped me come to life. Joyful and painful, delightful and disappointing—everything is transparent to this single moment.
-Johannes Kaup (editor, Faith beyond Belief: Spirituality for Our Times by David Steindl-Rast, Anselm Grün )