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Taken with a Nikon D700 and a Nikon 70-200 f2.8
2017 Amgen Tour of California
Stage 6, Time Trial
Big Bear, Ca.
SoCal
Featuring Tantrum!
Shot taken directly from Second Life with no retouching in photoshop.
Style card:
*PRIMA* Femme Elite body (busty)
LeLutka Briannon with my own custom shape
Prima Swirls swimsuit (NEW! at the Prima Faire)
SIGMA Ethnic rings
Tantrum Mi Amor toe nails (french!!!) - Updated! Now there are fittings for flat, low, mid and high foot shapes :D
Tantrum Mi Amor fingernails
Tantrum Ayana wedges - Sooo cuteeeee!
Analog Dog Fruitopia hair
The thin walls of prefabricated concrete at the pedestrian crossing at the west end of Pinhal Novo station were a favorite hangout for the locals. On both sides of the crossing. Just watching the people while the trains keep on moving. Killing time.
Like this freight coming from the Algarve line that threads through the station. Blanting for attention with its French two-tone horn.
The 1900 class was for freight only and are close cousins to the 'Grande Bleues' of the SNCF. The Pielstick engines make quite an enjoyable music, and as far as exhaust silencers are concerned... If there's any, it's not very effective.
So maybe after the freight is gone the man might leave for town having a chat on the way, enjoying a Super Bock at a bar and then back home in time for lunch.
It's train time at the secluded Rawhide crossing on UP's Roseville Subdivision. As the UP 2644, leading the ZLTG2, crawls up the stiff grade near Midas, the MOGRV coasts down the #1 track with a long manifest bound for Roseville. Never a dull moment on Donner.
A pair of IC geeps lead CN local L508 onto the single track at Byron, WI on the railroad's Waukesha Sub. The train will stop ahead to begin work at the Quad plant located here.
After a big day riding in Outback Australia, it was time for these bikers to have a drink or two outside the Albert Hotel, Milparinka, NSW, Australia.
Daylight savings time occurred last weekend and I have to admit I spent the last week subtracting an hour with every unwanted task I did. If this were last week, it would be 5:30 AM! If this were last week, it would only be 11:00 PM! So went my secret lament, which was only compounded by the fact, I had to travel. That’s business travel, which is so much different from “fun photography” travel. Business travel means your best friend is the recalculating GPS woman on the dashboard.
Here I am though on Sunday morning and if this were last week….. the time would have been exactly the same. My secret lament must end. I’m also home solid this week. Now I wish the GPS woman could be attached to my vacuum to help me locate the nasty nests of dust bunnies. That’s technology for another day.
• The wind whispered through the trees, leaves trembling in response. A child laughed, her voice ringing like chimes. A wave kissed the shore, then retreated, leaving only foam.
An old man watched, hands wrinkled with time. He had learned that all things—laughter, sorrow, warmth, cold—were fleeting. The past was a memory, the future a dream.
A raindrop landed on his palm, cool and fleeting. He smiled. This moment, too, would pass. But for now, it was his.
Everything we see, hear, and feel is just a moment in time - precious, vanishing, infinite.
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Frank
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I finally made it over to Lake Shore Park, in Newark, hoping to find baby egrets & herons...they were everywhere, at all stages and delightful to watch. As usual, in a rookery situation, there is so much noise and the smell...well, you can image! Talking to a woman that lives here, she said they stay year round because living was pretty good in this location. The concern with the people living in this neighborhood, besides the obvious, is that their urine and such is killing the vegetation.
a while ago,...
her: how's your day been?
me: I spent the day alone,... I'm exhausted.
I hate when she falls asleep.
You can only put off certain conversations for so long,... and when she falls asleep is when I have no choice but to talk to myself.
Which has been often this year, because you know,.. fucking time zones,...
And myself is like that alcoholic friend everyone has,... they know they have a problem, they come talk to you about it, you think you've made them see the light so you part ways feeling good,... only to watch them walk straight into the nearest bar.
And you can dodge their calls, say you're busy, but you know that you need to have that talk again. It stops being you trying to help them, but becomes you sorting your own shit out while you talk to them. It's addictive, you need that time together, with your other self.
Some people call it alone time or being solitary.
It doesn't feel like that to me. It's the noisiest time I know.
But they are the best brainstorming partners you have, you go round in circles, start yelling "you hack!" at each other, coming together, then swearing at each other's unfathomable stupidity again,...
Ultimately either you or other you or other other you has an idea and the rest are just too exhausted or annoyed to care anymore,...
And that's how things get done. In these parts at least anyway.
I don't remember if I took my medication today.