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But I wonder if we really are? The lockdown might be being eased, but I feel that nothing has really changed, and that the threat from Covid-19 is still as potent as ever.
This is the corner where Upper Maudlin Street meets Lower Maudlin Street in Bristol on Tuesday 16th June 2020. The large building on the right is the Bristol Royal Infirmary. And it's another familiar spot for me; I used to pass here regularly when making my way from school to the nearby bus station back in the nineteen-seventies. I'm looking back, yes, but also looking forward with optimism to a time when I'll be able to do the things I love doing that are currently not possible.
I did not intend to shoot this with a shutter speed as low as 1/30 but I actually quite like the sense of movement from the passing pedestrians.
Digital image rendered in monochrome.
Loved how the turning colors on the tree stood out from the white facades of these colonial buildings in historic Williamsburg. There's nothing more beautiful than fall in the Mid-Atlantic.
Taken with an iPhone 4 using Pro-HDR then edited with Autostitch, Touch Retouch, and PictureShow.
Victory Liner Inc
Bus No.:1589
Bus Body: Pilipinas Hino Inc - Partex
Bus Model: Partex - Generic Body
Engine: Nissan Diesel PE6-T
Chassis: Nissan Bus RB46S
Seat Config.: 2x3 - 66
Operation: Provincial - North
Class: Non Air conditioned
PENTAX K-1 • FF Mode • 100 ISO • Pentax DA smc 10-17mm F3.5-4.5 fisheye
Topaz Texture Effects
Lyon • Rhônes-Alpes • France
Despite wanting to be a girl when I was younger and having a lifetime desire to dress as a woman and become one in my head and how I behave when I cross-dress, I suppressed this powerful emotional desire within me for over twenty years of my adult life. In November 2000, at the age of 41, I finally dressed as a woman for the first time in my adult life and was overcome by that initial experience as two decades of suppressed emotion were finally released and set free my inner female self.
I won't deny I looked a real mess that day, I had no make-up skills, a bad wig, poor choice in female clothing yet the joy, the euphoria, the elation and also great fear came out. I was a wreck, my mascara was ruined yet a new freedom was present within me and I knew a new journey had begun.
I have not travelled far on that journey as my female self only appears two times a year due to the necessary compromise I committed to in my life. By the time I set free my inner female self I was a married man with a family and responsibilities. I have no wish to give up this life which now means more to me than the my inner dream of being female. I do need to express my female self so I have to become Helene at some point. My family though not pleased do tolerate my need and allow me to get on with it quietly on these two occasions each year.
Returning to this picture. I was staying with my daughter who in my early cross-dressing period in the year 2001, recognised my need to learn and experiment and go through the emotional roller coaster of freeing up suppressed emotions. I was left on my own one Sunday afternoon to enjoy my explorations of becoming female. I began by plucking my eyebrows followed by a hot bath in which I shaved off all of my body hair. Next it was the delight of tucking away my genitals (a technique I discovered researching transvestism on the Web) and I attached my breast forms using adhesive to my chest. I then felt I had a female looking body and almost wept with joy as I pulled on my knickers (panties) and fastened on a bra. Suddenly this was it I was going to be a woman…well I hoped I was!
To say I was on a real high would be an understatement. The tactile sensation of being hairless, feeling make-up going onto my face, donning the wig and putting on a dress and stepping into high heels…it was a moment I have never forgotten. My whole life had wanted this moment to occur. A simple act I admit, that of shaving, applying make-up and dressing in female clothes yet it was an incredible and truly liberating experience that had me so light headed I had to sit down and recover for nearly twenty minutes!
After that I was in heaven. I was laughing, smiling, loving it and imagining I was actually female not just dressed up as one. I wanted it to be real, I really wanted it. In this picture I was joyous and truly desired to be female, to be a woman, to be a wife, to be a mother, I wanted the life of a female but bang…I was a man. I can never quite escape this reality but I think to experience a few hours of gender freedom and cross over into what you really dream for is just incredible.
This picture, taken on a self timer, captures me in a private moment but one of sheer joy at appearing as a female and inside my head forgetting I am a man. Helene was no longer a dream she was free. It was about my fourth time dressed as a woman and I was very determined to see if I could actually look convincingly female. Of course I failed, I can see I'm a man in a dress yet within me positive things were happening, I thought I could maybe improve if I put in the effort. This picture was a turning point as I had a small sense of achievement that I may be able to do a reasonable job of looking like I am a woman. Twelve years on from this picture I've not had much opportunity to progress and evolve my efforts to look like a woman but discovering the picture in my archive has brought back those amazing memories from that day back in January 2001, I was given the freedom to free my inner feminine self. I am forever grateful to my daughter for her understanding of my need.
Helene x
An Amtrak long-distance consist backs into Chicago Union Station after spinning on the wye at CP-Lumber. Amtrak's shops can be seen on the right, with Chicago's skyline forming the backdrop.
The colorful facial skin of this young Wood Stork has darkened leaving only hints of violet near its eyes and lime green on its forehead. The transformation will continue as it grows until it reaches adulthood with a featherless black-skinned head and neck.
Location: Wakodahatchee Wetlands, Florida, United States of America
Soon, Merom coal trains won’t be running east of Sullivan on the INRD anymore. But for now, a Merom load pulls up grade into town as the leaves begin to appear.
Super Sayan like Goku.
Painted UWP's friends garage today and dropped this angry guy on it.
Full wall soon
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Better days are coming by and by
Don’t you get down hearted, don’t you cry
Troubles will be over, all our joys come over
Better days are coming by and by
Don’t you know better days are coming by and by
Don’t you get down hearted, don’t you cry
Sorrows will be over, all our joys come over
Better days are coming by and by
It can’t be this way always
A train must come, a train must come
There must be some brighter days
We’ll have fun, we’ll have fun, yeah
Better days are coming by and by
Don’t you get down hearted, don’t you cry
Troubles will be over, all our joys come over
Better days are coming by and by
Things get rough, your friends get few
Don’t you cry, don’t you cry
Change your flock, we’ll come for you
We’ll get high, we’ll get high, yeah
Better days are coming by and by
Don’t you get down hearted, hearted, don’t you cry
Troubles will be over, all our joys come over
Better days are coming by and by
Don’t you know better days are coming by and by
So don’t you get down hearted, don’t you cry
Troubles will be over
Written by Jimmy Cliff
My travels around the UK by car for three weeks with my son. June/July 2019 England.
Near Exmouth on our way to Relubbus where we are staying two nights.
A La Ronde is an unusual 16-sided house built by two cousins, Jane and Mary Parminter, in 1796. The cousins were inspired by a grand tour of the European continent and created this striking house looking out over the Exe estuary. The interiors contain mementoes collected by the two women, and feature unusual decor, including a 'feather frieze', and a gallery lined with shells. The latter chamber is so fragile that visitors must view it on closed-circuit television.
The story of the Parminters and their travels reads like something out of an adventure romance novel. We know some details of the Parminter Grand Tour, as Jane Parminter kept a journal. The first six weeks of a transcription have survived, and give a colourful account of their journey through France. There were initially four women on the tour; Jane, her sister Elizabeth, their cousin Mary and a friend.
The four women visited Versailles and saw Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette (at a distance), and engaged in the 18th century equivalent of a whirlwind tour of Paris before travelling to the Dijon region, where they visited such diverse places as schools, churches, gardens, and hospitals.
For More Info: www.britainexpress.com/attractions.htm?attraction=1905
A young Black-browed Albatross enjoying the 25 knot wind.
I liked the minimalist nature of this image.
So on my first day in Tokyo, I spotted these two girls walking around kawagoe. I chased them, said hello and pointed at my camera to them with a big smile... they gladly posed for me. Yay.
Seen turning around at Evesham Morrisons (Springfield Drive) is one of Redditch's SB200s. Within the Rotala fleet there are only three SB200s; two Pulsars and one Commander, with all three of these being allocated to Redditch.
Diamond's YJ08 EFS (32121) is seen at the Evesham Morrisons while operating a 247 towards Redditch Bus Station. The 247 operates hourly between Redditch and Evesham during the day. Around the school times, the frequency drops. YJ08EFS was new in June 2008 to John Fishwick & Sons, as their 7 and stayed with them until they ceased operation on October 24th 2015 due to financial issues. On the back is an advert for driving for Diamond. 121 is a VDL SB200/Wright Pulsar.
As a side note, the driver of the bus is very polite and friendly. He is a credit to Diamond and the Rotala PLC.
The much photographed Princes Pier in Melbourne, with a spectacular sunset as backdrop. I'm often completely awestruck by the magnificence of what I photograph. Interestingly, US Troops fighting in the Pacific during WWII regularly came to Melbourne for R&R - this is where they arrived and departed. Please take a moment to view on black.
Pentax 6x7, Takumar 105mm f2.4, Yellow Filter, HP5+ @ 400, Xtol stock, 9 min, Cropped to square.
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The red kite (Milvus milvus) is a medium-large bird of prey in the family Accipitridae, which also includes many other diurnal raptors such as eagles, buzzards, and harriers. The species currently breeds in the Western Palearctic region of Europe and northwest Africa, though it formerly also occurred in northern Iran. It is resident in the milder parts of its range in western Europe and northwest Africa, but birds from northeastern and Central Europe winter further south and west, reaching south to Turkey. Vagrants have reached north to Finland and south to Israel, Libya and Gambia.
"Turning Leaves:" It's hard for me to believe a few leaves on some trees have already begun to turn their vibrant hues of gold. I took advantage of a small pool along the Hassayampa River and captured a long exposure photograph of the leaves in motion in the water's current.
My texsture.
Malmö...Sweden
Don't miss architect Santiago Calatrava's spectacular apartment building in the Western Harbour. At 190 metres, Turning Torso is the tallest building in Sweden. The building was inspired by a sculpture "Turning Torso" by Calatrava himself. Turning Torso consists of nine cubes with a total of 54 stories, with a 90° twist from base to top. The top two floors boast the exclusive meeting rooms of Turning Torso Meetings. Read more on turningtorso.com.
City skyline on a spring morning with the London Eye and County Hall building.
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Sigfig Lady Mage, Elf girl and Feral boy enter Troll King's chambers were they see a grinning Troll King standing triumphantly over a seemingly defeated Swordsman...
"Yield or die!" Troll King says to him and moves his magic staff to the back of Swordsman's head.
Swordsman appears to be overcome with fear and pleads the Troll King to spare his life.
Shocked to see her father this way, Sigfig Elf girl leaps in to attack the Troll King.
Lady Mage and Sigfig Feral boy follow her lead and the final fight ensues...
Calle Höglund | Photographer - Stockholm, Sweden
Turning Torso.
The was another reason why I decided to go down to Malmö. A very common long exposure subject to photograph, and so did I.
Copyright © 2015 Calle Höglund.
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We'd heard all about the airport runway here on Skiathos, where you can see the planes taking off and landing within a few metres of a public road.
We'd watched YouTube videos beforehand and thought we knew what to expect, but we totally underestimated the thrill of seeing aircraft up close like this.
As they landed they flew just a few feet above us, and when they took off the jet blast was incredible - it was difficult to stay upright and the warning signs were there for a very good reason! Mike nearly lost his hat on one occasion and had to run after it (luckily it ended up in bushes so he was able to retrieve it).
Sometimes the pilots would wave to us onlookers as they turned the plane before take-off!
We enjoyed ourselves so much that we went back a couple more times, and even managed to video them.