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Waiting or boring. These two words came to my mind when I saw this lady standing near the taxi stand.
If she waits, then she should be waiting for someone or something...maybe waiting for me to capture her image.
waiting for u was painful..
forgetting was painful too..
but worst part was to decide which one to do..
Now you know what feeling could be through when you have to wait for some(thing) - Stuttgart, 2009
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Photo by Prio Adhi Setiawan © 2009 All Rights Reserved.
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission.
Stock at Hartley's Crocodile Farm. Crocs of this size are assessed and if their hide is deemed suitable, they are then harvested for meat and leather. Crocs are first stunned using an electric prod applied to the top of their heads, knocking them unconscious for about 10 minutes. During this time, their underbellies are examined, and if the hide is deemed of quality, then the beasties are killed with a bullet directly into their brain. The carcasses are packed and sent to a plant in Cairns where they are processed for leather and meat.
This is Marcy impatiently waiting for me to throw the next stone in the water. She loves this game and she's getting faster & better at judging where they're land. So I've had to get better at keeping them away from her!
Currently working from Bescot is 60011, it's seen here at Gwersyllt on the Borderlands Line on 6W50 infrastructure train from Bescot.
The working from Bescot was top 'n tailed with 66149, this was split at Rhosddu with the Tug proceeding first with wagons to collect spoil, the 66 after with fresh ballast. Once work was over, the train was reformed and returned to Bescot behind the 66.
Tug 11 rumbles away to itself whilst waiting the call forward into the work site.
28 January 2012.
Yesterday I drove a friend to the hospital for radiotherapy. The waiting area was crowded. Even so, there was a nice, calm atmosphere. A man from Pembrokeshire came and sat next to me and we had a long chat; so that was the end of the sketch.
Waiting
by Judy Boyt
The Liverpool Dock Horse on Albert Docks, sited between the Tate and the new Liverpool Life Museum. May 2010.
The horse stands approximately 16 hands high (1.80m, 6'), cast in bronze, on a rectangular slate base. The base has the outline of a wagon and two horses plus a potted history of the Liverpool working horse sandblasted into the surface.
Liverpool Carters (the last men to have worked with the teams of dock horses) needed an expert equine sculptor Judy Boyt was the obvious choice. Her Liverpool brief was to design and sculpt a life size statue to commemorate the last working dock horse. Judy has realised the Carters’ ambition to return an old friend to the Docks as a tribute to an important piece of Liverpuddlian transport history.
Credits: Layered template (Twisted Pixels, June 2012) by Isabel Mendez (Crisdam Designs), Hole Punch Scraps Notebook Borders Template by Jenn Patrick and Best Dad Ever by Jen C Designs.
After months in my purse, tagging along to oodles of doctor's appointments, I finally kitchenered the toe of the second Waiting Room sock this morning, just in time to wear them to school (my office is freezing, so wool socks are awesome!)
Pattern: Yarn Harlot's basic recipe
Yarn: Vesper Sock in (I think) "Aquamelon"
Needles: size 1 Clover bamboo dpns
Paitiently waiting to get her picture "taken" this girl didn't notice me taking a photo of the artist drawing her. I am guessing that her mother is the one waiting besides her looking over the day's photos and deciding which ones are worthy enough to go on flickr.
This shot was taken with a 50mm lens taken at night. The artist had a large work light to illuminate his subject and work and it worked out pretty well. The photo is a bit softer than what I would have preferred but this is street shooting in its raw form......
“May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays.”
Author Unknown
Quarter to seven on a sunny late summer Saturday morning and the queue builds up along Wheldon Road for Castleford's trip to Wembley. In places like Cas, the Rugby League Challenge Cup Final is much more than a sporting event, it's the town's big day out, too. Incidentally, I've just realised, the bus on the right is the one we went on – you can even see Steve the driver…
This Candle Glass, Image Has Learn For my Student to Shoot how to use Framing, Compo and Lock Object
Waiting for spring and to see when Flickr switches me to Beta. I somehow am still on the old Flickr format:):):)????:):):)