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waiting for our mum to finish cooking a roast dinner is particularly tiresome. But boy, is it worth the wait.
I ♥ mum.x
The hair salon is where I come to every couple of weeks to get fresh cornrows or every other month to get new braids. It’s a place of bonding for many women. It teaches you patience and the spirit of community
The Crypt is waiting for elves! They are sooooo adorable! I have to think about their names anyway... ;-) --- Photos are not mine, they are from Twigling sale about Ingenieuse and from Magic Mirror sale about Siobhan and Saoirse.
As dawn breaks over southern England, passengers at London Luton Airport wait to board Easyjet flight EZY 4952 - the 07:45 departure to Dortmund, Germany - on Friday 25th January 2008.
Excitedly waiting for my Secret Santa to arrive! From one of the lovely folks collated by Decode - decode.uk.com/secret-santa :D
another airport waiting lounge... this in changi airport in singapore... we met up with my brother for a drink, and then he was off to business lounge (though he made a valiant attempt to get us in also). first time in the A380 Airbus (I had to look that up). Everyone I spoke to about the 'big plane' knew the damn number of the thing - what is going on here? Some strange comments on the page I looked it up on here
Today we also paid a visit to Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital in Kochi. I think if I were to return to India, I would lke to see if I could help at the hospital. We only got to take a short tour this time, but I think it would have been interesting to spend more time here.
The Lourdes hospital is constructed in such a way that it has multiple green spaces incorporated into the architecture. There are numerous gardens, three storey mango trees and lotus ponds such as these. I took this shot of a woman waiting by a lotus pond while looking down from the second floor.
DATE TAKEN:
Wednesday, January 12th, 2011
LOCATION:
Kochi, Kerala, India
My wife says I don't take enough photographs of pretty things. Herewith, a set of pretty things. www.flickr.com/photos/mtstradling/sets/72157594394894189/
if you turn back on when you are waiting for a bus, train, of friends, you will always see someone close to you with a smartphone, these gadgets are now a part of us.
Was going to head to lake but started pouring. Maybe go up in morning.
Came home. Stopped at store and picked up a few things. Called Sandra and told her what l decided.
Went home and made her a nice dinner. Had a couple glasses of wine. Sandra cleaning up a bit.
Told her I'm waiting to give her a little dessert....
Nighty night ❤️🌹🎀💋♥️
A long queue in front of the entrance to the huge St. Veit Cathedral.It took us about 40minutes to get in.
Leica Elmarit 19mm @ f 5.6 ISO 320
He looks like such a good dog, doesn't he? Patiently waiting for me to get dressed and take him out to play in the snow.
Wrong! He had been following me around the house for the past 45 minutes, whining and looking desperate, never letting me out of his sight, not in the bathroom, not in my closet, until I had to start closing all the doors between us. Even to an experienced Border Collie owner, sometimes their intense stare gets to you :)
So here Chris had told Ouzo to go downstairs and wait until I was ready. I took this with the 50mm lens from the livingroom. He was shaking inside with anticipation. Soon after this we went outside for almost an hour of fun in the snow. For the second time today...........
Two women watching the world go by whilst waiting in a hair salon, Southbank, London. November 2004.
The former Mercantile National Bank building waiting to return to its former glory. Downtown Hammond, Indiana. People have been trying to re-purpose it for fifty years now. Good ruck.
October 2024.
It’s been 25 long years. I have been waiting on the shore, always ready, to start my life, my journey, my glorious adventure. Only if I had a sailor to give me direction!
I know not my goal, my destination, so I stand here alone on the shore, waiting. Wait for the sailor to come and show me the way, to tell me which direction to sail. It’s all been in vain.
My colours have started fading, my body is rotting, diseases and the weather have begun taking its toll.
The waves still beckon to me, the winds whisper in my ears, the setting sun tells me of the life and glory I am missing.
Sometimes I feel like breaking loose from the rope that binds me here and just set sail, set sail on the waves, sail for the unknown. But the fear of being alone, the fear of the black clouds fast approaching from beyond the distant horizon and the huge storms that can sink me keeps me rooted to my place.
So many things have changed, so many times I have seen someone younger to me happily sailing away, so many waves have come and gone and so many seasons passed. Neither has the sailor come, nor do I know the direction.
May be I should stop hoping, ready myself for an uneventful life on the shore till I wither away, or may be I should still keep waiting…