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This is the kind my mother used.
Now an ornament for a laundromat in Fort Nelson, BC.
Image processed with GIMP.
I am deeply, consumingly in love with this man.
This prefaces the announcement that some old biddy crashed her vehicle into mine yesterday. She was a very sweet old lady except for the whole dinging up my car, denting the side, and knocking my mirror off. Ugh. Thanks for all the hyperventilation, lady! I am a wildly firm believer in the notion that the elderly should be required to pass frequent driving tests after a certain age. I have seen far too many incidents occur involving sweet little old people injuring multitudes of others due to the simple fact that many are no longer equipped to be in full control of a vehicle. Le sigh.
Anyway, back to what I started with… when I got home, Scott loved me up so much, and made me laugh so much, that I clear forgot all about the events of the day. That's the kind of man for me. I have an accident with his six-month-old car (whose name is Ginger, by the way), and when I get home he's full of loving cuddles and offers me a massage.
I love this hunky dude.
Very pleased with capturing this duck washing and drying itself under the bridge in Monmouth (River Monnow) - quite hard to get them sharp / in focus when they're flapping about quite so quickly.
The box looks really bad ....but it was a real find for me.
Next time I'll get the melody one=) it's bigger..
No reason to put this photograph up, other than I like it. There's not a specific day of the week for washing lines, so far as I know! I like the colour, the shadow, the straight lines and tangles.
It's nice to get out of the very touristy areas and see some real life going on!
Posted for Wall Wednesday, HWW!
“Sex is like washing your face - just something you do because you have to. Sex without love is absolutely ridiculous. Sex follows love, it never precedes it.”
Sophia Loren quotes
Take me to the river,
drop me in the water
Take me to the river,
dip me in the water
Washing me down,
washing me down
Take Me To The River || Talking Heads
Le canzoni radiofoniche
Silvia Salemi
Panni stesi al sole
asciugano
asciugano
Parlano di noi
con chi sta pensando a noi, e così
Parlano con lei che ti manca,
con lui che adesso dorme con un'altra
ricordano attimi,
attimi di noi che non scorderemo mai, oh mai
i can't tell you why, i can't tell you why
i can't tell you why
i belive
che ritroviamo noi, come eravamo noi
and I can't tell you why, I can't tell you why,
le canzoni radiofoniche alle volte
parlano con noi
di noi,
sono i nostri fili stesi in mezzo al vento,
legati salo a chi ci resta dentro
riportano attimi,
attimi di noi che non scorderemo mai
oh mai
i can't tell you why, i can't tell you why
i can't tell you why
i belive
che ritroviamo noi, quand'eravamo noi
Le canzoni radiofoniche alle volte
Parlano per noi
After my sunrise images my intention was to head back up into the city and to the KC Public Library to entertain the notion of capturing the Vault they have on the bottom floor. I was really unimpressed with what I got there and decided to head to the top floor to try some new handy work around the chess pieces (statues) they have in an open air sitting area. I meanered around the corner and found three gentlemen cleaning windows on a skycaper.
It was interesting to watch them work. There were ropes and pulleys and they would swing from window to window. They also had suction cups around their wrists so they could fasten themselves to each window as they worked on them. The suds of foam would fly and fall to the Earth as they went from glass to glass. I'm not quite sure I could do that for a living but the views had to be incredible for them.
Mike D.