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The Katsura is a deciduous tree with red or green flowers on different trees. These tiny red flowers indicate a male tree. My husband chose this for planting.
Loving trees. Loving this rainy day.
In January 2022 I asked for help, and a Flickr support hero removed my accounts from the Explore algorithm. I feel more relaxed and sincere.
Donna Nook now accounts for 1.5% of the world's grey seal population. The work of the wardens and the wildlife trust, is therefore crucial, for the future of these lovely animals.
Grey Seal Pup - Halichoerus Grypus
Donna Nook Nature Reserve
As always I extend my sincere appreciation to all those who take the time to stop by and comment on my photos.
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Flickr staff sent me an email saying, among other things: "Your account was brought to our attention and upon review, we determined that your content and/or behavior was in violation of the Guidelines and Terms of Service. Specifically, the following photo was found to be in violation: www.flickr.com/photos/145003604@N02/51902747612/ Please be aware that any subsequent violation of the Flickr Community Guidelines or Terms could result in termination of your account without further notice. Regards, Flickr Staff"
The photo that was specifically "found to be in violation" is the one preceding this one with the title "Solidarity with Ukraine! Down with the criminal state of Russia!"
I sent the flickr staff the following reply: "I wonder very much what is wrong with the photo complained about. Is it forbidden in this community to express solidarity with Ukraine, which was invaded by Russia in a way that is illegal under international law, i.e. criminal?" I have not yet received an answer.
This war of aggression was a crime committed by the Russian state from the very beginning, not to mention war crimes such as the deliberate murders of fleeing civilians or the Bucha massacre. Also the latest news testify to the criminal character of the Russian state: www.nytimes.com/live/2022/10/10/world/russia-ukraine-war-...
As the flickr staff hasn't replied yet, I don't know who brought my account to their attention. But I can imagine what kind of person this was: either a brainwashed person who believes Putin's propaganda to the letter, or the kind of Russian diplomat who in all seriousness calls a red paint bag attack on the entrance of the Russian Embassy in Vienna in protest against this war a "barbaric act" (as happened on March 6).
But what I don't understand at all and find extremely disappointing and disconcerting: that the flickr staff falls for this game and now threatens me.
Textile Mill A. - the safe
Kais. König. Erste oesterr. landespriv. Fabrik
Feuer und Einbruch sicherer Kassen
F. WERTHEIM & Cie. Wien
K.u.K. Hof-Lieferanten
Niederlage Stadt, Kärntnerring. No. 18
The story has many accounts on Google search.
Briefly, the couple who own the property have a son who has Autism and when he views the Starry Night color theme of Van Gogh it calms him, so they commissioned a local artist to paint the wall surrounding the house in the artist's famed work.
Following of course was city code enforcement which said it was graffiti and they were told to repaint it, which they did not, but went to court with much support from many people and won,. They then proceeded to have the entire hose painted to match and here is the result. I love art and am very pleased with the outcome, some may have a different opinion. " Starry Night " everyone ! !
Alternate version - framing is off since I didn't sufficiently account for parallax.
Luci (Her full name, we've decided, is Lucille Dollybird Bumfur!), photographed on Kodak Tri-X, exposed at 200 ASA and developed in home made D-23, diluted 1:3 for 18 minutes.
Camera: Minolta Autocord, one of the best TLRs I have ever had the pleasure to use.
Olá amigos, com o dólar na estratosfera aqui no Brasil, e depois de 6 anos, não consegui renovar minha PRO. E eles vão apagar minhas fotos!! Uma vergonha!
Hi friends, with the dollar in the stratosphere here in Brazil, and after 6 years, I haven't been able to renew my PRO. And they're going to delete my photos!! What a shame!
...Diese Worte drangen aus dem Mund eines weiteren Fotografen (leider immer noch kein Flickr-Account) in einer scheinbar aussichtslosen Zwickmühle. Doch wie ist es dazu gekommen? Rollen wir alles von hinten auf: Donnerstagabend, ich hatte viele Ideen den letzten Sommertag des Jahres 2024 sinnvoll zu verwenden. Es konkretisierte sich auf das Altmühltal - mal wieder. Im Tal mit dem stillsten Fluss Bayerns waren drei 111er Umläufe hintereinander angekündigt. Doch am Frühen nächsten Morgen entschied ich mich doch, recht kurzfristig dagegen. Grund für diese, im Nachhinein dumme Entscheidung waren die 111er. Zwei von ihnen hatte ich schon perfekt, eine andere sprach mich von dem Lackzustand absolut nicht an.
Am Vortag ist die neue Bayernbahn 139 314 mit einem Kesselzug in die Fächerstadt. Ich spekulierte auf eine Rückleistung. Also setzte ich mich um 5:30 an meinem Rechner, normalerweise schalte ich ihn um diese Uhrzeit erst aus. Da ich wusste, dass die Rückleistung immer übers Filstal verkehrte, plante ich mir irgendwas zusammen. Zugegeben, um diese respektlose Uhrzeit habe ich nicht viel nachgedacht, so übersah ich einen wichtigen Faktor. Das Filstal war zwischen Göppingen und Geislingen voll gesperrt. Ohne von meinem Schicksal zu wissen, legte ich mich nochmals ins Bett. Nach einer Stunde bitter benötigtem Schlaf schaute ich in die lokale Sichtungsgruppe. Und tatsächlich, mein Poker ist aufgegangen! Schnell Laufweg, Zugnummer und Zeiten rausgefunden, und 'ab dafür'. Oder auch nicht. Erst jetzt bemerkte ich, dass der Zug ja gar nicht übers Filstal rollt. Die Murrbahn war als Ausweich-Strecke gewählt worden. Hier verkehrte der Zug in sehr bescheidenem Licht. Da der Zug nach dem Kopf machen im Stuttgarter Hafen auch mit guten - 25 unterwegs war, stand nur in Fichtenberg das Licht. Schnell dorthin aufgebrochen, der Zug war schließlich nur gute 15min hinter unserem MÄÄX 90. Mitleerweile war auch Fotograf Sven eingetroffen. Gemeinsam zog es uns in den Garten der Neuapostolischen Kirche Fichtenberg. Dort angekommen, fanden wir uns leider im Urwald von Fichtenberg wieder. Also improvisieren, auf Google Maps zeigte sich noch ein anderer weg nah an der Strecke. Hingerannt, nur um zu bemerken, dass hier der Urwald auch schon im sehr fortgeschrittenen Stadium war. Kurze Zeit später Rollte der neue Stern am Himmel von der Bayernbahn an uns vorbei. Ein Fail wie aus dem Bilderbuch.
Geknickt ging es für uns wieder zum Bahnhof, wir waren die einzigen zwei Fahrgäste die reisen wollten. Der RE 90 rauschte ohne halt vorbei, die Stimmung war am Tiefpunkt. Andere Fotografen zeigten mir Stolz ihre Bilder von der nur knapp 21km weiter südlich gelegenen Remsbahn, wo zur selben Zeit der CBB Ersatzzug nach Nürnberg eierte. Langsam schlich der MEX Nach Gaildorf ein, wir stiegen ein, im Geilsten Dorf der Welt aber nicht aus, sondern erfreuten uns am Stimmungslockerer Instagram Reels.
Dann wurde es auf einmal hektisch. Zwei Züge die ich noch nicht erwähnt hatte, sind im Zulauf. Einmal eine DB Bahnbau 233 genannt „Tiger“ und einmal eine 111 der Smartrail. Wir beide wussten nicht welche Smartrail 111 auf der Leistung war. Deswegen dachten wir beide erst an die 233, da diese merh als selten ist. Wir schreiben ungefähr 12:30, als wir bemerkten, dass auf der Smartrail Leistung 111 017 vorgespannt war. Und damit war die Denkarbeit freigegeben. Sie endete erst gegen 15:20. In meiner ganzen zeit als Fotograf stand ich noch nie vor so einer Schwierigen Entscheidung. „Was können wir machen, können wir ein Auto organisieren, hoffentlich bekommt die 233 noch Plus, wo würdest du die 233 machen, ja aber die 017 hat halt auch was“.
Das alles waren Gedanken, die uns durch den Kopf zischten. Jeden angerufen den ich kannte, der noch mehr Information liefen konnte. Der Traum, beide Züge mit Sonne vor den Sucher zu bekommen schien auf einmal wieder möglich, als ich beide FPLOS im Bahnhofs Gewimmel von Stuttgart verglich. Bauz 34061 15:39 Bietigheim, DGS 77577 17:02 Schorndorf. Demnach ging es nach Asperg zwischen Apfelbäume, um uns das Erste mal auf die Lauer zu legen. Doch, die Stimmung bliebt angespannt. Fast Minütlich telefonierte ich mit Malek-88, der den Zug auf Höhe Helmsheim fotografieren wollte, zu gleichen Zeit checkte Sven jeden möglichen Sichtungskorridor, da der „Russe“ verdächtig im System verschwunden war. Im Gegensatz zum Ostprodukt, baute das Westprodukt immer mehr Verspätung ab. „Oida, das kann doch echt nicht sein, an machen Tagen rollt nichts, und heute rollt alles auf einmal“. Worte von Sven, denen nichts hinzuzufügen ist. Durch all die Argumentationen wer jetzt welchen Zug fotografiert knatterte auf einmal der Rote Flitzer bestehend aus Fünf Schienenbussen in den Rücken. Kurz darauf folgte ein Anruf von Malek, gefolgt von einem Foto auf Whatsapp. Der Zug war Helmsheim durch. Nun waren wir im Besitz von Fotos beider Züge. Ab jetzt begannen wir alles zu analysieren was zu analysieren war, „017 Vordere Schere oben“, „Der Tiger ist frisch gewaschen“… nach weiteren guten 15 Minuten legte sich dann Sven mit den Worten „Es muss auch Opfer geben, ich mach den dreckes Russen“ auf die 233 fest. Nun war ich unter Zugzwang entschied mich dann aber für die 111. Demnach ging es dann für mich recht zügig zum Bahnhof, um Kurs auf die KBS 786 zu nehmen.
Dort bin ich dann auch gute 50 Minuten später angekommen, und nach kurzen Recheneinheiten in der S-Bahn kam ich zum Entschluss, dass die gute 017 im Block hinter dem MEX, allerdings vor der S-bahn sein müsste. Dadurch konnte ich ohne hetzte zur Stelle laufen, wo sich schon weitere Fotografen positioniert hatten. Das Wetter war prächtig, beste Voraussetzungen. Und so schoss man, um kurz vor 17:00 Uhr das erste brauchbare Bild des Tages, obwohl man schon seit 7.30 auf den Beinen war. Die Zufriedenheit bei allen anwesenden Fotografen war sichtlich erkennbar, vor allem wegen der ZZA.
Nach der Durchfahrt ging es wieder rasch zum Bahnsteig, denn es gab doch noch eine Möglichkeit den Tiger zu Fotografieren. In die Nächste S2 (+15) gesprungen und durch die Röhre bis Rohr. In Rohr traf man auch wieder Sven an, der mir erst einmal eine Packung Brownies übergab, ehe die Neugier nach den Fotos alles andere in den Schatten stelle.
Rohr – mein Heimatbahnhof – Hier eine Ludmilla? Surreal. Die Abfahrtmeldung aus Böblingen war Erleichterung und Unheil zugleich, von zweiteres wussten wir zu dem Zeitpunkt nur nichts. „Üst Berghau durch“ Fünf Minuten später. Doch, es kommt wie es kommen musste. Da Rohr einen Mittelbahnsteig besitzt, werden die Züge auf der Fernbahn von anhaltenden S-Bahnen verdeckt. 430 257 als Führendes Tfz bremste punktgenau auf die H-Tafel. Dahinter dieselte der Großdiesel dem Ziel Vaihingen entgegen. So wurde der Tag der mit einem Fail startete, mit einem Fail abgerundet.
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Just before sunset on the Midland Highway somewhere near Jerico, Tasmania.
A long day of site visits from Devonport to Launceston. There are bushfires everywhere - I think the whole state is shrouded in smoke at the moment. The smoke made the sunset an eerie orange/ red colour.
I took my eldest son with me on this trip - he turned 13 a few days ago and now has his own Canon DSLR. He took some amazing photos from this trip. It turns out that 13 is also the magic age to get a Flickr account, so we're going to set that up and you'll be able to see his wonderful work.
Update: Quinn's account is here - www.flickr.com/photos/139706324@N04/
I've been in a Mario mood lately on account of my recent purchase of a Wii U. So here's the Koopa King. By the way, I built him in his "Paper Mario" colors - bright orange skin, yellow horns, etc...
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Well This account It's For my Own Competition called: ' The Model of The Year '.
Only my dolls // Solo mis muñecas, Sorry But I can't make it International because I'm not ready lol // Lo SIento, pero no puedo hacerlo Internacional porque no estoy preparado para hacerlo.
Descrption Translated // Descripción Traducido in English & Spanish (más abajo)
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Language:In English
The competition is based on 6 Girls that They need to be Model Of the Year .
Every MONTH I'll upload 1 photo [1 each 1] with the selected theme of the 3 Judges
Elimination
The girls won't be eliminated, -Yeah I know, 3 judges... blah blah blah- , This Will be with statistics [every month] of Comments, Faves, Viewers and YOU CAND JUDGE TOO! I'll read your opinions and I will also qualify them :) .
I'll compare the statistics of The Girls.
Remember
The girl who has the highest statistics will be ... THE MODEL OF THE YEAR
[Sorry for my bad english, I use the transale of some words]
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Idioma: En Español
Este Concurso Trata de 6 chicas que quieren ser ' La Modelo del Año ' .
Cada Mes se subirá 1 foto [1 de cada chica] con el tema que eligirán los 3 Juzgados.
Eliminación:
Las Chicas no serán eliminadas, -Si lo sé, 3 Juzgados blah,blah,blah-, Se las juzgará con Estadísticas De Comentarios, Favoritos, Vistas y ¡TÚ PUEDES JUZGAR TAMBIÉN! , Leeré vuestras opiniones y las calificaré :).
Compararé las estadísticas de las chicas
Recuerda
La Chica que Tendrá las estadísticas más altas será... ¡LA MODELO DEL AÑO!
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Models at the moment // Modelos ahora mismo
Kalia Hewitt Crawford [Barbie Basics Jeans #.4]
Skipper Scott Thorne [Barbie Sisters (Skipper)]
Bianca Leal Solís [Barbie Fashionista SwappinStyles W2, Glam]
Only 3 Models more... // Solo Faltan 3 Modelos más...
I'll Wait and Buy Them.// Esperaré y las compraré...
This 3 Dolls Will be the next models:
Any Barbie Fashionista Raquelle
Any Barbie Fashionista Teresa
Any Barbie With Dark Skinned , Like Artsy or other doll ...
Waterfront, Cape Town, South Africa. I spent ages unsuccessfully trying to capture one of the sea lions that occasionally stuck their heads out of the water. You can just about see one directly beneath the orange buoys.
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My freckles look like spots. That's kinda gross. & I no longer have a pro account & it's weird because I haven't had to look at ads on flickr for aaages (one whole year, actually), & now there's a limit to only 200 photos on my stream, & only 100MB of photos per month. Oh & I can't see what weird stats I've been getting (I always get weird ones). It's very strange.
I couldn't decide whether to upload or not. But I don't want to fall behind on my diary. I spent like the whole day with Hannah, & we didn't take a single picture - actually, I took a few of my Mom when she was on stage - but otherwise it was a picture free day. & it was a nice day too. =)
This is when Max & I when we were on the terraces yesterday.
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I'm actually really tired & it's only 2.20am, but I will write this entry tomorrow. Before my Mom went to sleep I thanked her for the lovely day, & told her how much I enjoyed it.
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Soooo, it's really irritating when you're waking up & you can hear your Mom coming closer & closer to your room, talking on the phone to someone who is obviously your friend, & is telling them that you have been lying around in bed & should be awake by now. I said I would get up at 10am. I check the clock. It's 9.40am. So I'm not even late. But my Mom is still spouting this bull. She comes in & gives me the phone. It's Hannah, I start talking to her as my Mom exits the room. Except she doesn't. She stands at the door and says very, very loudly "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!" I only just managed to refrain from telling her to fuck right off, & instead stopped half-way through talking to Hannah & yelled "MOM!" She left then. I was just really irritated because I'd said when I was getting up, & I wasn't late, I was actually awake before that, & yes okay, Hannah called me & if I hadn't been awake it would have been necessary for her to wake me, but I was already awake so there was no need to stand at my door being annoying.
But anyway. Hannah said she'd come by for 11.45pm, & we discussed what we were wearing. I only have one dress I like at the moment (last year I had 4 or 5) so that was pretty much sorted for me. I got dressed at a steady pace & then got some breakfast & read the paper. Well, Jane talked to me a lot too. My Mom had to pop out to try on her outfit for the make over today, but she came back with her friend Maggie in tour. I was eating breakfast at this point, & genuinely thought my Mom was about to ditch her friend with me & make us talk. I pointedly said "I'm eating breakfast" & then my Mom said that no they weren't going to disturb me. So that was okay. Maggie was still in the hall, so my Mom went upstairs quickly to get all her things, & then they chatted in the hall while waiting for my Mom's other guests to arrive. When everyone had arrived my Mom said they were going over there & that I could wait here for Hannah. Hannah then called moments after they left to say she'd was running a bit late & would be there in 5 or 10 mins. She offered to meet me there, but I figured it'd be easier to just meet at my house. I continued to read the paper until she got here, & then we left her car keys at my house & went out. Oh, & she showed me her new tattoo. It's of a snowdrop, & she designed it herself in memory of her grandma. It looks like a henna tattoo. I couldn't get a tattoo - too painful. & I'm just not really a fan of tattoos.
Last year I'm pretty sure we walked round the outside, but this year it was pretty windy so we walked through the school. We saw Hazel outside the reception area - well, the inbetween area between reception & the way out to the terraces, & she told us that for the time being we had to walk the whole way round the tent to enter. She also told us she wanted us to make ourselves known to the photographer, so that they had photos of younger people, & the fact that we were OEs was just an added bonus.
As we got ourselves a glass of free pink champagne I told Hannah that I was drinking more - but only wine. Actually, just Lambrusco, Buck's Fizz, & white wine spritzers. But still. I'm getting past my complete fear of it (thank you very much, American) though I still thinking getting drunk is ridiculous. We moved into the tent, but there were a lot of women crowding up the entrance, making it hard to squeeze through. I thought about checking our table seating on the board in the entrance but my Mom had mentioned we were right by the stage, so I figured we'd find it or she'd show us. && so we squeezed through the crowds & looked around the stalls - I noticed the Age Concern one (my Mom's somehow involved with them) - & we checked out what everyone was wearing & who was here. We saw the photographer, but didn't say anything. Also, last year there were these 2 women who were basically goth twins. Well, they're super tanned (totally over the top) & have suuuch black hair, (always worn really elaborately), way too much make up, & odd dresses. The dresses would probably look nice if they just toned it down a bit. Anyway, we figured out one of the goth women was the mother of a girl in choir who would be singing today. I really dislike the mother because she is very pushy, & was rude towards me because I got the main solo at the Christmas services, not her daughter. But her daughter does have a lovely voice.
While we were looking around we saw the woman I wrote about after this event last year, & Hannah burst out laughing & said she'd been telling someone about it just the other day. It was quite funny, & anyone I've told the story to has agreed with what I was saying. But it's probably best if I don't repeat it. My Mom came over to talk then & said she was worried because they were putting her in skinny white jeans for the make over. I'm sure she'll be fine. Though I usually think of skinny white jeans as a young people thing. Then, my Mom went & introduced us to two of her friends who were running the Age Concern stall, & basically ditched us there. I can't remember the name of one of the women, but the other was Maggie. Her son works in the theatre & TV, & she saw my production last week. So we had a quick talk about the arts, & then she asked me my favourite author. Samuel Richardson was the first person to pop into my head, & I really do love 'Pamela' so I said him. I'm not sure if she actually knew who he was. Kudos if she did. && she said she preferred seeing Arthur Miller plays to Shakespeare. I couldn't entirely agree. I see them as 2 different types of theatre, which yes you can compare, but you could also argue that they're very different. So, um, yeah. I let her move onto Hannah then, & she quizzed her about art, & then said Hannah & I would probably be friends for life. I've never really labelled my friendship with Hannah, so I felt a teeny bit awkward then. We were looking for a way to escape this dwindling conversation, when Maggie said we mustn't let her keep us, so we were just about to say goodbye when she continued talking. Uggh. I hate it when I get caught in conversations, & totally can't get out of them. We started talking about how our feet were hurting, & were going to sit down, when Maggie said her feet were hurting too . . . & the conversation continued. Eventually Hannah just said her feet were really hurting & that she just had to sit down, so we said our goodbyes. I felt rude, but some people I just don't gel with. Maggie seemed nice, but I don't really like to talk about the things I'm interested in. Which sounds silly, but I have my passions, & I usually have friends who are not interested in there areas, or if they are, it's just a minor thing, & there are things they're more interested in. So when someone else comes along & tries to talk to me about these things I'm like "Woah, back off." I don't mean anything by it. I just rarely feel comfortable talking about it. I know. I'm weird.
We saw my Mom then, & she showed us to our table, which really was right by the stage. There were a few of my Mom's friends sitting there already, but I could only remember one of their names. Awkward. They all said hi to me, so I didn't have to remember their names in the end. The woman next to Hannah was quite old, & as we were talking she caught my eye. I felt it would be rude not to say hi, so we both did. And then the woman basically told us her life story. I really had no idea how to react when she told us her husband left us with her 2 year old son for another woman, & then died about three years later after suffering from Parkinsons. Obviously her son has all grown up now (this story came up when she started telling us her son used to go here) so these events happened a while ago, but I still didn't know what to say. The school's music scholars were singing & playing & the sound was blasting from the speakers, which also made it really hard to hear. After we finished our conversation with this woman Hannah said she hadn't known how to react to her story either. So then we just chatted. My Mom got some wine for her table, so I had some. It wasn't to my liking, but I drank it anyway. Must keep up appearances of normality.
Lunch was served, & Maggie was really nice & said because I didn't eat chicken I could have her slice of the asparagus quiche, but I really didn't need it. She was really be nice & insisting I have it, but I was fine. I had another brief conversation with her while Hannah was caught talking to the woman next to her. She asked me if I liked contemporary music. I said yes. I didn't know how to elaborate. I told her I didn't like screamo and country & western. I probably should have asked her what music she liked, but I just found talking to her so awkward. I don't know why. She said her son always told her to tell people who wanted to go into his industry that it was very hard, & that he'd been struggling. She was trying to be kind, but I figured that I was 19, & have been focusing on this for over 10 years, so of course I knew the industry was hard. But I'm being overly critical here. She was probably just looking for common ground. I felt even more awkward when my Mom asked Maggie if she'd told me about her son. She had. We still had very little to talk about.
Hannah & I were originally going to get Eton Mess for pudding, but my Mom chose this vanilla turrine & it looked so good that we went for it too. I thought it would taste better than it did, but the raspberry sauce was lovely. && then the speaker for this year started. She ran 'Save Our Souls', which teaches women how to dress better, & for their shape & colour palette. My Mom is on the Parent's Society, so had been asked to be one of the models, along with another woman. The other woman went first, & was told she was an autumn palette (warm colours). When the palettes were both held against her skin the warm ones obviously looked better. Then my Mom was up on stage. It was harder to tell with her, but I would say the cool palette (spring) was a little more striking against her. I don't think my Mom was pleased, as she wears very warm colours, but she's lucky because they all look good on her really. Maggie said she thought the warm looked best, & I said I thought they both looked good, but the cool possibly just won for me. Then she went back stage to get her new outfit, while the woman talked to us about the clothes best for us. I didn't necessarily agree when she talked about how to dress with big boobs. As someone who probably has some of the biggest natural boobs in the country I had to totally disagree. She said wear long necklaces - they just hang off my boobs like a shelf. She said to wear very deep v-necks - whenever I do people just look at my boobs even more & say I'm trying to raw attention to them. There were a few other things she said which I had to say from experience were totally wrong. Hannah agreed. Then they were ready to show us the clothes. The woman who went before my Mom came out in a green maxi dress, (which was quite nice), a coral pashmina, & a big brown belt just under her chest. Oh, & a long necklace. The dress was nice, but the belt & necklace pushed everything weirdly, & made it quite unflattering. Then my Mom came out. Her legs looked soooo skinny (well, she does have very skinny legs), but she was wearing this polka dot mac which bulked her out & hid her shape. Apparently they'd lost the blazer they'd picked out for her. She looked better without the mac, & had a purple sleeveless top with a blue cardi on. Then the woman fastened the cardi, which was unflattering. But the jeans looked good. & they also found the blazer, which looked nice with the rest of the outfit. I took some photos on her camera for her - shocked at the quality, I must say I've been quite spoiled by my cameras. One of my Mom's friends commented that she'd never realised just how skinny my Mom was. That was nice - I've got to remember to tell her that.
When my Mom came to sit down Maggie told her that she thought both colours looked good on her, & I said I liked everything but the mac & the blue cardi. Hannah said she liked everything, & my Mom said that a far as she was concerned what I'd said was high praise coming from me. =p
The woman finished her talk, & my Mom got some beautiful flowers as a thank you for taking part. They really were lovely. Hannah & I just stayed at the table & chatted, until she said she had to put some more cream on her tattoo. We exited the tent from the far side just as the raffle started, & Hannah took off her heels to walk across the grass. The queue in the bathroom was quite long, but she only needed to wash her hands. We headed back but were a little too nervous to walk through the tent while everyone was focusing on the raffle. We passed the musicians still sitting at a table by the entrance, & when we got back to the table Hannah asked me why they were still here. I replied that they probably had nothing better to do with their time. Mary McCarthy, who was helping out with the raffle right in front of her table, laughed & said she'd heard what I said (thinking I'd meant it about the people running the raffle). I felt mortified, & said I hadn't been talking about her, but I'm not sure if she believed me. She said she didn't mind though. Mary really is very sweet, & I wouldn't say that about her even if I did think the raffle people had nothing better to do with their time. Which isn't true anyway.
After the raffle everyone started dispersing, & Maggie got up to go. I tried to catch her eye to say goodbye, but she didn't look at me. I'm not sure if she was purposefully ignoring me, or just thought I wasn't worth the bother. I felt a twinge of guilt then, but I really hadn't know what to say to her. After she left my Mom asked me how she was, & I admitted that I hadn't really had much to say. My Mom reprimanded me then & said she was grieving for her husband, which made me feel awful, until I asked when it had happened. She said it happened seventeen years ago, which made me feel less bad. My Mom said it shouldn't make any difference that it had happened seventeen years ago, but it does, even if just a little bit. If it had just happened very recently then I would have admired her for being able to come out to an event like this, because I certainly wouldn't be able to. But after seventeen years I probably would have been able to leave the house. So that's the difference.
Hannah & I flipped through the magazine that we'd been given for free (last year we got free hair care) & I pointed out the shots I wanted to do. She said she could do those poses, & we just needed to find the locations & then voila. My Mom came back & said the jeans were only £8, so she'd probably get them, & maybe the tops too. She also very kindly gave us money for afternoon tea - I'm sure it was free last time. Hannah got a piece of chocolate cake, while I went for a piece of Victoria Sponge cake, & we both had tea. Jean was serving, so I said hey. Oh & Hannah called her mum to ask if she had the money to pay for the ticket, but Elaine was at the LS swimming gala, so my Mom said she'd write a check for her now & Hannah would pay her back at the party tonight. I thought that was very nice of her.
We headed back to our table, & I remembered to reply to a text I'd gotten from Vicky about the cast meal. Boffey had a tennis match, so she was asking if we were still having the meal. I said it was up to them. Hazel came over & asked if Hannah's tattoo was real or henna. Hannah think that Hazel's estimation of her has gone down now. After finishing our afternoon tea we headed outside the tent. The weather had been so up and down - cool, windy, hot, humid. We were hot now, & right above the tent there were blue skies & white clouds, but above the benches we were going to sit down on there were grey clouds that looked like they might burst at any moment. Before we got to the benches 2 boys went & sat there, so we just sat on the little steps & took our heels off & talked some more. Alex approached to ask me if we were having the cast dinner & I said it was up to them, so she said we were having it. We then saw Dave AR walking over to talk to the boys on the benches. He's back from UCLA to go to the ball with his girlfriend. He didn't acknowledge us at first, but at one point we both looked up at the same time, so he had to wave & smile (it was more of a grimace). I waved back & told Hannah, so she looked up & waved too. He returned the wave & showed teeth when he smiled. Hannah said he was being weird, & that even though we weren't close, he should still have come over to at least say hey. He left, & it started to spit a little bit, so we headed over to my house.
She wanted to see my new laptop & camera, so I showed them & we went through facebook profiles of people we knew. I think she was a bit pissed off with the girls we used to hang out with at school, so we were looking at what they'd been doing recently. Hugh came in & got cereal & I just thought it was nice how he got on with Hannah. Her mum called & asked Hannah to pick her up for the Leaving Drinks at my house (for the teachers leaving at the end of this year) so I told my Mom we'd be back in 10mins & that I had my phone with me. Hannah had All Time Low's CD playing, & I'm not sure what I think of it. It's the type of music I used to listen to all the time, but over the last year or so - probably more - it's become a bit samey to me. I do like their single 'Lost in Stereo' though.
Hannah changed out of her heels at her house & showed me the photos on her camera from her night out last night. Her mum finished getting ready - after being a bit annoyed at Hannah for the mess she'd left her room in - & we got back to my house. (Max called me on the way home to apologise for not seeing me today. He said he'd been in school for the last four hours, but he'd just been so busy. I thought it was nice of him to actually call & apologise, but it wasn't as if I'd been waiting around for him today. He said he might see me tomorrow, but he probably won't.) But anyway, Hannah & I went out into the garden when we got back, where my Dad told us that actually my Mom was wrong to invite us to this party, as it was a Common Room party, & that we should leave. First I showed Hannah our new patio area, & then we went & got food from Jean. We tried this tomato sticks & cranberry with cheese puffs. They were particularly nice.
We headed in then & wondered what the hell to do. Usually we take photos, or watch movies, or bake. We couldn't exactly bake now. So it was either movies or photos. We headed up to my room (stopping on the way to show Hannah my brother's drawing, before he rushed in & grabbed them & said they weren't good enough to be seen, although Hannah assured him that wasn't true) & lay on my bed for a bit before deciding to go & look at photos taken over the years on my laptop. We decided we'd have to put up some of the really bad ones of people we knew. After we'd finished Hannah wanted to look through the photos on my flickr & decide which ones to sell, so we started doing that until her mum said it was time to go after an hour and a half. I then read until the party finished about an hour later. There were no cranberry puffs left. Great sadness.
I read some more until my parents called me up to watch TV with them all. I had 3 lemon sherbets left from a packet we got back at Christmas, so I gave one to my brother & my Dad. My Mom said she couldn't have them because of her teeth, so I had the last one. My Mom started to fall asleep, & after BB was finished my Dad told Hugh & I to go to bed. My Mom was still partially awake, so I told her how lovely this day had been. I enjoyed my evening, & the routine of spending time with my family. I felt a bit sad that my Dad basically tentatively asked me if I wanted to watch it with them. I don't mean to be stroppy about watching it. Just it's annoying to watch it so late usually, & usually when I won't watch it I've just had a fight with my Mom, so am upset. But really I like spending time with them all. =)
6 year old Thoroughbred broodmare. Take a look at her pedigree and you'll see that her female line traces back to the most influential broodmare of the 20th century, La Troienne:
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From Wikipedia...
"She produced fourteen foals and 12 of them raced. 10 of those 12 were winners. The first of these was the Champion Black Helen, by Black Toney, born in 1932. Black Helen won the American Derby, the Florida Derby, the Maryland Handicap, and the Coaching Club American Oaks. The second was born in 1934, Biologist, by Bubbling Over who won the 1926 Kentucky Derby. The third was Baby League, born in 1935, again by Bubbling Over, who became the dam of four stakes winners: the great Hall of Fame filly Busher, as well as Mr. Busher, Striking, and Harmonizing. Her fourth winning foal was Big Hurry, another Black Toney filly, born in 1936, and the dam of five stakes winners: Be Fearless, Bridal Flower, The Admiral, Great Captain, and Searching. La Troienne also brought forth the great Hall of Fame colt Bimelech, born in 1937. By Black Toney, Bimlech won the Belmont Stakes, the Preakness Stakes, and placed in the 1940 Kentucky Derby. Big Event came next in 1938, a Blue Larkspur filly and dam of stakes winner Hall of Fame. In 1939, she dropped Businesslike who was the dam of two stakes winners: Busanda (who was the dam of Buckpasser) and Auditing. Then came Besieged by Balladier in 1940, Broke Even in 1941, a colt by Blue Larkspur, Back Yard in 1942, a gelding by Balladier, and in 1944 Bee Ann Mac by Blue Larkspur. Belle Histoire came along in 1945, once more by Blue Larkspur. Belle Histoire was the dam of stakes winner Royal Record. La Troienne's last two foals were Belle of Troy in 1947, again by Blue Larkspur, and the gelding Trojan War in 1948 by Shut Out.
Les Brinsfield, a pedigree expert, wrote: "Anyone who wants can take any daughter of La Troienne (or all of them) and trace them through pedigrees to today's stars. It will be a rare week when there is no stakes winner linebred to La Troienne.""
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Model Ana Beatriz Barros backstage before the 2008 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show at the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach, Florida on November 15, 2008 .
An older model I already posted on my IG account. But I didn\'t want to keep it from you so here it is....
Credit to ThankTheLEGOMaker for the use of the Han Solo Hairpiece on the bottom. There some other similarities between our design but trust me when I say that I figured them out myself^^.
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A history of Taormina.
Her name was Cheryl and she was 65, he was called Christopher and he was 59, they both came from Australia; before reaching Taormina, in Sicily, they had traveled far and wide in various European countries, finally they came to Italy to visit some cities of art and tourism such as Florence, Rome, Sorrento, Amalfi ... the reason for this great to wander? The answer will be known after their tragic ending: to look for a "beautiful place" where they can die ... They weren't married, they didn't behave like lovers or boyfriends do, they certainly were good friends, or maybe they were simply a so-called open couple. Physically and temperamentally they were the exact opposite: Cheryl was sunny, cheerful, decidedly nice, a little chubby, overweight, she loved to wear large handkerchiefs which she then tied on top of her head to form showy bows, Christopher instead was a bit skittish , closed and sad, of few words, thin, tall, with possibly gay attitudes, but both were very friendly, so much so that they had made friends above all with the hotel staff, indeed, to be honest, they made small gifts, they were objects of good workmanship that they had brought with them and bought somewhere, demonstrating their sincere attachment (they had chosen a famous hotel in Taormina, staying in a Junior Suite - Sea View, in Taormina they should have stayed a week, later they would go to Syracuse). On the day of departure, 02-October -2013, at 14.00, Cheryl and Christopher do not show up in the hall to hand over the keys to the room, with extreme embarrassment the assistant manager of the hotel and the housekeeper go to knock on their door , over and over again, and seeing that they do not answer, they open the door with the electronic passe-partout: as soon as they enter they see reflected in the mirror the shape of their bodies that appear stretched out in bed, motionless: quick and convulsive thousand questions pile up in the mind of the two women, the housekeeper is terrified and runs away, while the lady assistant director must be able to understand what is happening and approaches, what she sees is a surreal scene: they are clearly dead, lying and rigid on the bed, they are not hugging each other , however, they are lying next to each other, under them, to cover the blankets and sheets of the bed, they have placed a large sheet of cellophane, like the one used by painters, to prevent any the humors freed from lifeless bodies, could dirty; on the back of the bed hung a row of Halloween flags, with printed skulls, and, among these, other flags, those used for birthday parties, each with a letter forming the phrase "dance of death"; on the bedside table there were two empty bottles (200 - 300 ml), which each contained a lethal substance, there were keys (for the locks of the suitcases), and a letter, in which they reported their last wishes: they left the money to honor the hotel expenses, they donated the contents of their suitcases to the hotel, and finally asked forgiveness for the inconvenience that their extreme action would certainly have caused to the hotel. The scant news on the web at the time (all photocopies of a single article) reported that both suffered from serious health problems, but that was not the case, certainly there was some minor ailment, but nothing really serious and unsolvable. Cheryl and Cristopher now lie in the cemetery of Taormina, higher up, closer to the sky than to the earth, even with the high ladder it is not easy to get close, even if only to lay a flower, the Australian embassy was contacted, but no one asked that their bodies were repatriated to their homeland, Australia.
Saint Augustine does not seem to say "those who sing, pray twice", but it would be nice to think that I, in posting my photos and dedicating them to them, maybe I am praying for them.
Post Scriptum: I thank Mrs. Luisa, without her I would never have been able to reconstruct the last hours of their lives with some accuracy, the news on the web is imprecise and laconic; many thanks to mr. Bambara, a funeral director, who having buried their bodies in 2013, showed me, accompanying me in person, where exactly their location is.
All the photos I present were taken in the town of Taormina and its surroundings (Sicily); I made photos related to "street photography";
I tried to capture the essence of minimal photographic stories, collected walking down the street ... in search of fleeting moments ...
For some photographs I used a particular photographic technique at the time of shooting, which in addition to capturing the surrounding space, also "inserted" a temporal dimension, with photos characterized by being moved because the exposure times were deliberately lengthened, they are confused -focused-imprecise-undecided ... the Anglo-Saxon term that encloses this photographic genre with a single word is "blur", these images were thus created during the shooting phase, and not as an effect created subsequently, in retrospect, in the post-production.
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Una storia di Taormina.
Lei si chiamava Cheryl ed aveva 65 anni, lui si chiamava Christopher ed aveva 59 anni, entrambi provenivano dall’Australia; prima di giungere a Taormina, in Sicilia, avevano girato in lungo ed in largo in vari paesi d’Europa, infine giunsero in Italia per visitare alcune città d’arte e turismo come Firenze, Roma, Sorrento, Amalfi… il motivo di questo gran girovagare? La risposta si saprà dopo il loro tragico epilogo: cercare un “posto bello” dove poter morire…Non erano sposati, non si comportavano come fanno gli amanti od i fidanzati, certamente erano dei buoni amici, o forse erano semplicemente una cosiddetta coppia aperta. Fisicamente e caratterialmente erano l’esatto opposto: Cheryl era solare, allegra, decisamente simpatica, un po’ pienotta, sovrappeso, amava indossare dei grandi fazzoletti che poi annodava in cima al capo a formare dei vistosi fiocchi, Christopher invece era un po’ ombroso, chiuso e triste, di poche parole, magro, segaligno, alto, con atteggiamenti forse da gay, però entrambi erano molto cordiali, tant’è che avevano fatto amicizia soprattutto col personale d’albergo, anzi, a dirla tutta, acostoro facevano dei piccoli regali, erano oggetti di buona fattura che avevano portato con se ed acquistati chissà dove, a dimostrazione del loro sincero attaccamento (avevano scelto un famoso albergo di Taormina, alloggiando in una Junior Suite –Vista Mare, a Taormina sarebbero dovuti restare una settimana, dopo si sarebbero recati a Siracusa). Il giorno della partenza, il 02-ottobre -2013, alle ore 14,00, Cheryl e Christopher non si presentano nella hall a consegnare le chiavi della stanza, con estremo imbarazzo la vicedirettrice dell’albergo e la governante vanno a bussare alla loro porta, più e più volte, e, vedendo che non rispondono, aprono la porta con il passe-partout elettronico: appena entrate vedono riflessa nello specchio la sagoma dei loro corpi che appaiono distesi nel letto, immobili: rapide e convulse mille domande si affastellano nella mente delle due donne, la governante è terrorizzata e fugge via, mentre la vicedirettrice deve poter capire cosa sta succedendo e si avvicina, quello che vede è una scena surreale: loro sono chiaramente morti, distesi e rigidi sul letto, non sono tra loro abbracciati, però sono coricati l’uno accanto all’altra, sotto di loro, a coprire le coperte e le lenzuola del letto, hanno posto un grande foglio di cellophane, come quello che usano gli imbianchini, per evitare che eventuali umori liberatisi dai corpi esanimi, potessero sporcare; sulla spalliera del letto era appesa una fila di bandierine di Halloween, coi teschi stampati, e, tra queste, altre bandierine, quelle che si usano per le feste di compleanno, ognuna con una lettera a formare la frase “dance of death” (la danza della morte); sul comodino c’erano due flaconi (200 – 300 ml) svuotati, che contenevano ognuno una sostanza letale, c’erano delle chiavi (per le serrature delle valigie), ed una lettera, nella quale riportavano le loro ultime volontà: lasciavano i soldi per onorare le spese dell’albergo, donavano all’albergo il contenuto delle loro valigie, ed infine chiedevano perdono per il disagio che il loro gesto estremo avrebbe certamente arrecato all’albergo. Le scarne notizie sul web di allora (tutti articoli fotocopia di un solo articolo) riportarono che entrambi soffrivano di gravi problemi di salute, ma le cose non stavano così, certo qualche piccolo malanno c’era, ma nulla di veramente grave ed irrisolvibile. Cheryl e Cristopher adesso giacciono nel cimitero di Taormina, in alto, più vicini al cielo che alla terra, neanche con la scala alta è facile avvicinarsi, anche solo per deporvi un fiore, fu contattata l’ambasciata australiana, ma nessuno chiese che i loro corpi venissero rimpatriati nella loro patria, l’Australia.
Sant’Agostino sembra non disse “chi canta prega due volte”, ma sarebbe bello pensare che io, nel postare le mie foto e nel dedicarle a loro, forse io stia ugualmente pregando per loro.
Post Scriptum: ringrazio la signora Luisa, senza di lei non sarei mai riuscito a ricostruire con una certa accuratezza le ultime ore della loro vita, sul web le notizie sono imprecise e laconiche; ringrazio il sig. Bambara, impresario di pompe funebri, che avendone tumulato i loro corpi nell’anno 2013, mi ha indicato, accompagnandomi di persona, dove si trova esattamente la loro ubicazione.
Tutte le foto che presento sono state realizzate nella cittadina di Taormina e nei suoi dintorni (Sicilia);
ho realizzato foto riconducibili alla “street photography”;
ho cercato di cogliere al volo l’essenza di storie fotografiche minime, raccolte camminando per la strada ... alla ricerca di attimi fugaci s-fuggenti ...
Ho utilizzato per alcune fotografie una tecnica fotografica particolare al momento dello scatto, che oltre a catturare lo spazio circostante, ha "inserito" anche una dimensione temporale, con foto caratterizzate dall’essere mosse poiché volutamente sono stati allungati i tempi di esposizione, sono confuse-sfocate-imprecise-indecise...il termine anglosassone che racchiude con una sola parola questo genere fotografico è "blur", queste immagini sono state così realizzate in fase di scatto, e non come un effetto creato successivamente, a posteriori, in fase di post-produzione.
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De meeste spoorwegliefhebbers die zich met enige regelmaat op zondag met hun hobby bezig houden kennen ongetwijfeld de dieselolietrein die rond het middaguur vanuit Kijfhoek richting Venlo rijdt met als tractie veelal een Vectron bij BLS Cargo. Vooral aan het begin van 2019 was deze trein immers een geliefd doel voor vele fotografen waaronder ook ikzelf.
Het deel wat echter voor mijzelf nog ontbrak en eigenlijk nog gewenster is betreft natuurlijk de 'first mile' in de haven, ofwel de weg van het bedrijf vanwaar de wagens komen naar het emplacement waar de elektrische loc de trein overneemt. Hoog tijd daar dus maar eens verandering in aan te brengen en op de zondagmorgen koers te zetten naar Pernis, waar het uiteindelijk allemaal gebeurd.
De genoemde taak in de haven is aan Independent Rail Partner die voor hun havenactiviteiten diverse G1206 en G2000 locomotieven gebruiken. Vrijwel al deze machines dragen de opvallende zwart met roze kleurstelling maar in dit geval moest natuurlijk het buitenbeentje verschijnen, de zonder enige vervoerderskenmerken en zonder zichtbaar materieelnummer genoemde 2201.
De historie van deze in 2008 gebouwde loc leert ons dat ze voorafgaand aan de inzet bij IRP in dienst is geweest bij ACTS onder nummer 7112, HTRS onder nummer 1798 (waarbij ook gestickert in de HUSA kleurstelling). TrainGroup onder nummer TG-105 (waarvan de schrikstrepen rondom nog altijd een herinnering zijn), RTS Rail, LOCON (wederom als 1798) en Bentheimer Eisenbahn.
Terug naar het moment van de foto brengt ons op de Vondelingenplaat temidden van de enorme Shell terreinen en op de achtergrond gelegen Koole Tankstorage Minerals alwaar de wagens aan de haak van deze G1206 beladen worden met dieselolie. Na wagencontrole en remproef en daarmee gepaard het nodige geduld van de fotografen trekt de 2201 zijn sleep wagens behoedzaam de de poort uit op weg naar emplacement Pernis. De machinist zal aansluitend de dieselloc wisselen voor een elektrisch exemplaar waarna de lange reis naar het Zwitserse Basel kan beginnen als trein 49077.
Marianne Williams Park
Boise, Idaho
The Ruby-crowned Kinglet, one of North America's smallest songbirds, has a loud, complex song and, with up to 12 eggs, lays the largest clutch of any North American passerine for its size. Males and females are nearly identical in plumage -- olive green-gray on the upperparts with two strong white wing-bars and a broken, white eye-ring. The male has a scarlet crown patch, which is usually concealed unless agitated.
During migration and winter, the Ruby-crowned Kinglet occupies a variety of habitats and is often recognized by its constant wing-flicking. As a breeder, it inhabits spruce-fir forests of the northern and mountainous western United States and Canada. Its nest is hidden, often near the trunk and up to 30 meters above the ground, making reproductive data difficult to gather. Much remains to be learned about the breeding biology and behavior of this species.
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It was an amazing experience, the city is beautiful and I was lucky enough to get such a crazy red sunset at least once !
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Torso of a High General
4th century BC
Graywacke*
This statue's short kilt and striding pose eye favored for the the statues of high officials during the fourth century BC,and were certainly chosen for the evocation of the great tradition stretching back to the old kingdom.Although the owner's name is broken away,the long inscription indicates that the individual had a high general's title,held offices at Busiris,and performed restorations there and Abydos for damages that resulted from "the foreigners",a description that must refer to the Persian occupation.
Indeed works at Abydos during dynasty 30 are documented by archaeological and inscriptional evidence.Moreover,the strongly modeled chest and musculature and details of the style seem to fit well in Dynasty 30,perhaps even the reign of Nentanebo 1 (380-343 BC),suggesting that the statues inscription may indeed be a contemporary account by a high military official.
*graywacke is a dark coarse-grained sandstone containing more than 15 percent clay