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i will keep my account to still keep in touch with all of my friends & their streams of life & inspiration. i will no longer be posting photos though. this one will stay considering it is the epitome of my love of flickr and i felt bad pulling it when it was chosen by the awesome people here <3
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this is why photography is so intriguing to me. why it fills me up. it is the single moment when all falls into place and is captured. looking back on this day, if she had not been in her gown and the sun didn't fall just perfectly, or the rain didn't shower... her shadow would not have made a heart... happy moments & shutter clicks...
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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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Went through my past Christmas pictures of Asha for some to upload and came across this one of Asha in her Christmas gnome outfit (or is it Santa's little helper outfit?...lol). Anyway I had a pun for gnome so going with gnome outfit...lol. I love the expression on Asha's face here so have uploaded it hoping it brings a Christmas smile to people's faces. On Asha's behalf Happy Christmas dear flickr friends.
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!
Um den frischen Account auch mit älteren Bildern zu füllen, heute mal wieder ein Blick ins Archiv. Passend zur Jahreszeit bieten sich Fotos des bedeutenden Hochwassers um den Jahreswechsel 2023 / 2024 an. Dadurch entstanden interessante neue Motive, wie z.B. auf diesem sonst eher langweiligen Feld zwischen Kirchweyhe und Dreye.
Daher entschied ich mich an einem freien Vormittag möglichst dicke Winterkleidung zusammenzusuchen und bei -6°C einige Zeit an der neu entdeckten Stelle zu frieren. Schlussendlich hatte ich sogar noch Glück mit den Zügen. Zwar waren Güterzüge wie immer auf der Rollbahn ein seltenes Gut, dafür wurde überraschend die Überführung eines 401-Bordrestaurants vorgemeldet. Somit hatte sich das Warten in der Kälte definitiv gelohnt!
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This fake account is stealing a lot photos from different members on deviantArt
Be Creative, or Admire others work without stealing it :)
**Bezoek en volg ook mijn andere Flickr account als je foto's van reguliere reizigerstreinen en trams wilt zien!**
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Rondom het behoud van de voormalig NS 466 is Stcihting de Karel Foundation opgericht. Behalve het behoud van dit markante treinstel wat in november 2019 zijn introductierit reed is het ook te huren door gezelschappen voor charitatieve doeleinden. Eén van de goede doelen die hiermee worden gesteund is de KWF kankerbestrijding. Een prachtig alternatief wat je eigenlijk niet anders dan toe kan juichen!
Voor 28 juni was een ruim 600 kilomter lange conditierit voorzien waarbij de Stichting fotografen aanmoedigde op een veilige en bewuste wijze foto en/of videomaterieel van 'De Karel' te maken en dit vervolgens beschikbaar te stellen. Ook ikzelf besloot daaraan mee te doen waarop ik na mailcontact voorzien werd van de tijden waarop het veteraantje zou rijden. Hierbij werd gekozen voor de Zeeuwse lijn aangezien Plan V en zeker ook de 466 hier een rijke historie kent.
Met helaas een onfortuinlijke fotowolk op de heenweg werd vol goede moed koers gezet naar het Zeeuwse en circa 15 minuten voor doorkomst stelling ingenomen langs het spoor nabij 's-Heer Arendskerke. Strak volgens schema en in een wonderlijk perfect zongat passeert "de Karel' 466 als trein 33222 onderweg van Vlissingen naar Amsterdam Centraal het drietal fotografen. Hoewel Vlissingen al ver lijkt zou de reis nog verder gaan naar Enkhuizen alvornens de dag wederom in de hoofdstad te eindigen.
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Een eerdere keer al kwam de zaterdagse actie van Railtraxx in het Antwerpse havengebied al eens onder onze aandacht, ditmaal kwamen we er eigenlijk op uit nadat een aantal treinen rondom Gent onfortuinlijk niet bleken te rijden.
Door het gesloten zijn van de gebruikelijke route treffen we de Athus-shuttle vanuit Krommenhoek eens aan de totaal andere kant van de haven als de Kieldrechtsluis al gepasseerd is maar de Kallosluis nog gepasseerd moet worden. Vervolgens zal de trein, ditmaal getrokken door de 266 031 via Bundel Zuid en de Antigoontunnel koers zetten naar Antwerpen Schijnpoort. Alhier vind een locwissel plaats en zal de trein uiteindelijk getrokken door een duo 186 naar Athus gebracht worden.
Op de achtergrond zijn de kranen zichtbaar van de twee meest noemenswaardige containerterminals op de linkeroever, namelijk DP World en de MSC MPET terminal aan het Deurganckdok, tevens de plaats waar deze trein zijn reis begon. Geheel rechts in beeld is een constructie zichtbaar die toebehoort aan Borealis Kallo, een bedrijf wat zover ik het kan beoordelen geen rol speelt in het spoorgoederenvervoer.
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 ...
Heyaaa.. I made a new account here just for my own photos and blogposts so please follow me and I'll follow you back! ç.ç
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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Aboriginal rock art at Raft Point. The art is an account of the mythical Wandjina tribe on the "Great Fish Chase." The images depict the Wandjina spirits with distinctive haloes along with crocodiles, fish, snakes and dugong. The paintings which are probably thousands of years old and of great historical importance are looked after exclusively by an Aboriginal tribe member. This member is authorized to keep keep the paintings in good order according to the tribal laws and custom.
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Many of you already know ... I have got a new flickr-account where you can find already lots of new pictures taken by me. So please follow my new account if you want to see more pictures, because I won't upload any photos here any more. See you soon in my new stream :-)
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Asha and I have moved to a new account on flickr (ashaconniekells), hopefully the above link will take you straight to us. Decided as Asha was the most important in this relationship on flickr I would put her name first. As you know flickr has changed their rules for non pro account holders to only upload 1000 pictures. I debated whether to go Pro or not and came up with the conclusion that it would be better to open a new account and continue on from there. There were two main reasons, the first being I didn't want to get into a yearly contract in case some time in the future I wasn't able to pay the yearly subscription and I had thousands of pictures....Would flickr delete all the pictures over 1000? Also with my years being on flickr I've come to realise that most people don't go that far back on your photostream, they just don't have the time to go further back than 10 pages (most would just view the current page I'm sure so what is the point in having more than 10 pages?).
I hope our friends and followers on flickr understand our reasons and will follow Asha and myself over to our new account. I hope in time I will get around to following all our friends and followers on our new account. I have actually added all the pictures here into 'Galleries' on our new account so if you are in our new account you can still see these older pictures in 'Galleries'.
I'm going to continue to keep this account open as well and will come into it from time to time to keep it active in case flickr delete it because of inactivity. So you might still get faves from here and I will probably upload some of the pictures to groups etc to keep it active.
Asha and I want to thank you ALL for your support and following and comments. We appreciated each and every one...Lots of Love...Connie & Asha xxx
There is not much for me to say about myself other than I have a Border Collie called Asha whom I love dearly and love to take pictures of her as she literally poses for the camera. I'm not a photographer only started taking pictures when I discovered Asha will pose for them which I'm told is extremely rare for dogs to do as they are generally camera shy. Asha has loads of personality and I hope this comes through in my pictures of her and pulls up for my lack of ability at taking pictures as I literally know nothing about photography. I hope you enjoy looking at my pictures of Asha....Thank you for looking...Connie and Asha xxx
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 .
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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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The Instagram account @IGersBoston hosted a great photowalk yesterday as part of instagram's #WWIM14 - worldwide instameet 14. I guess that means there have been 14 of them, but I only went to my first one last spring and this was my second.
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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I was in hamburg for a bit more than a week. Enough time to see a lot but for sure not all.
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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Wanneer de JT42CWR tot je favoriete locomotief behoort is het streven dan ook ze in zoveel mogelijk varianten vast te leggen en bewonderen. Hoewel ik de versie van Euro Cargo Rail al diverse malen voor de lens kreeg gebeurde dat nooit eerder bij de juiste zonstand met uitzondering van de keer dat ik ze gloednieuw bij Nedtrain in Tilburg kon fotograferen. Door herhaaldelijk vol te houden op een traject waar ze vrijwel dagelijks rijden wilde het ditmaal wél lukken!
Natuurlijk zullen velen van jullie nu denken waarom ik deze loc niet gewoon beschrijf als Class 66 waarbij ik moet verduidelijken dat die benaming eigenlijk helemaal niets te maken heeft met het type locomotief. Immers kennen we ze ook als Baureihe 266, 247 of Class 77. Al deze benoemingen echter zijn niets meer dan verwijzende naar de nummering van de locomotieven in verschillende landen. De officiële type-aanduiding voor deze krachtpatsers is JT42CWR.
In dit geval zien we de 247 029 voorzien van een bescheiden DB logo op de fronten als tractie voor een sleep met buizen beladen rongenwagens ter hoogte van Ratingen/Lintorf passeren onderweg zijnde van Oberhausen Osterfeld Süd naar Dusseldorf Rath. Amper een uurtje later zou de loc alweer los terugkeren en werd daarbij uiteraard nog even doel van een close upje.
De in 2008 door het Canadese Electro-Motive-Diesel gebouwde 247 029 kunnen we overigens ook identificeren als 266 429 en onder het volledige UIC nummer 92 80 1266 429-0 D-DB. Helaas is deze machine niet op Nederlandse bodem te zien en beperkt zijn toelating zich tot België, Duitsland en Frankrijk.
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ECR/DBC 247 029 - Ratingen (D) 26-10-2019.
DB Cargo (former Euro Cargo Rail) 247 029 could also be identified as 266 429 or full UIC number 92 80 1266 429-0 D-DB as it's seen working a loaded pipes train from Oberhausen Osterfeld Süd to Dusseldorf Rath while passing near Ratingen/Lintorf, Germany.
Unfortunately those nice looking sheds can't be seen in the Netherlands as they have licenses to operate in Belgium, France and Germany only. Since 2013 Euro Cargo Rail is a full part of DB Cargo being the owner of these locomotives still fitted in ECR livery with a small DB logo up front on just a few of them.
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Waar je op de Brabantroute eigenlijk omgeleide treinen verwacht die gewoonlijk het A15 tracé en de grensovergang bij Emmerich benutten was er dankzij werkzaamheden in het zuiden van Limburg ook een totaal andere omleider te zien tijdens een dagje langs de baan in de hoop op leuke goederentreintjes. In dit geval ging het om een steevast rijdende staaltrein vanuit Beverwijk met bestemming Kinkempois die gewoonlijk niet eens in de buurt van Rotterdam, laat staan Dordrecht komt.
Het is aan de 193 312 (voorzien van de milieubewuste stickers 'Das ist Grün') om deze staaltrein van tractie te voorzien tussen Beverwijk en Roosendaal. Hierbij werd dwars door de randstad gereden en daarbij dus ook de fotografen gepasseerd onder rugnummer 47683 ter hoogte van Willemsdorp, slechts een goede minuut voordat de trein Brabant zal bereiken. Vanaf Roosendaal zou het geheel verder gaan aangevoerd door maarliefst drie Vlaamse reizen.
Op het moment van het maken van deze foto zou de toelating voor Vectron locomotieven in België ongeveer drie weken in orde bevonden zijn ware het niet dat er toch nog wat meer tijd overheen gaat voordat deze machines daadwerkelijk in het Belgische zullen rijden. Waar wij er al enige jaren aan gewend zijn zal een nieuw toegelaten locomotieftype vele Belgische treinliefhebbers positief stemmen. Na vele jaren waarin de Traxx ruimschoots overheerst mogen onze zuiderburen ook hoop gaan vestigen op meer variatie en vele fotografische doelen.
Changdeokgung (lett. "palazzo della prospera virtù"),
è un palazzo che si trova all'interno di un parco di Seul.
Si tratta di uno dei Cinque grandi palazzi costruiti dai sovrani della dinastia Joseon; a causa della sua posizione a est del Gyeongbokgung spesso è chiamato semplicemente "palazzo orientale".
Changdeokgung era il palazzo favorito di molti sovrani coreani del Medioevo e mantiene molti dei caratteri tipici dello stile coreano del periodo dei tre regni, come per esempio il fatto che si armonizza nell'ambiente circostante invece di imporvisi.
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La Porta Donhwamun è la porta principale del Palazzo Changdeokgung, uno dei cinque palazzi principali di Joseon.
Fu costruita nel maggio del 1412, il 12° anno del regno di Re Taejong e bruciata durante l'invasione giapponese del 1592.
La porta fu ricostruita insieme al Palazzo Changdeokgung nel 1° anno del regno di Re Gwanghaegun (1609).
È un edificio a due piani con cinque kan (un'unità di misura che si riferisce alla distanza tra due colonne) nella parte anteriore e due kan di lato, e ha un tetto a padiglione, chiamato ujingakjibung, che mostra una forma trapezoidale se visto di fronte.
Il peso del tetto è sostenuto dalle teste delle colonne in cima e anche tra i pilastri.
Questo è chiamato stile dapo (teste di colonna multiple).
I tre kan al centro del primo piano hanno due porte ciascuno, ma i kan alle due estremità sono bloccati dal muro.
Secondo un resoconto nella Storia della dinastia Joseon, una campana di bronzo fu appesa alla porta nel 13° anno del regno del re Taejong (1413), ma poiché la porta è stata ricostruita, questo può essere solo immaginato.
La porta Donhwamun, come la porta Sungnyemun (Namdaemun) e la porta Honghwamun (la porta principale del palazzo Changgyeonggung), è un bene culturale importante per la ricerca sullo stile di costruzione delle porte costruite all'apice della dinastia Joseon.
Changdeokgung (lit. "palace of prosperous virtue"),
it is a palace located inside a park in Seoul.
It is one of the Five Great Palaces built by the rulers of the Joseon Dynasty; Due to its location east of Gyeongbokgung it is often simply called the "East Palace".
Changdeokgung was the favorite palace of many Korean rulers in the Middle Ages and retains many of the typical characteristics of the Korean style of the Three Kingdoms period, such as the fact that it blends into its surroundings rather than imposing on them.
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Donhwamun Gate is the main gate of Changdeokgung Palace, one of the five main palaces of Joseon.
It was built in May 1412, the 12th year of King Taejong's reign, and burned during the Japanese invasion of 1592.
The gate was rebuilt together with Changdeokgung Palace in the 1st year of King Gwanghaegun's reign (1609).
It is a two-story building with five kan (a unit of measurement referring to the distance between two columns) at the front and two kan at the side, and has a hipped roof, called ujingakjibung, which displays a trapezoidal shape when viewed in front of.
The weight of the roof is supported by the column heads at the top and also between the pillars.
This is called dapo style (multiple column heads).
The three kan in the center of the first floor have two doors each, but the kan at either end are blocked by the wall.
According to an account in the History of the Joseon Dynasty, a bronze bell was hung on the gate in the 13th year of King Taejong's reign (1413), but since the gate has been rebuilt, this can only be guessed at.
Donhwamun Gate, like Sungnyemun Gate (Namdaemun) and Honghwamun Gate (the main gate of Changgyeonggung Palace), is an important cultural asset for research on the construction style of gates built in the peak of the Joseon Dynasty.
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Dieser Account muss leider jetzt umziehen, da ich seit einiger Zeit nur noch Zugriff auf diesen über das Handy (sprich die Flickr.-App) habe.
Da Yahoo auch leider nicht sehr hilfreich ist und es nur noch eine Frage der Zeit ist bis ich auch über die App keinen Zugriff mehr habe, ziehe
ich um. Wer mir weiterhin gerne folgenden möchte, erreicht mich ab sofort unter dem Namen new_bri_gitte (www.flickr.com/photos/bri_gitte).
Würde mich sehr freuen!
This account will move now due to technical-problems… Seems Yahoo can not help :-( If you will follow me in future too you can find me under
the new name new_bri_gitte (www.flickr.com/photos/bri_gitte).
In preparation for an afternoon Santa Special back in December of 2014, Valley Railroad Mikado #3025 runs around her passenger consist in the yard at Essex, CT, near Milepost 4.0.
Back in 2017, the railroad was running two types of Christmas trains, one being a daytime "Santa Special" and the other, the night-time, "North Pole Express." The daytime trains were a little shorter in duration and did not offer the on-board theatrical productions that the night-time trips did. It was also offered at a lower price-point, to account for the fact that some families just can't afford the higher fare for several people. In later years, due to incredible demand for the North Pole Express product, the railroad dropped the Santa Special trips and simply started their North Pole Express at 2PM, offering 9 trips on weekdays and 13 on the weekends. The demand seems to be there. Every year, the tickets go on sale in September and are gone within days. In 2024, the railroad fielded 4 trains, 3 of which were steam-powered, and carried something like 87,000 passengers during the 6-week holiday season.
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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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By the looks of things, has over done it with the sugary stuff and was sleeping it off!
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Greetings! I'll be posting most of my builds this summer at the account General Farok for the purposes of competing in the LEGO war game Decisive Action 4: Hammer to Fall. I've already got some brand-new LEGO scenes, like the above, posted over there, and lots more to come, so go check it out! Also, power in the game is based on faves, so if you like the builds, a liberal hand on the fave button would be appreciated.
Also, if you like strategy games and LEGO, there's still plenty of time to join Decisive Action. I played the last iteration, and it was the most excitement I've ever had with the LEGO hobby. Check out the mayhem here!
Well, not exactly. But it kinda looks like a cake he'd design. The cake IS a wedding cake, designed for a client by her sister. Super creative, and - from all accounts - super tasty. Coolest cake I've ever seen. More at my website.
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Eens iets totaal anders dan het gebruikelijke werd gevonden langs bundel Amerika Zuid, gelegen in het meest zuidoostelijke puntje van de rechteroever in het Antwerpse havengebied. De enige gebruiker van het spoor is hier Euroports, een bedrijf wat onregelmatig ketelwagens ontvangt vanuit DB of LINEAS die aldaar beladen worden met kalkslurry. Dat dit beladen een tijdrovende klus is blijkt uit het rangeerproces.
Voor het rangeren gebruikt men een bij Lokaction gehuurd rangeervoertuig wat het midden houd tussen een kleine vrachtwagen en een locomotiefje. Gezien de beperkte ruimte kan steeds slechts 1 ketelwagen aangehaakt worden om onder de belader te rangeren. Een belader die overigens ook gebruikt wordt door het wegverkeer waardoor het proces nog tijdrovender wordt.
Met het geluk activiteit te treffen rondom het rangeervoertuig besloten we tot het maken van enkele foto's waarbij de bestuurder duidelijk kenbaar maakte dat hij geen probleem had met onze aanwezigheid. Klein maar fijn trekt het pruttelende rangeertrekkertje een ketelwagen naar bundel Amerika Zuid waarna het kunstje 1 voor 1 wagens te laden nog menig malen zal worden herhaald.
after being offline for nearly two years because of personal issues I find myself under attack from malicious people in SL again
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Het doet me altijd denken aan tijden van weleer, tijden waarin de InterCity van en naar Brussel gewoon via Roosendaal de grens overstak en van de HSL helemaal nog geen sprake was. Eerlijkheid verplicht mij te zeggen dat ik deze trein voor ritten van/naar België niet meer heb gebruikt sinds men via Breda en de HSL rijdt. Het nemen van de stoptrein vanuit Roosendaal is immers sneller en minder complex.
In het geval van deze foto die de NMBS 2805 en 2806 ieders aan weerszijden van de trein laat zien wordt echter wel gebruik gemaakt van de oude route via Dordrecht maar zijn omwille van de coronamaatregelen geen reizigers aan boord. Wat het doel van deze ledige rit wel is is mij weliswaar niet bekend maar het klikje op de oude route kan ik wél aftikken, al is het maar omdat dat toch weer wat leuke herinneringen terug brengt.
As I'm sure you all already know, Flickr is changing their policy regarding storage for free accounts. This is a problem for cheapos like me who aren't willing to start paying for what used to be a free hobby.
So I bet you're all thinking, "Gee, I wonder what PlazaACME's gonna do?"
Well I have an answer- sort of. I'm planning on keeping this (free) Flickr account, meaning a few thousand of my photos have to be purged out. There will be no more regular uploads on my page from this point out.
The photos that were on this page will be moved to my blog. (Let's just ignore the half-dozen weird posts I have there currently). These reposts will be done slowly over the next few weeks. Long-term, I'd like to use the blog for "stours" and use another platform for my more random posts, but until a decent alternative presents itself I'll just keep everything on the blog. I will also remain active on Flickr, but only to keep up with everybody's photos.
The photo is totally unrelated. Just wanted to use one of the more interesting ones I had sitting in the archives. It's from a foggy night when my roommate and I went out and took some photos around the city.
We had stopped at a static aircraft display in Summerside, PEI, and as impressive enough as this Argus Maritime Patrol Aircraft was, a short older fellow standing underneath it (and getting in the way of my photo), was even more so. It turned out he was a pilot who had flown the aircraft and enthusiastically shared a fascinating personal account. He told me about the crew of 15, the onboard bunks for rest breaks, the cabin furnace, kitchen complete with oven and coffee machine, the extended patrols lasting 18 hours or more without aerial refueling, 3600 kg loads consisting of bombs, mines, spare parts, and torpedoes. His typical flights would start out late on a Monday afternoon with a mission plan and he finally returned home after debriefing on Wednesday morning. They could fly 1000 miles out to sea, remain on task for eight hours, and return to base with enough fuel to divert for another 500 miles. The four 18 cylinder engines would tick over at just 1600 RPM at cruising speed.
After talking with him, the static display on a cloudless blue sky didn't really seem to do the image any justice. Consequently, with a little back and forth between my computer and an iPhone app, I came up with this composite.
Addendum: Since posting this, I found a newspaper clipping detailing the loss of one aircraft at Summerside. Apparently, they were returning for an emergency landing with one engine out. The weather was stormy with high winds, thunder and lightning, and as they came in, a gust lifted one wing, which dipped the other into a snowbank. They were headed right for the tower and school behind it when the pilot was able to turn enough to avoid it but crashed down the runway. Three crew perished but thirteen survived.