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I'm afraid this might be broad-necked root borer that could damage oak trees in my yard. Can anyone confirm identification? Webster Groves, Missouri.
Parablennius zvonimiri. A small but wonderfull Blenny hiding in a hole, not really sure of what he is seeing...Mediterranean sea.
The only sight more pathetic than a discarded teddy bear on the side of a freeway is a 53-year-old grampa on the side of the freeway, taking the bear's picture. The bear is now safe and sound, in case you were wondering; he won't get to spend the year out on The Isle of Misfit Toys.
I made it out alive, as well.
I just noticed that he looks kinda like the Hobbits, right after they destroy that ring.
just felt more artistic, and had an idea. and went with it, not sure how well it turned out. pose is my own <3
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A party celebrating Halloween taking place at Fittie as I visited this evening 28/10/17, a great effort from whomever was organising the event, this character and other gracing the benches of Fittie as the music, chat and laughter came from the tarry shed.
I had to capture the moment hence loaded the Nikon and snapped a few photos.
Footdee is an area of Aberdeen, Scotland known locally as "Fittie". It is an old fishing village at the east end of the harbour. The name is actually folk etymology. Far from being "Foot of the Dee/Fit o the Dee", it is actually a corruption of a former dedication to a "St Fothan".
The area has had a settlement as far back as the Medieval times and the first recorded reference to the area of Fittie was in the year 1398. This village was slightly further North than where Footdee is now located. It would have been near to where the St Clement's Church is located.
Footdee is a particularly interesting example of a planned housing development purpose-built to re-house Aberdeen's local fishing community. Laid out in 1809 by John Smith, then Superintendent Of The Town's Public Works. Smith went on to establish himself as one of Aberdeen's key architects. Occupying an isolated spit of land to the SE of Aberdeen's city centre, its regimented squares have been described as a cross between the neo-classical aspirations of Aberdeen and the close-knit fishing communities of the north-east.
The two squares of 'Fish Town' (known as Footdee), originally contained 28 single-storey thatched houses although this increased when the later Middle Row (circa 1837) and Pilot Square (circa 1855) were added. The entrances on each of the North and South squares were filled in the 1870s by William Smith (son of John and architect of Balmoral Castle). He also added additional storeys to the East and West sides of South Square creating a tenement feel. This was an attempt to ease crowding resulting from an influx of fishing families from other less prosperous areas and to help try to enforce the 'one-house-one-family' rule.
The Town Council decided to start selling the dwellings to occupiers in 1880, beginning a period of incremental development and reconstruction. Additional storeys and dormers were added piecemeal by the new owners as funds allowed. The result is one of individuality expressed within the constraints of a strictly formal plan and is a contributing factor to the special architectural and historical interest of Footdee as a whole.
Throughout the 19th century, 'tarry sheds' were added to the communal land within the squares opposite each dwelling and now every dwelling has its own shed. Originally constructed from drift wood and other found materials, the sheds have been built and rebuilt in an idiosyncratic manner over the years in a variety of materials with rendered brick now predominating slightly (2006). Some timber built sheds remain, predominantly on the North side of North Square.
North Square Mission Hall occupies the central area of the North Square, reflecting its significance as an integral part of village life. The building is plain, with simple detailing throughout, and as such, responds sympathetically to its setting and context. Known locally as 'the schoolie' the hall was built for general as well as religious purposes and continues to operate as a multi-purpose meeting space.
The entire Footdee village was added to the statutory list in 1967 as a single entity. The village was subsequently given Conservation Area status in 1968. At resurvey in 2006, each building within the Conservation Area was re-assessed separately. Key examples, demonstrating both individual architectural interest and representing the history and development of the village as a whole, were selected for listing.
On an 1828 map, the new housing squares were specifically labelled 'Fish Town'. 'Footdee' referred to the larger area from St. Clement's Church to 'Fish Town'. Later, the name 'Footdee' was erroneously used to refer specifically to the housing squares, with 'Fish Town' becoming forgotten.
On Tuesday 25 September 2012, Footdee became covered in foam from the sea after experiencing strong wind and rain conditions. The effect was like a blanket of snow and this made the UK national news.
Fitzroy
Thanks lovely friends who entertained me with stories, dropped by with coffee, and gave me their walls x
Ok, so this happened while we were sitting there in the sunshine eating lunch: A monarch butterfly came and sat on my water bottle. For a really long time. It must have sat there for at least 15-20 min. Then it briefly flew away and came back again -- and sat there for another 15-20 min. It was weird. It was not afraid of us. Later, when I related this story to my sister, she said it must have been the spirit of our mother who had come to say "hello." Hmm.
Crow Pose or in Sanskrit is Bakasana-what a fun, playful and challenging arm balance. Have fun practicing this pose on the yoga mat or anywhere. This pose builds confidence and strength with every practice; pleace remember to have a forward gaze "drishti" and breathe deeply while practicing, also do not be afraid to fall. Keep practicing! Photo was taken by Charles Wills, always grateful to have my personal photographer and it was extra enjoyable to practice yoga on the beach in Florida with my amazing 10 year old yogi Karlisse. The ever moving sand & water under the palm of the hands added an additional challenging element to the practice, however, the ocean air & sounds were a simply a magical moving meditation.
File name: 09_03_000047
Title: Attendees of the 1898 Indian Congress [Afraid of Eagle, Sioux]
Creator/Contributor: Frank A. Rinehart (1861-1928), photographer
Created/Published:
Date created: 1898-1899
Physical description: platinum print photographs
Summary: Rinehart, a commercial photographer in Omaha, Nebraska, was commissioned to photograph the 1898 Indian Congress, part of the Trans-Mississippi International Exposition. More than five hundred Native Americans from thirty-five tribes attended the conference, providing the gifted photographer and artist an opportunity to create a stunning visual document of Native American life and culture at the dawn of the 20th century. Although the portraits are posed and artistically lighted in his studio, they have a candid intimacy that allows his subjects individuality and dignity, a quality not shared by most 19th-century ethnographic photography.
Rinehart printed the photographs as platinum prints, a photographic media known for its delicate tonal range and permanence.
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: No known restrictions.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8
Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
Youre paralyzed
Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know its thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight
As I was posting this picture I'm afraid my mind wandered (it does that, apparently) to a song by Tom Lehrer. Wherever you are in the world, if spring is just around the corner... this is for you :)
I strongly recommend that you listen to THIS as you read!
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I'd like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your drab, wretched lives. Here's a song all about spring-time in general, and in particular, about one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords us all.
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo
We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgin!
To poison a pigeon in the park.
Tom Lehrer
No Oscars here I feel !!!
Strobist stuff:
YN560II with gridded snoot - [1/8th power @ 28mm]
Nik Siver Efex conversion to mono.
These days I am much more afraid of succeeding than I am of failing. Failure is familiar. It's my friend and teacher. It's always there, waiting; it never lets me down.
Succeeding, on the other hand, is terrifying. It attracts attention and, worse, creates expectations. Just the thought of it sends me burrowing deep into my own interior.
Once I've done a piece of work, I never want to see it again. Thoughtful clients often send me finished, published versions of whatever shit I've written for them... and I treat it like anthrax: if I know what's in the package, I won't even open it. Straight into the recycling bin it goes as I attempt to wipe my mind clean of the experience.
Sometimes someone I know will hear a speech I've written delivered. And they'll mention it. And I will shrivel inwards with a silent scream of "Nooo!" because I don't want to hear about it. It's bad enough that I write these turds; I sure as hell have zero interest in watching them swirl down the toilet.
I feel the same about photos. I mean... success and failure are relative. And I feel good in the photo world because I almost always fail. I have no training, no technical skills and, most important, nothing at stake. So failing is pure experience - removed from the sphere of judgment.
Posting photos here is my way of trying to sort through all this dumb emotion, poking my bald shrivelled blindly blinking turtle head out of its happy place, deep inside my shell. And then retreating, 'cause that's what I do. The modern world is much, much too much for me and happiness = solitude.
I'm afraid ....
Cảm ơn về tất cả..Nếu một mai tôi không thễ thấy bạn thì tôi sẽ luôn bên cạnh và nghe bạn mà ;3 Có thễ tôi đang khóc vì kĩ niệm đẹp và cũng có thễ tôi đag khóc vì một giấc mơ cũa tuỗi thơ tôi trãi qua,,,Tất cả...
Nếu xãy ra điều đó,tôi chĩ muốn nói : Tôi muốn gặp gia đình tôi và bạn bè tôi..Tôi nhớ họ : )
You’re Closer To Heaven On A Mountain | Mt. Whitney, Lone Pine, California | A voice from the cloud said, “This is my dearly loved Son, who brings me great joy. Listen to Him.” Matthew 17:5
un groviglio di emozioni e pensieri.
improbabili pensieri.
una corsa, una fuga immobile.
una porta senza maniglia.
la paura di non farcela.
poi pensi: "è un incubo. ora mi sveglio"
e apri gli occhi,
in mezzo a capelli attorcigliati e lenzuola sfatte.
fosse così per ogni cosa spiacevole...
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
― Plato
Yes, I do live in Yokohama, Japan. And, I am safe. I was afraid when it happened because there are no warnings when such any strong earthquake occurs.
Japan had a terrible earthquake (8.8 magnitude) on 11 Mar 2011. And, it caused so much damage from the on-going aftershocks, fires, and numerous tsunami.
Thank you to everyone who has contacted me to see if I am safe. You are the ones that make flickr the best place to find friends who care.
But, there are many who were not able to be safe. I am asking that you please keep those in Japan who have been hurt by this disaster in your prayers. So many have lost their homes and businesses.
Again, thank you for all of your love,
God Bless you,
hugs, Chris
UPDATE: The magnitude of this earthquakehas been researched and
has been announced to have been 9.0 (13 Mar 2011).
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