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Packet House, Bridgewater Canal, Worsley
Wishing everyone here on Flickr a Merry Christmas and best wishes for the New Year. Let’s put 2020 firmly behind us and hope that 2021 brings a rapid end to this pandemic and all the mayhem it’s caused.
For those that have joined our past Flickr meetups, I hope to organise the biggest and best one yet next year… don’t know where, don’t know when, but make a note in your diaries of must do things!
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
Did you catch it? I must say that is really frustrating to wait for the fall color to arrive in Chicago! Every week I say to myself, this is THE WEEK, and then nothing again! Well all that wait is about to end because the south of the city is really starting to look great. To make this frame possible I stitched 6 images in to a pano. What do you think?
🐈 Beethoven dreams of better times. Of times when his two caregivers will play with him again and go out into nature. A time that once was, where he felt good, was happy and didn't have to wait depressively for his two loved ones to take care of him together again. Yes, such an animal never forgets and hopes until the end of his life that everything will be as it once was. United together and not abandoned because one of his caregivers thinks he has to override his well-being. But the soul of an animal is as sensitive and vulnerable like that of a child. No one hears her scream and cry in pain, because his soul never heals. 😹😹
I am so sorry for you my beloved Beethoven that you have to endure and suffer something like this. You are forever in my heart, because I love you very much and no one can change that. ❤
The painting on the house of a wealthy craftsman probably dates from the 1960s, when the economy was on the upswing. Now, thanks to our politics, it is rapidly going downhill.
Frankfurt, Bornheim
Leica SL (Typ 601)
Vario-Elmarit-SL 24-90mm ƒ/2.8-4 ASPH
Street Photography in Yangon, Myanmar
Mingalaba! Thinking of you all over in Myanmar, stay strong! Faith, hope and love.
This was shot on the street where the terrorist attack took place on 18 August 2017. The photo was taken on 20 June 2015 - a happier time. Out hearts go out to the dead and injured and to Barcelona such a beautiful city.
May 8th. 2010. 141 wall Essex
Saturday I went painting on my own, expecting to be rained on all day. Thought I'd try something a bit different, I got pretty wet.
Shouts to Crane Shye Cry Ekto Yes-B Izer Elite & Owed & the Boys who all passed through.
Peep the all sizes version....
The answer is at the bottom.
We've all been there at sometime in our lives. But..... will one glass be enough? Good question, it depends on the question, doesn't it?
The red arrows, smoke on and bringing the joy. They were definitely better times and i hope that they return soon.
At the end of 2007 we raise a cup 'o kindness in memory of our departed friend Mike LaPlante. This picture was taken on Labor Day weekend of 1972. Mike, in a typical madcap mood was taking out the empties during one of our group famous 'degenerate weekends', when a number of us spent three days in the wilds of central Maine in a dilapidated farmhouse on the land owned by the father of one of our friends. We drank a lot of beer, grilled a lot of meat and shot lots of rounds of ammo. Miraculously, there were no injuries.
Mike was always great fun to be around whether we were partying or just having a quiet conversation. He is sorely missed and fondly remembered.
A beautiful abandon house. A real rose cottage.
Through the broken window I found a room full of roses.
"NYC Kingz" was a March 2012 group exhibition at Melbourne's "RTIST" Gallery showcasing the hand styles of some of New York City's best graffiti writers including Meres, Wane, Ces, Part, etc.
The exhibition was presented like a black book and including drawings, tagged maps, small canvases and other aerosol themed artworks.
Decadencia (Aquellos tiempos mejores)
Santiago de Compostela (Galicia)
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Lately, I've been feeling a little like this boat with regards to my photography - stranded and static. I'm hoping 2011 will bring some clarity and direction.
Thanks to B4Dawn2010 for showing me this outstanding (and highly photographed) location!
Hope you enjoy it! Best viewed on black.
Canon EOS10D, 17-40mm @ 19mm, f/8, 1s (-2,0,+2EV), ISO100
With the sudden passing of the Empire's two top leaders and destruction of the Death Star, a soldier falls on hard times.
... on our little rock through time and space, let there be better times ahead, for all of us. Surely that's not too much to wish for?
My mind is going crazy today, I'm thinking about so many things.
Things have been bad in my mind for a while, like what else can I do to change things, make them better, pay things off, get Erin to school in NY, pay off my car, pay loans off, get rid of stuff at home so I can move in the spring, overwhelmed with work and too much stuff at home, animal messes, not enough sleep or time for myself.
I have images in my mind from the past about "good" times and what I wanted for my life in the future. A house. Nothing fancy, just comfortable. Even if I could have a basic plain house and have to put my stuff in storage and sort through it all later, that is what I want. A fresh start, something clean and bare. I have so much clutter all around me, physically and mentally, I don't know how much more I can take. I don't know how I've kept on this long. The first words out of my mouth every day are "God help me" and I say that several times a day. He is the only one that truly knows me and what I'm going through, good, bad, sad, and he knows all my thoughts, which is fine with me. I want someone to know. I want help.
Always, I have thought about houses and a "feeling" that a house gives and the type of house I want. I have been thinking about past houses that I have lived in and friends of mine have lived in. And I can "feel" how it was. I want that again. I want comfort. I haven't had comfort in a long long time. It has been survival mode, for at least 18 years. I have never been "back on my feet." I have never been "on my feet" to begin with. I have started out underwater and am continually trying to "keep my head up" literally and figuratively. I am overwhelmed. My parents helped me as much as they could. Looking back, I don't know how they did it, raising my sister and I. We lived in a "priveleged" area but we were not. My dad constantly struggled with his business, but somehow kept it going until he couldn't do it anymore. He worked until two months before he died at age 79 two years ago, and he never missed a day of work. My mom has Alzheimer's now, and really only remembers things from her childhood, and gets those mixed up with stuff from present-day.
I work like my dad does. All the time. Little time or money for vacations. Or time off. It is just trying to stay "ahead" which really isn't ahead at all. It is "just making it." I don't know how or if I will ever be ahead. Even working as much as I do I am "just making it" and that isn't enough. What I do is never enough. I stay up late so I can do things I enjoy to kep my sanity, like art or watching TV shows I like. I get little sleep. I don't want to sound "heroic" or get sympathy, but I feel like other people would have crumbled a long time ago in my situation. I still feel like I am "crumbled" and will not ever be together again.
I think of buildings and they styles of architecture I like from the 50s, 60s, and 70s. And the images from those eras bring to mind. Yesterday I was thinking of the Ford Rotunda building and the Christmas Fantasy display that everyone came to see, and that was in the 30s through 60s and the building burned down in 1962. I think of our house on the mountain in the mid-70s and the big windows looking out over the city. It had orange carpet and dark brown paneling and a moss rock fireplace. It was beautiful. I want to re-create this house, and build it someday for myself. Who knows if that will ever happen. I think of the schools I went to in the 70s and 80s. Cement buildings with character and design and shapes. Buildings don't have any character these days. I think of the playground that went out to a field and the hot sun making the weeds dry in the field, or growing up through the cracks in the pavement that the 4-square lines were painted on. I played Jacks on that pavement with a friend. I remember the green carpet inside the school and the folding accordian walls to divide the classrooms. I remember the crayfish we had in a wading pool in the classroom for a pond unit. And walking down to a pond to study the tadpoles.
I think of walking home on the last day of school before Christmas break, and a boy friend gave me his Christmas ornament he made, a ice cream sugar cone base with a silk ball ornament on top for the icecream. I think of our basement at that house and the craft room and the big living room area and my dad's desk with a behemouth of a calculator. We liked to play store and use the calculator/adding machine as the cash register. So many memories in this house. I want to re-live them all in a house of my own. It was comfortable. The covered patio. The chain-link fence with light purple irises along it, dividing it from the neighbors yard, in the spring. Now it is all fences that you can't see through. Our swingset. I would go out and swing and I remember a song I made up while swinging "your are my boy" and I can hear the tune in my head now.
I remember bike riding and riding on dirt trails between houses. I remember my mom watering flowers in the evening when it was cool. I remember my dad snowblowing the long steep driveway in the winter. While there are some good things about computers and internet these days, more conveniences, it was so much simpler 20 - 30 years ago. I cannot keep up with technology, all the new stuff coming out. My "old" stuff is so out of date it doesn't work anymore and I don't make enough money to replace it all.
Right now, my thoughts have left me. As soon as I leave the screen from typing this, the thoughts and memories will come back. I want better times. There was something happening in the 50s and 60s and 70s that was right where only one income was needed. I am not saying at all that women shouldn't work or have careers or a profession, I am a woman myself, but nowadays, it is impossible in my eyes to have a household with one income. And I hate that. For 20 years I have wanted to provide for myself and my kids, and have a comfortable house or place to live. That hasn't happened. As I said before it has been survival mode. I can't even begin to think about owning a home. Even small older homes, like 50 year old homes that aren't anything great, are impossible for me to own. And the new houses these days are insane. There is nothing "small" or reasonably priced. I think there needs to be more smaller and affordable housing built, that a single person could afford to own.
Anyway, I am thinking about songs that remind me of "better times", and not necessarily the words, but the tone and music. New Radicals "You Get What You Give" and "Someday We'll Know." It reminds me of malls in the 90s. I liked how that was back then. Alot of malls are gone now. The age I was in the early to mid 90s, it was before I have done irrepairable damage to my life. Heart is full of pain. I try to keep moving forward. I keep hoping for the best. It never happens. I feel alone.
My favorite books are about houses and/or photography. The House At Sugar Beach is an autobiography about Helene Cooper and growing up in the 1970s in Liberia and then fleeing the country when war broke out. But I love it, the description of the house, and the photos she shared, and they all had American names which was interesting to me. I wish I could transport back to that time and see it. S is for Silence by Sue Grafton is a favorite of mine, it takes place in 1953 and "present day" 80s, about a housewife that goes missing and they find her car. This book of hers touched me the most and I have read her whole alphabet series. Double Image by David Morrell, about a photographer that was in Bosnia and then came back to America and found a house with a connection to the Hollywood Golden Age. It takes place part of the time in a Frank Lloyd Wright-type house. I love it. I love that style.
I'm thinking about the Jetsons and the Mid-Century modern era which I absolutely love. I want a house like that style, even if it isn't large and dramatic. I want a small Mid-Century house that I can get furnishings for in that style and start fresh. I am sick of all my literal baggage I have, and I am working hard to get rid of it.
I remember watching Flintstones, and Jetsons, and Bullwinkle in the 70s, at my friend Heather's house, and they lived in a mountain forest in a big beautiful house. Her dad was an architect and her mom was an artist. They had a beautiful alpine type garden outside. Dark walls inside but lots of windows all around and a light blue carpet in the house. Heather had hamsters and I wanted one. I remember when we moved to the city from the mountain, I got a white albino teddy-bear hamster that I named Fuzzy. And when Heather's had babies, I remember her bringing it to our city house and it was brown on the nose and butt and white in the middle and short haired and I named it Happy.
The deed is done °°°°°°°
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I can`t tell you a long story....but is it to sad !!
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain,
and hath redeemed us to God by His blood,
to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength,
and honor, and glory, and blessing.
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain,
and hath redeemed us to God, to God by His blood,
to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength,
and honor, and glory, and blessing.
Blessing and honor, glory and power, be unto Him, be unto him
that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb,
Blessing and honor, glory and power, be unto Him, be unto him
that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb,
For ever and ever and ever and ever. Amen.
Blessing and honor, glory and power, be unto Him, be unto him
that sitteth upon the throne, that sittenth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb,
Blessing and honor, glory and power, be unto Him, be unto him
that sitteth upon the throne, that sittenth upon the throne, that sittenth upon the throne, forever
Blessing and honor, glory and power, be unto Him, forever
Blessing and honor, glory and power, be unto Him, be unto him
Blessing and honor, glory and power, be unto Him, be unto him
Blessing! Honor! Glory! And power, be unto Him!
that sitteth upon the throne, that sitteth upon the throne
Forever and ever, Forever and ever.
Forever and ever, Forever and ever.
Forever and ever, Forever and ever.
Forever and ever, Forever and ever.
Forever and ever.
Forever and ever.
I hate summer. And this photo that I found from an undeveloped roll of film, from my 1941 Argoflex Camera, had me wishing for a time long gone.
Copyright © 2017 Vic Bonilla All Rights Reserved.
Do not reproduce this image without expressed permission from the photographer.
I took this picture for #flickrfriday with the theme #repetition
This LP is "BAD" from Michael Jackson released in 1987. I love this album, every single track!
To take the picture I used my 100mm macro lens and a speedlite 430ex ii. The whole vinyl macro session was about four hours.
This property was apparenty originally built as a private dwelling on the corner of Broad Street and Bird Cage Walk, Hanley, close to the junction with Marsh Street South. The premises was then run as a dentists. Eventually the upstairs was taken over by the local branch of TWGU (Transport and General Workers Union) who then vacated and the local Mine workers union Power Group NUM took over in the early seventies. I remember the ground floor being used by the Provident Personal Credit company, but it was also part of the Co-operative Bank and a local rates offices too. This double fronted house was originally built in 1878.
In 1912 this building was apparently occupied by the Bristish Gas Light Co.
My mum used to work here for the Provident many years ago.
Poem and Photo Copyright Tyler Blossom 2011
"As the winds brush aside the fragile curtains,
to bring in the fresh, crisp air of the solstice.
My eyes relate my memories to the powdery snow,
both devoid of contrast and warmth.
Oh how I long for the summers of my youth
To dry my admiration for that which is
lovingly
Remembered."
These are my words and no one else's. Neither influenced by or related from any other artist.
I do not extend my permission to reproduce, replicate, publish or otherwise use this image, poem, or words in any way, shape, or form without my express written permission. © All rights reserved -Tyler Robert Blossom
View from my backyard in better times, when the skies were blue and the western US wasn't overwhelmed by wildfires.
Camera: Nikon FE2, Nikkor AF-S 300mm f/4 lens
Film: Fuji Velvia, ISO 100
(Scanned 35mm transparency)
Little old lady sat outside a church in Rome Italy. Life etched on her face. #StreetPhotography #Rome2015
The former Students Bookshop on the corner of Marsh Street South and Broad Street in the Cultural Quarter of Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent. This building dates back to 1897 and was occupied by a doctors surgery early in its history. Currently the ground floor is used by Swinton Insurance.
It was a branch of Students' Bookshop for many years.
Apparently, this was once a house belonging to Samuel Cole, the owner of Falcon Glassworks in Shelton.
"NYC Kingz" was a March 2012 group exhibition at Melbourne's "RTIST" Gallery showcasing the hand styles of some of New York City's best graffiti writers including Meres, Wane, Ces, Part, etc.
The exhibition was presented like a black book and including drawings, tagged maps, small canvases and other aerosol themed artworks.
EVAR.
'Cause they celebrated my Birthday a bit early with moi. And we drank beer. (Really Good Beer.) And we laughed. And we ate the best pizza in the AK. And we laughed. And I spilled the last of my beer. And they gave me a card that really wasn't a card but was the coolest card I have received in a long time. And we laughed. And I totally forgot we had to wait over an hour for a table because of them (and the beer). And Jon has a freaking awesome hat.
Wish my wife wouldn't have scowled at me when I took the D80 out to bring it in, 'cause I would have actually got some shots in low light that weren't totally horrible. But then I would have spilled my beer on it and been so pissed I would have ruined it for everyone.
Did I mention that sometimes my wife's a genius? : )