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Being an avowed 'colorist' it was difficult for me to accept that this very color filled scene indeed looks better in monochrome.
Fact being, the only black buckets are the ones aligned in the canter. while all the others are red, pink, yellow, green, blue, etc,. Why so many colors? Each color indicates the task to which the bucket is designated. and you sure don't want manure and fertilizer buckets to be used for watering or feed.
Whale Shark
Rhincodon typus
Maldives
It was only a fleeting visit, but I was pretty happy to finally see one of these magnificent creatures!
Another shot from Dungeness, that's three this week alone! My personal challenge is to go through all those 'awkward' photographs from my visit there and post them warts and all!
"Dungeness is quite unique, the power station dominates the skyline, but the area is strangely fascinating with its quirky buildings and converted railway carriages. It is shingle beach and debris from the fishing boats is evident. The bleakness has its own attraction. The otherwise flat and exposed landscape is punctuated by two lighthouses."
Australia Day.
Often when I walk through natural landscapes, I wonder if this is what the land would have looked like before white man arrived.
Maybe it is my mixed heritage, that makes me ponder these thoughts?
Today... some people celebrate.
Today... other people across this nation, particularly traditional owners, protest against "Invasion Day".
I have never celebrated Australia Day as "the anniversary date of the arrival of the First Fleet".
I do celebrate it... as a public holiday... time to spend with family and friends.
It is a shame that our national holiday isn't celebrated and inclusive for all Australians. Would changing the date make a difference?
This photo was taken recently on a cloudy day... an old bucket dumped on the shoreline by the receding tide... and looking quite out of place.
Today it felt quite apt to post this pic.
I sit here this evening feeling a little melancholy and out of place.
Our nation still has a long way to go, to find true acceptance and reconciliation.
I hope it happens within my lifetime.
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Christmas Candy Cane Poem about Jesus
Look at the Candy Cane
What do you see?
Stripes that are red
Like the blood shed for me
White is for my Savior
Who’s sinless and pure!
“J” is for Jesus My Lord, that’s for sure!
Turn it around
And a staff you will see
Jesus my shepherd
Was born for Me!
Taken from the Internet.
Went painting saturday at this other spot, finished a acid spaced out peice ... while I was heading out as I still had some white bucket I decided to kill it on the wall with this little throw.
After many drives past this signal after seeing it from across the river I made a deal with my friend that If I chased the DFT turn with him we needed to do this shot. Well we did some exploring and hiking and encountered a bear but we got the shot!
Old Ore Bucket
Behind framed by the Wooden boards is a down shaft. The Eagle is about 400 feet deep and the shaft the photo was taken about half way. The down shaft has a drop od about 200 more feet, meeting up with more horizontal shafts as it extends downward. The miners would actually ride the bucket down or up to access some of these tunnels
Eagle Mine, Julian, Ca.
We had a comfort stop while the driver bought our tickets to the Park. The low tech toilets were closed for an upgrade, so we were directed to a bank of high tech Honey Buckets instead. I had to have a photo, nobody back home would believe me otherwise.
I'm gonna love a little more, dream a little deeper
Leave all the leavers, keep all the keepers
Find peace of mind in the time the good Lord gives...
I'm gonna cross one off, put two more on it
Say, "I love you" 'fore the moment's gone
And never have to ask myself, "What if" -
When I get to the bottom of my bucket list
No point in crying over spilt milk.
Tie back your hair, grab a bucket of soapy water and mop it all up. And in no time at all it will all be gone…….and gone even faster if you have chipmunk friends to help too! LOL!
Just out of the siding at Toole on the 4th Sub, coal buckets swing along the gorgeous Clark Fork River as they head east.
The Buzz Bucket is an early 1990s themed place for everyone to Bop, Swing and stay out of trouble. A diverse hangout venue where you will find people with compassion, kindness and a value for togetherness.
Amazing what you can find at the $1.25 Store. From fairy lights to glittery roses, you can find quite a few props for photos. Enjoy your week and have a Happy Valentine's Day!
I've dreamed of visiting the Fairy Pools, near Glenbrittle for a long time. The series of waterfalls at the base of the Black Cuillin Mountains are often photographed with Sgurr an Fheadain as a backdrop and the dusting of snow made the backdrop perfect. When I wasn't happy with my shots from our first session, my wife offered to go back because she knew how important it was to me. The afternoon light was better and I came away tired but happy!
I headed to Quebec with a friend early on Saturday morning and decided to hit up Beaconsfield. The pedestrian only overpass was our first stop and was definelty worth checking out. The CP Vaudreuil sub that connects to the Winchester is viewable and seen here. Within an hour of arriving we got notice that CN 305 had a solo BCOL unit in the lead and after a lengthy wait as they were out of crews it finally departed in the Early afternoon.
In spite of its sinister name, The Bucket of Blood Saloon gives off the charm of the old-time hey-days with its many hanging lamps and mirrors. Memories of a time long ago await the visitor wandering into the bar for a cold drink in this cool oasis.
The BUCKET of BLOOD Saloon-“the Original”. This structure was constructed in 1876 after the great fire of 1875 which destroyed up to a thousand structures of the town. Most of the town’s core buildings were lost or sustained damage, unfortunately the first structure that previously occupied this location, like a lot of the other town’s buildings of that time was completely destroyed. Though the building you are currently viewing has gone through several renovations, iterations and operations since 1876, it like many of the other historical buildings throughout Virginia City survive as living history.
The masonry walls of the Old BUCKET predate the great fire of 1875. Shadows of doorways recall a time when enclosed stairs led down to the Boston Saloon. The BUCKET of BLOOD has long served as a local landmark in the center of Virginia City. Until recently no one realized that the Boston Saloon lay under an asphalt cap to the rear of the building.