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Imagina que un cop de vent de tramuntana banya els ceps de l'Empordà.
Ara imagina que aquest cop de vent es transforma en un vi negre.
"Aquest és un vi únic, fruit d’una climatologia difícil. De ceps embogits per la tramuntana. De raïm beneït pel vent.”
Ara ja pots deixar d'imaginar. El tens més a prop del que imagines.
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"Robats d'estiu" en un dia de tramuntana a la Platja dels Griells/L'Estartit (Costa Brava) CAT.
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Windstrike
Imagine a north wind blow horn strains of Emporda.
Now imagine that gust of wind is transformed into a wine.
"This is a unique wine, fruit of difficult weather. In the north crazed stocks. Grape blessed by the wind."
Now you can stop imagining. You got closer than you think.
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"Stolen Summer" in a day on the beach north of Griells / Estartit (Costa Brava) CAT.
I never understood why there is a village on Mow Cop. There are great views when the weather is nice but there is no obvious sign of employment nearby and it can get the very worst of the weather in the area. This morning it wasn't visible when I went to Newcastle. When I came back about forty minutes later the sun was trying to break through the mist/cloud that wreathed the place in grey. That's it, Mow Cop, often half in this world, and sometimes half somewhere else.
. . . do it yourself.
♪♫♪♫ Listen to the theme please. ♪♫♪♫
Idea, poses and photo are done by Iris
The wonderful funny story is written by Ash
Special thanks to my sis River Anwyl for playing the copper ^^
This whole story started with the "Mr. Pinchy afair" which can be seen in the album in which I add this photo.
And a big thank you to Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy for being the inspiration!
And now without further ado on to the story. Thank you again for putting words to my silly ideas dearest Ash!
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"Come on Iris! Just stand up and let me put your chair on the roof and we can go already!.....It will be much faster if I did it!"
"Not a chance, Ash!", Iris grunted as she struggled to get her wheel chair on top of Ash's beat-up old chevette while balancing on a ladder placed against the mountain of stuff that was on top of Ash’s car. "I will feel much better knowing it was secured properly!"
Ash got behind the wheel of her "Classic" Hatchback and waited impatiently. The deafening rumbling noise from the hole in the chevette's muffler drowned out what Iris was trying to say. "Do you really need all this stuff, Ash?"
"What?", her pint-sized friend replied. "Are you ready yet?"
"NO!.....I am not ready, Ash!", Iris called out while struggling to firmly secure her wheel chair atop the mountain of "essential" items.
In the car's backseat, Ash's dog, Professor Noodle, pushed against the door causing the car to slightly shake as if someone had just gotten into the backseat. "Finally!", Ash said, thinking Iris had gotten in the back. "What? Your not talking to me now?", she added. Professor Noodle sniffed at Ash's ear. Ash laughed playfully, "knock it off, Iris! You know I hate that....... and eat a mint!.....Cheese-us your breath smells like you were licking a butthole or eating a tird sandwich or something!"
Ash put the car in drive and gunned it. From on top of the car's roof, Iris screamed out in horror as the car suddenly took off. All she could do was climb into her wheel chair, hold on to her hat and hang on for dear life.
The Chevette made it's way down the canyons winding roads on the way to the interstate. Iris was shrieking the entire time like a gay vampire who was locked outside a grave as the sun came up.
Inside the car, Ash was blasting Starship's Greatest Hits and was singing along at the top of her lungs. She was so caught up in the middle of her favorite song, “Nothings Gonna Stop Us Now”, that she didn't notice the motorcycle cop behind her with it's flashing lights on.
Officer Anwyl realized the driver of the chevette wasn't going to pull over, so she decided to take a shortcut and cut them off a few miles down the winding the road.
In no time, officer Anwyl was ahead of the chevette and stood in the middle of the road ready to order them to stop.
The hunk of rusty red metal rounded the corner at a high rate off speed. Iris was white knuckling her wheel chair as the tiny hatchback tilted on to two wheels. Mister Pinchy even slipped out of the side pocket he was stowing away in and hung on by his tiny little pincher. Officer Anwyl screamed out and high stepped out of the way, narrowly escaping the wrath of Ash's clunker with bad brakes. Ash had to pull up the emergency brake handle in order to stop the car.
"SHUT THE ENGINE OFF NOW!", commanded officer Anwyl. Ash killed the engine and could immediately hear Iris on top of the roof, hyperventilating.
Ash peaked her head out the window and looked up, "What are you doing up there, Iris? You trying to get me a ticket?" Iris stared down at Ash, her face flushed red, boiling over with anger.
"I am gonna need to see some ID", demanded officer Anwyl. Ash reached for her purse but was interrupted by the officer. "No not you ma'am, Teen Wolf up there", she said, pointing at Iris.
Iris was completely baffled. "ME?!"
"Yes you!. I am issueing you a summons for ‘Reckless Endangerment’ and for ‘Riding in a Non-Designated Passenger Compartment."
Iris stared down at Ash who was looking up at her with a sheepish smile on her lush lips and scratching the top of her head, and said: "Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!"
I saw these cops and asked them for an informal shot. My experience has been that cops from El Paso are the friendliest I have encountered compared to cops from other large cities. Film processed and scanned by Dwayne's Photo in Parsons, Kansas.
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Mow Cop is an isolated village which straddles the Cheshire–Staffordshire border. The name is first recorded as "Mowel" around 1270 AD, and is believed to be derived from either the Anglo-Saxon Mūga-hyll, meaning "heap-hill", with copp = "head" added later, or the Common Celtic ancestor of Welsh moel (= hill), with Anglo-Saxon copp added later.
At the village's summit, men once quarried stone to make into querns, used since the Iron Age for milling corn; this trade ended during the Victorian period. The village also has a long history of coal mining. A 65ft rock feature called the Old Man O'Mow sits in one of the quarry areas and is believed to be the site of an ancient cairn. The most dominant feature is Mow Cop Castle which is a folly of a ruined castle at the summit of the hill, built in 1754. Both Mow Cop and Old Man O'Mow are under the management of the National Trust and sit on the walking route of the Gritstone Trail.
King Kong Cop: You can't take a picture. Its not allowed. This is private property.
Steve: What do you mean? I'm just shooting the Empire State Building with the cool storm clouds.
Steve: {points to the sky for effect}
King Kong Cop: You have to stop...
Steve: {Glances at the image view screen and sees this image...which causes a sudden reversal in tactics}
Steve: Gee Officer I had no idea.
King Kong Cop: Don't you see the orange barrier??? {looked at me like i was stupid}
Steve: I'm so sorry Officer - I'm leaving.
Luckily for this shot a lot of my work is done on the ground with a small tripod and the NYPD Officer was trying to block the view :) This was on a public sidewalk near the entrance to the Queens/Midtown Tunnel (above & behind) and the only Orange barriers were for the cars since the sidewalk was wide open. I will post the unfinished product of what I was trying to do in a few days - interesting effect on the tone mapping with King Kong Cop in the way.
Just saw this on the AP Wire (I guess thats 7k more locations we can't shoot):
WASHINGTON — The federal government will tell 7,000 businesses next week that they are considered high risk-terrorist targets because they house large amounts of chemicals.
The sites — which range from major chemical plants to universities, food processing centers and hospitals — will need to complete a vulnerability assessment so the government can decide how to regulate their security measures in the future.
U.S. intelligence officials say terrorist organizations, including Al Qaeda, favor chemical attack methods because of the severe consequences they can inflict.
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