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I finally got out my spring bears yesterday, and found this little sweety. This whole month of blue, and I had forgotten I had her! Her romper is the perfect color for this month. Wth a nod to April, she’s posing against yellow.
This also completes my 11th month in the 365 Color challenge. This month was especially hard for me. I’ve been fighting depression, and lacking creative energy. Today is in the 60’s and sunny and my 15 year old grandson is visiting for 2 days, so I am feeling better. There are finally signs of spring and warmer weather coming, so I know April will be better.
365 Days in Color, pale blue #31
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365: The 2014 Edition Week 14 Theme: blue
Huh. Ok, so John and I came up with a funny idea for the chalkboard wall on Saturday, and I was going to go for it today on my "lazy day". His idea of how it would work didn't mash up with my camera very well, so I thought...ugh, another late night of doing manipulations.
And then I thought of a really good manipulation, and John was all like, "It would be so funny if this included flowers." And I was so, "You're so right, I know it's 9pm, but I have to go out and get flowers!"
He gave me the look and the whole, "You can do what you want to, but I'M not going out anywhere to get flowers." At which point I realized that going out to get flowers at 9pm was probably stupid.
Sigh, so all my other backup ideas were based on the new idea that John helped mash up with me. I figured, "Hey! Everyone loves Zuki! And it's Bokeh Wednesday." So then I couldn't find Zuki, there was panic in the house, blah blah blah. While looking for this little bugger, I remembered that I have my different shaped hole punches for this purpose.
So long story shorter than what it is, I then had to make star bokeh which wasn't as hard as I thought. Now I'm very excited about my other shaped bokehs on hand. Although, it was hard to get Zuki in focus and enough out of focus lighting to get bokeh. Had to layer it...again.
Not a very interesting story. Whatever. It's my lazy day. And I don't talk like this in real life. My attempt at humor tonight is failing too. I look forward to tomorrow's better thought out goal.
Edit: gah! Had to basically start from scratch. What was I THINKING last night? So much Photoshop disaster.
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<b>Big Trouble in Little China</b>
<i>"... This is Jack Burton in the Pork Chop Express, and I''''m talkin'''' to whoever''''s listenin'''' out there ..."</i>
Out and about in Box Hill today.
I''''d rather be doing something else - I found out later in the day I''''d missed the Puffing Billy run up the Hill. Maybe next year. I had to kill a couple of hours so I went for a walk to see how the place looks. I''''ve spent quite a few years around Box Hill passing through for school and work. So I know what to expect. I know the layout of the streets. I know what to expect. It was a nice sunny Sunday afternoon. Just walking around, checking out the sights.
Certainly Box Hills has changed since I was last walking around in say 2004, 2005. My favourite Manga shop has gone and every second shop now seems to be a hair dressing salon. Lots more posters around. Huge amount of posters. The great eateries are still there. I didn''''t go and check what food was really there. I just wanted to do an overall Rece''''. Sample the place while I waited.
Busy.
Plenty of people on the streets, shoppers, people eating out and walking. This is where things get shady. This part of Box Hill is pretty seedy.
Why?
Location, location, location. No not Box Hill itself but the proximity to the transport. Box Hill is a transit point. A meeting place of buses, trains and roads. As such it''''s a magnet for undesirable people who want to move quickly from place to place cheaply and unnoticed. By undesirables I don''''t mean the locals. I like the influence the Chinese have in the area. The place has a nice vibe. People out on the streets, eating, shopping doing all the stuff you would expect normal people to do on a Sunday afternoon.
No, the undesirables are the blow-ins who are staking their clame on the streets. As I walk the corner I''''m about to get into trouble but I don''''t know it yet.
<b>Wrong place, wrong time</b>
<i>"... Just remember what ol'''' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol'''' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it'''' ..."</i>
As I walk around the corner I take a shot, then another. Paused, turn left and take a shot of an alley. Then I hear in a broad Australian accent... <i>"excuse me...</i> I know what''''s coming next. I''''d clocked the 2 blokes walking towards me. Something didn''''t seem right. They where not moving properly. They where skinny and giving off *street-wise-vibes* that said "trouble" at least for me. Skinny and out of place. Druggies or pushers. There is a study of how people walk called "Gait Analysis". It means you can analyse someones intent by looking at them. If your''''ve been on the streets enough you can pick the "victims" from the "perp". The sheep from the wolves.
I think it was the flash that gave my position away. Though it could have been the body position shooting straight down the main street. Remember, we are talking sun past the yard-arm here on a major town street in daylight on a weekend. So the next I hear is <i>"You with the camera"</i>. Maybe these blokes didn''''t want to be seen? One had a hoodie - code for "I can see you, you can''''t see me". The favourite of the minor hood who can walk around without having to worry about cameras taking happy snaps. That''''s where I walk in. Direct front face shot. But one bloke is quick. He''''s sheilded his face on the second shot. The first he is hidden.
<b>First mover advantage</b>
<i>"... Like I told my last wife, I says, ''''Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it''''s all in the reflexes.'''' ..."</i>
You can do a number of things at this point but the first thing should be react. You could stop, think of something to say, let them come to you. Move forward (no). Or do what I did, recognise someone was out of place, recognise they are singling you out for something more that money, smokes. But instead of magic, Kung Foo and Chinese intruige what I get is a couple of local aussie thugs of the muppet variety. I''''m not going to waste my time discussing the niceties of photography with these two. So I took Sun TZu''''s advice and won by "avoiding conflict".
<b>Muppet Ambush</b>
<i>"... Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t. ..."</i>
I ran across the road, across the tram tracks and high tailed it down the main road towards the city. At least one gives chase... <i>"come back here ... you flocker...."</i>. Well he picked the wrong person. I know what theses guys are thinking. They telegraphed their intentions. Like the new pup who jumps up and barks in plain sight while the old dog lies back in the bushes, waiting. Little did they know my first reaction was to see how far and fast these blokes wanted to go. I was carrying about 3Kg of kit in my jacket - water, food, camera, keys, wallet, comms in a sling inside my jacket, pens, paper. I tabbed about 1000m, waited. Then moved another couple of kilometers back to the car. I could go another 10Km at least. In these days of cheap communications you have to be careful. They could phone home for mates? So it''''s vai a park I go back to the car. On foot. Wating, watching. But what a PIA. I had to go back there in about an hour. Get to the car, change out my kit. Off goes the jacket, cap, sunnies - I know what they look like as I took some shots - they have a vauge discription of me from the back. Now I''''m dressed totally different but still in shorts.
At the time I need to go to the PUP find a car park, murderous because I''''m in the main street. Eventually find a spot. Go to the pickup only to find I have to wait another hour. Can''''t wait the cars in a 15min zone. Think I''''ll cut my loses and go to Doncaster for a bit.
Unlike <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Trouble_in_Little_China">Big Trouble in Little China</a></b> this trip wasn''''t about "mysterious underworld beneath Chinatown". No kung-fu, ancient sorcerers or ruthless street gangs ("Wing Kong") this was a couple of short muppets looking for an excuse to make a point. My favourite quote from the film? ... <i>"Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t"</i>.
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<b>Big Trouble in Little China</b>
<i>"... This is Jack Burton in the Pork Chop Express, and I''''m talkin'''' to whoever''''s listenin'''' out there ..."</i>
Out and about in Box Hill today.
I''''d rather be doing something else - I found out later in the day I''''d missed the Puffing Billy run up the Hill. Maybe next year. I had to kill a couple of hours so I went for a walk to see how the place looks. I''''ve spent quite a few years around Box Hill passing through for school and work. I know the layout of the streets. I know what to expect. It was a nice sunny Sunday afternoon. Just walking around, checking out the sights.
Certainly Box Hills has changed since I was last walking around in say 2004, 2005. My favourite Manga shop has gone and every second shop now seems to be a hair dressing salon. Lots more posters around. Huge amount of posters. The great eateries are still there. I didn''''t go and check what food was really there. I just wanted to do an overall Rece''''. Sample the place while I waited.
Busy.
Plenty of people on the streets, shoppers, people eating out and walking. This is where things get shady. This part of Box Hill is pretty seedy.
Why?
Location, location, location. No not Box Hill itself but the proximity to the transport. Box Hill is a transit point. A meeting place of buses, trains and roads. As such it''''s a magnet for undesirable people who want to move quickly from place to place cheaply and unnoticed. By undesirables I don''''t mean the locals. I like the influence the Chinese have in the area. The place has a nice vibe. People out on the streets, eating, shopping doing all the stuff you would expect normal people to do on a Sunday afternoon.
No, the undesirables are the blow-ins who are staking their claim on the streets. As I walk the corner I''''m about to get into trouble but I don''''t know it yet.
<b>Wrong place, wrong time</b>
<i>"... Just remember what ol'''' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol'''' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it'''' ..."</i>
As I walk around the corner I take a shot, then another. Paused, turn left and take a shot of an alley. Then I hear in a broad Australian accent... <i>"excuse me...</i> I know what''''s coming next. I''''d clocked the 2 blokes walking towards me. Something didn''''t seem right. They where not moving properly. They where skinny and giving off *street-wise-vibes* that said "trouble" at least for me. Skinny and out of place. Druggies or pushers. There is a study of how people walk called "Gait Analysis". It means you can analyse someones intent by looking at them. If your''''ve been on the streets enough you can pick the "victims" from the "perp". The sheep from the wolves.
I think it was the flash that gave my position away. Though it could have been the body position shooting straight down the main street. Remember, we are talking sun past the yard-arm here on a major town street in daylight on a weekend. So the next I hear is <i>"You with the camera"</i>. Maybe these blokes didn''''t want to be seen? One had a hoodie - code for "I can see you, you can''''t see me". The favourite of the minor hood who can walk around without having to worry about cameras taking happy snaps. That''''s where I walk in. Direct front face shot. But one bloke is quick. He''''s shielded his face on the second shot. In the first shot he is hidden.
<b>First mover advantage</b>
<i>"... Like I told my last wife, I says, ''''Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it''''s all in the reflexes.'''' ..."</i>
You can do a number of things at this point but the first thing should be react. You could stop, think of something to say, let them come to you. Move forward (no). Or do what I did, recognise someone was out of place, recognise they are singling you out for something more that money, smokes. But instead of magic, Kung Foo and Chinese intruige what I get is a couple of local aussie thugs of the muppet variety. I''''m not going to waste my time discussing the niceties of photography with these two. So I took Sun TZu''''s advice and won by "avoiding conflict".
<b>Muppet Ambush</b>
<i>"... Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t. ..."</i>
I ran across the road, across the tram tracks and high tailed it down the main road towards the city. At least one gives chase... <i>"come back here ... you flocker...."</i>. Well he picked the wrong person. I know what theses guys are thinking. They telegraphed their intentions. Like the new pup who jumps up and barks in plain sight while the old dog lies back in the bushes, waiting. Little did they know my first reaction was to see how far and fast these blokes wanted to go. I was carrying about 3Kg of kit in my jacket - water, food, camera, keys, wallet, comms in a sling inside my jacket, pens, paper. I tabbed about 1000m, waited. Then moved another couple of kilometers back to the car. I could go another 10Km at least. In these days of cheap communications you have to be careful. They could phone home for mates? So it''''s through a park I go back to the car. On foot. Waiting, watching. But what a PIA. I had to go back there in about an hour. Get to the car, change out my kit. Off goes the jacket, cap, sunnies - I know what they look like as I took some shots - they have a vauge discription of me from the back. Now I''''m dressed totally different but still in shorts.
At the time I need to go to the PUP find a car park, murderous because I''''m in the main street. Eventually find a spot. Go to the pickup only to find I have to wait another hour. Can''''t wait the cars in a 15min zone. Think I''''ll cut my loses and go to Doncaster for a bit.
Unlike <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Trouble_in_Little_China">Big Trouble in Little China</a></b> this trip wasn''''t about "mysterious underworld beneath Chinatown". No kung-fu, ancient sorcerers or ruthless street gangs ("Wing Kong") this was a couple of short muppets looking for an excuse to make a point. My favourite quote from the film? ... <i>"Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t"</i>.
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Shot on iPhone 5.
So, I like to tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Years ago, I went to Rome and read a guide book that said "you can't see Rome in a day". Bugger that, I said and proceeded to drag my wife around Rome at breakneck speed. So yesterday when I had the task of taking English visitors on a tour of Brisbane, I was a man on a mission. Up mountains. Down cliffs. Through art galleries. Along the river. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Today I'm planning to do the same - but they are still sleeping in. I think I've worn them out.
Anyway, this is a wall in the State Library I showed them. It was like a giant wall of magnet poetry like you put on the fridge.
In case Meg's grandmas read this, no, she didn't write the one about the fat ogre grandmother. Really.
Oh, and I'm a slack flickr bud for a couple of days while I act as the overly energetic host. I'll be back in full flickr flight by tomorrow.
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<b>Big Trouble in Little China</b>
<i>"... This is Jack Burton in the Pork Chop Express, and I''''m talkin'''' to whoever''''s listenin'''' out there ..."</i>
Out and about in Box Hill today.
I''''d rather be doing something else - I found out later in the day I''''d missed the Puffing Billy run up the Hill. Maybe next year. I had to kill a couple of hours so I went for a walk to see how the place looks. I''''ve spent quite a few years around Box Hill passing through for school and work. So I know what to expect. I know the layout of the streets. I know what to expect. It was a nice sunny Sunday afternoon. Just walking around, checking out the sights.
Certainly Box Hills has changed since I was last walking around in say 2004, 2005. My favourite Manga shop has gone and every second shop now seems to be a hair dressing salon. Lots more posters around. Huge amount of posters. The great eateries are still there. I didn''''t go and check what food was really there. I just wanted to do an overall Rece''''. Sample the place while I waited.
Busy.
Plenty of people on the streets, shoppers, people eating out and walking. This is where things get shady. This part of Box Hill is pretty seedy.
Why?
Location, location, location. No not Box Hill itself but the proximity to the transport. Box Hill is a transit point. A meeting place of buses, trains and roads. As such it''''s a magnet for undesirable people who want to move quickly from place to place cheaply and unnoticed. By undesirables I don''''t mean the locals. I like the influence the Chinese have in the area. The place has a nice vibe. People out on the streets, eating, shopping doing all the stuff you would expect normal people to do on a Sunday afternoon.
No, the undesirables are the blow-ins who are staking their clame on the streets. As I walk the corner I''''m about to get into trouble but I don''''t know it yet.
<b>Wrong place, wrong time</b>
<i>"... Just remember what ol'''' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol'''' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it'''' ..."</i>
As I walk around the corner I take a shot, then another. Paused, turn left and take a shot of an alley. Then I hear in a broad Australian accent... <i>"excuse me...</i> I know what''''s coming next. I''''d clocked the 2 blokes walking towards me. Something didn''''t seem right. They where not moving properly. They where skinny and giving off *street-wise-vibes* that said "trouble" at least for me. Skinny and out of place. Druggies or pushers. There is a study of how people walk called "Gait Analysis". It means you can analyse someones intent by looking at them. If your''''ve been on the streets enough you can pick the "victims" from the "perp". The sheep from the wolves.
I think it was the flash that gave my position away. Though it could have been the body position shooting straight down the main street. Remember, we are talking sun past the yard-arm here on a major town street in daylight on a weekend. So the next I hear is <i>"You with the camera"</i>. Maybe these blokes didn''''t want to be seen? One had a hoodie - code for "I can see you, you can''''t see me". The favourite of the minor hood who can walk around without having to worry about cameras taking happy snaps. That''''s where I walk in. Direct front face shot. But one bloke is quick. He''''s sheilded his face on the second shot. The first he is hidden.
<b>First mover advantage</b>
<i>"... Like I told my last wife, I says, ''''Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it''''s all in the reflexes.'''' ..."</i>
You can do a number of things at this point but the first thing should be react. You could stop, think of something to say, let them come to you. Move forward (no). Or do what I did, recognise someone was out of place, recognise they are singling you out for something more that money, smokes. But instead of magic, Kung Foo and Chinese intruige what I get is a couple of local aussie thugs of the muppet variety. I''''m not going to waste my time discussing the niceties of photography with these two. So I took Sun TZu''''s advice and won by "avoiding conflict".
<b>Muppet Ambush</b>
<i>"... Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t. ..."</i>
I ran across the road, across the tram tracks and high tailed it down the main road towards the city. At least one gives chase... <i>"come back here ... you flocker...."</i>. Well he picked the wrong person. I know what theses guys are thinking. They telegraphed their intentions. Like the new pup who jumps up and barks in plain sight while the old dog lies back in the bushes, waiting. Little did they know my first reaction was to see how far and fast these blokes wanted to go. I was carrying about 3Kg of kit in my jacket - water, food, camera, keys, wallet, comms in a sling inside my jacket, pens, paper. I tabbed about 1000m, waited. Then moved another couple of kilometers back to the car. I could go another 10Km at least. In these days of cheap communications you have to be careful. They could phone home for mates? So it''''s vai a park I go back to the car. On foot. Wating, watching. But what a PIA. I had to go back there in about an hour. Get to the car, change out my kit. Off goes the jacket, cap, sunnies - I know what they look like as I took some shots - they have a vauge discription of me from the back. Now I''''m dressed totally different but still in shorts.
At the time I need to go to the PUP find a car park, murderous because I''''m in the main street. Eventually find a spot. Go to the pickup only to find I have to wait another hour. Can''''t wait the cars in a 15min zone. Think I''''ll cut my loses and go to Doncaster for a bit.
Unlike <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Trouble_in_Little_China">Big Trouble in Little China</a></b> this trip wasn''''t about "mysterious underworld beneath Chinatown". No kung-fu, ancient sorcerers or ruthless street gangs ("Wing Kong") this was a couple of short muppets looking for an excuse to make a point. My favourite quote from the film? ... <i>"Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t"</i>.
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2/14/2011
Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Katy and I delivered candy-grams for Hall Council today, so I dressed her up as Cupid=]
<3
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<b>Big Trouble in Little China</b>
<i>"... This is Jack Burton in the Pork Chop Express, and I''''m talkin'''' to whoever''''s listenin'''' out there ..."</i>
Out and about in Box Hill today.
I''''d rather be doing something else - I found out later in the day I''''d missed the Puffing Billy run up the Hill. Maybe next year. I had to kill a couple of hours so I went for a walk to see how the place looks. I''''ve spent quite a few years around Box Hill passing through for school and work. So I know what to expect. I know the layout of the streets. I know what to expect. It was a nice sunny Sunday afternoon. Just walking around, checking out the sights.
Certainly Box Hills has changed since I was last walking around in say 2004, 2005. My favourite Manga shop has gone and every second shop now seems to be a hair dressing salon. Lots more posters around. Huge amount of posters. The great eateries are still there. I didn''''t go and check what food was really there. I just wanted to do an overall Rece''''. Sample the place while I waited.
Busy.
Plenty of people on the streets, shoppers, people eating out and walking. This is where things get shady. This part of Box Hill is pretty seedy.
Why?
Location, location, location. No not Box Hill itself but the proximity to the transport. Box Hill is a transit point. A meeting place of buses, trains and roads. As such it''''s a magnet for undesirable people who want to move quickly from place to place cheaply and unnoticed. By undesirables I don''''t mean the locals. I like the influence the Chinese have in the area. The place has a nice vibe. People out on the streets, eating, shopping doing all the stuff you would expect normal people to do on a Sunday afternoon.
No, the undesirables are the blow-ins who are staking their clame on the streets. As I walk the corner I''''m about to get into trouble but I don''''t know it yet.
<b>Wrong place, wrong time</b>
<i>"... Just remember what ol'''' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol'''' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it'''' ..."</i>
As I walk around the corner I take a shot, then another. Paused, turn left and take a shot of an alley. Then I hear in a broad Australian accent... <i>"excuse me...</i> I know what''''s coming next. I''''d clocked the 2 blokes walking towards me. Something didn''''t seem right. They where not moving properly. They where skinny and giving off *street-wise-vibes* that said "trouble" at least for me. Skinny and out of place. Druggies or pushers. There is a study of how people walk called "Gait Analysis". It means you can analyse someones intent by looking at them. If your''''ve been on the streets enough you can pick the "victims" from the "perp". The sheep from the wolves.
I think it was the flash that gave my position away. Though it could have been the body position shooting straight down the main street. Remember, we are talking sun past the yard-arm here on a major town street in daylight on a weekend. So the next I hear is <i>"You with the camera"</i>. Maybe these blokes didn''''t want to be seen? One had a hoodie - code for "I can see you, you can''''t see me". The favourite of the minor hood who can walk around without having to worry about cameras taking happy snaps. That''''s where I walk in. Direct front face shot. But one bloke is quick. He''''s sheilded his face on the second shot. The first he is hidden.
<b>First mover advantage</b>
<i>"... Like I told my last wife, I says, ''''Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it''''s all in the reflexes.'''' ..."</i>
You can do a number of things at this point but the first thing should be react. You could stop, think of something to say, let them come to you. Move forward (no). Or do what I did, recognise someone was out of place, recognise they are singling you out for something more that money, smokes. But instead of magic, Kung Foo and Chinese intruige what I get is a couple of local aussie thugs of the muppet variety. I''''m not going to waste my time discussing the niceties of photography with these two. So I took Sun TZu''''s advice and won by "avoiding conflict".
<b>Muppet Ambush</b>
<i>"... Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t. ..."</i>
I ran across the road, across the tram tracks and high tailed it down the main road towards the city. At least one gives chase... <i>"come back here ... you flocker...."</i>. Well he picked the wrong person. I know what theses guys are thinking. They telegraphed their intentions. Like the new pup who jumps up and barks in plain sight while the old dog lies back in the bushes, waiting. Little did they know my first reaction was to see how far and fast these blokes wanted to go. I was carrying about 3Kg of kit in my jacket - water, food, camera, keys, wallet, comms in a sling inside my jacket, pens, paper. I tabbed about 1000m, waited. Then moved another couple of kilometers back to the car. I could go another 10Km at least. In these days of cheap communications you have to be careful. They could phone home for mates? So it''''s vai a park I go back to the car. On foot. Wating, watching. But what a PIA. I had to go back there in about an hour. Get to the car, change out my kit. Off goes the jacket, cap, sunnies - I know what they look like as I took some shots - they have a vauge discription of me from the back. Now I''''m dressed totally different but still in shorts.
At the time I need to go to the PUP find a car park, murderous because I''''m in the main street. Eventually find a spot. Go to the pickup only to find I have to wait another hour. Can''''t wait the cars in a 15min zone. Think I''''ll cut my loses and go to Doncaster for a bit.
Unlike <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Trouble_in_Little_China">Big Trouble in Little China</a></b> this trip wasn''''t about "mysterious underworld beneath Chinatown". No kung-fu, ancient sorcerers or ruthless street gangs ("Wing Kong") this was a couple of short muppets looking for an excuse to make a point. My favourite quote from the film? ... <i>"Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don''''t"</i>.
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March 30th 090/366
I broke my ankle today :( It hurt like nothing you can imagine! We'd all gone for a short walk at the Ribblehead viaduct to take some photos. The wind was howling and there was some light rain. After we'd taken some photos we all headed back cross country to the car. I managed to slip on some wet grass and went over on my ankle, I heard a loud crack and knew I'd managed to do some real damage. Thankfully we were only about a quarter mile from the car so Dad and Chris took a shoulder each and we managed to get back to the car as Mum carried all our camera gear. We drove to Kendal hospital, about a 40min drive, the longest 40mins in my life!! There I was examined and X-rayed and found out I had broken my ankle. The doctor was quite concerned about the state of the break so they made an appointment for me to go see a Fracture Specialist in Lancaster the following day to see if I need to have a plate and some screws put in.I'm now in a cast for at least 6 weeks, signed off from work for 2 months and very fed up :(
Pretty awesome day up on the mountain. Park Crew put this jump up over night, nice surprise to say the least.
Here's one more reason to hate winter -- the cold makes me achy, especially my neck and my hands. And it's a weird, deep, bone-crushing ache; my hands feel stiff and bruised. It's not exactly a mood-elevating experience.
I'd tried various creams and balms (and good old-fashioned outright bitching), but nothing seemed to help. Then, one day, my dear husband bought me a hot paraffin spa. This nifty little gadget heats up blocks of paraffin until they are molten, then I dip my hands into the hot wax repeatedly and let the heat penetrate deep into my skin. Ooooooh, it hurts so good.
I know it sounds strange, but it works like a dream. And then there's also the most excellent gross-out factor of chasing my son around the house, my hands outstretched as I shriek, "I'm melting! I'M MELLLLLTING!"
Okay so the focus/dof here is terrible but in my defence I had about 30 seconds to take this picture before my little cousins came ripping through the backyard in their attempt to find and collect the highest number of chocolate Easter eggs before any one else got the same chance…
This is me and one of my older cousins playing the Easter Bunny and hiding all of the eggs… it was heaps of fun :-D but next year I think I am going to have to invest in a pair of fluffy bunny ears… its just not the same without them - you know what I mean?
P.S. Crunchie Bunny's are the BEST Easter chocolate EVER!!!!
little odin loves to have his feet massaged. being in the nicu is tough work and after a long day, he thinks it's just grand it you spend a little extra time on his feet.
Just got out from seeing The Incredible Hulk. FANTASTIC! I guess the fact that I whipped out my camera and that the connector southbound is under construction made boyfriend want to take the long way home.
Day 90 of the 366 challenge 2016,
Robin taken along the Shropshire Union Canal, Ellesmere Port, Cheshire, UK.
You may have noticed, we recently changed the way we (you, that is) can borrow books from other libraries. It's a different process for our staff and we've have been busy busy busy.
Photo by Yvonne Loomis.
got home and just HAD to go out to take pics of the amazing clouds & sunset. i was happy to catch an airplane zooming through too.
1. Sexy.Board.Pants~ memories... Day 40 - 365Days, 2. Sunday.Morning.Cereal.Killer. Day 33 - 365Days Yellow, 3. Miyagi.San. Day 64 Alt., 4. Masked, Day 27 - 365Days BK - childhood memories, 5. Full.Metal.Jacket. Day 32 - 365Days, 6. The.King.and.I. Day 58 - 365Days, 7. Chunky.Monkey.Leap. Day 64 - 365Days, 8. Coorporate.Phooning. Day 38 - 365Days,
9. Oshin & Mac, 10. Co-Evolution., 11. Snow.Omaha.Aloha! Day 44 - 365Days, 12. 05:00AM. Day 77 - 365Days, 13. Tribute.to.Brah.IZ.the.Great.Ukulele.Player. Day 37 - 365Days, 14. Good.King.Ninja., 15. LeChocolatier.Me! Day 61 - 365Days, 16. Mahalo.Nui. I wish... Day 34 - 365Days,
17. Balinese.Wood.Hand.Carving.Art.Day11-365Days, 18. six-legged, 19. TheReunion Day 22 - 365, 20. bored, 21. On.St.Patrick's.Day.I'm.Irish! Day80-365Days, 22. Snowy.Omaha4, 23. BuddaliciousLips Day 24 - 365Days, 24. Connecting.Nature. Day89-365Days,
25. I.Licked.Tha.Baby! Day 43 - 365Days, 26. King.Of.The.Castle. Day 42 - 365Days, 27. Oshin ate my short ;) Day90-365Days, 28. Having.A.Big.O! Day 59 - 365Days, 29. Um yeah... Fierce! Day91-365, 30. Oshin, you're making this mission possible! Day 94-365Days, 31. Kilroy.Was.Here. Alt. pic Day 13, 32. King.Would.Like.To.Play. Day 45 - 365Days,
33. Lunch.With.The.Cobras Day 6-365, 34. Warfare.Always.Constitutes.A.Loss. Day81-365Days, 35. Driving.Ms.Oshin. Day 66 - 365Days, 36. Breakfast.With.Oshin. Day 56 - 365Days, 37. Ouroboros5, 38. Lookout.Dog. Day88-365Days, 39. All.Aboard! Day 78 - 365Days, 40. Sammy.Me.Oshin!!! Day 52 - 365Days,
41. It's.Over.Oshin. Day 41 - 365Days, 42. Om. Day86-365Days, 43. Bodum.Water.Bowl. Day 46 - 365Days, 44. forgiveness. Day 72 - 365Days, 45. Rooftop.Bacon.Night., 46. Jimmay.Rocks!, 47. Eeeeewwwww! Day88 Alt., 48. Banana.Hula.Luau.Dancer.Northshoreleo Day 28 - 365Days,
49. Inside.Looking.Outside. Day 75 - 365Days, 50. Rockstah! Day92-365Days, 51. Counter.Aloha! Day 69 - 365Days, 52. Bubble., 53. Tell Me What You Think! Day 7 - 365, 54. Counter.Think. Day 71 - 365Days, 55. A.Pair.Old.New.Boots. Day 63 - 365Days, 56. Eyes.of.The.Shadow. Day 62 - 365Days,
57. Unwind.Sophisticated. Day 48 - 365Days, 58. Don'tTryThis@Home! Day 10 - 365Days, 59. Myself.With.Camera Day 14 - 365Days, 60. Hula Oshin, 61. flickr.com/photos/8513730@N07/2178996959/, 62. Omaha.jump. Day 74 - 365Days, 63. Average.Joe. Day93-365Days, 64. Hmm...What's missing? Day87-365Days,
65. Totally.Krossed.Out.Loonie.Yo! Day 57 - 365Days, 66. *Disconnect* Day 36-365Days, 67. Good Girl!, 68. Day2-365; House Gymnastic, 69. Humuhumunukunukuapua'a. HAT Y'all! Day 64 - 365Days, 70. Just The Two of Us, Firsts - Day 8 - 365, 71. B is for blurry or bokeh, HBW! Day 16 - 365Days, 72. Paying.the.Price. Day 65 - 365Days
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Doesn't Ann look great? We're so excited to see that Ann has transformed so quickly. Keep up the great work!
Day 90 of 365 (Year Four)
Another day spent working on the basement at Kathy's parents house. All the studs are up and today we spent wiring everything. We run the wires previously, but had to make some adjustments due to some changes in the floor plan layout. We also had an issue with most of the cable wire connectors. We had crimped them all, but for some reason they didn't hold as well as expected. We purchased some new screw on connectors, which worked a lot better, but they were hard to attached. After completing all of the drops my hands were sore. I had to redo some of the phone wire as well. Some of it had been damaged when we put the studs up. Then it was on to the outlet boxes and running the electric cable. It made for a long day, but at least that part is done. Now we just have to connect all the outlets and switches and then we can start the insulation and drywall. That should go relatively quickly and not nearly as rough on my poor aching hands. Then the floor and ceiling and that part of the project will be done.
We still have a bathroom to install in the basement, but that is a separate project.
It's a tradition to get donuts the day before we leave on a Disney trip so we can have them for breakfast the day we leave, and this time is no exception! It was hard to refrain from taking a bite while I was taking this picture, but I know I'll enjoy it even more tomorrow morning, bright and early!
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!! DAY 90!!!
I'm freaking out here, freaking out! ^.^
Only 10 days till Day 100, wowie wow wow.
Anyway, enough with the freak-out session, haha :D
I haven't done much today besides read Harry Potter (I'm on the 2nd book!) and practice my guitar :) But yeah, here's Day 90 everyone!
(long description today; sorry) I ran into this kind of warrior out here today. Here's what happened:
Warrior: "Who you? Why you in Chief Slugface's territory?"
Benny: "What do you mean? You're in MY territory. This is my back yard."
Warrior: "Back yard? Well, this Chief Slugface's back yard! You leave now before Chief Slugface spear your head off!"
Benny: "Who's Chief Slugface?"
Warrior: "Chief Slugface me!"
Benny: "Oh. No, you've got it all wrong, Chief Slugface. This is MY territory. I've just never been in this part of my territory before."
Chief Slugface: "Ha! See there! You not been here. But Chief Slugface be here many time. Chief Slugface claim this his territory! Now begone, you...you...who ARE you??"
Benny: "You don't know who I am? Gee, I'm pretty famous...I'm President of the Lego Star Wars Designer Company. ...and I'm also doing a 365 project on Flickr."
Chief Slugface: "Ah...Flickr tribe, eh? Well, Chief Slugface famous for many thing. Chief Slugface Leader of Watermelon tribe. Chief Slugface in charge of Itchy Poison Ivy Group. Chief Slugface Vice President of 'My Territory' club. Chief Slugface hold record for Most Largest African Polk-a-dot Snails Swallowed in Two Swallows in Eight Point Four Seconds on Wednesdays. Chief Slugface in charge of protecting Watermelon tribe from Monster of Rock. Chief Slugface hold record for Smelliest Skunks captured on--"
Benny: "Whoa, hold it, Chief! Did you day "Monster of Rock?"
Chief Slugface: "--Chief Slugface also Leader of powerful tribe called Honking Sassafrass tribe, not puny little tribe like Flickr tribe you mention earlier...eh? Monster of Rock? Oh. Yeah, they nasty little gray monsters made out of rock. Some are bright colors like blue, green. red...but they attack Watermelon tribe and Chief Slugface protect Watermelon tribe from Monster of Rock! But, enough talk! Get out of Chief Slugface's territory, or Chief Slugface kill you!"
Benny: "Listen, Mr. Slugface, this is MY territory. But, I will let you have the back yard part of it. And, you can be on Flickr if you like."
Chief Slugface: "Bah! Flickr tribe puny! Chief Slugface no want Flickr tribe!"
Benny: "No, no! Flickr is a website, not a tribe."
Chief Slugface: "Website?"
Benny: "Yes! TheMagikMaster takes pictures of me with his Canon powershot camera and posts them on Flickr for the 365 Toy Project group. Then, Flickr members can see the photos and comment on them. Well, TheMagikMaster just took a picture of you and me and it can be uploaded to Flickr if you like. Then, people from around the world can see YOU, the Great Chief Slugface, and comment on your photo and you could become more famous!
Chief Slugface: "Uh.....Chief Slugface not understand word you say. But Chief Slugface like the famous part. This what you will do: Give Chief Slugface this territory, the 'back yard', and begone from here. Then you tell your sorcerer friend, the 'Magik' guy to put picture of Chief Slugface in Flickr website tribe. Chief Slugface become famous immediately and Chief Slugface let you live."
Benny: "OK! It's a deal! Can I ask just one question before I leave?"
Chief Slugface: "Maybe. Question be no more than eight words."
Benny: "Ok. Have you seen any 'Monster of Rock' lately?"
Chief Slugface: "That nine words!"
Benny: "Yeah, well, too bad! Have you or have you not seen any rock monsters latley?!"
Chief Slugface: "Chief Slugface see Monster of Rock last night. Then they go into big hut behind us."
Benny: "Big hut? That's my house! Ok, thanks, Chief Slugface! Boy, this doesn't sound good. I leave now and see what Monster of Rock up to! Arrrggghhh!!! Now I'm even talking like Chief Slugface! Well, I've got to finally figure out the mystery behind these rock monsters! See you guys tomorrow. Although I have no idea how I'll find my way back to the house....well, we'll have to see. Oh, and if you dont' mind, please comment on this photo so that Chief Slugface will think he's famous. Then I won't have to get killed. Thanks.
So yea, today equals 3 months accomplished! That’s 90 days, about 25%, and aww crap 275 more days…lol. Anyways I wanted to do something special (as I always try when completing a month.) Pretty much this concept and shoot took me all evening. As the title says, and as I said before, thanks for all that follow and provide feedback and motivation, it is much appreciated! Happy HUMP day. G’night
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#day90 #90of366 The M2 and HS1 bridges that featured a few days ago, from a different angle. I'm experimenting a bit with colour channels in Lightroom. Manipulating the green, blue and red tones in the shot individually, getting different tones and colours. I've got time ...
Got to be quick today. Mr Tom and Mrs Emily have guests - a very rare occurence!
Mrs PB, on account of Mr Fox's repeat good behaviour, asked us to buy him some Indiana Jones LEGO. She'd been setting aside a few beans especially! Mr Fox was so excited when she gave the set - he couldn't stop wagging his enormous bushy tail and gave his Polar Bear an extra special hug. Here's a picture midway through the build. Mrs PB even helped while Mr Fox read out the instructions, on the condition she got to be the bad guys!