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This is my friend Dick. He's actually more than a friend as he has also been like a second father to me. I visited him today and his wife Shirley. Two of the nicest people you could ever wish to meet.
I have known Dick for many years now as we got together to launch a new business venture for the company I worked for at the time. I had the local knowledge and Dick had the expertise. Over the coming years we traveled thousands of miles together, both throughout Australia and in the States. It was Dick who lent me his gold Amex so I could upgrade to a Mustang convertable before driving from LA to the Mexican border. Dick lives in Melbourne and I live in Brisbane, so we don't get much of a chance to see each other, but today we did and it was wonderful to see him. I owe him much, but thats just the way he is...he is just one of those guys that keeps paying forward and has a love of life.
Catawba Overlook
Dick Gap
Big South Fork National Recreation Area
Kentucky
The early morning fog had finally decided to burn off. After arriving at the Dick Gap Overlook at 7 a.m. waiting for sunrise, fog had enshrouded the whole area. After waiting for an hour and a half with still no fog lifting we headed out to the Jeep where we decided to offroad to a junction that took you to a wet weather falls called Dick Gap Falls and the Catawba Overlook. The jeep got stuck and it took us about an hour to unstuck it. So we took the Jeep back to the parking lot and then we hiked to Catawba overlook and we arrived just as the fog was lifting. The Catawba overlook not only overlooks Dick Gap but you can also see old mining bridge of The Blue Heron Mining Community. BTW if you decide to hike to Dick Gap Falls be sure there's been plenty of rain.
Vice President Dick Cheney bids farewell to Vice President-elect Joe Biden Thursday, Nov. 13, 2008, following their nearly hour-long visit at the Vice President’s Residence at the U.S. Naval Observatory.
(Source: White House)
Carole, 'the good lady wife', enjoying Big Black Dick in George Town on Grand Cayman.
Apologies and commiserations to people who hit on this photo expecting a different variety of Big Black Dick....!
During our last visit to the Tallgrass Prairie, the songbirds were out entertaining us as we drove by. A few of them would sing long enough for us to capture them before taking off to their next resting place. We took the pictures out of the car window trying not to spook them. I'm really impressed with my new camera and long lens. I can crop down heavy in a shot like this one and I still have great detail. As my dad always preaches, you have to have the eyes in focus. I think I got this one.
Another fantastic adventure with Torrie & Granny! ✈️
Thankyou, Torrie & Twisty!
Check out Torrie's flight LOL www.flickr.com/photos/torriehexicola/51321636960/in/datep...
Been working on a stop motion for a little while, I found the batcave set on ebay for $200 in near perfect condition. Given the fact that a new 2006 batcave set is worth around $1,800 I'd say it was a damn good purchase
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This is one of the roses in my front yard.. Looks like I might have to replace it because it is not doing really well but will cross that bridge when I come to it... This is for Cindy Dean who hates spiders and I said I would do one just for her without a creepy crawlie on it...
Richard "Dick" Turpin (bap. 1705 – 7 April 1739) was an English highwayman whose exploits were romanticised following his execution in York for horse theft. Turpin may have followed his father's profession as a butcher early in life, but by the early 1730s he had joined a gang of deer thieves, and later became a poacher, burglar, horse thief and murderer. He is also known for a fictional 200-mile (320 km) overnight ride from London to York on his horse Black Bess, a story that was made famous by the Victorian novelist William Harrison Ainsworth almost 100 years after Turpin's death.
Turpin's involvement in the crime for which he is most closely associated—highway robbery—followed the arrest of the other members of his gang in 1735. He then disappeared from public view towards the end of that year, only to resurface in 1737 with two new accomplices, one of whom he may have accidentally shot and killed. Turpin fled from the scene and shortly afterwards killed a man who attempted his capture. Later that year he moved to Yorkshire and assumed the alias of John Palmer. While he was staying at an inn, local magistrates became suspicious of "Palmer", and made enquiries as to how he funded his lifestyle. Suspected of being a horse thief, "Palmer" was imprisoned in York Castle, to be tried at the next assizes. Turpin's true identity was revealed by a letter he wrote to his brother-in-law from his prison cell, which fell into the hands of the authorities. On 22 March 1739 Turpin was found guilty on two charges of horse theft and sentenced to death; he was executed on 7 April 1739.
Took a detour when i left the Girlfriends house to take a photo of Black Dicks Temple. this can been seen from miles around see below for some of its history.
Black Dick was born in 1574 ('Black Dick of the North' was a nickname given to him by King James I) or Sir Richard Beaumont is known to haunt the temple, he was the first cousin of Elizabeth I. He was well known for his criminal activities, he was a gambler, a bad debtor and a highwayman who was involved in piracy to pay off his depts.
When Richard Beaumont found out one of his young servant girl employees had got pregnant he murdered her, he was the one who got her pregnant! He was thought to have been killed in a tunnel near Huddersfield whilst in a duel in 1631.
To this day people report seeing the spectre of Black Dick most commonly on July 5th, on the day in which he died.
Moby Dick: the great white wale, killer of cars
Moby Dick: la grande baleine blanche, tueuse de voitures
Rose : Dick Koster
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I have so many pictures of my roses that I have forgotten when this was taken.. Right now they are sleeping so enjoy the color when there isn't very much...
The falls are located just North of Dahlonega, GA in the Chattahoochee National Forest. I had a great time photographing the Falls in the morning with several friends. If you make it to this location the only warning is: be very careful, the rocks may look dry but are still extremely slippery.
I've witnessed a steady progression of technology in my lifetime. Things that seemed like pure fantasy when I was a kid are now commonplace. One of the most revolutionary of them all has got to be the smartphone. An extraordinary amount of capability that literally fits the palm of my hand. It's easy to take all of this for granted, but I can still recall a time when storm chasing was done almost entirely by intuition and guided by luck. Now I'm able to pull top a near real time Doppler radar display pinpointing the exact location and intensity of storms. It's so much easier to see what's going on around me and help steer me in the right direction. On this particular day I wasn't even storm chasing but merely driving home. The Doppler showed storms in the vicinity and some very heavy precipitation. This was confirmed by my own visual observation as my drive transitioned from bright sun to ominous dark clouds. About five miles on I found myself back in partial sun as my route took me beneath the boundary line of the storm. It was then I began catching glimpses of this monstrous wedge cloud through the passing trees. I had seen the bright red splotches on the Doppler display, but that didn't prepare me for the visceral impact of this. At that moment I drove out into the open over a local reservoir. There the cloud formation was fully revealed. I pulled over and ran from my car to the edge of the causeway. The storm was like a living being; swirling and circulating; constantly changing shape; spitting lighting bolts and creating gusty surface winds. I shot a few normal frames with the iPhone but couldn't quite capture a sense for the scale. I punched up panoramic mode and this is the resulting image. The same technological marvel that revealed the storm provided the means to document it (and later disseminate the image). And order a pizza. Just amazing.