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Frances's (different Frances) awesome Docs at the Florence + The Machine Concert.
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something different was what was going through my tiny mind the other night. A kind of middle eastern feel fused with western luxury or just one of the sultans many wives lol
Its also an idea for a painting if I ever get around to doing it all about the temptation of women. most will see her face framed by the blue. some will go straight to her bra and bare flesh faintly hidden beneath the chiffon.
Given the prevalence of fuel tender sets on road trains on FEC it's refreshing to get something different. On Thursday morning August 1st they ran a FEC 900 symbol train out of Bowden ahead of FEC 101 with a solo GE toting a string of gons full of stone destined for New Smyrna Beach. The signal in the background is the south end of the Holly Hill siding and the train is rolling through Daytona Beach in a gap of sun between two rainy patches of clouds. 8/1/19
a little different editing for me --
Another shot from the Safari Park's annual Butterfly Jungle!
March 27, 2013, Escondido, CA
As I was leaving Highland Park this morning I noticed these 4 tress and thought, "You'll never find 4 trees together, each one so completely different from the others.
My daughter (MFA graduate) drinking coffee and checking her text messages in café in Quadracci Pavilion of Milwaukee Art Museum.
A spectral Christmas Eve walk at Ivinghoe Beacon.
Despite knowing this walk so well, there were a couple of moments when I lost my bearings in this blanket of fog.
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Christmas diner, different ever year.
Different table decorations.
A bit more fancy than usual, some fancier choices, a starter and a main dish.
WE put the FESTIVE in THE SEASON! LOL
LOLOVE and thank you, MMMMMMMMMM (*_*)
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A Mexican Gold Poppy announces spring in the Sonoran Desert
- Bartlett Lake Recreation Area, Tonto National Forest, Arizona
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Different species with the same goal, seafood..
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Yo yo yo! Something really different this morning. I am so grateful to have been asked by Awake Platform to participate in a challenge between myself, Joel Robison , and Simon McCheung to photographically interpret a quote from Robin Wiliams in his memory. You can read the quote, my description of this/my interpretation, and see both of their amazing photos here. And obviously go follow them as well if you aren't already, ye goons
Have an awesome Friday & weekend friends, live it up <3
La differenza fondamentale:
i maschietti ti sfiniscono "fisicamente". Non appena imparano a camminare, percorrono più volte il parco e qualsiasi spazio aperto in velocità. Li porti anche più spesso a casa, talvolta al pronto soccorso, con tagli, ferite, bernoccoli.
Le bimbe ti massacrano "psicologicamente". Sin da piccolissime dimostrano un carattere, una volontà e una memoria di ferro. Discutono su qualsiasi cosa: sui vestiti, sulle scarpe, sul cibo, sugli orari, sulle feste, sui regali. Su tutto.....!!!!
I have no idea what plant this is... sort of strange!
Photographed at Flamingo Gardens (I'll have to go back to find out its name).
Everyone celebrates Christmas a little differently. This interesting photograph proves that.
When I was a boy with uncombed hair and a mouth missing a few important teeth, Christmas meant one thing, presents. The more, the better. In our family, gift-giving happened on Christmas Eve. It was the one night of the year when my older brothers couldn’t wait to head out in the dark to the barn quickly to finish their chores.
They never admitted it, but they were just as eager as the rest of us to get back inside and gather around the family. My mother, however, ran on her own schedule. Supper on Christmas Eve was always simple, usually something quick to prepare and even quicker to clean up.
My father didn’t always cooperate with that plan. One of his cherished Christmas Eve traditions was eating dead oysters, along with half a bag of oyster crackers soaked in oyster soup. No one else shared his enthusiasm. More often than not, he was still enjoying his feast long after the rest of us had finished eating and were growing impatient.
But even when Dad finally put his bowl down, we still had more to do.
My mother insisted on reading a chapter from the Bible about the Nativity every Christmas Eve. We children, had to sit around the kitchen table and listen quietly as she slowly read from either Matthew or Luke. We fidgeted, squirmed, and stole glances toward where the presents waited. For many years, it seemed to me the Nativity story must be the longest chapter in the Bible because it took forever for Mom to read.
Gifts were simple back then. In lean years, each of us might receive only one. Sometimes that gift hit us square in the heart. Other times, we wondered if Dad had done the shopping on his own.
Christmas was really a two-day event in our family. Christmas Day meant gathering with the extended family, usually for an early afternoon dinner at my grandparents’ small house in Slayton, next to Dillon’s Alignment Shop, or at the home of one of their sons: Ralph, Larry, or Jack.
Arriving at the host's was always the same. Relatives we rarely saw would exclaim over how tall we had grown or how old we were getting. Occasionally, an aunt would try to kiss the boys, which we did our best to avoid, although I noticed that as my brothers grew older, they did not seem to mind as much.
The hours that followed blended as we ate, visited, and laughed a lot. Most years included a simple gift exchange from names drawn months earlier. I could always predict what my grandparents would give me: a book. I’ll admit that, as a boy, receiving a book at Christmas generated about the same excitement an apple once did for a child on the American frontier.
Now, ghosts of Christmas past attend our family gatherings. The younger folks don’t see them, but I do. As I celebrate my 80th Christmas this year, I will almost hear the voices of my mother and father, along with relatives who shaped my life and now live only in memory.
Someday, I suppose, my children and grandchildren will see their own ghosts.
If I were in charge of the agenda this year, I’d pause the celebration for just a moment and remind everyone to love one another unconditionally, to forgive quickly, and not to hold on to offenses. The young believe they have endless time to live that way. I know better.
The psalmist wrote, “Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.”
But, instead of offering a mini-sermon, I’ll simply smile at each of them, and wish them, and you, a very Merry Christmas.
A further image from the evening at Bramshill Common and from the same location as an earlier posted image. This is a wide ange capture (12mm focal length), which gives a completely different perspective. The leading lines all converge on a point in the centre of the frame. I particularly like the way the bed of the pond is visible in the foreground, with the purple flower heads adding interest. The wide angle also adds richness to the colours
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This 3D montage was put together by one of my best Flickr Friends, Doc Whats, and I was most impressed by it. In fact, I asked Doc if he could do some more! Some of Doc's 3D images will be appearing in my end-of-year fashion review in December. Thanks again, Doc!
In a couple of days I am off to a secret location in Central Europe, to participate in what the organizers (Prinzess Hildegarde von Trapp is amongst them!) describe as "the most extravagant and depraved orgy yet in the history of European Decadence". Around a dozen members of The Sodality are travelling out with me, for three days of unrelenting lewdness and outrageous promiscuity. I promise to tell you all about my adventures on my return - which will be at the beginning of next week!
In the meantime… Toodle Pip!
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Lady Rebecca Lyndon
Duchess of Basingstoke