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Kayla, modeling 'Glamour Doll' eye shadows in Lime Light Pie and Gold Digger.
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Something is going on at Blomorado. Fohlin arrived with this digger on an old Scania Vabis truck, (photo of the truck later). There used to be a pond here with fishes and a rodent (that I put there). Not sure what they are doing now.
The arm of a digger in our garden as we have it destroyed and rebuilt in time for the summer. Looking forward to having some simple greenery to maintain and not a jungle that no one can enjoy!
I watched a man load a digger onto his lorry. It was late afternoon and he told me he had to drive to Dover, eighty miles away.
When we went to visit the grandparents a few weeks back, the city playground in Windom, Minnesota had this awesome kid-sized backhoe digger, with dual hand controls which raise, lower and dump the bucket just like [in my best non-union estimation] a real backhoe.
It was pretty awesome, and the Dad loved it. The only problem, of course, is that only one Father at time can play with it. And while the kid and I waited for her to take a turn, little townie urchins were wrasslin' each other for the seat like it was the last pancake on the plate.
Meanwhile, a sandbox with half a dozen immobile toy backhoes with children perched mutely on each, digging alone, sounds kind of depressing. Unless it inspires crane ballet, but somehow I doubt the town fathers' vision for these rigs includes instilling in their boys a deeper appreciation of choreography.
Found during a night hike in kanuku mountains. For a greater selection of photos which include different angles and species ask by pm to be added to my friend's list.
Yesterday the tire flew off my minibus, I cut the head off a pit viper and I was banned from a commercial flight by associating with a narco-trafficker. Today I am bushwhacking through the jungle in the remote trail-less backwaters of Guyana, waist deep in water and praying to make it through the rest of the day alive. What will tomorrow bring? God only knows. The adventure starts here- pbertner.wordpress.com/.
Spotted on a deralict digger at Cloud Farm near Malmsmead, Devon, UK.
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Digger Squirrels - mother and kitten - sharing a tender moment not long after the kitten has exited the den for the first time during daylight hours
Baby mole running around in Jason's garden. Very rare to see this animal behaviour above the soil. We decided after no sightings of mother mole we needed to take the 3 moles to the wildlife rescue to look after them. Just aswell since they were very dehydrated. I don't think they would of lasted the night fending for themselves. So cute to watch, I don't think I'll get to see baby moles like this again.
Something new is being built on the seafront at Bournemouth where the old Imax cinema was. I think it may be a fountain. Soon as it's built I;ll post a picture :-)
Anzac Day is a day commemorated by Australia and New Zealand to honour the bravery and sacrifice of members of the Ausrtralian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) and all those who have served their country
The story of Anzac began in World War I, at a landing on 25 April, 1915 near Gallipoli on the Turkish Aegean coast, a piece of sand and sea that have thereafter become known as Anzac Cove. A navigational error led the Anzacs ashore about a mile north of the intended landing point. Instead of finding the expected beach landing, the Anzacs found themselves at the based of steep, jagged cliffs that offered the few Turkish defenders an ideal defensive position. Establishing a foothold, the Anzacs found an advance to be impossible. After eight months of stalemate the Allies withdrew, leaving 10,000 dead amongst the Anzacs and over 33,000 British dead.
On the day of this march, the heavens opened and it seemed that it too wept in memory and sorrow of what has gone before. But wet weather did not deter the veterans from donning the regalia, resplendent under rain-dewed plastic ponchos. They smiled and milled with friends, reminiscing the days of old, remembering mates who did not return from service, or those that have passed on in the years after, taking the legacy of Anzac with them.
I took this returned serviceman's photograph but did not ask him his name. I gave him my card, so hopefully he'll call me and I'll be able to send him a print of this portrait. Anzac Day Parade, Fremantle. It may be best viewed large.
Although it cannot compete with similar pictures of _rebekka or asmandur, I still like the results of this spontaneous snapshot of the digger in front of our house...