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Found this little number in a seldom visited closet. I really can't remember when I wore it last, other than to say it must have been long ago. Strangely, I suspect it fits better now than then. My dear wife washed it for me and, well, what you see is what you get!
Flower - Greenwich Park, London, England - Saturday May 31st 2008.
This is dedicated to my wondeful friend & new teacher Amber, for teaching me how to use photoshop..lol...- see her wonderful images here.. www.flickr.com/photos/aswirly/ - Thanks for your help...the lessons have only just started..lol
Wishing her and all of you wonderful people a wonderful weekend...:O))))
Echidna, an Australian monotreme which lays an egg in its pouch. The egg hatches & the baby stays in the pouch until it has spines. They live on termites & ants.
Taken at Shoalhaven Zoo, Nowra. A great place to visit
Adjectives to Inspire- spiky
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.
My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.
A CN intermodal train storms up Byron Hill in freezing rural Wisconsin. An SD70M-2 acted as a mid-train DPU sounding like it was doing most of the work. A safety inspection boxcar acted as a sort of caboose on the tail end.
This is what happens when it rains everyday. Because it's so wet, damp and muddy now, I'm predicting a dry summer. By August, I'll be digging through dust.
German Army re-enactors, Peak Rail 1940s event, Rowsley.
Taken with a Rolleicord I, Model 2 (Model K3 1934/6) twin lens reflex medium format camera, Zeiss Triotar lens, Ilford FP4 125 mono film, yellow filter.
Sometimes you can get so deeply into something you love, that it almost consumes you.
As always, thanks very much for all of your kind comments and favorites. They are greatly appreciated!
Digging deep in a slide storage tray, I stumbled into some Milwaukee Road slides that haven't seen the light of day in years. A westbound freight lead by two SD40-2's crosses the Wisconsin River in Wisconsin Dells, WI in March of 1985.
Tucson Arizona
The Gila monster is a species of venomous lizard native to the Southwestern United States and the northwestern Mexican state of Sonora. A heavy, typically slow-moving lizard, up to 60 cm long, the Gila monster is the only venomous lizard native to the United States. The bead-like scales and strong forelegs and claws are suitable for digging.
20191223_3357_7D2-100 More digging required
The story of the Debbie Jane being on the beach is still a mystery. There are several stories about what it and it's crew of three were doing on Saturday night. What is known is that it hit a sand bar 200m off the coast (what were they doing so close anyway?) and the crew were rescued by the crew from a rescue helicopter (they waded out from the shore).
This morning (Monday) was the first attempt to drag it up the beach (past the high tide level) but the wooden boat is full of water and sand now, so despite the attempts of the two diggers they could not move it.
With the incoming tide approaching the decision was made to leave it to the next low tide (about 8pm Monday night), and then the boat was broken up in place and pieces dragged up the beach.
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Before the Second World War, the area would be described as industrial, because of the presence of wide-scale quarrying and associated activity.
Men came from places such as Bridgnorth and Ludlow to work in the quarries, and the villages of Bedlam and Dhustone on Titterstone Clee were built especially for the quarry workers.
Crumbling remains of quarry buildings now litter the hill, reminders of a bygone industry that once employed more than 2,000 people here.
An old 3 ft (914 mm) narrow gauge railway incline is still visible on the hill and a large concrete structure under which the wagons were filled with stone still remains next to the modern day car park.
I have already removed all the cactus from my yard as when you hit it with the lawn mower, it goes KAPOW!!
Today, I realized that I didn't get a picture, so I staged this one on the trail.
If you carefully add food coloring to the roots of your plants over time you can tint them almost any color. Or you can just slide the hue scale to the left in Photoshop.
It was pretty in red, but I'm bored.
Christopher Bell in the No. 20 Irwin Tools Camry and Alex Bowman in the No. 48 Ally Chevy stick to the low line around Bristol Motor Speedway.