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this is what I believe to be true : you have to do everything you can , you have to work your hardest and if you stay positive , you have a shot at a silver lining...
Well that's another Farnborough Airshow done and dusted for 2 years. The show takes place at the birthplace of British Aviation every other year and is essentially a trade-only show with the exception of the final day, Friday, which is open to the public. Entry for the under 22s is free.
Anyway, getting to the site usually involves a short bus ride provided by Stagecoach from Farnborough (Main), North Camp and Aldershot railway stations, or, a short ride on a Go-Ahead London bus from the Queen's Parade car park site (routes FB1/2). An internal shuttle (FB3) is provided by Go Ahead.
This year around 50 buses were used across the week-long event with both companies swapping vehicles throughout the week. Whilst nothing majorly exciting was used, there were still plenty of liveries to keep the cameras happy.
Every year on March 17, the Irish and the Irish-at-heart
around the world observe St. Patrick’s Day. What began
as a religious feast day for the patron saint of Ireland has
become an international festival celebrating Irish culture
with parades, dancing, special foods and a whole lot of
green. Some communities even go so far as to dye rivers
or streams green, in Texas this is done in San Antonio,
where the San Antonio River which meanders along the
Riverwalk is turned green for the day with eco-friendly dye!
In my area we celebrate on Sunday March 15, 2015 at 2pm.
The 37th Annual FM 1960 St. Patrick’s Day Parade proceeds
down FM 1960 from Champion Forest Drive to Kuykendahl.
Last year 150,000 spectators attended the parade, one of
the largest community events in the Houston area! contact
281-378-0800. The parade benefits Cypress Creek EMS
Education Scholarship, raised over $100,000 over the last
5 years! CCEMS is a 501 (c) 3 non-profit with all contributions
tax deductible. This year I was at the hospital and unable to
attend but the Irish part of my heart was there celebrating!!!
Who is St. Patrick.....
Saint Patrick is the patron saint and national apostle of
Ireland. St Patrick is credited with bringing Christianity to
Ireland. Most of what is known about him comes from his
two works; the Confessio, a spiritual autobiography, and
his Epistola, a denunciation of British mistreatment of Irish
Christians. According to different versions of his life story
it is said that he was born in Britain, around 385 AD. His
parents Calpurnius and Conchessa were Roman citizens
living in either Scotland or Wales. As a boy of 14 he was
captured and taken to Ireland where he spent six years
in slavery herding sheep. He returned to Ireland in his
30's as a missionary among the Celtic pagans. Saint Patrick
described himself as a “most humble-minded man, pouring
forth a continuous paean of thanks to his Maker for having
chosen him as the instrument whereby multitudes who had
worshiped idols and unclean things had become the people
of God.” Many folk ask the question ‘Why is the Shamrock
the National Flower of Ireland?’ The reason is that St. Patrick
used it to explain the Holy Trinity to the pagans. St. Patrick
used a shamrock to visualize the mystery of the Trinity,
how a single plant with three leaves is analogous to the
one Triune God with three separate and distinct Persons,
God, the Father, God, the son, and God, the Holy Spirit!!!
My fave Irish song... enjoy:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFDGknbIUvs
and a wonderful Irish medley:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_KmYHaf58Q
Find your fave Irish song:
Every man & his dog has shot the ol' jetty at Crosscanonby beach. Today was my turn. Bonny Scotland seen beyond across the Solway Firth.
The men (and lizards) of the 373rd Reptilian Infantry Squad, serving in the European Theatre of Operations during WWII.
The base of the display is in the shape of a Tyrannosaurus Rex footprint.
This was mostly inspired by both Andrew Becraft's Great Leaders on Terrible Lizards and the upcoming documentary America's Fighting Dinosaur.
Built for MocAthalon 2013 on MOCPages.
Every winter these ducks migrate to Denmark from nothern Scaninavia - every year I see them in Nordhavn, North Harbour, Copenhagen - every year i see these beautiful birds floating on the waves, shield from the cold winds from the sea.
Every day is a blessing...
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Know what you want to do, hold the thought firmly, and do every day what should be done, and every sunset will see you that much nearer to your goal.~Elbert Hubbard
I would love to have a view like this every morning instead of my current glass, steel and concrete skyline. One day.
model is Helo Willemann
this photo is a bit similar to one of my latest uploads, but I like this one so much better ♥
Thanks for this original image:
frozen-photo.deviantart.com/art/--433550587
Thanks to Adrian for the smoke:
Every now and then I just dip randomly into my archives. All my images are in dated folders, and of course I forgot exactly what I was doing on March 7th of last year... What a delight to pull up some dramatic images from Sedona that are tucked away in those archives. We had intended to find a short hike to take on this day, but the threatening skies turned that into a drive around the Red Rock loop instead of a hike. I jumped out of the car at every possible vista point to enjoy the changing skies.
For some reason I chose to focus on the foreground rather than the background, which was probably just a mistake, but I rather like the dreamy, misty effect - sort of like looking thru a plate glass window.
Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread
Every day a little sting
In the heart and in the head
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death
A little night music
Sondheim
Every time I think I have found a "trick" to get a chickadee to perch for morfe than two seconds, I'm wrong. Yet, after seven years of getting fairly good shots of the Chestnut-backed chickadee, I find that it's all luck with a small amount of information. Yesterday, I found that the Japanese Maple tree in the foothills had started to sprout new branches and leaves at the same time it was dropping old ones. What I found was that this chickadee (the only one in California) will peck at new leaves, then fly away. All I have to do is focus, set the aperture, cross my fingers, compose, and shoot four or five in burst mode. It worked ... once. It was a great four days, coming out with four decent shots! But as I said yesterday, past success only leads to future expectations and that usually leads to disappointment. So, we'll leave it at this: I had four really good days and didn't spend a penny on film or processing!
Every cat is unique! While one is replacing an alarm clock, the other one is spending light >>>lol<<<
Every summer, public buildings in Helsinki are wrapped up. I'm convinced it's a hidden art project - you never seen any work being done, and when they unwrap it, the building looks the same as before.
St. John's church, Helsinki
Every site in Egypt was more breathtaking than the last!
Even more amazing than the original structures that make up the Temple of Isis on the Nile – also known as the Philae Temples - is that fact that the historic buildings were moved to save them from inundation by the floodwaters resulting from Egypt’s High Dam project.
The columns leading up to the Second Pylon are topped with images of Hathor, the mother Goddess who created and maintained all life on earth, in her bovine animal form.
For the story, please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/travel/the-sacred-temple-of-...
già 'Il lavoro rende l'uomo nobile. E folle'
e 'Mi hanno rubato il bucato'
e 'Il Sabato porto la macchina a lavare'
da un'idea di StopDreaming, che l'ha rubata a un altro
every girl is judged on there appeareance.
and because of it , they become insecure.
Because instead of someone basing them on their personality, there opinons , and strengths they tend to judge you based on what you look like, how tall or short you are , how skinny or bigger you are. Truth is when it comes down to it, were all the same. We all judge people, we all are terrified whats going through peoples minds when they study us. We have no reason to be insecure, But it just happens.
Every morning he and his mate come by to sing, munch on the elm tree leaves, and bring stuff to their nest near the roof.
So, I grabbed the camera (it's been a month...) and took a few shots. Rule of Thirds on this one eh?
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Every precious dream and vision
underneath the stars
You climbed on the ladder
with the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
blazing your trail
Too high
too far
Too soon
you saw the whole of the moon!
by The Waterboys The Whole Of The Moon
Every Autumn well over a thousand females haul out onto the beach at Horsey in north-east Norfolk in order to have their pups.
AB FAV for today…
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The Menin Gate Memorial to the ‘Missing’ is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown.
It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time...
Another big, unanswered WHY...what was it all for?
"All Wars Arise For The Possession Of Wealth" (Plato)
Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town.
The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget.
Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire.
Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead.
The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials.
People are still coming from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just to see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say: you are not forgotten...
I thank you, Magda.
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Like every saturday morning, I want to wake up slowly, but then my little daughter comes screaming into the bedroom: IT SNOWS!! Within a second me and my daughter were dressed and ready to go to the Posbank. While making a snowman and losing the snowball fights, I also had time to make a panorama of the Posbank covered by snow. I turned it into B&W as it was a already a grey, but beautiful morning. Panorama was made using the nikor 105mm macro and consists of 11 pictures.
Every hero needs an enemy, right? I give you:
H.A.R.M. - Hateful Alliance for the Ruin of Man
H.A.R.M. is a global terrorist organization whose goal is the destruction of mankind through chaos!
Very little is known about this shadowy organization. Intelligence sources speculate they’re responsible for dozens of acts of terror across the globe… car bombings, hijackings, kidnappings, assassinations…no one knows exactly when they formed, but it’s been speculated that they’ve been operating as far back as the 80s in Beirut. Recent rumors suggest that they have agents inserted into several high ranking positions within several world governments, secretly promoting their agenda. While their leader remains a mystery, one thing is for sure: they’re well funded, well-armed, and incredibly dangerous.
I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I want to fly away
I'm so sick of work
so sick of play
I don't need another day
I need to fly away
Every shiny toy
That at first brings you joy
Will always start to croy and annoy
Every camera every phone
All the music that you own
Won't change the fact you're all alone
Every piece of land
every city that you plan
will crumble into tiny grains of sand
Every thing you find that at first gives you shine
always turns into the same old crime
I want to fly away
Every little dance
Every hidden back romance
All alone
(Sick of you, Cake)