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The miniatures were positioned and designed in such a way that it mimicked the blowing of a strong wind. And an expecting mother was trying her best to be on her foot.
I found this doe lying back at the edge of the woods in the backyard, taking what I'm sure is a heavy load off her hooves.
She looks just about ready, and will probably drop her fawn(s) any day now.
Time for the babies!
love these letters made from wood :) picture from the same session.
natural light, picture taken indoor.
Wasn't expecting to see this today, and this recently repainted vehicle was passing Penshurst Rail Station at Chidingstone Hoath near Tunbridge on Southern Trains Rail Replacement Services from Edenbridge to Tunbridge.
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else I saw Last Month!!
More grid action at Armathwaite, expected this time, thanks to DD for the gen. On hire from GBRf to Colas, large-logo 56098 made its predicted appearance on 6J37 1252 Carlisle Yard-Chirk timber piloting 56049. Unfortunately, the habitual late-running meant the classic shot on the nearer part of the embankment was heavily shadowed, coming off the viaduct presented the most solid patch of light. Don’t be fooled by the 85mm lens in the EXIF data, this is a severe crop!
With the expected arrival of a fleet of new ADL electric buses for Stagecoach in Oxford in 2023/4, here are some photos of the fleet before the electric invasion begins!
All photos were taken in Oxford during 2023.
Maisy, the dog, Hannah and Cole await a new family member. She will be our 3rd granddaughter - all under 2 years.
Really wasn't expecting to get stuck behind this in Sutton Valence near Maidstone Today!, and this ex FirstGroup Buses vehicle from down in Bristol!, is now used by W.B. Chambers Farms to transport Farm workers around Sutton Valence and Langley Heath, and is used along with many other vehicles, including many ex Stagecoach Vehicles, and acording to Google Maps Satalite Imagery many other Farm Workers Buses can be found around Five Wents, Langley, Sutton Valence, Coxheath and Mereworth, all near Maidstone in Kent.
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else I saw This Week!!
I twiddled by thumbs all morning. It was a blue/gray day with clouds everywhere (except to the west, behind the forest) and almost no contrast in the sky. It was too windy to work on my blue-morning project (it’s a surprise) so I just sat there.
I only knew sunrise had happened because I looked at my watch. But I sat there talking to some friends until, suddenly, God-beams started shooting out into the valley. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting that.
From the overlook at Monte Sano State Park in Huntsville, Alabama.
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©Don Brown 2023
Old Dominick Straight Tennessee Whiskey
TASTING NOTES
Expect vanilla, anise, tobacco, caramel and crème brûlée, with hints of oak on a smooth, medium finish. Underneath it all is a spicy rye backbone that raises the standard of what Tennessee Whiskey can be.
olddominick.com/spirits/straight-tennessee-whiskey/
Blue Note Crossroads
Finished with two types of toasted French oak staves, Crossroads sips like a lower proof bourbon but sits at a respectable 100 proof. Try it for yourself to see what’s so special about this offering.
TECHNICAL DETAILS
Product Type: Straight Bourbon Whiskey
Finish: Toasted French Oak
Proof & Filtration: 100 proof, unfiltered
Availability: Nationwide, Crafted in Memphis
www.bluenotebourbon.com/products/crossroads
Belle Meade Straight Bourbon Whiskey
TASTING NOTES
Nose: Maple syrup and caramel with floral fragrances and a citrus zest.
Palate: Caramel and vanilla with bold rye spice and hints of apricot.
Finish: Long, smooth finish with mellow cherry and plum notes accented by cinnamon, all without the burn found in other 90-proof bourbons.
www.bellemeadebourbon.com/products/belle-meade-bourbon
Whiskey day, 07/25/2023, Nashville, TN
Canon EOS-1DS
EF 35.0 mm Æ’/1.4 L
Æ’/1.4 35.0 mm 1/125 250
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I expected more from this dress. I even wore red petticoats to get a fully co-ordinated feel but for some reason that I can't put my finger on it's not delivering on what I hoped. It's a feeling I'm sure most of us have experienced at one time or another. Of course, in this case, the problem may not not be one of fashion but rather of articulation.
Wasn't expecting to see this in Dover today!, and this vehicle appears to be new at Redroute Buses in Gravesend, and a Thank You to this vehicle's driver for the freindly conversation, and all faces on board are blurred out and not shown as requested, (though I do this anyway).
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else I saw Very Recently!!
It's a bit of a birders' bird and it looks rather uninteresting in thumbnail, so I'm not expecting much attention. But while out for a walk in a wood on the edge of the Peak District yesterday afternoon I found this Nightjar resting in a tree. It was such an unusual find of this nocturnal bird in broad daylight that I had to post it. They sit motionless during the day, near-impossible to find but after sunset they become active, making some wonderful calls and bouncing around the sky with great acrobatic agility. They eat insects which they catch on the wing by flying round with their enormous mouths open, like a Swift (Apus apus). They return from Africa in mid May and disappear in September after one or two broods of chicks. They are also scarce and extremely patchily distributed in Britain, but with their greatest populations on the dry heathlands of southern England. This is a male as you can see white patches on his tail below the branch. If you look carefully you can see the rictal bristles around the bill gape which increase the catching area for insects. I found him in a wood on the edge of the Peak District.
The scientific name Caprimulgus translates as goat-milker from the ancient belief (dating back before Aristotle) that Nightjars fed from goat udders, which caused them to stop producing milk, and eventually to go blind. This seems to be based on the simple observation that they have large mouths that might be capable of clamping on a goat's udder, but the large mouth is really to catch insects with. Because milk is a mammalian product, birds have never evolved the enzyme lactase that enables them to digest milk. It was fat that the Blue Tits used to steal off the top of the milk, and they stopped feeding from milk bottles once our tastes changed to low-fat semi-skimmed milk.
Preparation for the British fancy dress festival in Benidorm this November 18th 2021, which mask to choose ?
I have to admit that life aboard Leon's Claw is a lot harder and with more responsibility than I expected... but I love it! Every day I have to make rounds throughout the entire ship and inspect everything and make sure it's all in working order. If one little thing is out of place or whistling wrong or smoking when it shouldn't, it can affect the entire ship and the lives of everyone on board.
Aside from my responsibility inspecting the ship, I also help Damien when he needs it. To be honest he doesn't need that much help. He's very handy and strong! I watched him lift three heavy crates all on his own during our first stop after my joining the crew! They weren't little crates either! I'm pretty sure Damien was amused by my awe ‘cause he kept smirking when I stared and said, "Whoa!"
Having Damien as a bunkmate wasn't all too bad but it took some getting used to. I'd never shared a room, so to speak, with another person. My hammock is directly above Damien's and privacy is a rare treat. I have to use a crate to climb up and let me tell you it is NOT an easy thing to do; especially when you are sore and tired. In fact, I nearly fell several times trying to get in the first time and Damien just stood there looking so fucking amused and told me that if I fell on him while he was sleeping that he'd kill me and make it look like an accident. We both laughed it off but at the same time I don't ever want to find out how serious he is or not.
Before I knew it, it had been nearly three weeks since I'd left home! It took some adjustment but soon I was getting used to my new life. I was an airship engineer! No, it wasn't on one of those big airships I'd dreamed of but this could one day lead to that! I wrote to Papa twice and told him all about the ship and my crew mates and what life was like for me now. Though if I am to be honest, I was starting to feel homesick. I could send Papa letters but would I ever be able to receive any back? Surely there had to be a schedule of planned stops. It meant Papa could send letters ahead for me! I knew the captain would know of them but I didn't want him to think I was regretting my choice to do this.
To be honest, I hadn't seen much of the captain in the past few weeks. When I did see him, he was often busy mapping things out and writing letters and going over ledgers while sipping on a cup of tea. He wasn't hard to find on a small ship but our paths just didn't cross too often.
It was mid afternoon and I'd finished inspecting pipes beneath the mast* when I figured now would be a good time as any to speak with the captain. He usually takes his afternoon tea around this time so I made my way down below deck to the small kitchen area. Sure enough, there he was! Captain Vincent was just finishing up brewing what appeared to be one of his favorites: Earl Grey.
I inhaled deeply and smiled slightly. "Mm, smells good." I watched as the captain glanced over and gave a small, "Mhm." His gaze looked down at his teacup, lifting it gingerly to his nose before taking a deep inhale and sighing contently. He seemed to be in a good mood so I decided to take my chance before he departed. "Sir, I wanted to ask you something." He'd just started to turn when I watched him pause and glance back at me expectantly. "What is it?"
Licking my lips, I explained, "I was wanting to ask if it would be possible to find out ahead of time some of the ports we'll be at. I wanted to let my father know so maybe he could send me letters." I watched as the captain quirked his brow and for a moment, I felt like he could see deep within me, that longing and yearning for home. I was so sure the captain was going to belittle me when instead, he gave a small sigh, then replied, "Come with me." Relief filled me and I began to follow him along towards his quarters. "Thank you!" "You're welcome."
A moment later, he opened the door and let me in before following in after me. "Things don't always go according to plan but we do have a schedule for some of the major stops we'll be taking a few months out," he explained, reaching for a notebook calendar on one of his shelves. He set his teacup down and began to thumb through the notebook until he found what he was looking for. "We'll be stopping in Arturstown in one week. After that..."
And the captain began to show me on his calendar some of the big stops we'd be making and when they were planned. He was stoic, factual in his explanations as always. I took mental notes of where and when some of them were. Fantastic!
"Thank you again, Captain!"
"You're welcome."
I watched him settle in on his chair to finally enjoy his tea. As I turned to leave, something caught my eye. It was a chess set! A very nicely made one, at that. I recognized the brand! My father had a chess set from the same maker! The memories of playing chess with my father made me smile softly. "Can I help you with anything else?" I heard the captain ask behind me. "Oh, no. Sorry, Sir. I was just admiring the box of your chess set. My father has one from the same maker." "Ah, I see." I glanced back at him as he lifted his tea to his lips and began to sip quietly from it. He looked so content just sitting there like that. I gave a small chuckle and a small jerk of my head. "Fancy a game, Captain?" I could tell I surprised him with the offer because he looked up at me and quirked his left brow.
"Are you serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
The captain stared at me for a long moment. "So you know how to play?" "Of course I do." I replied, grinning. Then I added quickly with politeness, "Sir." Perhaps he'd thought someone like me wouldn't know how to play something like that. To be fair, most people of my station live their whole lives working and not having hobbies outside of that. I watched him glance towards the box and I realized that he was actually considering it! Pushing just a touch more, I teased, "Come on. I'll even go easy on you."
The captain gave a snort; an actual snort. Then he responded, "Go easy on me? Kid, I don't think you know who I am."
"Don't tell me. Show me."
"Fine. On your King's head, then."
Standing, the captain motioned for me to move and then reached up for the box, tea secured in his other hand. I thought for a split second I saw a small smirk at the corner of his lips but maybe it was just a trick of the light. We walked across to the cargo hold that also doubled as the living quarters for Damien and me. It didn't take us long to get set up. Sitting on a barrel opposite the captain, I grinned a little. "Your move, Captain."
It became clear within a few minutes that I was not playing against an amateur. Then about fifteen minutes into the game, the captain revealed just how good he was. I was good. I was not THAT good! He seemed to be several steps ahead with an answer to everything I could think of!
"Checkmate."
"How?!" I exclaimed, eyes widened and fighting back incredulous laughter as he checkmated me. I stared, going over all the pieces. Yeah, he...he got me good! I folded my arms over my chest, jaw dropped and just dumbfounded! By chance, right then, I glanced up and suddenly...I felt the wind knocked slightly out of me.
I'm not sure what it was about that one moment, but for a second the way the sunlight filtered through the ceiling and fell upon the captain, it took my breath away. His eye was staring right at me, the sunlight making his sea colored eye look so vibrant and lovely like the shallows in a lagoon. I'd never seen a man look so handsome and beautiful at the same time. His full lips curved ever so slightly into that tiny smirk I thought I'd seen earlier, and he looked so content to be sitting there with his tea and having kicked my ass in the quickest chess game I'd ever played. "Hm." His lips smirked just a touch more as he lifted his tea to his lips and slowly drained the rest of it. Before I could make any sense of what just happened...
BOOM!
"What was that?!" the captain exclaimed, looking around in shock. God, I felt as if my heart jumped into my stomach! And suddenly, the whole ship lurched and the chess set was flying along with several crates nearby! I scrambled to steady myself and stared in horror at the captain who gazed back at me while clutching a barrel. There was a horrible cranking sound that was very obviously slowing down as we heard Damien's scream rise above all of it through the ceiling window. "VINCENT!!! AIDEN!!!! YOU BETTER GET UP HERE QUICK!!!"
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Vocabulary:
*Mast: a tall, upright post on a ship that carries the sails
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
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Special thank you to the smexy husbando of a man: Vin Aydin Raven-Mysterious for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
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Finally!
★★★ Expect More Than Coffee! ★★★
From the beginning, Starbutts set out to be a different kind of Second Life experience. One that not only celebrated coffee and the rich tradition, but that also brought a feeling of connection...through butts!
We're not just passionate purveyors of coffee, but everything else that goes with a full and rewarding coffeehouse experience with our staff and concepted events.
We’re a neighbourhood gathering place, a part of the daily routine – and we couldn’t be happier about it. Get to know us and you’ll see: we are so much more than what we brew. We make sure everything we do is through the lens of humanity – from our commitment to the highest quality coffee... and of course, butts in the world, to the way we engage with our customers and communities to do business responsibly!
We are finally opening our doors with an event of full of coffee, butts.. and of course, groovy tunes! Do not hesitate to join us for the warm gathering!
EVENT DATE AND TIME: 8th October / START: 10 AM +SLT
DRESSCODE: Come as you are and don't forget to bring friends!
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I never really expected to see an SA Aperta, but one made a surprise visit at cars and coffee today.
Here is a video of it starting up: www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhhwv2zxcOk
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Tried something a little bit different then I'm used to...
italic- Ghost Rider
bold- Satan/ the Devil
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I bet you're expecting a man full of sin, one who doesn't care for moral rights or laws. One who can walk the line of both worlds, and still not be scarred. If this is what you predicted, then you're dead wrong. I do walk both lines, but both lead to different trails.
It all started with her death. Imagine a perfect day, one that makes birds sing, and you can smell the dew in the air. Two people sit under a tree, as they usually did on a Sunday evening.
Her father always wanted her to go to church. She never went until I told her to. We went together, and after ever mass, we walked to that tree, and sat just listening to the world around us.
On that day, she said those words which I could never forget.
"I love you."
This is what kills me. These words were my undoing. Fear of what could happen if I took her under my wing. I said some stupid excuse, and went home. Then I decided that I could handle it. I could love her, and that I always would.
Well, you can probably guess what happened from there.
I ran back to the tree, like I was in some kind of movie, the guy chasing after the girl. But I was too late. She wasn't at the tree. I sat down on the ground, leaning on the tree. Then, I remember seeing smoke, coming from one of the streets.
It must have been a car accident I thought to myself. It had to be. But being that "good" man I thought I was, I ran down the hill again.
Once I got down to the street, I saw that it was a car crash. A stupid biker had crashed into a red Honda Civic.
This car accident meant nothing to anyone else around me. It was just a regular crash. But I remember seeing two bodies on the ground, painted with crimson liquid.
I felt something come out of my eye. Something I couldn't fell anymore. There she was, in the middle of the street, laying lifeless. The other victim was there also.
I used to be afraid of the sight of blood. But this was her. I ran into the street, nothing mattered anymore. Cars honking, rushing by me, while I was cradling her.
I yelled to see if anyone had called the police. I screamed it. I broke out into tears. Even though it felt like forever, waiting there, they finally arrived. The men that were supposed to help the citizens were finally here.
They couldn't help her though, no. She was "totaled" in car language.
They said there was a note in the car. They guessed she was writing it while she was driving.
I looked at the letter, and saw tears all over it. I unwrinkled the paper to see this:
John. I know you've been good to me, and I thank you for this. But, you seemed like you couldn't handle a marriage, and that's when I figured out I couldn't handle one either. I figured I couldn't handle anything. We were young, that's all. For lust, I believe. I'm not even sure I ever loved you. Did you ever lov.....
That's when it stopped. A pen mark went across the page from where it stopped. They said she was speeding. A death note.
The doctor said there was nothing he could do, but yet, I knew there was. I was a religious man. Prayer was my way of getting her back. It was the only way.
I prayed on and off for months. I never left the chapel, I slept there. I prayed for answers, but none returned.
One fateful day, I awoke to see a note. No a waver. The only words on the paper were,
Love is forever, but not without a soul.
Then, a place to sign was under it. I looked around, trying to find the person who gave the note. No one was around, and frankly, I was there for years. Time flew by, and I had no idea. The church had been destroyed, but the chapel remained. And the note. To sign the note, my fate was unknown. But love fueled me. It always had.
I signed.
Have you ever felt the feelings of butterflies in your stomach? Imagine it times twelve. Then the feeling of my eyes burning, like pepper spray, but instead of the spray, I got the seeds. I saw flames form around my eyes, and skin peel from my hands.
But then she appeared. She was alive, and she was confused. I approached her, pain still in my body. She saw me once, and fled. I screamed her name, and noticed my voice was changing. More, raspy.
My clothes burned away, and the feel of leather wrapped around me. A chain made of flames slung around my shoulder.
Time to come visit.
The voice dragged me down deep into the chapel.
It seems your prayers were answered.
The voice was like sandpaper rubbing against metal. I couldn't see at the moment, everything was dark. But then I saw red. All of it. The whole world was red. It had seemed like I fell, as I was on my face. I stood up, and saw the chain on my shoulder. It was heavy.
Come John.
The voice could be heard from a distance. I didn't want to go, but my feet were moving. I dragged the chain on the ground, up the hills, and down the hills. This was the Hell he made for me. I finally saw a figure, and it stood out. White and black, while everything else was red.
John... lets see... loved Geneviève Rosa... signed the contract. Yep, you're here. Welcome to Hell.
"What is this place?"
Hm. Duh, I just said Hell.
"This is a lot worse than expected."
So you expected to come down her?
"No... that's not what I... meant."
Well, you sold your soul to... me.
"That's what that note was?"
Yeah. Sorry, the big guy wasn't responding. I tried to help you.
"You can't help me. You're the... devil."
Oh come on. What are you? Human? Wait, never mind, you aren't that anymore.
"What did you do to me?"
A holy man turned Rider. I like irony John. Oh by the way...
He whistled, and I could hear a bike. I still remember hearing that sound. Tires scratching on the sands of Hell. It arrived, and I recognized it immediately. It was the same bike that had killed her.
"Ironic."
Quite. Get on.
"I'm not your faithful believer."
Well you are for Him.
"Let me guess... Ironic."
Look, just get on. You're my Rider now. My Ghost Rider. One who walks Earth, and Hell, making people pay for their sins, and bringing them down here for me. Simple.
I tried to reason with him, saying it was unfair. She had left me, even when I saved her. She took my soul, and threw me away. It not only hurt me, but fueled me with something worse than love.
Hatred. It's what will fuel you through your journeys.
I looked at him, and I remember him smiling.
"What is your bidding."
Perfect. There is a man who brings people back from the dead. I want him... I want Otto Octavious.
I hopped on the bike, and started the bike. Flames appeared from the bike, as I fueled the bike. My hatred could fuel all of Hell. But I had a job to do. I rode my bike up a ramp (ha it's still there) and went back onto Earth. As I said, I had a job to do.
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Yes, that was pretty long, but I really wanted to get the emotion in there. Anyways, you guys wanted this, so hopefully you like it!
I expect that most visitors begin their day on the BM&LP much like I did, sitting in the truck along highway 98 waiting for when and if the train runs. When there was no action for hours I admit leaving the shot to peak into the power plant for any hint of activity and even going back to the motel to recover the drinks I forgot in the fridge. Fortunately that didn’t kill the day like it often does. They started unloading the night train just after 9:00 and were ready to leave just after 10:00. Of course 10:00 on Arizona time in May is getting to be pretty high sun but at least they ran. The reason for the railroad is the Navajo Generating Station in the background. Along with the need to supply power to growing populations in Arizona, Nevada, and California, a major factor in building the plant in 1970 was the power requirements to pump water from the Colorado River to Central Arizona. The current operators own other alternate fuel plants and have decided not to renew the lease at the end of 2019. For now no other operators are stepping forward. The Navajo Nation voted against taking over operation. The power plant and railroad are likely to close. In case things don’t change I made a one day effort to get a look after a Phoenix business trip and was rewarded with a slow start but then a full day of juice chasing. Can’t remember ever doing that before and likely won’t again, at least in North America. May 4, 2019 just outside Page Az. Thanks to FIREMAN424 and steve55126 for background on this operation that gave me enough confidence to give the trip a chance.
Not expected until March, crimson-hued Chinese fringe flowers (Loropetalum) have begun to bloom in early February.
DeKalb County (Avondale Estates), Georgia, USA.
2 February 2021.
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â–¶ "Loropetalum chinense (aka Chinese fringe-flower) is a member of the Witchhazel family (Hamamelidaceae). While native to China, Japan, and the Himalayas, loropetalum is well-adapted to [southeast U.S.], introduced there in 1880. The plant, an evergreen shrub, blooms from mid-March through mid-April, with scattered blossoms during the rest of the season. Two forms of L. chinense exist: a white to pale-yellow-flowering, green-leafed variety and a pink-flowering variety (Loropetalum chinense var. rubrum) with leaves varying from bronze-red, when new, to olive-green or burgundy, when mature. The genus name, Loropetalum, is derived from the Greek words for strap and petal, and refers to the long, thin petals of the fringe-like blooms."
— Clemson College of Agriculture, Forestry and Life Sciences.
— Wikipedia.
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While walking to class this morning I glanced up the street to see Via 70 arriving at Brantford with P42 907 on the point.
I wandered a couple blocks past campus to snap a few shots on my cell phone, no hell but not bad either!
I wasn't expecting The Wave.
The sculpture, by artist Lucy Glendinning, weighs 17 tonnes and is 10.3m tall.
Just won an eBay dress for £0.99. Woo Hoo! That's 2 new things to try soon. A top and a dress. And another dress. No....! 3... it's 3 new things. A top and a dress and a flirty dress... and another dress. 4! 4 new things. A top, a dress, a flirty dress and a sparkly dress. And another top..... I'll come in again.