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I had been expecting a "More" branded double decker for my ride from Bournemouth to Milford on Sea on Thursday 18th November, 2021, but had to make do with this Bluestar Enviro 200: 2745 (HF65 CXV) is seen here at the end of my journey, quite probably the most expensive bus fare in the country mile for mile, £8.80 return.
Wasn’t expecting to see this on my way home today, theres a 1983 Sedan DeVille a few doors down that i’ve documented may times previously!
Wasn't expecting to see this in Dover today, and this vehicle was visiting from Gravesend, and had brought School Groups to Dover Castle which is now open again daily.
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Expecting a 37, 47 or a 57, it was a big surprise to see 43076 and 43089 appear from underneath Bromford Bridge with 0Q94 Leicester LIP to Long Marston. The pair were going to collect a single Mk3 to take back to Leicester LIP.
Well, she arrived much sooner than I expected! (Tracking showed that she was still stuck in Germany.) Deluxe Quick Curl Cara! Her hair is perfect and untouched, as you can see (and will stay that way!) I actually have a nostalgic connection with her, (well… her and the version that came before her, anyway!) I was visiting my favourite ‘Mom and Pop’ toy store one Friday night in 1978 a few suburbs away, as I saved up all my pocket money so I could buy my first ‘real’ Barbie, as opposed to years of parent-bought clones. I remember staring at those ‘Barbie Fashion Centre’ shelves for ages, trying to decide which one would be my first, and I was immediately drawn to this gal and the earlier 1975 Quick Curl Cara, with the multicoloured outfit. I also remember that gal was the Canadian version, as it had that mysterious ‘Frisse Vite’ on the box, which I assumed meant ‘Quick Curl’ back then! LOL This being Australia in the 1970s, there was only one of each amidst all the blonde smiling Barbies. Though ultimately, I decided that my first Mattel doll shouldn’t be a Barbie ‘friend’ and went for I think a Superstar Barbie instead, vowing to come back for Cara when I had saved up for her. Alas, I didn’t know at the time that these two were old store stock and they were both gone by the time I went back for her, and even though I searched for her in other stores for another year or two, I never saw her again for decades…. Until I became an adult collector, that is! (Also gone was the one Deluxe Quick Curl Barbie that I also had my eye on. I never saw her again either until I started collecting as an adult. She was the very first Barbie I bought when I started collecting and you can see her in that lovely GUAG fashion next to Cara there.) Cara is looking sleek and chic here in a 1976/77 Best Buy fashion, but can’t wait to dress her in lots of other things from that era!
Saturday night i was experimenting with an old liqueur recipe from my mother. She made this kind of liqueur for Christmas using oranges, cinnamon and sloe. As I have no idea where I could get sloe I used pomegranate instead. I love pomegranate, it is a beautiful fruit with an extraordinary color and it tastes good, too. They are just difficult to clean, everything looks splattered afterwards. So, now I have to wait 6 weeks until I can try it – in the mean time I expect the best.
Sorry for the blurry pic on the left.. it was past midnight.
Here is the original
As expected, our rainy season trip to Mulanje was dominated by heavy, overcast skies. We still took the opportunity to explore, and took a side hike from Chinzama Hut up Nandiwo Peak. On the way down, the clouds broke for a few minutes, and the whole valley was filled with soft light. This is that moment.
I expected to see plenty of Combi vans but I didn’t know Byron Bay had a rich vein of street art flowing through it. It’s called Surf Alley, apparently, after the locals cleaned it up from being ‘spew alley’.
So yeah wasn't expecting to see this on my way home tonight!, and after getting stuck behind it in traffic near my house, I was able to get ahead of it to this layby along the M20 near Aycliffe, though I don't where it was going or why it was passing through the Dover area.
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Everyone expects. Each one for something else
or someone.
And now, the expectation belongs to everyone.
Yet, each one with their own expectations.
Who will sit in the empty chair?
Attente
Tout le monde attend. Chacun pour quelque chose d'autre
ou quelqu'un.
Et maintenant, l'attente appartient à tous.
Pourtant, chacun avec ses propres attentes.
Qui s'assiéra dans la chaise vide ?
I'm not expecting much attention because you have to view large to see what is going on, but this was a first for me; a tobogganing Polar Bear. He was at the top of a snowy slope and just slid on his belly right down to the bottom. You can see the sinuous track he took if you look close enough. For interest here's a photo of this same bear at the top of the hill before the sledging www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/53968751778/in/photolist
I was going to call this photo the Cresta Run for two reasons, but thought the second one was a bit obscure. The Cresta Run is an ice track in Switzerland used for toboggan racing, but Cresta was also a fizzy drink brand from the 1970s that used a cartoon Polar Bear singing a jingle to the tune of Elvis's "Teddy Bear". Here's the advert on Youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvo2Hddqg3I
Completely flabbergasted at the comments and awards given on this one, wasnt expecting anything really! I just posted it coz I liked the reflection on the top of the car and because id spent ages driving around looking for something to take photos of and this was really all I came back with :o( So unbothered was I by this shot that I didnt even waste any time HDRing or processing, just a little warming on Picnik :o)
Looking out the front window. The first lake effect storm of the winter kicks in. One to two feet expected.
Captured July 2016 : Canon VT rangefinder + Canon LTM 50mm/1.2 lens.FOMAPAN 100 rated EI=64 developed in ILFORD ID3 homebrewed developer.Bute Park CARDIFF.
I'm not expecting this picture to generate much interest at all here on Flickr. The reason I'm posting it is I am at heart a man who who wanted to be an actress. I wanted to play female roles. What this means is I enjoy experimenting with make-up, wigs and female outfits.
The reality is I am rubbish at acting but as I get older I fear missing out on my dream of taking on female roles. Some may cringe and squirm at my admission of wanting this and though I think I may well invite ridicule I simply had to try it out, albeit in private.
I have always liked the look of the business woman and female lawyers. Their outfits are stylish and admittedly prim and somewhat severe. I think the mix of primness with make-up, bright red lipstick and smooth shaved legs and high heel court shoes is a mix of femininity and confidence and I do find it rather sexy.
On Sunday, having had my first cross-dressing opportunity in ten months I had a desire to try out the severe lawyer appearance I enjoyed putting on the make-up, finding a suitable wig and skirt suit and felt the final touch to get the look was to adopt a less than impressed aloof haughty expression on my face and fasten up the top button on my shirt.
It is not a pretty feminine look but I felt quite the woman when I stood in front of the mirror and ruined the prim severity by smiling at my reflection. Having finally got into character and wiped the smile of my face, I took a photo. I'm going to admit I really enjoyed this look and felt quite a thrill to be portraying myself this way. If I am honest, I actually felt empowered to be this woman, the whole outfit was great to wear and I loved the shoes. I would love to go to a meeting dressed this way. I have always been attracted to the prim tailored appearance of female lawyers. I think the make-up and the skirt and heels gives their image real panache over their male counterparts.
I think it would be fun to create a theme on Flickr of prim but stylish tailored female looks. I am definitely going to explore this one further. Has anyone else ever faced exploring this type of female appearance?
Millennium Bridge, London - England / October 2011
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The Millennium Bridge, officially known as the London Millennium Footbridge, is a steel suspension bridge for pedestrians crossing the River Thames in London, England, linking Bankside with the City. It is located between Southwark Bridge (downstream) and Blackfriars Railway Bridge (upstream). The bridge is owned and maintained by the Bridge House Estates, a charitable trust overseen by the City of London Corporation. Construction of the bridge began in 1998, with the opening on 10 June 2000.
Londoners nicknamed the bridge the "Wobbly Bridge" after participants in a charity walk on behalf of Save the Children to open the bridge felt an unexpected, and, for some, uncomfortable, swaying motion on the first two days after the bridge opened. The bridge was closed later that day, and after two days of limited access the bridge was closed for almost two years while modifications were made to eliminate the wobble entirely. It was reopened in 2002.
The southern end of the bridge is near Globe Theatre, the Bankside Gallery and Tate Modern, the north end next to the City of London School below St Paul's Cathedral. The bridge alignment is such that a clear view of St Paul's south facade is presented from across the river, framed by the bridge supports.
Model: Natalia Larioshina
Photographer: Justin Bonaparte
Model: Natalia Larioshina
Photographer: Justin Bonaparte
Reposted from 2011 with a new scan:
Where it was postmarked is illegible, but it was mailed to an address in Hanover, Indiana. This card is embossed, with the embossing coming through the verso side. Beautiful penmanship even with the embossing.
iss065e061407 (May 24, 2021) --- NASA astronaut and Expedition 65 Flight Engineer Megan McArthur works in the Microgravity Science Glovebox swapping samples for an experiment called Solidification Using a Baffle in Sealed Ampoules, or SUBSA. The physics investigation explores experimental methods of crystallizing melts in microgravity and is expected to result in reduced fluid motion in the melt, leading to better distribution of subcomponents and the potential for improved technology used in producing semiconductor crystals.
As expected, once the days get longer and festival season sets in, bright colours and unblended looks start to show up with regularity on both the cat walk and glossy magazine covers. Andree Pienaar C5 archives can show you how to choose the right colours for yourself. What I would like to address, however, is the different kind of finishes and textures you can choose. Since summertime also means that humid days can wreak havoc on your makeup, try and go for pigments set with a fixing medium, a great Andre Pienaar C5 trick for getting intense colour that also means your look will last throughout the day, no matter what the circumstances. Additionally, some of the best pigments I have ever worked with in my time have been indie brands, one of Andre Pienaar C5’s top picks for hidden gems.
I had never expected a country filled with beautiful scenery, with windswept mountains alternating with blissfully green hills, with rugged coastlines interspersed by petite towns, to be also so culturally rich and full of character and passion. It was a study in contrast going from the capital city of Dublin, where tradition and modernity wove a tangled web of commerce and industry, to the pastoral countryside replete with old castles, charming town centers, delightful bed-and-breakfasts, and the ever-ubiquitous Irish pubs with lively folk music.
It wasn't a country that wowed me with grand spectacle the likes of Iceland and Chile, but it was the hidden charm of the little things that I got to discover exploring around. I wish I could return there under better conditions. Meanwhile, here is a sampling from the heart of the isles
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Betcha weren't expecting something this dark to start off 2011, were you?
Hello. I'm Three less neurons per minute. Less than 20 people know my real name here in Flickr through flickrmail and not from reading comments in my pictures. I am not a teenager, but creepers are still unwelcomed. I have a sinking feeling that none of my photos are particularly excellent, I just have really awesome and supportive contacts. I don't want to be labelled as the girl who does photomanipulations. Any label, good or bad, limits and confines our abilities. Besides, I want to go out on a limb for photography, and photoshop dependency hinders that. I would like you to believe that my screen name is something deep and existential. A reference to the decay of human soul and capacity in the dawn of machines, technology and the internet. A reminder of how every minute we live is a minute we die, a grand exchange. But that would be pretentious, because my screen name is nothing of the sort. Flickr makes me happy and sad at the same time. It connects me to people and alienates me horribly, that's why I'm not going through with a 365 project and why i'm not here too often anymore. I don't show my face in any photos, except for one taken from a strange angle where I'm barely recognizabe. It's not a self esteem issue, worry not, it's for privacy reasons. I might show my face soon, as there are photos I want to experiment with that are difficult sans face. What about privacy? Live dangerously, I say.
I sound somewhat depressed after reading this.haha. Believe me, I'm not. :)
+ colored and 2 outtakes
Wasn't how it started, but ended up looking like this.
Here's to another year of adventures.
Wasn't expecting to see this in Dover this morning!, and this vehicle was parked here for most of the day though I'm not sure why, but hey I'll take it!
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Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
So make the most of me before they delete my acount: www.flickr.com/photos/69558134@N05/?details=1, to stop me complaining!!
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The Bureau of Meteorology had released a Flood Warning for the Hawkesbury/Nepean river system.
Minor flood levels were expected at Penrith last night, and North Richmond early this morning morning.
Due to the unpredictability of the situation, it is unsure when and if Yarramundi Bridge will be submerged.
The Yarramundi Bridge remains open this morning. Water levels have not peaked according to predictions and seems unlikely that Yarramundi Bridge will be affected.
This was taken at sunrise today with the water level still about 1.5M below the bridge...
Wasn't expecting to see this in Rye today, and this vehicle was on Southern Trains Rail Replacement Services from Rye to Ore and Hastings.
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Chuck- Hey, where's Crane?
Two-Face- Busy.
*The meeting took place at Elliot Heights, per Chuck's suggestion. The attendees- three of the four heads of Penguin's new Pact, and each of their lieutenants, arrived later then Brown expected, with none of them the wiser regarding the whereabouts of Deacon Blackfire. The last to arrive, Black Mask and his allies knocked on the door with an air of impatience*
Sionis- The elevator's busted.
Chuck- We know.
*Sionis grumbles, but sits down, waiting for Chuck to start talking*
Freeze- So. Talk. You said you had information.
Chuck- Yes, um, first of all I'm glad you all came. But before we start, do we know where Blackfire-
Two-Face- Get on with it.
Chuck- Right. We've identified the sniper. It was Black Spider.
*The assembly is silent. Then Roman groans*
Sionis- Oh, of course it is... What's the bastard even doing in Arkham?
Two-Face- It's not rocket science Sionis. He's probably a prisoner like the rest of us.
Sionis- No, I don't buy it. Didn't he get a pardon for that Society crap?
*Li, who has been staring at the uncharacteristically quiet Penguin, leans over and mutters to Sionis, gesturing at Firebug*
Li- Yes sir, he did. But, so did Mr Rigger. Clearly, the government cares little about their promises.
Sionis- Yeah. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised...
Freeze- Answer this, Kite-Man isn't it?
Chuck- Just call me Chuck...
Freeze- How on earth did you find this information?
Chuck- Ah, well this is Mitch.
*At this, Mayo, still wearing the bloodied vest from last night, and far from looking his best, stands in front of this audience of hardened killers and gangsters, and they can barely contain their laughter*
Sionis- Is this a joke?
*It didn't take long. Despite their initial... "apprehension," they all listened to Mayo's story in full. When he was done, they set out in search of Needham. Dent went to the old GCPD building, in search of Needham's arrest reports, anything that would give them any insight to his whereabouts. Sionis returned to his factory, alerting his men of the news. Cobblepot sent his assistant, Lark, away, as he talked with Zebra Man as they made their way back to the Iceberg Lounge*
Zebra- So. What are you going to do? Kill them?
*Cobblepot sighed, handing him his top hat, Zebra peers inside, and takes out a note taped inside*
Penguin- Nothing so brash. You've spent far too much time with Kobra... They'll start hunting soon enough, and they'll want you with them, for the extra manpower of course. When they find him, however long that takes, you will do whatever you can to stop him talking.
That note, is all I have on him, his family, friends, past relationships and pain. Use it, and eliminate him. You'll be the hero.
Zebra- All that talk of loyalty.
Penguin- I meant it all. Do you understand how hard I've worked to keep this hellhole together? If the Monarch had to die, so be it. If Needham must join him, very well. You of all people should understand that...
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*Philip lost his hands, his sight, to this man. Mr Camera. His time in Blackgate, away from photos had driven the man mad, or maybe it was Meister's voice in his ear. No matter the reason, Harry Simms severed Ten's hand over a single photograph. Now Reardon relied on mechanical limbs to hold the very gun in his hand he was pointing at his head. The same gun Blackfire offered him. "Was it even Simms?" he wondered. Without his sight, he couldn't know for sure that it *wasn't* some other captive of Blackfire, an innocent man who's life now rested in his hands. All he knew was that there was something dark creeping around inside his body, a voice telling him that the vengeance he craved was finally here. All he had to do, was pull the trigger. The worst part? He didn't know if it was Blackfire's toxins, or his own anger*
Blackfire- Christ died for *our* sins, but what of theirs? Those who commit atrocities far worse than God can forgive? That is our duty my children! Our time is now. We will slay first these common mongrels, then we will make our way to the top. Divine justice comes to all!
Simms- I didn't do anything!
Blackfire- Enough! Harold Simms, you threaten and extort innocents, you collect incriminating evidence that you lust over like a man possessed. No more!
*They cheered. They all cheered for Blackfire. Yet, while Philip was coerced by drugs, these people needed only the spoken word to jeer at Simms*
Ten- Then... it's true, you've been using the tunnels to hunt people down. Kill them.
...
Blackfire- My boy, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.
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*Cobblepot returned to the Iceberg Lounge three hours ago, just thinking in his office. Eventually, he left his sanctuary and sat down at the bar. With a flick of his wrist, the two people previously sitting there, got up and left*
Penguin- Long day Leonard?
Len- It is what it is. Those two tried to trade their socks for some beer. Socks I tell you.
Penguin- Ah, well, it can't be helped.
Len- Well what are they meant to tip? Their knickers?
*Penguin laughed in a manner not dissimilar to his namesake, producing a noise that sounded something like a "Waugh." Behind them, Magpie tapped on the microphone, on top of the stage*
Magpie- I'd like to sing a song. Perhaps you know it.
*Len muttered something under his breath that unfortunately, David Wist, Magpie's husband, happened to hear*
Len- Urgh, Moon River. It's always Moon River.
Wist- Hey, she sings it very well!
Penguin- Oh it's lovely, David, absolutely lovely, but you have to understand it gets repetitive.
Wist- Of course Mr Cobblepot, I didn't mean, I-
Len- I'm just asking, why's it always Moon River...
*Roman takes another seat up at the bar beside Oswald*
Penguin- Roman! My friend!
Sionis- If, when we get out, and I hear that song, that damn song, on the radio... Someone's dying. I hate it.
Wist- Look, the moon is really shiny. She likes it
*And with that, Wist brushes past Li, offering a comforting smile to Mags as he heads off towards the stage*
Sionis- You. I'll have a Vodka Martini, Li here will have a, rum and coke was it?
Li- Just the Cola please. I don't drink.
Sionis- Throw in the rum anyway. I might drink it. We've got him.
Oswald- You can't have found him already surely?
Len- What's this?
*Sionis glances at Len and back at Oswald*
Sionis- Is he good?
Oswald- Certainly.
Sionis- The guy that shot this place up, your pal identified him as Black Spider.
Len- Shit...
Sionis- Exactly. Dent went to get some files from the GCPD database, the computers there are still connected to the server. Don't know what he found, but he said best bet, he's at the cemetery. Got Freeze, Zsasz and your guy down there already.
Oswald- Then, it's just a matter of waiting.
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*The Gotham Cemetery is sprawling. One of the biggest controversies behind Arkham, was separating loved ones from those buried there. Of course, with Strange's connections, it didn't take the government long to overrule the City Council. With all of Gotham's tragedies- the breakouts, the earthquake, the crises, the Signal Man incident and the City of Fear, there's no bigger graveyard in the entire state. It's a labyrinth of headstones and crypts. It takes a lot of manpower to cover the area. The glow from Freeze's goggles, are about the only thing lighting up the area*
Freeze- Spread out. Firebug, take the east. Zsasz, cover the west. I will search the South Quadrant, leaving you, Zebra Man, with-
Zebra- The North. Da.
*Rigger lit a match so he could see. Doing so caused a flock of birds to burst out from the nearest crypt. He cursed himself as he sucked the blood from his scratch marks. Owls. Zsasz wandered around the headstones, and grinned. So many bodies... So many put there because of him. And Freeze saw the graves of those husbands and wives buried together, and his blood boiled. He would find his Nora. It was Zsasz that found him first, a bouquet in his hand. He fired a shot, startling Needham*
Zsasz- I prefer the knife Mr Needham. More personal... Guns end it quickly, and, I don't want to end this quickly after all... you know the blade too, don't you?
*He fired again, but this time Needham was quick, and he disappeared into the trees*
Zsasz- Two-Face was right. He's here.
*Freeze was the next to see him, a blast of ice firing from his gun*
Freeze- I made a promise to my wife Needham. I don't break my promises, not to her.
*The ice stream follows Spider all the way into Rigger's quarter*
Rigger- You don't have to do this Spider. You can come quietly.
Needham- I go and I'm as good as dead.
*He shoots at him, knocking Rigger off balance, and then- Blam! The shot sends him down the hill. Landing with a thud, Zebra Man follows him*
Needham- I know your kind... I know you won't stop but *Urgh* My girlfriend and my son were buried in two unmarked graves here. Her family didn't want me visiting them, her brother especially, blamed me for what happened. They overdosed you see... But I knew the truth. It was the drug business that got them killed, and I wasn't gonna rest until every last one of them was gone. When I was sent to kill Sionis... Couldn't wait. *Cough* I didn't want Penguin's money, you hear me? What's the use in this place? Nah. I just wanted to know where my family was buried. I just wanted to lay some flowers on my kid's grave.
*Pinned against a gravestone, Needham coughs up blood, placing a hand over his wound. He ought to be dead. He can't move. *
Needham- So... Go ahead. Do it. But you take these, and you put them there.
Zebra- Your family were junkies. Weak. They deserve nothing. Neither do you.
*And yet, just behind him, Zebra hears the quiet chink of a piece of metal, and as he turns back-
Blam. Blam. Two bullets to the head bring Zebra Man's life to an end. A hand grabs Needham and carries him up to the waiting group- Freeze, Zsasz and Rigger*