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The Metro in Shanghai is quite impressive. I was actually expecting to be crowded, but it was not too bad. We did not travel in the rush-hour. It was busy in the city center and on stations, where 2 or more Metro lines intersect. Shanghai has 18 lines, 381 stations with daily 10-13 million commuters. There is a speed train to the airport which can travel up to 450km/ hour. We were staying on outskirts of Shanghai, but using the Metro turned out to be quite easy. Toronto subway is about 60 year old, and about 59 years behind Shanghai in technology. The first line in Shanghai was build 1995. Since 2010 they are building one line every year. In Toronto we have basically 3 lines and little is being build at the moment.
836. China 29. Shanghai, P1130699, 2019-April 28. Uploaded 2021-Oct-22. Lmx -ZS100.
“A taste of what to expect” when the Scottish autumn is in full splendour in the Trossachs area of Scotland. The trees, like oaks, birches, and rowans will be ablaze with a fiery palette of deep reds, rustic oranges, and brilliant golds. Their branches will be adorned with these colourful leaves which will then reach toward the glassy surface of the loch below, and where the still dark waters of Loch Ard will act as a perfect mirror. A season not to be missed……….
'Always Expect the Unexpected' as the 'Colloquial Saying' goes.
Despite our continued gales and rain this was the scene at 9.00am from the front of my home this morning, when the sun briefly appeared. Quite remarkable!
Very much hope you are all still safe and well. Have a great weekend too!
"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. " - William Arthur Ward
Two days before I took this image, the harbor was full of big chunks of ice floating and packed into the space between the shores. Waves were crashing and the wind was blowing all the ice onto the shore. Then on this day the ice was blown completely out of the harbor and the water was relatively calm. The winds of change can completely create a new mood for the day. Expect the change and then adjust your sails! Have a great weekend.
smokers are already on a smoking roll and cannot be expected to stop abruptly on the stroke of midnight with so much nicotine in the system. Also dieting on New Year's Day isn't a good idea as you can't eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second :-)
Helen Fielding, 1996
Happy January 2, 2021 :-)
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Taken at Mud Bay, Delta, British Columbia, Canada.
After posting shots of most of the other kinds of peeps, I figured that a shot of this particular species would be a reasonable expectation.
Anything else would be 'non sequitur' to say the least.
Least Sandpiper
Thankfully England had Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland and many others in their team in WW2. Unfortunately our men of today despite fame, fortune and WAGs still fall short of what their nation expects.Its always the same. Who can stand the interminable post match analyses?
I wanted a photo that showed the real metal of this great sculpture, gritty and tough: these men saved our country from defeat and ignominy when we needed them to.
I expected to find this species on the heather there ...
Very beautiful area by the way ! I'll go back there again, but be warned, stay on the hiking trail !
Este año más que nunca, espero que llegue el invierno y un nuevo año.
La foto es de enero de este año en el Parque Natural de Cebollera (La Rioja/España), os recomiendo a todos un buen paseo, no os defraudará.
Expected @ Nitroglobus Hall; 'Shadow of a Dream',
the next exhibition by two amazing artists
More info will follow soon
dikke kus
Dido
I’m so lucky to have you! I wasn’t expecting the surprise and I got all emotional
Thank you for being by my side 💖 I can’t wait for what the future holds for us ❤️
For the girls outfit see HERE
Alicia’s pose: [piXit]- Pose Cute Curve F1R
Vik’s pose: STUN- Marina 4 (MOD with BD)
Adam (XI1569)
T-Shirt: .:.: TRIVIUM :.:. V-NECK TEE-KARIO FLEX-OBSIDIAN
Jeans: MOSSU - Chase.Jeans - Super Black kario
Watch:[Z O O M]Skimo Watches
Ring: RAWR!The Vow Ring Kario
Cake: {what next}February Cake -Cheesecake- Group Gift (boxed)
Deco:
Shopping bags:.:Vive Nine:. Luxury Shopping Bag Decor (Group Gift) + Amitie from Shopping Day Pose
Bag: Hive// beach bum. bag only. hold4L
Presents: {what next} + ..::THOR::..
Flowers: The Secret Store - Wild Flowers - Bouquet/Cornflowers (Old Gacha)
Crystal: BAMSE: Spellthief – Crystals
Food: [IK]El Patio Andaluz + ..::THOR::.. Amore Primitivo Wine + (Luc.)Garlic Bread, Spaghetti
Ballons: tarte.+ Hive+ [FOCUS POSES] + Vespertine
Sofa: Black . Sand
Location: Wandering New York
"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."
~ William Arthur War
Not really expecting to find Coastal Black Bears in North Carolina we were surprised when we saw 21 in one morning. Our first morning was thick fog, making viewing anything difficult. So we were thrilled when this one came close enough we could see it through the fog.
In Alligator River National Wildlife Refuge is there is no stopping. You can't stop enjoy the bear and wait for the perfect moment when he turns his head or poses the way you would hope. I understand it is for the bear safety. But, it makes for frustrating moments as one has to use a higher shutter speed and pray you get something sharp as you bump across a dirt road. Still an amazing place and I would go again.
The fountains are turned on at awkward times, like when you least expect it. It's great to walk around watching the bigger fountains except when the smaller one's turn on before your ready.
Sneak peek: 'Sensuality', the new exhibition @ Nitroglobus,
expected very soon.
More info to follow soooon.
Dido
This photo is dedicated to Andrea. I admire and adore her work. Her photography is creative and expressive – always with elements of surprise and provoke the senses. Every night I just wait and hope that she will post a new photo for me to enjoy and get inspired.
She’s a wonderful and gorgeous young lady. I'm so lucky to discover another rising star!
Go check her out!
Lần đầu rửa, film bị hỏng :(
Dù cuộn film đó không phải của mình chụp, nhưng bản thân lại mang cảm giác lo sợ ..
Hi vọng thước film đầu sẽ không có chuyện gì xảy ra
Dù có cũng mong là ít :d
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Good evening, residents.
Today’s forecast across the grid shows scattered roleplay storms in the medieval regions, heavy shopping showers at the latest events, and a strong wave of creativity moving through the artistic sims.
Travel advisory: teleport delays possible during peak hours.
Fashion pressure remains high, and there’s a 90% chance of dramatic entrances after sunset.
This has been your Second Life Weather Network ,where imagination sets the climate.
Now one wouldn't expect Walter P. Chrysler's wife Della to drive to the Club or to the polo match by herself, now would we? Of course not. That's what common people would do even if they were members of the Club, which, obviously, would be impossible. And, for those occasions, why not get chauffeured to your destinations, and do so in the style that you so much deserve and have earned! And when you said "I do" you then moved up to that grand status and position. And, I might add, what better way would it be to do that then in a one-off custom bodied Imperial by LeBaron? (well, maybe in a Bugatti Type 41 Royale, but that changes the story completely!)
And from that day forth, her finely manicured hands never touched a steering wheel again!
And now the rest of the story penned by Angelo Van Bogart:
With Chrysler as her last name — Mrs. Walter P. Chrysler, to be exact — Della Chrysler’s automotive choices weren’t as limited as one might expect.
Certainly, Mrs. Chrysler drove a Chrysler automobile, but in 1937, she chose not to be carried in one of the dizzying number of production sedans and limousines in the Custom Imperial Eight or Royal Six line. Nor did Mrs. Chrysler order one of the semi-custom Derham town cars also carried in the 1937 Chrysler catalog. Instead, Mrs. Chrysler had a one-of-a-kind town car built on a Custom Imperial chassis of an art deco form that rivaled the wildest town cars built on Duesenberg and Rolls-Royce chassis.
The teardrop-shaped town car body on her 1937 Custom Imperial built by coachbuilder LeBaron dripped elegance and was perfectly mated to the new streamlined styling of the 1937 Chrysler line. The bulbous aluminum LeBaron passenger compartment was painted black and mimicked the production Chrysler pontoon front fenders. The period-perfect Chrysler streamlining began at the “ship’s prow” front-end, which was striped with horizontal grille bars and matching chrome speed lines along the hood sides. The horizontal theme was picked up by LeBaron with speed lines behind the rear door at the sail panel and with horizontally ribbed aluminum trim that circled the body from the back of one front fender to the rear of the opposite front fender. The subtle trim piece literally brought the whole car together — production chassis and front-end styling with unique town car coachwork — as it streaked from the front fender, across the running boards and unique rear fender skirts, around the back of the car and all the way to the rear of the opposite front fender.
Inside, this special town car continued the art deco theme, from the production three-spoke steering wheel with ribbed bars and elegant gauges to the unique console built into the division window. Carpet as thick as a mink coat covered the floor, and seats as plush as the softest bed cradled rear seat passengers.
his slice of wheeled heaven wasn’t available to everyone, but was made available to those such as Mrs. Walter P. Chrysler, who could afford the craftsmanship of a hand-built LeBaron body fitted with the utmost of luxury by that Detroit concern. At the time, LeBaron was not yet absorbed by the Chrysler Corp., which later relegated the LeBaron name to a model. Rather, at this time, it was an independent subsidiary of the Briggs Body Co. that built bodies for Packard, Lincoln, Duesenberg and Pierce-Arrow, among others.
Mrs. Chrysler’s 1937 town car was not the first LeBaron-built body for Chrysler family, but it was probably the last. Just five years earlier, LeBaron had built a pair of custom 1932 Imperials for the Walter P. Chrysler family: a unique close-coupled sedan for Walter P. and a speedster for his son, Walter P. Chrysler Jr. Shortly after the 1937 LeBaron town car was built, in May 1938, Walter P. suffered a stroke. In August of that year, Della Chrysler passed away. Walter P. followed her to eternal rest two years later, in 1940.
Sometime after Della Chrysler passed away, her 1937 LeBaron town car passed on to her daughter, Bernice Chrysler Garbisch. Her initials “BCG” were added with cast letters to each rear door. However, neither she or her chauffeur drove the car much and today the odometer has registered just 25,501 miles. Very few of those were added after the car left Garbisch’s garage and went into the collection of Long Island car collector Harry Gilbert in the 1950s.
Whatever the mode – from the snapshot to the decisive moment to multi-media montage – the intent and purpose of photography is to render in visual terms feelings and experiences that often elude the ability of words to describe. In any case, the eyes have it, and the imagination will always soar farther than was expected :-)
Ralph Gibson
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hybrid camellia, 'Rose of Autumn', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
This female northern cardinal and I were both shocked when we woke up this morning and saw what happened overnight. We were expecting to see maybe two inches of snow but the weather forecasters made a mistake and we got 12 inches instead, just when we were beginning to think that spring was right around the corner.
I'll be on vacation and away from Flickr for the next three weeks. Most of that time will be spent looking for some birds I've never seen before, in a place that's nice and warm. Aloha until mid-March😎.
六本木ミッドタウンのイルミネーションへ行ってきまさいた。
さすが六本木、芸術的です。
色と光と音が変化します。
スモークが入ったシャボン玉が乱舞します。
I went to the illuminations of Roppongi Midtown.
As expected, the illuminations of Roppongi are artistic.
The color, light and sound change.
Soap bubbles with smoke are dancing.
Be Safe and don't even think about your dream catch...
There will always be another day.
From my archives with Topaz processing. The weather these days is not too good for landscape photographers like me.
I happened to find the flowers of poppy on my home from father's house. I had never expected to see them so early this year.
We expect a species with the name Western Bluebird will be colourful, and it doesn’t disappoint. This male has the additional highlight of an area of bright chestnut plumage. This individual was seen in the White Lake Grasslands Protected Area near Okanagan Falls in southcentral British Columbia, Canada — a great spot to sight the species.
In a country full of spectacular waterfalls, and despite the obvious drawback in that one can never expect to experience this place alone, Skógafoss has been the one to set my pulses on red alert each time I’ve visited. Ok, so that’s only twice - well three times if you count the very brief pit stop we made here on the long journey east to Stafafell - but the mere sight of it makes for a display of extraordinary power. Not only in terms of the improbable physics that are happening right there in front of you, but also in the hold that it will take on your senses as you stand here at the bottom. Sixty metres tall and twenty-five wide, this is where the highlands end abruptly as that huge curtain of water crosses the divide and plummets down to earth in a resounding crescendo right there in front of you. There are bigger waterfalls in Iceland, but you can’t stand underneath many of them like this. And this one has such pleasing dimensions, that clean and uncomplicated single drop perfectly proportioned and surrounded by clouds of vapour that make you wonder whether you should have brought some shower gel and a bath towel. And a thermos full of piping hot coffee to help with the hypothermia afterwards.
We’d come here after breakfast on our third morning in the area, having agreed that the misty grey conditions would suit the subject well. Ironic that when we’d passed through here a week earlier, there had been a bright rainbow right in front of Skógafoss. There had also been a large number of visitors, taking endless Instaselfies as they tripped from their coaches and raced excitedly towards the action. That day we had to wait for a space in the large car park, such was the popularity of the place. Finding the visitor numbers too distracting, we soon moved on, although perhaps we should have photographed that rainbow and made merry with the clone tool later. At that stage we were getting rather blasé on the subject, having spent the previous day photographing a particularly fine example at Háifoss. But there were no more waterfall rainbows for the rest of the trip, and little did we realise we’d missed our chance.
Arriving in the middle of the morning seemed to have paid off. Although far from empty, the car park was noticeably quieter than last time, and with the aid of that trusty pair of welly boots I was soon paddling about in the shallow river, setting the tripod low to bring that foreground rush of water towards the bottom of the frame. And miraculously in these moments there were chances to get the shot with only minimum numbers of stragglers to contend with. There’s always someone standing as close as they dare to, but I only had to airbrush two spectres from the scene here. Bring your wellies and you can often go to places where others can’t.
Last time we came to Iceland, on that final night before heading back to Reykjavík, I got what became my favourite shot of the trip in the form of “Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators,” where I was that person standing as close to the white wall as I dared to. And now, an hour after this, I took my favourite shot of this second adventure with “The Watchers.” Very possibly my two most loved images of all time in fact - from a personal point of view anyway. I’m starting to wonder whether or not it’s a coincidence the place delivers pictures that make me feel this happy. I’m quite content with this one as well for that matter. While Skógafoss keeps giving me moments like these, I’ll carry on coming back for more.
Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/50702613408/in/album-...
The Watchers: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/52420303660/in/album-...
As expected the charger for my camera made a surprise reappearance on the day after I‘d bought a new one. Anyway, I was able to take photos of my new home again and did a little tour around a bird sanctuary on Sunday where I took this shot. Unfortunately my computer is still in a box, and I can’t geotag my photos on my tablet; but honestly that doesn’t really matter anyway as the Flickr app tells me that supposedly I took all my geotagged photos in Arinacrinachd, Scotland. (I hope I got that right... does anyone know how to pronounce it? Just out of curiosity LOL)