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Nearly 200 sailors expected for the 17th edition of the Coffee Route! In October 2025, the TRANSAT CAFÉ L'OR Le Havre Normandie will take off on 26 October from Le Havre to Martinique, where the finish will be decided for the third time in a row. An unmissable event in ocean racing that skippers in the four open classes have already ticked off their agendas: IMOCA, Ocean Fifty, ULTIM and Class40.
The largest city in Normandy, Le Havre or "LH", for short, is located only 2 hours from Paris. Strong perspectives, modernist decor, dimensions which are both human and aesthetic, Le Havre is a city of water and light which stimulates a strong artistic imagination.
Founded by François I and magnified by Claude Monet, Le Havre is more than ever an inspiring area. After the horrors of the Second World War, the city recovered and rebuilt itself. This represents a renaissance which has earned the city center a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 2005.
For 30 years, Le Havre has been the host city of the longest transatlantic race which now associates its name with it: the TRANSAT CAFÉ L'OR Le Havre Normandie.
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my attempt at street photography - loved the raincoats - just looked better in black and white - scheveningen op 2e pinksterdag
This is my very pregnant, first TFP(CD) shoot! I think it turned out pretty good for my first. I have been invited back after the twins are born to take more, so I guess they like the 300+ pictures I took! Also got two additional paying jobs from it, so YEAH ME!!!
Hongkong expected and prepared for the worst. Megi, however, made a turn to the coast of Fujian and Taiwan Strait instead.
A Russian-made Rebinar 500mm tele lens was used to take the shot.
I'm going to be a Grandma!
My daughter-in-law emailed me a photo of the first sonogram.
A little person is growing and becoming. This is my redition of God's confession over each person and especially over this child who will belong to our family.
Imagen cortesÃa de la NASA, del Observatorio Solar Dynamics, con un mosaico de Venus transitando entre la Tierra y el Sol.
FotografÃa: Reuters
During a walk on Sunday. We walked from Dunkirk to....somewhere a few miles. Got lost in the woods. Only just managed to get out before the sun set and disappeared. We were attempting to walk Dunkirk & Denstroude on this route no.3 www.theblean.co.uk/visiting-the-blean/walking/
but decided to make our own route back. It was very muddy, it was getting darker and we emerged from the woods at Upper Harbledown. The GPS on our phones really let us down, it kept showing us as being almost in central Canterbury so we had to rely on our wits to get out (and the sound of fast moving traffic in the distance, of course. Thus we walked another 2.5 miles back to the car in Dunkirk. Interesting adventure. Reminded me how much I hate walking along paths beside very fast moving traffic on A roads at night. We will do more of The Blean walk, but perhaps in summer with a better map and when there is less mud!
I should add, this was one of the easier parts to walk, not too much mud here, but the worst parts were flooded and waterlogged, how we managed to stay upright I do not know. I think we walked 9 miles instead of the expected 4.5miles the walk suggested!
What to expect? We had no idea when we booked our trip to Myanmar. But, what we were met by was a country full of warmth, incredible people, easy transit, and endless beauty.
These photos highlight my visit to Myanmar with my brother and aspire to capture and share some of that beauty with you.
Learn more about my visit at virtualwayfarer.com including a breakdown of my expectations vs. the realities of my visit.
The love between these two expectant parents of twins - who tried to get pregnant for over 5 years - was undeniable.
I expect many collectors in places like North America are well used to seeing huge amounts of Hot Wheels being available in just one store usually via rows of pegs and big, often multiples, large dump bins filled to the brim. Not something we Brits are used to unfortunately but one large Tedi store I visited whilst in Spain had such a sight right at the front entrance. It took a lot of undignified rummaging but I was able to find all of 2024 Case N I wanted and in my haste I also picked up a few duplicates of some older batches by accident.
This big chunky Chevrolet Silverado first appeared in L Batch and though i've never particularly liked its lowered stance and clumsy front end you do get a rather substantial looking casting and in this form a striking blue paint colour.
Mint and boxed.
Acrylic flow painting
All frontier scientists, pioneers, inventors and thinkers have had to think and imagine beyond the borders of the knowledge, fashions, culture and attitudes of their day to explore new horizons and imagine what might be.
Need i say more? We are heading towards completion at the studio. It's taken a bit longer than expected but we gettin' there.
PHOTOGRAPHER'S NOTES
I just setup the strip light, then moved the Octo box forward and to the right so the hotspot hits in-front of me and not on me.
EQUIPMENT USED
CAMERA: Canon 5dMK II
LENS: Canon 70-200mm f2.8 L IS II USM
LIGHTING: 2x Bowens Esprit 250ws lights, Large Strip-box, Very big Octo Box
ACCESSORIES: MiniTT1, FlexTT5, AC3 Zone Controller
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I keep telling people I'm on a self destructive stage. I don't know why I do that. Perhaps I'm expecting someone to step in and help me out of this mire without making me sound like the one who needs psychiatric help. Maybe I say it because I know that I'm in some sort of mental predicament and I want to let people know where I am. Basically a 'here I am falling catch me willya', or at least see where I fell and pick me up.
I exude craziness on a daily level. I still act the child, eat badly and come off as being impossible most of the time. Truth is, I can't help it. Try as I might, I can't help it. I have the adamance of a kid and a tantrum to go along with it. I have always had this. I don't know any other way of expressing needs. I don't know how this came about but it must have been the way I was made since I don't remember being any other way.
Readers of this photoblog know that this is essentially a very depressive account of a life. This account and of the 5 other accounts I have had over the decade or so I have kept gigabyte record. I try though to remain upbeat in some of my postings and this is becoming increasingly hard to do. I hope the pictures at least make that pictorial account colourful and interesting. Some of you who have been following this over the last decade or so have been some of the only people who know what's been happening to me over the years. I have made new friends, lost a few and kept a whole new bank of feelings and impressions garnered from the thousands of pictures posted by my very limited friends list.
Truth be told, this is just about the only way I express myself. And to be honest, I write stuff in here with the assumption that I'm the only one who reads it. It's my diary. It's private. But if something should happen to me, then someone would know. 'What happened to her? What is she doing now? Oh yes, I read it in her online diary ... What? It's in her tags you see ... '
You know what dear moonbeams? I'm alone. And I'm scared. My 40th is looming close. I promised myself I'd end it all if my life didn't meet some hairbrained expectation set so long ago by myself and my folks. I'm not rich. I don't really have a career, I still sleep on someone's floor, I still have that damned teddy ...
Call it conditioning. I can't shake it. That's what 24 years under the cane does to you. I look to potential suitors for help. They don't. They tell me no. They tell me they won't play this game by my rules. This is how it should be done. This is how couples do things. This is how normal people live. Then they hook up with others and play my games.
Fuck you. I gave you a precious small slice of my time. I invested. I hoped. You didn't pull through. At least you could have made an effort. You should have not made me feel as if I was the weird one. You should have not made me feel that a piece of me has been torn out.
I then turn to familarities, Kal, Bruce, Diana, Hal, J'Onn, Carter, Arthur, Oliver, Barry. And yes, Thomas Magnum. Fictional characters who are much more believable that the ones I meet in real life. They replace holes in my chest. Pieces of lost reality being replaced with unreal heroes. Well done. I'm even more delusional than before. Makes it harder for the next timewaster.
And in the meantime, old demons call in to visit. Don't eat this or that. You're fat. You're ugly. Throw up before the body places that biscuit squarely on your thigh. Take these pills, they make you go quicker. What did she say? I'm lazy. That's why I'm fat. Yep. A size 8. Fat. What's that? A lump on my breast? Don't bother. It isn't worth it. Keep it quiet lest they think you're seeking attention. Call mom. Hoping she will make it better. After all, it's MOM! No. You're a failure. Come home.
In the meantime, still rejection e-mails pour in. What? Intersexed? Whats that? No. Not my thing. You'd be surprised how many think I'm a bloke. Well I am. On a genetic level. Try explaining that, the operations, the complications and waiting for the inevitable 'no'. But if you have a workable vagina then I'd fuckya. Heck, he or she would play my games, collar me and tell me what to eat if only I had a nice vagina. And oh, while I'm at it, a different chromosome.
Yes, this is all depressive. It may be. To me it's not. It's what I'm feeling. And yes, I'm scared. I'm alone. The sum of my experience sits in my head unshared. The deadline is closer. Thinking of ways ...
But hey, tomorrow is another day. A promise is made by another that it will be a better day.
Fuck that. It's the sleep tonight I'm looking forward to. A long sleep. A long rest. The mind will be quiet. I may dream. Maybe I'm married in this one. Maybe I have a loving home. Wouldn't it be amazing if I could take picture of what's in my dreams! It would just be like your normal ones ...