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My 'Firefighter' hybrid tea-rose has arrived!
'Firefighter' is so very special. It was named 'Firefighter' to honour the Firefighters who lost their lives on 11th September, 2001.
I was waiting for it to bloom more than any other flower, or rose, here at Cherrybrook, in Sydney, in 2020.
When I look at this rose, with its fire-engine red colour, I will reflect upon the vision that I have in my mind, even after so many years, of seeing those brave firefighters going into those twin towers - to their doom. Just devastating.
‘Firefighter’ was bred by Joseph Orard, in France, in 1998 and was introduced into the United States by Edmund’s Roses in 2005 as “Firefighter” and into Australia by Swane’s Nurseries in 2009.
My 'Firefighter' unfurled today, Thursday 15th October, 2020.
I photographed 'Firefighter' in the late afternoon after a thunderstorm swept across the Hills District of Sydney. Quite symbolic I thought.
This is a brand new rose for me - it is very similar in colour, texture and fragrance to 'Mister Lincoln' (my favourite all time rose). This is the first 'Firefighter' for Spring, 2020. It is especially fragrant and is a rich dark red rose, although it is tagged as 'fire-engine red" by the growers.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV, with the Canon f 2.8. L 100mm lens
Blue flashing lights & the rest...
Dublin Fire Brigade, 141 D 16061, a Scania P320 WrL (water tender ladder) on another callout.
Call sign: Delta November 21 Alpha 1
Tara Street Fire Station
Built by: HPMP Fire
Theme: "In the MIrror" for the Macro Mondays group
This was a small 8 ounce souvenir coke bottle that I was given a while back ago as I exited the World of Coca-cola attraction in Atlanta, Georgia. I finally found a use for it. I cleaned up a small facial mirror and put the coke bottle on top for this macro photograph.
Mystery Monday... I really enjoyed all the answers to the last post on FB when I asked what you thought it might be. Thank you for all the entertainment. While some abstracted views aren't too difficult to tell what the larger subject is if you pause to think about it, others are not. The last one was an example of the subject turning out to be nothing close to the answers everyone guessed. Well, except for one person who was there with me, and he didn't give it away.
This got me interested to start a blog post on my website that I will update going forward when I have a #MysteryMonday photo to share. When I share a new one I will then update the post from the last photo shared, noting what it is. I won't do it every week but try to do it when it works.
www.adrianklein.com/gallery/mysterymonday/
"Burning" - Here is the new one for this week. Any thoughts on what this might be?
I hope you all have a great week!
About three months ago, my sister discovered this beautiful 1955 Dodge Jobline pick-up truck in a local Charleston newspaper. Knowing how much I'd always dreamed of owning a 1950's red pick-up, she rang to tell me about the listing and I located it online. We talked about how beautiful it was and of all the things we'd love to do with the truck, but the price was simply too high and over time, we soon forgot about her.
Then, about two weeks ago, our Granny passed away and I found myself back in S.C. for her burial. One day shortly after, with emotions still at an all-time high, my sister and I decided we would go kayaking where our Granny and Grandpa were born and raised. It would've been a great trip, except none of the weather forecasters had predicted the severe thunderstorms that ensued and we quickly found ourselves in need of alternative plans. What better to do than shop, right?
With our trip canceled, we found ourselves riding around Mt. Pleasant with a ridiculously large two-person kayak on our roof and "nothing" to do. I mentioned thinking it would be nice to go back and check out this 1960's “Endless Summer” type canary yellow station wagon we’d passed the day before, so we headed to the garage where it was parked. After perusing a wide array of vintage vehicles, we made out way to the garage and struck up a conversation with the mechanics. We inquired about some of the vintage vehicles and mentioned we’d found a red 1950’s red pick-up a few months back and asked if they’d ever seen one. They mentioned knowing of both a black and a white 1950's truck, but no red one. As the conversation neared the ½ hour mark, one of the mechanics remembered he’d seen a red 1950’s pick-up parked at a law firm not far from the shop. As soon as he said this I thought (and my sister claims I said out loud), “That’s it!”.
After getting a few other places / people’s names who might know where to find a 1950’s pick-up, we took our chances and headed to see the truck the mechanic had mentioned seeing "a while back". We had nothing to lose by looking. As soon as we saw the vehicle and drove around the back-end, I knew it was the same one my sister had found three months prior. On the driver’s door window hung a sign advertising a slashed price and a phone number. After taking some photos and checking out the vehicle, my sister rang the listed number. We’d both just assumed the truck belonged to a man, so when a woman answered, she was surprised. After speaking for a few minutes, it became clear the voice at the other end was not going to “hand the phone over” (to a man). So, my sister asked, "Are you the owner?", to which the woman replied, "Yes!".
Needless to say, I think we were all a little surprised. The owner - Christine - explained she'd moved to Charleston from NYC to get into the bakery business and had bought the truck to "pick up men" – yes, that’s why she’d gotten it. At this juncture, my sister looked like she'd seen a ghost. There were several reasons for this "ook". One being, she’d been born in NY and two, her sister (that'd be me) currently lives there. Thirdly, she'd been trying to figure out how to transition out of a career in radio and was thinking of starting a baking business! I'm not kidding. When she asked Christine if owning the truck had indeed helped her meet any men, she said it hadn't, but that the truck had been rented quite a few times for photo shoots and commercials. Gears in our heads quickly began turning. And Christine was so happy that women were calling about the truck because she specifically wanted to sell the truck to a female. She told us to go into the offices and get the keys to go for a spin.
She’d also mentioned the mechanic who’d worked on the truck was close by and told us where to find his garage. After going in and speaking with a lovely woman who had some problem locating the keys, we went back outside to wait. After a few minutes, the keys arrived and the girl mentioned if we could wait, that the mechanic who’d worked on the vehicle would be coming by to pick both she and her Mum in a few minutes. Huh? Why?!? Because the mechanic was her father! When we heard this, it was like a bolt of lightening had struck. How was it possible the mechanic we’d just been told about and whom we were going to go visit would be coming to us? Things were just getting too weird, so, of course, we waited. It seemed kizmit was taking over at this juncture.
It had been a while since I’d driven a standard, though it’s been my main transmission for the majority of my driving years, so I wasn’t too worried. And, my sister had learned how to drive a standard shift on a tractor on someone’s farm, so between the two of us, we thought we’d be okay. Not long after, the mechanic arrived. If seemed the truck hadn’t been started in a while, so he had to jump-start her and we all piled in. He took us to a nearby car park and we drove around back to an empty area. My sister decided to go first and we all had a really good laugh. Next, it was my turn and after the mechanic properly explained the H-gear pattern, I did an so-so job with the ½ ton, no power steering, no power breaks slant V6 badass – though this isn’t to say it wasn’t nerve-racking as hell! Not only was she extremely difficult to maneuver, but somehow driving her made one’s hands completely black and at some point, we’d all touched our faces and had black marks all over ourselves and our clothing. We looked like Al Jolsen in his black-face – except, in reverse!
After returning to the law firm, we said we’d be back in a few days. We spent a day trying to figure out how we could make getting this truck happen and returned to take (what we’d already named) “Big Red” to a few mechanics shops and restoration experts the following day. Before getting out on crowded main roads, we decided to get some more practice driving the truck and so, after some quick cleaning of the windows and interior, we headed back to that nearby car park.
It’s a good thing my sister had learned to drive on a tractor, because on this particular 97degree afternoon, “Big Red” was akin to driving around in a 1/2 ton tractor. Driving Red was roughly the equivalent to taking part in a triathlon in 105 degree temperatures. Because she’s so hard to drive, on one occasion, I had to grab the giant wheel and help my sister make a turn! Yes, it took two of us and we’re both over 5”10, with plenty of muscle. Oh how I was beginning to appreciate power steering!
Jerking in-and-out-of all three gears, my sister finally stalled Big Red for a second time - sending us to a halting stop. Sweating and dirty, she screamed out in frustration, “Oh my God, I can't do this! We’re crazy! This is never going to work!”. Searching for the inspirational words an older sibling is supposed to have at the ready, I turned my head and spotted this white big rig parked just beside us and nearly fainted. For, it was a Cardinal line truck with no more than two cardinal emblems – one on the cab and one on the trailer - emblazoned upon it.
You see, our Grandfather, who had died when we were very small was a country boy (related to Swamp Fox - yeah!) and his favorite bird was the cardinal. We know anytime one crosses our paths, to pay close attention. Gasping, I directed her attention right toward the “cardinal spotting” and we both nearly lost it. Tears welled up in both our eyes. My sister then took a deep breath and said, “Did you see the pair of cardinals fly past us as we drove back here?”. I hadn't and said so, but quickly grabbed my camera to capture the rig carrying the cardinal message from our Gran.
While neither said so, in that moment, I think we both knew we'd buy the 1955 Dodge- even before we took her to get checked out. Can't go against the elders, right? We offered nearly half the original price and Christine accepted. So, if for any reason, you’re in need of a classic 1955 Dodge pick up truck in fire engine red, you know who to contact!
Photographer: A. Golden, eyewash design - Charleston, S.C., July, 2008
About three months ago, my sister discovered this beautiful 1955 Dodge Jobline pick-up truck in a local Charleston newspaper. Knowing how much I'd always dreamed of owning a 1950's red pick-up, she rang to tell me about the listing and I located it online. We talked about how beautiful it was and of all the things we'd love to do with the truck, but the price was simply too high and over time, we soon forgot about her.
Then, about two weeks ago, our Granny passed away and I found myself back in S.C. for her burial. One day shortly after, with emotions still at an all-time high, my sister and I decided we would go kayaking where our Granny and Grandpa were born and raised. It would've been a great trip, except none of the weather forecasters had predicted the severe thunderstorms that ensued and we quickly found ourselves in need of alternative plans. What better to do than shop, right?
With our trip canceled, we found ourselves riding around Mt. Pleasant with a ridiculously large two-person kayak on our roof and "nothing" to do. I mentioned thinking it would be nice to go back and check out this 1960's “Endless Summer” type canary yellow station wagon we’d passed the day before, so we headed to the garage where it was parked. After perusing a wide array of vintage vehicles, we made out way to the garage and struck up a conversation with the mechanics. We inquired about some of the vintage vehicles and mentioned we’d found a red 1950’s red pick-up a few months back and asked if they’d ever seen one. They mentioned knowing of both a black and a white 1950's truck, but no red one. As the conversation neared the ½ hour mark, one of the mechanics remembered he’d seen a red 1950’s pick-up parked at a law firm not far from the shop. As soon as he said this I thought (and my sister claims I said out loud), “That’s it!”.
After getting a few other places / people’s names who might know where to find a 1950’s pick-up, we took our chances and headed to see the truck the mechanic had mentioned seeing "a while back". We had nothing to lose by looking. As soon as we saw the vehicle and drove around the back-end, I knew it was the same one my sister had found three months prior. On the driver’s door window hung a sign advertising a slashed price and a phone number. After taking some photos and checking out the vehicle, my sister rang the listed number. We’d both just assumed the truck belonged to a man, so when a woman answered, she was surprised. After speaking for a few minutes, it became clear the voice at the other end was not going to “hand the phone over” (to a man). So, my sister asked, "Are you the owner?", to which the woman replied, "Yes!".
Needless to say, I think we were all a little surprised. The owner - Christine - explained she'd moved to Charleston from NYC to get into the bakery business and had bought the truck to "pick up men" – yes, that’s why she’d gotten it. At this juncture, my sister looked like she'd seen a ghost. There were several reasons for this "ook". One being, she’d been born in NY and two, her sister (that'd be me) currently lives there. Thirdly, she'd been trying to figure out how to transition out of a career in radio and was thinking of starting a baking business! I'm not kidding. When she asked Christine if owning the truck had indeed helped her meet any men, she said it hadn't, but that the truck had been rented quite a few times for photo shoots and commercials. Gears in our heads quickly began turning. And Christine was so happy that women were calling about the truck because she specifically wanted to sell the truck to a female. She told us to go into the offices and get the keys to go for a spin.
She’d also mentioned the mechanic who’d worked on the truck was close by and told us where to find his garage. After going in and speaking with a lovely woman who had some problem locating the keys, we went back outside to wait. After a few minutes, the keys arrived and the girl mentioned if we could wait, that the mechanic who’d worked on the vehicle would be coming by to pick both she and her Mum in a few minutes. Huh? Why?!? Because the mechanic was her father! When we heard this, it was like a bolt of lightening had struck. How was it possible the mechanic we’d just been told about and whom we were going to go visit would be coming to us? Things were just getting too weird, so, of course, we waited. It seemed kizmit was taking over at this juncture.
It had been a while since I’d driven a standard, though it’s been my main transmission for the majority of my driving years, so I wasn’t too worried. And, my sister had learned how to drive a standard shift on a tractor on someone’s farm, so between the two of us, we thought we’d be okay. Not long after, the mechanic arrived. If seemed the truck hadn’t been started in a while, so he had to jump-start her and we all piled in. He took us to a nearby car park and we drove around back to an empty area. My sister decided to go first and we all had a really good laugh. Next, it was my turn and after the mechanic properly explained the H-gear pattern, I did an so-so job with the ½ ton, no power steering, no power breaks slant V6 badass – though this isn’t to say it wasn’t nerve-racking as hell! Not only was she extremely difficult to maneuver, but somehow driving her made one’s hands completely black and at some point, we’d all touched our faces and had black marks all over ourselves and our clothing. We looked like Al Jolsen in his black-face – except, in reverse!
After returning to the law firm, we said we’d be back in a few days. We spent a day trying to figure out how we could make getting this truck happen and returned to take (what we’d already named) “Big Red” to a few mechanics shops and restoration experts the following day. Before getting out on crowded main roads, we decided to get some more practice driving the truck and so, after some quick cleaning of the windows and interior, we headed back to that nearby car park.
It’s a good thing my sister had learned to drive on a tractor, because on this particular 97degree afternoon, “Big Red” was akin to driving around in a 1/2 ton tractor. Driving Red was roughly the equivalent to taking part in a triathlon in 105 degree temperatures. Because she’s so hard to drive, on one occasion, I had to grab the giant wheel and help my sister make a turn! Yes, it took two of us and we’re both over 5”10, with plenty of muscle. Oh how I was beginning to appreciate power steering!
Jerking in-and-out-of all three gears, my sister finally stalled Big Red for a second time - sending us to a halting stop. Sweating and dirty, she screamed out in frustration, “Oh my God, I can't do this! We’re crazy! This is never going to work!”. Searching for the inspirational words an older sibling is supposed to have at the ready, I turned my head and spotted this white big rig parked just beside us and nearly fainted. For, it was a Cardinal line truck with no more than two cardinal emblems – one on the cab and one on the trailer - emblazoned upon it.
You see, our Grandfather, who had died when we were very small was a country boy (related to Swamp Fox - yeah!) and his favorite bird was the cardinal. We know anytime one crosses our paths, to pay close attention. Gasping, I directed her attention right toward the “cardinal spotting” and we both nearly lost it. Tears welled up in both our eyes. My sister then took a deep breath and said, “Did you see the pair of cardinals fly past us as we drove back here?”. I hadn't and said so, but quickly grabbed my camera to capture the rig carrying the cardinal message from our Gran.
While neither said so, in that moment, I think we both knew we'd buy the 1955 Dodge- even before we took her to get checked out. Can't go against the elders, right? We offered nearly half the original price and Christine accepted. So, if for any reason, you’re in need of a classic 1955 Dodge pick up truck in fire engine red, you know who to contact!
Photographer: A. Golden, eyewash design - Charleston, S.C., July, 2008
"..call 911 my mind vibrated
out of the bedroom window onto the fire escape
windows seemed barred
the other side of the street was welcoming,
I thought,
as a smoky darkness enveloped the room..."
Fire Facts
Fire is DARK!
Fire starts bright, but quickly produces black smoke and complete darkness.
Childhood memories of Thunderbirds,
5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - Thunderbirds are GO!
Not usually seen on the city streets, based at Dublin Airport.
Rosenbauer Panther 6x6 HRET RIFT
( high reach extendable turret )
212-D-25026
Dublin Airport
Rescue 3
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Nikon F-801s
Soligor C/D Zoom+Macro 28mm-55mm ƒ3.3
Kodak Ektachrome 100D_5285 Cine film [exp. 2008]
Flic Film C-41
2-panel stitch
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The Rosenbauer PANTHER airport fire engine on a drill at Boryspil Kyiv Airport, Ukraine in 2019.
Thoughts & prayers sent to everyone in Ukraine at this very difficult time as your country is being invaded by Russia.
Shame on you Russia - shame, evil & murder of the innocent.
#SlavaUkraini
Save #Ukraine #StopWar #StopRussia
Let's #standwithukraine
Mr. C. just wants to show off his colour (and band) and wish you all a Happy Bagged and Tagged Feathery Friday!
Prints on sale at Fine Art America:
fineartamerica.com/featured/a-window-of-opportunity-gate-...
One stage before, countless souls have taken these now empty seats. As the window turns its empty eye to the world and erect the guardian slayer stands, with brandished sword, so the rooftops of vanished worlds and forgotten paradigms shines, abandoned, in the light of the late afternoon Sun.
There's a red couch with blue curtains, at the Brussels film museum. In this realm of projected silhouettes, it seems appropriate to imagine the silhouette of the dragon slayer, suspended in mid-air, against a backdrop of surreal rooftops, trees and chimneys. There are faint whispers of a light, burning in a fireplace. Somehow. Someday. Somewhere.
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Today I had luncheon with a friend at Caffé E Torta on the corner of the Royal Arcade and Little Collins Street. We sat at the bar stools in the window so we could watch the passers by. Much was my delight to see the Caffé E Torta red Vespa parked on Little Collins Street. Luckily, I wasn't going to ride it, so a glass of Prosecco seemed too good to refuse over luncheon today.
"Cheers!"
Caffé E Torta is a Melbourne stalwart on the Little Collins Street entry to the Royal Arcade. With wicker chairs and marble topped tables, wooden paneling and a small, but delicious, menu of classic and hearty Italian food cooked on the premises, it is like a little piece of Europe, right in the middle of the Melbourne Central Business District.
Dedicated to Lisa (red stilletto).
I took this Photo with my Canon 40D Digital SLR Camera in the Ridgemoor Subdivision of the Unincorporated Area, commonly called East Lake because it is located on the East Side of Lake Tarpon. The photo illustrates one of the East Lake Fire Chief's SUV.
There are three Fire Houses within the East Lake Area and the area is called (Unincorporated) Palm Harbor by the US Postal Service.
Downtown Palm Harbor, where the Post Office is located, is on the West Side of Lake Tarpon, several Miles West of East Lake, which is on the East Side of Lake Tarpon..
As a child, my favourite board game was Monopoly. I think I loved it because it listed so many of the places that I knew around London. I also loved all the bright colours for the properties, and the pink Community Chest cards with their funny Art Deco cartoons on it. I know that my maternal Grandmother and I would always try and buy Park Lane and Mayfair and my maternal Grandfather liked Pall Mall, Whitehall and the Angel Islington, the latter because he lived in the Islington before the Second World War. I certainly never saw it in the way that adults do as you try and monopolise the London property Market and become the landlord king or queen! The set I played on was pre-war Waddington’s 1936 set, and I remember the Bakelite tokens we played with. Unlike the set produced today Old Kent Road and Whitechapel Road were violet rather than brown, and Pall Mall, Whitehall and Northumberland Avenue were purple rather than pink. You will notice that I have replicated the violet colour of Old Kent Road and Whitechapel Road on my board.
Sadly, my uncle took our Monopoly set at some stage and lost it, so this photo is my recreation using some of my miniatures collection, including a Heidi Ott top hat as a token, an the 1:12 miniature red stilettos that I recently acquired from England. It appears that they have landed on my favourite: Mayfair where there is a very grand Bendigo Pottery hotel. Time to pay your rent please!
This year the FFF+ Group have decided to have a weekly challenge called “Snap Happy”. A different theme chosen by a member of the group each week, and the image is to be posted on the Monday of the week.
This week the theme, “games” was chosen by David, DaveSPN.
The locations on the standard British version of the board game Monopoly are set in London and were selected in 1935 by Victor Watson, managing director of John Waddington Limited. Victor became interested in the board game after his son Norman had tried the Parker Brothers original US version and recommended the company produce a board for the domestic market. He took his secretary Marjory Phillips on a day-trip from the head offices in Leeds to London and the pair looked for suitable locations to use. The London version of the game was successful, and in 1936 it was exported to Continental Europe, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa, becoming the de facto standard board in the British Commonwealth.
A young red-haired lady posing with a fire-engine red Mercedes in a suburban street. She is wearing a petrol-coloured dress with a white pocket square and matching pumps.
When collecting vintage photographs, I usually limit myself roughly to the period 1925 to 1975. I'm making an exception with this lovely shot, which was probably taken in the early to mid-1980s, some years after the W 116 S-Class had gone out of production.
Country of origin: USA
""Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red---
Red is the giant-est
Color of all.
Red is a show-off
No doubt about it--
But can you imagine
Living without it?"
Mary O'Neill
Linda Hartong Photography. ©All Rights Reserved. 2008 Do not use, copy or edit any of my photographs without written permission.
Keeping the inner fire burning during a Norwegian Winter.
Come see me at : www.Chanyungco.com / Breaking The Ice / Good Press Gallery / Fistful Of Books & follow me @elchanyungco on instagram ❤︎
Former Elkins Engine 2 parked outside the Witter-Aurora Volunteer Fire Department. International produced a fire truck chassis in the 1960s that was used by manufacturers such as Oren and Howe.
“Red is the ultimate cure for sadness.” ~Bill Blass
I'm still trying to figure out what my self-portrait for today is. This 365 day self portrait study is challenging!
This was inspired by Steve Skinner's fine work which you can see here:
www.flickr.com/photos/steveskinner/6482757013/in/photostream
This is the Los Ranchos Fire Department truck, which was parked adjacent to the Los Poblanos Open Area where all the bird photos came from.
Wow, this is my first photo to show up in explore. Thanks for all the comments everyone!
Summer-sunset afterglow ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
(six more photos in the comments)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everglades
Member of the Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
Hec, you know Sparrow has been wearing this dress since the day she got it over a year ago (has it really been that long?). It's so perfect for her I doubt she will ever take it off.
Love rain boots! I could wear them even on non-rainy days. I was going to purchase a pair, but I end up leaving Ricky's with a new lipstick shade instead.
Not quite what I expected to shoot on the day before Christmas, but the blaring sirens just kept distracting me and multiplying until I realized that this might be a serious situation. What wasn't destroyed by fire in this building was thoroughly saturated with a gazillion gallons gushing.
Prints on sale at Fine Art America:
fineartamerica.com/featured/clouds-in-my-coffee-gate-gust...
This Philippe Deshoulieres china porcelain coffee cup set is no longer produced. It lends itself magnificently to an illustration of the old Carly Simon song "You're so vain [I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee]".
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This little red car was spotted along Wabash Avenue on our recent trip to Chicago, Illinois. I really lucked out with the composition as the other cars near it were parked just far enough to eliminate them from the shot. It was also fortunate that the car was parked in front of a building with interesting grid lines on it.
Polaroid Job Pro camera, Impossible Project PX680 first flush film.
Goldfield, NV