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Foolish arrogance led me astray. But I learned my lessons. I'll be back, stronger and smarter than ever.

So, come and take a walk along with a friend in the dark, because is better than walking alone in the light.

 

Taken from the cool return of MCM Comic Con at Birmingham NEC.

 

Just thanks for your faves from you only here, my cool flickr friends !!!

 

I'm usually tucked up in bed by 9pm, but had been reading about NEOWISE, and how it wouldn't be seen for another 6800 years. I can't wait that long. So impatient 😆 Brilliant experience.

 

I'm knackered now. Can I go back to bed?

 

Poznan, Poland

 

Early day wandering through the empty streets. Never seen it this empty, but it is -18c out, apparently I am the lone fool. But, the sunlight streaming through was gorgeous...not warm, but was pleasant to see.

They knew I was coming...

"..is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines... To be great is to be misunderstood." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

en.wikisource.org/wiki/Essays:_First_Series

When that I was and a little tiny boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

But when I came to man’s estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

With toss-pots still had drunken heads,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

A great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

But that’s all one, our play is done,

And we’ll strive to please you every day.

 

Shakespeare

Red Bridge.

Dark Water.

Foolish thoughts

Imakoyasan Ryugeji

今高野山龍華寺

Mihara Hiroshima

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Original image of a jet engine taken during a Meetup with the Cincinnati Camera & Photography Club held at E-Town Landfill & Recycling's yard in North Bend, Ohio and later mirrored. No Ai was involved.

 

Foolishness abounds, but it's still fun.

1950 Buick Roadmaster Sedan

 

"Roadmaster" -- what a wonderful name for a car! It had emerged during 1936 and would last until it was foolishly removed for 1959. It was the perfect term for the top of the Buick line, a car bordering on Cadillac price territory, preferred transport for the up-and-coming professional -- the doctor, the lawyer, and anybody else who could not quite afford a Caddy.

 

Buick catered to this clientele with flashy styling-far and away the flashiest of the GM divisions-plus luxury and a host of novel design ideas: the famous pop-art grille, the gun-sight hood ornament, the hardtop convertible, the sweepspear, and the porthole. The latter three all arrived in 1949, when Buick sales correspondingly increased by 50 percent, and then doubled in 1950. In that long-lost halcyon era, this was the kind of car America wanted --and bought.

 

At a time when the annual model change was an act of faith, Buick chief designer Ned Nickles responded in the ordained manner by adding chrome, and the early-Fifties Buicks were not as purely beautiful as Ned's '49, the first all-new postwar design. The buck-tooth grille extended down over the bumper in 1950, but this was too strange even for Buickfolk (but much coveted today), and promptly receded in 1951.

 

Like most other cars of 1950, 1951, and 1952, these Roadmasters were built: hoods clang down like manhole covers, doors shut with a solid clunk on bank vault-like hinges, radios wrap you in that kind of "fat" sound you just don't get from transistors. Maybe it was clumsily executed, but it is this kind of sheer integrity that makes cars like the Roadmaster appeal to people today.

It's foolish to try and control something you can not. Yet some try over and again, failing miserably along the way, the anger simmering until everything boils over into a big hot mess. Pretty this is not.

 

Somewhere in Philadelphia.

I foolishly opted to catch the train at Heaton T&RSMD on the turnaround…. unfortunately the low sun was right on the nose, so more for the record shots than anything too creative. D345 is caught after arrival with 1Z40, the 07:01hrs from Burton on Trent to Newcastle, before working 1Z42 back to Burton later on. The driver today, Mick ‘route map’ Rawling - a cracking fella and railwayman, and many of us have benefitted from the superb route maps produced by Mick.

= foolish photographer

Little Eternity was having a lot of fun playing with Mr. Sushi win one of the many School guardians had came to her and told her that she needed to see teach Shinku right away and that she could ride on the Angels Back.

 

Now with one Child saved from the darkness that roamed unchecked known as Boys the world could now focus on the others... But would the find them all in time or might they lose a few little ones before they can save them all.

 

Find out more Next Week. Till than Little Eternity sends you lots of Hugs ^_^

Primrose (Primula vulgaris)

It's not the end of February and nature struts it's glory!

A classic shot of Fortitude, one of the New York Public Library Lions

I shot this about 5 minutes before the park was closing one night. A CM was nice enough to let me in the Fast Pass line to take it. This area is set up so nice for the perfect picture. All you have to do is set up your tripod and go for it. I hope you enjoy.

More foolishness with Picnik.

 

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