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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
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.
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.
I guess it was foolish of me to think that it was MY place, that I was the only one that knew about it and the only one that went there... but, yeah, I'm foolish. I thought that because it was off the road, where you couldn't see it, that it was safe. I never saw people there, except once, and they were hunters, not interested in my windows and barns. But the past few times I was there, I had suspicions.One time I purposely left something there, it was taken. The last time I was there, the barn door was ripped off, I thought that maybe it was from the storm. But today, I went back to the place that I affectionately refer to as "Goat Farm" for the first time since the big snow storm. I guess there are others that are are hardier than me... and they got there first.... and broke every window in the house, except for one. Not only did they break the glass, they knocked out the wooden panes too. The pretty white window frames, with the rippled glass, and a few cracked panes, where I frequently went to set up my props and where I took some of my favorite photos. I would open the windows for my photos, but always closed them, and shut the door when I left. Last fall, I discovered that the windows on the back of the house, that has a stone foundation, were every bit as good as the windows on the front of the house. Actually one of them became my very favorite window. They broke those too, and knocked out the wooden panes. The step stool that I found there, and stored in the basement, they broke that too. I'm sure we all have a certain subject that is our favorite thing to shoot, the thing that we always go back to, the thing that gives us the most joy and brings out our creativity and our best work. Mine is old, broken down houses ...windows and doors. Today, I walked away from that place, and while it's also foolish to cry over broken windows, I did anyway. I felt like maybe it's time to just put my camera away for awhile.The level of disappointment and disgust that I feel for people this week is pretty much off the charts. Maybe this is the Universe's way of telling me that it is time that I start working on my "Two Year Plan" and that I spend way too much time with my camera. Well, if that's the case... then, the Universe kind of sucks too. What the heck is wrong with people anyway? :' (
The smaller window on the right is the only one that remains intact. So sad. I'm sure they'll be back to break that one too, in time.
Red-spotted Purple butterfly taking nectar from a Spiny Teasel floret.
Common and seemingly more abundant this year.
..... I took a walk along the edge of the water and it was very windy and more than cold!!
Our Daily Challenge ~ Edge or Border ....
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This picture reminded me of the old Indian tale of "The foolish tortoise" a quick little video is here. in case you're not acquainted with that story.
This pic almost looks like the tortoise is being scolded for talking!
Well in case you failed to notice
In case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you
This is me down on my knees, and
These foolish games are tearing me apart
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
"They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,' One story no two daisies tell." Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell." -Helen Hunt Jackson
Good Morning everyone. I decided to edit a shot of the Haunted Mansion foyer. It is no secret that this is one of my most favorite rides here at the Magic Kingdom. In my opinion, this has to be one of the toughest rides to capture on camera because of the lighting. I hope you enjoy my shot and thanks for looking. Theres no turning back now.
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And maybe one foolish photographer. No, the most difficult part of seascape photography is not composition or keeping your feet dry (as an online 'expert' recently suggested). Feet don't melt.
In my short experience the most difficult thing is keeping the front element of the lens (or whatever filter is in front) sufficiently sea-spray free so that pictures aren't stuffed. The best trick i've found is to keep the air-blower thing handy and to blow the spray away. The second 'best' trick is to use a good solid heavy tripod that isn't easily troubled by water.
I was much too close here and everything got quite wet because the sea is an unpredictable monster. I had also set the focus point too close to my feet. So I guess the third 'best' trick (or maybe the best one) is not to get too close!
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... but foolishly I kept walking but not too far before the rain came down! Turned back home and arrived there soaked to the skin!!
Stay Safe and Healthy Everyone!
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Have a fantastic weekend!
(1000 times apologizing for not
visiting You: alas, currently I have problems with computer....
well, my Flickr fav-button doesn't work as well other buttons
too....I can't add tags etc........ I would visit You as soon as
possiible!)
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Find enough clever things to say, and you're a Prime Minister;
write them down and you're a Shakespeare.
- George Bernard Shaw
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
- George Bernard Shaw
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COLLAGE.
One more quote from Erte"s fashion drawings.
Inspired by Erte and by the "Art Deco" epoch.
PHOTO (for collage):
taken in Tiberia, Israel. October, 2006.
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