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Amish neighbors leaving our house and going home.
I didn't tell the story in the proper order. They stopped at our house because their horse was overheated. After watering horse and people, they decided the horse should not be strained further by pulling the buggy. So, in order beginning on the left: young son walking, mom leading tired horse, dad on scooter with daughter in basket (see yesterday's image), buggy being pulled by uncle with youngest son inside (see photo of several days ago).
It is fun to live in Amish country!
- on a stroll through Wimborne during a break en route home
- this shop-front caught my eye
- which, I guess, as admin for Octubre Rosa, is pretty much tuned-in to pink
- I like the play on words of course
gratitude for all visits to my photostream
GO Bombardier Bi-Level Series VIII Cabcar #256 leads a Lakeshore East train into Union Station in Toronto, ON
Taken @ Luanes World
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Lights go down
In the moment we're lost and found
I just wanna be by your side
If these wings could fly
Another Milky Way shoot from my early morning jaunt in Arches National Park. Nothing like a star shot to put one in his place. I am in awe and truly humbled when I consider the hundred billion or so stars in just our galaxy and that there are billions and billions of additional galaxies out there! But then I have similar feelings of humility, wonder, and awe when I view a beautiful sunset, amazing geography, or even a flower. We truly live in a wonderful world, a wonderful universe!
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This frame was my second option in this theme. I had a hard time deciding with one to post. Hope you like this one too.
View on the fields, somewhere in Northern Poland. I took this photo from the car, when we were going home from our vacation at the seaside :)
Widoki pól, gdzieś w północnej Polsce. Fotka pstryknięta z samochodu, w drodze powrotnej z naszych wakacji nad morzem :)
WC train LO-41 is departing up the hill out of Trout Lake with 590 and 582 leading 45 cars on December 18, 1989. The former SOO hi-rail sits in front of the depot on the Gladstone-Soo yard main while 41 occupies the diamond on this cold late afternoon. Engineer Tom has just notched up his power after clearing the diamond and 590 let go with a puff of smoke as it went to work on the grade. The MOW crew is working late on snow removal and I'll soon be getting in the mail truck running a night extra to Sault Ste. Marie with holiday packages. So on this day we were all going to work.
Explore #4 21/10/2021
Go west - Sunset at Neist Point, looking across the Minch and over the sea and far away.
The narrow, rocky finger that houses Neist Point lighthouse, is the furthest west you can travel in mainland UK without having to board a ferry. It's hard to beat this as one of the best locations in the UK to witness sunset.
Just back from an invigorating week on the magnificent Isle of Skye though challenging conditions prevailed such that Skye often throws up. The forecast was fairly dire for virtually all the week and it pretty much turned out that way too; even though this image hints at something very different.
This was the only evening forecasted to have a remote chance of decent light so I had to choose a location wisely so as to make the best of this sole opportunity. Never having previously had chance to visit here, I wasn't disappointed and to my relief and joy it endorsed my choice of location. Even though it was blowing a real hoolie, the light was pretty spectacular made all the more so by being in such a special setting.
Skye is indeed an incredible and inspirational location, regardless of the conditions and is such a great place to rejuvenate oneself.
Isle of Skye, Scottish Inner Hebrides
Nous avons tous besoin de courage afin de faire face nos démons,et de nous élever.
C'est ne que ce moment la que nous pouvons vraiment commencer a vivre.
We all need courage to face our demons, and to rise up.
It's only that moment that we can really start living
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In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life:
it goes on.
Robert Frost
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Going Fishing
This little local fishing boat was ready to go out to sea 30 minutes before the sun rose above the horizon.
It was such a still morning. I really wanted to jump in the boat and go with him!
and so it goes
This is something I thought up today. In retrospect, I guess it is somewhat influenced by Gulliver's Travels. I have done others inspired by that great book in the past; so maybe there is a latent connection there.
Ok, first of all I want to thank "Chaps" for the photo......thanks "Mom". :)
Now a few of my friends have all ready got their laugh on so now all the rest of you go ahead and get yours on. LOL :) Yeah, me, on a moped. Go ahead. :) Just remember who's going to be laughing when I pull up to the gas pump. LOL. And when all those fine babes are clambering to hop on this fine ride. LOL..... :) (you know what they say about us Aquarians...dreamers)
All bs aside. This is my new ride. Well not so new, but new to me. And if you ask a couple of my friends they would tell you that I have been wanting one of these for a long time now. Long before the boat. It is just so perfect for Savannah. So perfect for the Islands. Even perfect for the boat now, if I want to just toss it on and go to another port. But most of all just really so perfect for me right now. It fits all that is me right now. Cheap as hell, stylish, a good camera tote, I can park it on the sidewalks for those quick camera shots I see, and it fits with the slow and laid back lifestyle that everyone should have. I rode it all the way in from my friends, "Rambling" and "Chaps" house today for my first ride. They live all the way out in the country. Some twenty odd miles or so from the resort on Bull River here. And it was a blast. The whole trip. I enjoyed the ride. It was slow, I expected that. It was not the norm on the road, I expected that. But it was cool. :) Im so diggin it all ready. Maybe it was partly because I have rode bikes pretty much all my adult life till recently which leads me to the photo title. Yes this really is full circle. I remember when I got my first "mini-bike". I think it was called a Rupp if I'm not mistaken. I rode that bike all over the place. Across town, across hell and back. The cops never screwed with you back then. That little thing was such a blast. That is until one day me and a friend got on it to go jump some hills that we loved to jump. By this time that damn little mini bike was beat to hell. The cover that went over the top of the little Briggs and Stratton engine had long been gone. From all the wrecks I suppose. You had to take the pull cord and wrap it around the groove in the top of the motor to start it. And if it didn't start you would have to wrap the cord around it again. It was a pain.
Let me give you some history here right quick. Me and my friend were on the track team at school. We were quick as heck and nobody could touch us. No, I'm not bragging here. We really were the fastest. In the 100 yard dash we blew everyone away.
So one day we wanted to go down by the school and jump some hills on the bike. We loved that stuff. We got to where we would just buddy up and take the hills with both of us on it.
On the motor where you would wrap the pull-cord to start it there were these metal fins. With the cover on (which wasn't on) those fins would direct air into the engine because it was air cooled. We never thought about dangers from that crap. We just kept our hand and legs away when we rode. Simple?!? Well not this one day. We barreled ass down this hill and went to jump this other hill and got air born. Only thing, when the bike came down it came down on its side and with us on it. Some how or another my friends leg ended under the engine when we hit and those metal fins ended up digging into his thigh muscle and when it did it grabbed muscle and flesh and jeans and acted like a blender. Just ripped stuff all to hell. To make a long story short my parents got sued over that accident. My friend never ran track again ( me either for that matter ) and barely could even walk. The families clashed, friendships sank. But life went on. I never saw that mini bike again. My Dad got rid of it.
From there I eventually got a Kawasaki 750 two stroke. The fastest production bike on the market at the time. The same angel that still watches over me kept me from killing myself on it. But that bike wasn't me.
The next one was a Triumph 750. To this date it was the most dependable and coolest bike I ever owned.
Then a friend was going to prison and had a Harley Sporster and wanted my truck for his old lady. That's where my life changed forever. After that there were lots of Harley's. Lots of stories. Lots of "angel" saves. Lots of drama, anguish, happiness, marriages, adventure. You name it, I saw or did it on a Harley. Lived in half of the states in America, traveled to most of them.
Now, the circle is complete. I'm back to a damn Mini-Bike. LOL :)
Life has slowed down again, like when I was a kid (hell, I still am). Of course I want it that way.
Of course you have to have a name for your bikes.......can this be called a bike? Hummmm??? But anyway, haven't thought of a name yet. All my Harley's had the same name. I always called them "Bob". Short for "beast of burden". :)
I think the little Honda may take a woman's name. We'll see. :)
I started to pick this plant up and move it when I saw it had a red wasp on it!! Yikes, changed my mind fast. So this flickr addict ran for her camera!!! LOL
monopoli, puglia (it)
camera: polaroid sx-70 alpha 1
film: impossible project sx-70 color film
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