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The hardest thing for me in the doll hobby is attempting to take shots of multiple dolls. We had many orders for black wigs during this last preorder and a whole bunch got finished up over the weekend. They look like an accidental emo band.
The hardest working couple at NYCC had to be ROBIN and POISON IVY. This delicious duo hugged, kissed, dropped on the floor, spanked one another -- anything the photographer requested. And they were rewarded by being photographed thousands of times.
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Hurricane Mk.I - R4118 photographed at Biggin Hill Airport on the 18th. August, 2015, to mark the 'Battle of Britain' 75th anniversary of the "hardest day".
I wanted to let you all know that yesterday was one of the hardest days of my life. I had to make the decison to say goodbye to my best friend Solo... sniff.
I really wanted one last picture of us together before he left us for the rainbow bridge. Solo had a wonderful day outside in the sunshine and passed in the green grass rather then in a vet clinic. I'm not one for posting shots of myself, but I held the camera out while I hugged my boy yesterday afternoon cuddling together and captured this shot. I will miss my old man dearly... I loved him SO MUCH! My heart aches, my eyes swollen...
He was a great dog in every way. He loved everyone and was such a people dog. He lived to the ripe old age of 14 years, 2 months a week and a bit but in the end his heart was struggling to work too much. A friend said that he was in congestive heart failure and likely it was that he had Mitral Valve Disease. I didn't want him to suffer.
A piece of me is gone with him. He will be missed dearly by Dave, myself and Cruise. We loved him dearly and I know he touched many of you in one way or another.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. ~ Unknown
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or disontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring -- it was peace. ~ Milan Kundera
This has been a sad decision for all of us... :-(
Pam, Dave & Cruise
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like
they're falling in love with the ground
the hardest thing about working towards something,is actually enjoying it,
if and when it finally becomes a reality.most things that are worth having are difficult
to get... a dream job,a special once-in-a-lifetime-trip,an expensive toy, or maybe
just a person that you cant quite seem to get the attention of.
Sometimes these things turn out to be very different than we thought we wanted.
reality if usually never as incredible and as wonderful as the fantasy.
i wonder if that's because we build it up too much,and over expect on something
that just isn't all we made it out to be... or if by nature we are just creatures who
crave what we don't have already.
One of the hardest thing to not do when you are a woman is to buy every item of clothing you like. I am slowly learning to say no to myself however my weak point is always a pretty top. Does not matter how much I try to talk myself out of buying it I still always end up taking it home.
Dark Times // Paris #igersparis Night time is the hardest. This was the view out the window of the bar where I was on Friday night. In no way does it capture the fear and emotion felt at that time. The streets had been in panic mode, then were completely empty as the curtains closed and we remained inside. Unsure who or what was where and when or if they were going to attack, panicked for my life and with no idea how to get home or what to do. We were told not to go outside just wait for police, but thought attackers were out on the streets where we were - and also near to where I had to go home. I felt stuck and afraid. At one point a girl opened the curtains, I thought she was crazy and being silly - but then noticed all of the police who had filled the street. Putting on shields and helmets, I still don't know if it made me more comfortable or not, it simply made it all seem even more real. Sometime later they were gone, vanished in no time at all. I was pointed out a journalist and photographer whizz past on a moped when they went - and I said I'm glad that is not me, and went back away from the window, unsure if they had all moved on to another attack or what. I have never been so scared in my life, or so grateful to those whom helped me on Friday night and since too. Last nights scare flared things up again though - I was at the apartment but heard commotion and what I thought was more gunshots. I looked down and saw people running in the street, hiding under tables in the cafe below. I ran and turned off the lights, then tried to look out and see what was going on. More attacks?? It seemed like it. Major panic mode again. Ringing my host who was out in fear, getting the person I was talking to in Australia to ring and wake my parents. I skyped my Mum in panic as I tried to work out the situation with my heart rate to the max once again. I had just had a good day facing my fear too - out visiting the memorials, on the metro, and trying to do what I would have normally. Half an hour after getting home - that happened. Today I stayed in all day, only venturing out once for groceries 300m away. ** It really fucking sucks, so much tension. ** I miss Paris via Instagram ift.tt/1QrbBnp
One of the hardest to find Standard radios. So difficult to find that I opted to buy this rather used and abused example knowing that it may be many more years till I see another.
The dial needs to be replaced but what are the odds of finding a "parts" set?
It may appear to be in good condition but I did a bit of editing/clean up to make it presentable for this photo
There are a couple of cracks in the case and the gold plated escutcheon has some blemishes as well.
Does anyone out there have one of these they'd like to sell?
Circa 1957-58.
This is basically the same radio/chassis as the Standard SR-F22 and Hitachi TH-621.
The hardest thing about doing a photo shoot with Heather is trying to decide which photos to post while keeping it to a reasonable number. I guess I am slightly biased. We took these photos at the Valley of Fire State Park, NE of Las Vegas and one of my favorite places to visit. We arrived late in the day and only had about an hour to shoot before we lost light and the park closed. Heather looked stunning. I am so lucky!
I took these photos in early February 2021 in the Valley of Fire State Park NE of Las Vegas, Nevada.
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
D303 7R308680
Well that was my hardest and slowest Wycombe Rye parkrun in a long long time finishing in 31:56 and a bloody good reminder of where I was some time ago. I’ve been celebrating new achievements but today was a set-back as I struggled with a chest ache which started around the 1km marker but I could control by walking and use of the GTN spray, hence the slower time.
I would like to thank Josephine Chaplin for staying with me for the last 2km and the other lady buying me a bottle of Lucozade. Thank you to every one for your concern, I am fine now.
There were probably a few contributing factors which I shall bare in mind on future runs:
• I started at probably a too fast pace keeping up with Warren Bennet, but fell back from 1km once I started feeling discomfort.
• It was very humid making breathing more difficult.
• Overuse of the GTN spray, some really bad dizzy spells at the finish.
• Unlike the last few weeks I didn’t carry water around with me.
Blog covering this period ... peterjemmett.blogspot.com/2019/10/heart-attack-to-10k-par...
The hardest war to fight
Is the fight to be yourself
When the voices try to turn you into someone else.
But remember:
The wound is where the light shines through!
Yesterday was one of those days, where I needed this sunset so bad. And where God reminded me, that HE is in control. And that he loves me. No matter what.
"Auf, auf, gib deinem Schmerze
und Sorgen Gute Nacht!
Lass fahren, was das Herze
betrübt und traurig macht;
bist du doch nicht Regente,
der alles führen soll:
Gott sitzt im Regimente
und führet alles wohl."
- Paul Gerhardt ♡
The remotest and hardest to get to of the Irish peat bog railways must be this site in Co.Donegal. The system was opened in 1939 by the Irish Peat Development Board and became part of BnM (Bord na Mona) in 1946. It has only ever been used for domestic sod peat turf production and in 1989 when BnM dropped the sod peat division it was sold to a local employee buy out. It is now the Glentis Turf Co-operative Society. It is also unusual in being one of two ex BnM sites to use 2ft gauge rather than 3ft gauge locos. Here veteran LM20 (Ruston 243387/1946) is seen on Glentis bog with its suitably attired driver a delightful gentleman who had few teeth and was just about unintelligible to us when he spoke. He did give us a ride from the workshops at Glentis out onto the bog a distance of some 4 miles with a couple of photo stops. The ride could best be described as lively as three of us hung onto the wide running plate beside the cab and bonnet.
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
D303 7R308721
Apparently one of the hardest FSU cameras to get due to the relatively low numbers (for a soviet camera, that is) that it was produced. The “rising sun” or Voshod in Russian is a surprising camera. To be honest, its originality did not make one iota of impact in the camera world. This is an eccentric camera, with some nice art deco touches, but definitely an ergonomic nightmare. This is a large camera, much bigger than any L39 cameras made at the time. Clearly, compactness was not a priority, or a good lens, it made do with the humble T43 of the lowly Smenas. Don´t jump into conclusions though, this is no Smena on steroids.
Everything that could be changed of place was:, the flash hotshoe in the extreme left, after the rewind crank, the shutter button in the front of the camera and no lever to advance the film, just a plastic fin around the lens that advances the film and cocks the shutter, very neat. The shutter is whisper quiet, much like a Compur.
What strikes the most is the quality of finish, especially the film chamber, finished in a mat black paint and with the film rails finely grinded, wow!
With all its originality quirks, the Voshod is not a great shooter, at least to me. It reminds me of the Voigtlander moto, why do it simple when you can do it complicated? Perhaps the problems at Voigtlander did not pass unnoticed in Russia and they clearly saw the same fate for the Lomo Voshod and call it a day after 4 seasons. It is possible that the camera was not hugely popular due to the design, after all, it demanded a complete re-learning of shooting habits when a Smena offered the same quality at far less expense and trouble…
Evening Rochester local L031 prepares to lift one covered hopper from American Packaging in Chili, NY on a muggy summer Friday night.
If you're at all familiar with my photographic musings, you might know that I have an affinity for the rarest of the rare shots, specifically pertaining to industries. For the last three years, I held Tam Ceramics in Niagara Falls as the hardest customer to shoot, only receiving a handful of two bay zircon hoppers each year. However, the last five months have proven to me there is a new champion to hold the title of least served customer in Western New York. In all of 2024 (so far), the hopper pictured here is the only railcar American Packaging has ordered at this site. There is a another more frequently served location closer to the city of Rochester, but that will be addressed momentarily. One car at a site which has a capacity for up to 12 is pretty mind-boggling, although in this economy, maybe it's not so outlandish afterall.
American Packaging Corporation started life in the early 1900s as American Bag & Paper in the city of Philadelphia, PA. It wasn't until 1966 that they expanded, with their first acquisition in Rochester, NY of the Northern Packaging company. A few short years later they purchased Ameri-Pak in Columbus, WI and by 1982 had merged to form American Pacakging Corp. It wasn't until June 2017 that they sought out and began groundbreaking for a new site in Chili, NY. With a stake in the Rochester area for 50 years at that point, it certainly made sense, not to mention dollar incentives given by the state. That location was up and running the following year in June 2018, and by mid-2019 had completed further expansion with a rail siding installed off of CSX's West Shore Subdivision which bypasses the city of Rochester. Aside from interchanging with the Livonia, Avon & Lakeville Railroad at Genesee Junction, American Pacakging is presently the only other CSX customer on the West Shore. In 2024, the company has six locations: two in Wisconsin including the former Ameri-Pak site, one in Iowa, of course the two here in New York, and their newest plant in Utah. Three of the four sites outside of New York are near rail access, however satellite views suggest that only the New York locations are rail-served at this time. It would not surprise me if the new Utah location were to join in that regard, as the surrounding rail-served industries are all in the plastics business as well.
Cars for American Packaging originate at the Dow Chemical plant in Plaquemine, LA which is a huge industrial site with its own switchers and hundreds of railcars, being filled with various products to ship out to consumers all over the country. Dow Chemical cars typically bare the reporting mark DOWX. While the plant on Beaver Rd in Chili is only a few years old, the city location has been around for decades. Located near the General Motors plant of Rochester, that one is served by the Rochester & Southern Railroad on their Belt Line, which runs north/south and also serves the Kodak Business Park among other customers. The APC plant in the city has a smaller spur which can fit up to four covered hoppers, as opposed to the two track 12 car capacity of the Chili location. It seems they are served far more frequently, anywhere from once a week to every other week. However in all my drives by, I've never observed fewer than four hoppers at full capacity there, despite the building being half the size of the Chili plant. Thankfully I documented that location last summer in 2023 with relative ease. I never imagined that the newer and bigger site would be served less than its smaller and much older counterpart, but here we are. As perplexing as it is, that is simply the reality of the situation. Funnily enough, another Rochester customer on CSX has a similar story, being outshined by its smaller twin on the DLWR in Batavia, but that's for a separate post. It's story time on how this shot came to be, and all the struggles incurred along the way.
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March 2024. After suffering driving issues with my car throughout the month of February, all was taken care of and feeling fresh at the start of March. Spring was lurching ever closer, along with daylight savings. I made an afternoon trip out to the LA&L to document a customer no one had properly shot yet, Diamond Pacakging in Henrietta (yes, another pacakging company, but box cars instead of hoppers). Having successfully captured the shots I desired, I set off back towards home, but not without making a quick pit stop to scope out American Pacakging for the first time. My goals for 2024 were to canvas CSX ops around Rochester and the LA&L's customers. Still a work in progress admittedly, but getting closer to completion. Standing in the doorframe of my rear seats for elevation, my camera managed just enough zoom to see the car number of the lone hopper sitting there at the time. I found the best frame and saved it, then called it in on CSX TouchTrace. My jaw dropped when its status came back. It wasn't so much the fact it was still loaded, but rather that it had been placed in the middle of the night on September 26th, 2023. The car had been sitting there for nearly six months. Right away I knew this was gonna be more difficult than I was used to. I left that information alone for a week, deciding to trace it occasionally to see if and when anything would change. The timing was impeccable, as the following Monday I found out the car had been finally released as empty on Friday the same week I photographed it. Unsure of why it hadn't been picked up, I drove out that night and waited on L031 to depart Batavia towards the West Shore. On my way to the customer spur, a deer struck my car on a back road, shattering my driver side headlight and denting the fender. After checking the car briefly, I pressed on to beat the local still to the plant. Adding insult to injury, they blew right through the area, leaving me quite angry with myself and my decisions. With a rental car secured while waiting for damage evaluation the rest of the week, I went about my life again unsure of when this car would be pulled. Enlisting the help of the famous PRR hating Rodney Kantorksi, he too was unable to find the railcar or even the customer in their computers. It was a mystery for the ages. That same week, I considered on a whim driving out once more on a Friday night to see if they'd stop to work there. However, I had picked up a side gig of scorekeeping hockey games in a local league for extra cash, and I got a text asking if I could cover a game that night. With nothing planned, I said sure. Just I was about to leave the house, a friend who lives near the plant texted me saying L031 had just told dispatch they were stopping to work it that night. The week just kept getting better, as earlier that day insurance decided to total my car. (I still have the car thankfully and ended up repairing it myself.) I sat through that hockey game angry as ever, while my friend managed a phone shot of the crew pulling the single hopper. I felt defeated, but not deterred. It takes a lot to break my spirit.
Over the next three months, with the help of Rodney, he checked once a week at my request for any incoming cars for the plant, which had finally been found in the system in order to pull the car in the first place. Had it not been for me pointing it out to him, and his word passed along to the Rochester trainmaster, who knows how long the car would have sat unbothered. It seems it had been so long since they were switched that the computer purged them from the system. Nevertheless, a night in June came along unexpectedly while Rodney had been checking a different customer. He just happened to look at AP the same night and at long last another car was on the way. The joy of hearing this news was met with the realization of potentially missing it again altogether. A planned trip to Philadelphia with my best friend and his brother for a concert and weekend vacation was only a week away, and the car was estimated to arrive within the same week. Once again, impeccable timing. All along I jokingly said to myself watch the next car show up while we're in Philly. Sure enough, it was about to happen. Taking multiple 24 hour stints at three classification yards, the car made it to Rochester on a Wednesday afternoon, the day before we were to leave for vacation. Too late to make the local that night, the car sat in the yard for the next two days. TouchTrace even updated its scheduled placement from that Wednesday to Friday. With the concert also being on Friday, I said forget about it and enjoyed our trip. Following the concert and getting back to the hotel that night, I once again traced the car with my heart pounding, and again to my surprise the car had not even departed that night. I found out L031 had been annulled for the evening, leaving the car to again sit till Monday, when we would be back home. Although in that moment I rejoiced, the remainder of the Philly trip was plagued with nothing but adversity, suffering two separate car repairs and almost being stranded without a way home. Thankfully everything worked out last minute and we were back home late Sunday night. Utilizing the 511NY traffic cameras, after hearing L031 call to depart Monday evening, I watched the train pass above I-490 from my best friend's house before setting off for Batavia again. Having formally met the crew in the prior weeks of shooting them, at least this time I wouldn't be going in as a stranger. Indeed the hopper was on the train that night, with Rochester electing not to run an extra over the weekend. The first big caveat though was given how big the train was, they were using three engines, which would all be long hood for the shot. The next caveat came in Batavia, as the crew sat for hours due to one of the engines experiencing failure when getting ready to head for the West Shore. I watched the Florida Panthers secure their Game 7 Stanley Cup victory against the Edmonton Oilers in my car while I waited. Around midnight the flying squad made an appearance at Batavia yard to troubleshoot the engine. They got moving again close to 1:00 a.m. With one of the main tracks shut down through Rochester that night, there was a lot more traffic taking the West Shore than usual, forcing L031 to wait even longer for their window to work. I considered going home, but still stuck with it. After everything I'd been through up to that point, I couldn't throw in the towel. Part of me hoped maybe they'd tie down in Batavia and leave it to the morning crew, but they did eventually get their signal. It was now 3:00 a.m., and I was standing at the switch into American Pacakging awaiting their arrival. I made sure the engineer Doug knew I was there, along with his conductor and their trainee, who must've thought I was insane. Imagine training for a future on the railroad, and a random photographer is out at the most obscure industry in the middle of the night, to watch you help spot "the one car a year this place gets," as joked by the conductor Tony. As you can clearly see, this is not the shot I got that night. The three engines made the situation less than ideal. It was a start, but ultimately it ended up being a practice shot for the real thing.
It's now the middle of August. Based on the previous hopper's demurrage time, I estimated this one might be released some time around Christmas. Still though, I was diligent and checked its status on the days L031 goes down the Shore (M/W/F). On a Friday morning, the car traced as empty and released. I couldn't believe it. I texted Rodney, and my friend Cooper who had connections with L031's crew, the same friend who got the phone shot in March. Rodney had no straight answer for me if they'd pick it up, but Cooper got a response thankfully which pointed to them likely working there that night. My concern was if would it make their paperwork in time. Sure enough it did. Just like in June, I was again at my best friend's house briefly before L031 called to leave. Watching the cam once more, this time it was one engine and eight cars. Still would be long hood for the shot, but one unit was way better than three. Of note, Cooper's phone shot featured a proper facing engine, which also is hard to come by as most of the time engines face west in Rochester. Regardless, I set out for Batavia just like before, this time making a point to chat with the crew there to make sure they were stopping that night. They confirmed it, and I made my way out early. Cooper was able to join this time as well, having just gotten out of work nearby the plant, equipped with a proper camera this go around. I think I fired off over 50 something shots that night, trying a couple different angles. The ambient lighting was plentiful this time with the main engine much closer to the car and building. To say I'm relieved would be an understatement, but having finally checked this shot off is a huge weight off my shoulders in the topsy-turvy year that has been 2024. I'm hoping my next obsession won't be so costly, time consuming, and stress inducing as this one was, but man oh man does it take the cake. It may very well be my favorite shot of the year, though there's still quite a bit of year left to go. Out of the numerous customers I've shot, if this doesn't deserve the number one spot, it's at least in the top five for difficulty no doubt. Cheers to the next great mystery waiting to be uncovered.
Yeah... Today wasn't anything special. I stayed after with my History teacher and had a good time. I told him that I needed him for my photography project and he let me take some photos of him. Eh, they turned out alright I suppose.
I'm still getting compliments on my hair, haha. I like it ^^ Each day I grow more and more fond of it. If my aunt was still alive and living with us, she would have said something like, "Oh, why did you cut your hair? I liked it long. I don't like it short." But then she'd warm up to it. She always did. And I loved her for it. Still do.
I went to karate early, before the Tiny Tigers and Shihan helped me with my nunchaku. We ran through my new kata and line drills. I smacked myself in the back of the head doing my kata, haha. I started laughing, and I just told my mom. She cringed haha.
"Bob" was at karate and we had a good time in class like usual. Then his father gave me a ride home, which was nice of them. Oh yeah, I have to tell everyone his father says hello... I'll tell them later, haha.
Oh, I thought this was appropriate because I have a slight anger issue ^^ Thanks Dad -.-
"I always thought that I can trust you
But I guess that's not the case
All the years that I loved you
You were out there playing the games
You didn't think that I would find out
But it was written all over the place
Is it what you really want now
Than get the fuck out of my face
How could you deceive me
I'm begging you to leave me
GO, to hell
I'm better off without you
ALL is well
I'd rather be alone!
To have you, to hold you
and never know you 'cause you sold me out
You never gonna live this down!
Never gonna live this down!
How do you look in the mirror
How do you stand the sight of your face
If you made it any clearer
I couldn't see right through the hate
And I never think about you,
when I'm sleeping with all of your friends
And I'm hoping that you find out,
'cause love is the sweetest revenge
How could you deceive me
I'm begging you to leave me
GO, to hell
I'm better off without you
ALL is well
I'd rather be alone!
To have you, to hold you
and never know you 'cause you sold me out
You never gonna live this down!
Never gonna live this down!
I always thought I could trust you!
I always thought I could trust you!
GO!"
("Live This Down" by Papa Roach.) Their new album is pretty good. I'm listening to it right now. It's called "Metamorphosis".
As the number of foreclosures continue to mount, vast swaths of American cities are becoming deserted. In some places, more than a quarter of available rentals sit empty, while other systems have largely resisted the trend. Our latest Transparency is a look at the 10 most vacant and most occupied metropolitan areas for both houses and rental apartments. It looks like you could get a great deal in Memphis.
SOURCE: U.S. Census
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Well that was my hardest and slowest Wycombe Rye parkrun in a long long time finishing in 31:56 and a bloody good reminder of where I was some time ago. I’ve been celebrating new achievements but today was a set-back as I struggled with a chest ache which started around the 1km marker but I could control by walking and use of the GTN spray, hence the slower time.
I would like to thank Josephine Chaplin for staying with me for the last 2km and the other lady buying me a bottle of Lucozade. Thank you to every one for your concern, I am fine now.
There were probably a few contributing factors which I shall bare in mind on future runs:
• I started at probably a too fast pace keeping up with Warren Bennet, but fell back from 1km once I started feeling discomfort.
• It was very humid making breathing more difficult.
• Overuse of the GTN spray, some really bad dizzy spells at the finish.
• Unlike the last few weeks I didn’t carry water around with me.
Blog covering this period ... peterjemmett.blogspot.com/2019/10/heart-attack-to-10k-par...
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
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17 / 100 : Unique
Ok, i had the hardest time ever choosing which portrait to post from yesterday's session.
As some of you might know, i decided to choose and post only ONE portrait of stranger for every single time i go out shooting.
Pushes me to build up and maintain a standard of quality in this 100 Strangers® Project.
And sometimes, this works miracles : you get home, make a preliminary selection, post-produce 6 / 7 portraits and then, with a good cup of steaming coffee and a bag of patience, stare at them and find out which one to upload.
But no, yesterday things decided not to go smoothly.
Starting form the afternoon itself: during the summer, some areas of Rome are completely DESERT.
Most people working and living in Rome take the chance to go to the sea or to the countryside to relax and escape the heat, and the few left in town play a game of "Hide-and-NOT-seek" with the blazing sun. All what's left usually is tourists. And me.
Which, to be fair, it's not too bad of a situation to go out shooting strangers.
The city centre is packed of tourists form all over the world, which makes it even more interesting.
So i hopped on my bike before lunch to head over the centre but... Hey, surprise, flat tyre!
Subway wasn't looking so good either, knowing that it would have probably been packed and around 200°.
Walking was the only option. So I did. And in doing so, i broke the sole of my ONLY PAIR OF SHOES. Nice.
Anyhow, if we forget for a moment the technical difficulties, i spent some nice 5 + hours downtown shooting portraits like crazy. Interesting people everywhere, but the light itself wasn't looking too flattering.
Long story short, I came home after all of that, selected and post processed a few and... got stuck.
I couldn't decide. The challenge was between this one and another one of a cute girl.
Stayed up until 2am trying to figure out which one to choose. Failed in doing it.
So i called it a day, went to bed just to wake up this morning and realize: i was still stuck.
In the end, what unlocked me form that "omg i can't decide" state was the fact that this one is more unique. In any possible way.
I've seen this guy around Rome a few times already, i even took some photos of him. And from the first time, i've always wanted to take his portrait. But never did.
He's probably homeless.
Yesterday, i saw him walking down the main street of the centre of Rome, whistling and crazy-talking out loud in some weird language. It was the perfect chance.
So i ran towards him, stopped him and asked if i could take his picture.
He didn't answer and stood there.
So i took out the camera, and said "look in the camera". No answer again.
Click.
Not even the time to take down my camera, and he was already gone.
Now that's unique, right?!
Thanks, Stranger!
(As always, check out my Facebook page for all the extras from yesterday!)
Ps: Are you wondering why have i been "absent" form flickr in the last week? Well then, i'm trying to publish a comic/photo book born from a 50 portrait/50 comics project i did this year back in the tool ol' Sapporo. You can check all the infos in the fund raising we site here : www.ulule.com/uncommonstories !)
[This picture is #17 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page ]
Camera Info: Nikon D700 | 85mm (ƒ/1.8D) @ 85mm | ƒ/2.8 | ISO 280 | 1/180 s — Camera Handheld
Most batches of buses have THE ONE which is either the hardest to spot or so damn easy it comes every time you want it to be something else. For this ex-purple batch, 929 is that one.
After proving to be impossible to get on 89s because it simply never turned up when I was photting them, I then got it in the depot with the new livery but old vinyls and then on the 49 once it had become a navy bus. Why can't it just be normal like the other ones so I have one picture on the 89 and one picture on the 4?!
Well now have that one picture of it in the 4, so it can at least be 50% normal.
Arkwright Street, Nottingham, 11.10.21
It's been one of the hardest weekends of my life, equal only to being there for Mum when she was sick and watching her get worse. There is nothing harder than watching someone you love get sick and knowing there is little you can do to really help.
This weekend was brutal. On the bright side Dad was so happy to see us. We tried to make it fun by keeping the chat lively, always being in a good mood and making sure Dad had the floor whenever he wanted to speak. He said it was one of the best weekends of his life, which gives us some comfort - but also makes me wonder how bad the rest had been for him if that was one of the best. Leaving him there felt awful. It always did; I've always wanted to bring him home with me but even more so this time.
I'll always wish he had wanted to live back in Melbourne, instead of country NSW. There were so many things I wanted him to experience here. But a friend told me years ago that people live their lives and make their own decisions based on the way they want to live and I'm trying to take comfort in the fact that he was happy where he was, living the life he wanted to live.
I'm so sorry this is happening to you Dad. If I could fix you, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I love you so much.
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
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The hardest part for me
is getting the ideas in my head
to connect to my hands
This is best viewed here.
Oh hey I'm actually sticking to my New Year's Resolutions.
I am
~Exercising after school
~Reading the bible/Getting closer to God
~And trying to like myself more
I'm doing pretty good, actually. :DDD
Now I'm off to do homework to keep up with this productive thing I've got going on.
2/52
If ten-million fireflies
Lit up the world
As I fell asleep
Cause they fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
Youd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
Sorry for my absence... again. I had to take a couple personal days. The past few days have been some of the hardest I've had to go through. Right now I'm at a turning point in my life and I'm having a hard time dealing with it. I hurt the person I cared most for in the whole world, but I need to do what's best for me right now.
This picture is inspired by my current favorite song Fireflies by Owl City.
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
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The hardest part is trying to pour your heart down about a Very Special Person!
I've met A LOT of extraordinary people in my life; I've experienced so many adventures with many,but when it comes to You ..
Time stops, words freezes and all what I see is an unbelievable human.
Just thinking about the happiness you brought to my life makes me so grateful to have you!
We share a strong bond that no one can ever write about :') ♥
We shared the best years of our lives beside eachother & there is more to come !!
I Thank The Disco Queen for our friendship, if It wasn't for her, who knows what will eva happen!
& I Thank God, for blessing me with such family :') I'm so very proud to have you in my blood!
Happy Birthday [ البندري // ♥ QTR
All I wish for is for you to be genuinely happy &Hearts;
I always be right here for you ♥
I Love YOU
- You deserve way much more than a simple picture :'( Believe me! but it's
special since your in it ♥
our series of endless memories …
may it grow and be cherished B) ..
The hardest part of making a Moxon vise is mortising the 3/4" nuts in back. I chose to extend the threaded rods in back, bcuz my shop is very small and I need the clearance in front.
If you keep trying you can accomplish any goal. You can do anything if you put ur mind to it.
Like me I was drawing this and almost gave up but I tried a little harder and I did it.
Happy Easter and this is my sunday advice ( And yes I did draw this free hand. I just looked off the computer at a picture and drew it.) This is a shinki her name is at the bottom. ^^
This past weekend was one of the hardest of my life. My companion and best friend, my dog Lola, was out with Wes, Pete, and I on a early morning trip into the great wide open when tragedy struck. Rattlesnake.
We did everything possible, rushed back to town, the ever able Wes pushing my 1986 4 runner to it's mechanical extreme- made it to the vet in just over an hour. Lola was administered anti-venom, a plasma transfusion, many red blood cell packets, along with many many other things. By 10 pm she was stable, sleeping, and doing well fighting. Then, at 6:45 am on Sunday I get the dreaded call and life goes into a terrible spiral. Grief is a difficult emotion that I have very little experience with.
That afternoon we were sitting in the front yard, crying and talking about how great of a dog she was when I looked up thru my pine tree and saw an indescribable site. A mysterious rainbow that had no "bow" sitting in the sky, peering down on us. It was unreal. I thought for sure I was the only person seeing it but sure enough, it was real. After much research I believe that what we saw that afternoon was the very elusive Fire Rainbow, or a Circumhorizontal arc- one of nature's most rare phenomena. Here's the wiki link if you want to read more...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circumhorizon_arc
I was really feeling like ol Mother Nature had let me down, taking Lola with one of her harshest tools, but then this apology released all of those sentiments. I know that Lola's spirit will live on in me forever, and I will move on with life.
Thank you Lola, Lindsay and I love you and miss you terribly!
No Licks!
I had the hardest time approaching this manipulation. I couldn't decide what to merge and what to begin with. Finally, I got it to work. I got this globe at a thrift store for two dollars! I have absolutley always wanted one. Oh hey and props to my mom for my peace sign shirt. Oh how we love thrifting.
I have almost reached 30,000 views on my photostream and I cannot thank you all enough. I'm tagging people today. Its just a special little thank you. <3I want to thank every single person who has ever commented, faved, or even looked at my photos. It means so much to me. Without you I would never have made it this far in my 365. I cant wait to continue.
Have a wonderful night and God Bless.
If you haven't liked my Facebook, I'd love you have your support!
62/365
As my Mum pointed out to me when she asked me, what exactly it was that I was photographing here, and I replied that this was a shot for Fence Friday: "This is not a fence, it's a railing!!" Yes, Mum, I know, it's a bridgerailing. But aren't railings some sort of fences as well, somewhow? Anyway, it'll have to do ;).
I was very pleased to catch a bokeh person wearing the right colours for this one as well. And the two bokeh shapes/dots at the very end of the bridge are actually two bokeh cyclists :-).
Have a most wonderful and Happy Fence Friday everyone!
I tried a square crop with just the bokeh person and bokeh fence, leaving the main fence railing out completely. I like it a lot and I was very tempted to use it as my main shot. Still haven't quite made up my mind so I've put it in comment.
I seem to have had a bit of a texture overdose in the last few weeks which left me rather a bit uninspired as to applying them this week. But then I think that the pics I've uploaded this week work very well, if not better, without it. And I finally managed to create this black frame overlay, which I've tried some time last year without success because I hadn't the faintest idea how to actually do it. Now I do, and as you can probably tell, I'm quite fond of it at the moment :-).
Okay, so I'm done with the 365. I thought I would be able to catch up and have time for it once I quit swim team, but now I have tons of homework, tutorials and work /: So I'll just be posting pictures whenever I feel like it (;
This picture was interesting to take.. my friend Megan and I were planning on doing a photoshoot in some water, but traffic was so bad that we ended up driving on backroads and getting lost. Soooo, we went back to my house and it was pretty dark, but I thought I would try something new and shine my Jeep lights on her and I think it worked pretty well!
Anyways, I was tagged a few times by her, her, anddd her! They rock (:
Ten facts:
1. I am IN LOVE with Andy Samberg. I will marry him one day.
2. I also love SNL. <3 Lonely Island too of course.
3. I like to watch lacrosse. It's intense.
4. I am currently learning a new hip hop dance that I'm actually pretty good at.
5. I am a horrible baker/cooker. Cereal and toast are about all I can successfully make. Sad, right?
6. I haven't gotten any acceptance letters from colleges yet, and I'm freakin out! I don't even know what I want to do, or where I really wanna go /:
7. AP Statistics kicks my butt daily. You can blame it for ruining my 365.
8. I'm dying my hair this week I think. It's gonna be a little bit blonde. I hope it looks alright!
9. Tomatoes are disgusting.
10. I'm really awkward.
There is love in your body, but you can't hold it in.
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin.
Tenderest of touch leaves the darkest of marks,
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts.
Florence + the Machine Hardest of Hearts
The hardest part about photography (especially with a 365 or 366 project), by a country mile, is coming up with original concepts for photos that have not been done before by someone else. The relative low cost of high-quality cameras now along with wide-spread talent/skill has caused an over-saturation of amazing works that are universally available via social media. It's so easy to scroll through Instagram and have my imagination and creativity satisfied by somebody else's work. Finding motivation to keep going in this environment is a massive challenge and I'm not sure how to overcome it....
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay." - Robert Frost
Reviewed this poem last week in English class. Funny, but I was the only one who got the analysis of the poem correct. Can anyone tell what this poem is trying to say? Remember, everything is not as it seems! :)
For FGR "Pet Peeves"
I have a LOT of pet peeves. Hundreds, maybe thousands. But my all time biggest ever pet peeve is ironing, and especially ironing mens shirts. Im rubbish at it anyway, and all the seams, collars, cuffs, vents, pockets and buttons.....god I could scream just thinking about it. And ironing in Malaysia is a hot job.....puke puke puke I HATE IT!!!!!!
[Music theme "The Hardest Button to Button" by The White Stripes (See day 6/365 for more details)].