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Pretty boring for terrorists, as they did not blow up anybody. They just hung out with everyone else, only freaking out when Yusuf Islam (the artist formerly known as Cat Stevens) was performing. But I'm pretty sure they screamed just as loud when Ozzy came out on stage moments later.
White bread, brown bread, sesame bread, garlic bread, soft bread, stiff bread, cheese bread..
Hmmm.. I choose soft white bread.
So very soft like a cushiony pillow of love that melts like sweet butter in your mouth.
Life is mesmerizing when we enjoy the little things, like a bread basket, or the soft trumpet music by Kenny G.
* Every room in Alfaisalia Rosewood hotel comes with a personal butler than can get you anything your wild imagination can think of. Everything has limitations though, right?
Taken in The Globe Restaurant - Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
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خبز أبيض ، أسمر ، خبز بالثوم ، بالسمسم ، بالجبن ، يابس ، طري
عن نفسي ، أختار الخبز الأبيض الطري من سلة الخبز .. دائماً
عندما يذوب في الفم كالزبده يشابه ملمس العشق بشغف
الحياة رائعة جداً . . عندما نستمتع بصغائر الأمور
كـ سلة الخبز ، أو موسيقى هادئة في صباح ٍ عقب ليلة صاخبة
الحياة قصيرة جداً .. لا تنسى أن تستمتع ، ساعة . . وساعه
:-)
After having 3 birthday parties for the last 3 weekends and a Xmas party, Michaela is now known as the party girl.
I created this mosaic using bighugelabs.com/ below
are links to the Photographs of these wonderful photos:
1. bed, across from vanity, 2. Wicket comfort is not made for me, 3. Ayees-and-Shada, 4. cozy toes, 5. thoughts, plans and dreams in my moleskine, 6. Sacred Chow 3, 7. Two Children Resting Together Outside in Sleeping Bag, 8. A cup of tea.., 9. Colors on shimmering water., 10. apple oat pancakes, 11. Untitled, 12. Body Wash, 13. Lovely green soap and dish14. Not available15. Not available16. Not available
Ever since growing up, we have all heard and retold the stories the centered around the fabled and infamous woman known as the Route 22 Lady. As the story goes, no one knew who she really was though rumours abounded by the plenty. A homeless bag lady looking for a place to go to a deranged killer looking for fresh meat to put in her stew, no one really knew. And as the stories were retold around Halloween and camp outs and backyard gatherings, it came to no one's mind that we really never ever saw her, it was always the friend of a cousin of the boyfriend of the room mates sister she dating who was involved always with the sighting. Yes, we never stopped telling the story as we put ourselves into it, describing the horrors and misdeeds carried on by her.
Well one day as I was riding the bus on Rt 22, I spied what i think is the Rt. 22 lady. I took a quick picture thru the dirty window of the boss while see looked at the sign with a look that sent shivers down my spine. I got off at the next stop and backtracked to see if it was her. I kept my distance as she walked down the street which was part of Rt. 22 and watched as she begged for sticky sweet candy from strangers and made noises that sounded like excitement when see saw something old and rusted. But what frightened me the most was when she would see an abandon chair in a field or by the street. The drool would start to form in the corners of her mouth as she would talk to herself in a giddy schoolgirl like fashion, posing the chair to take pictures of it. I watched her that day for a couple of hours doing that before i knew I had had enough. I left that day and still have trouble sleeping as I see her in my dreams rearranging chairs and taking pics. Yes, I that was the Route 22 Lady!
Today we were at Duinrell theme park. I didn't like it al all... Waiting lines that were way too long, and boring! (So not like the Efteling). And my boys were too small for a lot of 'attractions'. There were too many screaming kids there. The only thing I really LOVED was the shadowroom. And if it wasn't for those screaming kids I could have stayed there taking pictures for an hour!
It is a small 15m2 absolutely dark room, painted with green glow in the dark paint. You have to take position against the wall and wait for a very heavy flashlight to go off. Turn around and see how your shadow stays on the wall tille the next flash wipes it off. Big fun!
Had a visiter from a young black squirrel Yesterday, to bad for the rain that made everything mushy, I know they love to take pieces and hide them being soft is a problem,
Happy Furry Friday everyone!
Having fun with those lights that are built in the pavement. Taken during the Rotterdam meetup.
Hand model: robin_waarts.
Lighting assistance: milov.
Assistant to robin_waarts: rheauchyr
I got the idea for this already some time ago, when shooting Upperclass Gentlemen Trapped and Projected Rack.
2017-08-20 8415-CR2-L1O2E2
I haven't posted a current photo of Greyson since July 9, what's wrong with me. On Sunday we went to a small splash pad at Charlies Dump in Jenison. Yes Charlies Dump is/was a name of a park in Jenison, Been that way for over 40 years. This area used to be owned by a guy named Charlie and everyone dumped there junk/trash/yard waste there. But of course since they put in this play area they changed the name to Rosewood Park.....boring.
When Brüni takes a walk with me, she gets silly with happiness and turns into a clown.
Wenn Brüni mit mir Spazieren geht, wird sie vor Freude albern und wird zum Clown.
Ortel Zomercarnaval (Summer Carnival), Netherlands, Rotterdam, 2008.
This photo is part of a big set of this day.
Some of my best shots of this event will be posted in JeromesPOV
Qué bien que se ha terminado la temporada de baño y ahora tendré las playas para mí sólo.
Seguramente debieron pensar estos dos perros lo mismo que yo ;-)
Young women, covered head to toe in black niqabs and chadors, were giggling and having fun at Abraham's pond in Sanliurfa while they fed the sacred carp and took cell phone pictures. They were likely from a Quran school or madrasa for Islamic religious education. I was careful to choose a photo where the girls were anonymous so as not to give offence.
21/09/2025 www.allenfotowild.com
This is the sky of tonight's sunset
And it made me reflect
I see my lover through pink light
So does he upon me
And as the sky went bananas it made me ofc miss him, there I was hiking alone
Yes, he abandons me again, sigh
The color suited well to the romantic mood I am in these days though
I want to stay in this pink light forever
So, I'm literally stuck in this image
lol
It's the best light ever
It's kind of being on another planet
There is no judgement
Just laughter and fun
There are other feelings involved
But love is the basic feeling
It's Utopia, but think if we all could see the world through a pink light
Then
I know that there would have been
Peace and Love and
Respect and Understanding on our Earth
Rhianna and her Pampaw (my step-dad) tease each other constantly. they constantly go at it back and forth nonstop when they are together. Here i captured a typical moment - she had robbed his eyeglasses and kept turning the lights on and off on him while he was trying to practice his guitar. She of course wanted his attention because he was doing something other than playing with her.
Easter in Lithuania, 17 04 2022
Arkliukas, pin 0,2 mm, Fomapan 100, HC-110 H (11 minutes at 20°C, no agitations between the 7-h and 10-th minute)
This study was for a Macro Monday challenge, the theme was "whit paper". Unfortunately i missed the dead line. I did however have a lot of fun and learned a few things.
Dude, you hit the pipe man, you did....
Hey, if it was today, you'd be amazed by what's going on in the world.
You died to soon man....
Say hi to M. Jackson for me.
Thanks.
P.S.: Next time, drop me a canvas would you?
This is the famous church that V. Gogh.
Painted.
The place was very cool.
Thank you Pierrick.
One more from Montreal comic con - holiday edition
this one is about color matching.
Strobe info: keylight from camera left, rimlight camera right from the back. All AD600 and AD200 in umbrellas.
One more from Montreal comic con - holiday edition
Strobe info: keylight from camera left, rimlight camera right from the back. All AD600 and AD200 in umbrellas.
I gave birth to 3 of my 4 children in a very close period of time.
When I was in my "motherscape", especially when the kids were small, I was a very attentive present mom. I have always been there for my children, 100%.
Like I am for my grandkid now.
From they were tiny I have been sitting on the floor with them, playing with them, reading for them, telling them how to behave and how to not behave, hugging and laughing.
Just like all other moms out there.
But, there were also clothes to wash, house to be cleaned, food to be bought and made (of course most of it home made), partys to be held, a life outside the house to participate in.
If I could join them in an activity (like horse riding) I did that. And I figuered that I could learn them all how to swim, which I didn't manage. I was only one person and couldn't deal with all of them, so one of them didn't get it, didn't crack the swimming code so to speak.
But I tried my very best.
I was a SuperMom and fixed nearly everything, like many of you moms out there.
I realized, luckily before I became too sick, that I had to choose what kind of life I wanted for me and my little family.
So I chose my children and I told them to have very few activities during the week, because I wanted quality and quantity time with them (in a less washed house and with less fancy meals and so on).
My self esteem fell a bit, but just a bit.
SuperMom period was over.
The one that didn't crack the swimming code is still mad at me, she blames me even tho it has gone many years.
So I thought "Being blamed for something, how hurtful can it be?". And yes, it can be very hurtful, deep into your bones.
But, I knew that I took the best choices, at that time, with the circumstances I had to deal with.
And now I can rest in that belief.
Whenever she brings this up she is very surprised when my reaction now is "So what?", and she says "Don't you blame yourself?".
Earlier I blamed myself that I wasn't able to be a SuperMom, and I was hurt when she brought this up.
But now I am happy not to be a sick and stressed out SuperMom. She can't see that yet, but I have experience enough to see that.
I am thankful that there are persons out there who "attack" me, like she does - because it makes me feel, think and rethink, react and evolve.
It can be hurtful to be attacked at the time, but when you have sorted it out you'll come stronger out of all kinds of situations.
Maybe they blame you, but inside they know they are to blame themselves. Let their shit be theirs.
Amen 🙏
FYI; I will make this post private in a while.