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So tired.
I went to the dentist and things should be okay until I go home. She said that the tooth (well the part that is left) is strong and won't fall out. So unless it starts hurting I can wait! I had a big crack in my tooth, which is what caused it.
Work was good. The monkey's were crazy today! They deserve it. They are going through some pretty brutal testing at school right now.
I came home heated and heated up some leftovers. Ben and I watched part of a really good art documentary and I started falling asleep at 9:30. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I made Ben pass me my camera. And that's that.
This photo has been selected for Explore on May 20, 2025.
Povratak starog broda
Ova stara barka dugo je stajala izvan mora. Izmučena burama, udarana valovima, napuštena...
A onda – netko ju je odlučio spasiti. Reparirana, ojačana, ponovno je osjetila dodir mora.
Njezina priča nije samo o brodu – već o ljudima koji vjeruju da ono što vrijedi ne treba baciti.
U pozadini je Šilo, tiho lučko mjesto na otoku Krku, koje se s godinama pretvara u turističku točku. No, i dalje čuva svoju dušu – ako znaš gdje gledati.
📍Šilo, otok Krk
🇸🇮 Slovenski:
Vrnitev stare barke
Dolgo je čakala ob obali, izmučena od burje in udarcev valov, pozabljena...
Nato pa jo je nekdo rešil. Obnovljena, okrepljena, je znova občutila morje.
Njena zgodba ni le zgodba o barki – temveč o ljudeh, ki verjamejo, da se vredne stvari ne zavržejo.
V ozadju je Šilo, majhno pristaniško naselje na otoku Krk, ki se počasi spreminja v turistično točko. A duša kraja ostaja – če veš, kam pogledati.
🇸🇰 Slovenský:
Návrat starej loďky
Dlho stála mimo mora, zničená búrkami, opustená...
A potom ju niekto zachránil. Opravená, spevnená, opäť pocítila slanú vodu.
Nie je to len príbeh loďky – je to príbeh ľudí, ktorí veria, že to, čo má hodnotu, sa nevyhadzuje.
V pozadí je Šilo, malé prístavné mestečko na ostrove Krk, ktoré sa pomaly mení na turistické miesto. No stále si zachováva dušu – ak vieš, kam sa pozerať.
🇨🇿 Čeština:
Návrat staré lodičky
Dlouho stála mimo moře, poznamenaná bouřemi, opuštěná...
A pak ji někdo zachránil. Opravená, zpevněná, znovu pocítila mořskou hladinu.
Není to jen příběh o lodi – je to příběh lidí, kteří věří, že cenné věci se nevyhazují.
V pozadí je Šilo, malé přístavní městečko na ostrově Krk, které se pomalu mění v turistický cíl. Přesto si zachovává svou duši – pokud víš, kam se dívat.
🇭🇺 Magyar:
A régi hajó visszatérése
Sokáig állt a parton, megtépázva a viharoktól, elhagyatva...
Aztán valaki megmentette. Felújították, megerősítették, és újra megérezte a tenger ölelését.
Ez nem csak egy hajó története – ez azoké is, akik hisznek abban, hogy ami értékes, azt nem dobjuk el.
A háttérben Šilo, egy kis kikötőfalu Krk szigetén, amely fokozatosan turisztikai hellyé válik. De a lelke még él – ha tudod, hol keresd.
🇬🇧 English:
The return of the old boat
It stood ashore for years – battered by storms, forgotten...
Then someone gave it a second chance. Restored, strengthened, it felt the sea again.
This is not just a story about a boat – it’s about people who believe that what’s valuable should never be thrown away.
In the background lies Šilo, a small harbour village on the island of Krk, slowly turning into a tourist spot – but its soul remains, if you know where to look.
🇩🇪 Deutsch:
Die Rückkehr des alten Bootes
Lange stand es am Ufer – vom Sturm gezeichnet, vergessen...
Dann hat es jemand gerettet. Restauriert, gestärkt, spürte es erneut das Meer.
Es ist nicht nur die Geschichte eines Bootes – sondern die von Menschen, die glauben, dass Wertvolles nicht weggeworfen werden darf.
Im Hintergrund liegt Šilo, ein kleines Hafenstädtchen auf der Insel Krk, das sich langsam in einen Touristenort verwandelt. Doch seine Seele bleibt – wenn man weiß, wo man hinschauen muss.
🇫🇷 Français:
Le retour du vieux bateau
Il est resté longtemps hors de l'eau – battu par les tempêtes, oublié...
Puis quelqu’un l’a sauvé. Restauré, renforcé, il a de nouveau goûté à la mer.
Ce n’est pas seulement l’histoire d’un bateau – c’est celle des gens qui croient que ce qui a de la valeur ne doit pas être jeté.
En arrière-plan, Šilo, un petit village portuaire sur l’île de Krk, qui devient peu à peu une destination touristique. Mais son âme est toujours là – si l’on sait où regarder.
🇮🇹 Italiano:
Il ritorno della vecchia barca
È rimasta a lungo fuori dall'acqua – segnata dalle tempeste, dimenticata...
Poi qualcuno ha deciso di salvarla. Restaurata, rinforzata, ha risentito il profumo del mare.
Non è solo la storia di una barca – ma di chi crede che ciò che vale non si butta via.
Sul fondo si intravede Šilo, un piccolo villaggio portuale sull’isola di Krk, che si sta trasformando in meta turistica. Ma la sua anima è ancora lì – se sai dove guardare.
🇪🇸 Español:
El regreso del viejo bote
Estuvo mucho tiempo fuera del mar – golpeado por las tormentas, olvidado...
Hasta que alguien decidió salvarlo. Restaurado, fortalecido, volvió a sentir el mar.
No es solo la historia de un bote – es la historia de quienes creen que lo valioso no se debe desechar.
Al fondo se ve Šilo, un pequeño pueblo portuario en la isla de Krk, que poco a poco se convierte en destino turístico. Pero su alma aún vive – si sabes dónde mirar.
This sign was so much cooler at night, all lit up and rainbow-like -- but I never got to stop and take a photo after the lights went down (check out a shot on their site here though).
"New Museum of Contemporary Art building", designed by Japanese architects SANAA.
NYC
"The anodised aluminium mesh exterior covering the building's six stacked rectangular boxes emphasises the ramshackle colour of its Lower East Side surroundings. It provides a great surface for attaching artworks, fridge magnet-style, like the Ugo Rondinone rainbow sign “Hell, Yes!” (2001)."
Things going my way:
~I'm on vacation as of 5:30pm tonight. Weeeeeeee!
~I'm going camping.
~I love my little window nook.
~I'm enjoying this 365. It's cake.
~I'm on vacation. (I may have said that.......)
~I can't begin to actually list. Something about....good friends, good marriage, good weather, bah.
Life is just damn good.
~
Happy Friday! FUTAB!!! like, duh!
TRP - My so Called Life.
Well. This is my life. I have my problems just like the rest of you. But seriously, I try not to fret.
Sure, I'm
A. semi-bored by my (ridiculously good) job.
B.I feel like I'm barely getting by.
C.I have my addictions, that may be contributing to "B."
D. I'm not the greatest person. Who is?
E. A whole buncha things I prefer to accept and not talk about.
But in all things....realization is relentless.
Life is life.
I know I have all the things that matter.
Being broke and accepting I am where I am? Pretty easy to swallow.
I like to enjoy what I have, so maybe if I drink and smoke and that's what I want right now? Fine. I'm gonna do it, and I'm gonna fix it when I get to the point I know I can.
And who is perfect? I could be a better wife, sister, daughter. And I try everyday to be that.
I have the things that money can't buy.
I have close friends, hobbies I do NOT have enough time for, a strong marriage that will last as long as marriages should, and the unending realization that I am only what I am, and I ain't what I ain't.
My so called life. And I'm fine with it.
Random Fact de jour: I just vented. I am shocked if anyone just read that.
Wanna see me being real and dorky, go here! haha. I told ya I would.
Happy weekend everyone!
This next one is the first song on our new album...
www.goear.com/listen/6eacc5c/Jimmy-James-The-Beastie-Boys
<3
[Prints available here]
For the ipod portrait Tuesday group.
I'm home, sick, in bed... and the video iPod has been stuck on the "YES" since someone stepped on my purse, Saturday night.
I want to be back home for a moment. I want it to have just rained an hour ago, enough that it the pavement is blotchy with dark patches, and enough that the ground is a little spongy, so you can tell it's more than that unforgiving slab it seems to be in the winter. I want it to be sunny and chilly. I want to go for a run, a long one, and I want the sun to peek through the leaves and create shadows that dance on the drying cement. I want to feel out of breath and powerful and capable. I want to sweat and feel the wind on the backs of my arms and feel emptied out and fresh. I want my feet to connect with relentless streets, and I want the grass to feel inviting. I might want all this more than I've wanted anything for a while now.
It's strange because usually I'm searching for words that match the photo but this was the opposite. The colors are right, weather is a little off, but overall it feels claustrophobic enough for me.
today was our photoshoot day in this beautiful place! but we need to jet and get out of here to head to the other aunts house BUT I WAS ABLE TO POST MORE IN COMMENTS WOOOOO
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check em out :)
find the peace inside of yourself.
~
What a day, what a week, what a life.
for Peaceful Fridays (thank you Joel. It was a much needed group.)
and TOTW~ Monochromatic Maniacs.
I was in one heck of a hyper mood today.
Thanks to those who spurred it on.
Also, an incredibly sarcastic thanks to Vic, for ABEing a photo from my early 365days, from April 2008. That would be that horrid, cheesy, pink picture on my stream below this.
That said, it's clear to me how much I've grown in the past year or so. Both photographically, and as a person.
I have many of you, my dear Flickr friends, to thank for both of those facts.
I have learned levels of myself through all of you.
So. thank you. xoxo
Random Fact du jour: I'm officially almost out of eye liner. Peace out, yo. ;-)
Oh yes.. <3 So, I decided to start collection BA needlers! :D Yestarday I got 7 because my friend ordered for me :)
Looking for:
camo
chrome
and other non production colors :3
Somebody pulled a delightfully subversive move and hung this near one of the stages. It is the Leather Pride flag. I love it, since those of us in the various kink communities have had trouble gaining full acceptance as a legitimate sexual minority in the LGBTQIA+ community, even though we have experienced the same stigma, discrimination, harassment and fear. We, too, as the saying and song goes, were born this way. I want to remind people of a basic mathematical truth: you cannot have a continuum of asexual to allosexual with allosexual being “average sexuality,” unless you also recognize kink. An average requires deviations on both sides (and I mean “deviations” in the mathematical, not the judgemental, sense).
One more thing: I’ve often seen kink conflated with abuse. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The practice of kink requires consensuality and open communication. In fact, research has shown that couples engaged in the kink lifestyle tend to have better, healthier communication than normies.
You will notice a remarkable similarity between this flag and mine -- the foot fetish flag.
The New Museum—designed by the Tokyo partners Kazuyo Sejima and Ryue Nishizawa, who are jointly known as Sanaa—comes not to mourn Ye Olde Bouwerie, or even to sanitize it, but to contribute to its legacy of inspired idiosyncrasy. Sidle up to the museum and the hard edges soften, hazed by the mesh stretched over each surface like a fishnet stocking made of chain mail. It’s a hide of aluminum scored by teeth that have plunged through and yanked, opening rows of symmetrical wounds. Sexy and defiant in this see-through armature, the museum challenges passersby to call it a freak, thereby earning a spot as a genuine New York institution.
From text by Justin Davidson at nymag.com/arts/architecture/reviews/41267/.
Takes Polaroid 100 film, has a rechargeable flash battery, and a built-in development timer.
Basically, a Colorpack on steroids.
The New Museum is New York City's only museum devoted exclusively to contemporary art from around the world. Established in 1977, the museum opened the doors of its new home at 235 Bowery, an almost unreal architectural intervention that playfully adopts the haphazard, disjointed character of SoHo and the Lower East Side.
Designed by Tokyo-based firm Sejima + Nishizawa/SANAA and the New York-based firm Gensler.
The architects "developed a skin made of expanded metal mesh set an inch and a half in front of corrugated aluminum panels. Although the aluminum mesh is an industrial standard, the architects expanded its proportions beyond anything commercially available and gave it an anodized finish. The result is a building dressed in a metal-mesh stocking, exuding a slightly hazy sexiness that’s neither too classy nor too trashy for the new Lower East Side."
"Its off-kilter arrangement of stacked boxes alludes to a moment of instability—in New York’s cultural scene, economic future, and demographic mix." (archrecord.construction.com)
New Museum,. really nice presence in the situation. Placed in between the older city structure. But dissapointed by the inside, the spatial structure....
The New Museum is New York City's only museum devoted exclusively to contemporary art from around the world. Established in 1977, the museum opened the doors of its new home at 235 Bowery, an almost unreal architectural intervention that playfully adopts the haphazard, disjointed character of SoHo and the Lower East Side.
Designed by Tokyo-based firm Sejima + Nishizawa/SANAA and the New York-based firm Gensler.
The architects "developed a skin made of expanded metal mesh set an inch and a half in front of corrugated aluminum panels. Although the aluminum mesh is an industrial standard, the architects expanded its proportions beyond anything commercially available and gave it an anodized finish. The result is a building dressed in a metal-mesh stocking, exuding a slightly hazy sexiness that’s neither too classy nor too trashy for the new Lower East Side."
"Its off-kilter arrangement of stacked boxes alludes to a moment of instability—in New York’s cultural scene, economic future, and demographic mix." (archrecord.construction.com)
Grand Opening Day at the New Museum of Contemporary Art (NewMoCA), Bowery, Manhattan, New York.
This picture is part of my book "Guess Where in New York?" Check it out here at Blurb or watch it as a movie on Youtube.
The New Museum of Contemporary Art, Bowery St, Manhattan/New York.
Architects: Kazuyo Sejima and Ryue Nishizawa / SANAA
Installation on facade: «Hell, Yes!» by Ugo Rondinone, 2001
First of all, I apologize to my peeps here on Flickr, I haven't had the time to bring my camera around, and also haven't really figured out how to upload photos from my stupid/smart phone to the site. Yes. I'm a bit slow. Shddup.! o_O But that doesn't mean I was ignoring you. I also haven't had a day off since early December. I will make more time this year.
2012 was a tough pill to swallow. Many sacrifices, losses, compromises... While a few of us on the beach waited for the first Sun to come up on Newyears day, I looked back . What I did right, what I did wrong.. I began getting a bit blue.
Then there was this guy. Unlike the rest of us, he is out here, like any other morning, Surf fishing from the beach. Does he catch anything? No. maybe, sometimes. Does he quit? No. Does it matter whether it's unseasonably cold or raining, or drunk people are having sex on the beach?? Nope. Nothing changes his game. Is he happy? Oh hellyes! He has a smile on his face the entire time.
I guess what I learned from observing this man is that you may not get what you hope for in life, but for fuck sake, have fun and never give up until you do. Once you achieve it, Go GET SOME MORE! There are plenty of fish out there ;D
Thank you, wise one. I will
made for Taff1973 as part of the latest Phat Quarter swap. the theme was "Zen". I swear it makes sense in my brain.
inspired by the dancing QRIO robots in the video for the song "Hell Yes" by Beck.
I came out of orbit today. Fucking broke the sound barrier and then some. 1.375" O.D. radius seat tubes in house with the ability to offer 30.9mm dropper posts now. Beyond STOKED. It took me well over a year to get this right. And now it is. GET SOME.
aguardando ansiosamente >< montagem tão amadora, I KNOW :\ mas foi o que deu pra fazer. não gosto mto da Megan, mas ela ahazou com vigor nesse filme! fact.