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Sometimes he could show a glimpse of him if he was in that social mood.
Often he stayed hidden from the light and I think he loved to live in the shadows.
This day..he was doing some music with the dark tones of stones and wood.
I really enjoyed it a lot..
For me he is that true esscence of extraterrestrials that have still got the charm...
©hajlana
there is a vintage trailer on the hillside above these barns that i have always slowed down to take a look. the barns are ok, but i really like that trailer! on sunday's drive i pulled over to take a look at the trailer sitting so invitingly. i was trying to figure out if i can climb the fence and get close to it.
there is a cowboy type sitting in a white pick-up truck on the other side of the road so i hollered across the road and asked him if he knew who the trailer belonged to.
sure he said, it belonged to him.
hold on i said. don't go anywhere, and i pulled across the road to have a little chat.
he thought i was nuts cause i wanted to photograph the trailer. (he lives on the TOP of the mountain in a very cool house.)
but he was quite nice and asked me if i was sure i didn't mean the barns.
no, i meant the trailer which turns out to be a 1959 marlette. he got the funniest little smirk on his face - and sure, if you want to photograph the trailer, go for it.
well, all of the stuff, actually, i said. so he let me drive up his gated road and i ended up with this shot that i like better than my trailer shots which are mostly documentary in scope.
afterwards i stopped back by his truck (he was waiting for company so they wouldn't miss the approach to his mountaintop home) to say thanks.
some people just don't get it, that us artiste types see the world differently. he just thought i was weird and funny.
but i'll bet he would pay $$$ to have this fabulous image hanging on his wall!
or not, there are no horses or cows in it.
enough chatter rsg, post the pic!
textures by: ninian lif, paul grande, me
Baku is known nowadays for it's amazing modern architecture, and seems to be starting to head the Dubai route. There are some striking examples, and several more in the construction phase (the Flame towers, and Crescent Moon building). This complex was designed by Zaha Hadid and completed in 2012. It houses a library, a conference hall and a museum. It is dedicated to former president Heydar Aliyev who ruled the country in the early nineties in their fresh years of independence. Heydar Alijev is quite the national hero because every city we visited seemed to have at least 3 things named after him; a park, a street and a museum.
The flowing shape is the building is supposedly inspired by his signature but locals also say it was inspired by the up-blowing skirt of Marilyn Monroe in her most famous picture pose..
[#8 on explore 04/05/17]
When you are shopping and you see a sexy man walk by!
Wearing:
Top: Cold Ash
Necklace: Mandala
Glasses: Sorgo
Hair: Doux
Beard: Deadwool
Rings: Vista Animations
As we fondly remembered him in "The Prisoner". and as he would say...
I'm not a number...I'm a free man."
Tell that to someone who lives in China,Russia,North Korea.Iran etc...you know all the best holiday destinations. :-)
So who was Number 1 then?
”Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.“
John 14:6 ESV
I heat up and I, I can't come down
I swear I'm spinning I'm on a merry go round
And I picked up a joy to my face
My heart beats faster than the regular pace and
I'm not sure of what it is
I asked my mother to help me with it
And she said daughter you've reached a jones
And that's pure loving so carry on
Come to my place
You know I'll be waiting for you
Cause I really need you so
You know I'll be waiting for you
Be on your way
You know I'll be waiting for you
And we can handle it real slow
You know I'll be waiting for you
You keep me thirsty licking my lips
I'm hungry for you to please my hips
And don't stop there prepare to sweat
I'm getting hotter and you ain't made it here yet
So won't you hurry make no haste
Cause you're the fruit I, I long to taste
And just in case I start before you reach me first
I've unlatched the door
Photo taken by Manfred Kaffine and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
ca. 1970
G-AVYB
Hawker Siddeley HS-121 Trident 1E
Channel Airways
2136
G-AVYB is taxiing to Riem’s runway 25 for take-off. This Trident was noted here with Channel Airways several times in 1970 (15 February, 20 June, 14 July), and later with Northeast Airlines (25 March 1972, 18 August 1972) and British Airways (initially in basic Northeast colours, January 1975).
Information from flickr - thanks to heathrow junkie:
G-AVYB c/n 2136 - Trident 1E - delivered new to Channel Airways in March 1968, after just a couple of years the aircraft went to Northeast Airlines in November 1970. Incorporated into the British Airways fleet six years later, the aircraft flew with BA for just four more years, before being withdrawn in August 1980. Sadly, 'YB ended up being broken up in the BA maintenance area at London Heathrow in May 1981.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/G-AVYB/813045
This airframe as G-AVYB with Northeast Airlines at LHR in 1972:
www.flickr.com/photos/131595817@N05/16914230160
This airframe as G-AVYB with British Airways at DUB in August 1980 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/namcys11/5619881853
G-AVYB being broken up at LHR in May 1981:
www.flickr.com/photos/heathrowjunkie/21571728753
Scan from Kodak medium-format (6x6 cm) slide, cropped to 3:2 aspect ratio.
Robbie im Gefängnis. Wartend, dass seine Schwester kommen möge.
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You already know him. It's Robbie, long ago he had landed the biggest coup, with his sister together. They had stolen the art painting by William Turner and blundered a high ransom sum – what they anyway as a legitimate inheritance, but they could not prove this fact (but that's another story ...). Unfortunately, Robbie was so broke that he spent something of his money too soon and was caught unfortunately. Since then, he has been sitting behind bars – staring at the dirt of the barred glass and the bubbles in the glass turning into dream bubbles – in yearning expectation that his sister saves him. Will she be able to free him?
As a reminder look at:
www.flickr.com/photos/148614497@N06/24952866498
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Ihr kennt ihn bereits. Es ist Robbie, vor langer Zeit hatte er den größten Coup gelandet, mit seiner Schwester zusammen. Sie hatten das Kunstgemälde von William Turner gestohlen und eine hohe Lösegeldsumme ergaunert – was ihnen sowieso als rechtmäßiges Erbe zustand, sie diesen Tatbestand aber nicht beweisen konnten (aber das ist eine andere Geschichte... ). Leider war Robbie so pleite, dass er zu früh etwas von seinem Anteil ausgegeben hat und leider geschnappt wurde. Seitdem sitzt er hinter Gittern – und starrt auf den Dreck der vergitterten Scheiben und die Blasen im Glas werden zu Traumblasen – in sehnsüchtiger Erwartung, dass ihn seine Schwester rette. Wird sie ihn befreien können?
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Ingredients: wired glass from a demolished gym, origin socialist manufacturing (VEB). Recycled by us as window and furniture glass. I found this dirty rest in a small container in our garden corner. Figure from a Kinder-Surprise egg.
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Zutaten: Drahtglas einer abgerissenen Turnhalle, Ursprung sozialistische Fertigung (VEB). Von uns als Fenster- und Möbelglas recycelt. Diesen verschmutzte Rest habe ich in einem kleinen Container in unserer Gartenecke gefunden… Figur aus einem Kinder-Überraschungsei.
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#MacroMondays 2018 / February 05 / #Monochrome
/ HMM to everyone!
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Nikon Micro-Nikkor-P / 1:3.5 / 55 mm
On Explore - March 14, 2022 - Thanks to all my Flickr friends!
Windy morning and young friendly Robin! I didn't chase him he followed me! and he gave me this lovely pose! I hope you like it.
Exactly 6 years later, I swapped my Nikon 200 - 500mm f/5.6 lens with a lightweight 500mm f/5.6 PF (Phase Fresnel)
The obvious advantage of the 500 PF is weight savings as well as smaller size for better handling.Time will tell with the photo quality whether it is worth the wait or not.
Due to my background as a black and white analog photojournalist, I keep abreast of technology changes. Every new model or technical change needs time.
While writing these lines, my first digital camera experience 20 years ago is from the days of Nikon D100, today Advantages of mirrorless cameras 45.7- megapixels shoot with the full-frame the new flagship camera Nikon Z9.
This is an incredible technological advance. I have been using Nikon D850 for about 1.5 years. It is a professional level, 45.7 megapixel, full-frame workhorse.
How long will the Nikon D850 hold this position as a DSLR, it already has a question mark. Nikon rumors are swirling at the moment to give us an idea of where the brand will go next?
Thank you so much for visiting my stream, whether you comments , favorites or just have a look.
I appreciate it very much, wishing the best of luck and good light.
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Lens - hand held - Monopod and SPORT VR on. Aperture is f6.3 and full length. All my images have been converted from RAW to JPEG.
I started using Monopod on long walks. Here is my Carbon Monopod details : Really Right Stuff MH-01 Monopod Head with Standard Lever - Release Clamp - Nikon 500mm f5.6E PF ED VR AF-S Lens, fitted Really Right Stuff LCF-11 Replacement Foot and Gitzo GM2542 Series 2 4S Carbon Monopod.
Thanks for stopping and looking :)
We could see him coming down the boardwalk and expected him to jump into the marsh but no way. He continued down the walkway and ran by within a foot of me. Not knowing a lot about minks I was a little concerned about him coming so close but he kept on going.
A LITTLE BIT WILD ... !!! ;-)
For "Rubby Ferreira" (Flickr member)
www.dailymotion.com/video/x19949h
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Alain Bashung : "Osez Joséphine" .
Thank you , my friends , for your visits ...
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I have been weeks away from this man. I met him when Sheree and I were in Rhode Island. He was standing at the top of an escalator, pointing a camera at us.
I grew to love him in the period of four days. I grew to love him like a true friend.
Let me tell you a little about Brian. I tread carefully, because I don't want to betray any confidences. But Brian is utterly devoted to his wife Gina...which speaks volumes to me. It simply means that we understand each other...and the core values that rule our hearts.
Brian has undergone a (an?) horrific disease. It has cost him all senses of taste. But he can still smell and when he smells he remembers the way it used to taste and he is content with that. When he packed a lunch for Sheree and me on the train, he included a note. I never even got notes in my lunchbox from my mother.
I loved talking to him and I loved hearing what he thought about everything from the burial of Ted Kennedy to the plight of street people. Frankly, I miss him.
I think of Gina calling him to the computer, to read to him these things. I can see the room in my mind's eye. I know it well.
It makes me smile because I know as he hears them that our friendship is cemented. Brian: I think of you often. And I miss you. So there.
Here he is standing looking out at the ocean. I wonder what he is thinking.
I promised not to show his face...but I think this image shows the heart of my friend in Rhode Island.
Even after all these days, the impression he has left on my heart is as indelible as ink. I look forward to sitting quietly with you again, Brian, sipping a beer and listening to our wives talking happily together upstairs...and knowing all is well in their worlds.
He doesn't photograph stuff...but he helps those of us who do. So say hello to a hero of mine. His name is Brian.
Be well, dear friend.
I found the sympathy cards written to my mother last year. Among many other things, many people wrote that knowing him was the experience of a lifetime. I realized that so many people were really mourning the loss of him. I thought I would be past this by now but I still have the feeling that something just isn't right.
Enjoying the Weather POO cat sitting on the deck rail observing his surroundings, he loves outdoors and spends as much time there as he can. It makes him happy, he patrols the grounds of about 4 houses and the woods next to me, he does what he wants and my nearby neighbors treat him like there own, a spoiled rotten wannabe Ferrel cat!
Showing his war face.
I read about these birds. They are supposed to come out at dawn and dusk, are shy and reclusive. Not so much. This character was walking up and down a sidewalk next to the pond A couple walked right by him as I was shooting and swore under my breath that they would chase off my quarry like so many civilians have done but that bird refused to retreat. He walked back and forth right in front of me and even nabbed a fish in a quick precision move. He was quite the character.
18 Seconds ~ Sound on.
The Old Inventor employed this Interpreter during his travels to one of the outlying planets in his time travel machine. The Old Inventor told him about our October Holidays, and he willingly obliged to shape-shift his appearance for the occasion.
The pelicans teased me the whole Memorial Day weekend. Even though, I panned this one, he still almost got away......man, they are fast.
I have been trying for years to catch a good picture of one of these little guys. Over the years I have seen a number, but have never before been able to catch a clean shot. They are fast and elusive and often hide out in dense foliage... but on this day I came across this PM that was out in the open foraging around, and for about 5 minutes he seemed to care less about my presence... giving me the privilege of getting a number of shots of him during that time period.
All comments are appreciated.
I got 6 boyz, ill keep their original name for the moment.
L to R: Cameron, Cade, Koby, Eitan, Dylan and Victor, I named him Victor coz I have 2 Cade, so I changed it to Victor, named after my favorite Spice Girl, Victoria Beckham! Lols.
I was too lazy to change their clothes.
A completely posed picture - from sliding him around on the floor to get him where and how I wanted him, to the tilt of his head and the direction of his gaze.
A posing natural - at least that's how I remember it.
I could check through the oldest pictures and see if memory serves, I suppose, but some part of me likes thinking of him as perfect.
It's been a rough couple weeks, with the thought of him having cancer hanging over our heads (he didn't).
Here's hoping we have many more years of happy photo shoots ahead of us.
Our Daily Challenge - June 3, 2020 - With Age Comes...
... understanding - for both the model and the photographer.
366:2020 - #159
100x in 2020: #35
My resolution for the new year was to stop eating chocolate. I have failed miserably already. The more I try the more I want to eat it. This thing is gonna kill me.
Minha resolucao para o ano novo era parar de comer chocolate. Ja falhei miseravelmente. Quanto mais eu tento nao comer mais eu quero.
Esse vicio ira me matar.
Photo taken by Wilhelm Hell, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
September 1988
EC-EFX "Bluebird I"
Boeing 757-2G5
23118 / 36
LTE International
EC-EFX is taxiing to Riem’s runway 25 for take-off. Basic LTS Süd colours, but with a dark blue tail.
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to Ole Johan Beck:
First flight April 5th 1984 and delivered new to Lufttransport Süd-LTS May 25th 1984 as D-AMUR. October 10th 1987 EC-EFX rr LTE International Airlines transferred. 1992 EC-EFX repainted to the red LTU colours, still with LTE titles. October 6th 2000 EC-HQV rr LTE. July 10th 2003 EC-HQV Volar Airlines. April 2004 wfu and stored at Opa Locka, USA. Broken up there in October 2004.
It holds the dubious distinction of being the first Boeing 757 to be broken up! (Ken Fielding on flickr)
Detailed history of this airframe (in German):
www.ltu-flugzeuge.de/geschichtederflugzeuge/boeing-b757/
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/EC-EFX/529625
This airframe as EC-HQV with LTE at MAN in September 2001 (later red colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/kenfielding/33133538341
EC-HQV with LTE at BRS in May 2003 (no titles):
www.flickr.com/photos/gary_morris/50714566832
EC-HQV with Volar Airlines at PMI in February 2004 (basic LTE colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/57646436@N06/34615133505
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
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Rest in Peace Aaron
Thought I'd update you on the latest member of my furry 4-legged family - little hammie's been with me just over a week now. I named him "Pippin" (after the hobbit in Lord of the Rings, it just suited him - he's an adventurous little thing!). I'm so pleased with how well he's settled in... I'd been told in the shop he wasn't yet tame and worried he'd be shy. However, whoever bred him handled him well (or he's just an exceptionally confident little hammie!) cause from the start he's been a happy and nosy little character... After 24hrs, I started stroking him, then a little while later, gently scooping him up in my hands]. At first, he scurried off quickly, but now he will happily sit or walk over my hands for a few minutes at a time. He's never once tried to bite or anything :)
He goes out for little adventures each evening in his ball. Of course it's hard to tell with such a tiny creature but I think he really enjoys the explorations around our downstairs. He rolls up and down the hall, the living room and the kitchen, stopping only to sniff an interesting item in his path, give his face a quick wash... or, to investigate Barney!! I'd originally planned to keep dog and hamster apart, particularly when Pippin was in his ball - as Barney is ball obsessed and also a hunter of voles when we're on walks (albeit a very ineffective one!). However as Pip likes to roll everywhere on the ground floor, it wasn't really feasible, so I've taught Barney to be very quiet and calm when Pip's rolling around.
After one quiet but firm "settle down" from me, (he looked a bit too interested on the first evening) he has been good as gold. He actually tries to keep away from Pippin but there's no escape! Pip will spy Barney from up the hall and make a beeline straight for the big dog. He will then sit right up against Barney, sniffing at his paws and fur with obvious interest. Pippin doesn't seem scared, he's happy to groom right next to either dog and doesn't freeze or try and run off... In fact, if I move him away, he often rolls straight back to Barney! Barney lies quietly, deliberately not looking at the hammie and gently moving his paws out the way from time to time. Don't like everything the "Dog Whisperer" says but to use his phrase, Barney's the model of a dog in a "calm, submissive state". Obviously, I wouldn't leave them alone though, it's nice they seem to be co-existing but I wouldn't want Pippin to get hurt...
Anyway, Pippin seems happy in his new home, the dogs have accepted him and he's being very friendly and confident. All going very well really, now, if I can just clicker train him to pose for the camera.... ;-) Haha, will try getting some nicer pics soon, maybe of the odd pair together, reminds me of Bolt and Rhino (if you've seen "Bolt", you'll know what I'm talking about!)
Caught this little guy in mid-jump in the backyard. He's staying very still so I can't see him. He's doing a very good job, don't ya think?
Kangerlussuaq Airport
Kangerlussuaq Airport is the former Sondrestrom Air Base, and now serves as the “hub” for Air Greenland (which boasts one Airbus A330, seven Dash-8’s, and 21 helicopters). The town exists to support the airport, repurposing the former air bases buildings and infrastructure.
My recent trip to Greenland was my first time ever getting a chance to see the aurora. And while we got a smidge of a sighting on the main part of the trip, the weather skunked us.
But, on the return trip from Ilullisat to Copenhagen, I had a layover in Kangerlussuaq, with one more chance to see the lights. I hung out at the airport with several friends who were delayed on their flights, then headed to my pre-planned hostel for the night. While walking to the hostel on the south side of the airport, I noted that the sky was clear, and the air crisp - just right for aurora, right? I told my one remaining travel-mate that I'd come and get him if the skies opened up, and we both headed off to bed.
So, just before I tucked in, I stuck my head out the back door, and BOOM!, there it was!!! I ran down the hall, and pounded on his door, demanded that he hurry up, and I grabbed my gear, mittens, and hat, and ran out the back door.
The hostel is adjacent to the airport... oh, holy cow, bright lights everywhere...not the best conditions at all. But we jogged 1/4 mile down the backroad, tried to find a light shadow and hoped for the best.
How many cars do you think there are in Kangerlussuaq, a town with 500 residents? Well, I can tell you EVERY ONE of them came down this road while we were here. At one point, we wondered if the townsfolk were playing a joke on us and had telephoned each other to "Drive down the dead-end road behind the airport. There's tourists there".
Two hours, standing in sub-zero temps, marveling at the sky, and laughing at the cars.
Embrace the challenges. What a night.
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After a 3 day absence...:Flash" came home again...I think he was out looking for a "Special Mate "...lol...we got up to 4 inches of new snow also...I was down taking photos of him...and I always talk to my friend...If my neighbors see me by the brushpile..in the woods...(what appears to them that I am talking to myself)....I am afraid they may call "The Crazy Bus "...to "Happy Hollow "....lol....
Below...Snooping for more "Freebies."...and his "Brushpile"....
ID Number: P06003.001
Place made: Unknown
The photograph was probably taken in Australia, pre-embarkation, sometime between 1915 and 1918.
Featured in the Memorial's 2008 exhibition Icon and Archive, the identity of this striking-looking man is not known and the Memorial had a lot of responses from people with possible identifications, none of which have been him.
Rights Info: No known copyright restrictions.
This photograph is from the Australian War Memorial's collection www.awm.gov.au
Persistent URL: cas.awm.gov.au/photograph/P06003.001