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Here's what happened: I was a prisoner on Castaway Island--sad and forlorned--when a private Helicopter showed up out of nowhere. This sleek looking Italian guy got out and eyed me head to toe. That wasn't very nice: I already knew I looked and smelled bad. I big-eyed him back.
I couldn't understand his language very well but when he rubbed his fingers together (the international symbol for money) I knew exactly what he meant. The next thing I knew I was in Milan being shoved down a runway for some guy named Gucci. Now that is making lemonade out of lemons! Yesterday's starving look* is today's money making emaciated model look. They promised me burgers after the show...a big platter full, and I doubt if the other models will go near them. They also gave me the gold leather-embossed iPod case that I modeled...and the iPod!
Here's the music I had on the Catwalk: Express Yourself
Oh, and I guess I'm going to be on Make Me A Supermodel next season.
Ask him for one!
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Very colorful design with avatar poses and oooh light trails! Swirly vectors too!
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Most of the focus is spent on the mother and her newborn baby because it was her who gave birth, nursed the baby, etc. But the father also has a very strong, yet different connection to their child.
I remember a moment like this with my own child; just being able to touch, feel and experience his breath on me and just being so proud. A wave of thoughts of teaching him to ride a bike, going hiking, telling stories at night, the adventures of parenthood, seeing him graduate, seeing him off to preschool, college… all in this very instant of holding him close to me. You realize that everything you’ve made of yourself, all of your possessions, all of your accomplishments… none of that is as important as this. Suddenly you feel a huge sense of responsibility and obligation to teach this child everything you know, to protect him and to see he has the best life possible in front of him.
I don’t know what Eddie was thinking here with his 9-day old son Enrique, but his subtle expression helped me realize that being a parent isn’t just a responsibility, it’s a privilege. And I thank God every time I get to see my kids and play with them, discipline them, and even wasting time with them is time well spent.
Caught him just before take-off, looking like he was going to capture some prey...but then again, they usually look pretty fierce, even if they're just sitting there. It's just second nature. I had a great day selling my work at the Sechelt Farmer's Market yesterday...it's always fun to talk to people about their experiences with wildlife and I usually get some good tips about where to find certain birds and animals.
Enjoy your Sunday!
I met him down on
San Julian just east of 6th
in downtown, which is
in the sorry heart of
Skid Row, where hundreds
upon hundreds of homeless
souls come to live on
these streets, kept alive
by the chain of
missions in the area that
feed and clothe them.
Zanf had a yard-sale
of sorts going on - right
on the corner of the street-
odd items, like toilet paper
rolls, canned soup,
a flashlight, a tiny flag,
a bag of chips, a
dog-eared paperback,
all spread out on a
red plaid blanket
on the street.
On this hot day he was
dressed in many layers
with a long orange blanket
wrapped around and many
coats and necklaces
and scarves. I took several
photos of him, of which this
is my favorite.
Built for the Imperium der Steine MOC Olympics, round 2. My theme for this round was "dark side of the force".
This is one of the pivotal moments in Anakin crossing over to the dark side. He doesn't know it at the time, but in this scene he is killing Darth Sidious' apprentice, making way for him to take his place, exactly like the Emperor is trying to get Luke to do in the OT. Palpatine is not doing a very good job camouflaging his dark intentions in this scene, but Obi-Wan is conveniently knocked out and thus unable to notice and stop Anakin.
I initially tried to include a larger area of the room in my build, as I wanted to include at least the bottom part of the stairs they walk down, and leave some more space for Obi-Wan, but I had to cut it down a bit as I couldn't fit it all on 32x32. It was also very important to me from the start to be able to show the battle going on outside with the use of some micro spaceships, so I had to leave some room for those behind the windows.
I'm very happy about how my micro spaceships turned out (can you recognize them all?) and also the curved floor leading up to where Palpatine is sitting.
The change from Daylight Saving Time back to Standard Time has been a source of consternation for the cats as I try to shift their feeding times an hour later. It is expressed with counter stalking and dramatic licking of the scoop that I use to dole out portions of dry food--as if to say "I am on the brink of starvation".
I can not get them to understand the concept. :D
This is Jimmy (in front) with Muse passing behind him.
I see him rolling - I hate him.
I see him running - I hate him too!
Why is that silly bird so awfully fast?!
Meep-meep!
Toy Project Day 2206
I have seen a White-eyed Vireo only once before 2 years ago. Normally staying south of the Great Lakes, this is an uncommon visitor to S. Ontario. It took 6 visits to our Sedgewick Forest wood lot before I finally saw him.
Ormund Baratheon, the Lord of Storms end.
Meet him & others at Reign of Dragons!
Find Lore information & more: reignofdragons.net
Open now - Taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bleak%20Isles/157/239/2501
Photo taken by Theo Kastner and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
1973-05-31 (31 May 1973)
TF-LLI "City of Diekirch"
Canadair CL-44J
39
Cargolux
TF-LLI is taxiing to Riem’s runway 25 for take-off. Noted here on 2 June 1972, 31 May 1973 and 12 April 1977.
Information from airliners.net - thanks to Richard Vandervord:
The last CL-44, built as a D4-8 and FF as CF-SEE-X in 3.65, but by 11.65 converted to stretched 'J' model. To Loftleidir as TF-LLI, wheels up landing at JFK in 9.69 but not repaired due to insurance dispute till sold to Cargolux and repaired at LAX in 1971. To Aero Uruguay as CX-BJV 12.77 and Cargosur 11.78. Lsd to AECA of Ecuador. Became HK-3148X in 10.84 with Aeronorte, then SAEP, Tampa and LASA; w/o during emergency return to Barranquilla on 6.47.88 after no.4 engine failure on climbout.
Additional information from Eric Dumigan on Instagram:
Canadair’s CL-44J, a stretched version of Canadair’s CL-44, is the largest aircraft ever produced in Canada. Four of the aircraft were built for Loftleidir Icelandic Airlines for passenger service. The CL-44J featured a 10 ft. fuselage extension in front of the wing and a five foot extension behind the wing which gave an increased passenger capacity from 160 passengers to 188.
Detailed history of this airframe:
www.cl44.com/cl44/prodlist/serial39.htm
Accident report:
aviation-safety.net/wikibase/326517
TF-LLI with Loftleidir at LUX in May 1966:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/8/1/3/0479318.jpg
TF-LLI with Cargolux at MXP in June 1976 (larger titles):
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/2/4/8/1840842.jpg
This airframe as CX-BJV with Aero Uruguay ca. late 1970s:
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/33675251584
This airframe as N4998S with Cargosur at MIA in March 1979:
www.flickr.com/photos/steelhead2010/53551529320
N4998S with TAISA Air Cargo at MIA in 1982:
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/51654344361
N4998S with AECA Carga at MIA in 1982 (white tail):
www.flickr.com/photos/191692050@N04/54184753696
This airframe as HK-3148X with Lineas Aereas Suramericanas at MIA ca. 1986:
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/44017227980
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Titus van Rijnstraat 11/08/2025 16h23
Street art Frankey gives the city small inconspicuous surprises. Sometimes quite large, sometimes very small. Every week a photo with one of his recent works appears in the supplement to the newspaper Het Parool. A great opportunity to take a closer look at his work. Sometimes you have to search to find it and sometimes it is already gone.
Like the Italian street artist Clet Abraham. Frankey uses traffic signs more often than ever before. There's nothing wrong with that, but the idea is borrowed.
Here on the Titus van Rijnstraat, a kind of service road of the Cornelis Lelylaan.
WILE E. COYOTE
Titus van Rijnstraat, Amsterdam Nieuw-West (NL)
July 2025 (Het Parool 19/07/2025)
Streetart Frankey
Streetart Frankey (pseudonym of Frank de Ruwe) is a Dutch artist who wants to positively influence the street scene with relatively small and often inconspicuous works of art.
He grew up in Nijmegen, father was an inventor at Philips Netherlands. He studied at Delft University of Technology (Industrial design). In daily life director of and working for design collective Natwerk. In Amsterdam, many of his works in the street art category can be found on buildings, streets and bridges, often in addition to existing building elements. He himself about his work;
"I want to push boundaries. Art has no boundaries, that's why I like it so much."
In 2019, a special page has been dedicated to his art in Het Parool for a number of years; first he took care of that section himself, later he had to leave that work to others because of busy work. A little later his work Eberhard van der Laan appeared above the entrance of Paradiso.
One of the works that inspired him is the Boomzagertje in the Leidsebosje, a work by an as yet unknown artist.
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A kitty we fostered for a short period of time. He was taken from his mother early, and was taken by someone unable to care for him,. He was left to hide in a closet starving. He was taken as the owner was threatening to throw him in the garbage. So tragic, but he has quite the loving home now and even from the time we had him he was getting quite rambunctious.
Yes Come Let Us Adore HIM...
OH! Come Let Us Adore HIM...
For My Friends, He Sure Does Adore YOU...
From My Humble Abode To Yours ...
Once Again, Merry Christmas ... Cindy Lou
PS ... Just In Case I Was NOT Back On Line A Few DAYS,
I Wanted To Wish You ALL The Merriest Happiest Christmas OF 2015 .... Cindy
MERRY CHRISTMAS FLICKR FRIENDS ... Cindy In TN
Photo taken by Theo Kastner and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
1976-02-29 (29 February 1976)
F-BTDL
Sud SE-210 Caravelle VI-R
136
Euralair
F-BTDL was occasionally seen at Riem in the early 1970s and also operated several flights into Fürstenfeldbruck Air Base used as a relief airport for Riem during the 1972 Summer Olympics. This time, it had arrived on 27 February 1976 and left on 29 February 1976 - the day British Airways B747 G-AWNP was also noted at the airport.
Information from airliners.net (thanks to Richard Vandervord):
Originally intended for TWA, the first airline operator of this Caravelle was in fact Austrian who registered her as OE-LCU. To Euralair 1.72 and became F-BTDL, then sold to Air Martinique in 3.80 as F-OGJD. Bought by TAC Colombia 3.81 and airline renamed Aerocesar; to LAS 8.89 and last recorded as stored at Panama City in 12.93, presumed scrapped there.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/F-BTDL/908302
This airframe as OE-LCU with Austrian Airlines at SZG in August 1971:
www.planepictures.net/a/120/52/1362613979.jpg
Note Nomads Travel Club's Electra N836E in the background - it also visited Riem in August 1971:
www.flickr.com/photos/161645265@N08/46663364485
This airframe as F-OGJD with Air Martinique:
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/36448335510
This airframe as HK-2597X with Lineas Aereas Suramericanas in March 1992:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/5/4/3/1505345.jpg
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN – SEE YOU SOON <3
“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.”
- Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkKKzTYIe3Q
MONSTER MASH – BOBBY “BORIS” PICKETT
A TALE FOR HALLOWE'EN
Haunted by the past
shadow weavers spin a grisly path
bloodshed ripened by the burning laughter
cackling; cawing birds with blackened plumage
sit amongst the great oaks circled like ancient stones
pondering; deliberating;
coaxing thoughts from secret innocent brains
spitting; spilling intestinal,
twisted columns like engorged worms
emerge from rounded tors
where tombstones fall in all their lost directions
point like arrows to distance lands
where once they came on voyages bound
for incoming tides; lapping
and supping like thirsty dogs worked on the lands
salting sea dogs; march like Marsh frogs; croaking;
encroaching in their hordes
green as slime from slurry pits
and stinking; stench invading nostrils;
hopping crops to miss the circles where creatures from
another realm have mystified the hoi polloi for centuries;
eventually the stories fell to urban myths
and historic notions hid the truth
that Hallowe'en is an intelligent invention;
an intervention to prevent our troubled pasts
from catching up on us and suffocating slowly all our pre-conditioned thoughts
and cognitive behavioural patterns,
yet still we seek the darkness on this, some say, sacred night
and others hide within their homesteads;
sprinkled salt to every step and window sill;
they sit in fear in dim-lit candlelight;
ready to be blown out at any given moment
when chance or fate brings strangers thereabouts
to wrap sharply on the knockers on their wooden doors
and as they shiver beneath the old iron bedstead
and scrunch their eyes tight shut;
a primal squeeze of distant recognition
springs sharply piercing to their memories
and all the compartmental little shutters laying dormant
within their harrowed minds; awaken now; stir times
from ancient burial grounds where stones rock in their cradles
deep beneath the earth;
disinterred they fall and crash like thunder;
splintering marble; splicing names and dates
that once meant something to someone,
now crumble as the dead rise up again
and those who knock on doors
come laughing like rag tag beggars seeking all you have
DON'T hide; that is the very worst thing you can do;
unlock your doors and beckon them inside
offer sweets and cookies; treats; avoid the tricking;
that trickery; magical menacing personified
they come with intent to rob your larder,
but better that than leave them all outside
for some of us it has no other meaning
than a little fun on one night of the year
but for others of us gathering on the hillside;
cloaked and daggered; hand in hand we bide
chanting words from long-lost civilisations
that sound so gutteral;
bitten by the wind and burning fire
we circle round and round it, cold and muttering;
giving thanks that we will all survive our ancestors
some of whom were burned here,
on stakes for all the villagers to see
will rise at witching hour;
between the hours of three and four's a given
and we will see them all again
and speak of all the ways of the now living
As witches we can make things far better or far worse
but the one thing we are good at is to curse
you'll find us often around the cauldron
stirring and talking generally in verse
a pinch of this; a pinch of that
it all goes in the pot
it simmers for a good long while
don't drink it when it's hot
but leave to stew
and know that you
will benefit from this broth
don't let greed be your guide
a little will suffice
a sip of this; a sip of that
Ah! Hallowe'en is so nice …
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Don't have nightmares!! Happy Halloween Everyone ; 0))
This is just one photograph!! A florists' window display and reflections.
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I had a great time watching this bird the other day. He flew down from his fence post perch and started looking around in the grasses and every few seconds he would flash those wings. Popular belief is that these birds do that so that their white underwings startles any insects into movement. Slim pickings for him on this day as I never saw him catch anything.
Two very attractive and very fit young women chase their dog, who raced ahead on the icy trail (He's wearing a red scarf, seen running over the hill in the background.). (Best viewed in large size).
saw him last night at Telluride Bluegrass - so great - he is a genius - wonderful musicians and dancers with him
This was taken last December. My son Cain is in the blue. I loved watching him wrestle but he doesn't wrestle anymore. :( He holds our state's record for the number of concussions in one season. ;o) He also came in fourth in the state finals. :)
Dollie pushes Dean down & hovers over top of him.
Dollie squeals out: "Oh Dean! You're jealous aren't you?!"
Dean gives her his best 'puppy dog' look and utters: "Well ..... I DO miss spending time with you .... I, uh, Really care about you ... you know."
Dollie: (in a soft voice) "It's OK to say the 'L' word Dean ...... you don't have to be afraid. And the mice are just a hobby. I'm building them a little bakery. I wanted to give you some space, & it keeps my hands & my thoughts busy."
“When you have got an elephant by the hind legs and he is trying to run away, it's best to let him run”
Abraham Lincoln
Art Quote of the Day
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.
Henry David Thoreau mentioned and I nodded:)
.......
Best regards, be happy, don't worry...
Sunny
These are a couple of my favorite pictures of him - video-taping me photographing him when he was still healthy and us together in my awkward early teen years. I made that stylish dress, haha. Being a country girl, I was trained to cook and sew. Those skills are long unused and I don't miss 'em one bit. But I miss him.
recently I needed a helicopter as a birthday present. luckily the Italian convention was just a week before my deadline, there I met Gerwin Sturm and Gerwin can design basically anything you ask him for. he's a wonder :-))
so he whipped up this cute little helicopter and taught it to me. For the rendition in this photo I glued red tissue paper onto the silver side of a 35cm of foil paper. it folded like a charm ;-)