him photos on Flickr

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feral Hissy looking for me on the inside... a washout of a weekend.... still unable to trap him...

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A Northern Pintail drake, taking a stretch next to a slumbering Mallard... by philippe.soriano

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Quite an uncommon visitor to New York City. This very elegant duck was spotted on a pier of the 79th street boat basin, along the Hudson River. I was happy to catch him when he woke up to stretch his wings...

Dexter Is Taking Tiger Express To The North Pole by Marilyn Tunaitis

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He wants to convince Santa to put him on the NICE list.

It's Mimo! by marin tomic

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News about our sweetheart Mimo the Bunny: we brought him to a home for animals and they kept him in order to bring him up and return him to the wild - Mimo, namely is a hare and cannot survive as a pet.

We've also been told that he was only one day old when we found him and that it is common for adult hares to leave their babies anywhere. They come back every 12 hours approximately to feed them and leave again. The reason they leave their babies at different spots is for security reasons in case the little ones are attacked by some animal...

This basically means that we should not have taken this cutie in but I don't regret it since I saw the circumstances he was in and there was no escape for him anyway. That is why I am still sure that we saved his life.

A newborn hare is about 120g heavy, Mimo had 102 when we brought him to his new home. We hope that he will soon recover and will visit him soon. By the way, his cute tiny ears will become as long as his body in one week only. In one month he will be 1kg heavy and will be returned to the wild.

We will never ever forget him!

Explore #418

Hold him! by Soren Wolf

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the best way to pose with a dog is to carry him ;)

Where Silence Breathes: A Solitary Awakening in New Zealand's Southern Alps by CoronaViking (mountain photography)

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He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.

Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.

For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.

But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.

Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.

He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.

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To explore more of these captured moments and woven words, visit the artist and writer at their sanctuary of creation: www.coronaviking.com

raymond. by lesley kerr

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26 june 2009

atlanta, georgia

ponce de leon avenue

this gentleman looks strikingly similar to the next-door neighbor i had as a child. i bought him some dinner and a coke and he laughed! oh, how he laughed. he said he was so thankful.

"i'm lesley."

"they call me elvis, but my name's raymond."

he proceeded to tell me that he drank one too many and ended up here. he's in a detox program and the doctor said that if he drank any more, it could kill him.

after i asked to take a photograph of him, he fixed his hair, stared at me for a few frames, and then said:

"i'm going to stay on the right path, shave this beard, and get back to being human again."

(he is human. he has the most penetrating eyes and he has the desire to better his life. perhaps more human than so many people.)

. . .

28 august 2009: i saw him again, a quarter mile from where we first met. he was wearing a coat and pants, his beard was thicker and a guitar was sitting up against a tree next to him.

Danbo destroys the world. by Matt Cooper

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Tempting him out of his powered down state, I offered to make him a little world that he could destroy and crush all the humans within. Haven't seen him this happy in ages. It really cheered him up!

With thanks to the awesome CatMacBride for the inspiration with the little buildings. Sophie and I had lots of fun making them together especially deciding how to make them three dimensional.

Follow Him by Jaws300

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Qatar Airways A330-200 A7-ACK departing WAW/EPWA;

Aegean A320 SX-DVT following behind

shades of wrong by Sam Marie

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Loving him was red.

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This is different, but it's my only idea. Not sure if I like it or not yet...

As you can probably guess from this picture, I've spent the entire week obsessing over Taylor Swift's new album RED. It's beautiful and fiery and fun. I really adore it. Anyone have a favorite song off it yet? Mine is All Too Well.

Besides that, I did homework all week and got pissed at Chemistry, watched my little brother ballroom dance, and went bowling with Rachel.

Oh, and I was featured in the newest issue of Golden Age! Such an honor, thank you so much Nikki for the opportunity!

Now, I'm going to go do more homework. Yay me.

Have a wonderful week everyone!

Big scary dog! by judy dean

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We met him in the garden of a pub one lunchtime...He was very BIG!!

Him by J @BRX

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Bullfinch

Gledhow Valley

Leeds

7th March 2016

Frog in my Sprinkler Box by Barbara Radisavljevic

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Found him when

I went to adjust sprinklers one day. He returned many times. It was cool, dark, and moist.

Jean Jacques: Le Chat Parisienne Parle by Kirstie

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Jean Jacques lives in a store in Paris and basically lays about in the storefront on a couch that seems fashioned for a cat specifically. I was recently honored to be able to take his portrait while in Paris and bask in his glorious presence. Jean Jacques could very well be the reincarnated feline version of Oscar Wilde, who was also long ago photographed in a reclining and indulgent state. Because we were separated by the storefront glass, I was not able to interview him. However, if I had, here's how it would have gone in my head:

Me: It's really an honor to meet with you Jean Jacques. I know you have many admirers and you need ample time to catch beauty sleep.

(Moi: Il est vraiment un honneur de vous rencontrer Jean Jacques. Je sais que vous avez beaucoup d'admirateurs et vous avez besoin suffisamment de temps pour rattraper le sommeil de beauté.)

Jean Jacques: It is quite an honor for you, yes.

(Jean-Jacques: Il est tout un honneur pour vous, ouii!)

Me: Please tell me, what are some of your favorite things?

(Moi: S'il vous plaît dites-moi, quelles sont certaines de vos activités préférées?)

Jean Jacques: I am so very handsome and I enjoy being adored by many others. You, for instance, have traveled quite a long distance in order to behold my gorgeous orange fur. I would almost rather enjoy this admiration from guests than sleep. Though, typically when I sleep I dream of all of the people standing in front of my store and being in awe of my beauty.

(Jean-Jacques: Je suis donc très beau et je préfère être adoré par beaucoup d'autres. Vous, par exemple, avez voyagé tout à fait une longue distance afin de voir ma magnifique fourrure orange. Je dirais presque plutôt profiter de cette admiration des invités que le sommeil. Bien que, généralement, quand je dors, je rêve de toutes les personnes debout en face de mon magasin et étant dans la crainte de ma beauté.)

Me: Can you explain why you have two names when most cats have only one?

Moi: Pouvez-vous expliquer pourquoi vous avez deux noms quand la plupart des chats ont un seul?)

Jean Jacques: I know this cat down the street named Jean and he isn't nearly as sophisticated. He doesn't have the fine dapper qualities that I possess. For example, his fur is often scruffy and not well brushed and cleaned. I felt the two names would be more regal and would help distinguish me as being a high quality cat.

(Jean-Jacques: Je sais que ce chat dans la rue du nom de Jean et il est loin d'être aussi sophistiquée. Il ne possède pas les qualités dapper fines que je possède. Par exemple, sa fourrure est souvent débraillé et pas bien brossé et nettoyé. Je sentais les deux noms seraient plus royale et aideraient à distinguer de moi comme étant un chat de haute qualité.)

Me: That makes sense, Jean Jacques. But what would you say to Parisians who prefer dogs instead of cats?

(Moi: qui fait sens, Jean-Jacques. Mais que diriez-vous aux Parisiens qui préfèrent les chiens à la place de chats?)

Jean Jacques: What is this madness you speak of? This is something I simply cannot believe or tolerate!

(Jean-Jacques: Quelle est cette folie dont vous parlez? Ceci est quelque chose que je ne peux tout simplement pas croire ou de tolérer!)

Me: Very well. Perhaps, they just need to meet you! Tell me, what are some of your favorite foods?

Moi: Très bien. Peut-être, ils ont juste besoin de vous rencontrer! Dites-moi, quelles sont certaines de vos aliments préférés?

Jean Jacques: I like to start each day with some caviar. My second breakfast is typically salmon. I enjoy a snack of sardines in the afternoon and for dinner, a lobster bisque is suitable.

(Jean-Jacques: Je voudrais commencer chaque jour avec un peu de caviar. Ma deuxième petit déjeuner est généralement le saumon. Je jouis d'une collation de sardines dans l'après-midi et pour le dîner, une bisque de homard est approprié.)

Me: You seem to be getting your nutritional needs met. If you were not a cat, what do you think you might be instead?

(Moi: Vous semblez être d'obtenir vos besoins nutritionnels rencontré. Si vous étiez pas un chat, que pensez-vous que vous pourriez être à la place?)

Jean Jacques: Very likely the President of France, though this might unfortunately reduce my lounging around time. I do like the idea of being important on a national level but I seem to already possess this. Perhaps, an ambassador might fit with my social aptitude and my natural likability. Though, it would be a shame to have to be human. I see so many of you suffering out there while I am relaxing happily. It looks rather dreadful, I must say.

(Jean-Jacques: Très probablement le président de la France, si cela peut malheureusement réduire mon prélasser autour du temps. Je fais comme l'idée d'être importante au niveau national mais il me semble posséder déjà. Peut-être, un ambassadeur pourrait correspondre à mon aptitude sociale et mon likability naturel. Cependant, il serait dommage d'avoir à l'être humain. Je vois beaucoup d'entre vous qui souffrent là-bas alors que je me détends heureusement. Il semble plutôt terrible, je dois dire.)

Me: Indeed, it is so! Do you ever happen to get lonely and long for a feline companion?

(Moi: En effet, il en est ainsi! Avez-vous jamais arriver à obtenir solitaire et long pour un compagnon félin?)

Jean Jacques: There are days when I do feel a hint of loneliness and then I must search for a mirror. There really aren't any suitable companions out there but my own image is quite soothing to me when I feel the need for a friend.

(Jean-Jacques: Il ya des jours où je ne me sens un soupçon de solitude et puis je dois chercher un miroir. Il ya vraiment pas de compagnons appropriés là-bas, mais ma propre image est très apaisant pour moi quand je ressens le besoin pour un ami.)

Me: Are there any other cats you look up to?

(Moi: Y at-il d'autres chats que vous regardez jusqu'à?)

Jean Jacques: Though his existence was before my time, I enjoy hearing about Behemoth.

(Jean-Jacques: Bien que son existence était avant mon arrivée, j'aime entendu parler Behemoth.)

Me: I didn't realize you could read!

(Moi: Je ne savais pas que vous pouviez lire!)

Jean Jacques: Of course I can read! I am a highly civilized being. I can even understand up to ten different languages when the words are compliments towards myself.

(Jean-Jacques: Bien sûr, je peux lire! Je suis un être hautement civilisée. Je ne peux même comprendre jusqu'à dix langues différentes quand les mots sont des compliments envers moi-même.)

Me: Do you ever feel like venturing away from the store and exploring more of the world?

(Moi: Vous sentez-vous envie de vous aventurer loin de la boutique et d'explorer plus de monde?)

Jean Jacques: That sounds rather exhausting. I'm quite comfortable in my home here. I have my own couch and those who gather to be in awe of my presence. I would hate to miss a nap or meal just to travel.

(Jean-Jacques: Cela semble plutôt épuisante. Je suis très à l'aise dans ma maison ici. Je dois ma propre canapé et ceux qui se rassemblent pour être dans la crainte de ma présence. Je ne voudrais pas manquer une sieste ou un repas juste pour voyager.)

Me: Thanks for spending the time to talk to me. One last question: Do you have any regrets?

(Moi: Merci pour passer le temps de me parler. Une dernière question: Avez-vous des regrets?)

Jean Jacques: I regret nothing.

(Jean-Jacques: Je ne regrette rien.)

**All photographs and pretend interviews I have in my head with cats late at night when I can't sleep are copyrighted. Please don't use without permission**

Him by Yennifer Derket

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Sunsets are made for you by Savannah Rain

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missing him....

Hate him by Nuclear Hoax

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Bless Him! by howard1916 - A Lost Man who found a camera

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Volunteer in action!

Quay to the Past by Sue Rowlands

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On a very warm, sunny Sunday morning, I took a stroll along a quiet, wooded part of the coast path between Mt. Edgecumbe and Millbrook in S.E. Cornwall.

As you walk along the path to Empacombe Quay there is evidence that there have been many thriving industries from medieval times onwards: a windmill built of granite in 1769; a limekiln where limestone was burnt to make lime for fertiliser and mortar; and a quarry thought to be the source of the limestone;

In 1709 Empacombe also served as a workyard for Rudyerd to base his workforce, when building the second Eddystone lighthouse that protected shipping from the treacherous rocks 9 miles offshore. From the tiny harbour he could send barges and open boats full of building materials out to the rock.

Along the quayside he built a row of cottages. One was for his family, who had moved from their home in London to be with him. The others were occupied by senior members of his work party, as the Quay’s proximity to the nearby inn was extremely convenient!

Empacombe House, built in 1684, is the Cornish residence of the eighth Earl of Mount Edgcumbe, Robert Charles Edgcumbe, who succeeded to the title in 1982. Before that he was an estate manager in New Zealand.

Sunbathing by Manoj Kumar

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Keeping me in his eyesight as I tried slowly moving twrds him to get better shot. Thanks!!

Him & Her by John McKenna

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To Woo a King by Cormack Owle

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Growing up, I didn't have much of a friendship with the prince in the neighboring kingdom of the Ravens. It wasn't that I didn't like him. He actually had a very likeable personality and we were amiable acquaintances. We just didn't run the same friendship circles despite being around the same age. I remember being brought along to visit his family when I was a small child and he was just a toddler. He hadn't been much of a playmate back then since he spent most of our visit napping or clinging to his mother. Then about a year or two later at another formal event there was a masquerade at his family's castle. I remember he was dressed in a full dragon costume and ran around the whole ball, stealing the show as he was fawned over by everyone. The little brat had even accidentally whacked me right in the family jewels with that swinging tail of his! It had been painful and embarrassing and I admit for a short time, I didn't like him very much.

Now several years later, that young prince was to be crowned King and there was to be a Presentation in his honor as well; not just any celebratory ball. That meant he was presenting and putting himself out there to be courted which made this coronation even bigger! Being a prince of the Lion Queendom, myself, and third in line for the throne, I had an obligation to attend along with my family.

On that day, all the royal families, their bannerman, and all the citizens who could gather to the castle welcomed the newest King! I was seated with my Queen and our family, waiting on the ceremony to begin. Soon, the King of the Ravens and the High Elder approached the dais and the ceremony began. The double doors opened and the prince came forward dressed in the colors of his house and looking more grown up than I'd ever seen him before. I felt something inside me stir as he passed by, and I caught myself thinking he looked quite handsome and that he'd really grown into himself.

It had been a spectacular ceremony and as I watched him kneeling before the High Elder to accept his crown, I felt pride for him. He'd come a long way and from my understanding, he was loved and respected by the people of his Kingdom. The people were very happy to have their prince ascend to the throne.

Finally, the crown was placed upon the prince's head and he rose as a king! As he turned to face the cheering crowd, I was suddenly hit harder in the gut with how much the young man had grown. He wasn't just handsome. He was stunning and beautiful and that smile shined so bright as the High Elder declared him King! I applauded along with everyone, smiling and happy for him. As he cast his gaze over the cheering crowd, his eyes suddenly met mine. I felt like I couldn't look away and for a moment, neither could he. I caught the tiny blush that touched his cheeks as he smiled more before looking away with a touch of shyness. At that second I felt as if a zap of electricity hit me in the chest; like lightning but somehow it felt like the sweetest pain in the world. I'd been attracted to people before but not like this. Something told me this was special. I hadn't come with the intention on courting and wooing this man, but if just a glance was that electrifying? Heh, I'd be an idiot not to try. One thing I knew for certain? I was going to ask him for a dance.

It didn't take very long and soon everything was set up for the new king's Presentation. The tables were spread out and chairs rearranged and the dance floor was sectioned off. There were some musicians off to the side finishing setting up as a buffet of delicious food was served up. But my focus was on the young man who was standing with his family and receiving many hugs and congratulations from his loved ones.

Traditionally, Presentations begin with the young man or woman presenting themselves to the single royals and nobles with some sort of demonstration that represents themselves. Many people resort to singing but some people play instruments or can paint or recite poetry. This new King, however, was known for being a phenomenal dancer. So when it was time for the Presentation to start, I was not surprised to watch as he took his mother's hand and guided her to the center of the dance floor. The music began playing a upbeat ballroom waltz. Together, mother and son moved across the dance floor flawlessly. It was clear to see they had amazing dancing chemistry! The King moved in a way that showed off his mother's ability to move yet still managed to shine all on his own.

As they danced, my eyes followed how the young King moved, how his body dipped and shifted with each step. It was as if I had a small beast inside me, crouched and patiently waiting for the opportune moment; a predator stalking its prey.

Once their dance ended, his mother hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. The pride and joy on her face was so beautifully palpable. After a moment, she stepped back and curtsied to her son before taking her leave. It would have been easy to step up at that moment and claim the first dance. However, I chose to wait. I watched as the new object of my affection received the attention of a young Lord and was asked for a dance.

Even as I was joined by some of my own friends a short time later, I let them talk amongst themselves. I watched as the young King danced with many young ladies and a few young men. It was clear he was the best dancer out there but he always smiled and had a kind word or two for his dance partners whether he led or let himself be led. I studied his likes and dislikes by how he reacted to his dance partners. He got along with everyone but I could tell he wasn't really connecting with anyone. Remembering that moment after his ascension and how our gaze met, I could feel the beast within my chest purring with anticipation.

It was about an hour into the Presentation when the King took some time to walk to the buffet and refreshment table. While he was there, he was congratulated by a few friends, all of them laughing and smiling. But even as he joined in the conversation, I noticed his gaze wandering my direction before he caught himself, quickly turning his attention back to his friends. After catching him doing it again a few minutes later, I decided it was time for me to make my move. I waited until he was finishing up his punch when I began to make my way over.

I drew upon all the confidence I could muster as I stepped up behind the handsome man I'd found myself so suddenly drawn to. Was this even normal? It felt as powerful as lightning! As he stepped away from the refreshment table, I licked my lips and smiled warmly before clearing my throat to gain his attention. Hearing me, he began to turn to see who was requesting his attention. As soon as he laid eyes on me, they lit up and the sweetest smile spread across his lips. I smiled more as my gaze met his. Once again, that warmth spread from deep within my chest and my inner beast purred happily.

"Good evening, Your Majesty. Would you do me the honor of joining me for the next dance?" I asked, my gaze never wavering from his even as I bowed before him. I extended my hand in offering and he didn't hesitate to extend his hand to take mine. A soft chuckle escaped him as he responded, "I thought you'd never ask." As soon as our fingers touched, I drew him closer and gazed into his eyes with a smile as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "Make me move, Lion," he urged me, a hint of challenge in his gaze. A chuckle rumbled deep in my chest as my hand took his waist and I murmured, "With pleasure, Raven."

Now that he was in my arms, I had every intention of keeping him there. And the way he was looking at me, I knew he had every intention of letting me.

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Thank you to Vin Raven-Mysterious/Be My Mannequin? Pose Store for posing with me! Be sure to check out his phenomenal photography in People In Photo!

hear him roarr by kuma

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Fear him not ... by Jakub Bąk

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G-BIKF_1984-08_MUC_1290_WH by Munich-Riem Aviation Photos

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Photo taken by Wilhelm Hell, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.

München-Riem

August 1984

G-BIKF "Carrickfergus Castle"

Boeing 757-236

22177 / 16

G-BIKF is taxiing to Riem’s runway 25 for take-off.

Information from flickr - thanks to Lewis Grant:

Kilo-Fox had a very respectable 33-year career, all with the same G- registration. Delivered to BA in April 1983, leased straight away to Air Europe for 6 months, then served BA until 2002, and DHL as a freighter 2003-2016. Withdrawn from use at Madrid in 2016 and scrapped in 2017.

Registration details for this airframe:

rzjets.net/aircraft/?reg=99042

G-BIKF leased to Air Europe at LHR in May 1983 (Negus colours, Air Europe titles):

www.flickr.com/photos/chrischenn76/51181043851

G-BIKF with British Airways at LHR in March 1995 (Landor colours):

www.flickr.com/photos/rosedale7175/53931651291

G-BIKF with British Airways at GLA in January 2001 ("Wunala Dreaming" World Images fin design):

www.flickr.com/photos/105925977@N03/29067396358

G-BIKF with DHL at HEL in July 2003:

www.flickr.com/photos/145798423@N07/38779464552

Scan from Kodachrome slide (on Kodak Photo CD).

Decker by Coconut Fella

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Decker's isn't really used to being around humans. All the soft parts and leaky bits make him nervous.

Check him out!!! by Savage Customs

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SHE&HIM_0897 by NelsonMuntzPhoto

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Zooey Deschanel SHE AND HIM

Virgin Mobile Festival

August 10, 2008 Baltimore Maryland USA

Pimlico Racetrack

Do not reproduce in any form!

Ring Him Up! by Bob Wall

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It's that time of year again.

GO GIANTS! San Francisco and San Jose.

looked after him... by yvone042488

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很多時候我們家先生不是那麼配合照相的，但是我總覺得風景照裡面有個人影總是比較生活化，當然拍他的背影也變成我另一個構圖的選擇。

Him and the birds by sccart

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Catching up on the phone in the afternoon light .

Kirra

Coolangatta

Gold Coast

Unbeknownst to him by stefano55ricci

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In Italy everything is done without the knowledge of Italian.

Get Him! by Ken Krach

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Eagles chasing the the one with the fish ...

Him ( becoming a boy...) by manoruo

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Nikon FM + Nikon 100mm series e

Ilford HP5 expired 2006 @400

HC110 B 5'30"

EPSON V700 + PHOTOIMPACT

End of the Road by John

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Did you see that hitchhiker we just passed?

Yeah, I saw him.

Why didn't you stop?

With the world as insane as it is? Plus, I recognized that look. We'd have been hijacked in minutes, if not worse.

I don't get it. What did you recognize?

Myself. And don't ask me how I got this car.

I saw him ... by frederic gombert

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Simba, Puma Prince by David & Shiela Glatz

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We saw him last year as a cub - hanging out with his mother and his brother and sister. This wild Puma (Puma concolor) is much bigger now, and on his own. Looks very healthy but a bit lazy lol. Apparently he tends to share his sister's kills.

Dancing with him by Max McMahon

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Blog:

mcmahonproduction-secondlife.blogspot.it/2018/02/dancing-...

G-AZFD_1973-04-07_MUC_1290_HS by Munich-Riem Aviation Photos

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Photo taken by Herwart Schneider and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.

München-Riem

1973-04-07 (7 April 1973)

G-AZFD

Fokker F27-600 Friendship

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Gulf Avation

G-AZFD passed through Riem on its way to maintenance in Amsterdam. This airframe had visited the airport before as HB-AAW with Balair on 30 July 1969.

Information from flickr - thanks to Guido Allieri:

Fokker F-27-600 c/n 10323 was delivered in March 1967 to Balair as HB-AAW. In October 1971 it was sold to Gulf Aviation as G-AZFD and in October 1975 went on to Gulf Air as A4O-FD. In June 1981 it was transferred to Oman Aviation Services Company Ltd. In may 1983 the aircraft was leased to XP INternational BV as PH-FKT (PH-XPA not taken-up). In September 1989 it was acquired by Schreiner Airways and in April 1991 leased to Eurojet International. In November 1993 it was bought by WDL as D-AELF to be retired in October 2002 and scrapped by January 2009.

Registration details for this airframe:

www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/G-AZFD/1016680

This airframe as HB-AAW with Balair at BSL in March 1971:

www.globe-air.ch/bigpicture/picture_id/3719

HB-AAW in full Gulf Aviation colours prior to delivery at BSL in September 1971:

www.globe-air.ch/bigpicture/picture_id/8428

G-AZFD with Gulf Air at BAH in October 1973 (later colours):

www.flickr.com/photos/52467480@N08/6433122829/in

This airframe as A4O-FD with Oman Aviation at AMS in January 1983:

imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/1/5/5/0506551.jpg

This airframe as PH-FKT with XP Airlines/Express Parcel Systems at LTN in April 1989:

www.flickr.com/photos/132337785@N03/46246191161

PH-FKT with Star Air/SchreinerAirways at CGN in February 1990:

www.flickr.com/photos/195399437@N08/52557571285

PH-FKT with Eurojet International at NUE in May 1991:

www.airhistory.net/photo/360588/PH-FKT

This airframe as D-AELF with WDL at SNN in 1992:

www.flickr.com/photos/shanair/41414321601

D-AELF stored at CGN in December 2008:

imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/7/6/5/1459567.jpg

Scan from Kodachrome slide.

Black Rhinoceros Or Hook-lipped Rhinoceros (Diceros bicornis) by Sue Roehl

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Lewa Downs

Kenya

East Africa

Black rhino browsing on the small bush with the green leaves below him. Some of my best images on my trip were taken of this black rhino.

Black rhinos are browsers that get most of their sustenance from eating trees and bushes. They use their lips to pluck leaves and fruit from the branches.

Except for females and their offspring, black rhinos are solitary. Females reproduce only every two and a half to five years. Their single calf does not live on its own until it is about three years old.

Black rhinos feed at night and during the gloaming hours of dawn and dusk. Under the hot African sun, they take cover by lying in the shade. Rhinos are also wallowers. They often find a suitable water hole and roll in its mud, coating their skin with a natural bug repellent and sun block.

Rhinos have sharp hearing and a keen sense of smell.

Black rhinos boast two horns, the foremost more prominent than the other. Rhino horns grow as much as three inches (eight centimeters) a year, and have been known to grow up to five feet (one and a half meters) long. Females use their horns to protect their young, while males use them to battle attackers.

The black rhino once roamed most of sub-Saharan Africa, but today is on the verge of extinction due to poaching fueled by commercial demand. Approximately 3,100 individuals left.

The black rhinoceros is classified as Critically Endangered (CR) on the IUCN Red List and is listed on Appendix I of CITES.

For conservancies, national and private reserves that hold any rhino, the key to ensuring the survival of their populations is the provision of adequate security.

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Crediton - Church of the Holy Cross by Martin

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The "Collegiate Church of the Holy Cross and Mother of Him Who Hung Thereto" is the parish church of Crediton. Crediton having been chosen as the site for the Cathedral of Devon and Cornwall in the early 10th century. Today´s church was built on the site of the former Bishop´s cathedral. However, in 1050 the bishop's see was moved to Exeter and just a college of canons remained in Crediton.

Construction began on a Norman church on the present site and a collegiate church was built there. The church was extended in the late 13th century with the addition of St Mary's Chapel and the chapter house.

A medieval will stipulated that the Norman nave was to be demolished and rebuilt in the perpendicular Gothic style at the beginning of the 15th century.

After the college was dissolved during the English Reformation, the Crediton Church Corporation bought the church, which was threatened with demolition, for the parish in 1547.

Roadside tree. No one cares about him. But he knows you. by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

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Roadside tree. No one cares about him. But he knows you.

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