A UNIVERSE OF FLOWERS/Post 1 C 2
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A month ago a good friend called me up to inform me that the Route 66 Car Show was currently taking place down the street from his home. Of course, I rearranged my plans and was there within an hour. I am a huge race and hotrod fan, having had a few of my own hotrods during my life, one of which he had built from the ground up. It was a great celebration of not just old cars but of that era, people walking around dressed like James Dean and I saw quite a few Marilyn Monroe's as well.
Jay, That's my buddy, is a hard core race car driver and I used to pit crew for him at the Irwindale race track on thursday nights for "Bracket Night" We have a lot of history (40years). At 14 and 15 we used to hotwire his dads 500+ HP Big block mustang and tear up the streets and neither one of us having a driver license. We used to drive a 350HP Chevy Camera to junior high school and even parked in the principle's parking spot a couple of times...... :))))))
This is the first composition that I am kinda proud of, because I had crouched there with my camera on the ground waiting for something interesting to come into the reflection. As I sat there listening to the two guys next to me haggling over the price of a bottle of water, and the people behind me admiring the 100% chrome hydraulics system in the bed of this beautiful truck and the old stone church in the background. I had plenty of interesting elements but I thought with all these cool outfits here somebody interesting is bound to walk by. So I waited and watched and waited and watched, when out of the corner of my eye this kid comes strutting down the sidewalk like a mini gangbanger or something, with his red hat turned to the side in defiance, walking the opposite direction right past the sign that says "Kids Zone" :) All of that is there in the reflection.
Now I was praying that one of the Marilyn's or James Deans would come by, but the kid worked out cool too and I like the floating head in the reflection. :)
Thank you for taking the time to take a look at my photos and as always, your views, comments, faves, and support are greatly appreciated!! Have a great day everyone :)
Don't think it won't happen just because it hasn't happened yet.... series
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When we come to the place where the road and the sky collide
Throw me over the edge and let my spirit glide
They told me I was gonna have to work for a livin' but all I wanna do is ride
I don't care where we're goin' from here, Honey, you decide
Well, I spend my time at the bottom of a wishin' well
And I can hear my dreams singin' clear as a bell
I used to know where they ended and the world began but now it's gettin' hard to tell
I could be just around the corner from Heaven or a mile from Hell
I'm just rollin' away from yesterday behind the wheel of a stolen Chevrolet
Gonna get a little higher, see if I can hotwire reality
Now can you see those dark clouds gatherin' up ahead?
They're gonna wash this planet clean like the Bible said
Now you can hold on steady, try to be ready but everybody's gonna get wet
Don't think it won't happen just because it hasn't happened yet
I'm just rollin' away from yesterday behind the wheel of a stolen Chevrolet
I'm gonna get a little higher, see if I can hotwire reality
The Road and the Sky, Jackson Browne, 1974
“Three weeks? Oh no, we don’t do that! Nine or ten days at most is enough for us. We’d never stay that long.”
Quite why this woman felt the need to question the length of our holiday in such admonishing tones was a question that hung tentatively in the air across the desk between us. That she’d obviously been earwigging the conversation between us and the hotel receptionist was another one that nobody seemed to have an answer to. Why do people so often seem to feel the need to impose their own values on you? I mean, we weren’t doing anything wrong that either of us were aware of. Apart from checking in at the same time as a busybody with an agenda that was. It’s not as if we were hatching plans to kidnap puppies, or hotwire the neighbour’s Vauxhall Viva while he’d gone to dominoes night at The Plume, was it? As far as we know, it is entirely legal to choose the length of your own holiday and go for three weeks if you so desire. Or even three months. Or three days if that’s what floats your boat. We smiled, nodded and hoped we wouldn’t bump into her or her husband for the remainder of the nine or ten days at most that they had booked themselves in for.
Apart from that, it was good to be back in this part of the world. Catalunya and the Balearics. Before we retired, we used to take just two weeks - because three was out of the question as far as work was concerned - in Majorca every summer. We often went in spring as well. It was like a second home for us. For many years we hoped it would become a first home in fact, but a lot of barriers seem to have put themselves in the way of that particular ambition. We loved exploring different corners of the island, finding spots that the likes of Mr and Mrs Noseyparker were never likely to discover, swimming and snorkelling in the gentle warm Mediterranean. It was a place where we were completely happy and knew exactly where we were going for those two precious August weeks. The journey home to the dreaded September silly season, otherwise known as the start of the autumn term, was always an especially low moment in the annual cycle of events. And from there things only ever seemed to get worse.
Then 2020 arrived and the world closed down for a couple of years. By the time things started to return to normal, we were no longer straitjacketed by the academic year planners. We could go away whenever we wanted. And “whenever we wanted” wasn’t in the middle of summer when prices were sky high and everyone else was on holiday too. Now we could take our holidays when the rest of the world was working or in school - well except for us and the couple who seemed to think that we should be on our way home by next Friday at the very latest. Head for the sun at bargain prices at the start of October and things are far more peaceful in these southern latitudes than they ever were in August. And now we were finally back in the Balearics. But instead of our old stomping ground, we’d decided to have a look at the quieter and smaller neighbour to the east. Neither of us had ever been to Menorca before, but we’d heard good things.
We could see the similarities almost immediately. The scented green pine forests and the baked red earth were so friendly and familiar. The curious balls of soft vegetation on the beaches that we’ve only ever seen on these islands. Unyielding white limestone walls flanking narrow roads, the edges as sharp as dragons’ teeth. Conversations in the local Catalan dialect rather than Spanish. Road signs leading the way to the “platja,” rather than the “playa.” We could easily be back on the island where we’d spent so many summers, but there were subtle differences too. There was a compactness that we liked, and even though the main road across the island was mostly a single carriageway in either direction, it soon became apparent that it wouldn’t take that long to get to wherever we wanted to go. And then there was that wild section of coastline to the north, mostly visited only by the hikers who were on the Cami de Cavalls, the long distance trail that circumnavigates the island.
The very first outing was a wild one too for that matter, as the tail end of a mainland storm strafed the top half of the island. White tops on the water at Cala Pregonda. It was a good job that I’d brought the camera bag then.
Almost ready for it's final activation, this BAT sits in the preparation chamber under the watchful eye of Hotwire.
An abandoned building, some wire wool, hotwire, Photoshop and red wine.
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Hello dear friends,
I am buried in another project for my theater group. They want a tree. I TOLD them to let me know in January if they wanted something, but they didn't tell me until the beginning of April.
So, I work on this all day or until I physically collapse. Then I try to catch up on some of the things I have neglected because of the tree.
So, I am going to suspend commenting on all your wonderful photos until this is all done. The show starts May 6, and then I become photographer. I may hold off commenting until the show is all over and I have all the photos sorted and posted online for the cast.
However, I promise to LOOK at all your photos! So, please know that I am at least admiring your work... but silently!
Untaxed since April 2018. I feared this would eventually happen, but was very sad to see it confirmed today. I'm not really sure what has happened here, especially with regard to the rear reg plate coming off - I suspect it has been "hotwired" and driven around the car park, but I really don't know. At the end of the day, the owner knew where it was, and for whatever reason didn't manage to look after it.
After getting into the lab, I moved down towards the sub-levels. I was supposed to get to sub-level 4 and destroy the transformation tubes that the Esh-kha where in. Once I got down there, I hotwired the blast door to open. Bad idea. Right behind them was a transformed Esh-kha. I started shooting at it, but my lasers weren't doing anything. I realized that I was going to have to use a grenade. I pulled one out and tossed it. Then I jumped behind the control panel for the blast doors. As soon as it blew up, I was running. I wasn't sure how long I would have until the ceiling collapsed, and I wasn't about to find out. After I got past the danger zone, I looked at the plans control had given me. I found out where the transformation tubes where located. After that, the mission was pretty easy. All I had to do was find the tubes, and then shoot once at the tube. Once the glass broke, the Esh-kha died inside, because the glass was keeping them at the right pressure.
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For the 253rd Elite Legion.
"Do we really need to drive there in a car if it's just a block away?"
”Yes, we do.”
”Why?”
”To make things overly complicated. I like doing that.”
”So, where is this car?”
”Don’t know, pick a car and we’ll take it.”
”That jeep. Looks really cool, so why not.”
”Why not.” Wade says as he runs across the street and grabs a pistol from his back pocket. He flips it around to where he’s holding the barrel of the gun and uses the butt of the gun to smash into the window. The glass shatters and Deadpool quickly unlocks the door and begins hotwiring the vehicle.
Inez jumps into the passenger seat and readies her rifle.
”You really use that gun?” Wade asks as he completes hotwiring the car, causing the car to roar to life.
”What? You got a problem with it?”
”No, it’s just a tad impractical compared to newer guns.”
”Tell me, how many times do your guns jam up?” Inez asks. Wade doesn’t answer, but instead takes off towards the bank. ”I thought so.”
The car quickly comes to a halt outside the bank and the pair jump out of the jeep. Wade grabs his AK out of the back seat and Inez quickly runs into the bank.
”Alright, everyone on the ground!”
Here is the tree, two days later, on April 16th. You can also see the "workbench" in the garage (made of a wooden bed platform on top of my garden cart), and the door to the hayloft, above the tree.
I certainly do thank you all for your kind comments! And here I'm not commenting on yours! That shows me how good-hearted you all are!
Hotwire- "So what is this?"
Techno Viper - "Well we had to do some digging in the archives..."
Hotwire- "And?"
Techno Viper- "The records show that it's an unfinished prototype." "It was meant to be a third generation BAT, but the design never was mass produced."
Hotwire- "Why?"
Techno Viper- "Cost." "It was never finished because it became too expensive to do so." "Cobra Commander had it named Overkill, and tried using it as a BAT leader, according to the file." "They tried giving it a better AI system than the standard ones, but it never funtioned properly."
Hotwire- "Hmm."