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Texture: "Rust Never Sleeps" by SkeletalMess
Quite old really this, but I guess I now know an awful lot more about Photoshop to enable me to get something decent out of it. A bit of a texture, some Gaussian Blur and you get something quite evocative. Looe is a really nice place for a break, should you ever wish to go and take a look at Cornwall. There were views there I'd happily spend the rest of my life looking at. Some way right was a house on the market at around £1m and it needed gutting from top to bottom to make it livable - what some people will pay for a harbour view.
BOX DATE: 1975
MANUFACTURER: Ideal Toys
VARIATIONS: Caucasian; African American
BODY TYPE: 1975; bend & snap legs; flat feet
HEAD MOLD: 1974; 98-14-241
IMPORTANT NOTES: Jody dolls were labeled either "The Country Girl" or "An Old Fashioned Girl." It appears that there were several dresses that were available on Jody.
PERSONAL FUN FACT written by my sister: Meet Ma McEntire! Reba finally has a mother. We'd always pictured Reba's folks living on an old-fashioned farm and living very much like the Amish. (The idea of Dracula meeting her parents on the farm has always been something we've talked about, since getting our Barbie barn.) We hadn't yet settled on the perfect Ma for Reba and, when Shelly said Jody was an old-fashioned redhead, she fit the bill. We actually wound up with TWO Jody dolls to play Reba's mother, this one is dressed more for doing farm work, like milking the cow (which the Jody barn did not come with, though it did come with a milking stool) or cooking in the kitchen. The other wears an eyelet dress, more appropriate for sitting in the parlor, going to church, or going off to town with Pa. We got the two girls with the big lot of four playsets that Shelly found on Mercari in 2022. She has an eye for finding really cool things. We didn't know Jody, or her amazing furniture for that matter, even existed until the day Shelly made the purchase. This was the first of the two Jodys that I got acquainted with. She has a prettier face, and I don't think my initial reason for thinking that was because her face was less dingy. I find the other girl has a more pinched look to her face and this one has a wider eyed expression. (Not that they are actually "different"--they are very much the same doll repackaged in fashions, but it's amazing how different two of the same doll can really look.) I like her a lot and think she is absolutely adorable! She looks, especially because of this dress, like she stepped right out of Little House on the Prairie!
The ideal time of year for pulpwood harvesting was winter. The ground was hard and in this land-of-many-bogs, winter was the only time that trucks could roll through the normally mushy terrain of northern Minnesota. This shot was taken behind the NP/Soo depot at Ironton, Minnesota on January 3, 1964.
Purple is the color of good judgment. It is the color of people seeking spiritual fulfillment. It is said if you surround yourself with purple you will have peace of mind. Purple is a good color to use in meditation. Purple has been used to symbolize magic and mystery, as well as royalty. Being the combination of red and blue, the warmest and coolest colors, purple is believed to be the ideal color. Most children love the color purple. Purple is the color most favored by artists. Thursday's color is purple.
Trabajo realizado para la empresa de publicidad Mater Consulting de Elche.
Fotos para el catálogo de Ideal Garden.
The ideal combination, with thanks to my friend Verten [ he is also on Flickr here ..] who made this artists IMPression (sorry for the pun but I count not resist!)
Blähton Fertigteilwerk Neubrandenburg GmbH
Natürlicher Ton ist die Basis des Leichtbetons für die Blähtonwand. In gereinigter und zerkleinerter Form wird der Ton in rotierenden Öfen bei etwa 1.200 °C gebrannt. So entstehen kleine Kügelchen: Blähton. Eine harte, keramische Schale verbirgt einen porösen Innenkern mit einer feinen Luftzellenstruktur. Dieser spezielle Aufbau macht Blähton zu dem idealen Baustoff.
Die Wände werden in den Stärken 100, 120, 150, 175, 200 und 240 mm gefertigt. Die maximalen Abmessungen der PRAEFA-Blähtonwände betragen 3,60 m in der Höhe und 9,00 m in der Länge.
Fertigteilhäuser aus Blähton werden in Deutschland, Dänemark und Schweden gebaut.
Este año por San Miguel no ha habido veranillo, más bien un tiempo tormentoso, ideal para hacer fotos.
Another cold day for photos, but it was bright and clear. However, this outfit was ideal for a day like today.
Wedding in Maldives is like a dream come true. Maldives is a beautiful archipelago comprising of around 1000 coral islands. Located in the middle of the blue waters of Indian Ocean, the country offers its guests with abundant natural beauty and contemporary hotels and resorts.
. . . to wander about Dinorwic. A drizzly overcast day is the appropriate weather to explore the old slate quary.
From Wikipedia:
"The Dinorwic Slate Quarry is a large former slate quarry located between the villages of Llanberis and Dinorwig in North Wales. Dinorwig, sometimes spelled Dinorwic, is a small village located high above Llyn Padarn in North Wales."
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Since my plans of travelling to Kenya has changed, I had to redirect my camera for another indoor subjects.
Underwater Zoo in Dubai Mall was the ideal place.
This lovely Pig-nosed turtle was one of many creatures I found there.
I truly enjoyed the visit with family smile emoticon
The Ideal Bar
1968 Atwood Avenue
53704
During the Covid-19 pandemic, many bars/restaurants are required by law to limit capacity limits of patrons, or utilize outdoor patio space if social distancing is not achievable inside. In spring of 2020, under Governor Tony Evers "Safer at Home" order, bars were required to shut down at the end of March through the end of May. These photos document this chapter in our city's history, some have been fortunate to make it through but for some this was the last call.
I fell in love at 17 and married that man at 25. We were the ideal couple and admired by many. He could build anything, fix anything, was handsome, loving and so very kind. I was the somewhat pretty girl, in my view, but never quite good enough. I grew up with a constant questioning of my looks, my worth, my intelligence. I had a boyfriend for two seconds in 7th grade, and then not again until late in my senior year. And guess what? I married him. Never had I felt more at home and safe, and truly in love. The problem was, I had never stopped questioning my worth. And I continued to look for validation and nods of approval from other people. It became “not enough” to have my husband’s love, I was looking for more. Though I was not aware I was doing this, I also started to measure and question my husband’s love as true or not. This would look like me flirting with people even in front of my husband (if he seemed jealous, maybe he really loved me) or leading people on just enough to have to tell them I was in a relationship. This was a pattern for me, one I didn’t see clearly at the time. (I also didn’t see, couldn’t see that every flirt, glance, or lead-on was me looking for me). And, I loved him. When he would leave for work, I would feel a loss, I loved being with him. I even think he knew about me and my insecurities, and loved me still.
We decided to have kids once he turned 30, and that was when things got really strained.
Jonas came in to this world with an extremely rare genetic disorder that ultrasound and genetic testing at the time did not detect. The dream of starting a family the way I had imagined was thrown into a washing machine, dryer and then a wood chipper. He struggled with life from the start, and ended up in the hospital a lot. That started the dynamic of once my husband came home, I would hand him our son and go hide in housework or a book or some other escape. There was a lot of love, pain, struggling, more hospitalizations, sleepless nights and generalized anxiety. I was not grounded in who I was, I was surviving. Jonas wasn’t even typical for an atypical child. In the handicapped and special needs world, he was the most complex. That wasn’t even the most difficult part. That was the crying. He seemed to never stop. He mostly cried, with little moments of calm (the opposite from other children)...something that didn’t improve much till he was 5 or so. Then I had this great idea to have another baby. At least I could have something ‘normal’ to deal with. Wesley came about 18 months later, and was as I imagined. Perfectly typical. Keeping myself busy, distracted, “important”, having so many reasons to not deal with who I was and what I needed led me to eventually come to the realization that our marriage wasn’t working. He didn’t love me. I had been collecting evidence like “see he didn’t even kiss me goodnight” “he never called to check in from work” or “why does he call me from work, he doesn’t think I know how to take care of the kids?” I had convinced myself he wasn’t the ‘one’ for me after all. That the love must not be real, and it must be somewhere else. So, I started to wait for my true love. And thoughts like “wait, He was my true love so what happened??” came but for some reason I avoided working it out. I had my answer, true love was coming from somewhere else. And then guess what? It did.
I started down the divorce path, and it got real. There were so many moments I knew I had messed everything up, and I should just go back and try to repair things. That was paired with a justification because evidence still showed he didn’t love me. I mean, he was letting me divorce him.
Our divorce took years. I couldn’t do it. Then I could. Then I couldn’t. I stalled, he stalled. I avoided. He avoided. But all the while, I was in a new relationship...the one I called the ‘true love’. The stalling and avoiding was impacting my new relationship. It felt like I was taking off my own arm so that I could feel more complete. And it made as much sense as that. The pain got so overwhelming at one point, I broke up my new relationship thinking it would all get easier. I had been dealing with extreme anger and hatred from my ex-husband’s family. A family I once loved, and who supposedly loved me. There was so much anxiety and fear and pain, at one point I contracted mono, paired with hepatitis and spent months on the couch. Alone. That was when I realized my now ex husband found the love of his life. How could I feel jealous and angry? Well, I did. She was younger. And pretty. Great body. And she had my kids with her half the time. What.the.fuck.
It got ugly. I had finally found moments of peace and workability with my ex husband where he wasn’t angry all the time, and now she’s here? Well, that brought a new level of tension and drama. I remember a soccer game where he brought his brother and parents, and I brought my sister so I’d have backup. His girlfriend was sitting on the ground with Jonas and I couldn’t even get near him. How freaking awkward. What were people thinking. What does it mean about me that I cant just go over there and tell her that I would like to hold my own son. In times like those, I wanted the earth to swallow me up. It went on like that for a while. I had moments of extending the olive branch, and trying to be nice and sharing movie recommendations. Something inside of me knew it could be different. I even saw things I liked about her. And deep down, I still loved my ex. I could see that I didn’t love him romantically per se, but that I was not complete with the way things were. It was like a nagging constant voice of why? why? why? why? In my head. Meaning, why was it like this? Why are we pretending to be enemies? Didn’t it make sense what I did? Aren’t you happier now? Why are you still mad? Voices in my head would confuse me and have me wonder why I’m still wanting him to prove his love to me. After all I did? But it was like that: “You should hate me. Why do you hate me? You should thank me. I am so sorry. You should be sorry. “
Years go by in a mostly polite, kind-of peaceful manner and then I had a great idea. I would invite them to this enormous party I was having for Jonas. He had lived for 10 years by then, and every time he was sick I would try to prepare myself for his death. So when he was about to turn 10, I thought we should throw him a ‘life party’. I rented a place, and catered the event with food and drinks, music, games, and a movie I had made about Jonas (which included his dad and now girlfriend). Well, they came, and it was fine. They managed to find people to talk to without it being awkward for them, and I was so happy to be having a party of love that I didn’t even worry about them. I also didn’t worry if I was hugging my new husband too much. I guess I was starting to feel overall more comfortable inside with the choices we all made. Well then the first of many small miracles happened. When the party was over, she sent me a text. She shared that it was amazing for her to get a glimpse of the mother that I really am, instead of through the lens of my ex family (who still hated my guts I was sure). She saw the love, and what I had created for Jonas, and she started to wonder at the person I really was. It was the first moment perhaps, that she actually saw me. For me, that was validating and gave me the energy to keep going, to keep moving in the direction of healing and peace. Man, all it took was saying something nice to one another. We make it so complicated.
The next monumental moment was after I took a course through Landmark Education and invited her to my ‘graduation night’. She came, and she brought me a gift. I thought that was adorable. Maybe I was starting to actually like this girl? That very night, she signed up for the same course, and signed her husband (my ex husband) up too. Once we all took that course, our healing and forgiving and connecting took off. All we needed was a common language so that no one feels blamed, or wronged. We all learned about how dynamics are created, and how we keep patterns alive in our thinking -and now we had tools to actually share when we got hurt or upset. This is also around the time that I finally started to understand what happened in my marriage. I learned that when I was younger and in a certain moment with my parents, I convinced myself that they didn’t love me. It was not conscious. I also in that moment, learned to shut my love off in response. I then got to see how that had created patterns of hurt and pain, and shutting off my love for people- all without me knowing it was a decision I made from childhood. I actually felt justified and it all felt real. To constantly question people’s love became normal. I collect evidence to support my ‘truth’, and then I usually distance myself from that person. Divorce.
Yes, I do think it could have been avoided had I learned this about myself sooner. But would I go back now? No. I’d even go through the yuckiest, sickest, deepest sadness of my life to be where we are today. After Landmark, we were no longer afraid to share time together. We started hanging out a little bit more. We eventually shared Christmas Eve together. We really enjoyed our time together. We hit a few bumps in the road, but they didn’t stop us, and Megan and I started calling each other if we sensed something was up. We realized we had a common commitment to the kids being happy, and now we were both living from that. In the past three years, my husband and I hosted their first baby shower at our home, we have gone on vacation together, we have had countless dinners, brunches and lunches together. Last Christmas Jonas ended up in the hospital for about 3 weeks. His heart stopped. For 25 minutes. My ex husband Kieran, his wife Megan and I stood at the head of Jonas’s bed and watched while they tirelessly tried to revive him. They surrounded me in love beyond what I could have ever expected. What we shared in that moment, really got me present to that THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT IT IS LIKE TO SHARE A CHILD. Before the drama. Blaming. Comparing. When we are able to forget about our own complaints, judgements, etc...we were just there because we love someone. Our son. Stepson. Whatever. It’s all love. When we let love BE there, it all makes sense. Those few weeks with the four of us in the same hospital room provided a slowing down of life, and a presence with each other that is difficult to achieve in every day life. We talked about what each of us wants for Jonas. What kind of life we want to have for him, for us as a family and as individuals. COVID didn’t stop us, and only kept us in the conversation of how we really want to live. We have had dinners or lunches every weekend when we ‘trade’ the kids. We are talking about that together, anything is possible. We could even live abroad. What can I say? Life works when we clean up our complaints and take responsibility for our happiness. Imagine if I hadn’t invited them to Jonas’s party? It just took an act of kindness.
This is a story about true love. And how I know it exists. No, I didn’t marry my high school sweetheart, travel the world, have 3 kids who are now doctors and lawyers and now we’re sitting on the front porch swing holding hands.
No, no, it’s much more than that. Love, Grief, and Gut Wrenching Pain. Dreams and expectations thwarted. Lies of the worst kind. Near death experiences. Divorce. Is the true love about my current husband? No. And yes. It is the true love that existed all along that allowed for healing and an ultimately stable environment for our kids. True love, isn’t the marriage that lasts for 40 years only. It is there in the mess, in the hurt, in the pain, in the lies. It’s just covered up by our opinions and thoughts about it all. I am so profoundly happy that I listened to the voice (that was almost silenced) that I could still love my first husband, and that it didn’t have to be romantic to still be love. And trust it to build what we built. Kieran held the other end of this. I am so grateful to his wife Megan for being so strong and badass to allow space for that to happen. And my husband, who tirelessly fought for us to all heal.
And lastly, perhaps the greatest love affair was me falling in love with me. I never knew how to do that. Everyone says ‘love yourself so that you can love others’. But no one ever tells us what that actually looks like in real life. It might look like saying “No”. Maybe not having the third glass of wine because you don’t need it to feel ‘comfortable’. Maybe it looks like exercising not to get into a size ‘6’ but because you want to nurture your well being. Telling the truth. Not needing so much validation. It might look different altogether for others. But its not a course, we do not get a certificate in this. It becomes a declaration. For me, I declare myself worthy of love exactly as I am, with my awful mistakes and loving intentions all the same. I hope this inspires all to do the same. No matter what.
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Linha: 329 - Bancários x Candelária. Linha municipal do Rio de Janeiro.
Cidade: Rio de Janeiro/RJ.
von Karpacz (Krummhübel) in Polen geht ein moderner Sessellift bis hoch zur Mittelstation der Schneekoppe. Die Station ist idealer Ausgangspunkt für Wanderungen rund um die Schneekoppe. Wer Lust, Zeit und gute Kondition mitbringt, kann auch von Karpacz aus hoch laufen.
www.karpacz.pl/seilbahn-auf-kopa-de
look on this shot in full resolution (original 4704 × 3136)
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Sigma DP2 Merrill
Foveon x3 direct imagesensor CMOS
Image Sensor Size 23,5x15,7mm
46 MP (4.800 x 3.200 x 3)
aspect ratio 3:2
Focal Lens 30mm, F2.8 - F16
9 AF-points select mode
manual focus 28cm >
my photos with this camera on flickr:
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and
www.flickr.com/photos/150811378@N08/albums/72157676807642193
An Ideal Husband
The present possibilities for humor in the plays of Oscar Wilde seem to lie almost entirely in the humor with which they are played. Somehow, the whipped-cream witticisms of the Wilde characters sound banal today, and the chief fun to be had from his stuffed shirts is in a sly spoof of their Victorian ways. Yet, for some unaccountable reason, Sir Alexander Korda has chosen to film the ancient Wilde play, "An Ideal Husband," as though its people were the most consequential of folks and its ridiculously old-fashioned problem as vital as atomic power.
It is hard to figure this blunder, for Sir Alex is a smart and urbane man whose humor has been in working order in his previous British-made films. And he has certainly put a lot of effort into this current job, now on the Roxy's screen. Yet, with all the solemnity and pomposity that even Oscar found supremely dull, he has turned out a handsome film in color with a conspicuously antiquated plot.
Believe it or not, Sir Alex—the gentleman, mind you, who made such previous charming pictures as "Vacation From Marriage" and "The Private Life of Henry VIII"—is here concerned with the story of a painfully righteous British Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs whose brilliant career and domestic happiness are suddenly jeopardized by a scheming woman's blackmail. And, as though this were not sufficiently trying as a subject for serious concern, he has included as an equally ponderous burden the Wildean sub-plot of a Victorian courtship between two young things.
Handled with elegant derision in both the acting and the camera's attitude, there might be some charming entertainment of a sardonic order in this old wheeze. But with Hugh Williams playing the blackmail victim in an insufferably stiff and artless way, with Diana Wynyard playing his good wife like the lady in "Cavalcade" and with Paulette Goddard playing the siren among a lot of stuffy English swells as though she were the gal who lived next to the firehouse, it fizzles with a dull, distressing plop. Michael Wilding's eccentric exercising of his elbows, his eyebrows and his jaw as the gay gent who makes most of the wisecracks is fantastic and painful, too, and Glynis Johns, Sir Aubrey Smith and Constance Collier fall in with the heavy furniture.
If Sir Alex had put into his treatment as much style as is in the costumes, as much flavor as is in the velvet settings, this film could have been—but why say more?
AN IDEAL HUSBAND, screen adaptation of the Oscar Wilde play by Lajos Biro; directed and produced by Sir Alexander Korda for London Film Productions, and release by Twentieth Century-Fox. At the Roxy.
Mrs. Cheveley . . . . . Paulette Goddard
Lord Goring . . . . . Michael Wilding
Lady Chiltern . . . . . Diana Wynyard
Mabel Chiltern . . . . . Glynis Johns
Lady Markby . . . . . Constance Collier
Lord Caversham . . . . . Sir Aubrey Smith
Sir Robert Chiltern . . . . . Hugh Williams
Lady Basildon . . . . . Harriette Johns
Mrs. Marchmont . . . . . Christine Norden
Vicomte de Nanjac . . . . . Michael Anthony
Phipps . . . . . Allan Jeayes
BOSLEY CROWTHER New York Times 15 January 1948
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This Bit comes from when the Americans were filming their version of the play “an Ideal Husband”
A couple of newspapers picked up on it at the time.
The film was shot on several sites, including an Italian waterfront.
At the end of the week it was their custom to have a “wrap” party celebrating the end of the week’s shoot.
The ball scene had been filmed that day and most of the cast attended the get-together still in costume. This included 3 of the minor actresses who had bonded during the filming.
After the revelry was dying out, these 3 decided to go it alone, leaving the stage room to hit several of the bars and a casino located on the riverfront. Making a decidedly poor decision, they opted to wear the elegant gowns and shimmering jewelry they had donned for the stylish ball act( much of which was later cut from thye movie, including their roles) .
Needless to say the young trio of pretty actresses garnered a considerable amount of male attention as they made their rounds. They left their last stop in the wee early hours of the morning only to discover they taxi they had paid to wait for them had vanished. A dapper young man with a foreign accent that made the girls swoon came upon the young ladies, and after they explained their predicament, offered some aid. He invited them to a back room off a nearby alley to wait while he brought his private car around, suggesting that it would be a place of refuge to stay warm from the cool ocean air( only one of the actresses had a wrap).
About ten minutes after he had left them a masked man burst in brandishing a wicked looking blade. He demanded their ”jools” and “perses” than after receiving their valuables, had them strip down to their silky undergarments. He then bundled the lot and ran off. They could hear tires screeching off in the night. The dapper male never returned, and it was hours before their pitiful cries of help were heard by a passing vagrant, who after making sure they had nothing more of value, disappeared, than must have had a change of heart, for he summoned a patrolman to help them.
Two of the ladies had been wearing prop gowns and rhinestones, but the third, a minor relative of the New York Cabot family, had been waering her own designer gown(worth 2000 pounds) and her family diamonds( worth 55000 pounds sterling) So it was generally regarded that the ladies were scammed by a couple of professionals who had been out on the prowl for such prey, knew where to find it, and how to acquire her valuables.
Then, two weeks later another young lady, again unescorted, had decided to do a tour of the same riverfront establishments. She did so after attending a relatives wedding reception. She had met a rather handsome man while out drinking, and the pair had set off for a second bar when a masked man mugged them of their valuables. Including a 30000 lira ring she had worn, and 10000 Lira of other jewellery. Her friend dropped her off at the bar and went for help, disappearing in the night. Her description of the pair matched the ones who had robbed the Actresses.
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Wow, Barney's had the absolute best afternoon he's had for a really long time. My dad, his girlfriend, her 3 BCs (Lyra, Hovis & Chance), Barney & I all went for a wander up Midsummer Hill together. The weather was a bit nasty, dark, damp & cold (& not ideal for photos) but of course, being collies the dogs didn't care about that one bit.
Barney was in complete heaven, he thought it was awesome having a little gang of border collies to bounce around with. He was sooo much happier & more relaxed than he often is while out on the hills - almost like a different dog. We've been struggling with a bit recently, as Barney's going through one of his nervy periods but today, he just acted like a normal (normal for a collie), confident pup. No worrying about bangs, or other noises & he actually wanted to run around & have fun - rather than stick by my side like glue the whole time. I've had him run with other dogs before & it's not made much of a difference to Barney's confidence levels but apparently, he really, really loves hanging out with his own breed!
He had friendly competitions with merlie girlie Lyra to catch the ball, actually fetched the ball back to me on the occasions he reached it first (something he often won't do when we're out!), ran around happily with the puppy (who was being less bossy this weekend, thank goodness!), barked a lot, rolled around on the grass & played fetch some more. He is now utterly exhausted & has been given an extra painkiller because I suspect he overdid things a bit but it was definitely worth it to see him have such a good time! I have a hideous number of photos waiting to be sorted... This probably isn't technically the best I took but it summed up his happy afternoon :)
View Large and on Black. Looks more like a painting, less like a photo. It's supposed to look like a painting, and "over processed".
Watch out, because she's gunna get you. Ok folks, here you go: The first of two insane edits, edited with Corel Painter 9.5. I was going for the "painting" effect. I'm very proud. I think It turned out amazing. If anyone wants to see the originals let me know. Also, my bone structure an everything like that: Not edited. I really do have those type of cheeks, and those lips, and that shaped nose, and those shaped eyes. I just don't have the light green irises, the platinum hair, or the flawless skin. Unfortunately...
Also, this is my alter ego. I really feel if I cracked my personal shell, I would be this daring, dangerous little kitten. Too bad, because that's just my Ideal. I'm far too happy-go-lucky/ real person to pull this off. Oh, only in my dreams. At least I can look it for now. That's the best part about photography: You can just be YOU.
After some comments: I would really like to know how people can rave about photos that are so over processed, like HDR photos, and other 'shopped photos, but when it comes to a photo turned painting (mind you a majority digital artists works this way) or EVERY edit of some woman, gets so much crap. How is adding a dosage of fantasy so horrible in comparison to the extreme edits of fashion photograph? I guess I'm beginning to rant, but I honestly do appreciate the opinions. I just wish people would approach this from a digital artist's P.O.V. rather than a photographers. And by digital artist I don't mean someone who does post processing, and editing, I'm talking about someone who creates art from a photo. What ever though.
PS: When rating photos, don't put something like ':) I like!' with a rating of 4/10. Just an example. It not only pisses me off, but it pisses off EVERYONE who gets ratings like that.
La, la, la. Sorry for the rant, I'm in a pissy mood...
Anyways I was going for something a little elf/ fairy/ nymph ish.
Here is the original. It was dusk out, so I just used the built in flash.
Pepper doll by Ideal, Tammy's little sister
Wearing dress made for her by Ideal
Lilacs in my yard
Thank goodness deer don't eat lilacs. There are 30 dead arbor vitae behind this bush from deer destruction. At least this one looks good!
Well, would you look at that, there is a life outside of daily Beverley school services. Normally, this spends half the time parked outside of a Beverley leisure centre, but just for once this weekend, Pullman/Ideal have sent it down to Hull for rail replacement service. They really are deeply involved in this, aren't they? Well, it sure is a welcome change to see this straying out from its usual quarters. I'm sure it'll be back on regular duties come the end of the half-term break.
Seen here unusually out of Beverley for once, Ideal Motor Services' BU14 EGK, a 2014 Volvo B11R Jonckheere JHV new to Parks of Hamilton as their LSK 513, cherished with the name of 'Kate Elizabeth', is seen parked up at Hull Interchange awaiting a go on a rail replacement run.
Toyota dari Astra adalah mobil keluarga ideal terbaik Indonesia. Untuk melihat deskripsi tentang mobil ini silahkan kunjungi blog :
An Ebay find for $35 - but in great shape. I cleaned the body and hair. The goal is to eventually make a reproduction witch outfit in black (the original is red).
Many years ago there were one or two of these sold in a "rare" black dress with a supposed history that the dresses were changed to red because parents protested black was evil.
I am quite convinced now that there was never a black dress version, but several people dyed original red dresses black and sold them as "rare."