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identity for Pirouette, a ballet company. leotard comes with size tag, identity price tag, and extra purse to store loose jewelry during ballet practice and performances.
“Without dignity, identity is erased. In its absence, men are defined not by themselves, but by their captors and the circumstances in which they are forced to live.”
I forgot I made this one !
Basically, I remember a lot of people saying that my images of Farleton Knott looked like Hadrian's Wall, or at least how they imagine those ruins to be. So I made this image … but then forgot about it! lol
See, nothing like that great wall up north! ;o) Thanks for viewing.
A random street shots.
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i just had to add this!!
a robbery of bird seed took place today
could someone please point out the culprit from this line up !!!
police are eager to find the little bugger!!
Written by my sister:
The concept of identity, whether it’s your identity as a doll collector, your identity at school or work, or your identity at its deepest level is something we’ve all struggled with at one point or another. I think that, for most of us, we’ve wrestled with our identities more than once in our lives, even if we’re young. What I’ve learned is that you have to define your identity not by how others perceive you but by who you truly are.
When I think about identity, I think a lot about my sister Shelly (the main contributor to A Thousand Splendid Dolls). Shelly was always a lot more concerned than I was about identity. She was a lot more conscious of how she perceived herself compared to her perception of others and how others might see her. As she got older, she actually tried to create an identity for herself. This led, as some of you may know, to the five year doll hiatus we took between being “kids” (I was 19!) and adult collectors.
Shelly wanted to change the way people saw her and how she saw herself. She experimented with listening to different music and wearing make-up, trying new clothes. Most notably, she stopped collecting dolls. But--her interest in dolls never actually went away.
The thing is, we don’t really choose to be interested in dolls. I think what we like in life often chooses us instead. Our interest in collecting dolls was always there, even when we tried to pretend that it wasn’t. The choice we all have to make, however, is whether or not we act on our genuine interests and inborn talents or not.
My senior year of high school, I spent a lot of time with foreign language. I took a Spanish class, a French class, and a study period where I actually got to play teacher’s helper to younger Spanish students. But do you know what the true highlight of my week was? Every Thursday, I would sit with the special needs students at lunch. I would have done it more often, but my other friends pressured me to sit with them four days a week. The two Spanish teachers in the school both treated me like someone who would go into their field of work one day. So did the special ed teacher and the aide that worked in the classroom. Guess which two adults were right about my future? I think in my heart of hearts, a small part of me knew, “I’m going to end up working with special needs students when Spanish doesn’t pan out.”
Fast forward about five years: I had a disastrous time student teaching. My mentor kept telling me I was better suited to working one-to-one. She kept making my dream to teach Spanish sound ridiculous, like it wasn’t ever going to happen. I kept thinking, “But YOU teach Spanish, it’s not like I’m telling you I want to be an astronaut or something!” Needless to say, she wasn’t very kind or inspiring. If anything, her doubts in me made me determined to prove her wrong, not give up.
Nearly three years later, I had another shot at teaching Spanish, this time as a real teacher, not one in practice. It was a short term position, only two months, just to cover a maternity leave. Needless to say, it was practically the longest two months of my life! In this situation, I had lots of good, supportive colleagues/mentors and it still didn’t work. By the end of that school year, I accepted something--teaching Spanish wasn’t my path in life. The voice in the back of my brain suggested I consider being an aide. I was afraid to listen to that voice at the wrong time for the wrong reason (the reason being that I loved the school and wanted to stay). Fortunately, however being a substitute teacher at the time, I got to dabble in a little of everything.
The best career advice I can give to anyone? When I was trying to teach Spanish, I felt like my teacher persona was this alter ego I put on with my work clothes. By the second day of working with special needs kids, I no longer felt like I was performing a part in a play. I felt like I was being MYSELF--my real, true self. It was incredibly liberating. That is how you should feel at your job, like you can be the same person at work that you REALLY are. Additionally, I suddenly found that my new career path had brought out the best version of my true self.
I have now been an aide in a special needs classroom for nearly four school years. Those two months teaching Spanish felt like an eternity and I constantly desired for it to be over. The four years in my classroom, however, have felt like nothing. And I would never want that precious time to end. I am very blessed and I have no regrets. I even feel grateful for the journey that took me there--meeting the people I got to meet, working where I work, and that endless joy of embracing my true self. I don’t think a week has ever gone by in the last four years without me thinking, “I am SO glad I’m doing this instead of Spanish.” I remember the struggle to realize who I really was, and I’m thankful for it.
I think this is very similar to what Shelly experienced in terms of finding out who she really was. I remember going to flea markets during those doll-less years. We’d see dolls occasionally and I could see so much in her face. I could see the interest, the hidden longing. I could see her mentally identifying what types of dolls she was seeing. Above all, I could see the regret. She regretted that we weren’t playing with or buying dolls anymore and was sure to be thinking, “If only I saw this two years ago. We could have had so much fun.” Part of how I know she was thinking that? I was thinking the exact same thing!
And getting back into dolls? It brought her the great joy that finding the right place to work brought me. She was reunited with a piece of herself she’d buried and tried to forget. Also, the constant gratitude for finding herself again was the same as mine. Dolls have always been important to both of us. We both always had a strong, innate interest in them. This was amplified by all the hours we spent enjoying dolls together--both in childhood and as adults. Our time away from dolls made us see just how much the hobby means to us. I wouldn’t change the doll hiatus any more than I would change my time as a Spanish teacher. Sometimes you have to find out who you are by finding out who you are not. In the words of Jason Mraz--”I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not and who I am.”
But even after one has embraced that he or she is and always will be a doll collector at heart, the quest to find one’s identity is still not over. Today in the world of social media, so many factors influence our identities and our self perception. In fact, this isn’t exclusive to doll collecting--I think social media influences everyone’s perception of his or her identity regardless of their personal interests. But let’s stick with doll collecting as an example--
First, even if you aren’t posting on social media yourself, odds are you are exposed to other people’s thoughts and ideas--and ways to collect--just by surfing the internet. Some people get lured into another person’s aesthetics or personal taste by seeing their pictures on Instagram or watching their YouTube videos. Some people will see a collection like ours--which took two sisters over twenty years to build--when they are just starting to collect and get discouraged. I don’t know how many times Shelly will get a YouTube comment like “I’ll never have as many dolls as you.” They get discouraged by someone else’s collection or way of collecting and think that they’ll never be able to compare.
Sometimes, someone will idolize someone else’s account so much that they try to mimic that other person--either by formatting, type of dolls they are collecting, what they do with their dolls, style of picture or video, or all of the above. When this happens, people miss out on thinking for themselves and doing things because it makes them happy. They wind up thinking that happiness equates to being like somebody else instead of what they actually like. I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with saying “I like how so-and-so takes pictures” or “Hmmm. I never liked Liv dolls before but she makes them look fun” and taking inspiration on things that you actually like.
Likewise, people feel afraid to collect certain dolls because other collectors spend so much time putting them down and saying they aren’t worth the money. Unfortunately, a lot of negative comments and views tend to circulate a lot faster than posts saying positive things. Even if you aren’t posting your own collection on social media, it is easy to see someone’s review of a doll line and feel turned off from trying something out.
Second, people tend to get concerned about internet popularity--number of views, subscribers, number of likes, etc. This can cause people to feel defeated, because they’ll never achieve the desired stats, or inferior because they constantly compare themselves to others. They can also stop posting what they really love and post things based on what is trendy and will get them the most attention. All of this can make you forget what you love about sharing YOUR personal collection.
Another major way that social media impacts a doll collector’s identity is the amount of criticism other doll collectors give doll collectors. For example, when we posted Shelly’s Monster High first edition re-release dolls on her first Flickr account, a lot of collectors were putting them down and saying they weren’t the same as the actual originals. Now, Shelly and I didn’t actually believe this just because a few people said so. However, it did make us a bit mad and made us think of that when we saw the dolls for a while. In fact, I think this was one of the last straws in terms of why Shelly got fed up and deleted that Flickr.
The criticism and negative comments can also make a doll collector feel bad about sharing his or her collection with other people. For example, if people constantly criticize your photography style or video format, I’d imagine you wouldn’t be as eager to upload new content. Likewise, if someone says they don’t enjoy your descriptions or the type of dolls you like to photograph most, it will make you feel bad about yourself and your collection.
This is all human nature. I think that between myself and Shelly we have fallen victim to every one of these these ways social media can affect your identity as a doll collector (or as a person) over the years. How do we avoid this trap? I think the key is to take a step back and really think about what makes YOU happy. What types of dolls do you enjoy buying? What do you like to do with them? What do you love about doll collecting? The bottom line, both in real life and in doll collecting is to stay authentic to yourself. Never let anyone’s idea of who you should be affect how you see yourself. And if you see that you’re trying to be someone that you really aren’t? It’s pretty easy to fix. Just do whatever it is that makes you happy, whether it’s collecting dolls or finding a job that sets you free.
Our real identity is always there inside us, even if we try to ignore it for a while. We can’t change it. We can, however, choose to act on it and listen to our hearts. Embrace who you really are and set yourself free.
The sky erupts in shades of pink, coral, and deep blue as dawn breaks over San Francisco, captured from the iconic Twin Peaks viewpoint. This elevated perspective—nearly 1,000 feet above sea level—offers one of the city's most breathtaking panoramas, showing the urban grid stretching toward the bay while the sky performs its daily color spectacular.
The timing is perfect. That brief window when artificial lights still glow across the cityscape while natural light begins painting the eastern sky creates a magical duality. Street lamps trace the city's arterial roads through residential neighborhoods, their orange sodium vapor lights creating warm pools against the cool predawn darkness. Larger commercial districts shine brighter—likely the Bayview industrial corridor and Candlestick Point area catching early morning activity. Across the bay, the East Bay cities of Oakland, Berkeley, and beyond create a continuous necklace of lights along the far shore.
The sky itself demands attention. Wispy clouds catch and scatter the sunrise in layers of pink and salmon, creating horizontal bands of color that gradiate from deep navy blue overhead through purple and rose toward that brilliant peachy-orange glow near the horizon. It's the kind of sunrise that stops people mid-commute, that gets shared across social media, that reminds San Franciscans why they tolerate the city's challenges. The atmospheric conditions—likely some marine layer influence creating those striated clouds—turn an ordinary sunrise into something spectacular.
Looking at the urban fabric below, you can read San Francisco's residential character. The dense grid of houses and low-rise buildings filling the foreground represents neighborhoods like Noe Valley, Glen Park, or Bernal Heights—communities of single-family homes, small apartment buildings, and tree-lined streets that give San Francisco its human scale despite being a major city. The brighter commercial zones punctuate the residential sea, marking neighborhood business districts and larger employers that anchor local economies.
The bay itself provides the ultimate backdrop. That dark band of water stretching across the middle distance separates San Francisco from the East Bay, its surface barely distinguishable from land at this twilight hour. The Bay Bridge would be visible from this vantage during full daylight, connecting the city to Oakland and beyond. During World War II, this bay teemed with military vessels. During the Gold Rush, it was choked with abandoned ships as crews deserted to seek fortune in the Sierra foothills. Now it's a commuter corridor, environmental restoration zone, and recreational playground—always central to Bay Area identity.
Twin Peaks itself holds special significance in San Francisco's geography and culture. These two hills—remnants of the ancient Franciscan Formation that forms much of the city's bedrock—were called "Los Pechos de la Chola" (Breasts of the Indian Maiden) by early Spanish settlers. The Ohlone people who inhabited these lands for thousands of years before European contact knew them by different names lost to history. Now they're preserved parkland offering 360-degree views that help residents and visitors understand San Francisco's unique topography—a city built on dozens of hills jutting up from a peninsula barely seven miles square.
The residential development pattern visible here tells stories about San Francisco's growth. Those tightly packed homes spreading across every available hillside represent waves of expansion—post-earthquake reconstruction, post-war suburban development, and continuous infill that's made San Francisco one of America's densest cities. The preservation of Twin Peaks as open space rather than building site represents hard-won victories by conservation advocates who understood that cities need breathing room, viewpoints, and preserved natural areas as much as they need housing and commerce.
This view also reveals what you can't see from street level—the sheer scale of the city's lighting infrastructure, the energy consumption represented by thousands of glowing windows and street lights, the environmental footprint of urban density. Yet density has advantages. These compact neighborhoods support public transit, walkable amenities, and lower per-capita resource use than sprawling suburbs. San Francisco's environmental contradictions—progressive values meeting high consumption reality—play out in scenes like this.
Sometimes I wonder if Beibei is actually a dog.
I am not sure if it is Flickr or Firefox but the brightness of my uploaded photos is always reduced! This is very irritating when they look properly lighted in Photoshop. Colour management had been enabled in Firefox already.
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It feels good to do something a little different than I have been. I'm hoping to go with Sarah to Folsom Lake and do some water manips...but nothing's set in stone. Needless to say I'm SO TIRED of shooting in this apartment. I'm really feeling stretched for creativity. And the more I work at Best Buy the more and more I hate my D60. It sucks. It won't even let me autofocus my 50mm lens...which would make all my images much crisper, sharper, and cleaner. POO.
But enough complaining, check out my blog entry to see a bit of the creative process and before/after images. Also, feel free to like me on facebook
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Not every species of bird who comes to the seed banquet is depicted in the Guide to Common and Notable Species of Washington Birds we keep next to the window.
The identity of this charming little bird remains a mystery. He or she is endearing because of the unique way they scuffle about in the sand in search of seeds.
None of the other species who feed here do that. Instead they hunt, hop and peck, just like I do on my keyboard.
The beak makes me think it's a finch but, if so, what type? Well, as it happens this bird is not a finch after all. A birder friend identified it as a fox sparrow.
In her wisdom, Mother Nature probably saw to it this bird scuffled for seeds so that some seeds would end up buried in the process and so would germinate come the rain.
Here is some information about fox sparrows:
Fox Sparrows spend a lot of time on the ground, using their sturdy legs to kick away leaf litter in search of insects and seeds. They rarely venture far from cover, and they frequently associate with other sparrows. In spring and summer, listen for Fox Sparrows’ sweet, whistled song from scrub or forest; also, pay attention for a sharp smack call.
Fox Sparrows breed in coniferous forest and dense mountain scrub. They spend winters in scrubby habitat and forest, when they are most likely to be seen kicking around under backyard bird feeders.
Fox Sparrows vary greatly across their range. “Red” Fox Sparrows, widely distributed across the boreal forest of northern North America, are rusty above with some pale gray on the head and rufous splotches on the underparts.
The “Slate-colored” Fox Sparrow of the mountains of the Interior West is small-billed and dull gray above with brownish splotches below.
The range-restricted “Thick-billed” Fox Sparrow of California’s Sierra Nevada mountains looks like a “Slate-colored” Fox Sparrow but has a very large, chunky bill.
“Sooty” Fox Sparrows along the Pacific Coast are very dark brown above.
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Fox_Sparrow/id
Ocean Park, Washington.
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At a time when the majority of the Tangara fleet had been "Milgaraed" with yellow fronts and yellow doors, T25 was somewhat of an oddity. The panel on the emergency door had been damaged and replaced with an older panel still with the L7 logo on it. This set ran around for a few weeks before eventually being replaced or repainted with a yellow panel.
i was wondering what to do for today, i was tempted to do another homage ( i have a few lined up) but was thinking about some stuff and i remembered that i got this 'super deluxe wide angle lens with macro' thing a few years ago that attaches to your lens, i have never used it and thought it was a waste of time (i should have spent the money on a lens instead).
i wanted to play around with the wide angle but the only lens it will fit on is my 50mm, so i started playing with the macro bit. and thought it would be cool to do a fingerprint as that is your unique identity etc. so here you are.
D200, Nikkor 50mm with strange macro attachment thing from Singapore, remote, silver ink, mirror to reflect light. oh and i wasn;t sure if i should have done this in black and white
Textures: My own
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First Manchester Scania L94UA Solar Fusion 10017 (X401 CSG). When brand new, numbered 2201 and in Barbie Livery branded with the Gold service⭐ decals.
The one of a kind bendy, as it was the only Wright Solar Fusion within First Group. 10017 was first registered on 1 February 2001 with the fleet number (2201) and began operation on the 135 alongside 15 Volvo B10LA Wright Fusions.
She stayed loyal to Bury garage as well as the 135 (Bury - Manchester), with a few stints on the 471 (Rochdale - Bolton) of course. But... just like the B10LA's, 10017 would be transferred to Bolton depot whilst Bury got their hands on 18 brand new (2005) Scania OmniCity artics (N94UA's).
With 10017 now a Bolton bus, she would become a regular on the No. 8 which of course lead to her receiving Overground branding for that particular route. This would only last for three years, as by 2008 First Manchester would order Volvo B9TL Eclipse Gemini's which were branded for the 8 (Bolton - Manchester).
By 2009, all of the aging artics would be cascaded onto the 582 (Leigh - Bolton) after losing all of their previous route branding. Not long after this, all of the Volvo B10LA's would be withdrawn from service as they because less reliable. 10017 on the other hand was still proving to be quite the work horse. Therefore was given another chance and transferred back to Bury depot to join the Scania Omnicity artics on the 135.
Now back home in Bury, she would receive a few modifications, like the removal of the iconic half wheel skirts as well as the modified assault screen in the cab. By 2012, 10017 would lose the First Barbie livery in favour of the new Olympia colour scheme. This of course being First's new corporate identity at the time. First Manchester's Solar Fusion would go on to continue its reliable service until 6th December 2016 when she was involved in a collision with the central reservation at junction 19 on the M60. Due to the age of 10017 as well as it not being economically viable to repair, she was withdrawn from service ending the career of First Manchester's unique and rare bendy. Not long after she would have been stripped for parts, then scrapped. This was extremely unfortunate as this particular bus would have been the perfect candidate for preservation.
Fortunately, Ex Nottingham City Transport L94UA Wright Solar Fusion (FE02 AKV) 704 has been preserved which is great, considering that vehicle shares a similar spec to 10017. Although it isn't really the same as that old-school First bus charm!
The news that Google may be retiring the Blogger identity prompted me to go through my archives to find the original Blogger designs I did for Pyra in 1999. This is all I could find.
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The passage way at the South Western Cairn at Balnuaran of Clava is focused on the sky. Many chambered cairns are aligned either with the position of the Sun, Moon, or the planet Venus. The Sun and Moon alignments bring about a living calendar to any aligned chambered cairn. Such alignments are more easily recorded without the cairns. The Sun and Moon alignment seems set into the stone structures for the use of the cairns beyond clocks and calendars to generate the identity of the structure in the design. These impressive monumental communal structures were open and visited by their constructors for several hundreds of years. Later they were filled in possibly when a new way of worship and reverence was found and so the old sacred sites were closed. The cairns in their large size seem set to hold great importance for many people and yet their small passages and chambers are only available for either small groups, or individuals. The light from the Solstice Sun gives a direct beam along the passage and into the chamber at the day chosen with the Summer longest day and Winter shortest day having positions on the horizon at dawn and at sunset available for the builders to set their structure around. Those that took part in interior ceremony could be experiencing a rite of passage and from their inner seclusion they could be greeted by the Sun entering in at a significant moment and then by all that were gathered around the large monuments as the adorants came back to the community after their isolation.
I remember from a few decades ago the stones at the rear of the chamber being brought to life by the Sun when it shone straight along the passage. This light dancing on a stone with either quartz, or granite in could be the first light for the adorant to see after days of fasting, maybe of eating ceremonial food and of intense meditation so that the light in the stone shone to show life in the bone of the land the stone that would be the collection place for the cleaned bones of the dead as markers of belonging and signs of knowing all returning to the glowering Sun, to the finding of the murmuring of the Moon and to the awakening to the stellar shimmering the stars.
The highlighted section of the chamber could be the projection screen of the tomb. After a period of darkness in the chamber the light returning through projection focused along the passage would dance on the projection screen stones and with a tone from the human voice the dust in the passage could be seen to move in and out of waves and lozenge shapes forming transient structures in the moving dust and light. The light held such delicate structures possible only for a short while along the alignment at either dawn, or sunset and the shapes would slow and cease as the light source moved away from the direct alignment in matter of minutes. These waves and lozenge shapes are were carved into the stones of some chambered cairns leaving a record in the stone on the bone of the land a presentation hammered into the stone that was home to the ancestors and the shaping of the returning regenerating medium that as it wore down gave vital nutrients to the next new growth that through roots and shoots, seeds and flowers would break down the stones into sparkling sands and grits echoing the steady progressions and predictable processions of the lights of the camp fires shining out with hope and potential in the sky above.
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Clava Cairns Near Inverness, IV2 5EU
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A Visitors’ Guide to Balnuaran of Clava a prehistoric cemetery
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Balnuaran Of Clava, South-west
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Highland Historic Environment Record
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