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The snow keeps coming here in Provo this winter. I walked across the BYU campus last week taking photos of some of the snowscape. This bench near the Engineering Building was thoroughly covered and waiting for the thaw. When will it come?
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I am always one / Without a warning / Whole days reappear / Lift away / Past the gate / Desert keeps forming underneath the black moon (Wilco)
see the original photograph on www.hobokollektiv.net
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch
Woke up early this morning ,Capital Q said he was benching but was itching to do a wall so we woke Lesen up and before you know it Craver was rushing through rushour traffic as well with Rukis on his way from a different direction and before you know it BLAOW! How ya like me now , we got a little production goin in tha rain!
For the Macro Monday theme "Tick".
The mechanism that keeps a watch ticking (although these have now been refashioned into my favourite cufflinks).
Yesterday I posted a rant about my shooting technique: www.flickr.com/photos/earl_reinink/51320785120/in/datepos...
So here is the rest of the story. Admitting that I am lazy and do most of my shooting from my mobile bird blind (yes, a 2021 Dodge Ram 2500 Limited - complete with massive 6.7 litre Cummins diesel). I am sure you can see the advantages - and surely the lens sticking out of the window.
As a side note, I know there are some highly opinionated tree huggers who will criticize my Ram power and mileage, go pound salt - don't care. This story is about my bird blind.
The camo over the window is not to hide from the birds, its more an interest in self-preservation. The horse flies up here are as large as a their name sake, mosquitoes the size of teradactal's , blackflies the size of a dinner plate! Camo keeps the bugs out.
The advantage of the mobile blind is that you can cover a lot of area quicker, along with the added benefit of coffee, music and seating comfort.
Sure, the camera lens is big, but how can it be confused for a howitzer? Logic alone dictates that the blowback alone would obliterate the Ram and me as well.
Should you chance to see me on the backroads, just drive on by or join me for a coffee - don't call the police!
What keeps mankind alive?
The fact that millions are daily tortured
Stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed
Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance
In keeping its humanity repressed
And for once you must try not to shriek the facts
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts
(What Keeps Mankind Alive? - Tom Waits)
Myles keeps the seat warm for me. He loves to watch the flickr videos if they have barking in them. This is a common occurance to find him here. More so if I am in the seat as well.
Explore~115 on January 6, 2010
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
I wanna fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Til I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution -- Fly Like An Eagle Steve Miller and Steve McCarty
From the archives and at home.
The silence keeps it easy
Keeps you safe for the moment.
You took everything but it left you empty
You can't replace me, you can't
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Soooo this is different for me. I'm not really the blood and gore type, but I've been wanting to try new things with my photography and get out of my comfort zone a bit, and I thought it was about time I did a blood shoot ;)
Don't be fooled by the morbid/dark feel of these pictures though; I probably looked like a crazy person while I was taking them. I was swatting mosquitoes left and right--they were attracted by the sugaryness of the "blood"--and my hair kept getting sticky from it and then collecting sticks and leaves and such. I kept stepping on pokers too, so I'd jump and squeel every few seconds. The location, however, was perfect for the pictures I had in mind, so at least that worked out for me. Let me tell you though, it felt SO good to shower it all off when I got home--I was a sticky mess. haha
I probably won't be doing a blood shoot again for a while, but this was definitely fun to try :) Off to go check out your streams now!
P.S. White doesn't do it justice. PLEASE view on black.
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...that keeps me from dancing with the one i love, but my mind holds the key.
My pose is awkward, and I'm not sure, but that pretty much sums how I feel right now, so here you go. If it looks familiar, that's cause it's an outtake of this.
The moment I met you, I thought: it is possible I have imagined my whole life.
These are a few items I found at the cabin we stayed in last week. I loved this little book ,mainly for the illustrations. I was intrigued by the bird who was almost as large as the baby, and the strange look of the doll or little girl who has fallen. The camera was made from 1940 to 48 and the book was published in 1932.
BFG keeps the action going with the Nation of GO Tour.
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in a city that never pauses, this moment in barcelona feels like a circuit break from the everyday current. surrounded by charger cables, plastic cases, and prepaid promises, a man sits like time doesn’t apply. his gaze is lost in the screen, while outside the glass the city keeps moving. but inside, it’s another rhythm—slower, quieter. the light isn’t from the sun but from backlit displays. the scene is cramped and cluttered, yet it radiates calm. in the capital of speed, there’s still space to drift.
Proud to say these are some of the finest nurse I've every worked with .......Many of us have left and moved onto other nursing careers, many have remained and moved up the ropes in the role they play, each and every one holds a dear place in my heart ...Blessed and thrilled to see them !
It keeps hurting me.
On Me//
Hair & Beret :
*barberyumyum*51 & beret(A) *NEW FLF
Clothes :
::{u.f.o}::sweater with long tullet skirt - black
Around Me//
* SORGO - Lucky Keys
:HAIKEI: Lazy Sunday gacha {4} @ K9 *NEW
:HAIKEI: Lazy Sunday gacha {3} @ K9 *NEW
It's just a square mile, and we have to keep those old architectural gems - so the only way is up. Different perspective of the concave facade I posted before..
🎶Ugh, Tez keeps telling me he just turned 30. Having dreams of being single forever he's getting worried. And I'm scared too because I'm in the same boat. Good women are rare too, none of them have come close. Me I haven't changed much, you know how I play. Better safe than sorry. Instead of searching for substance at every single party. Baby being part of this life. I feel like I'm bound to end up with somebody that's been with everybody. I need you to rescue me from my destiny I'm trying to live right and give you whatever's left of me. Cause you know life is what we make it and chance is like a picture, it'd be nice if you just take it. Or let me take it for ya. I'm just down to ride. Or we can roll around the city until we finally decide. I got more than a thing for you, tattoo and ink for you. Right over my heart girl I do the unthinkable.🎶
Creds: Chyna Frakture / CapturedMemories Photography&Art
I have a collection of ten dental casts—most were made when my kids wore braces, but the one in the middle (most scary!) belongs to my wife, who had an implant done earlier this year. I must say, she has never posed for my camera so patiently, what a welcome change! I keep all the casts in a glass cabinet and they invariably draw the attention of our guests.
I got the porcelain apple core from my wife as a birthday gift to "decorate" my desk. She often eats behind my desk and is annoyed when I ask her to clean it afterwards. The apple core was supposed to "cure my perfectionism". It never worked. After a couple of days it bugged me so much on my desk that I put it away in my surreal cabinet with the jaws and other oddities.
The garden at Sissinghurst Castle in the Weald of Kent, in England at Sissinghurst village, is owned and maintained by the National Trust. It is among the most famous gardens in England and is grade I listed.
Sissinghurst's garden was created in the 1930s by Vita Sackville-West, poet and gardening writer, and her husband Harold Nicolson, author and diplomat. Sackville-West was a writer on the fringes of the Bloomsbury Group who found her greatest popularity in the weekly columns she contributed as gardening correspondent of The Observer, which incidentally—for she never touted it—made her own garden famous. The garden itself is designed as a series of 'rooms', each with a different character of colour and/or theme, the walls being high clipped hedges and many pink brick walls. The rooms and 'doors' are so arranged that, as one enjoys the beauty in a given room, one suddenly discovers a new vista into another part of the garden, making a walk a series of discoveries that keeps leading one into yet another area of the garden. Nicolson spent his efforts coming up with interesting new interconnections, while Sackville-West focused on making the flowers in the interior of each room exciting.
For Sackville-West, Sissinghurst and its garden rooms came to be a poignant and romantic substitute for Knole, reputedly the largest house in Britain, which as the only child of Lionel, the 3rd Lord Sackville she would have inherited had she been a male, but which had passed to her cousin as the male heir.
The site is ancient; "hurst" is the Saxon term for an enclosed wood. A manor house with a three-armed moat was built here in the Middle Ages. In 1305, King Edward I spent a night here. It was long thought that in 1490 Thomas Baker, a man from Cranbrook, purchased Sissinghurst, although there is no evidence for it. What is certain is that the house was given a new brick gatehouse in the 1530s by Sir John Baker, one of Henry VIII's Privy Councillors, and greatly enlarged in the 1560s by his son Sir Richard Baker, when it became the centre of a 700-acre (2.8 km2) deer park. In August 1573 Queen Elizabeth I spent three nights at Sissinghurst.
After the collapse of the Baker family in the late 17th century, the building had many uses: as a prisoner-of-war camp during the Seven Years' War; as the workhouse for the Cranbrook Union; after which it became homes for farm labourers.
Sackville-West and Nicolson found Sissinghurst in 1930 after concern that their property Long Barn, near Sevenoaks, Kent, was close to development over which they had no control. Although Sissinghurst was derelict, they purchased the ruins and the farm around it and began constructing the garden we know today. The layout by Nicolson and planting by Sackville-West were both strongly influenced by the gardens of Gertrude Jekyll and Edwin Lutyens; by the earlier Cothay Manor in Somerset, laid out by Nicolson's friend Reginald Cooper, and described by one garden writer as the "Sissinghurst of the West Country"; and by Hidcote Manor Garden, designed and owned by Lawrence Johnston, which Sackville-West helped to preserve. Sissinghurst was first opened to the public in 1938.
The National Trust took over the whole of Sissinghurst, its garden, farm and buildings, in 1967. The garden epitomises the English garden of the mid-20th century. It is now very popular and can be crowded in peak holiday periods. In 2009, BBC Four broadcast an eight-part television documentary series called Sissinghurst, describing the house and garden and the attempts by Adam Nicolson and his wife Sarah Raven, who are 'Resident Donors', to restore a form of traditional Wealden agriculture to the Castle Farm. Their plan is to use the land to grow ingredients for lunches in the Sissinghurst restaurant. A fuller version of the story can be found in Nicolson's book, Sissinghurst: An Unfinished History (2008).
For further information please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sissinghurst_Castle_Garden and www.nationaltrust.org.uk/sissinghurst-castle-garden
What has become an annual event that just keeps on keeping on, is the Auto fest Spring car Nats held in Shepparton. Here is a link to the event organisers page, autofest.com.au/.
The event has been going for over 30 years, and for many there is no better way to spend the weekend than with like-minded people, as the entrants burn rubber with an excess of horsepower, that is thankfully quite obscene : )
There was and is everything from the go to woe, handling events, drifting, and of cause burn outs! Burnouts bouncing of the rev limiting, literally hitting the redline burnouts. How much rubber do they burn, enough so I can smell it from my house nearly a mile away : ) PS the smoke signals might be cultural appropriation, so some one should bring along a Pontiac and make it officially ok : P
Jack Danniels www.jackdaniels.com/en-au has a bar, so Tennessee is represented, although in the main part, not much American iron turns up at the event in comparison to the Australian contingent and Japanese cars.
V8s are the flavour, although you might be surprised like I was this year to see a Honda S2000 turn up, a pleasant inclusion, with one of the all-time great 4 bangers in it.
Black snot is a thing, that is if you can handle the close quarters action! You might like to take some year plugs, even then for about mile you will still be able to hear the cars at it.
As a car enthusiast I enjoy the day, friendly people getting their thing on, and having a great time.
PS. Make sure you drink lots of water, and keep hydrated!
What keeps you so far away?
We can swim in silence
You can pull me under
I will not come up for anyone
I can slowly sink in
Watch you as you leave
I will drown until you care.
I will drown until you care.
-Paramore.
Because of the way I executed this, it's small and weird, so please view on black. XD
The words in the picture aren't lyrics. They're my thoughts, my emotions, my feelings. What I am inside.
And you're so far away. What keeps you so far away?
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Flickr keeps stealing my description and tags. 4 times now!
Let's try this again. :P
I've been caught in an obsessive, *ahem*, I mean, creative whirlwind designing new dresses to add to the Hopeless Romantic series and putting the finishing touches on this little one, along with a few other projects I am dying to share with all of you! ^__^
I always wish I could be one of those incredible artists (and many friends here) who are able to present a constant steady flow of lovely things to share, while taking regular pictures, keeping in touch with everyone and still living the rest of their lives with family, friends, pets, exercise, errands, chores, business, etc. I am genuinely in awe of all of you! I really have tried, but I don't think I will ever be that person. I seem to go through phases and need large chunks of time to accomplish each part of this balance rather separately and become very quiet at times as well.
Maybe it's just different for everybody and that's ok, too.
I guess I just want you all to know, that even though I don't update or post comments regularly, I do care about you all and think of you quite often. <3
ps- also, I don't recommend spilling an entire glass of water on your open laptop... while it's on... or off either I guess. That doesn't do much to help with keeping in touch, either.
Kisses & Squish!
Keeps the doctor away, or so they say. But like a lot of health information there is no saying how true this is. I am reminded of this when listening to the ABC's Health report today with a discussion on the effects of Zinc on keeping our colds away. It seems a Cochrane review shows very little efficacy. Well that won't stop the health gurus pumping it up to the hilt! But at least an apple is tasty, full of juice, crunchy and not fattening. www.abc.net.au/listen/programs/healthreport/zinc-cold-flu...
Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment
And she never complains
Well, hardly ever
And then jokingly she says
Boy, it's been so long since I held you
I nearly gave you up for dead
I nearly gave you up for dead
I nearly gave you up for dead
Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
This is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia I am at your command
At least until morning comes
Then, I must be off again
I must be off again
Lydia, you know I always talk about conscious decisions
About running my own life
But maybe I'm fooling myself
It's a role I like to play
'Cause more often than not I'm down here on the corner
I'm sorry I woke you
Do you feel like some company?
Babe, I need a place to stay
Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
This is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia, I am at your command
At least until morning comes
Then I must be off again
I must be off again
Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
This is more than I had planned
Lydia, Lydia, I am at your command
At least until morning comes
Then I must be off again
I must be off again
I sleep with a woman who thinks I'm a child
Well, maybe I am
No, that wouldn't surprise anyone
I suspect that much is true
But, Lydia, if you only knew just how much I love you
Did you know that I love you?
It's the best that I can do
Lydia, Lydia, how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all
No, this is more than I had planned
1979
PerformerDean Friedman
TitleLydia
Yes it is the diaphragm blades you see - I was amazed to see them!
Exposure: 30 sec
The only light source: moon
just keeps on spinning.
A while ago, I placed a bet--and bought a diesel engine out of a sunken boat. I'd lived on that boat once, and knew that engine--so I took a gamble: if it could be fixed--wonderful! But just as likely, it could a rusted, fused block of scrap metal. Make a deal, and spin the wheel.
After cleaning, draining, re-oiling--the moment of truth came when I put a deep dish socket on the front of the engine crank and started "zorking" with the ratchet wrench.
The roulette ball fell into my number at that moment. That flywheel spun and the pistons rose and fell in their cylinders with a satisfying hiss of compression. I spun the engine several times, pumping fresh oil onto those surfaces that had been funked up with muddy river water.
No bells rang, no flashing lights, or piles of chips pushed my way. Just the satisfaction of knowing that sweet old Westerbeke was one step closer to pushing a boat down the river. Let the Spinning Wheel Spin!