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I have not as yet got excited about taking photos inside the house so I have made do by taking the camera to the supermarket! The sunset was great, the location a little less so.
Making potential standards. And these are just a few of my favorites.
I suppose each could be a different branch for EEC like (from left to right) Polish standard, winter Marine, winter standard, some sort of urban commando, heavy trooper and some other guy, but then I'd feel obligated to build at least 20 of each :P
Sorry for the bad pic.
This is New Zealand’s only floating underwater observatory with a 360 degree views at 10 m underwater. The rare black coral and colourful sea creatures such as Blue Cod and Butterfly Perch that teem just below the surface can be seen here. Due to its unique underwater environment, Milford Sound is home to species of black coral usually found at depths of 500m or more, including magnificent 300 year old 'trees'. See more at: www.southerndiscoveries.co.nz/milford-sound/milford-disco...
Located about 5 miles downriver from Cincinnati. The towboat Atlantis, owned by Carlisle and Bray, and the BTB Special, owned by McGinnis, Inc, are used for making and breaking tows and moving small tows of barges to locations that are local.
Being active is a choice and one that leads to good health.
Sony Alpha 7C II & Sigma 28-70mm F2.8 DG DN Contemporary
... sticks have been rubbed ... now the sparks are being used to ignite the straw. Damaraland, Namibia
Hoi An lanterns are a hallmark of Hoi An in Quang Nam, a province in the central region of Vietnam. oi An is famous for its dazzling lanterns, which light up the streets, temples, and riversides with a stunning array of colors and designs.
My friend, Biscuit Head.
The Ohio River was up some 5-6 feet above normal pool, but I couldn’t wait anymore to explore the lower McAlpine pool. The 4:30am wake up was way too early but the traffic for the hour drive to the ramp was worth it. I arrived at daybreak and launched into the dimmest of light…not the smartest decision since there was still quite a bit of drift.
As I cut across the river to get a better view of sunrise, I decided to beach on a small mud shore on the Kentucky side. The river was like glass, the air was crisp and cool and my second cup of coffee nearly gone. I only mention that it was my second cup because any man 60+ years old understands the simple math…Second cup of coffee + a drive of 45 or more minutes = a bathroom must be secured and quickly!
In this case, I laid down my camera in the driver’s seat and stepped off the bow into the mud to find a tree. The sun was just clearing the hills of Southern Harrison County as I decided to check out the small beach for artifacts. And then, without warning I heard the very loud and distinctive slap of a beaver tail! I have heard/witnessed this act many times as it is their way of warning, in this case me, that I am too close. The funny part is I had no idea where they came from. I say they because she (Sex is assumed and assigned by me for the purpose telling this tale. No beavers were harmed in the assigning of this sex!) had a very young kit with her. I have seen young before, this little one’s head was about the size of a biscuit…not your run of the mill biscuit either, but a Pillsbury Homestyle Grands Biscuit. Thus his (also assumed) name.
Her first tail slap was so close to the right back corner that it splashed quite a bit of water into my boat, her second was several seconds later, then she dove and disappeared under the sky’s reflection. Surprisingly, little Biscuit Head didn’t dive with her, as a matter of fact he went to the other side of the boat and started swimming in concentric circles, maybe 10-12 feet across. I thought sure he would depart as I stepped into the boat to retrieve my wet camera. He did not. As I lifted my lens and started making adjustments to the new level of light, I heard yet another slap from mom, some 40-50 yards down river. Biscuit Head didn’t waver, his interest in me was as great as my interest in him. Mom continued with a slap every few seconds…reminding me of when I was young and my mother wanted me to come along, and right NOW…instead of a tail slap it was a foot stomp and a wide-eyed frozen stare. Having a thick head like my little friend Biscuit Head, I saw that stare hundreds of times.
After taking 15-20 safety shots, I lowered my camera to just enjoy the encounter. After mom’s 10th or so slap he exited his circle pattern and started paddling his little heart out in her direction. I thanked God the encounter.
Adventure before dementia.
Picturing what was going on at the other end of this sexy call, as i described the ff nylons, stiletto heels and short colourful dress i was wearing in detail. He seemed to focus on the feel of my nylons and those long red nails teasing him. How would you like to have me teasing you on the phone, bringing relief at the end of a long day, perhaps you might want more details and to dial that number :-) x
After making a short trip back to the SMS "offices" in Morrisville, the crew of PW-1 heads back towards Kitchenmans to finish their work for the day.
2021 Weekly Alphabet Challenge, Week 18, R for Ripe
What to do when you've got loads of ripe strawberries ? Make a fancy Eton mess for dessert :-)
A common sight on my daily walks at Furzton Lake, dogs and their owners stopping to get pally…
EXPLORED 16.2.2024.
CSX CW44AC number 524, still in 1990s-vintage YN2 garb, charges uphill at NE Bay Minette with manifest train M601. This hill, which crests a little shy of a mile ahead in downtown Bay Minette, is the last hill southbound trains must face on the M&M Sub. Past the south end of Bay Minette siding, the railroad begins a gentle but long descent to sea level and crosses the swampy delta north of Mobile Bay before entering Sibert Yard, adjacent to the Alabama State Docks.
On a walk around the city to catch up on what's happening September 18, 2015 Christchurch New Zealand.
All about the rebuild in the city: ccdu.govt.nz/