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Ultra rare Max Roadster, made in the-Netherlands, it is currently one of only 8 on the road in the Netherlands. Max started making these roadsters in 1989 and it shared parts with the Citroen AX. This example was imported to the Netherlands in 2006 and still has the same owner
Max loves to help me make the bed.....trouble is, he hinders more than helps, as he loves to get under the covers!
Taken with my phone, as it was the only camera handy!
Max spent a very enjoyable ten minutes rolling about on the carpet in the sunlight! We haven't seen much the last week or two!
tomada un dia lunes a las 10:33 de la mañana, salimos de chota y recorriamos la pampa de ña jaco mi viejita, yo y el perro max, el largo viaje ameritaba un descanso.
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San Pedro, Chota, Cajamarca, Perú
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Am Max-Weber-Platz (27. Oktober 1988) trennen sich U4 und U5. Der Bahnhof wird leider durch eine undefinierte Baumaßnahme an allen Ecken und Enden verunstaltet, daher die fehlenden Deckenpanele – so sollte es hier eigentlich aussehen: www.u-bahn-muenchen.de/netz/bahnhoefe/mw/.
Coronian Underground #43.
**Max, at Work.**
Watching him paint was, for me, much more than simply a photographic opportunity.
It meant entering his world, respectfully and on tiptoe. A world made of silence, thoughts, glances, gestures, and that deep concentration that belongs to someone who has devoted an important part of his life to creativity.
While he paints, Max seems almost to forget everything around him. He is immersed in his own time, in his ideas, in the emotions that slowly take shape on the canvas.
And perhaps this is the most fascinating part: not knowing what is passing through his mind, yet somehow being able to perceive that something is happening.
What he sees and feels belongs only to him. It comes from sensitivity, experience, empathy, and everything that, throughout his life, has settled within him.
I simply tried to capture a few moments of that experience, allowing his gestures, his eyes, and his work to tell what words cannot fully explain.
Because sometimes, there is no need to explain what happens inside.
**It is enough to look.**
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**Max, al lavoro.**
Guardarlo mentre dipinge è stato, per me, qualcosa di più di una semplice occasione fotografica.
È stato entrare, con rispetto e in punta di piedi, nel suo mondo. Un mondo fatto di silenzi, pensieri, sguardi, gesti e di quella concentrazione profonda che accompagna chi ha dedicato una parte importante della propria vita alla creatività.
Mentre dipinge, Max sembra quasi dimenticare tutto ciò che lo circonda. È immerso nel suo tempo, nelle sue idee, nelle emozioni che lentamente prendono forma sulla tela.
Ed è forse questo l'aspetto più affascinante: non sapere cosa stia attraversando la sua mente, ma riuscire comunque a percepire che qualcosa sta accadendo.
Quello che vede e sente appartiene soltanto a lui. Nasce dalla sensibilità, dalle esperienze, dall'empatia e da tutto ciò che, nel corso della vita, si è sedimentato dentro di lui.
Io ho semplicemente cercato di fermare alcuni istanti di quel momento, lasciando che fossero i suoi gesti, i suoi occhi e il suo lavoro a raccontare ciò che le parole non riescono a spiegare.
Perché, qualche volta, non serve raccontare ciò che accade dentro.
**È sufficiente guardare.**
Taken for SSC 09/03/2019 frame in frame .
So out and about looking for frames I drove along the road the other side of the bridge and saw a shot from the other side . However , when I walked back here from the town for one reason or another it did not gel , walk through to this side and here we are - a much better viewpoint . I did get a shot with a couple of people standing at the bridge but I was standing in the wrong place with the " max headroom bar bisecting the entrance to the bridge , move back and I hope it s looking better . I managed to count at least 8 frames and that is not counting all the mini-frames of the chain link fence .
( the A-frame signs of course are now gone as the work has been done now ) .
Well for sight and sound - you can guess ---
We got Max as a rescue dog. He had three previous homes. He was bred as a badger baiter but failed, thankfully, taken on by a family who starved him and then us. Dramatically my daughters went to see him when I was at work. A text to me said "I will die if daddy says no!" I said yes as he chose us. Since we got him he has been nothing but perfeck, the best family dog ever, carering, loving, funny, a long distance walker and a friend. He is getting older, 14 this March and looking very white. He has developed a limp, bad wind but still he loves his humans and his walks and his chews! He has been with the girls as long as they can remember and on holidays, days out and important experiences, as far as I am concerned the best dog anyone could want.....Max, or his full name, Maximilian Mackymoomoo
Haven't put up any of my quicker pictures for a while, so I thought I'd use it as an excuse to get out of a bit of a block. I decided to continue with my set of speedsters I started a while back so here is good old Max Mercury. Will probably attempt John Fox tommorow!
Max Mercury is property of DC Comics.
"And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed ... men like Max ... the warrior Max."
('Last of the V8 Interceptors' by AUTOart)
Diorama by RK
The vehicle in the background is a slightly modified original 1973 Matchbox truck with a custom bull bar and trailer. I got this toy car (a Ford LTS tanker from the Matchbox 'Super Kings' series) when I was a child; it was a gift from my beloved grandfather and it was the coolest truck I ever had ... and in some way it feels a bit like I'm perpetuate his memory within this photograph. So, once again, thank you very much, grandpa ... ;)
('Interceptor Ultimate Edition' is a Limited Edition of 2000 pieces)
Arriva North East Gemini 2DL 7626 - NK61 EBV crosses the iconic Tyne Bridge into Newcastle on route X12 from Middlesbrough. The bus has now transferred to Arriva Yorkshire and lost its MAX scheme in favour of the current standard livery.
**Max, at Work.**
Watching him paint was, for me, much more than simply a photographic opportunity.
It meant entering his world, respectfully and on tiptoe. A world made of silence, thoughts, glances, gestures, and that deep concentration that belongs to someone who has devoted an important part of his life to creativity.
While he paints, Max seems almost to forget everything around him. He is immersed in his own time, in his ideas, in the emotions that slowly take shape on the canvas.
And perhaps this is the most fascinating part: not knowing what is passing through his mind, yet somehow being able to perceive that something is happening.
What he sees and feels belongs only to him. It comes from sensitivity, experience, empathy, and everything that, throughout his life, has settled within him.
I simply tried to capture a few moments of that experience, allowing his gestures, his eyes, and his work to tell what words cannot fully explain.
Because sometimes, there is no need to explain what happens inside.
**It is enough to look.**
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**Max, al lavoro.**
Guardarlo mentre dipinge è stato, per me, qualcosa di più di una semplice occasione fotografica.
È stato entrare, con rispetto e in punta di piedi, nel suo mondo. Un mondo fatto di silenzi, pensieri, sguardi, gesti e di quella concentrazione profonda che accompagna chi ha dedicato una parte importante della propria vita alla creatività.
Mentre dipinge, Max sembra quasi dimenticare tutto ciò che lo circonda. È immerso nel suo tempo, nelle sue idee, nelle emozioni che lentamente prendono forma sulla tela.
Ed è forse questo l'aspetto più affascinante: non sapere cosa stia attraversando la sua mente, ma riuscire comunque a percepire che qualcosa sta accadendo.
Quello che vede e sente appartiene soltanto a lui. Nasce dalla sensibilità, dalle esperienze, dall'empatia e da tutto ciò che, nel corso della vita, si è sedimentato dentro di lui.
Io ho semplicemente cercato di fermare alcuni istanti di quel momento, lasciando che fossero i suoi gesti, i suoi occhi e il suo lavoro a raccontare ciò che le parole non riescono a spiegare.
Perché, qualche volta, non serve raccontare ciò che accade dentro.
**È sufficiente guardare.**