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If dreams werent dreams & dreams came true i woodnt b here id b wiv u.Distance is 1 thing dat keeps us apart.But ull always remain in my heart. plxxxxx come & full fill my dreams
Tiffany Ann Trull
5'2"
148 lbs
Last seen: 2/28/20
Last known location: Cherokee Farms exit off Alcoa Hwy
Possible sightings in Old City area around 9pm walking near Barley's
Any info contact KPD 865-215-7000
Knoxville, TN. 030820.
Faces series...#1
Hey guys, I'm just Back after 6 month off flickr, wow, I didn't feel that, I was really busy, I'll try to keep active and pass on your photostreams as possible as I can!!
with love...
Not unusual to see a lost flip-flop or sandal in the street from a motorcycle passenger losing them but a pair caught my eye.
Macromondays: Theme is Deception
For the last few days, my Iphone has been deceiving me and claiming that I have 2 items of mail - but go into it and the mail box is empty. Steve Jobs and his lies again. Soon as the contract is up I'm off to Android!
This is a true macro. It was taken with a 1:1 90mm macro lens (at 1:1) attached in front of 120mm bellows. I'm not sure how to calculate the magnification ratio, but if you look at my bank note shot, I have examples of a 1:1 and whatever I am achieving with this setup. I'm guessing somewhere between 2:1 and 3:1.
I am in love with Birch from Purple Onion Designs!!
Is he not just the cutest bunny ever?!?My project for this weeks's theme at Always Fun Challenges.
Head to my blog for more info. including a video and how to play along.
I know that all of you have been waiting for one of these. Sorry it's been a while.
Part of the Peas Project
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Lighting: SB600 camera left in softbox at full power triggered by CLS, foam board reflector on right.
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Get yourself out of that office chair and into the woods. Discover what you didn't. Look around for what you are missing and you will be amazed
This is a copy of a sculpture by Karl Duldig, that has gone missing somewhere in Melbourne. If you find it let the Duldig Studio people know! For more information about this interesting site see www.duldig.org.au
We had a trip to Prague in January – for Jayne’s birthday - we don’t buy Christmas or birthday presents, we travel instead. We left snowy England for a very, very dull and grey Czech Republic. Yet again I was on a photographic downer looking at the weather forecast, grey is the colour that haunts me. Fortunately it was dull grey and not burnt highlight inducing bright grey.With the grey sky acting like a big diffuser I was going to have deep shadow and contrast to deal with. We had three very short spells of broken cloud which gave us a bit of sun and colour, which I managed to more or less anticipate so we managed to be in decent locations every time – generally somewhere high.
We had been upgraded to a five star hotel, apparently our original choice was flooded. We got compensation and five star hotel upgrade– a first for me. The Art Nouveau Palace has a beautiful interior, with beautiful rooms, the breakfast room was fantastic, as was the breakfast it has to be said. We were able to have an early breakfast so were out on foot just after eight. It was very cold – and dull! We spent the whole week well wrapped up. It drizzled for a day, but never really wet us, it snowed for a day, again we didn’t get wet and the snow didn’t settle. We walked 65 mile, spending plenty of time checking buildings and their interiors out – and coffee shop and bar interiors it has to be said. Although it was dull and sometimes wet I decided that the Camera was staying in my hands for the whole trip. Whenever I put it in my backpack for one reason or another I regret it.
Again, I didn’t look at any photographs of Prague before we got there, I like to just walk and discover, with the DK guidebook in my pocket (which is full of photos it has to be said). We like to get off the beaten track and see the grittier side of the places we visit – within reason! Prague has an incredible tram network, over 1000 trams – with many of them Tatra Eastern Bloc machines. The system seems chaotic but in reality it is incredible with one of the largest networks and highest usages in the world. The trams and cars frequently share the same road space with very little in the way of drama, none of the inexplicable and pathetic constant horn blowing one finds in many countries. Once it became apparent that buildings with a grey blanket as a background were going to be a bit un-inspirational I decided that the trams would be a good focal point instead. Where I have photographed one of the older trams against a background without clues it is easy to imagine that the photos were taken fifty years ago.
The train network also provided photo opportunities. The rolling stock ranges from old Eastern Bloc to very modern double decker’s and pendolinos. There are three stations although we visited the main station and Smichov. The main station interior is art deco and has been renovated by a private company. The exterior and the platforms are very rundown with a grim eastern bloc 1950’s feel –but it works! We discovered to our amusement that we could just walk across multiple lines, no health and safety, just keep your eyes open and don’t walk under a train – you’ll make a mess. Smichov station was grim, it didn’t help that it snowed all day and was grey and bitter. We felt like we were in a 50’s film set in Russia, broken concrete platforms and dereliction. With both stations there was another world underneath them. The underground Metro is running seamlessly and efficiently away beneath your feet. I didn’t have any problems taking photos anywhere but I was very open and obviously a tourist, I didn’t act covertly or suspiciously. There was only one occasion I was stopped and that was in a shopping centre – full of CCTV cameras filming everyone else!
We discovered old and beautiful- and very large- shopping centres hidden away in quite a few places. Brass framed windows and doors, shops thriving, there was a massive camera shop with thousands of second hand cameras, too much to look at. Many of the landmark buildings prevent photography, some make a small charge, some encourage it, the DK guide book gives a good indication regarding camera use. Nothing stops many people though, they just shoot away regardless, usually wanting a picture that includes their self. Prague is surrounded by low hills and has a fair few towers that you can pay a few pounds to go up, so viewpoints are plentiful. I think we visited most of them. I read about the Zizkov Tower, which looks like a Soviet rocket on the horizon and we headed straight for it - after crossing the rail lines! Set in a quiet residential area, there wasn’t a soul about. Two beautiful girls on reception and we parted with a few pounds, into the lift and were on the observation deck with no one else up there. There are fantastic views over the city, but! It is through two layers of not very clean glass so you go for the view rather than sharp panoramas. Still a fascinating place, with a nice café bar and very clean toilets – there are toilets everywhere, usually manned with a fee. Places are well staffed compared with home were three students are supposed to run a 20 screen multiplex cinema.
Graffiti was prominent, no matter how grand the monument, some moron would have daubed it. How do they get away with it in a 24 hour city centre with a strong police presence? The place is very clean, constantly being swept. What did surprise me, was that many buildings, that looked grand and built of stone, from a distance, were actually rendered with very low quality brickwork concealed. When restored the building look very impressive, others are missing the outer render from ground level to a fair height.
I need to cut this short really, I like to put a background story to the photos and although it would be better to individualise it to a specific photo or group of photos I don’t have the time to do that. I do try to give specific detail in the title bar after I have uploaded, this is time consuming enough although I’m pretty proficient at it by now. There are many things I would like to write that should be of interest to anyone thinking of going to Prague but I’ll have to let the pictures do the talking. As usual I am unlikely to be selective enough with my uploads, I’m not very good at leaving photos out so I just upload and be damned.
A lot happened between the time we ate at Taki's Restarant in Erie and we got on the road home Sunday Morning. Let me explain. No. Let me sum up.
We went back to the campsite for a nappy-nap in our hammocks. Before taking said nap, we decided to put everything we had with us - including my camera bag and all of my clothes - into our tents and tarp them over for the "showers" that were approaching.
When everything was just so, we went to our respective hammocks for a nap. When the showers started, I was almost asleep. It was nice, though...the pitter-patter of rain on the tents, the sound of the waves from Lake Erie, the cool breeze...
...and then the skies opened up. Showers? I think not. This was a THREE HOUR DOWNPOUR. Now...this would not be so bad if we would have thought to leave our RAIN GEAR outside the tents. But no, we were already soaked to the bone before we could get our dry clothes out. (Our tents opened from the top, so in order to open them up to get something, you'd have to expose everything in the tent to the elements...great design)
So we spent the next three hours making the best of it; walking around in the rain and walking down to the docks and walking back to the site and walking to the edge of the lake and, eventually, screaming at the heavens to please just fucking cut it out.
And eventually, it did. The sun even made an appearance, and our spirits raised. We took off on a 30-something mile ride to Ohio to go to Red Lobster for dinner.
While there, the skies opened again, and this time there were really strong winds. We could see trees bending over outside the window. I started to freak a little...were the tents even going to be there when we got back? If they were there, would they be flooded? I hadn't slept real well in that thing when it was dry and warm out, now I was going to have to sleep in this flooded, tarped coffin of a tent? Oh no. No. We needed to get a damned motel room. Screw this.
John humored me and called a motel. We even called our campground hoping a cabin was available. No dice. So we decided to go back and just hunker down for the night.
We arrived back to find our tents were there, and they were dry. What a relief. So no campfire...so what? We sat around a lit sterno and I had three beers and then we retired to the tents, hoping the morning wouldn't be too terrible so we wouldn't have to break camp in pouring rain.
Sunday Morning
It rained overnight, and sleeping with no air circulating had gotten the best of us both. John woke at 3am to just pull the tarp off his, and I rigged mine with a bungee cord tied to - what else - an electrical box so that there could be air movement into the tent. But when we emerged in the morning, it wasn't raining, and John was able to pack up in dry weather. I was a bit more unorganized, and so it started raining by the time I was done. But anyway, we got our waterlogged gear onto the bikes and headed out.
The road into the campground was a muddy, slippery mess. Forgot to mention that. So with the extra weight of our wet-assed gear on our bikes, we cut across the grassy field and only took the mud road for about half the distance to the main road. Once we reached the main road, however, something was wrong...it still felt like I was on uneven mud.
To be continued...
Park bench near the lake in Osborne Park in Willoughby Ohio. Just before sunset. The only thing missing is a lovely couple holding hands.
The fallen stonework in the foreground is probably the remains of the missing corner turret. Note on the left, the stones sticking out of the castle wall, where the barmkin wall that would have enclosed the courtyard would have keyed into the castle wall.
The bridge's construction was inspired by Saint Bénézet, a local shepherd boy who (according to tradition) was commanded by angels to build a bridge across the river. Although he was ridiculed at first, he dramatically "proved" his divine inspiration by miraculously lifting a huge block of stone. He won support for his project from wealthy sponsors who formed themselves into a Bridge Brotherhood to fund its construction. After his death, he was interred on the bridge itself, in a small chapel standing on one of the bridge's surviving piers on the Avignon side.
The bridge fell into a state of disrepair during the 17th century. By 1644 it was missing 4 arches and finally a catastrophic flood in 1669 swept away much of the structure.[5][6] Since then, its surviving arches have successively collapsed or been demolished, and only four of the initial 22 arches remain.
Avignon (French pronunciation: ​[a.viˈɲɔ̃]; Occitan: Avinhon in classical norm or Avignoun in Mistralian norm) is a French commune in southeastern France in the départment of the Vaucluse bordered by the left bank of the Rhône river.
This is one of the few French cities to have preserved its ramparts. In addition, its historic centre, the palace of the popes, Rocher des Doms, and the bridge of Avignon are well-preserved. It was classified a World Heritage Site by UNESCO under the criteria I, II and IV.
Many notices were put up around the scene of the Grenfell Tower fire tragedy to help find missing persons from the tower. Bramley Road, London (near Latimer Road underground station). June 16, 2017.
Antwerp.
The first Europeans to settle this district were George Shaw and Horatio Ellerman who arrived in 1846. Ellerman applied for 130,000 acres of leasehold land upon which he grazed 10,000 sheep. It was Horatio Ellerman who named his property 'Antwerp' after his birthplace and that name was later given to the settlement created when grain farmers arrived. It is likely that Ellerman's son Clarence, who was born in 1852, was the first European child born in the Wimmera. The small township of Antwerp was established for the newly arrived grain farmers after the railway was extended northwards from Dimboola in 1894. Today Antwerp has grain silos and a couple of houses, a closed general store and the ruins of the former Anglican Church built around 1920. The former state school operated from 1902 to 1982 but it has been demolished. But once upon a time Antwerp had the EMU brand eucalyptus distillery which was run by the Eucalyptus Mallee Oil Company. Ellerman had a tumultuous relationship with the local Aborigines who lived along the nearby Wimmera River. Stock went missing and Ellerman led a punitive expedition seeking revenge against the local aboriginal people in 1846. Ellerman shot and killed an Aboriginal woman but found a male child clinging to her neck when he examined the body. Ellerman took the boy home with him and it changed his attitude to Aboriginal people instantly. He called the boy Willie and partially educated him. Willie was taken to England by another pastoralist in 1852 but became sick and died there. Ellerman’s remorse for his murderous actions was great and he took up theology studies and eventually became a probationary Presbyterian minister in 1866 in a service at the Dimboola which was attended by Moravian missionaries. After Ellerman’s conflict with the Aborigines two Moravian ministers established the Ebenezer Aboriginal Mission station on the Wimmera River at Antwerp in 1859. Ellerman helped the missionaries befriend and involve the Aborigines with the mission. Despite the murder of the Aboriginal woman in 1846 Ellerman was trusted and respected by the Aborigines by the late 1850s. The mission station closed in 1904.
My mate Marmite - influenced by advertising? what me? never! - has left the rescue centre and gone to her new home. Being 16 years old, she was there for a bit longer than most so I really got to know her. She's such a sweet girl and very fit for her age. I really miss seeing her lovely face, but I hope she's very happy in her new home.
Texture by Distressed Jewell: www.flickr.com/photos/jewellofdistressed/3593922943/in/ph...
1. bakery, 2. Sunset over Lombard St, San Francisco, 3. Vital Italian Photography, 4. 10, 5. DSC01605 - Sparrow playing accordion on Haight street (San Francisco), 6. Vesuvio Transfer, 7. City Lights, 8. Giving Tree, 9. :, 10. buddha, 11. From San Francisco, 12. Vespa on Valencia, 13. Two huge paintings of the "Beat era" & iron work art at Enrico's, San Francisco, 14. Little Italy, 15. twenty-two, 16. Untitled
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
The colors have long faded, but the image of you stayed.
Thanks to Joes Sistah, Kim Klassen and Jill Ferry for the textures! The Chinese newspaper on the background is not a texture, it was real - I placed the rose in front of a wall covered with newspaper.