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New Bridge in the background
Leeville, Louisiana
on Bayou LaFourche
LaFourche Parish
Some of the greatest fishing is right here.
Leeville was settled by flood victims. On October 1, 1893, a hurricane wiped out the area's main settlement, Caminadaville, which sat on a spit of land bordered on three sides by the Gulf and on the fourth by swamp. Nearly half of Caminadaville's inhabitants perished in the storm, most by drowning, some when the buildings they had taken refuge in collapsed.
Survivors sailed up the bayou in their damaged canots and began buying land from an orange-grower named Peter Lee, who was selling plots for $12.50 each. For sixteen years, they fished, planted rice, and held fais do-do dancing parties in homes with covered verandas.
Then, in 1909, the Leeville Hurricane struck. (A contemporary newspaper account described survivors of that storm subsisting on drowned rabbit.) Six years later, a third hurricane forced residents to flee north once more. According to local legend, the storm surge carried one house from Leeville nine miles inland. The owner simply bought the plot underneath it and moved back in.
In the nineteen-thirties, Leeville rebounded briefly. Oil was discovered in the area, and by the end of the decade there were ninety-eight producing wells in town. The pay was good and regulation nonexistent. Blowouts routinely rained sulfur and brine onto the houses, into the cisterns, over the trees. Tin roofs corroded and vegetable gardens shrivelled up. When the wells ran dry, oil production moved offshore and Leeville was again deserted.
There were no more jobs, and the town itself had begun to wash away. Where once men in straw hats picked oranges and harvested rice, today there is mostly open water.
from: www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-15339115_ITM
Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.
Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.
Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov
replacing the mirror bumper on this sears/ricoh TLS. It was pretty much nonexistent. Whoever owned this camera before me took wonderful care of it though
Thanks to my wonderful friend Gina I now know the name of this orchid..Thank you so much Gina!! ; )
I looked it up and here is what is says about them...........
Native to high elevations in northeast India, China, Burma, and Thailand, Vanda coerulea is prized for its flowers' rich blue, a color rare among cultivated orchids. Wild populations of this orchid are almost nonexistent today because local growers have overharvested them for the international horticulture trade.
Although they say a rich blue color the picture they had was more of a purple..
For the soon to be nonexistent group FGR, I decided with only two days left, I better get my ass in gear. .... While doing that not taking any time to setup my camera... just eat and shoot. Hell, I got better things to do like help setup the Rogue Players Group to help fill that void in people's hearts. I don't care what it is gonna take, even if I gotta setup a "Numpty and his Knob" group, just to keep people smiling. It's bigger than me, and I'm just doing my part.
Oh, and thanks to JLovely for picking the day!
Leeville, Louisiana
on Bayou LaFourche
LaFourche Parish
Some of the greatest fishing is right here.
Leeville was settled by flood victims. On October 1, 1893, a hurricane wiped out the area's main settlement, Caminadaville, which sat on a spit of land bordered on three sides by the Gulf and on the fourth by swamp. Nearly half of Caminadaville's inhabitants perished in the storm, most by drowning, some when the buildings they had taken refuge in collapsed.
Survivors sailed up the bayou in their damaged canots and began buying land from an orange-grower named Peter Lee, who was selling plots for $12.50 each. For sixteen years, they fished, planted rice, and held fais do-do dancing parties in homes with covered verandas.
Then, in 1909, the Leeville Hurricane struck. (A contemporary newspaper account described survivors of that storm subsisting on drowned rabbit.) Six years later, a third hurricane forced residents to flee north once more. According to local legend, the storm surge carried one house from Leeville nine miles inland. The owner simply bought the plot underneath it and moved back in.
In the nineteen-thirties, Leeville rebounded briefly. Oil was discovered in the area, and by the end of the decade there were ninety-eight producing wells in town. The pay was good and regulation nonexistent. Blowouts routinely rained sulfur and brine onto the houses, into the cisterns, over the trees. Tin roofs corroded and vegetable gardens shrivelled up. When the wells ran dry, oil production moved offshore and Leeville was again deserted.
There were no more jobs, and the town itself had begun to wash away. Where once men in straw hats picked oranges and harvested rice, today there is mostly open water.
from: www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-15339115_ITM
I'm gobsmacked by several things here. First, the light was nonexistent. Yet the Sony A7RII performed extremely well at incredibly high ISO. Second, using knowledge developed around a digital Zone System, I knew precisely where I wanted the tonal values and was able to place them accordingly. Third, I am happy to confirm the dynamic range of the sensor extends usefully to below Zone 0 (Zone -2!), even at such high ISO settings. Fourth, 1950s German optics can do the trick. These images were made using a triplet wide angle. Who would design such a thing and make it work? Micro-contrast is something to be seen, otherwise you wouldn't believe it.
Taken while walking through Barrio Viejo in Tucson, realizing that all the previous shots I've taken here are (at least currently) nonexistent.
Sorry for being a slacker visiting photostreams. Have been lazy and trying to be inspired again. It's tough, though, with work and the hard drive crash and all. Hope you all understand.
I'll be travelling a lot for work over the next month, but hope to be a better netizen over the course of that time.
Have a great one!
Originally built between 1793 and 1797 during the Second Spanish Period, this Spanish Colonial and Neoclassical-style cathedral is the fourth church to occupy a prominent position at the heart of the city of St. Augustine. The original church, built of flammable materials, stood from 1565 until 1586, when it was burned during an attack by English Privateer Sir Francis Drake. Not even a year later, the church was rebuilt of palm logs, with a straw roof, which succumbed to fire in 1599. In 1605, thanks to a tithe from Spain, a timber church was constructed, which stood until a failed English attack on the city in 1702 by James Moore, then-governor of Carolina colony. There were attempts to rebuild the church during the First Spanish Period, starting in 1707, but these went nowhere, and the money intended for the church’s reconstruction were misallocated by corrupt officials. Instead, during the remainder of the First Spanish Period, mass was held in the St. Augustine Hospital. Following the transfer of governance of Florida to the British in 1763, the need for a new Catholic church was nonexistent, as the catholic population of the colony fled to other Spanish colonies. At the start of the Second Spanish Period in 1784, the need for a new church became more apparent, and work on the current cathedral’s Coquina stone walls began in 1793. The facade of the church features Neoclassical elements around the front doorway, with the Spanish Colonial style being employed on the roofline and limited fenestration on the front facade. The church stood in its original configuration until a fire in 1887 destroyed the timber roof structure and did major damage to the interior. Following the fire, Henry Flagler led the effort to have the cathedral rebuilt, with James Renwick, Jr. designing an expansion of the old building, giving it a rectangular cruciform layout, and adding the Spanish Renaissance-style bell tower and European-style transept to the building. The interior was rebuilt to feature exposed decorative timbers that supported the roof structure, and a decorative polychromatic tile floor. The building has since received a few more additions, which house a chapel, service areas, and offices, as well as a building to the rear of the cathedral along Treasury Street, built in the Mediterranean Revival style, which houses the offices of the Diocese of St. Augustine. Today, the cathedral remains a prominent landmark in the city, and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places and listed as a National Historic Landmark as part of the St. Augustine Town Plan Historic District in 1970.
I have visited every county in Washington, but haven’t explored Asotin as much as I’d have liked. We stayed there in May, right on the other side of this fence.
Asotin is in the south eastern corner of Washington. It’s steep hills and sparse roads leave it largely empty. Much of it is National and State forest, State wildlife areas, and parks. The few towns (apart from Clarkston) are small and nearly nonexistent.
The Asotin area was originally part of Nez Perce land. There are numerous petroglyphs along the Snake River chiseled by their ancestors hundreds of years before.
The land that became Asotin County was the northwestern part of the Nez Perce territory. The people were big travelers, even finding themselves visiting the Pacific Ocean 400 miles to the west, and crossing the continental divide into the buffalo country in Montana 300 miles to the east.
Their reservation now sits on the other side of the Snake River, though it does not touch it (which is honestly just mean). Unlike many tribes, however, their reservation is on their ancestral lands.
Their most famous leader, Peace Chief Joseph (Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt; “Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain”), was not allowed to settle on this reservation. He and his people were first sent to Oklahoma where many died (I visited the Nez Perce graveyard this past summer). Then he was allowed to move to the Coleville Reservation in north-central Washington, hundreds of miles away from his home. There he is buried, his doctor saying that he had died “of a broken heart”.
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‘Wisdom Lifts Her Voice’
Camera: Crown Graphic 4×5 (1962)
Lens: 127mm f/4.7 Rodenstock Ysarex; f/8, 1/100sec; Hand-held
Film: Arista Ultra Edu 200
Process: Rodinal; 1+50; 11mins
Along the Grand Ronde River, Asotin County, Washington
These are $15 watermelons. They're pretty typical for Japanese watermelons, weighing in at about the same size as a large cantaloupe in the US.
Incidentally, seedless watermelons seem to be nonexistent here. They do, however, have the square variety.
A young adult Western Slender Glass Lizard from south-central Oklahoma. This species is quite common in some areas of KS, OK, and TX, but nonexistent in seemingly identical, nearby areas.
With my limited (nonexistent) bourbon making knowledge, I believe this is the building where they actually used to do the distilling. The building is around 5 stories, irregularly, with most of the interior woodwork intact (though the outside is beginning to resemble a ramshackle barn.
I wasn't going to go to the bottom of Quilotoa -- but they were doing it in high heels so I had to!
Had a brief talk (as much as my nonexistent Spanish allowed) while they were setting up for their picnic but I had to start making my way back to the top.
self portrait.
I go to class 5 days a week and work 4 (including Saturday and Sundays). When I'm not in class or at work, I'm doing homework. Feels like I don't have any time to follow through with ideas, or when I do have the time, I don't have the people to do it.
I think I'm going to step away from photography for a little bit to focus on some other things. School. Work. My nonexistent personal life. As well as a couple other non-photo art projects I've been toying with, most significantly a series based on Jon Foreman's song My Love Goes Free (listen here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgwlYJ51ES4 ) that I really, really hope comes to fruition the way I see it. I'm so excited about it.
What does that have to do with this photo?
Not much. Other than the fact that its about me, and well...this is a self portrait.
Should I have posted it on my blog instead?
probably.
Will anyone read it?
Unlikely.
pssst. Speaking of blogs
kidwithabulletsoul.tumblr.com/
Its pretty much a combination of anything and everything. Graphics. Photography. Music. And mostly just things I like.
Another dead, broken down car.
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the sky was nonexistent (blank blanket of nowhere nothing)
and the st.ars did not exist (they were hiding beneath cloudcover)
and we drove along the road (off.off.off we go)
no streetlights no city no bustling crowds
oh, lovely romAntIc(ism) - we were so CONTENT
in ourselves (and in eachother)
and then the brakes failed and the engine grunted and we both screamed (thinking, or so it seemed)
CraaaSH crA-cck
we fell down down down
Originally built between 1793 and 1797 during the Second Spanish Period, this Spanish Colonial and Neoclassical-style cathedral is the fourth church to occupy a prominent position at the heart of the city of St. Augustine. The original church, built of flammable materials, stood from 1565 until 1586, when it was burned during an attack by English Privateer Sir Francis Drake. Not even a year later, the church was rebuilt of palm logs, with a straw roof, which succumbed to fire in 1599. In 1605, thanks to a tithe from Spain, a timber church was constructed, which stood until a failed English attack on the city in 1702 by James Moore, then-governor of Carolina colony. There were attempts to rebuild the church during the First Spanish Period, starting in 1707, but these went nowhere, and the money intended for the church’s reconstruction were misallocated by corrupt officials. Instead, during the remainder of the First Spanish Period, mass was held in the St. Augustine Hospital. Following the transfer of governance of Florida to the British in 1763, the need for a new Catholic church was nonexistent, as the catholic population of the colony fled to other Spanish colonies. At the start of the Second Spanish Period in 1784, the need for a new church became more apparent, and work on the current cathedral’s Coquina stone walls began in 1793. The facade of the church features Neoclassical elements around the front doorway, with the Spanish Colonial style being employed on the roofline and limited fenestration on the front facade. The church stood in its original configuration until a fire in 1887 destroyed the timber roof structure and did major damage to the interior. Following the fire, Henry Flagler led the effort to have the cathedral rebuilt, with James Renwick, Jr. designing an expansion of the old building, giving it a rectangular cruciform layout, and adding the Spanish Renaissance-style bell tower and European-style transept to the building. The interior was rebuilt to feature exposed decorative timbers that supported the roof structure, and a decorative polychromatic tile floor. The building has since received a few more additions, which house a chapel, service areas, and offices, as well as a building to the rear of the cathedral along Treasury Street, built in the Mediterranean Revival style, which houses the offices of the Diocese of St. Augustine. Today, the cathedral remains a prominent landmark in the city, and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places and listed as a National Historic Landmark as part of the St. Augustine Town Plan Historic District in 1970.
Biyadhoo Island Resort
The mattress is allmost nonexistent, asking the reception for a decent one is futile.
At Biyadhoo Island Resort it is like sleeping on the ground with a sheet as cover
Choice: I chose Jordi Koaltic because he has some of the most imaginative and creative pictures I’ve come across. He typically uses many inanimate objects to help enhance his photos. Through these inanimate objects, he managed to create impossible angles, nonexistent depths. All in all, he was able to create photos from scratch.
Intention: I wanted to capture the playful essence in Koaltic’s photos by including floating objects.
Reference: “most of us can use a little more confidence and a little less fear as we take greater risks and create our work.”
Outcome: I chose paintbrushes because I love painting and they create an interesting dynamic
Edit: I had to heal the creases on the sheet in the background and remove the strings that held up the brushes. I also increased the saturation and vibrancy.
A woman laying down in the opposite facing seat briefly gave an amused smile at the little dude excitedly enjoying the passing scenery before returning to her nap.
For post I decided to clone out the passenger's head on the other side of the seat since it was distracting and there was enough background information to do so. I was having issues with color and tone matching sections of the seat back until I realized I was working off of reflections from the nonexistent passenger.
I then spent ten minutes making sure the replaced water reflections were not in any recognizable patterns only to find out that they were going to be blown out to white as the shot was being worked on. Next time prototype before investing so much time lol.
A rivet holding the window's wooden trim down was cloned out because it was too distracting. Finally after experimenting and successfully removing the life preserver latch and zip ties under the seat they were kept to inform that this was a vessel instead of a train or something else.
This Stromberg WA3-219 ("Mode
This Stromberg WA3-219 (Model W) carburetor was original equipment, as a production option to the Carter BBS and Holley 1920, on 1963 (only) Dodge and Plymouth B- and C-body cars (only) with 225 engine and automatic transmission (only). No variant of this carb was used on any other model or year. I have no idea why Chrysler would've spent what had to be a real whackload of money for tooling an
This Stromberg WA3-219 (Model W) carburetor was original equipment, as a production option to the Carter BBS and Holley 1920, on 1963 (only) Dodge and Plymouth B- and C-body cars (only) with 225 engine and automatic transmission (only). No variant of this carb was used on any other model or year. I have no idea why Chrysler would've spent what had to be a real whackload of money for tooling and production of such a low-volume carburetor. Was there a strike at Holley or Carter that reduced the supply of 1920s and BBSs...? One interesting tidbit: The WA3 has the largest venturi of any 1bbl used from the factory on a slant-6 engine.
I've tried a few of these over the years. Haven't made one run quite right. Kits and parts are almost nonexistent. But the casting and build qu
This Stromberg WA3-219 (Model W) carburetor was original equipment, as a production option to the Carter BBS and Holley 1920, on 1963 (only) Dodge and Plymouth B- and C-body cars (only) with 225 engine and automatic transmission (only). No variant of this carb was used on any other model or year. I have no idea why Chrysler would've spent what had to be a real whackload of money for tooling and production of such a low-volume carburetor. Was there a strike at Holley or Carter that reduced the supply of 1920s and BBSs...? One interesting tidbit: The WA3 has the largest venturi of any 1bbl used from the factory on a slant-6 engine.
I've tried a few of these over the years. Haven't made one run quite right. Kits and parts are almost nonexistent. But the casting and build quality are quite excellent, typical of Stromberg carburetors of the era.
Camera test. I bought a Certo Six medium format folding camera, and this is from the test roll I ran through it. It's a rangefinder, but the rangefinder patch is nonexistent, so I had to scale focus. That is being fixed now.
I really liked the way the sun hit this stairway. Sometime during our search for the nonexistent breakfast and new york times.
We drove up to Clingman's Dome, the highest point in the park (just over 6600 feet). It was totally socked in by fog, so the views were nonexistent, but climbing into the fog was still pretty cool.
Week 12: For us photographers, it's always a race against time to catch the transient... and the nonexistent.
For some reason, the mood here reminds me of some nonexistent scene in the Wizard of Oz.
Note: Don't really like posting "duplicate" images on my stream, but I just really like this one. ^_^
Originally built between 1793 and 1797 during the Second Spanish Period, this Spanish Colonial and Neoclassical-style cathedral is the fourth church to occupy a prominent position at the heart of the city of St. Augustine. The original church, built of flammable materials, stood from 1565 until 1586, when it was burned during an attack by English Privateer Sir Francis Drake. Not even a year later, the church was rebuilt of palm logs, with a straw roof, which succumbed to fire in 1599. In 1605, thanks to a tithe from Spain, a timber church was constructed, which stood until a failed English attack on the city in 1702 by James Moore, then-governor of Carolina colony. There were attempts to rebuild the church during the First Spanish Period, starting in 1707, but these went nowhere, and the money intended for the church’s reconstruction were misallocated by corrupt officials. Instead, during the remainder of the First Spanish Period, mass was held in the St. Augustine Hospital. Following the transfer of governance of Florida to the British in 1763, the need for a new Catholic church was nonexistent, as the catholic population of the colony fled to other Spanish colonies. At the start of the Second Spanish Period in 1784, the need for a new church became more apparent, and work on the current cathedral’s Coquina stone walls began in 1793. The facade of the church features Neoclassical elements around the front doorway, with the Spanish Colonial style being employed on the roofline and limited fenestration on the front facade. The church stood in its original configuration until a fire in 1887 destroyed the timber roof structure and did major damage to the interior. Following the fire, Henry Flagler led the effort to have the cathedral rebuilt, with James Renwick, Jr. designing an expansion of the old building, giving it a rectangular cruciform layout, and adding the Spanish Renaissance-style bell tower and European-style transept to the building. The interior was rebuilt to feature exposed decorative timbers that supported the roof structure, and a decorative polychromatic tile floor. The building has since received a few more additions, which house a chapel, service areas, and offices, as well as a building to the rear of the cathedral along Treasury Street, built in the Mediterranean Revival style, which houses the offices of the Diocese of St. Augustine. Today, the cathedral remains a prominent landmark in the city, and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places and listed as a National Historic Landmark as part of the St. Augustine Town Plan Historic District in 1970.
Residents stretch their hands to receive clothes in Cabaret, Haiti, Wednesday, Sept. 10, 2008. Four tropical storms in less than a month have caused floods throughout Haiti, killing at least 300 people. Shipments of food and pledges of more poured in from around the world, but distribution of the emergency supplies was hampered by the impoverished country's chronic insecurity and the poor and often nonexistent network of roads and other infrastructure. (AP Photo/Ramon Espinosa).
As you can see, this goose egg is fresh and has not begun to develop visibly. However, even at this stage the germinal disc begins to divide, as soon as the incubation process begins. The air cell is literally nonexistent.
The development of Hanne's character also implied the study of the structure of the human body. His complexion was different to the others I had done, as he is stout and fat. I had to balance both features and decide which one prevailed over the other, opting for fatness as his main character trait. This is shown, aside from his belly, by his fallen shoulders, his nonexistent neck and his parted legs, to gain more stability. In regards to his face, his nose was simplified and became just a line: its previous design was unpractical and complicated. His moustache became more stereotypical and pointy, and the size of his eyebrows was modified to fit his head.
His clothing is also simple: a pair of trousers with suspenders and a dress shirt. As Cael's, his clothes are easy to draw and provide insights into Hanne`s personality.
Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.
Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.
Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov
Drink Yogurt ... I am on the hunt to find good yogurt here. I want my plain yogurt every day, but I also prefer the whole-fat kind, which seems to be nonexistent on this island. And Sometimes I can find 2% yogurt, which may be the best I'll be able to get. This one looks almost like some kind of kefir, since it claims to be drinkable. [AEON at the American Village]
This dead branch, which has been precariously perched in the tree in my back yard, wasn't even moved. Despite the intense roar above my house as it passed over, the wind was almost nonexistent.
A friend owns a converted industrial loft space along the damage path. One of her tenants is a fantastic restaurant, which lost power in the blackout. They stayed open, working by battery emergency lights and candles. Without an exhaust fan, the kitchen got hot enough to blow the sprinkler system. As the pressurized air rushed out of the pipes, the cooks thought it was a gas leak and ran out, screaming for everyone to evacuate instantly. As everyone stood on the edge of the parking lot, waiting for the building to possibly blow up, they realized that behind them was a huge funnel with debris spinning around inside it, clearly visible.
Talk about a Hobson's choice....
Lefort Cemetery (sinking into the water)
Leeville, Louisiana
on Bayou LaFourche
LaFourche Parish
Some of the greatest fishing is right here.
Leeville was settled by flood victims. On October 1, 1893, a hurricane wiped out the area's main settlement, Caminadaville, which sat on a spit of land bordered on three sides by the Gulf and on the fourth by swamp. Nearly half of Caminadaville's inhabitants perished in the storm, most by drowning, some when the buildings they had taken refuge in collapsed.
Survivors sailed up the bayou in their damaged canots and began buying land from an orange-grower named Peter Lee, who was selling plots for $12.50 each. For sixteen years, they fished, planted rice, and held fais do-do dancing parties in homes with covered verandas.
Then, in 1909, the Leeville Hurricane struck. (A contemporary newspaper account described survivors of that storm subsisting on drowned rabbit.) Six years later, a third hurricane forced residents to flee north once more. According to local legend, the storm surge carried one house from Leeville nine miles inland. The owner simply bought the plot underneath it and moved back in.
In the nineteen-thirties, Leeville rebounded briefly. Oil was discovered in the area, and by the end of the decade there were ninety-eight producing wells in town. The pay was good and regulation nonexistent. Blowouts routinely rained sulfur and brine onto the houses, into the cisterns, over the trees. Tin roofs corroded and vegetable gardens shrivelled up. When the wells ran dry, oil production moved offshore and Leeville was again deserted.
There were no more jobs, and the town itself had begun to wash away. Where once men in straw hats picked oranges and harvested rice, today there is mostly open water.
from: www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-15339115_ITM
Project 365 Day 127. A very foggy day at Bolsa Grande. When I had arrive at school that morning, the fog was nonexistent. By 9am, however, it had swamped the school.
Atlanta Braves baseball from 20 September 2019 (the night they clinched the division crown). The new park (opened in 2018) gets panned a little because it's usually pretty hot in Georgia and a heck of a lot of seats are in direct sun.
It's a relatively generic stadium (in the new mold of generic stadiums), but it's nice. The area outside the stadium (bars/restaurants) is actually a bit more interesting/unique than the stadium itself.
The biggest drawback is that the Atlanta Braves no longer play in Atlanta. (That and parking is almost nonexistent up there in Marietta near the stadium. We were scratching our heads looking for the actual parking lots.)
As for the game...it was a great game. First time in my life I actually got to see a division-clinching game. (They'd clinched a playoff spot a few days before.)
This Stromberg WA3-219 ("Model W") 1bbl carburetor was original equipment as a production option to the Carter BBS and Holley 1920 on 1963 (only) Dodge and Plymouth B-body (only) cars with 225 engine and automatic transmission (only). No variant of this carb was used on any other year or model. I don't know why this was done, nor does it make any sense for Chrysler to have spent what must have been an enormous sum in tooling for such a low-volume carburetor. Was there some kind of a strike at Carter and/or Holley that reduced the available volume of carburetors? It is worth noting that this carb has the largest venturi of any 1bbl used as factory equipment on a slant-6. I've tried a few of these over the years, but have never gotten one to run quite right. Kits and parts are almost nonexistent.
A crocheted lemmings character on my window, against the sunset at 11 pm. I love how the nights have slowly become nonexistent.
So I did the unthinkable and walked into Zindra simply to fug hunt. I was that bored.
Found this ...thing. Didn't take too many tranquilizer darts to get her, what with that concentration camp physique. Not even sure it's really female with the face and nonexistent boobs.... but it was born in 2008 and outfitted in freebie looking clothes.
The 300 stand their ground upon the fountain-hill of Dupont.
See the rest of the event's photos here!
Image used with permission from thisisbossi. The original photo can be viewed here.
Internet to upload the photo was provided courtesy of Busboys & Poets, since internet at our current base of operations is nonexistent pending repairs.
MG Raymond V. Mason, commander of Joint Logistic Over The Shore 2008, talks with Rear Adm. Mark D. Harnitchek, director, stragegy, policy, programs and logistics directorate, USTRANSCOM during a JLOTS operational tour at Camp Pendleton, Calif. July 25. JLOTS is an exercise that increases the Army's and Navy's ability to build improvised ports for transporting equipment from ship to shore when a harbor or pier has been damaged or is nonexistent. Nearly 1,500 pieces of rolling equipment and shipping containers will be moved from ships with a series of lighterage systems (floating roadways) and smaller boats to improvised piers on the shore. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Stephen Proctor, JLOTS Public Affairs)
The Navy Elevated Causeway System is one of many pieces of equipment that will serve as part of the improvised port during Joint Logistics Over The Shore 2008. The crane on the ELCAS lifts the vehicles and containers from the lighterage and smaller ships and provides a conduit to the shore. JLOTS is an annual exercise that increases the Army's and Navy's ability to build improvised ports for transporting equipment from ship to shore when a harbor or pier has been damaged or is nonexistent. Nearly 1,500 pieces of rolling equipment and shipping containers will be moved from ships with a series of lighterage systems (floating roadways) and smaller boats to improvised piers on the shore. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Stephen Proctor, JLOTS Public Affairs)
This photo was taken in Gerber Park on the corner of Cherry and Martin Luther King Way. On this 0.16 acre plot of land lies 4 monoliths. Each monolith houses two mosaics each and are all topped with, metal, three-sided windmills. The mosaics are colorful creations made from small colored stones and pebbles. The reds and yellows of the trees and the greens of the grass add to the vibrant color that this park expresses in the fall. The blue of the sky dominates the photo much like the real sky does on a chilly clear day. And although this picture is a good representation of the beauty of fall, not even this is perfect. The rundown building behind the tree represents the current state of much of the neighborhood. The paint chips off when the wind blows and the floor squeaks, but things tend to get better as they age, and if you look closely, you may find a few hidden gems disguised only in a thin layer of, nonexistent, paint.
Brie H.