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I do not like Taylor or "Jaylor" at all I love Jemi, but do not yell at me over the pic, it's my opinion.
Normalement, les chats sont faits pour profiter d'une certaine étendue de terrain. L'idéal serait de ne les faire entrer dans leur enclot que pour la nuit afin de les abriter et les sécuriser. Hélas, ce n'est pas possible, il faut que les chats restent enfermés, avec un environnement qui ne manque pas de chasseurs. Pour les mettre hors de danger, il faut les maintenir dans leur enclot.
Norio posing on the kitchen floor where he can enjoy the heat from the heater as well as from the floor heater.
Market scene, La Ciotat, Provence, France, Sony a7R3, ILCE-7RM3, Zeiss Sonnar FE 55mm F1.8 ZA, sonnartfe1855
And now we are getting back to the new normal people are back on the roads crashing cars,. A good thing for my trade one would think but doesn't seem to be as accident repairs centres are shutting down faster than pubs these days.
That aside My head is getting back in order so that's always a good start. This evening we had a massive down pour leaving affair bit of standing water about, Just a shame I missed it, so would have loved to run outside in a rain storm.
Its normal ok? This is a normal APC with normal passengers fighting a normal war... Its fucking normal alright
I can be quite normal on occasion. No over the top claims, statements or remarks and nothing bordering on the depressing.
Just a little bit of nice with a touch of quiet. Which, to be honest, is what I'm really like.
But shhhh don't tell anyone I did this :o)
Much wave chasing was done by Dodgie - so much that his poor old legs were quite stiff by the time we got home!
Had to sit on the roof of the kids' playhouse to get this shot, don't know what the neighbours thought but don't really care either! TV aerials everywhere and one very dirty lens!
People say all my self-portraits are abnormal. So, here you go.
I normally looked like this about three years ago. =)
Please, see this too. =)
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Cold, wet, but... normal. Some of us prefer it to working in cosy slippers and pyjamas at home... (Warm but unable to meet live people except through some remote screen - or, soon, a Metaverse headset?..)
Blockades in Canada had forced a significant amount of reroute traffic from the Moosehead to the Bangor Sub. To help with the added tonnage, CM&Q had augmented the usual GP38 variants and B23's with 6 axles on the 202/203 turns. With the blockades lifted, the 202 on the night of 2/24-25 was likely the last of 2 weeks worth of turns to trundle along behind the barns.
Of course the schedule has been haphazard and largely nocturnal, which limits the opportunities to shoot the big power in unusual places.
After an evening with limited results, an opportunity presented at Brownville wye. The Millinocket turn had taken off north, and left the West Wye in reverse position, requiring 202 to return the switch to normal.
I figured I'd have maybe 90 seconds to compose and then run an exposure. I stuck the tripod in the snow berm along side Quarry Rd in what I hoped would be something close to the right spot, took a wild guess at my F-stop and exposure settings and waited.
Luck stopped the train almost perfectly, and I fired my first shot off. 15 seconds later I had a shallow and over exposed photo. Quickly adjusted and fired a second shot. The exposure looked much the same as this, except the train settled back, blurring my result. I squeezed off this, the 3rd and final frame, the results of which I'm quite happy with.
My wife picked up some groceries and brought them home the other day. Normal. We sorted them out according to current protocols and washed our hands for the umpteenth time. The new normal. She wanted breakfast for supper. Not exactly normal, though not unheard of. Scratch-made pancakes, light and fluffy, with maple sausage, scrambled eggs, and bourbon/maple syrup with melted butter. Extraordinary. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and hand-washed the pans. Normal. I watched the news for a bit before going to bed. Normal. I made sure the house was secure. Normal. Noticed vegetables she had brought in earlier still sitting on the counter… decided to take them outside. Normal. We have a second refrigerator in a shed just off the patio. It comes in handy, especially in days like these. It’s about 20-feet to the shed from the back door. I stopped halfway there. All I could hear was the wind blowing through the trees… no traffic sounds, no jets throttling back to approach RDU, no trains in the distance, and not a peep from the neighborhood. Not normal. I stood there just listening for minutes. It was at once peaceful, yet eerily disturbing… foreboding. Our lives have been curtailed to preserve life, yet with the realization that the very notion of “normal” will forever be redefined, even after the ‘all-clear.’
I remember thinking about that as I fell asleep… and I dreamed about, of all things, cowboys. I believe I know why. Do you remember The Rifleman, starring Chuck Connors as Lucas McCain? One episode opens with Lucas’ son, Mark, making a dramatic entrance: “Paw! Paw! The dishwasher up and broke,” he says while stifling the emotion in his voice.
Lucas’ eyes narrow to a menacing glare, as his chiseled features tense for his next move. In a swift instant, Lucas whirls around, rifle at the ready, and blasts the errant appliance twelve times. It’s truly dead before the hinges come loose. With that, Lucas turns back to young Mark and hugs him close: “I’m sorry you had to see that, son. Looks like you’ll have to wash all those dishes yourself.” Problem solved. Cue theme music and end credits.
Now, you might be thinking, “No… no. I don’t remember that episode at all.” That’s because I just made up that episode... but I would have loved to have seen it! Mark always washed the dishes, and I learned a thing or two from that. The point is that week after week in my formative years, my cowboy heroes fixed the problems of the world in no more than an hour, including commercials. The Rifleman was so tough he could do it in thirty minutes. So could The Cisco Kid and Pancho, The Lone Ranger and Tonto, Roy and Dale Rogers, Sky King and Penny, Annie Oakley, and Gene Autry. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the real problems of our world were so easily solved? We could just pick off those black hats each time they entered the scene. Unfortunately, the world doesn’t work that way, especially now that the “black hats” look more like crowns (corona), albeit microscopic crowns.
If there’s one thing evident as we sort out Society 2.0, it’s that the “cowboys” are still coming to the rescue… they just look like the doctors and nurses who are on the front lines of this mess caused by an unseen enemy. They look like the researchers who are racing to find answers. They look like store employees who are doing everything they can to make shopping for the basics of life clean and effective for a possibly contagious and often unappreciative public. They look like the farmers and manufacturers who provide the necessary goods, and the truckers who keep those goods moving along. They look like police, firefighters, and EMTs who are constantly putting puzzles of the human condition together all day long, more so in the face of this virus. They look like restaurants providing meals for those working long hours on the frontlines. They look like the volunteers who make food banks work to feed those in need. They look like the U.S. military who live out the motto Service Before Self by providing unparalleled logistics, medical personnel, and supplies in the hardest-hit areas. They look like the companies and individuals who have retooled and retasked to make ventilators, masks, and personal protective gear. They look like the churches, synagogues, neighbors, and friends who encourage, inspire, and provide as we hunker-in-place. That’s a lot of cowboys… and they look like America.
Considering that, there’s something that stands out in my mind this Easter regarding our eventual slide into Society 3.0. We will no doubt face a new normal… but can we come out of this as a new and better community, too? Philippians 4:8 states, “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.” We can’t do that by continuing to drive the wedge that divides us in this nation. Can we find truth in people caring for each other in times of crisis? Do we see nobility in the sacrifice of a soldier or fireman or cop? Can it be right to actually treat our neighbors as ourselves? Is it lovely to reach out to those who are hurting or in need? Can we find something admirable of young people trying to make their path in this world with first jobs? Could we not look for something praiseworthy in the ordinary talents and capabilities of everybody we meet? To cashiers, waiters, and waitresses: “You’ve made my day so much better… thank you!” How do you think they would respond when you return? Is there a possibility that the ugly ideas of this world would get pushed back into the shadows if we brought out the beauty of God’s truth in it? I believe that when we’re again loosed on the world, we will find such joy in the ordinary. Tabula rasa… it means 'clean slate'. What wonderful things could we do with that?
This flower is a species like those normally found in these woods. It, however, is a Japanese Jack-in-the-pulpit (Arisaema sikokianum), not normally found here at all, except by my hand. Not normal? Extraordinary, yet again. It’s a beautiful and welcome addition to my neck o’ the woods.
La soledad es un paso firme, que no he podido obligarme a dar,
el corazón no tiene remedio, con la vejez deja de funcionar.
Y qué felicidad hacerte la cena y qué seguridad saber que me esperas,
Y el tiempo pasará, el sol se apagará y todo lo que sentiste fue normal.
Todo el amor es desasosiego de lo que termina por desaparecer.
Y todo lo que me dijiste a medias, son el lenguaje que no aprenderé.
Y qué felicidad llenarte la taza y qué seguridad tenerte en la casa
Y el tiempo pasará el sol se apagará y todo lo que sentiste fue normal
Y qué felicidad hacerte la cena y qué seguridad saber que me esperas
Y qué tranquilidad el "siempre felices" y qué facilidad creer lo que dices.
Y el tiempo pasará
El sol se apagará
Y todo lo que sentiste fue
Normal
Normal....
Hey there! This is my entry to The Tourney Round 1. I chose the category "Tavern". Unfortunately, I don't have my normal camera because our basement flooded, and my camera broke, so hopefully jonnylegoboy911 will have a bit of mercy while judging. :P
Links:
The Tourney group: www.flickr.com/groups/tourney_2018/
More pictures of this MOC: www.flickr.com/photos/152808561@N05/albums/72157668660181119