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Wash drying on Line...
I’ve lived in an older community for over 20 years. When I first moved here, all the backyards had washing lines and low fences. In the warmer months, the neighbours did laundry and chatted over the fences. Then renewal happened and the old people died and the houses got bigger and so did the fences. A lot has changed in 20 years. And as of recently, well o’ boy. What I consider ‘normal’ seems like a long time ago. I don’t think it’s ever coming back.
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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!
43043 seen passing Cossington with the 1B16 0711 Nottingham - London St Pancras International. Apart from Sunday services I think this was the first time a HST has done a Nottingham service since Lockdown began 18/5/20.
The Aventador changed place and color :)
Check the previous Normal situation.
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Explored on May 5th, 2012 #7
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. =)
I can relate to having those people in your life that you feel are moving on to this great, big, normal life and you're like, 'What's wrong with me?'
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It's seldom that I upload shots that aren't processed as HDR, but it happens once in a while.
This was taken in a fishing village in Cambodia.
Leaden skies, bellowing black clouds and a squally breeze - yes normal summer weather is with us. Can't really complain after so much sun from late March 2020 onwards. 60046 slows to take the crossover to access Eastleigh East yard and then the Marshalling yard (?) - actually the recycling sidings but they have curiously retained their old name, despite ceasing to exist for 20 years or so. Friday 5 June 2020
Great to see some familiar faces here for this working despite a year of craziness....
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.