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I'm sorry I wasn't around either. It would have been great to see them. They got to my store just after I had left and they came by my house when I was at the grocery. It would been great to see them as it's been a couple weeks now.
I'm actually believing that no one has ever even accidentally hit that in the past 50 years. Not even one of the Kennedys! Maybe Teddy Roosevelt was the last to knock into it.
going to have to have food eyesight to work that one out.
the sten gun might not have been the greatest or the most user friendly sub machine gun of its time but it is easy to conceal.
in poor light in the distance you never tell I was hiding one behind my right arm.
Musical notes on the digital piano. My daughter getting ready for her recital....she plays the piano better than me.
Ricohflex VII, Ricoh Anastigmat 1:3.5 80mm, Kodak Pro160, Wide Open
an inner manila street that still shows some traces of vintage ambience that is slowly replaced by modern developments
No, I'm sorry. That fellow hanging out of the cab window is simply too young to be a driver. Whatever business he had to be there, I had the impression that he rather enjoyed being seen by myself and one or two others present ...coming to the cab door and peering, through narrowed eyes, along the length of "his" train. You can't blame him, I suppose: I'd be lapping it up too, wouldn't you? The youth on the platform was unknown to me. His get-up was pretty standard platform-end attire at the time, as was his Adidas bag, freighted, no doubt, with sandwiches made by his mum, a pork pie, a Thermos, a camera and the usual équipage of Biros, notebooks and pocket-sized Ian Allan publications. I never knew what, or who, Adidas was, or even how to pronounce it. Where did the stress fall? Was it Add-id-uss, or Uh-dee-duss? Somehow I associate the name with trainers and tracksuit bottoms. It was Thursday 19th December 1974 and the train was the 10:25 Birmingham - Paddington. I'd come up from Bristol Temple Meads behind 46 031. The locomotive here, as you see, was D1069 Western Vanguard. I travelled on this train as far as Reading, returning to Bristol Parkway on the 13:15 Paddington - Cardiff, behind D1064 Western Regent. Those were the days! I should have appreciated them more.
Beach life in Southern California.
Note that there are several great little things that came together for this photo:
• A lone surfer is exiting the water, with his footprints leading away from the waves, and his reflection below him.
• A group of surfers is floating in the waves behind the surfer in the middleground.
• A flock of Pelicans is drifting along the horizon in formation on the left.
• And of course, the one tiny, elusive patch of seasonal daisies on the entire coastline in this area!
Of course I didn't paint this canvas, God did. I just showed up in exactly the right spot at exactly the right moment to capture all the beauty that was already there to be experienced! And a great moment it was.
I must also of course give a ton of credit to Max Vuong, whose inspirational and award-winning image of this awesome spot inspired me to go there and seek it out in the first place. His work is really excellent and you can check it out right here on Flickr.
Marzia Casilli nasce a Lecce nel 1989. Vive ad Ascoli Piceno, dove è Vicepresidente dell'Associazione Culturale ''Das Andere'', che promuove incontri con scrittori e dibattiti filosofico-letterari, con l'obbiettivo di risvegliare la coscienza sociale. E' laureanda in Psicologia e dal 2015 allieva della Scuola Holden di Torino. Nel 2010 pubblicava con Albatros una raccolta di poesie dal titolo ''Leggendo e scrivendo'' . Con il mare in tasca'' (Talos 2015 - collana Polis) è il suo primo romanzo.
: one of the first exposures with the new camera. And now it's time to take a proper look at it, and to start reading the operating instructions...
(© Lise Utne)
Hey! Go check out TIP's Analog Travelog today. Vanessa and I have nine of our Redfish Lake photos featured!
PS. I still check my page several times a day so I'm not disappearing from flickr completely during this time.