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The development of the Object 416 started at the Construction Bureau of Factory No. 75 in the fall of 1949. The blueprint was developed by March 1950. Due to technical problems with the turret, a working prototype was not ready until April 1952. Improvements were made, and another prototype was built in the summer of 1953, but the vehicle never entered mass production.
A whitetail doe pauses in the early light of the Oklahoma Cross Timbers. She is on alert, watching the approach of a small six-point buck. But he will be moved off by a much bigger eleven-point. The doe fled with the buck in hot pursuit. It's that time of year.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
Crédit photos : Laurent Carré / Oxfam
160 équipes de 4 marcheuses et marcheurs ont pris le départ de la 12e édition du Trailwalker Oxfam au départ d'Avallon. Leur objectif : passer à 4 la ligne d'arrivée, après 100km de marche, en moins de 30h.
Leur engagement a permis de collecter plus de 290 000 euros pour soutenir les actions de l'association Oxfam France contre les inégalités et la pauvreté.
A little boat in cambodia can be a house, a shop, everything.
Exposure: 1/2500 s at f/6,3
Focal length: 200 mm
ISO: 400
Full resolution: 4904x3248
Copyright 2013 © Broogland/Nicolas GUEDON CC BY-NC-ND Creative Commons
Found, corroded iron objects, silver, blue topaz, garnet and citrine.
Taken with Panasonic 20mm f1.7 lens on Panasonic GX7.
MD, Catonsville MD. Objects Found.
One of my favorite antique and vintage shops. They have a lot of stuff to pick through!
Some girls get that jumpy feeling in their chest when they spot a handbag or a fine skein of wool just begging to be knit.
I. love. bikes.
They don't have to be fancy or all tricked out. They do have to be rugged. Mountain-like. Ready for the rough roads -- none of those skinny treadless tires for me, please.
I get that slow burn feeling of desire when I spot one of these -- well-loved, well-used. Take me to bed, baby -- this is all I need.
My life works better when there's a bike ride waiting for me somewhere in the periphery. Solitary more often than not: I don't like to chat. I like to ride. For most of my life riding was synonymous with altitude: Boulder was great for steep stand-up-and-walk-those-pedals grades.
Chicagoland is not.
This place is about wide open prairies and far horizons and days when you ride for hours without tiring a bit. Except for your rump which wears sore much more quickly when you're not standing up for those grades.
It's 2 below this morning -- it's been hovering in the subzeros for some time -- there are no long rides in my imminent future. Not until Spring.
So for now I row on an erg that I picked up when I moved to the flatlands, already hungry for that other object of desire -- the shell lifted high and then lowered into the drink, the sympathy of oars sculling across the water in synch.
But soon there will Spring. And road. And miles before I sleep.
This lovely creature lives in Antigua, Guatemala. Just as this was shot she was perched in an old ruined convent.
De Margrieten in Rijen, the Netherlands is an artwork of Paul Veroude. The 4 daisies are made of copper and are about 8 meters high. On the inside of one of the daisies, there is a love poem engraved on the copper plates. Only Paul and his wife know in which daisy it is hidden.