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When it goes wrong, it goes very wrong...
The gun missed the limber and the drags ran away without it. The Slat Number had the slat pulled out of his hand (and with it the steering). He went down and was run over, knocking the limber to one side and sweeping the Speedy Bullet off his feet.
He rolled quickly to one side and almost made it.
But not quite. The limber went over his ankle and he was walking on crutches for the rest of the competition. But, showing proper strength of character he made himself useful, reloading the shells, cleaning the kit and generally supporting the crew instead of crying in his beer.
Proper Field Gunner.
Last night Paul was dropping me off after Funktion when a shiny new Mercedes McLaren raced up the street and drove right into the Vedanta Church's iron gate, pictured here. We parked and ran down the street to make sure everyone was OK. Two Persian boys in their early 20s were the occupants of the car. They were fine but desperately trying to flee the scene. The driver was trying to reverse out and accelerating but not going anywhere- just blowing up dust all over the sidewalk. His friend, meanwhile, was on side of the car trying to push it out. Funny thing is, the right from wheel was turned sideways, axl busted I'm sure. His friend kept elling him to turn the steering wheel and while he did, the wheel never actually moved. We were trying to help but there was obviously no reasoning with them. Pretty soon after that, an older man from the church came out. He asked if they were ok, inspected the scene and started to write down the license plate number of the car. The guy outside of the car got in his face and said "lose that piece of paper. we'll pay you in cash, right here, right now," and proceeded to take out a ridiculous roll of money from his pocket. All 100s. The man from the church wasn't interested in that and said he wanted to do deal with this situation by reporting it to the proper authorities. This made the young guy really mad and he started to get in his face, like he wanted to fight him. Paul and I ran over, I told the guy to calm down because this man was likely a priest from the church and to realize that he hadn't struck the gate of a private residence, it was a CHURCH. Pretty soon, the driver knew he was fucked, got out of the car and started saying shit like "There was another car flying down the street and I veered to get out of the way. There was no where else I could go!" Yea fucking flat out lie. Paul and I looked at each other, and knew cops were about to come and though we'd witnessed the whole thing we began to feel really scared that if we were to tell the cops what we saw, that those guys might retaliate. I live less than half a block up the street, and the last thing I want is for some stupid, rich idiot kids to start fucking with me for giving a statement. Paul walked over to the guy and said "If I were you, I'd grab the keys and just leave...get the fuck out of here or you're going to get arrested for a DUI." The guy shook his head, walked over to his friend (the driver) and started conversing in Farsi at which point Paul and I just walked away. I hung out in my living room trying to hear what was going on. I heard cops arrive. I heard a tow truck. I never actually heard the boys' voices again.
NUTS.
The best plans sometimes go wrong. What started off as a lemon risotto almost ended up as lemon and finger risotto. Parmesan, a large knife and a unsuspecting finger. Oops. Lucky I'd finished with the lemons, and wasn't cuting chilli.
Common hazard of an ultra-wide (in this case 8mm) lens: if you're not careful, you end up with your feet in the picture!
I was drinking my water bottle, and dropped the cap down to the eating area below. Oops. One guy noticed. He looked up at me and I said "crap." He nodded. Crap indeed.
#90. Jules, Tate and their cousins decorated Easter eggs with their Grammy (my mom) today. I dropped one on it's way to the fridge.
Monster west swells have hit the Big Island as they always do in January. So this float that should normally reside 300 yards offshore now looks like the newest beach bar of Kona. Oops!
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One of the drawbacks of using a 70/200: I couldn't get the knights kneeling in front of them in the frame. Drats!
Day 299
Oops! I thought this was my 300th day but it turns out I messed up numbering somewhere in the last week, and it was my 299th day.
So....In the last 299 days of self-portraits, I have begun to do a few things that I hadn't done before, such as:
Participating in Half-Nekkid Thursdays,
Learning how to play with texture,
Learning a bit more about my lighting equipment,
Playing with my hair,
Learning how to clone,
and posing with knee socks!
But I still love to do the things I have always loved as well, such as:
Jumping shots,
Cropping my head off (seems to be something I do a lot),
Letting my daughter Jaymi in my portraits,
Reflection shots,
and posing with my feet in the air.
Edited, darkened the interior of the car so you could(sort of) see what happen outside.
best viewed large(so you can actually see what happened)
Bad Mom.
I'm guessing this wasn't the round,…
Our Daily Challenge - Nov 25, 2012 - "Orange"
ball that Henry had in mind.
Daily Dog Challenge "391. Color Theme"
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She lost her grip on the log above and fell into the water. We had great fun watching the bears chasing each other. This was my favorite time though, this bear played in the water by herself for about 20 minutes. It was amazing to see how much fun bears can have. But one look at those claws and teeth reminds me that they are not something to tangle with!!!!