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ODC2. Optimistic.
It would be optimistic to think it would be restored.
Well this is a church not far away from me, me and my companion went for a ride just so I could get some images. Well this church closed years ago when it wasn't making enough money, and sadly it never got restored, and I think there may even be plans to have it knocked down. Which is a shame as I adore abandoned buildings. So I did have to capture this before I got caught! Well I am exhausted after that cycle, have a good Saturday everyone :-)
Check out my photostream for the video of this building!
This CF-104 at CFB Comox's Air Museum is missing several key parts critical to airworthiness, so the "Remove Before Flight" tag may be slightly presumptuous.
This Northern Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis) was singing away in the warm sunlight while the world under him was covered in snow. Spring is still a long way away but at least this bird is optimistic that it will come. Wilde Lake, Howard County, Maryland.
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Because I believe in the power of maintaining a positive and grateful attitude, I do my part by maintaining a blog,...
The most beautiful way to capture the essence of a river, is to take a photo of water.
I used to capture water by letting the camera sit there as still as possible and dragged the shutter for 5 seconds or more.
But i had to try a new technique with this lens i borrowed. I dragged the shutter for a mere 1 second, and panned along the water's surface.
I love how it's both sharp and blurred at the same time.
1/18/2011
Cautiously optimistic.
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necklace: *League* Long Daydream Necklace - Moving Sky
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clutch: .::Mother Goose's::. LaceClutch J (5L gacha at Sound Gravis Beach)
shoes: *G Field* "Alex" Mint
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[mock] Hippie Pink Lipshine
Izzie's - Glossy Lip Highlights 3D
This has nothing to do with my 365...I just need to vent somewhere and for some reason I decided to vent here. I have a livejournal, twitter, and facebook...and none of them seemed appealing to me.
Perhaps this is because flickr has become my addiction...and photography my therapy (kinda)
So here's my rant...I apologize, this isn't a self pity party I just need to open up...
A. In less than a week, March 1st, if Garry doesn't have a job then he may be homeless. His dad told him today they he can't afford to get him up to Northern California which leaves him SOL. He's desperately trying to find a job...and my deepest fear is not being able to communicate with him. I haven't seen him in 6 months and that's tough enough as is...but not getting to talk to him? I swear I'm scared to think about what would happen to both him and me...we need one another right now. I'm trying to be strong for him and keep an optimistic face...but deep down I get sick to my stomach in fear for him. Above all, I don't want him to be out on the streets with no place to stay...the streets are too dangerous. He could get sick, robbed, hurt, or killed...and he doesn't deserve that. His mom is a bitch...not for this per say but for being so damn abusive to him. I hate her. I do.
B. I don't know what I want to do with my life...I'm seriously considering going into research psychology but I don't want to declare a major until my junior year. I'm too scared...too scared of screwing up my life. There are too many horror stories out there of people who spent thousands of dollars in college only to land themselves at McDonalds...it's absolutely terrifying. No having a direction in life leaves me feeling empty and useless...
C. My two best friends on campus have become completely engulfed in their Intervartsity Group (a Christian group) to the point where I will barely see them/eat with them the entire week...and god knows how long after that. I don't think they realize how much I need that social time with them...and of course the paranoid part of me comes out and I feel like I did something wrong...something to prevent them from wanting to be with me. This thought suddenly gets myself all annoyed with who I am...I begin to pick out every flaw and augment it.
D. Jealousy is eating me alive...the beginning of January I was consumed with jealousy which ended up turning itself into motivation. I'm hoping this will happen again...but I get frustrated. I'm struggling to figure out how to become what i envy...and even then, do I want to become that? Shouldn't I refuse to conform just for the sake of popularity? I should like my pictures...I shouldn't care how many comments or views I get...and I gave up on explore long ago. Yeah, I admit it...I'm jealous of my friends who get lavished with comments every day and who constantly make it to explore...ALL VERY DESERVING but my heart longs for that same kind of support and recognition. I feel like a bad person for this...like somehow I'm not supportive of my friends and belittle those who do follow me. I can't tell you how much I truly appreciate it...every comment/word of advice/note/message I receive puts a smile on my face...you people are so good to me, sometimes more than I deserve.
E.In two weeks I have to go back to Ohio and spend an agonizing week with the family. I know I should be happy to spend time with my family...I know there are people out there who would love to spend time with their family but can't. However, I just can't stand mine. Mine is ridden with mental disorders, pride, manipulation, emotional blackmail, and secret keeping. I only miss my brother...and even then I don't think he misses me...so I let go missing him. I don't think he will ever realize how close I felt to him. It was forced upon us, but it was still there. I guess sometimes I get scared he and I will part like Emily and I did. I fear becoming my sister...I get scared I won't be able to hold on anymore and slip into a depression. I want to be okay...I don't want to put my mom (though she drives me nuts) through that crap again...not to mention Emily isn't well yet...she could slip back at any point...it's happened so many times I almost expect it...
F. I feel forgotten...like I could vanish off the face of the earth and only few people would care...especially this week. I feel like I could stop my 365 and disappear from flickr tomorrow and only few would really care. I feel like my family, my dad and siblings especially, wouldn't even notice if I fell off the face of the earth. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that Garry is out there and loves me...knowing he would care and he would notice is enough to keep my chin up...enough to convince myself that this is all in my head.
I just want to be okay...I'm sorry for sounding bitchy and emo...I'm not good with emotion. Whenever I feel it I assume I'm being nothing but a pain in the butt so I shut it all inside...it's what I have been taught. So I apologize to anyone who actually read this and now thinks less of me...I apologize, but I am human
I loved the optimistic 50s look of this card. It looks like a pastel paradise.
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The card is postmarked 1960. The message talks about how hot yet beautiful it is and is sent to someone in Wisconsin.
I rather optimistically took my macro lens out while walking Poppy after work, but it's so windy here, it was enough of an effort just to walk! Poppy's favourite spot on the cycle path is where runoff from the field above drops down through a bridge, normally creating a gentle trickling waterfall that drops into a pool of water below that Poppy likes to have a dip in. Today the spray was blowing everywhere, making it even more exciting for Poppy :)
Taking an optimistic view, Portman urged the importance of taking "full advantage of 2015, particularly the first six months of that year, when maybe there'll be a little less politics, I hope, to try to make some of these changes, and do it again, with the administration working with Congress."
The former Tynewydd Junior School in Ogmore Vale.
It was open from 1892-2003.
Like many historic buildings it was deliberately left insecure until it became so badly damaged (in this case a severe fire) that it was declared unsafe and could be knocked down.
Within six months a set of ugly new build houses were in it's place.
Canon EOS 350D
Canon EF-S 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6
I hear that when country and western music is played backwards, you get your truck, dog, and wife back. ;)
Wendover, Ontario.
(Sulukule, Istanbul, Aug. 08)
A photo with a story, and not so optimistic but I'd like to tell it nonetheless : I met Birol’s wife (let’s call her Gönül, a common name for women of that age there) at Sulukule. She did not allow me to take her in photos (forbidden by the men of her family she told me) but wanted me to photography the tatoo on her chest…
She is a woman in her early 30s with hair died in blond and both her forearms have plenty of scars strangely neatly alligned, apparently self-inflicted wounds made the same day like sorts of wierd decorations, this shows a lot of suffering in her life. She has 2 young children, about 4 and 2 years old : could not ask how Birol could possibly have fathered the kids as he is serving a jail sentence far away, in çanakkale, with 5 more years to go…
(Other women too in that neighbourhood have their husbands in jail and some sell souvenirs made in glass beads, something that is done in other areas in Turkish jails as well...)
She is a neighbour of the family who (being evicted like all the others), had chosen to move that day ; she too will have to leave within one year and the whole Roma population will eventually be scattered in various parts of Istanbul (NB : it is interesting to note that this was the first Roma settlement in the world : they had settled there since almost 1000 years during the Byzantine era and before the Turks moved in Constantinople).
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... As I am not disciplined enough to make a proper "travelogue" with photos in neat succession but as I still have a lot to tell about my experience there, I'll type a text telling about my impressions as it could be useful to other travellers :
First, I entered into a small café in poor condition - the place where only tea is served and where only men are spending long hours : all, very friendly and respectful, happy to talk to a foreigner and offering quantities of free teas for the pleasure of the conversation and of being taken in photos ;
Then, I spotted some children and tried to take decent photos of them in the ruins and with the ancient walls in the BG ;
A nearby family was busy with house removal and it was not easy to understand who was related with who, many neighbours, friends, "akrabas" = family were around there too.
But in the same time, when I was taking photos of mostly young children, I was challenged by older ones (not more than 12 or 13 years old, though), 2 of them hit me repeatedly on my back precisely when I was pressing the shutter, to test me, see my reaction (even, collecting stones probably meant to be thrown at me = I sensed that the situation could become dangerous) : first, I laughed but they definitely wanted to upset me, carried on the same way so in the end, and in the presence of a passing man, I said that it was a shame to treat foreign visitors that way, that in Turkey in general everyone was welcoming and that they'd better leave me alone or I'd deal with them and give them some severe "ceza" (correction) - ... well, this was said very loud but not too seriously - I did not think of it any more as the man chased the eldest of the 2 boys...
But about 10 minutes later, in front of the family busy with transporting furniture with whom I was talking, the same man reappeared with one of the screaming offending boy and the way he beated him in public was absolutely disgusting - an adult (and not the father) throwing the child on the ground and hitting him repeatedly with his foot : I succeeded in reasoning him but not before the child was badly beaten and humiliated : that's how young adults grow angry IMO...
Apart from that unpleasant experience, nothing dangerous happened to me ; still, one has to be weary of thieves (leaving the area, I suddenly became aware of a youngster who was following me, moved backward and he was doing the same, then entered in a shop and talked a bit to the shop keeper : he was still waiting for me, so I stayed longer inside another shop and was helped by every one)...
Saw drug trafficking happening in front of me in the open but pretended not to see it (and this, I dared not photographying although the dealers did not seem very threatening to me) ;
Saw also other kinds of misery, - but also, plenty of children enjoying the holidays and other women seeming happy with their lives and ready to joke with me, even sing for me !...
(More infos about that very special place - the oldest Roma settlement ın the world that was almost reachıng 1000 years of age : Sulukule (Wiki) and here too).
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I've had this shot unfinished for so long that it doesn't reflect my actual state anymore, but I didn't want to discard it, so here it is.
In the last months I've been ill several times. Two months ago it was my stomach. Last month I had a hell of a sore throat that made me stay a whole day in bed with fever. This month the stomach problems came back. I'm alright now, but at the moment it seemed like I couldn't get to fully recover - just when I was feeling better, I was sick again. That's how I came up with the battery idea.
I was going to paint an almost empty battery, but later I went for a half-full one because what was happening to me wasn't that bad, and because I'm an optimistic person who likes to see the bottle (and the battery ;)) half-full.
This looked better in my head, of course.
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He tenido esta foto sin terminar durante tanto tiempo que ya no refleja mi estado actual, pero no quería dejarla a un lado, así que aquí está.
Estos últimos meses he estado enferma varias veces. Hace dos meses fue mi estómago. El mes pasado tuve una infección de garganta tremenda que me hizo quedarme en la cama con fiebre un día entero. Este mes volvieron los problemas de estómago. Ahora ya estoy bien, pero en aquellos momentos parecía que no conseguía recuperarme del todo. En cuanto me encontraba mejor, me ponía enferma otra vez. Por eso se me ocurrió lo de la batería.
Iba a poner una batería casi vacía, pero al final decidí poner una medio llena porque lo que me estaba pasando no era tan malo, y porque soy una persona optimista a la que le gusta ver el vaso medio lleno (y la batería también ;)).
Esto tenía mejor aspecto en mi cabeza, por supuesto.
Built by the Quanah, Acme and Pacific Railway in 1908. It is now a great museum.
From The TSHA:
QUANAH, ACME AND PACIFIC RAILWAY. The optimistic tag "and Pacific" was attached repeatedly to the names of western railroads. Only a few of these actually stretched to the Pacific coast or found service areas there. Nevertheless, the tag frequently implied transcontinental aspirations or a desire to connect with lines reaching that broad area. In the case of the Quanah, Acme and Pacific it was a matter of merely wanting to be a part of a transcontinental route. The QA&P started in 1902 as the Acme, Red River and Northern, a local road in Hardeman County designed to serve the needs of the Acme Plaster Company. By 1909, however, Sam Lazarus, owner of the railroad and the plaster plant, perceived that the country south and west of Quanah and Acme was "ready to open" and that profits could be made by expanding the railroad in that direction. Thus the ARR&N perished to become the Quanah, Acme, and Pacific. The QA&P built into Cottle County and then Motley County, claiming that its eventual goal was El Paso and a connection there with the Southern Pacific's famed Sunset Route to Pacific tidewater. The track reached thirty-five miles to Paducah in 1910 and was extended thirty-nine miles to MacBain, a stock-loading point just short of the Caprock, in 1913. In addition, Lazarus and the railroad promoted townsite developments at several locations, the most impressive of which was Roaring Springs. In 1916 the Quanah owned six locomotives, fifty-eight freight cars, two passenger cars, and ten company cars and earned $63,932 in passenger revenue, $241,196 in freight revenue, and $9,522 in other revenue. Stock control of the QA&P passed to the much larger St. Louis and San Francisco Railroad Company (Frisco) shortly after construction began, although the small road retained independent management with Lazarus as president. The Frisco saw the QA&P as a logical extension of its own line, which began in St. Louis and passed through Tulsa and Oklahoma City before reaching the Red River near Quanah. During the mid-1920s West Texas was the scene of many competing railroad proposals. In the end, the QA&P won only the right to extend from MacBain twenty-six miles to Floydada, which was reached in 1928. Two years earlier the road had also acquired eight miles of track from the tiny Motley County Railroad, which connected the community of Matador with the QA&P, but this branch was abandoned in 1936. In 1931 the Quanah was listed by the Railroad Commission as a Class II road and owned eight locomotives, forty-seven freight cars, and twenty-seven company cars. Earnings for 1931 included $27,126 in passenger revenue, $449,431 in freight revenue, and $9,980 in other revenue. The Great Depression threatened to kill not only the Matador stub but the QA&P as well. Fortunately, however, the QA&P won important regulatory and legal decisions to participate in transcontinental movements with the Frisco on the east and the Santa Fe on the west. Thus, from the late 1930s until the fall of 1973 impressive through trains passed over QA&P rails. This arrangement ended when the Frisco and the Santa Fe agreed to divert overhead business to another gateway. This decision and the era of big mergers in the railroad industry spelled doom for the QA&P. The line from Floydada to Paducah was abandoned in 1979, and although the remaining trackage remained in service, the Quanah, Acme and Pacific Railway-as a corporate entity-perished shortly after the Frisco became part of the Burlington Northern in 1980