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I bought this bouquet in Green Bay Packers colours with a smiley face mug in anticipation of them winning today. Not to be. We lost 44-21
Now it's a sad face but at least the Packers got this far. Next year Packers!
This was a stop on the Lewis and Clark Expedition in June, 1806. There is a field of camas flowers that sits atop Lolo Pass that still blooms to this day. The field, about 50 acres in size, is filled with hundreds of thousands of vivid purple flowers.
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This is a image from the Lambeau Field gift shop. Now even though I am a DIE-HARD REDSKIN FAN, I must give the Packers their fair applause for having some really nice merchandise. I am talking in terms of quality as compared to the crap that has seemed to be put out of similar Redskin merchandise since 'Danny" took over the team.
I even bought my kid one of the Cheese Heads, but you will never see that on my head, LOL!!!
The Falcons host the Green Bay Packers on Sunday Night Football at the Georgia Dome // Falcons vs. Packers - 2011 // Oct. 9, 2011 // Atlanta - PHOTO: Michael Benford, AtlantaFalcons.com
On a gloomy new years day one of the two SW600's built for the Chicago & NorthWestern switches the paper mill in Rothschild WI. The Packers helmet fits well with the NorthWestern's paint scheme.
I'm not as big of a NFL fan as I used to be, but I enjoy taking photos of small objects. I've had these mini helmets since the late 1970s or early 80s, probably purchased from a gumball-style machine for 25 cents. They are 1.5 inches high, or around 4cm.
The Green Bay Packers and Detroit Lions meet today, and have been meeting two times per year since 1932, making it the longest uninterrupted rivalry in the league. The Packers lead the series 106-78-7. GO PACK!!!
Lit with a Nanlite PavoTube and Ulanzi LED lights.
MetLife Stadium, NJ
I met this wild bunch of crazy packers fans at the metlife stadium parking lot and in less than 5 minutes i grabbed the ball and we were family!
The Green Bay Packers never lost a football game. They just ran out of time.
Vince Lombardi
My son and daughter pretending they're not freezing at the Packer Game.
Atlanta Falcons Cheerleaders // Falcons vs Packers // 11/28/10 – Georgia Dome, Atlanta PHOTO: Art Morrison
Painted in 'Freight Car Orange', a 50-foot FMC-Gunderson double door box car was on public display at the Rio Grande depot in Salt Lake City, Utah on May 17, 1986. 100 Wood Packer cars were acquired by the D&RGW in November 1972. Many were assigned to forest products service on the Southern Pacific out of Eugene, Oregon.
"...at noon we arrived at the quamas flatts on the Creek of the same name and halted to graize our horses and dine having traveled 12 miles. We passed our encampment of the (13th) September at 10 m. where we halted there is a pretty little plain of about 50 acres plentifully stocked with quamash and from appearances this frames one of the principal stages or encampments of the indians who pass the mountains on this road..."
- Captain Lewis June 29, 1806
Thus reads the sign at Packer Meadows at Lolo Pass on the Idaho/Montana border. Every year, common camas [Cammasia quamash] fills the whole meadow with its blue-purple flowers, with the bloom so intense some years that it has the appearance of a lake (according to the Clearwater National Forest). This year, I took my boys to the meadow for Father's Day. None of us had seen it before, and it did not disappoint - we encountered the meadow at peak bloom.
I have been waiting for this sunset over Packer Meadows for 3 years, so glad I was finally there when in glowed so perfectly.
This serene little mountain lake is the perfect place to engage in a little spacious consciousness. Such a relief from my habit of making something out of everything. Just ask that goose.
Sierra County, CA
Sunrise off of Picture Peak from Hungry Packer Lake. This sunrise was unexpected, but just amazing. An awesome place to visit. Cerca 1998. John Muir Wilderness.
Low cloud sunrise over Crown tower in Barangaroo, colloquially known as Packer's pecker after the billionaire that built it. At least it's not another boring rectangle tower. Shot on Gadigal country.
{Log of CT-7869, “Greeves”}
-Republic Cruiser R950, “Destroyer”, travelling through hyperspace, 01:59, 21 BBY
-I never did get a chance to “get out of there”. We were whisked back to Kamino and spent time training there. After a while, Crash gathered us and told us that things were changing; we’d been training for over a year, and we were to get ready for some changes now that we were in the second year of what was becoming known as the “Clone Wars”. Kamino was very busy; I heard talk of a “phase 2” armour and how the production was slowed by something, probably the Separatist attack here a little while ago.
One night Crash entered my room and sat down on the bed next to me while I was reading.
“Are you alright, trooper?” He asked me. I shook my head.
“No, sergeant, I’m still angry with General Derbson. I know I shouldn’t be, but I am. It just... I didn’t like being played by that.”
He put his hand on my shoulder. “Greeves.” I was shocked that he had called me by my name; usually we were all just “trooper” or “you there” to him. “Greeves, I know who you feel. I wasn’t happy either. But we completed the mission; the mission always come first, y’know. I can garuntee that everyone in your squad was willing to give up their lives for the mission.”
“What do they think about being the distraction?” I asked him.
“They aren’t happy with it, but they know that it had to be done. They know that it was for the good of the Republic.”
“Even Mech and Packer?”
“Even Mech and Packer.”
He stood up.
“Tomorrow you will all be seperated into different parts of the company according to your skills. You will still be in the same company, but won’t see each other as much.”
I nodded. I knew this was coming.
“Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you going?”
He gave me a grave look. “I’m being transferred somewhere else. In truth, I was assigned to your squad as punishment; I didn’t follow orders from my original general, Pong Krell. He wanted to have me exectued, but the captain talked him out of it. I was to train rookies as punishment. But it has been an excellent experience; you have become far better trooperrs than I ever could.”
He began walking out the door.
“Sir, what legion are you being transferred to?” I asked him. He shook his head.
“I honestly don’t know.”
That was the last time I would ever see Crash; later I would find out that he was transferred to the 501st and died fighting on Umbara, under his original general, Pong Krell. The irony is sickening.
It turned out that Mech, Packer and Spastic were both going to be part of an elite squadron of commandos called Flare Squad. How Spastic got into that squad, I don’t know. Verb was going to do some additional training as a medic with another commando squad, and I was promoted to a sergeant. I would be one of many sergeants leading a squad of troopers handpicked from other legions to be part of the group under general Derbson, known as the 73rd Specialist Corps or “Sarlacc Company”, as it was nicknamed. The other members of my original squad would be part of that too but, just as Crash had said, we hardly saw each other.
As well as hardly seeing them, I also saw less and less of general Derbson. It seemed the war was taking its toll on him; whenever I did see him, he was wearing armour over his Jedi robes, his hair was long, messy and unkempt, and he looked increasingly tired. Some of the clones under me had only seen him once or twice. But whatever; even though I'd tried to forgive him, part of me still burned with anger.
About 4 months into the second year of the Clone Wars, our legion was called upon to take part in a major siege on some far-flung outer rim planet. I was leading my troops through the hangar when I saw him: I couldn’t tell from the face, but from the way he was talking and gesturing, I knew that had to be Mech. I turned to my squad.
“Stay here,” I told them, “I need to talk with someone.”
I walked up to a group of orange-clad troops; I tapped maybe-Mech on the shoulder. He turned.
“Hi, Mech,” I said boldly. I took off my helmet to reveal my trademark goatee. Recognition flickered in his eyes, and I found his eyebrows raise on his scarred face.
“Greeves,” he said, “it’s been so long. How are you?”
“Good, good,” I said, “I’m a sergeant now. I have my squad back there.” Mech nodded understandingly. He seemed older and more serious; maybe the Flare Squad had changed him. I coudn’t picture him being the geeky joker he always was with us.
“I see you still have the traditional colours,” he said, referring to the green on my armour.
“Yeah, I did it in honour of Crash.”
“He was a good sergeant. Hang on– PACKER!”
Another orange-clad trooper walked over us and removed his helmet; it was Packer. He removed his helmet and grinned, and I gasped; he had not only grown out his hair, but dyed it a sandy-colour.
“Packer, it’s good to see you,” I said. “How’s the Flare Squad?”
He and Mech exchanged looks.
“We’ve seen some pretty nasty stuff,” Packer exclaimed. “Once you do the things we’ve done, there’s no going back.” Mech nodded in agreement.
“How’s Spastic been?” I inquired.
“He hasn’t changed; he’s still an oddball. In fact–” Packer lowered his voice– “I think he enjoys shooting up the clankers, bugs–whatever we’re facing. I mean, it’s kinda fun and all, but he really gets into it, and it affects him off the battlefied, too; the sergeant’s had to isolate him a couple for fighting us.”
I raised my eyebrows in shock. Wow. So, Mech was now really serious, Packer had grown out his hair and dyed it–the former of which we all promised each other not to do, as we though it showed us being unified– and now Spastic’s going crazy. I wonder what Verb will be like?
An announcement went through the loudspeakers: “PLEASE GO TO YOUR SHIPS, WE WILL BE ARRIVING AT THE PLANET SHORTLY.”
I pointed at my squad; “Well, I’ve gotta go, it was nice seeing you,” I said. They both nodded.
“You too,” Packer said. “Be careful,” Mech added.
END OF LOG
Sorry this one was so long, thanks for getting this far!
Typical day back at URM Warringah with a truck coming back to the yard due to some kind of breakdown, although this time the problem was out of the ordinary. I was speaking to the driver and he was saying he was just going about emptying bins like normal, when suddenly the hopper overfilled. He could hear the paddle operating and noticed some movement in the hopper, but something clearly wasn’t right. Next thing he climbed up the top to discover more than half the paddle had gone missing :O This was one of those situations where the cause of the problem was a mystery, so how it happened wasn’t apparently known. Almost looks like something cut through the paddle on an angle, but the sides are also curved into the middle, so I dunno WTF happened. Knowing the paddle packer is a pretty heavy duty piece of equipment, it must’ve been something quite extreme to result in this!