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Hey all! I’m so, so sorry I haven’t been posting. I was laid off from my job on February 10th, a few days before my last post. I’ve not been feeling well, in fact I’m still not, and this blog just felt too much like work that I couldn’t deal with.
I lost my grandmother and a great aunt, as well as a good friend, in the month leading up to me loosing my job, so this year has been simply overwhelming. Currently I’m trying to find a job that isn’t too far from my apartment, since I have an unfortunate fear of driving, and I don’t trust my car to keep it together for much longer and I want to be able to walk.
Mostly the thought of me working with new people, in a new place, is overwhelming. I don’t make friends easily, and I’m honestly a very shy person that usually gets misunderstood as unfriendly. After five and half years at my job, and especially after working through all of lockdown and the height of the pandemic last year, I didn’t have much of a reason to worry about being let go – my position was simply eliminated, and like so many other retail companies they are hiring more part-time employees instead of full-timers, so they couldn’t move me into another position within my store.
I’ve not really left the apartment much over the last four months, and I’ve not really seen any of my friends anyway, so maybe moving on to a different job won’t be so hard. I’ve just reached the point that I can’t think of what to do past tomorrow – I won’t make plans for next month, the month ever, because in my mind my future is nonexistent and I can’t get past thinking that way. I’m not suicidal, I just want to cease to exist. I can’t afford to see a psychiatrist or whatever right now, and I haven’t seen my parents or any of my siblings for three years now and I don’t know if I want to see or talk to them because I feel like such a useless person right now.
Sorry, this has nothing to with the photos or post really, just venting or whatever. Anyway – credits and SLURLs here: thevirtualgentleman.wordpress.com/2021/06/01/blur/
Full name: Effie Harlow
Age: 19
Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
Occupation: Student, part-time dancer
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Blue
Personal Style: Tomboy-ish with a bit of Girly flare
Why I should make it Into TMI: "I should make it into TMI because for starters, I can actually model! I've got a basic face that can work many different looks- I'm like a blank canvas. I also think that TMI could help me break some barriers that are holding me back from being iconic. I think that by being surrounded by a lot of people, I could make genuine friendships that could help assuage my temper and bring me out of my shell! A lot of people would describe me as very rugged and masculine, so being surrounded by divas and potential icons could really help me bring out my inner femininity that I need to further my modeling career. Oh, and I want to be an icon hehe"
Who's team I would like to be on: "I feel that Sabrina could help me work on being more sexy and feminine, but I also think that Dotti and I can relate based on the fact that we can both rock many different looks..... But if I HAD to choose, I'd got with Dotti!"
Hello, this is my third video update on my weekend of cross-dressing. My apologies for the video quality, it was recorded in very low lighting conditions on my phone. I was too tired to setup any proper lighting and wanted to record my thoughts straight away.
The weekend has worked out differently to what I envisaged but I am delighted by it. I have never really cross-dressed on several consecutive days and was not prepared for the agony of sore skin after three days of super close facial shaving. I also found it a charged emotional experience that has exhausted me and impacted on my thinking and my approach to being Helene. It gave me a new focus and clarity which I intend to develop over the next year.
Of course, being me, I fully intend to document these changes of direction. I is nothing that involves transition, hormones, surgery, consulting the medical profession, none of that, it’s more zeroing in on what I like and enjoy and want to experience as a woman (it doesn’t involve men!). I always feel Helene is like the teenage girl discovering herself and experimenting with make-up, hair and clothing. I wore so many dresses and pairs of high heels this weekend that I found myself thinking I needed to focus on the clothes I felt good wearing, the hair I felt enhanced my appearance and a totally refocused approach to how I wear make-up. I can summarise that by saying my focus has intensified upon wanting to spend time in the world as a woman not a man. Let me clarify again, I’m not talking transition more when I dress as Helene for the period I am dressed as her I desire to be a woman for that time. I want my male self to be gone when I am Helene.
I think I finally reached the point emotionally where I realised this is what I want to do and I feel very excited about doing it in the future. It will in reality be me cross-dressing as a woman but the big changes are how I feel about it within myself and what I want to experience. In the past I have always felt like a man dressed up as a woman. I am in reality exactly that but emotionally this weekend I felt I had ceased to be a man and become female for a few hours. It was powerful, intoxicating and emotionally highly charged.
It wasn’t like a deep coming out experience more like I finally found my path and new where I was going. So next year the development of Helene is, and acknowledge this may sound delusional, that I cease being a cross-dressing male and become a (part-time) woman. The inner confidence boost and comfort this has induced is quite incredible. I feel good about this.
We all have our own needs in regard to why we cross-dress and what we personally want from it. I know what I always dreamed of was being female and not male. Unfortunately, my body is that of a male so I need to be open to wearing the clothes that will actually work and help that I am perceived as being a woman when I transform myself into Helene. I’m going to very open minded on this, I want it to be right. I don’t like the phrase blending in, it suggests being invisible. I don’t desire invisibility. I know as a woman I like being chatty and interacting and yes, I like to feel a bit sexy and flirty. I want to look good as a woman as well. I don’t have a pretty face or amazingly feminine body so I think it’s a case of ensuring I get the combination of hair, make-up and clothing that makes the most of my physicality and hopefully I an look attractive and stylish as a woman
I don’t mind attention, I just want to look as female as I can and wear stylish female clothes that look nice and help with my confidence. Not so much blending in as being feminine and stylish.
I hope that doesn’t come across as a big ego and vanity trip, that is genuinely not what I want. I just want to be a contented woman and enjoy nice stylish clothes and to feel good about it all as I spend time out and about as Helene. It’s the day time rather the night time I feel a big pull towards. I want to be a woman amongst other people in daylight, the biggest challenge with my looks!
I think at some point in our lives we all find the path for our cross-dressing, I am delighted I finally found mine, it took me to being age 60 though! It’s never too late!
Um YEAH my head is spinning literally and figuratively.
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo guess who starts a new job on Monday?!!!!
Wow! What a GREAT guess! How did you know?! ;)
YES that's right!
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have been a full time mom for over five years now so YEAH Monday is a BIG BIG deal to me!
I will be working at a domestic violence shelter/agency. On Monday I start my 60 hours of training (state law for domestic violence agencies). I will be working normal full time day hours to get my 60 hours of training in and then go to my normal scheldule (part time evenings and every other weekend). I also have an interview THIS Friday for a case manager position at an agency that serves people with disabilities. This one would be full time day hours.
Soooooooooooooo yeah I am SOOOOO anxious and EXCITED about both.
Ohhhhh and did I mention that Haley's FIRST BIRTHDAY is this Saturday?!!!!!!!!!
We are having her party on Sunday and then on Monday is my FIRST DAY!
A new camera, a new job/s, and my daughter's FIRST birthday -
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! is a happy noise btw! :) Well at least for me it is! :)
I’m a member of the Oakland Raiders House Band. So, during the football season the band is featured at all of the home games! It’s a pleasure to be a member of this ensemble led by trumpeter, composer, arranger, and bandleader, David Perrico.
The owners and staff of the little shops here at the shore are incredibly helpful and gracious to customers like me. Most of them know me as a part-time female but treat me like I am a woman every day of my life. Maybe even better than the cisgender females who surround me. I might pay a bit more for clothes than shopping online or in a big department store, but the experience of being helped by someone who treats me like the girl I want to be is PRICELESS !
My father, locomotive engineer Steve Belmont, and fireman Doug Brown are all smiles as UP 618 arrives at Deer Creek Dam on July 24, 1976.
Didn't mean to disclose about my part time job: A free-lance photographer for the National Geographic XD
Final update. May 8th. Alright. Sorry it took me a few days to follow up on all this. I have not been ignoring the e-mails. Well ok, I have. But only because after pouring so much energy into this event over the last month, once Thursday night was finished I needed to set it all aside for a couple of days. I still feel pretty wiped in that regard, but I wanted to let you all know just how we all did. My fundraising event page with Mercy Corps took in $1420 that night. In addition, I know of $150 in donations made to the cause before I set up that page specifically. I also know of at least two other donations made to Mercy Corps since that did not go to my page specifically. So it is safe to say that total, we raised something north of $1600 for Mercy Corps' Japanese Disaster Relief Fund. I consider that a hell of a success. Sure, a higher number would have been nice. But $1600 will still do a heckuva lot of good over there. So thank you for all your help, everyone.
I do want to briefly, but pointedly thank a couple of people. First off, are Morgan Leedy and Vin of The Fresh Pot. Morgan is the art curator for The Fresh Pot. She gave the go ahead for the event to take place there, showed up to help me hang it, staffed the night of and was there tonight to help me take it down. In all, she is nothing short of awesome. Vin also gets a big thank you as the manager of The Fresh Pot. He donated his night to run the counter on Thursday. A cool dude too. Continuing with The Fresh Pot theme, thank you Damian. Damian was my liaison with TFP and was ultimately the one who landed them as the host for this event. It would not have happened there without him. He was also part of my set up crew the night before. Rounding out that crew was B, Wendi and O. Thank you to all three of you for helping me shlep work around and see that it got up on the walls. And then also to all my co-staff at Blue Moon for the myriad little ways they helped over the weeks, from receiving donated art work on my days off, to making extra enlargements to donate, to putting up with me being mildly distracted by all of this, and then for showing up themselves. They are all grand. Except you, Sean. You're part-time-grand.... just kidding. ;-)
And where to from here? Good question and I have given it a lot of thought. About half of everything donated, sold. But then you figure that I ended up with about 80 donated pieces and it does not take a math whiz to realize I still have about 40 pieces left over, which is a show and a half, if not two. I am tempted to do something with all of this. But I think I am going to pass and return the work. I am a bit worn out, I need a bit of time to recuperate and I have a few other projects that got set aside that deserve my attention now. My schedule is also screwy. I am here this week, then will not be around the week after. So something would have to happen really soon, like now, or wait two weeks to get organized. The idea of an on-line sale has been broached a number of times. I am leery of the immense amount of work that would have to occur behind the scenes in terms of getting everything into a digital format, cataloged, a website organized and populated, and then the business of selling and shipping it all. It is more than I am able to bite off right now.
That isn't to say I didn't really enjoy this experience. I did. I learned a lot and it was extremely gratifying to put my photography to a use greater than myself. It has caused me to become so much more quickly tired of the ego-driven game that so many other photographers seem willing to play. In fact, I am pretty sure I am going to do something like this again. Maybe not a fundraiser specifically. But I am going to keep looking for ways I can put my experience and skills to use to further a cause greater than simply promoting myself or selling my work. Be that through more volunteering, through another event like this, or I am even thinking of working to land a grant to undertake a larger photographic project. All in good, patient time though.
And I hope. I really, really hope that some of you who participated, or watched even, will have learned something from all this too. I hope some of you will remember this in the future, and recognize a moment where you could do something too. It does not have to be grand, just do something good with your abilities. Photography can be so much more than just Front Page. So much more than selling a few prints or having your own show. So much more than making a book or winning a major contest. It is not cliche to say that you can use it to change the world. Just look at this. Somewhere, somebody in Japan will benefit from what we did here with our photography. We will never know the extent of that, nor will we even meet them. But we will have done something. Remember that. It is possible.
In terms of left over work, I will be in touch over this next week if I have something of yours. It will all be stored at Blue Moon Camera and available for pick up at your convenience. If you would rather I just keep it, I am willing to do that too, and if I end up with enough left over, then maybe in two weeks I will look at organizing something small to sell off the rest and send that money on over to Mercy Corps too.
Anyway, this is the last time you will see this image refreshed. Just want to say thank you again everyone. It was a good experience, I am glad we did this.
And yes, you can still donate to the cause. The link is above. Please feel free to do so.
Update 29 April 2011: So just under a week to go before the night of the event. I will say this more than once over the next week or so, but thank you everyone who donated work to the event. I currently have over 50 pieces, and with the remaining promised pieces the show is going to have over 60 and possibly 70 works for sale to raise money for Mercy Corps. I appreciate the assistance greatly. I may be the one organizing this, but I could not have done it without all your help. Again, thank you.
At this point I need attendance by a crowd meaning to purchase the work and fulfill its purpose. So I am encouraging everyone who is thinking of attending to bear in mind that the venue is small and is going to be crowded. I don't want to limit the crowd or the moral support, but mind you that if you are not planning on buying work, you will be making it more difficult for those who do plan to do so. The event is public though and word of mouth has been awesome to this point, so please feel free to encourage family or friends to attend.
Also, you are welcome to make donations to Mercy Corps ahead of time and bring a printout of your receipt as a voucher. You can do this if you would like to make the evening slightly less complicated for me, and would care to donate from home. The prices of the pieces are going to vary greatly, but I am telling people if they are planning on making pre-donations to do so in $25 increments. Most bare prints will be $25. Most matted prints will be $50 and most framed work will be $75.
Also, I should warn you that work is going to sell right off the wall. So if the turnout is robust enough, this event could in theory be finished by 7:30 or 8 if everything sells. I am normally a big fan of the fashionably late entrance to art shows, but I would not recommend it in this case. :-)
Other than that, I am spending this last week getting the final preparations in order. Wish me luck!
Update 18 April 2011: Thanks all for the donations. I really appreciate them. I am collecting quite a few pieces so far, but will gladly take any others people want to add to the cause. At this point, I need to start encouraging people to attend with the expectation of spending small amounts of money. More on that with the next update, but just to get it in your minds.
In terms of Quickstop orders, there have been a few issues, but mostly minor. Their uploader accepts both JPEGs and TIFFs but they highly recommend JPEGs as their printers do not recognize all TIFF formats.
Also, Christopher Fetterer, whichever of my contacts you are (forgive me for not knowing), send me an e-mail, it seems Quickstop needs you to re-upload your file as a JPEG.
Again, thanks everyone. The date is fast approaching.
As I have mentioned to some of you, I have decided to organize a small, benefit auction in support of disaster relief for Japan. I don't like being in a position where I know I could do something if I was motivated enough, and don't, so I figured I would see just what I could do, and started organizing an auction.
I think as a population, we are not limited by our abilities or inabilities but rather by our motivation and desire to see something done. It is pretty amazing what a small group of motivated individuals can do once they set their collective minds to a task. And that is one reason I wanted to do this. The photographers of Portland are all a capable lot, capable of quite a bit, and I wanted to tap into that a bit and turn our talents with cameras into a result greater than the occasional images we make.
So quickly, here is the time and location:
Fresh Pot
724 SW Washington
Portland, Oregon
One night only
First Thursday
May 5th, 6-9 pm
So, what I need in terms of help, because I can do this on my own, but the result and the effects will be much greater the more help I can get. At this point, I need donations of artwork.
In terms of the art, I am looking for smallish pieces, say 8x10. Larger or smaller pieces than that are certainly welcome though. The work can be bare prints, it can be matted, it can even be framed. I want to stress though that these pieces are going to sell inexpensively. Do not donate something valuable with the expectation of it meeting that price.
Ideally, I want to put up a number of pieces with very low, buy-it-now prices of around $25-50. Other pieces, particularly framed ones, can go through a silent auction process, but I want firm prices on many of the pieces so as to be able to tap into the walk-through crowd that would not hang around until a bid was finished. I will also tell you, based on a heck of a lot of experience, that in order to sell work in Portland, it needs to be inexpensive. Portlanders, especially after the recession, do not spend a lot of money on art. Hence why I want to put low price tags on the work, and I want anyone donating to be aware of that upfront. I have not settled on a price structure just yet, but I will be in touch with everyone who donates when I do. The cutoff for donating pieces is the last Thursday in April, so one week before the opening. Of course I will still take donations after that, but if they can be in before that, it will make my job of organizing all this easier.
Donations can be dropped off at Blue Moon Camera in St. Johns where I work. Please include your name, phone number or e-mail with your pieces. Alternately you can e-mail me to make other arrangements for getting your work to me. If you are out of town, state or country, you are still more than invited to donate work, just mail it to Blue Moon Camera. If you need that address, e-mail me at zeb@zebandrews.com.
An alternate idea for getting prints to me for those of you far away, is through Quick Stop Photo, which is Blue Moon's outlab for digital printing. You can upload, order and pay for prints through their website which is www.picturepreview.com. I think an 8x10 costs all of $1.99. Then in the final instructions for your order, just instruct them to send the finished print to Blue Moon and to my attention. Make sure you leave your name in the order comments as well, and contact info too please.
The second group of people I need help from are those willing to show up the night of, bring friends, hang out, and buy work. I don't expect to have a problem with people willing to donate, I don't even expect to have a problem with getting people to show up, but folks, this will not be an art show, but an art sale, so it is important to get people willing to contribute small amounts and get to go home with a print under their arm.
100% of the bids will go to charity, at this point, it appears Mercy Corp. I plan on having a laptop right there so that winning bidders can make their donation on the spot and no paper money has to trade hands or even be involved. Alternately, and I still need to confirm this, people could make donations before coming to the show, and bring a printout of the receipt for their donation and use that as a voucher for bidding. I will accept that too. The important thing is to just make sure the money gets to Mercy Corp some way or another.
Alright, there are still other details to iron out, but this gives you all enough concrete information to start making your own arrangements. I don't need to tell you this is for a good cause, you already know that. Nor do I need to remind you what a disaster Japan is at the moment, our media barrage, as clumsy as it is, has made that point too. What I will remind you of is that we are all capable of making a difference here, it may be small, but it will matter. And the more motivated we become, the more intent on our purpose, the greater the effect we will have. So don't write yourself off as being insignificant, don't use that as an excuse to do nothing at all. I know you all have prints just laying around out there, and you all have abilities with a camera, lets translate that into something, that on a certain scale will be a big thing.
Thank you.
Explore #251 2/4/2014
I worked at a university for 27 years and was frequently exhausted from the stress of jobs in accounting and IT. At one time, I had 15 full time employees and 100 part time. I completely eliminated kitchen duty from my life. I finally have free time and am loving the adventure each day of selecting a recipe to try. Sunday was butternut squash soup. I did not even have a clue what a butternut squash should look like! Today I made the crust, filling, and meringue from all new recipes for coconut pie. The filling included coconut milk which was a total new purchase for me.
The best benefit of this new hobby is Hadley wants to keep me.
ODC: something about me
Manufacturer: Automobili Lamborghini Holding SpA, Sant'Agata Bolognese - Italy
Type: LM-002 Off-Road
Production time: mid-year 1986 - mid-year 1992
Production outlet: 246 / some sources 301
Engine: 5167cc Lamborghini L 510 V-12 60° DOHC
Power: 444 bhp / 6.800 rpm
Torque: 500 Nm / 4.500 rpm
Drivetrain: 4x4 part-time (rear permanent, front engaged manually in off-road conditions)
Speed: 196 km/h
Curb weight: 1950 kg
Wheelbase: 118.1 inch
Chassis: multi-tubular steel space-frame chassis with aluminum and fiberglass unibody
Steering: Assisted recirculating ball, 3.75 turns lock to lock
Gearbox: ZF 5S 24/3 (2x)five-speed manual with a two-speed transfer case and manual locking hubs / all synchromesh / floor shift
Clutch: hydraulically operated single dry plate disc
Carburettor: 6x horizontal Weber 44 DCNF twin-choke 2-barrel side-draft + 2 electric Bendix gasoline pumps
Fuel tank: 290 liter (twin fuel tanks)
Electric system: 12 Volts 90 Ah
Ignition system: electronic with distributors
Brakes front: ZF differential brakes + vented hydraulic discs (two four-pot calipers per disc)
Brakes rear: ZF differential brakes + 12 inch hydraulic drums
Suspension front: independent triangle wishbones, oscillating arms, coil springs + hydraulic telescopic shock absorbers
Suspension rear: independent wishbones, oscillating arms, coil springs + hydraulic telescopic shock absorbers
Differential: road 1,428:1 and terrain 4,286:1
Wheels: 11 x 17 inch pressed steel discs
Tires: 325/65 VR 17 Pirelli Scorpion run-flat type
Options: 7.2 L L804 Marine V12 petrol (powerboat) engine, factory toolbox, tonneau,vented rear disc brakes
Special:
- Automobili Lamborghini S.p.A., founded in 1963 by Ferruccio Lamborghini, is an Italian brand and manufacturer of luxury supercars, sports cars and SUVs based in Sant'Agata Bolognese, Italy.
- The LM-002, also known as the LMA, was designed by ex-Maserati engineer Giulio Alfieri (little-known breezeblock style) and was officially introduced in production form at the 1982 Geneva Auto Show.
- Production of this very luxurious 4x4 vehicle finally began in 1986, albeit with many changes.
- The LM (“Lamborghini Militaria”) and also nicknamed “Rambo Lambo”, was the first four-wheel drive model manufactured by Lamborghini and was a “love-toy” for many celebrities like Sylvester Stallone, Tina Turner, Van Halen, Mike Tyson, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Pablo Escobar.
- The car was loved by the Arab border police because one could drive the car at 160 km/h over rolled sand dunes.
- This 4-seater 4WD off-road vehicle was assembled in Sant'Agata Bolognese - Italy.
Conda Edith Hoobler was a schoolteacher, the daughter of Frank Wilder and Lona Hoobler of Taylor, Nebraska.
Her husband was Abe A. Duryea; born May 22, 1905 in Arcadia, Valley County, Nebraska and the son of A.C. and Mary (Spangberg) Duryea. The mother died at quite an early age but the father, Abe Sr., lived to the ripe old age of 103 years. Abe Jr. was a victim of polio at age four. It affected him throughout his life but at his present age (in January 1987) of 81 years, he has never considered it as a real handicap.
After he had taught school for five years, on Christmas day, 1929, he was married to the girl of his choice, Conda Hoobler. She was a schoolteacher, the daughter of Frank and Lona Hoobler of Taylor, Nebraska. Abe was then a teacher and part-time barber. The price of a haircut was 35 cents and a shave at 20 cents, both for 50 cents. This supplement along with their school teaching of $75 per month each made it possible to live and pay most of the bills. However Conda’s income was to cease when a little daughter, Leta Rae, was born to the happy couple on Jan. 19, 1931. A second daughter, Bonnie Rea, came to them on Nov. 3, 1932. At this time Abe was a teacher and elementary athletic coach in the Taylor public schools. Times and salaries were declining, and in the fall of 1933 the Duryea family moved west to Bingham, Nebraska where Abe was to be a junior high teacher, high school basketball coach and part time barber. Haircuts were now 50 cents and the family felt that they had made a good move to this little Sheridan County village.
Their son, Bob, was born in Bingham July 28, 1934. The salary now was $85 per month and with the availability of fish from the nearby lakes, an occasional sale of a muskrat hide, and always plenty of cow chips to stock the big wood stove for heat, and with lots of good permanent friends they found themselves "right up among" the others in survival and happiness. The fall of 1937 was the height of the "dust bowl era" with ranchers putting up Russian thistles for feed due to the scarcity of hay. It was at this time that the Duryea family moved to Chadron where Abe entered the State College for some much needed training and college credit. Needless to say it took a lot of hard work, planning, and determination to stay with the project. Barbering, janitor work, and what was called "The College Laundry" manned by Abe and Conda paid the bills. Three women were employed at $1 per day, a college boy worked for his board and room, and a high school girl did likewise. The college boys all wore white shirts to school, which were laundered by the Duryeas for 10 cents each.
Abe went for six weeks each summer as an assistant to the director of the "Chadron State College Study Tours" during which time he was exposed to 44 of our states, and portions of Canada and Mexico. In May 1941 came the big story. Abe graduated with 6 years to his credit and wife Conda had completed her 2 years. In September of 1941 the family moved to Richmond, Va. where Abe headed the high school Industrial Arts Department in the Glen Allen Schools, and Conda became the principal of a seven-teacher elementary school. The second World War came upon them with its many complications in December. This caused the family to become homesick for friends in Nebraska.
The Duryeas returned to Bingham in 1943 where Abe became superintendent of the 12 grade accredited high school, and wife Conda became principal. After 22 years of teaching, their last move was to Alliance in 1946. The next 30 years were devoted to the Real Estate and Insurance business. Upon retirement, at age 71, Abe operated "Abe's Sharp-all Shop" for 15 years with his helpmate, Conda.
Abe A. Duryea, 86, died Saturday, December 14, 1991, at Box Butte General Hospital. He was a member of United Methodist Church and a member of Kiwanis Club since 1952, with 30 years of perfect attendance.
He is survived by his wife, Conda, Alliance; son, Bob, of Alliance; daughter, Bonnie Jones of Antrim, NH; daughter, Leta Whiteman of Overland Park, KS; sister, Burneice Lindsay of Glendale, CA; seven grandchildren and six great grandchildren. Funeral services were held Tuesday, December 17, at 10:00 a.m. at the Bates-Gould Funeral Home in Alliance with the Rev. Richard Carter officiating. Burial was in Alliance Cemetery.
By Bonnie - After Abe's death in l991, Conda remained in their cozy home at 812 Big Horn Avenue in Alliance. Her son & wife, Bob & Joanie, and their 3 married daughters live nearby, and are a constant source of comfort and joy to her. She took trips to visit her 2 daughters & their families (Leta in KC, MO and Bonnie in New England). Since l995, the family has had yearly reunions in the Alliance, Black Hills or Chadron area. Although her eyesight is very poor due to Glaucoma, she continues to walk daily by using a white cane. Her hobbies include crocheting Afghans, listening to talking books, and following the High School sports of her great grandchildren on the radio. She is a remarkable lady of 93 and a treasure to her family.
Conda Edith obituary
An amazing, dearly beloved lady, Conda Edith (Hoobler) Duryea has passed from this life at the age of 98 on September 30, 2006 at Good Samaritan Health Care Center. She was born June 24, 1908 in Moulton, Loup County, Nebraska to Frank and Lona (Vinnedge) Hoobler. For three years, after high school, she taught in a one-room schoolhouse in Taylor, Nebraska. She married Abe A. Duryea on Christmas Day, 1929 in Taylor, Nebraska. She was a devoted, loving Mother to two daughters and one son. After attending Chadron State Teacher’s College, she taught school for twelve years.
The family moved to Alliance in 1946, and was in the Real Estate and Insurance business for 31 years, and later operated Abe’s Sharp-All Shop for 13 years, retiring in 1990. After Abe’s death in 1991, Conda remained in the family home until 2003 when she moved into Sandhills Samaritan Assisted Living. In her later years her eyesight failed, but her dear smile, warm, loving personality, and constant love for her large devoted family never faltered.
Preceding her in death were her parents, three brothers, and her husband. She is survived by her son and his wife, Bob and Joanie Duryea of Alliance, daughters Bonnie and husband Dale Jones of Sierra Vista, AZ, and Leta Whiteman of Everest, KS, her sister Phyllis Billiard of Kalispell, MT, 7 grandchildren, 9 great-grandchildren and 2 great-great grandchildren. Numerous nieces and nephews and a host of dear friends also survive her.
At her request, cremation has taken place and a memorial service will be Friday, October 6 at 11:00 a.m. at the United Methodist Church with Reverend Doug Griger and Norma Jensen officiating. A private family burial will take place in the Alliance Cemetery. The family suggests memorials be given to the United Methodist Church, 704 Box Butte or to Prairie Haven Hospice, 2409 Box Butte Avenue, Alliance.
I admit that is only part time. Like most of us, I too, have another life which, due to circumstances, must be spent NOT en femme
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Two of Lettice’s Embassy Club coterie of bright young things are getting married: Dickie Channon, eldest surviving son of the Marquess of Taunton, and Margot de Virre, only daughter of Lord Charles and Lady Lucie de Virre. Lettice is hosting an exclusive buffet supper party in their honour this evening, which is turning out to be one of the events of the 1921 London Season. Over the last few days, Lettice’s flat has been in upheaval as Edith, Lettice’s maid, and Lettice’s charwoman* Mrs. Boothby have been cleaning the flat thoroughly in preparation for the occasion. Earlier today with the help of a few hired men they moved some of the furnishings in Lettice’s drawing room into the spare bedroom to make space for a hired dance band and for the guests to dance and mingle. Edith’s preserve of the kitchen has been overrun by delivery men, florists and caterers. Throughout all of this upheaval, Lettice has fled to Margot’s parents’ house in Hans Crescent in nearby Belgravia, only returning just as a red and white striped marquee is erected by Gunter and Company** over the entrance and the pavement outside.
Now we find ourselves in Lettice’s dressing room where she and Margot sit at Lettice’s Regency dressing table making last minute adjustments and choices to their eveningwear. The surface of the dressing table is littered with jewellery and perfume bottles as the two excited girls chat, whilst Margot’s fiancée, Dickie, whips up the latest cocktails for them at the makeshift bar on Lettice’s dining table down the hall in the flat’s dining room.
“Oh Lettice, I’m so nervous!” Margot confides, clasping her friend’s hands.
“Good heavens why, darling?” Lettice looks across at her friend in concern as she feels the tremble in her dainty fingers wrapped around her own. She notices her pale face. “You aren’t having second thoughts, are you?”
“About the party?”
“About Dickie!”
“Goodness no, darling!” Margot clutches her bare throat with her hand, the diamonds in her engagement ring winking brightly. “About him I have never been so sure. He’s always been the one for me, darling. You of all people should know that!”
“Then what, Margot darling?”
“Well, this party!”
“What on earth do you mean? Its going to be a thrilling bash.” Lettice soothes. “I’ve hired this divine little jazz quartet to play dance music for us. All our friends are on the guest list, and they are all coming. It will be just like being at the Embassy Club, only it will be here instead.” She waves her arms generously around her. “What’s to be nervous about?”
“Oh, it just all seems so formal.”
“Formal?”
“Yes,” Margot goes on. “So grown up. I mean it’s one thing to see your names printed together in the papers, yet it’s quite another to have a party thrown in honour of your engagement as you step out into society as an engaged couple. I’m not used to being the centre of attention.”
“Well, you’ll have to get used to it, at least for a little while.” Lettice smiles as she hangs a necklace of sparkling diamonds from her jewellery casket about her neck, allowing them to cascade down the front of her powder blue silk georgette gown designed and made for her by Gerald. She sighs with satisfaction at the effect before addressing Margot again. “Think of this as a rehearsal for your wedding day.”
Margot gulps.
“Only tonight,” Lettice continues wagging a finger in the air. “You can drink as much as you like.”
The pair are interrupted by a loud knocking on the door before it suddenly opens, and Dickie pokes his head around it. The sound of the jazz band tuning up in Lettice’s drawing room pours into the room.
“Get out!” Lettice cries, jumping up from her seat and flapping her hands at Dickie. “You aren’t supposed to see the bride yet! It’s bad luck!”
“That’s on the wedding day you silly goose!” Dickie laughs.
“Don’t bother us now, Dickie,” Lettice continues, leaning against the doorframe and then glancing at Margot’s anxious face reflected in the looking glass of her dressing table. “We’re fixing something.”
“Oh, secret women’s business, is it?” he whispers conspiratorially with a cheeky smile.
“Something like that,” Lettice says breezily. “Margot just has a case of centre stage jitters.”
Dickie face clouds over. He frowns in concern and presses on the door.
“She’ll be fine.” Lettice assures him, pressing hard against the pressure she can feel from his side of the door. “I just need a few more minutes with her. Alright darling?”
“Well,” Dickie says a little doubtfully. “Only if you’re sure. But don’t be too long.” He glances at Lettice’s pretty green onyx Art Deco clock on her dressing table. “The guests will be arriving shortly.”
“We won’t be, Dickie.” she assures him as she presses a little more forcefully on the door.
“Well,” he remarks brightly in an effort to settle his fiancée’s nerves. “I’d only come down here to see if you two ladies fancied a special Dickie Channon pre-cocktail party cocktail?”
“Oh yes!” Lettice enthuses. “That sounds divine, darling! I’ll have a Dubonnet and gin. What will you have Margot, darling?”
“I’ll have a Bee’s Knees, thank you Dickie.” she replies with a less than enthusiastic lilt to her quiet voice.
The furrows on Dickie’s brow deepen as he glances between Margot and Lettice. Lettice raises a finger to silence the concerns he is about to express about Margot, and then she points back down the hallway to the dining room. Dickie’s mouth screws up in concern, and he shakes his head slightly as he withdraws.
“See you in a few minutes,” Lettice assures his retreating figure.
“He’s cross, isn’t he?” Margot asks as Lettice closes the door again.
“No, he’s just concerned is all,” she replies as she resumes her seat. “As am I.”
Margot’s stance of slumped shoulders displays her deflated feeling as much as the look in her dark eyes as she glances up at her friend.
“Look. How do you ever expect to be the Marchioness of Taunton one day, standing at the end of a long presentation line for a ball that you are hosting, if you can’t greet a few guests now?”
“I never wanted to be the future Marchioness of Taunton, just Mrs. Dickie Channon.”
“Well,” Lettice places a consoling hand on the bare shoulder of her friend. “The two come hand-in-hand, Margot darling, so you have to accept it, come what may.”
Lettice suddenly thinks of something and starts fossicking around in the drawers of her dressing table. She pulls open the right-hand drawer and pulls out some lemon yellow kid gloves and a pretty white bead necklace which sparkles in the light as she lays it on the dressing table top.
“What on earth are you doing, darling?” Margot asks Lettice.
Dropping a bright blue bead necklace on the surface of the dressing table next, Lettice makes a disgruntled noise and then reaches for the brass drawer pull of the left-hand drawer.
“I’m going to share something with you Margot. Something very special. I wasn’t going to, because it’s mine, and no-one else we know has it. However, it may give you the confidence you need for tonight to have something beautiful that nobody else does.”
She drags open the left hand drawer. Its runners protest loudly with a squeaking groan. Beads and chains spew forth as she does, spilling over the edge of the drawer.
“Ahh! Here it is!” Lettice cries triumphantly.
She withdraws a small eau-de-nil box with black writing on it. Opening it she takes out a stylish bevelled green glass Art Deco bottle which she places on the surface of her dressing table amidst pieces of her jewellery.
“What is it?” Margot looks on intrigued, a bemused smile playing upon her lips.
“I picked this up when I was last in Paris. I visited a little maison de couture on the rue Cambon. It was owned and run by a remarkable woman named Coco Chanel. She used to own a small boutique in Deauville and her clothes are remarkably simple and stylish. It’s simply called Chanel Number 5.***”
Margot picks up the scent bottle in both her elegant hands with undisguised reverence.
“Like her clothes, and even the perfume’s name, it is simple, yet unique. I’ve never smelt anything quite like it.”
“Oh its divine!” Margot enthuses as she removes the stopper and inhales deeply. ‘Like champagne and jasmine!”
“She wasn’t going to sell it to me as she only had the bottle on the counter for her own use, but I begged her after smelling it. No-one else at the party will be wearing this, so why don’t you Margot?”
“Really Lettice?”
“Yes,” Lettice smiles. “I’ll wear something else. It will be your scent of confidence for this evening.”
“Oh thank you darling.” Margot replies humbly. “This scent makes me feel better already.”
“Good!” Lettice sighs happily. “Then dab it on and let’s go. The first guests will be here soon, and it will be bad form not to be ready to greet them.”
“You’re right Lettice!” Margot agrees, sounding cheerier and more confident.
“Besides, Dickie will have made those cocktails for us now.”
Margot dabs her neck and wrists with scent from the Chanel Number 5. bottle with the round glass stopper whilst Lettice applies some Habanita****. The two gaze at themselves in Lettice’s looking glass, giving themselves a final check. Lettice with her blonde finger waved chignon and pale blue gown looks the opposite to Margot with her dark waves and silver gown, yet both look beautiful. Suitably satisfied with their appearances, they step away from the dressing table, walk out of Lettice’s dressing room and walk down the hallway to join Dickie who offers them both their cocktail of choice.
*A charwoman, chargirl, or char, jokingly charlady, is an old-fashioned occupational term, referring to a paid part-time worker who comes into a house or other building to clean it for a few hours of a day or week, as opposed to a maid, who usually lives as part of the household within the structure of domestic service. In the 1920s, chars usually did all the hard graft work that paid live-in domestics would no longer do as they looked for excuses to leave domestic service for better paying work in offices and factories.
**Gunter and Company were London caterers and ball furnishers with shops in Berkley Square, Sloane Street, Lowndes Street and New Bond Street. They began as Gunter’s Tea Shop at 7 and 8 Berley Square 1757 where it remained until 1956 as the business grew and opened different premises. In the nineteenth and twentieth centuries Gunter's became a fashionable light eatery in Mayfair, notable for its ices and sorbets. Gunter's was considered to be the wedding cake makers du jour and in 1889, made the bride cake for the marriage of Queen Victoria’s granddaughter, Princess Louise of Wales. Even after the tea shop finally closed, the catering business carried on until the mid 1970s.
***Chanel Number 5. was launched in 1921. Coco Chanel wanted to launch a scent for the new, modern woman she embodied. She loved the scent of soap and freshly-scrubbed skin; Chanel’s mother was a laundrywoman and market stall-holder, though when she died, the young Gabrielle was sent to live with Cistercian nuns at Aubazine. When it came to creating her signature scent, though, freshness was all-important. While holidaying with her lover, Grand Duke Dimitri Pavlovich, she heard tell of a Grasse-based perfumer called Ernest Beaux, who’d been the perfumer darling of the Russian royal family. Over several months, he produced a series of 10 samples to show to ‘Mademoiselle’. They were numbered one to five, and 20 to 24. She picked No. 5
****Molinard Habanita was launched in 1921. Molinard say that Habanita was the first women’s fragrance to strongly feature vetiver as an ingredient – something hitherto reserved for men, commenting that ‘Habanita’s innovative style was eagerly embraced by the garçonnes – France’s flappers – and soon became Molinard’s runaway success and an icon in the history of French perfume.’ Originaly conceived as a scent for cigarettes – inserted via glass rods or to sprinkle from a sachet – women had begun sprinkling themselves with it instead, and Molinard eventually released it as a personal fragrance.
This rather beautiful, if slightly messy boudoir scene may be a little different to what you might think, for it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures from my collection. Some pieces in this scene come from my own childhood, whilst other items in this tableau I acquired as a teenager and as an adult through specialist doll shops, online dealers and artists who specialise in making 1:12 miniatures.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
Central to this story is the bottle of Chanel Number 5. which stands on the dressing table. It is made of very thinly cut green glass. It, and its accompanying box peeping out of the drawer were made by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire.
Lettice’s Regency dressing table was given to me as part of a Christmas present when I was around ten years old. Made of walnut, it features a real bevelled mirror, a central well for makeup, two working drawers and a faux marble column down each side below the drawers.
The same Christmas I was given the Regency dressing table, I was also given a three piece gilt pewter dressing table set consisting of comb, hairbrush and hand mirror, the latter featuring a real piece of mirror set into it. Like the dressing table, these small pieces have survived the tests of time and survived without being lost, even though they are tiny.
Even smaller than the gilt dressing table set pieces are the tiny pieces of jewellery on the left-hand side of the dressing table. Amongst the smallest pieces I have in my collection, the gold bangle, pearl and gold brooch and gold and amethyst brooch, along with the ‘diamond’ necklace behind the Chanel perfume bottle, the purple bead necklace hanging from the left-hand drawer and the blue bead necklace to the right of the dressing table’s well, I acquired as part of an artisan jewellery box from a specialist doll house supplier when I was a teenager. Amazingly, they too have not become lost over the passing years since I bought them.
Lettice’s Art Deco beaded jewellery casket on the left-hand side of the picture is a handmade artisan piece. All the peary pale blue beads are individually attached and the casket has a black velvet lining. It was made by Pat’s World of Miniatures in the United Kingdom.
To the right of Lettice’s jewellery casket is an ornamental green jar filled with hatpins. The jar is made from a single large glass Art Deco bead, whilst each hatpin is made from either a nickel or brass plate pin with beads for ornamental heads. They were made by Karen Lady Bug Miniatures in the United Kingdom.
There is a selection of sparkling perfume bottles on Lettice’s dressing table and in its well which are handmade by an English artisan for the Little Green Workshop. Made of cut coloured crystals set in a gilt metal frames or using vintage cut glass beads they look so elegant and terribly luxurious.
The container of Snowfire Cold Cream standing next to the Chanel perfume bottle was supplied by Shepherd’s Miniatures in the United Kingdom. Exactly like its life size counterpart, it features a very Art Deco design on its lid with geometric patterns in traditionally popular colours of the 1920s with the silhouette of a woman at the top. It is only nine millimetres in diameter and three millimetres in depth. Snowfire was a brand created by F.W. Hampshire and Company, who had a works in Sinfin Lane in Derby. The firm manufactured Snowfire ointment, Zubes (cough sweets) ice cream powder, wafers and cornets; Jubes (fruit sweets covered in sugar). Later it made ointment (for burns) and sweetening tablets. The company was eventually merged with Reckitt Toiletry Products in the 1960s.
Lettice’s little green Art Deco boudoir clock is a 1:12 artisan miniature made by Hall’s Miniature Clocks, supplied through Doreen Jeffries Small Wonders Miniatures in England. Made of resin with a green onyx marble effect, it has been gilded by hand and contains a beautifully detailed face beneath a miniature glass cover.
Also from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders Miniatures in the United Kingdom are the pale yellow gloves sticking out of the right-hand drawer. Artisan pieces, they are made of kid leather with a fine white braid trim and are so light and soft.
The 1920s beaded headdress standing on the wooden hatstand was made by Mrs. Denton of Muffin Lodge in the United Kingdom. You might just notice that it has a single feather aigrette sticking out of it on the right-hand side, held in place by a faceted sequin.
The painting you can see hanging in the wall is an artisan miniature of an Elizabethan woman in a gilt frame, made my Marie Makes Miniatures.
The geometric Art Deco wallpaper is beautiful hand impressed paper given to me by a friend, which inspired the whole “Cavendish Mews – Lettice Chetwynd” series.
This is a true an image of the real Krystal as I've ever captured. The light is natural coming in through an old courthouse window. The rest is pure. I'd appreciate it if you pressed L for this for Lightbox.
Doing a new shoot with her tomorrow. Looking forward to what she comes up with as to outfits and moods.
She's doing the shoot in spite of demands on her time as a full course load student, working part time, wife, mother, taking care of newborn puppies and designing her own line of crystal jewelry that you can see here:
www.etsy.com/shop/beaubijouxart
Model: Krystal Smith
I am wondering if 2015 could possibly be the year that I take Helene to a new level. So far since I began cross-dressing fifteen years ago, then age 41 with much smoother skin, I have transformed into my female alter-ego mainly in privacy and usually alone. I have rarely net another transvestite. I did venture out in public very briefly in 2002 but soon lost my nerve and since then have felt queasy at the prospect of going out in public while dressed as a woman.
I'm aware I have been fortunate enough to be complimented on my appearance when attempt the art of female illusion. My problem is I cannot quite see myself as others do, I feel a complete failure in my efforts but I’m not gloomy or down, far from it. I feel elation and joy and love to be dressed as a woman. I just feel I don’t actually look remotely feminine in any way. I wish I did.
However, I feel my fears on venturing out starting to recede somewhat more because I so enjoy the rare occasions I become Helene that part of myself is desiring to actually spend time actually being her out in the world. There is an enthusiasm starting to build within me.
The adorable and supportive Pamela Lennon has encouraged me for several years now and I am grateful to her. Another T-Girl, Claire Doolan, has also been encouraging me and I am grateful to her as well. The warm hearted Amanda McG has been truly wonderful and has really boosted my confidence considerably recently.
I now find myself musing on what I will wear and how I will style my wig for the day I venture out….there, I’ve said it…venture out…
Yes, I am now musing over the prospect and I’m not quite as fearful as I was. My problem is I genuinely want to be perceived as female not male. I do not want to be a man dressed up i want to be a woman completely when I venture out. Obviously, this is down to me getting the look right, getting my behaviour and mannerisms right and coming across convincingly as female. I want this so much I feel momentum to g through with it pushing me within.
I often hear remarks such as don’t worry about passing, just be who you are. Well who I am is a man that seeks to pass, that’s what I dream of. I don’t ant anything else. I want to go out and portray myself as a woman wholeheartedly for the period I am dressed and acting as one. It’s my goal. I‘m not keen on just settling for a lesser experience I have been heading for this one for all of my adult life.
This is a picture taken on the camera self timer last June. It was evening and I was trying my utmost to create a real world female appearance. To be honest I felt rather nice and excited in this outfit. I was aiming for a feminine nicely dressed woman look with (hopefully) nice enhancing make-up and a shorter contemporary hair style. I am not very tall as a person and my face is quite bland with a weak chin (all good for me as a transvestite). I feel a shorter hair style back combed helps create a slightly more elegant shape to my whole body shape. More importantly, I find when I wear a shorter wig style I feel more feminine, it feels more real to me than the favoured transvestite choices of long hair styles. Some aces suit longer hair but I find a shorter wig opens up my face ore and is a bit more feminine as a result.
I usually study real women that look stylish and feminine and I noticed the key is choosing a hair style that works with ones facial shape not necessarily a hair style one wants to wear because as transvestites it fits more our perceived ideal of how a woman should look.
I believe fervently that discovering what works and looks female is the key to succeeding in creating a convincing female appearance. We usually pursue a goal of that which we like, which is fair enough, one should be free to enjoy what they like, but often that does not mean it is going to work out for the best. My mantra for several years is ‘be the woman you can be, not the woman you want to be’.
If you are keen to become a convincing looking woman then being willing to have an open approach is the best way to proceed in my personal view. It’s all bot getting the mix right and finding the right combinations of styles and make-up application. So often transvestites just put on things in a hotchpotch manner and don’t apply their make-up with any kind of direction to making the most of feminising one’s face. Cross-dressing is fun but you if you seek to pass then some discipline and direction needs to be adhered to of one wishes to look realistically like a woman. It is an art form and becoming skilled in the art of illusion is a skill worth mastering.
I would suggest one does not become too drab and dowdy, nice clothes are out thee for women of all ages, why blend in so much one is invisible. I know my vanity likes the feeling of being admired as a woman. I like the idea of being seen as feminine and (hopefully) attractive and if at all possibly, stylishly dressed. I would enjoy admiring glances for these reasons. It is what I call the right kind of attention. I know many women certainly enjoy admiring attention. As Helene I too would like that.
I suppose Helene frees up suppressed flamboyant aspects of my persona. The dressing up, the make-up, the hair, the click of the heels, the swish f hem on a dress…yes, I want to catch peoples eye but I know it is all just down to my vanity. I do feel more emboldened as a woman so I wonder just how I will become once I have ventured out on a few occasions? Will the dam break? Will I thrive on being Helene the woman out an about? I cannot help feeling I will probably get completely at home with the persona, something within me feels sure of this though I cannot say why.
I’ve reached the point now in my life where women I see and admire and who are quietly confident and draw the admiring glances of both men and women have inspired me to the cusp of I too want to become one of them (albeit part time). I want to be waking along in a tailored skirt suit, legs on display clad in nude coloured tights, feet swathed in stylish high heel court shoes, a perfectly ironed tailored blouse and precisely applied make-up and a beautifully styled wig with my nails painted and a fragrant air of perfume. Yes indeed, I really would like to be such a woman.
Will I finally become such a woman?
This year? Maybe…
Français
... de temps en temps il est aussi paisible qu'un ange ...
English
... time to time, he is as peaceful as an angel ...
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I have been a part.time volunteer guide in the restored lighthouse keeper's dwelling, near Southampton Ontario, for a dozen years...... Yesterday I was able to go with the group climbing to the top of the lighthouse...over 100 steps...and I saw this young egret, still on the nest (most of the young egrets have departed..).
Using the HDR feature of my Snapseed app on my IPad, I was able to get this detail of the still fluffy feathers.
I met Rebecca in a local homeware/gift shop. We got chatting and Rebecca told me she had been working in corporate sales for the last twenty years before deciding to give it up for a less stressful life. She now loves her part time job in the shop where her friendly, bubbly personality shines. I asked Rebecca if she would take part in the stranger project and I'm pleased to say she was happy to.
I took a couple of shots where Rebecca was smiling and without her glasses, but we both preferred the 'Miss Moneypenny' look.
This picture is #75 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
This french maid dress from Unikaren Designs which Karen delivers quality work rarely found except for the most expensive gowns from high end stores. Her talent of a designer and skill of a seamstress is I place her among the greats like Helen Rose. Karen is one of those few ladies that likes to wear beautiful dresses, her husband has to be one of the luckiest guys ever.
She has a huge fan following among CDs, which began in the early days of the internet where she posted photos of her modeling gowns of her design. Of course Karen began receiving many requests from CDs that want to get dresses like she wears so it became a part time business for her. I was fortunate enough to get this dress considering high customer demand as she is not a large fashion company with resources of several staff. Much of her popular sales are of very short sissy dresses, I like mine a little longer. This gown a variation of the classic french maid but it has a nice design and feel to it. I wear the boots because I enjoy wearing them when not in long bouffant gown. Of course long gloves because that is what women of the 1950's wore.
Video at www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMiI5cAEjoA
As one would expect an unattended glass panelled station footbridge provides an unmissable target for the local pond life.
The part time station manager has tried to make the glass safe by applying a considerable amount of self adhesive yellow and black tape.
A class 172 rolls to a halt at the opposite platform with 2S19 the 08.44 Kidderminster to Stratford-upon-Avon service.
Copyright Geoff Dowling: All rights reserved
The Unexpected (Part 1)
Nikon D80 + AF Nikkor 85mm ƒ1.4D
Kuala Terengganu, Terengganu, Malaysia.
Currently listening: Skid Row - ♫♪♫ Monkey Business (Live) ♫♪♫
The warm days and cool nights of Autumn make for some great early morning fog. The secret for us part time photogs is capturing it when the opportunity arises - "Carpe lux". This is the view from the parking lot of a local park. I saw the thick fog out of the corner of my eye from the road on the way past, made a quick u-turn and went back to the park for a few quick exposures. This was my favorite.
The village of New Alexandria Police Department's 1995 IN SERVICE Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor. While the village's population of 2010 was ~ 272 people, the department consists of the Chief and one other part time officer. Specifically, the 1995 Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor was worked for the Ohio State Highway Patrol and was retired in 1997 with 68k miles. Since 1997 when the village bought it, the department has racked up 136k miles.
2500 iso
Handheld Zombie Cam
I've taken up zombie hunting as a hobby recently.
I caught this one hiding in the attic of my neighbors house and quickly dispatched of it.
They were very grateful.
-Journal entry 21909
Happy Friday.
Multi-talented part time model; also a violinista, dancer, black belt in Taekwondo, occasional boxer, ancient Greek scholar and frequent mermaid.
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This picture is #91 in the 100 Strangers Project - Round 2
Meet Ameena.
Sometimes, despite all the effort you've put and all the strangers you have photographed, you just cant seem to get it right. You find a superb subject - you know what you need to do - but despite that with each click you feel you aren't just capturing the person in front of you. My encounter with Ameena felt like one such day. Of course she was a wonderful person - very friendly and very sporting besides looking great. I saw her having a quiet meal at McDonalds by Walmart and one look at the eyes and I knew I had to ask. My son usually plays his part whenever I have doubts and it was no different in this case. Ameena agreed to my request as she finished her lunch - but said she had to report to work soon so we had a short time. We stepped out and did a few pictures using the open shade after getting to know a little more about her.
Ameena is from Bangladesh and works part-time at Walmart - while pursuing her education in engineering at a local college. Her favorite quality about herself - her friendly nature and openness to know more about people. She doesn't like to dwell on her past she said when I asked her about her favorite memory and prefers to look forward. So what does she see her future as? She replied with a strong confident look .. I see myself as a successful independent woman .. I want to prove myself and make my parents proud. The determination in her eyes was very visible especially coming from a background possibly where woman are expected to marry and raise families. I can only hope she meets her goals.
I am not sure if it was the light or my inability to put her at ease but my pictures didn't seem to do her justice - I contemplated if I should add Ameena to the project since her personality was far more vibrant than I captured. But on rethinking her personality was more than just her picture - and for me ... I still continued my learning journey even with the clicks that didnt work.
Thanks a lot Ameena for your time and trust - I enjoyed talking to you . Wish you all the very best for future in achieving your dreams
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
For my other pictures on this project: 100 Strangers - Round 2.
For pictures from my prior attempt at 100 Strangers: 100 Strangers - Round 1.
Television Personalities
Postcard Box Set :
Kevin Cummins
PUNK : The Blank Generation
Polite Company
2018
Kevin Cummins' career as a photographer began just as Punk emerged in Manchester. He'd been inspired by influential bands like Iggy and the Stooges along with a nucleus of people who nearly all went on to form bands - and he was perfectly placed to document what was to become one of the most significant movements in music and cultural history.
Contains 31 litho printed postcards including Iggy Pop, The Ramones, The Slits, The Adverts, The Clash, Buzzcocks, Magazine, Sex Pistols, X-Ray Spex, Warsaw, Jayne County, The Fall, The Damned, The Adverts, The Boomtown Rats, The Drones, Howard Devoto & Linder Sterling, Siouxsie Sioux, Sham 69, Penetration, Patti Smith, Marc Bolan, Magazine, John Cooper Clarke, Blondie, Television, The Negatives, Slaughter & The Dogs, Sex Pistols, The Pretenders, The Jam .
CD Box Set :
Chefs D'Oeuvre De La Musique Classique
Deutsche Grammophon
2006
Destroy Hearing Protection
GMA
Front of house
Tomorrow I'll help my daughter move into her new house in Smithsburg Maryland, near Pennsylvania border. I will be living there part time too, and part time in California. This place is very rural, surrounded by Mennonite farms. The house was built in 1894. It will take some days to have computer hook up. I'll get to the library for email when I can.
The first handful of very early Optare Spectra`s had a slightly different body design with a more flattened front when compared to the rest. This is former Reading 703 a lucky survivor from the initial Reading batch now in Cyprus with "love buses". It received accident damage from a close encounter with a bridge on Loddon Bridge Road, Reading in July 2005 after which it was sold to Ensign. They used it for a short time with citysightseeing but it was destined for export. Hard to imagine the first spectra's are now well over 23 years old.....This is quite a tricky bus to photograph, the schedule is lets say fluid, and sometimes a minibus appears ! Salt Lake, Larnaca May 2015
Military civil war statue monument seen at Gettysburg National Military Park (U.S. National Park Service).
Union Army General Alexander Hayes lead his troops defending the Union line at Cemetery Ridge during the Battle of Gettysburg. - www.part-time-commander.com/general-alexander-hays-top-10...
More info: www.thoughtco.com/alexander-hayes-2360386
I finish one year with a transition into my first big project of the next: I was setting up this spice chest in order to start staging a series of still lifes that will be shown at a gallery in March. My camera-loving Coon jumped right in and posed gracefully on top, all ready for another turn in the spotlight. I had no choice but to oblige!
Just natural light from windows camera left - I hadn't even had a chance to set up lights yet!
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