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Perhaps this sign does not denote what first came to my mind. It's for the "opening"
of new graves. Somehow, I think it could have been worded more precisely.
Perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime sequence of a pair of Red-necked Grebes engaged in a mating dance. They raised themselves out of the water and started calling while making synchronous movements.
On my maternal side. A rather faded photograph possibly taken around 1914. On her left is my materal grandfather Edwin James Godfrey, the tailor, who I barely remember aside from his gentleness .
On Annie's right is her eldest son, Frederick Joseph Godfrey.
Joseph Godfrey was her first husband. After he died she married a Mr Eyett and of the three girls on the back row the one in the middle is a daughter from that union by the name of Lilly. On Lilly's right is one Edith Hepple and on her left is her sister Emily Jane Godfrey whose fruit cake recipe my mother and the present Mrs B swear by.
Auntie Lilly, Auntie Em and Auntie Edie's precise place in the family tree escapes me just at the moment.
No matter as in the meantime I have the post card album of Francis (Frank) Godfrey, another son, not pictured, to hand. Possibly when this picture was taken Francis was either still overseas or already dead. Somewhere (hah!) is a picture of his headstone at Meerut India.
I wonder why my Grandfather Edwin is holding a newspaper. Perhaps the date is later and war has just been declared or something.` or perhaps it's just the greyhound results.
Perhaps as sophisticated as R2-D2, this scans and weighs the dimensions of all the packages on the conveyor belt...
of how dull and drab your life is occurs when it seems interesting to take a picture of stuff actually doing nothing on your desk. Photo by Frank.
Perhaps Chedworth is best known for it's Roman villa hidden at the end of a wooded valley a short distance from the village. Chedworth is a linear settlement which follows a steep sided valley for several miles, the small cottages that make up the majority of the buildings are masked amongst the trees and lost from sight by the rise and fall of the land. Perhaps the centre of the village is it's beginning, the group of houses that cluster below the church, which is cut into the steep valley side above. All is quiet and calm, paddocks with sheep, chickens, a pair of donkeys and even llamas line the road. The church is an early foundation, parts of the present structure dating to the late Norman period, most notably the tower. However it is the beauty of the setting, looking out over the valley below and the dramatic wall of Perpendicular windows that make up the south facade that add such beauty to this remote church. The south wall is also remarkable for a series of inscriptions from the late 15th century which include dates written in Arabic numerals. This early use of a system of notation which would revolutionize mathematical calculation is perhaps the product of the international connections of local wool merchants. Chedworth was once a busier place, the remains of a disused railway run through the village and indeed through a substantial tunnel nearby and a Wartime air field can be seen in the fields beyond.
Perhaps the best-known photo spot on the line: TPF RABDe4/4 182 as Fribourg-Neuchâtel regional train in front of Courtepin church. December 8, 2013. Thanks to the friendly owners of the Elite gas station who let take this photo from their 1st floor entrance.
I had no idea what species but Chris Raper (NHM and top Dipterist) suggested the ID on the Facebook UK Diptera page. The larvae of this family of flies are parasitoids of woodlice.
Adult eagle takes a branch to nest. Since nest is intact, perhaps it's to show the chicks how their house is built.
Perhaps, the most beautiful sight that I saw on our recent trip to some of the National parks in Utah and Arizona. I had to climb up a giant mass of rock to get this photo. When I got up there, I was overwhelmed by the view! Just magnificent!
Perhaps what the M249 SAW/FN Minimi would have looked like if developed during WWII. Or perhaps not.
Perhaps he still dreams of his long-lost mother saying "snug as a bug in rug" to him. (Apologies to my International friends for whom that phrase probably makes no sense!)
Perhaps you will be interested in my book on the world of trotting races
www.bod.fr/livre/alain-bachellier/autour-du-trot/97823221...
Thanks !
Perhaps the architect was inspired by the New York island in the Beaux Arts design of this soon-to-be-rehabilitated apartment building in Detroit's Cass Corridor area.
Perhaps the last ride before its restoration in winter 2011/2012. This car had an accident in its earlier life (right front) and wasn't repaired by a professional... And it is a car that looks on pictures much better than in reality... except the interior - this is like new since the car hasn't reached the 30.000 km.
DO NOT ALLOW YOUR DOG TO FOUL THE GRASSED AREAS
PLEASE USE THE DOG BIN PROVIDED
hence either the person who allowed their dog to defecate EVERYWHERE around that sign is illiterate or has a strange sense of humour
Later on we found this hat, maybe they are related?
This pretty bird sports red plumage, perhaps in honour of Remembrance Day. I think it's a Pine Grosbeak, but am not completely sure.
Perhaps Chedworth is best known for it's Roman villa hidden at the end of a wooded valley a short distance from the village. Chedworth is a linear settlement which follows a steep sided valley for several miles, the small cottages that make up the majority of the buildings are masked amongst the trees and lost from sight by the rise and fall of the land. Perhaps the centre of the village is it's beginning, the group of houses that cluster below the church, which is cut into the steep valley side above. All is quiet and calm, paddocks with sheep, chickens, a pair of donkeys and even llamas line the road. The church is an early foundation, parts of the present structure dating to the late Norman period, most notably the tower. However it is the beauty of the setting, looking out over the valley below and the dramatic wall of Perpendicular windows that make up the south facade that add such beauty to this remote church. The south wall is also remarkable for a series of inscriptions from the late 15th century which include dates written in Arabic numerals. This early use of a system of notation which would revolutionize mathematical calculation is perhaps the product of the international connections of local wool merchants. Chedworth was once a busier place, the remains of a disused railway run through the village and indeed through a substantial tunnel nearby and a Wartime air field can be seen in the fields beyond.
Perhaps the destination, if not the destiny, for future work from members of The Icebox group on Flickr...
I don't really know about anything anymore. I don't know about talent or composition or organization or structure or myself. I don't know if I'm a good person. I don't know what I deserve, either
But I know that I'm finally feeling creative again which is a step in the right direction
The first picture is just Jake
The second is Jake and Evan in an empty movie theater before we saw Perks of Being a Wallflower, which I loved.
Can't for the life of me stop listening to Come on Eileen.
The mysterious English Graffitist, Banksy has got everyone copying his Stencil Style. I think that the man on the left is Velasquez.
Perhaps an appropriate bleak surrealism on the fringes of our national capital, Canberra. January 2008