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Armée de l'air Dassault Rafale C 116/30-IU from EC 03.030 on short finals to land at RAF Lakenheath during the 2018 Exercise 'Point Blank'
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A dream
with no joy or comfort or love,
with no excitement, fear and relief,
with no challenges, defeats and victories,
is pointless.
A dream without hope has forgotten to dream.
A dream without escape has no point.
Sign close to the old Eastham Ferry Landing. There might be a long wait.
Since the Middle Ages, a ferry service operated across the River Mersey between Eastham and Liverpool, the early ferries being run by monks from the Abbey of St. Werburgh. By the late 1700s, up to 40 coaches each day arrived at a newly built pier, carrying passengers and goods for the ferry. Paddle steamers were introduced in 1816 to replace the sailing boats, but the demand for a service declined in the 1840s with the opening of a railway link between Chester and Birkenhead Woodside Ferry.
20901 is seen running on the down through road at Bristol Temple Meads at stupid o clock this morning.She arrived at Kingsland Road on Monday tea time but her first run later the same evening was cancelled. This meant that my visit from Teignmouth was going to be a bit of a gamble. Luckily her working was activated but it entered RTT as 3Q81 2220 Kingsland Road to BTM platform 15 with no other details. She was towing a new gadget which i believe is a specialised piece of kit for checking the condition of pointwork. Anyway she spent the whole night running backwards and forwards between Stapleton Road and Parson Street each time taking a different route through the station. Thank Odin for Open Track.
The other problem to contend with was that Temple Meads seems to be used as a large storage depot overnight nowadays with an IET or Castle Set on most platforms making photography very challenging. Combine that with the loco not stopping and the hideous scaffolding over the main arch with grim horrible white lighting and you can understand the scale of the challenge.
Despite the hundreds of shiny new screws in unopened packages, I’ve still got my ‘special’ jar, overflowing with rust and illogical retention.
[Macro Mondays] – Theme [Junk]
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This was part of an installation from the Material Connections Writers Theater Studio Gang at the Cultural Center in Chicago from about this time last year.
I have thousands of photos I'd like to post to Flickr but I am having a much harder time keeping up with comments these days considering work and family visiting soon so I haven't been posting as much. Art cannot exist in a vacuum or it is pointless.
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“We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.”
- Santosh Kalwar
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=hejHkPaoPWw
SHAPE OF MY HEART by STING
WHAT IS THE SHAPE OF MY HEART WITHOUT HIM
Addiction is a funny thing; it takes you by surprise
You think that you're just having fun;
not aware you're telling lies
He gambled away all that he had,
didn't realise until it was gone
now he shuffles through the darkness;
eyes cast down to hide his shame
He doesn't even see me closely following
he is hollowed out from deep within
we move in very different circles now;
we live through varied; indifferent times
His steps are small and slow; unhurried;
he has no place to go.
my steps are faster; quickly hurrying
I wonder if he even knows
and if he feels me as I pass him by
he shows no trace of recognition;
doesn't question why
He gambled everything we had
he gambled away his life
the stakes were high;
but when the chips were down
he gambled away our love
I spent so long in trying to save him
because he wouldn't save himself
reasoning became so pointless; futile;
he wouldn't fight to spare my health
he sold my art to feed his habit
sold my diamond engagement ring
with sapphires like my bright blue eyes
now clouded when I sing
but what is the definition of addiction
can anyone among us tell me why
I would waste my life in chasing something
that was only born to live so long then die
what is the shape of my heart without him
it lies broken; shattered on the floor
the angels tried to piece it back together again
but it will never be as good as it was before
Once something so very beautiful is broken
there's a fragile weakness that remains
and the glue that once held you altogether
never sets as fast or strong again.
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صراخ من هنا او هناك .. دماء هنا وهناك .. و في كل معركة .. ينتصر فقط المصفقون ..
وألوم نفسي .. أكنت يوما من حزب المتفرجين ..
فلا جنون الحرب تغريني ... ولا كلمات الطغاة تغويني ..
وحدها وحشة الطريق أبكتني .. فغدوت كورقة خريف .. سقطت يوما في منتصف الصيف ..
I started with the notion to write more poetry. And by "more," I mean any. I used to write a lot of poetry, but that was a long time ago.
But recently I've tried and started by looking at what I had written twenty years ago (not quite the last time I wrote, but close).
What I found were poems and books I wrote about people. Almost everything written down was about someone. Sometimes it was an alloy of several people folded into one. But it was almost always about people.
My writing held people in the same way my photography does not. I have almost never photographed a person. In my thousands of photos I've shared, maybe a half dozen contain people.
But one thing they both share, my writing and photography, is humanity. There are not people in my photographs, but it's hard to say they aren't peopled.
Almost everything I photograph has been modeled and moved by the 'hand of man.' Even pictures that seem purely nature, without a path carved, without a road made, has been changed in countless ways by people.
It can be seen in the plant life - much of what I take is of grasslands, the native species all but erased, replaced with the invasive, brought from wherever to here by people.
Sometimes there were forests where there is nothing.
Sometimes there's nothing where there were forests.
The lake is new, the land is leveled; here used to be wetlands, and here used to be desert.
Sometimes I'll share my photos on lists and groups that insist upon no photos with "the hand of man." I'll submit a 'natural' scene with some small path carved by coyotes through the steppe grass and it will be rejected as unnatural.
Other times, cheat grass and tumbleweeds pass muster as no "hand of man" was detected.
But this just opens an ultimately semantic and pointless discussion of how humans are and/or aren't part of nature. It's a discussion I forever loathe having and roll my eyes in dis-entertainment. "You know what I mean," is as far as I'll take it.
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'Sing in These Vacant Theaters'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor RB67
Film: Fuji NPL160; x-02/1999; 50iso
Process: DIY ECN-2
Montana
July 2022
And here comes another one - Cloud City here I come again!
Should I say again how great this minifig is? Yeah why not - it's freakin masterpiece guys!
I can't be quite sure, but I do believe this is my old buddy "Big Ben" from last year.
He seems to still be the dominate male in the herd.
His antlers grew in very weird this year. You can see on the one side where points start to pop out of the main branch but never form into a full point.
Amtrak 156 leads P091 across McGirts Creek Bridge in the perfect morning sun, only because he's over an hour late.
I took this photo in Point Roberts one year ago on this April day, and today I'm wondering when I'll ever be able to revisit it and I imagine all the Canadians that own cottages there and all the Americans who rely on us Canadians to shop there are all feeling sadness, we miss each other, its so strange, its so close to us and yet we can't go there ... sigh.
www.vancouverisawesome.com/vancouver-news/point-roberts-w...
The TV quiz show Pointless often has rounds with photographs of wildlife to be identified in the earlier rounds but last week there was a wildlife question in the final. The three categories in "British bugs" were to name a British butterfly, bumblebee or ladybird. In case you've not seen it they ask 100 people the same question, and the contestants have to come up with an answer that none of the 100 people picked. Anyway, what I am getting round to is that Bilberry Bumblebee was a pointless answer. Though I think most answers were pointless, with Red Admiral being the highest scoring insect.
Bilberry Bumblebee (Bombus monticola) is a rare Bumblebee, restricted to the uplands of Britain. It does feed on Bilberry flowers (Vaccinium myrtillus) early in the year which grows on moorlands, which is where it is most often seen. Fortunately the Peak District Moors close to my house are a hot spot for this rare Bumblebee so I see them quite frequently. The scientific name monticola also means mountain-dweller. They have trouble finding nectar sources on the moors between the spring-flowering Bilberry, and the autumn-flowering heather and many depend on flower-rich haymeadows on the moorland fringe.
Bilberry Bumblebees can be identified by the combination of a massive orange tail (more than half the abdomen is orange), and a "typical" yellow and black striped thorax. Though the yellow stripes are a very pale, cold yellow unlike the bright, warm yellow of the common garden Bumblebees. Bilberry Bumblebee rather looks a bit like two bits of the wrong Bumblebee have been stuck together. This one was nectaring on a Marsh Thistle on the Peak District Moors near Holmfirth..
Their distribution map is on Bumblebee Conservation's website here: www.bumblebeeconservation.org/bumblebee-species-guide/
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This is one of those times where you have your camera with you, and you're bored, and sitting there, and take a picture like this, by this, I mean random bokeh balls. It has no hidden meanings, it conveys no useful message, but then you upload it anyway and go =D.
...Actually looking back at it now, I probably should've cropped it or something...
There are days when Lysanne hears the screeches and many wings beating outside long before she opens her eyes. They wind their way into her dreams... or nightmares.
She knows there's no point in even getting out of bed, for there will be no living on these days <3
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Porcelain bjd, outfit and wig by OvkStudioDolls
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I'm finding it difficult to get myself out of bed at the weekends these days... if I'm not working :/
colours and bokeh - not sure if it works here and the focus could be better but I've been indoors all day - no chance for a walk
I went AFK. That's right, I left my computer in the middle of an important meeting and went to do something else. Why? Because I was bored out of my mind by the endless droning of my boss and the pointless slides of my colleagues. I decided to spice up my life a little bit by going on a spontaneous adventure. I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my phone and headed out the door. I didn't have a plan, I just followed my instincts. I ended up at a park, where I saw a group of kids playing soccer. I joined them and had a blast. I scored three goals and made some new friends. Then I went to a nearby cafe and ordered a latte and a muffin. I chatted with the barista and learned some interesting facts about coffee beans. Then I browsed through a bookstore and found a novel that caught my eye. I bought it and sat down on a bench to read. I was so engrossed in the story that I lost track of time. When I looked at my phone, I realized that two hours had passed since I went AFK. Oops. I wondered what happened in the meeting. Did anyone notice that I was gone? Did they try to call me or message me? Did they think that I had technical issues or that I was sick? Did they care at all? I decided that it didn't matter. I had more fun in those two hours than in the whole month of work. I felt alive, free and happy. I decided to go AFK more often.
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The year goes out with a roar.
Norfolk Southern train 168 blows past the signals at Wallace (Mt. Vernon), IL with the mostly still fresh Tennessee, Alabama & Georgia heritage unit leading the way.
Thanks to WR for the initial heads up and status updates while I toiled a few last pointless hours at work on New Years Eve, then took an early quit. The train left Princeton, IN later than expected, requiring I meet it halfway to ensure some little bit of daylight.