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Poor Bonkers is having a bad day again and can't really walk. He wanted to get out of his chigura but couldn't go anywhere after we moved the roof...
(The stain on the mat to the center-left is not directly from Bonkers (fortunately) but from water the cats spill when they drink a bit too enthusiastically.)
Blended form 16 exposures spaced by 1 EV starting at 30 sec (although the last few exposures were probably over-kill :)) in photomatix. Retouched the sky afterwards to eliminate a slight halo. If I lived over this place I'd be broke and inebriated most evenings - great beer selection.
I went to the vet with Poes yesterday, she was lethargic for a couple of days, she wouldn't eat as much as normal, she didn't seek any attention, while normally she follows me wherever I go. She had also been panting a couple of times. It turns out she has an enlarged heart, and because of that she had built up fluid in her lungs. She is now on medication, and hopefully she will be around for another few years. Love her to pieces, I hope she will feel better soon :(
I feel so bad for her. These girls are atheletes in every sense of the word and they run the same risks of injury. More so because they don't wear any protective gear.
Found him dead by the side of the road, the morning after the Boxing day storms in the UK. He has been in the freezer since, waiting to find a bird sanctuary, or the like, that wishes to stuff him. Did that with a Sparrowhawk in the past! (NO! Not going to replace roast chicken dinner with roast owl!)
Poor photo, but a different kind of delivery run. Picked this up from Scania dealer after warranty repair work was undertaken, and returned it to Caetano. Anyway I digress. The reason I've posted this is to ask.... Why call a coach "John?"
Discovered this little guy yesterday who was infested with what I think are bird mites. Definitely made yesterday's FDF a little less H!
I think the fly is Hydrotaea similis!
Somewhere in the distance a voice could be heared shouting: "Alms for the poor?"
Pembosass and his crew were wandering through the streets of one of those smugglers settlements on the backwater world of Mataou. It was hot and the air as thick as Bantha butter. No wind was blowing.
The party dispersed, gathering intel, looking for a job...
A rugged stormtrooper, who certainly had seen better days, was sitting in the burning sun, asking the passers-by: "Alms for the poor?"
While the group dispersed, Kragan approached some Jawas. He could haggle for hours. A skill he mastered in his former life as smuggler and pirate.
"Alms for the poor?" the old stormtrooper shouted.
Pembosass walked over and handed some rations and - hidden between the food packages - a few credits to the old man.
"Aye, Pembosass the Pirate!" The trooper said with a firm voice.
"How has it arisen that you know my name?" Pembosass asked without getting an answer.
Suddenly the beggar widened his eyes and leaned against the wall behind him. Staring into the sky, as if he had an vision, he shouted repeatedly:
"The Flame of Zhar....I saw it in my dreams" The old trooper continued to shout!
Pembosass looked left and right but nobody was paying attention to the beggars dramatical episode and after some minutes, in which the beggar continued shouting, finaly mustered the courage to ask: "What is this Flame of Zhar?"
The beggar was shouting: "A gem, a precious gem! The eternal flame! Great power comes with it" He continued with great verve: "The Flame of Zhar....is calling YOU!"
Exhausted from his vision the dazed beggar fall silent and slowly started eating one of the rations.
Later Pembosass gathered his crew: "We have to find out more about this Flame of Zhar..."
Boeing 747-412 formerly Icelandic registered as TF-AMI of Magma Aviation and arrived at Kemble Cotswold back in 2023. She was originally a Singapore Airlines passenger aircraft from 1992 until early 2005.
An ATR-72-500 freighter of Zimex used to be registered in Switzerland as HB-ALR. She only arrived in January 2025 and is already giving parts so that others may benefit.
Bonkers is not feeling well today, most likely due to his bladder infection as well as the medicine he was given to combat it. For the first time I can remember, he refused his dinner (we are saving it for him in the hopes he'll be hungry later), which means he can't have an insulin dosage. He is still affectionate, just very very tired right now.
Aaargh! I hate when this happens! I have spent three days repainting this doll, and I really thought I was going to get her finished today. I tried to apply her eyelashes for two hours, lost half of her eyes and got myself a headache from the glue in the process - without getting the damn lashes to stay on! I would laugh if this wasn't so freaking frustrating. That was the last time I tried to glue eyelashes, I swear! I guess I should just paint the upper eyelashes like most others do, but I like the 3-dimensionality that real lashes allow. I don't want my dolls to look like beautiful tiny paintings, but more like tiny real people... If that makes sense.
Now I've removed the head from the body, and I lost the newest layer of paint by doing so. I have to repaint part of the eyelids and then root eyelashes and put the head back on before it's safe to finish the irises.
They like a cool, damp climate like Scotland where they are grown a lot. I grow them in ericaceous soil in a container as they like neutral to acid soil and I keep them away from hot sun as much as possible. They are considered challenging to grow in the hotter, drier parts of the UK but I find them easy to germinate especially from fresh seed. The problem is getting them through the winter without a cool greenhouse so I find it better to store the seed in the fridge and sow in Jan or Feb. Snails are a major problems and vine weevils and vine weevils also attack them. I lose a lot that way and to difficult weather conditions. For detailed information on culture and pictures see www.meconopsis.org
Many thanks for your friendship, comments, invites and good wishes. Also thank you to those who have made me their contact. Due to poor health, eye problems and low energy I regret I can't respond in kind but nearly always manage to reply to your comments.
One invite welcome-more, too many.
Poor quality phone snap of Stagecoach 17501 mid conversion to an open top after losing an argument with a low bridge. Stripped of many vital parts to keep other buses on the road, its future was uncertain as the bill was racking up. The depot bodywork team had started rubbing it down, replaced the rear end and removed the remains of the roof. It was still there when I left a year and a half ago, but I dont know what became of it after that.
Hehe! I'm Guinea Pigsitting for a coworkers two girls while they're on vacation. She has two little kids so I took these pics and will frame this one for the kids.
not sure those words fit for me, but I hope they do.
the days of grace and elegance for the average person seems to have gone forever in these days of practical attire. even the poorest of the poor had a Sunday best they would dressbup to go to church or just it was Sunday.
I am stuck in a past world that have no interest in escaping
Discovered, dirty and beleaguered and lying on a trophy, in the ruins of the Johnston House, said to be the oldest house in town.
Ludowici, Long County, Georgia USA
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Sitting waiting to gain access to the Docks at Leith, to pick up an empty pipe train, is immaculate 66230 in DB Red. Unfortunately this is as far as it got, and it sat here for over 2 hours ! ( poor driver )
66230 was booked to work the empty pipe train back to Tees Yard, which had came north on the 29th September. However it sat at the level crossing gates at the Docks for over 2 hours before heading back south light.
Previously a loco had made its way north to take the empty pipe train back and only got as far as Monktonhall Junction before returning south.
Seen sitting here just after 1500 on the 26th October 2017
I find this a little sad though touching.
She is evidently rather poor.
You can just make out the hair and skirt of the doll which seems to be being rather man-handled!
Taken tonight before the sun set as a storm system passed by. The wind picked up and folded in half my umbrella that I was holding over my camera to protect it from falling rain. I quickly pulled my finger off the shutter button, took my camera of its tripod and ran to my car. It was a real adrenaline rush to shoot in a storm with gusting wind and rain to capture photos of lightning strikes.
Recently a pair of hoopoes set up nest in my area and I love seeing them digging for bugs in the grass. But yesterday there was a terrible noise- a female kestrel swooped down and caught Mr. Hoopoe. There was little that I could do except watch as she deftly ripped out his wing feathers before killing him, and flying off to her own hungry chicks.
I just HAD to collect the feathers. There's a real one in the midst of these watercolour ones!
I’m bored, like, really bored. So bored to the point that I decided to post a second photo today just to get my brain working and tell a story.
It’s been a bit since I posted a photo from my Pennsylvania trip that I dubbed PA2023, and since I’ve had quite a few new followers since my last post from the trip (which if you are new, welcome), I figured I’d drop a post from the enjoyable yet nightmarish trip.
This one I have been highly debating on posting, on one hand, the nose lighting is perfect, on the other, I hate (and I mean HATE) when things aren’t sidelit. A lot of people are telling me to post it anyway, so here goes.
This, I believe, is from the second day of the trip. My father and I had ventured over to horseshoe curve for the day, and decided to run over to Cresson for dinner and some additional trains.
We grabbed dinner at a place called The Brick on Front, which on a totally unrelated note, if you’re looking the place up on google, their fries taste just as good as they look online. Hell, they’re the best I’ve ever eaten in my 21 years of being on this planet (I was 19 at the time of this trip). Unfortunately, I can’t say too much the same for the burger, it was still okay though. Not bad for the small town that Cresson is.
Of course, the first train after dinner was the worst smelling train on the line. It is a loaded trash train (the symbol is 63V) and when it’s hot and very humid, it smells BAD. I was hoping I wasn’t about to lose my dinner, and I didn’t. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to be getting anything from The Ice Box in Bedford (where we were staying/camping).
Yet, 63V is a staple of Pittsburgh Line railfanning. This train, to my knowledge, is the only operating unit trash train in the US that is considered a road freight. It was definitely on my list of things to see on the trip, and I particularly wanted to get it at Cresson just to get it under the signal bridge. It’s a very wide image, but it’s still a cool sight of seeing a mile plus long trash train stretch down the line.
Onwards.
I suppose they're waiting for the building to become beyond repair.
Then, they'll come up with a memo and some expert's report, showing that unfortunately nothing can be done to save this building, so it must be demolished. Land is very expensive in this area of Bucharest - look at the new office building to the right, which must have been built on the site of a similar old building.