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Another great John Deere tractor at the pulls in Danville, VA by the United Pullers of the Carolinas!
I have accepted a challenge to design a cart for homeless or nomandic urban life.
I'm doing my research.
A man pulling his cart on 23rd Street.
New York City
still used for track switching in 1988. a few years later, computers took over. This is tower A (lower numbered tracks), virtually identical to tower B (higher numbered tracks 100 & over) on the lower track level
Our sailboat Dragonsinger reaching across the Adriatic Sea on our way to Dubrovnik, Croatia. This was the third day of a three day passage. You can see the jack lines, used to safely tether us to the sailboat running along the deck.
My wife Karalee and I spent two years living on a sailboat in the Mediterranean home schooling our three children Jocelyn, Kevin, and Allen. This photo was part of that adventure. You can learn more about it at www.davidgreer.ca/cruise/.
I recently took part in my first Triathlon - The 2008 Blenheim Triathlon. The story of how I got to this starts at the end of my first ear of University, in the year 2000. I contracted glandular fever, and a doctor told me that I would feel "awful for two weeks, low in energy for a year, and have less energy for the rest of my life". I thought it would be a good idea to pull my finger out and work on getting fit, to prove the doctor wrong. My first efforts were extremely painful, and very short, and showed me quite how unfit I had become after a year of partying and very little exercise. When I spent two years in Japan, things moved up a couple of gears, and I started running, cycling and swimming longer distances. I found that the more exercise one does, the more one is inclined to do, until I was running half-marathon distances after work and cycling up mountains with friends (there's material for a retrospecitve blog if ever there was). Since these were the main sports I was doing, I wanted to do Triathlon, but I knew running was still my weak spot. With this in mind, I entered the Robin Hood Marathon in Nottingham on my return to the UK.
The marathon was massively painful in one of my knees, but because it was the event I had been building up to, I ran to the finish. Afterwards, it took about a week to be able to walk normally, and I concluded that running is not good for me. Supporting evidence for this is the fact that several members of my family on both my mother and father's sides have had knee problems to the point of surgery, and there is a history of arthiritis, so I decided to listen to the painful alarm bells. The training route to the triathlon consisted mainly of carrying on as before, and in fact the main hurdle was getting hold of all the equipment. I had foreseen the main expense as being the bike, but in fact it turned out to be the wetsuit. I managed to snag a basic raodbike for a mere 116 quid at Decathlon in their winter sale, and she is still going strong after over 700 miles.
My wetsuit is an Aquasphere Mako, hurriedly purchased from "Mike's Diving" in the week leading up to the Triathlon, and fortunately it fits like a glove. Thus prepared, George, his girlfriend and I headed up to Blenheim Palace on the day of the event, though not without a hitch as the following photo illustrates:
On arrival, we had to rack up, which basically means putting your bike and running gear in a rack in the transition zone and hopefully remembering their location. We then made our way down to the lake in our as-yet untested wetsuits, and had a briefing. Briefing over, we made our way to the pier, and followed the triathletes, leaping like lemmings into the remarkably chilly lake. The icy bite of the lake made things painful during the seemingly long wait for the starting claxon. I reassured George that the pain would go away once we started swimming, having no idea whether it actually would. Finally the claxon sounded and the lake transformed from idyllic tranquility to a frothing tumult of swimmers, all vying for position. I had read that the first 200-400 metres are the most stressful part of any triathlon, and that a lot of triathletes freak out at this point due to the combination of cold water on the face, sudden exertion, and being in water teeming with other people, all of whom seem to want to swim over you. Having been forewarned, I was prepared for this and kept switching from crawl to breast stroke to keep my bearings, and my head.
At the end of the swim, we clambered out of the water and some helpful attendants unzipped our wetsuits as we made our way up the hill for the 400m run to the transition zone.
At transition, I spent about two minutes trying to extricate myself from my wetsuit, writhing around on the gravel in a most undignified fashion, before finally emerging and grabbing my t-shirt and bike from the rack, clipping on my helmet and wheeling the bike towards the exit of the transition. There are so many tules dictating what one can and cannot do in transition, I was quite worried about getting disqualified for doing something that was banned, like putting my helmet on at the wrong time, or walking inappropriately... Once on the bike I made a mental note to not go too hard, as I am wont to do on my commute when anyone overtakes me. I wanted to pace myself to leave something in reserve for the run. The route was three laps of a track through the beautiful grounds of Blenheim Palace, adding up to just under 20km. There were several downhill sections marked with "slow down", which obviously were the most fun parts to go as fast as possible on, and build up some momentum for the ensuing hill-climbs. I still had not encountered George by the end of the third lap, and was pondering this when I heard a shout of "COME ON CHUFFY!" as George flew by on his trusty steed. I gave chase and we entered transition at the same time, in our appalling-looking skimpy swimming trunks.
The second transition should have been more straightforward than the first, as no wetsuit removal was necessary. Despite this fact, I managed to remove my helmet too early, earning a shouting-at from one of the marshalls. George and I then headed out of transition heading in completely the wrong direction, and the same marshall alerted us to our glaring error before witheringly shouting "The run exit is over there where there's a huge sign saying 'RUN EXIT'!". Thus informed, we set off on the run leg of the event. George had to drop back briefly as he was suffering from cramp owing to the transition from one leg-intensive exercise to another. I didn't want to go into cramp so I kept jogging steadily. I ran alongside a friendly Aussie called Coops and we chatted until the end, when he had challenged me to a sprint finish.
As the time approached, Coops said he didn't really feel the sprint coming on, and I could totally sympathise with him after my previous marathon experience, so I went for it, and here is a video of the finish: [video:youtube:O7cHwRKMHZI] All in all, it was a fantastic event, with much less painful after effects than the half marathon. It is definitely something I want to repeat. In fact, George and I have booked places at the Nottingham Triathlon on August 3rd.
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... at Norwich riverside. It was the route for stone used to build Norwich Cathedral, shipped in all the way from Caen.
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
Before we set off on our cold, rainy Seattle visit, I put our late night dinner in the crockpot.
Recipe:
Lay in 2lb boneless Pork Loin. Cover with one onion and one red pepper sliced thinly. Mix in bowl: 2 cups barbecue sauce of your choice, 2 TBSP A-1 Sauce, 3 (or less) TBSP chili powder, 1 TBSP paprika and then spoon over all items in the crockpot. Cook on low 8-10 hours. When done, pull apart the pork loin with two forks until shredded.
We used ours over hamburg buns. Tortillas would be just as good or even a heftier roll. Very good and would definitely feed a crowd. Q and I barely made a dent with our four sandwiches.
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Acceptance under Photo Journalism in
1.Uniq Image 2nd National Salon 2020 Digital
2. F Stop National Circuit 2020 - Circuit GG
3. Campina International Exhibition of Photography CIEP 2020 - Romania
4. Red Eye Photo Award 2020 under Photo Travel
5.3rd PLAAPA National Salon 2021 under Street
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Guam,USA, 2010. shot ....... 5 / 6
(Today's picture. That's unannounced.)
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ONE OK ROCK - Jaded (ft. Alex Gaskarth from All Time Low)
Cairns.
I went to Australia.
The day when Japan was left. August 5.
The day when I have arrived in Japan. August 10.
The number of which I took a picture. 3763.
Full capacity. About 22 GB.
I'm happy.
If you enjoy yourself.
:)
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Profile.
In November 2014, we caught the attention of the party selected to undertake the publicity for a mobile phone that changed the face of the world with just a single model, and will conclude a confidentiality agreement with them.
steal-a.way-nifty.com/stealaway/2015/03/profile-march20.html
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Postscript 2.
Today's text.
I prepared 12 languages.
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My Novel >> Unforgettable'
(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
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There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.
One, to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.
The other, to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days, staring at the shine
quietly.
Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.
I face myself to change tomorrow, a vague day into something certain.
That is the meaning of a rebirth.
I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.
After she left, I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After
she left, how many times did I depend too much on her, doubt her, envy her and keep on telling lies
until I realized it is love?
I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the
daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.
I had been thinking about such a thing.
However, I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see
something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me, a guy filled with ambiguous, unstable
tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.
Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.
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U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
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Title of my book > unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
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Schedule of the next novel.
Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)
2018. Spring. It's expected to open it. That's Japanese.
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Autumn.
Theme.
This must be the place I waited years to leave .
Place. Tokyo Big Sight.
Sponsoring. Design festa.
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The uncertainness of date and time.
Kawamura Memorial DIC Museum of Art Annex Gallery.
Place. Sakura-shi, Chiba.
Theme.
From that day ....
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Future's photography place.
2017.
Manhattan. New York. The United States.
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I went to New York 2007.
Day when Japan was left. March 9. Afternoon.
Day where it returned to Japan. March 14. Afternoon.
I am in Japan now.
The photograph in New York starts as follows.
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Japanese is the following.
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A random snapshot that was taken by Mom of me eating a pulled pork sandwich with a bag of barbeque chips for lunch at the Sno Station snack shack that is at Buds and Blooms Greenhouse and Gardens, LLC and it is located out on MS 550 in rural northwestern Lincoln County, Mississippi on Friday, March 31, 2023.
LLC (Limited Liability Company)
...and visit for awhile! This character welcomes me home everyday. He doesn't say much, but has a great smile... :o). Hope all my Flickr friends are enjoying the cooler fall weather we are having.
"Celebrate the lives of those that have enriched your own!"
Jerry 2009
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UP job has just left the Fairbanks-Morse plant in the distance as they head east down Switchtrack Alley.
Pulling into Minehead Station is rebuilt Bullied Light Pacific 4-6-2 No.34053 Sir Keith Park. The steam locomotive was playing its part in the West Somerset Railway Spring Steam Gala which was over the first two weekends in March. This picture was captured on the 6th March 2016.
Henri Dutilleux - Tout un monde lointain - II Regard (Rostropovitch)
Damn.... I need a coffee ... and a title....