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It might not be the most upmarket place we’ve stayed in this year, but George (presumably Anglicized for the overwhelmingly British clientele) and his team have given us a very warm welcome. The apartment is comfortable and clean and we don’t ask for more than that. If George is slightly disappointed that we don’t spend quite as much time or money at the hotel bar as most of his guests, he doesn’t show it. Maybe my rapturous approval of the house Village Salad has put a big mark in the credit column for the occupants of room sixty-six. But we prefer to explore a holiday destination rather than lounge about by the pool ordering pints of Mythos all day. Besides which, Ali only drinks water. Hot water or cold water are the only two beverages she needs in life. People don’t believe her at first - they think she’s just being polite. No really - no tea, no coffee, definitely no juice or sugary fizzy pop (you should see her face when I pour a glass of orange juice in the morning), and no alcohol either. I make up for these shortfalls - except for the fizzy pop. I don’t drink that stuff either. I’m quite keen on the Mythos though. Especially the way it’s served in frozen glasses. I’ve taken to putting my own beer glasses in the ice box for an hour before pouring one back at the apartment in the evenings.
Our holiday rep is young, shy and giggly. She’s also Swedish. I was in Sweden less than two weeks ago, and at the bar, as I pay for my Village Salad, I bore the poor girl to sleep about my adventures in her homeland. She agrees that the west coast is a beautiful part of the country. In turn I agree that we’re having a lovely time here in Rhodes. She grins. I think it’s the last time we’ll stay in a place like this though. For years we booked everything independently, but after the pandemic, and just so we could blame everything on the operator when things went wrong, we returned to the traditional package holiday. But it’s not really our thing. Neither of us like mixing with other people, and we really don’t need to be entertained in the evenings. We much prefer the sound of the cicadas at night to what we’re being served with here. So far we’ve been treated to Whitney Houston, Bob Marley, Lionel Richie, Billy Ocean, Rihanna, Wilson Pickett and Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. All of this as we sit out on the balcony each evening, whether we like it or not. Obviously not the actual artists. How much do you think we paid for this holiday? Besides which it wouldn’t be possible as a number of them aren’t with us anymore. What’s interesting is that all of the performers come from South Africa. We think it’s the same people coming back every two or three nights, each time wearing different wigs. The quizmaster isn’t from South Africa though. Essex I reckon. He was still reading out the questions after midnight the other evening. The majority of the other guests are several years older than us. Exactly how many Rihanna songs are they familiar with? I only know two and I’m a mere stripling compared to most of them. The artists are very versatile. They usually lapse into Earth Wind and Fire or Heatwave after they’ve played the only three songs that anyone knows. Two if it’s Rihanna. Nobody seems to notice.
And competing with all of this is the din from the bar just across the way. To my horror, someone in charge of the jukebox has just faded out Mark Knopfler’s legendary guitar break from “The Sultans of Swing,” the only thing that has quite literally been music to my ears as we sit out here on the balcony in the dark. Because apparently it’s karaoke night. And the most important thing about being a karaoke performer is that you need to be tone deaf. Take the hen party that’s shouting the words of Paul Heaton over the microphone. More like an Imperfect Ten really. I sigh and open the Booking.com app. I noticed there were some apartments in a village up in the hills near the Seven Springs that we visited the other day. Next time we’ll do it all independently again, just like we used to.
To escape from all of this we’ve hired a car, just like we always do on these holidays. This time it’s a white Suzuki Celerio with a squeaky clutch pedal and a remote key fob that has a dead battery. Mostly we turn right at the bottom of our road, heading along the strip and out of town towards wherever we’ve decided to retreat to. Each time we do this, our first hazard is a bend in the road that I’ve unaffectionately named Poo Pong corner, a reference to the fact that it evidently sits over the town’s sewage drain, and upon which someone has opened a restaurant called Flames. Oh the irony! Surely it would only take a lit cigarette on an especially noxious day for the Flames to go up in, well, flames? It never seems to be that busy there. I love Greek food, but not when there are competing aromas coming from a river of floating effluent just a few yards away that’s come from the inner workings of a couple of thousand overindulgent tourists.
Occasionally though, we turn left instead of right, and drive a mile or two down the road to the tiny beach at the edge of the next town. This is a little piece of the Greece we love, with quiet water lapping at the shoreline, the flat warm sea such a gentle contrast to the drama we’re used to at home. And one evening as the sun sunk over the hills in the west it delivered the first worthwhile picture. Strangely, taken along the holiday strip rather than in some remote wild area. Later, back on the balcony, as someone from the raucous bar squawked to everyone within a half mile radius that they were simply the best, I had a quick go at it on the little laptop that comes with me on every holiday these days. I decided to award myself a small glass of ouzo. And promptly changed my mind in favour of a slightly bigger one. I needed to do something to drown that karaoke out.
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Ogni tanto mi piace usare il tele (200mm) per catturare i treni, l'effetto prospettico non è niente male ;-)
"That's what the ox from the meat bridge could have told me" is used when an answer to a question is predictable or unsatisfactory.
"I might as well have told that to the ox on the meat bridge" means something like 'talking against a wall'.
Incorporate these two proverbs into your language from time to time and see which of your fellow human beings already know the story behind them. We're sure not too many
„Das hätte mir der Ochs von der Fleischbrücke auch sagen können“ wird verwendet, wenn eine Antwort auf eine Frage voraussehbar oder unbefriedigend ist.
„Das hätte ich genauso gut dem Ochs auf der Fleischbrücke erzählen können“ bedeutet in seinem Sinngehalt in etwa so viel wie ‚gegen eine Wand reden‘.
Bau diese beiden Sprichwörter doch mal gelegentlich in deinen Sprachgebrauch ein und schau, welcher deiner Mitmenschen die Geschichte dahinter bereits kennen. Wir sind uns sicher, nicht allzu viele
From the Richard Harvey Kitchen Studio.
Raw file into Affinity Photo. Lost the EXIF data somehow but it’s: Canon EOS 6D Mark II, Lens EF 50mm, Exp. 1.3” @ f/18, ISO 320.
“I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?”
- C.S. Lewis
One of those days where you question the choices in life you made. It is a big day for me as I am finally off orientation. A day where I will no longer have the comfort of knowing that their is someone behind you every step of the way. Like the feeling of taking off those training wheels; using only your knowledge and your courage to ride forward. The fact that today was my last day, I would have wanted it to end with a bang, but that was not the case. I found myself questioning my decisions and all that I have worked so hard for. I felt so incompetent, and so stupid at the same time. These are the days that will challenge my fortitude and my desire to pursue this career. I am so nervous and unsure now, I feel like my confidence has rebounded deep within me, and finding it will take time.
Why go to school if you won't listen to the educated? I thought that was an excellent question.
I continue to be disappointed that children in the Untied States remain relatively silent while children in Europe are fighting for our existence. That is one of those things that clearly shows how manipulated we are.
Fantastic Friday to you my friend.
So the real question on this monkey post is why?
I was going to use it for the Macro Monday Ceramic theme from a couple of weeks ago but it exceeded the size specification of 3 inches ( it measured out at 4.75 in. tall by 2 in. deep) and I didn't like it cropped. The monkey was pretty excited about being featured on flickr and you can only imagine his disappointment when he got wind that I used the Hummel instead. I didn't want to [...bear a monkey...] as the expression goes even if it was my fault the next morning after a good bit of drinking so I felt it best to show him off here.
Ceramic lid from a German 2l stein that I received from an uncle who brought it from Germany around 1900. It's manufactured by Matthias Grimscheid, Mold #1199. It's a big stein so the wording is most appropriate: “Trag deinen Affen mit Geduld, an dem bist du nur selber Schuld.” (Bear your monkey with patience, it is your own fault.)
55mm f/2.8 NIKKOR Micro, 6 image photo stack.
Textures by: Skeltalmess and Lenabem-Anna.
Elle rassemble les corps de 2208 soldats, dont 577 inconnus. La bataille de Morhange dont il est question s'est déroulée du 19 au 20 août 1914 et fit plus de 8000 morts.
What do they call that guy who hangs off the side of the boat?
Oh, yeah. Bait.
Port of Redwood City, California.
How Did The Monster From 'Jeepers Creepers' Not Only Register His Truck But Also Get A Personalized License Plate?
This species has phenomenal range from southern Canada and across two thirds of the United States from North Dakota down to Texas, from New England down to Florida, and the Gulf Coast to Central Mexico. It is a well-known species, but not commonly encountered. I was quite surprised to find it in Texas.
Family Nymphalidae/Nymphalinae
I have been lucky enought to shoot with the brand new Sigma lenses for Fujifilm X-Mount, which have just been announced today!
This first image was taken with the f1.4 16mm DC DN Contemporary lens.
The other two lenses announced today were the 30mm and 56mm, both f1.4 lenses.
Feel free to ask questions in the comments, and I will be sharing more content taken with these three lenses, and blog pieces later in the week!
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Once where the (catholic) parish priest lived, now property of the municipality, housing organizations for the development of countryside and cultural purposes.
Renovated with designed garden in the front, orchard behind the building.
Peaceful place!
Another 07.07.07 photo. (For the 07_07_07 group!)
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Check the tag gaasbeek for more photos about this village. Or sepia for more of my sepia pictures. Or just visit my whole photostream! Some think it's really not bad! ;-)
I have to sell some photos at my church fall fair, and I have a question for which I would appreciate any and all feedback:
I'm going to print 5"x7" photos and put them in mats. the question is: For a church fair where I don't think people are going to be willing to spend lots of money, should I just have them machine printed and keep the price at $10 each, or should I get them printed at $7 each, and then charge $15 each?
what do you think???????
There is place for soft colour. There is place for strong and vibrant colours. And autumn is always the season you can find them.
This is just a repost for autumn colour in my neighbourhood.
Happy Monday and a great week!
I ask the experienced landscape photographer about tips in shooing fall colour.
He said the answer is in your question itself. Shooting fall colours means really shooting the colours.
I had a walk in my neighborhood and I took his suggestion shooting the colours. I am not sure if I did follow his advice.
This was seen on the sidewalk of a small street in my neighborhood.
Happy Wednesday!