Unripe sloes in Epping Forest.

I'll be back up there in a few weeks to pick some for sloe gin. Traditionally you have to wait until they've experienced a frost before picking them but in my experience they're fine in September/early October if you put them in the freezer for a while after picking. The first time we did this they ended up staying in the freezer for 18 months before we used them to make perfectly respectable sloe gin but a few days should be adequate.

Wolfe's in world shot taken at the Steeple Chase today where they were a very respectable close 2nd place with only one practice. So proud of my Wolfe and his steed!

this old lens still does a respectable job

Built for the 2019 Summer Joust contest - category "No Bley". My final entry... (and yes, the fishing reel was invented during the middle ages - in China)

I'm glad to have been able to participate in the Joust this year, and to have been able to build something respectable for all five individual categories...( and if anyone happens to be in Lexington, KY July 27-28, I plan to display most of them at BrickUniverse).

……In times of yore, all respectable households would expect the kitchen maid to delve into her utensil drawer for the Butter Mould, then make tiny pats to put on the plate with the freshly baked Scone! The same maid probably churned the butter too!!! This mould according to the Thistle was probably in a large house in Yorkshire - It measures just one inch in diameter, and the pats would be about half an inch thick. I made the milking stool stage prop’ from a cocktail stick & a slither of wooden doweling - the picture backdrop is in a child’s story book. Keeping busy whilst being securely ‘Locked Down’ AT HOME to stay safe and also to NOT be a vehicle to the virus - Covid-19 does not have legs (or wings) Alan:-) Happy Macro Monday folks, HMM……

For the interested I’m growing my Shutterstock catalogue regularly here, now sold 41 images :- www.shutterstock.com/g/Alan+Foster?rid=223484589&utm_...

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©Alan Foster. All rights reserved. Do not use without permission.……

From the collection of "Photos Which Photoshop Saved", here's Friday's New Brunswick Southern Railway westbound freight rounding an S-Curve as they approach Nerepis, New Brunswick, along the McAdam Subdivision. Basically pulling over here and grabbing the photo, I didn't have time to play with camera settings, hence why Photoshop salvaged the photo and made it look somewhat respectable. A nice lashup on this beast, with NBSR 8144, GMTX 205, GMTX 211, GMTX 2657 and NBSR 911, still in Union Pacific colors.

June 17,2016.

as money ;-(

Mark Twain

HMM! Science Matters!!

starter menu, grilled scalllops, tomato chutney, roasted pepper, Iceland Viking cruise

While living out West I tried to t back to Maine at least once a year. In 1993 the paper mill at Bucksport was still operating at capacity and a couple of yard jobs were assigned here as well. POBK with a pair of C424's is arriving Bucksport with a respectable sized train. Today the mill is no more and it has been torn down and it its place they are going to build a salmon farm. The only business left is the removal of hazardous waste from the long closed chemical plant located in Orrington.

Watching the pups rolling over & playing with pebbles from a safe & respectable distance behind & through gaps in the dunes was, I think, my top wildlife experience of the year. Such a privilege to be close to such a spectacular gathering - although there were of course some upsetting sights (that's nature), I haven't smiled so much looking through viewfinder for quite a while.

Hopefully next year the continuing pandemic allows us all chance to capture more fantastic sightings.

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Land Adventurer: Man! I hate to see a good Joe brought so low! Here you go! Buy yourself some respectable adventure clothes! Just don't spend it all on booze and cheap women!

AT Commander: Joe, you know I'd never spend it on CHEAP women!

B&O 3684 has a lean on it as the tracks settle into the parking lot of the Charm City's Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Museum. The 3684 was the first GP40 for the B&O (1966) and was one of 380 they bought. in November 1966. It wore Chessie paint before ending up as CSX 6500. The museum ended up with this locomotive in 1994 and it's been painted into its original paint twice since then to keep it in respectable condition.

This stag was marching around looking towards five or six photographers as well as some deer hinds, so we all moved back to a respectable space. Then the red deer stag pushed his harem around but then walked off slowly leaving them behind.

But the evil looking eye was a little worrisome !!

Image info:- Nikon Z9 with Nikon Z 100-400mm @ f/5.3, focal length 320mm, shutter speed 1/640th second, ISO 2000, processed in Lightroom Classic.

I managed to get much closer to the yellowhammers at Bathpool today - actually got some respectable shots!

A Bald Eagle shares the area but keeps a respectable distance from a pair of Golden Eagles on a carcass.

This male hairy woodpecker does a respectable job of blending in with the tree bark on that quaking aspen tree. He's probably hoping there are some tasty bark beetle larvae hiding beneath the cracked tree bark.

For the Macro Mondays Theme: Vowel

This tiny glass Angel once belonged to my grandmother. She collected angels.This one with a glass heart in her hands, she got from me as a gift for her 95th birthday. After she passed away (she reached the respectable age of 99 years) the angel came back to me. It is very dear to me.

Thank you for your time, faves and comments, it's much appreciated.

HMM

The Look.

“To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.”

― Oscar Wilde

I'm getting closer to a respectable photo of our new regular, the sapsucker, but still haven't quite pulled off a sharp one that does him/her justice. I had a bit of a scare yesterday when I pulled into my driveway and saw a cooper's hawk flying out of the sapsucker's well-tree. Fortunately it didn't get anything, and today I just managed a couple photos of the sapsucker bathing in the pond before it flew off. It's cold (lows in the 30s F) but the sun is out, for now, and all the fruit trees are blossoming. I have a week off coming up soon and by then rain is back in the forecast, but who knows.... Red-breasted sapsucker, backyard Olympia.

continuing my gear fetish, i bought a new crackpipe today. a kiev 88. its a soviet-era clone of a hasselblad. its a respectable enough step towards eventually owning a hassy one day. i got two 120 backs and a the TTL prism viewfinder with it. loading up with some velvia E6 now! laters, gotta go shoot

A more telephoto-y version of an earlier shot, this time featuring the Milwaukee Center tower more prominently.

Canadian Pacific SD70ACUs 7023 and 7022, the railway's Air Force and Navy commemorative units, respectably, lug train 286 down the "Wash" out of Muskego Yard in Milwaukee on a somewhat hazy morning. The wide spot between main tracks and the chimney off to the right are evidence of a long-closed Milwaukee Road station, which still exists under the overpass at National Avenue. Listed in timetables as "Allis", it was built to serve the Allis-Chalmers plant that once existed here, but was closed after the facility moved west to West Allis- whose name is no coincidence. It was saved during the 1930s when a model railroad club was established inside- amazingly, this club still operates and has a large O-scale layout.

Here's a second photo from the recent Ken Bingley 10k memorial run.

This photo was taken after only a quarter of a mile and depicts the eventual winner Dale Redden of the Splinter Running Club making a break for it. He has literally left all in his wake. The race was actually a little over 10k and took part over and through the landscaped former Frickley Colliery site. That meant that there were a few decent hills over the former pit stacks. Dale's winning time was a more than respectable 34 mins and 19 seconds. To put this into perspective, the second placed male was four minutes behind and Megan who finished fourth in the ladies event took just over 50 minutes.

This woman named Loes is still a guest in the Zwarte Ruiter at a respectable age to still be among people....many people know her well there, we regularly sit at the table and then talk about everyday things......

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A young Red-throated Diver (Gavia stellata) stretching and drying it’s beautiful wings. The parents were not feeding that much anymore and luring the chicks to visit a lake nearby with lots and lots of fish. The chicks were practicing taking off continuously which provided me with lots of photographic opportunities. Taken in the Nuuksio National Park, a 20 minutes drive from where I live. Happy Days.

Yes... backlit as usually, a respectable -5EV

A pleasant light dusting of powdery snow on the tops went a little way to offset what has been a frankly poor festive season for those seeking the out white stuff. Only the big guns at Nevis & the Cairngorms hold on to respectable coverings, as things stand. A very dispiriting winter so far.

I liked this little 'huddle' of rocks, & put it to use as a complimentary foreground to the glorious array of the Kintail & Affric tops.

Inspired by Depeche Mode:

Be responsible, respectable

Stable but gullible

Concerned and caring

Help the helpless

But always remain

Ultimately selfish

Get the balance right

Submitted this photo to contest and was accepted. Now to send print to headquarters - winners determined in January. Photo taken after recent heavy rains turned normally dry bed into respectable stream.

Waterfall Wednesday!

[15:53] Fenna DeCuir had followed him a while, cris crossing the place and eventually she walked right up to him. When she came to a halt, there was still a respectable distance between the two. Eyes narrowed as she titled her head from the right to the left, eyeing him. ''YEAH FUCKFACE BETTER DROP THAT WEAPON. WOULD HATE TO END UP SHOOTING YOU IN THE HEAD WITH IT INSTEAD OF CHOKING YOU WITH YER LARGE INTESTINE!'' she called out loud enough for the scientist to hear.

[15:56] Laurick Scarbridge just held the rifle up on his shoulder as he looked at Fenna with a quirked brow. The red head tapped the body of the rifle on the side of his head, smiling brightly as that woman blocked his path. He continued to move forward without much regard for her and leaned forward when he arrived at the first bump - leaning forward as he tilted his head, "Oh my, you. I wasn't expecting /you/ just yet. Not in this weather!" he said as the rain hit the waters that surroudned them.

[15:59] Fenna DeCuir: ''The weather, reflects my mood. It rains. I want it to be raining men.'' she paused, dark twinkle in her eyes. ''Dead men.'' she wouldnt move back as he walked closer, nor would she move towards him. Hand reached down and she unhooked the heavy chain from her thighband. Only to wrap the first couple of shackles around the knuckles of her right hand. ''Pussy.'' she said then, grinning.

[16:01] Laurick Scarbridge quirked a brow as she wrapped the chain around her hand. He glanced down at the weapon in his right hand and shrugged his shoulders as he tossed the stock rifle into the water. His hands moved to wrap around his back as he hopped over the first ridge and then continued to move toward toward Fenna with a large smile on his face, "I'm surprised you agreed to these terms, that I am. We'll see - we really will. I don't think you'll be happy with the outcome, though."

[16:05] Fenna DeCuir smirked. ''Oh, I know that. Would love to put your cock into the meatgrinder once I am done with you, too bad I have none here.'' she shrugged, nodded at the water. ''Guess the sharks will have to do the trick then..'' she moved forwards then herself, slowly. One step after the other, though this just lasted for a moment. Fenna then took a sprint, swung the heavy rusty chain through the air and would attempt to hit him right against the face. '''Lets not talk. HUH!''

[16:07] Laurick Scarbridge held his hands behind his back as Fenna advanced and continued to talk. He just smiled that large grin. For once, the red head didn't open his mouth. When Fenna came forward with the chain he actually ducked down and attempted to avoid the damage. Fenna would notice right away something off about his reflex speed. Judging by the speed which with he moved, he had some sort of augmentation in his knees .. or at least his joints. Once the chain had moved out of his range, he backed up, hopefully, before she could continue to swing once more. His right hand raised up and he tutted his finger at Fenna and winked.

[16:11] Fenna DeCuir wouldnt think of any sort of augumentation. She probably thought he was an alien and the fact that he ducked, just fueled her anger more. Expression darkened instantly, low growl was released from her throat. The tree they were standing on, got more slippery by the rain and for a moment she nearly lost balance. She jumped back though and ended up into a crouch, one hand placed in front of her while the other still had that chain. She stood up then, slowly and would indeed try to hit him again. ''FIGHT THEN ASSHOLE!!''

[16:16] Laurick Scarbridge stood up straight right after she had crouched down after the failed attack. Laurick continued to back away from Fenna as she would likely chase him down the pipeline like a crazy woman spinning a chainlink .. chain. The red head glanced behind him as he hopped back over the various ridges, just taking enough care not to trip. The winds started to pick up and almost knock him off balance as his hair was now soaked from the rain. He stopped and looked back toward Fenna to see exactly what she would do now. His balance was starting to wane with increase in the weather conditions - the pipes being incredibly slippery.

[16:22] Fenna DeCuir 's hoodie was soaked, as was her shirt. Nope, not wearing a bra. She grunted when he moved back and instantly began to chase him. Run, hop, run, hop. Using the chain as if it were a lasso. Slicing through the air as she rush over to the man. ''BUG!!'' she yelled and tried to hit him against the ear before quickly pulling back. Hit or not, she would then simply try to throw him off balance by jumping forwards in an attempt to push him down. And yes, would it work she'd go down too.

[16:24] Laurick Scarbridge the chain missed again as Laurick's head movement seemed to be rather impressive. Apparently he was good at dodging physical strikes. It was the combination that got him. Fenna's double up with the takedown had been enough to nail him. Laurick's right foot mis-stepped after he dodged the chain and when she'd thrown her shoulder into his armored abdomen his whole body lost control and his right leg collapsed. The red head's back collided with the pipeline and his radio bashed against the metal and splattered into the water beside them. The splash got into his right eye, and rolled down his cheek. He started to laugh. That same laugh that he always laughed as Fenna now had top position over him.

[16:31] Fenna DeCuir winced only briefly when the two of them found a quick way down to the pipeline. She would now straddle him, eyes rolled back a moment and she released a low feral hiss. Anger, hate those were the feelings she was most familiar with and this man seemed to just know how to trigger her. With the chain still wrapped about her knuckles she tried to throw a right hook straight for his jaw since she was still on top right now. ''DONT FUCKING LAUGH!!!'' she screamed in anger and frustration.

[16:33] Laurick Scarbridge hadn't moved to remove her from the mount position that she had on his abdomen, but he had positioned himself so it was difficult for her to move up. When she sat up and threw that right hook right to his face with the chain - it connected. The red head's cheek made a dull thudding noise, and almost immediately started to turn red. But as she started to retract her fist he sat up. He sat up and looked straight into her eyes with that strange heterochromic gaze - the large smile on his lips - and winked at her. If she'd made another aggressive movement toward him, Laurick would attempt to wrap his arms underneath of her armpits and hook his hands together to pull her down toward the ground to stifle her movements the best that he could.

[16:38] Fenna DeCuir would of course make another aggressive movement. She was Fenna after all. And Fenna was angry. Lips twitched when her first connected, but this wasn't enough. She wanted blood. She wanted alot of blood. The fact that he was smiling at her, pissed her off more. ''FIGHT YOU FUCKIN PUSSY!!'' was yelled by the woman that was nearly blinded by her rage at this point. Hand reached out for his shoulders, but felt his hands on her body then. She changed plans and now lunged forwards, attempting to ram her forehead against his nose.

[16:41] Laurick Scarbridge had competed in wrestling in his younger years and had rudimentary knowledge of the sweeping techniques still. He didn't stop Fenna from butting heads with him, his gaze was down at their legs though. Fenna would feel a shift between her knees as Laurick's abdomen region bucked up and his whole body weight shifted to his right side as he attempted to throw Fenna onto her back - it was more of a roll for him to get on top. Her head connected with his with a loud thud and another crackle. Fenna hit hard, that was for sure. Laurick would have a black eye or two and a broken nose at the very least. Blood didn't come from his nostrils after that. But something escaped from his mouth, that laugh, that same damn laugh, "Kwa hoo hoo hoo!"

[16:46] Fenna DeCuir was thrown off balance, arms swung about in his attempt to get her off him. It worked partly, though she did managed to place a hand behind her on the pipeline to keep herself up half. Her clothes were soaked, the heavy wind didn't made it easier at all. She would try to place her feet onto the rusty old surface quick, so she could push herself back to her feet..

[16:50] Laurick Scarbridge had almost immediately attempted to ram his shoulder into Fenna to shove her back against the pipeline when she'd attempted ot stand up. He may not have been the largest dog, but he was a vicious one when he got his way, and he might have had his position over Fenna at this point. The rain started to come down harder ontop of the two, the water around them splattering loudly. The large grin was still on the red head's face as the lightning flashed in the background. Blood flowed freely from either side of his lips, as his cheek where she had hit him with the chain started to turn a violet hue.

[16:53] Fenna DeCuir could have made an attempt to ram her feet against his chest when he tried to push her back. But, she did not. The faintest scent of blood distracted her, if only for a second. And that was the exact moment the man's attempt to shove her back against the pipeline worked. She grunted, would not stay still. Feet tried to kick him while hands were clawing at his face, oh yes..she had some dam sharp nails.

[16:56] Laurick Scarbridge was slow and methodical, as if the worry of Fenna or the story was the farthest thing from his mind. His full lips were grinning wide, blood running down either side of his mouth. His eyes were alight with a passion. When Fenna started to buck her legs he would move his legs to attempt to just siftle the movement by crushing his thighs to hers. Her hands, he didn't bother to stop. Her nails would dig deeply into that already damage cheek and ripped the skin easily, blood almost squirting from the wound she had inflicted. His eyes were still locked on her face as he attempted to hold Fenna by the throat with his fleshy right hand, his left hand would slowly rear back as he if were measuring her. His cheeks however would be burning if he felt pain, instead, he bled - with the smile on his face. That odd bloody smile.

[17:02] Fenna DeCuir tried to think of something else but the blood on his face. This was a task she quickly gave up. She growled at him like a hungry wolf, nails would keep trying to rip more skin over as the crimson liquor now dribbled down her fingers as well. Head was pushed back then when she felt his hand wrapping about her delicate throat. Fingers would start to move up towards his eyes while she contiued to swear and scream at him. Spanish, english words. And none of them were actually sounding nice.

[17:06] Laurick Scarbridge just started to laugh as his usually pearly white teeth showed to be covered in his own blood from his gums. When Fenna's fingers moved up to his eyes and started to push on the soft orbs - that was when Laurick finally struck out. His right hand wrapped tightly and firmly around her delicate skin - his left mechanical hand hummed violently. His shoulder jerked and the closed metal fist would come toward Fenna. If she hadn't moved .. it would come again .. and again .. and again. Until she had either dodged it or it had put her out, Laurick's left hand would attempt to violently slam into that beautiful face and put her into a dream world for a time. The rain had started to kick up around them, it was now pouring and it was hard to see anything around them except for the silouhette of the rain that formed about their bodies.

[17:16] Fenna DeCuir was too cocky to pay much attention to the hand that wrapped about her throat. She knew he couldn't choke her anyway. That fact made her grin, his blood streamed down her hand and small wrist and eyes seemed to brighten a bit. And while she was clawing at his face, his eyes and thought she had the victory of this one in her pocket.. he threw his robo hand into the mix. Now, she -was- paying attention to that hand. One hand tried to remove his from her throat, desperatly tried to wriggle her body free as he hit her over and over. Cracks could be heard here and there, split lip..and within the next moments half of her face would change colors most likely. But the blood and her anger werent exactly a good combination.. however she could not permit to frenzy here, with this scientist. Fighting herself, fighting him. It would soon become too much. She hissed ferally, eyes stared right at him before they rolled back and her hand slowly slippe off his face..

[17:21] Laurick Scarbridge still had that smile on his face. That wide bloody smile. His eyes practically alight with glee at this point. His grip on her throat grew tighter and tighter as he continued to strike her and strike her. Each hit illicited a much brighter response from Laurick's smile. It grew and grew with the amount of damage he had done to Fenna. When her hands finally slipped off his face and presumably her body started to go limp - the grip on her throat subsided. He merely held her there as she went limp. The red head tilted his head and leaned in to look at her, slowly letting her neck go from his grip - and to leave her to slump in the water unconscious and bloodied. He took in a long breath and let out another as his chest heaved now - showing the utter tiredness. He took a step away from Fenna and glanced down at the blood that now stained the dark metal of his arm. He raised the knuckles up to his lips and ran his long blood stained tongue along the metal to remove it. The Doctor moved away from Fenna's body and stepped onto the swamp grass. He leaned over and wiped at his legs and then looked up at the sky as a rain drop hit him in the face .. and many more plastered him and cleansed his face of his wounds. The red head just started to laugh.

[17:25] Fenna DeCuir was just laying there. The storm, heavy rain..the fact that she looked like she had another close encounter with a truck, it didnt matter now. Mascara stains soon covered the pale, heavily bruised flesh. It was indeed not waterproof. Big chance the storm would blow her right into the sea.. hopefully she woud wake up before sharks smelled the blood on her.

The Big Baboon is found upon

The plains of Cariboo:

He goes about with nothing on

(A shocking thing to do).

But if he dressed up respectably

And let his whiskers grow,

How like this Big Baboon would be

To Mister So-and-so!

19 Feb 09 - Back at home after returning from AMC makeover.

IMG_0796

Cobweb (at a respectable distance!)

Playing with my sony compact one inch sensor for landscape while waiting to hands on the new canon 6D Mark II.

Shot with Single J-peg and process by P.S.

Sony RX100M3 Dynamic Range is very respectable profound like my Sony A6000. However, the half inch sensor could not really sustain noise level when engaging for longer exposure and it may let down on this aspect otherwise no big complaints and is super compact and handy for photographer use to carry load of equipment gears.

North Pier is the most northerly of the three coastal piers in Blackpool, England. Built in the 1860s, it is also the oldest and longest of the three. Although originally intended only as a promenade, competition forced the pier to widen its attractions to include theatres and bars. Unlike Blackpool's other piers, which attracted the working classes with open air dancing and amusements, North Pier catered for the "better-class" market, with orchestra concerts and respectable comedians. Until 2011, it was the only Blackpool pier that consistently charged admission. Wikipedia

A gaff-rigged schooner, 100 ft in length, classic oak-framed fishing boat, Soteria was originally designed and built in Denmark to harvest the rich waters of the Baltic Sea.

She retired from service in the 1970s and became a charter boat before being converted into this majestic schooner you see today.

She carries 7 sails and will lick along at a very respectable pace of 12 knots in a brisk wind, her 60 tonne frame and blunt features parting the swell with effortless strength and style.

[18:15] Akiel Martian held up to fingers, "..make it two..", he said and sat back against the bar, watching the door a moment, "..oi've been hunting..and doin' what oi do best, watchin' all yer backs from the Shadows..just canna be watch 'all' of ye' all the time.."

[18:18] Fluffy Snoodle waits for the drinks to be served and turns around with hers in hand, taking small sips from it for now, "Well, Ayr wont be happy to know that you were alone most of today." She'd say tapping her fingers on the glass. "I've actally been craving some action lately. It's been too quiet."

[18:21] Akiel Martian reached into his pocket and pulled out the respectable amunt for tip along with the two drinks, setting it on the counter as the two beverages were served. Syle's right hand came around to grab the bottle, "..Ayr already know..", he said, tipping the beverage back, taking a long drag, "..oi dun fear the UAC, oi've inta the middle of three of em, dissarmed them and walked away..oi dun need a buddy ta help me ta get ta work..me job as a Shadow is ta help intel and protect the Pack, oi dun need no one in the Pack protectin' me..", he said, watching the door again, "..Ayr knows me well enough ta know, oi keep ta me'self, when oi need help, oi'll ask..n' oi wont be shy ta ask either..aint no false pride in this Wolf, Fluffers.."

[18:25] Fluffy Snoodle nods slowly, the bottle attached to her lips now. "You know...that may be so but there was a UAC raid outside of here earlier. An entire raid, Wolf. You have to be more careful now. The pack may have more members in it now but few old ones. I'd like to keep it the way it is." Fluffys tails would flick around behind her now, "Losing any family member due to the carelessness of them isn't in my agenda, and losing them to the UAC is even farther from it." She'd pause again and take another drag. "Though, That's just the way I look at things. I should be more considerate of you though, we're alike in some ways. We don't ask for help when it's not needed and we're loners it seems." She'd stop at that and perk a brow to him, waiting for his two cents.

[18:30] Akiel Martian: "It seems, naw, that the way it is..they say ye' canna have two alpha wolves in any Pack, n' that aint completely true.. oi've always been me own Alpha, n' oi always will be, oi protect the Pack, because it need protectin'..", he raised that left mechanical arm and flexed the fingers of it, small cervos being heard. His gaze narrowed, "..oi gave up me left arm fightin' them Cyborgs..haven yer' arm ripped from it socket and crushed infront o' yer face, aint nothin' ta describe it..n' oi still be here..", he considered her a moment, "..aye, oi have a feelin' too that we be havin' a wee bit in common, maybe that's why oi can joke with ye'..", he said shrugging.

[18:35] Fluffy Snoodle looks down to her bottle and nods some, "I'm sorry I left the pack before the cyborgs attacks, I really am." She'd sigh and look at the beer still left in the bottle, "Heh, that's twice in a week the cyborg attack has been mentioned to me. Maybe it's trying to tell me something." She'd pause to take another swig of her booze, "I feel there is something I should do for the pack that I haven't been able to. Ayr appolgized for the pack letting me down the night of the explosion - "Which infact made her pause in thought, "Mmm, helping save Ayrs life that night just doesn't seem like enough. The pack lost too much from the cybrogs, and I don't mean lives by that, I mean everything in general. It just doesn't seem the same anymore."

[18:39] Akiel Martian: "No..it aint..alot was taken away..", he said, cranning his head back, glug, glug, glug. He reached back setting the now empty bottle atop the counter top, "..oi dinna know ye' were in the Pack befor the attacks..oi've been with the Pack almost a full year now..'ow could oi have missed such a perty face?"

[18:43] Fluffy Snoodle shrugs as she keeps staring to the contents of the bottle, "I wasn't around much. Didn't feel I fit in. The only person who seemed to remember me was Ayr actually. Everyone else just walked by me." She'd shrug and finally look over to Syle, "Tell me something, how does one find their meaning to life?" She'd ask, "I'm going to be alive for many years to come and I don't want to make it a never ending search. I will...have seen my friends die over the years, I've seen the effects of war and violence. It's not what I've been looking for and I just don't know how to handle it anymore." She'd kick her boots against the wooden counter, making a small indentation. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

[18:45] OmartelDax Dragovar glances inside and spots the pair of fellow Packies, grunting a light greeting as he enters inside.

[18:48] Akiel Martian: "Seems ye' n' oi have far more in common then ye' think..but, as fer what yer meanin' ta life be..", he raised his right hand, index fing point outwards, at the center of her chest just above her breasts, "..only yer heart can be tellin' ye' what that be..fer me, its fightin'..oi've known nothin' else in all me years of exsistance, oi faught to survive, oi've faught fer sport..", his hand lowered a bit, head tilting to the side, offering Dax a short lived nod, "..but, fightin' ta defend those who canna defend themselves..the look of gratitude on their faces fer helpin' them survive another day..that be me meanin' ta life.."

[18:53] Fluffy Snoodle looks back to Syle before offering a nod to Dax and looking down towards the indent she made into the wood, "I can hardly even help anyone anymore. They always go to Amara! They never even call me!" She growled out. "I became a medic to help people, though I can't even seem to do that right." A low growl would escape her throat as her tails flicked around in irritation. "They don't show respect anymore, and the only one that ever does is Dax." She'd say motioning to him, "The only one who actually tries to guard his family." She didn't mean that Syle never did...just that Dax was -always- there when help was needed. "I just don't kno anymore Syle, I really don't." The first time she's actually called him Syle too. "And just to top this off, the cherry on the goddamn top, Amara is Ashagi and the pack always goes to her! I'm the lead, I'm supposed to be there for them first. My goal in life was to help people out and see that gratitude like you aim for, but I can't do it anymore, I never get the chance. I only ever see blood and violence."

[18:56] OmartelDax Dragovar cocks a brow and looks up at the mention of his name in a few instances. Absently he brushes the hair out of his face and curls it behind his ear. He didnt have much to say this evening as he pulled out the long and thick handbook the MPD had given him. With a grunt he goes back to reading the rules...the many, many rules with a slight shake of his head.

[18:58] Akiel Martian shook his head, "..oi dun let Mitka or me'self get treated by Mara since oi found out..", he shook his head slowly, "..ye' be the only healer in the pack oi see and that one incident in the street dun count, Ayr walked off before oi could ask him ta help me ta the den n' oi could'ne get up alone..so unless ye' got yer'self some amazin' mucle mass in that wee form o' yer's..oi doubt ye' would'a carried me..", he snickered, shaking his head. Eyes narrowed, measure, "..Mara is a good lass, but oi dun agree with 'er..if the MPD started targetting Hybrids, oi throw me badge at the CHief so fast her head would spin.."

[19:03] Fluffy Snoodle couldn't help but to chuckle lightly at that, but the look on her face was still grave. "It doesn't seem to matter anymore. The medics are dying out from the pack anyways." She'd sigh and take a drag from her beer again before it'd get warm. "Life is just that way, huh? Always changing without notice. Sudden. We could all drop dead right here and no one would ever know what happened." The breeze from the open door would brush her hair against her face lightly, "Syle, I'm not as weak as I look. I can lift 250lbs, with effort, yes, but I can still do it. It irritates me...when the doctors from the MCMC think that they can push me away from my family and they can care for it themselves. The pack is supposed to stick together no matter what. We will help each other no matter what." That's just how it was though, never the way it should be.

[19:08] OmartelDax Dragovar puts his book down a moment and looks up, his gravelly voice not very loud at the moment, "Not to butt in...Im still new afterall. But I noticed that Tanner recently joined the Medics....and..its a very difficult proffession Fluff, not many are cut out for it. I know I couldnt. And it is very thankless at times, the ones you save normally unconcious when you save them... but.. medics are more important than anything else.. "grunts and shrugs his shoulders, "A soldier cant fight injured...easier to kill than to fix... I think people respect what you do more than you think. Just... isnt spoken outloud..." pauses a moment, as if he'd say more but grunts and shrugs his shoulder, going back to his handbook.

[19:08] Akiel Martian: "THat's nifty..", he smirked, impressed? Believe it, Syle always had a weakness for strong females, they were always the best breeders, "..well, oi aint the only one, so try n' hang in there Fluff..", he leaned over, bringing his right hand to cup her cheek if she'd allow it and wink, "..oi'll make ye a promise, from here on out, if ye' and the MC come at the same time, oi'll always pick ye over them, and if oi get the messanger signal from yer' phone sayin' it's on, n' ye' be around, ye'll always be the first oi'll call..", he gave a tilt of his head, "..how's that sound, lass?"

[19:09] Akiel Martian: "Dax be right, we need us some good healers, n' ye' one of the best.."

[19:15] Fluffy Snoodle continues to stare down to the bottle, even as Wolf would cup her cheek, "It just irritates me." She'd say with a quiet sigh. "Dax is right... I'm needed more than I think I am, though I think you guys know where I'm coming from for this." She'd finally set the bottle down and look from Wolf to Dax. "I appreciate it guys, and Wolf, you don't have to. I'd just like to know every once in awhile that I'm needed and I can't do that when I'm never called to help." She'd glance over to Dax, "And Dax, I know how you feel about medics. I remember talking to you about your past not too long ago." Her voice was quiet and she was indeed upset still. Anger running her veins like a poison that refused to go away. The grave look on her face plastered there like it would never come off, "I just wish people would show more respect to the ones that help them. The Beta and Alpha included in that. We're never thanked for all we do to help you all out."

"Don't forget your great guns, which are the most respectable arguments of the rights of kings." ~ Frederick the Great

IORY 2102 heads up a respectable train of steel hoppers to be loaded with stone at the Melvin Stone quarry east of Wilmington, OH. Here, the 2102 gets underway after receiving a track warrant (track authority for you easterners) from St. Albans dispatch from East Norwood to Blanchester. Remnant of the once rightful owner, the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, still exist with a pair of CPLs guarding the Oakley (foreground) and East Norwood (background) control points.

Available today, at Anthem event.

A dress, tailored for men and women alike!

The dress comes in 6 colors, each pack containing huds to change the color of the cravat, and lace.

The fatpack contains all colors to play with, for skirt and jacket.

There's only two sizes: Male, and female. please try a demo before buying, to make sure you like how it fits.Thank you!

TP to the event:

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Mason City to Spencer turn job K40 is heading back home for a 12-hour tie up after serving customers along former Milwaukee Road track. They also connect with another job at Spencer that makes a turn to the end of the line at Sheldon. They had a respectable 82-car inbound train on this frosty morning.

On the corner of Lawnmarket and Bank Street.

William Brodie (28 September 1741 – 1 October 1788), more commonly known by his prestigious title of Deacon Brodie, was a Scottish cabinet-maker, deacon of the trades guild and Edinburgh city councillor, who maintained a secret life as a burglar, partly for the thrill, and partly to fund his gambling.

By day, Brodie was a respectable businessman, member of the burgh council and deacon (or president) of the Incorporation of Wrights and Masons. Part of his job in building cabinets was to install and repair their locks and other security mechanisms and repair door locks. He also served on a jury. He socialised with the gentry of Edinburgh, meeting poet Robert Burns and the painter Sir Henry Raeburn. He was also a member of The Edinburgh Cape Club.

By day, Brodie was a respectable businessman, member of the burgh council and deacon (or president) of the Incorporation of Wrights and Masons. Part of his job in building cabinets was to install and repair their locks and other security mechanisms and repair door locks. He also served on a jury. He socialised with the gentry of Edinburgh, meeting poet Robert Burns and the painter Sir Henry Raeburn. He was also a member of The Edinburgh Cape Club.

At night, however, Brodie became a burglar and thief. He used his daytime job as a way to gain knowledge about the security mechanisms of his clients and to copy their keys using wax impressions. As the foremost wright of the city, Brodie was asked to work in the homes of many of the richest members of Edinburgh society. He used the illicit money to maintain his second life, including five children, two mistresses who did not know of each other, and a gambling habit. He reputedly began his criminal career around 1768 when he copied keys to a bank door and stole £800. In 1786 he recruited a gang of three thieves, Brown, Smith and Ainslie.

The case that lead to Brodie's downfall began later in 1786 when he organised an armed raid on an Excise office in Chessel's Court on the Canongate. Brodie's plan failed and Ainslie was captured. Ainslie agreed to turn King's evidence, to avoid transportation, and informed on the rest of the gang. Brodie escaped to the Netherlands intending to flee to the United States but was arrested in Amsterdam and shipped back to Edinburgh for trial.

The trial started on 27 August 1788. At first there was no hard evidence against Brodie before the tools of his criminal trade were found in his house; copied keys, a disguise and pistols. The jury found Brodie and his henchman George Smith, a grocer, guilty. Smith was an English locksmith responsible for a number of thefts, even stealing the silver mace from the University of Edinburgh.

Brodie and Smith were hanged at the Tolbooth on 1 October 1788, using a gallows Brodie had designed and funded the year before. According to one tale, Brodie wore a steel collar and silver tube to prevent the hanging from being fatal. It was said that he had bribed the hangman to ignore it and arranged for his body to be removed quickly in the hope that he could later be revived. If so, the plan failed. Brodie was buried in an unmarked grave at the Parish Church in Buccleuch. However rumours of his being seen in Paris circulated later and gave the story of his scheme to evade death further publicity.

Popular myth holds that Deacon Brodie built the first gallows in Edinburgh and was also its first victim. Of this William Roughead in Classic Crimes states that after research he was sure that although the Deacon may have had some hand in the design "...it was certainly not of his construction, nor was he the first to benefit by its ingenuity".

The dichotomy between Brodie's respectable façade, and his real nature inspired Robert Louis Stevenson to write The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Stevenson's father had furniture made by Brodie.

Deacon Brodie is commemorated by a pub of that name on Edinburgh's Royal Mile, on the corner between the Lawnmarket and Bank Street which leads down to The Mound, and a close (or alleyway) off the Royal Mile has been named after him. There is also a pub in Ward Road, Dundee named after him. A pub in New York City carrying his name sits on the south side of the famous west side 46th Street Restaurant Row between 8th Avenue and 9th Avenue, closer to 9th Avenue.

In 1975 publisher Hamish Hamilton published a book by Forbes Bramble about his life: The Strange Case of Deacon Brodie.

In 1997 a TV movie of the same name was made starring Billy Connolly.

Wild Spanish (origin) Mustangs of the Corolla Herd, on the Outer Banks (OBX) of North Carolina, USA. Photographed @ 240mm from a slow moving chartered vehicle as we keep a respectable distance so as not to disturb these magnificent, wild creatures.

This message is dedicated to some who will recognize themselves: "Doubt is the prerogative of intelligent people, idiots only have certainties."

We have all known an idiot or several ... they know everything better than others and only take pleasure in polluting the lives of others.

For those I have known:

The rain only wets idiots ... especially in photos

Wanting to be someone respectable is not given to everyone

That's what is said!

Another China picture. I wish I had done a whole kitchen series of all my relatives' kitchens!

So...bad news bears. Yesterday some shithead stole my wallet out of my zipped bag while I was back on campus at a respectable gelato cafe. I was PIIISSSSSSED. Not only did they get away with spending some $300 on two of my cards, they took my almost brand new kate spade patent leather wallet that I loooved. What really freaks me out is that they have my license and know where I live. What a traumatizing experience. >:[

Oh yes I am catching up on answering some of your questions over at formspring. Keep them coming! Inappropriate ones will be deleted.

Taken at respectable distance with 800mm lens and cropped to 15mp. She had seen something in the distance what caught her attention allowing me to click this look.

Credits:

Goddard Buggy from Elite Equestrian

Magical Orb Censor from Aii

Kitsune ears from Tentacio (gacha prize)

Respectable dress from Hotdog

Kisune hair from Limerence

Danse du voile effects from Nix Club

Windlight Satomi's 2016 Blue Nights

Mushroomeo and Julily's love could not been more darkly forbidden if it invoked the name of every Elder Being from here to eternity. His goth metal obsession, biker gang affiliations, and surly attitude would have fostered apprehension in the minds of most parents, not to mention a pair of mellow and respectable water nymphs, but none of this even came into consideration. As a Myconid, Mushroomeo was barred from any contact with water nymphs due to a centuries-long feud everyone had forgotten the reasoning behind. Julily's parents' efforts to “protect” her in the name of this feud were as vain as trying to hold...well, water. When she by chance had the house to herself, she invited him over to watch Netflix and chill a little before they eloped on his questionably legal motorcycle. A rash decision surely, but the power of their passionate love burned to overcome all barriers of class and ancient hatred; it would be eternal, in life or deat-

WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOTORCYCLE YOU TIN CANS

NOOOOOOOOOO

YOU RUINED IT

I CAN'T RIDE SOMETHING THAT'S NOT BLACK

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This is part of a building game the tagged builders played for fun that is similar to Symphony of Construction , but uses captions rather than musical compositions for a more laid-back execution. This is the starter build.

The caption given by Ultron32 to this build inspired Robots painted the Aliens Motorcycle purple by Dead Frog Inc.

Nearly a year ago at Brickcon 2015, Grant Davis handed me a purple barrel and motorcycle shell and charged me with the task of integrating them both into one build. I think he wanted me to do something creative with them; put them to uses other than their intended purposes?

Obviously I had no recourse but to use them for their exact intended purposes!

Here is another series of the Great Horned Owl family of 2022. I spent numerous hours during my 28 days of photographing and observing this amazing family. I was amazed, amused, sometimes a bit disgusted, and incredibly rewarded during my time with them. I was always at a respectable distance so I would not interfere with any normal activity or bother this family in any way. Being an ethical wildlife photographer is most important to me

We went out early one morning, before sunrise like any good, respectable photographer wannabe would do. :) It was freezing...at least to me. We were hoping to catch the famous "first rays of sun painting the barn red" but that is not what we got on this morning.

What we did get was the first rays of light lighting up the Tetons and clouds behind the barn and it was just beautiful! If you ever get the chance to go visit this place, do it. You won't regret it.

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Am 9. Februar 2014 fährt die jetzt abgestellte Re 4/4 11108 in noch ansehnlichem "Swiss-Express"-Outfit mit einem Extrazug durch den Bahnhof Burgdorf. Am Zugschluss läuft die Re 4/4 11300 mit.

On February 9, 2014, the now parked Re 4/4 11108 in still respectable "Swiss-Express" outfit runs with a special train through Burgdorf station. At the end of the train is Re 4/4 11300 running.

While politicians seem to fling dirt in efforts to distract voters and damage the integrity of their opponents, elephants have a much more useful and respectable reason for doing so. Elephants cover themselves in dirt to help protect themselves from the harsh rays of the sun. In essence, dirt and mud are an elephant’s sunscreen. Although their application isn’t exacting, it is not only effective but beautiful and fun to watch. This beautiful lady has just thrown a trunkful of dirt over her left shoulder and onto her back, putting on a wonderful display and surrounding herself in a dazzling halo of terra firma’s finest. #Elephants

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