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DD76 (J837TSC) receives a routeine check whilst DD87 (P419KSX) looks on....
OP82 (YJ57EHD) the first production Optare Solo SR is in the background.
Submitted to the Flickr group 7 Days of Shooting.
Part of the Little Dudes series, documenting the little dudes who live in my home.
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Daisy Mae does this every time we start setting up for dinner.
She stays like this till we are done and the table is cleared.
My morning routine seldom varies. I get up, put on a pot of coffee, feed the cats while it is making, and then retrieve my morning paper. Then I sit with a cup of coffee and the paper for perhaps half an hour, while I slowly wake up. I prefer not to talk to anyone for that first half hour.
Six days a week, I read the newspaper from front to back, looking at every page except those in the sports and advertising sections. On Sundays, though, I deviate and begin with the comics. Then I read the magazine sections and then randomly browse the rest of the paper. After my first cup of coffee, I usually eat something and then head for the shower. Inside the shower, a transformation takes place; I truly wake up and leave the room filled with energy and ready for the day. .
There is no routine without this routine: my morning coffee.
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After doing my routine night-before-Thanksgiving side dish prep, cooking and mashing butternut squash, mixing up a chip dip and making the stuffing so it would be ready to stuff in the bird early the next morning, I cleaned up the kitchen and finally went to bed. But I couldn't sleep. Kept waking up thinking about how I would manage cooking the things I wanted to cook while the turkey was in the oven. I wanted to make Toll House chocolate chip cookies but couldn't figure out how to do it at the same time.
Since I wasn't getting any sleep anyway, I decided to get up and... you guessed it... make the cookies!
I was so glad I did because I had a nice dessert to go with the pies that my son's girlfriend always makes.
And I have a small container of cookies left for late night snacks. I call them my 3:00 AM chocolate chip cookies!
ANSH133 6. Homemade
A photosequence for... a university project once again :P in which I depict the daily routine seen on feet...
Convincing a group of women who are in exercise gear to allow you to pull out a camera was an exercise in itself.
odc: routine
This old cleaning routing is up on the wall next to the upstairs binding room at York Road Library.
Daily
1 - Waste boxes to empty into sacks.
2 - Full sack to go downstairs
3 - Bindery floor swept also kitchen / staff room.
4 - Guillitine stick downstairs if full.
5 - Kitchen waste bine emptied (bin outside)
Weekly
1 - Front & Back steps swept
2 - Balcony / Landing sweep floor wash/
3 - Bindery window sills, presses, machinery dusted.
4 - Ladies + Gents toilet - Kitchen cleaned, Floor washed.
Monthly
1 - Front - Back Steps washed.
2 - Light shades cleaned / washed.
Wowza... today was spent trying to recover from working 3 night shifts in a row. I got a total of 14 hours of sleep in the past 72. Now I'm hoping to sleep tonight like a normal person.
This is simply an iPhone shot (using the Shake it app).
Photography thoughts for the day?
I like shots that give a glimpse of a routine moment... if they have a good "feel" to them. Meaning? When I look at this shot it gives me memories of the sounds and smells of a rainy winter day. In order to get this kind of shot I have to be willing to get the camera out and take shots that would seemingly be boring... and a lot of the time they are. But every now and then, one of them really captures what I'm after.
Day 2: The daily journeyman
Saturday, August 12th, 2017
Morning Routine
This week's prompt is "Morning Routine" for the Instagram project #portraitsofme. After a month off from blogging for this project, I am excited to be back! One very special part of my morning routine is taking a cup of fresh, hot, black coffee to my mom. I love that she lives a few steps away from us and that I can do this special thing for her most mornings. It's such a darling routine... the dogs hear the keys jangle as I take them off the key rack and they start prancing around my feet. As I pour a cup of coffee to take over, I have to hush the dogs because they go so excited to go to Nana's house. I quietly open our dining room slider and notice the breeze, the sunshine, and the morning sounds of the birds chirping. After unlocking her front door, I turn off her front porch light and creep into her room. Cricket and Kitty McGee are always arranged in some form or fashion around mom and they blink at me blearily as I set the cup down on my mom's little bedside table. Some mornings, she is still asleep and I try to leave quietly without waking her. Most mornings she is awake already and singing "Coffee Angel" as I enter her room. Sometimes we chat for a few minutes, sometimes I'm so foggy that I mumble a quick "good morning" then stumble back home for my own cup of coffee. It's a tradition that I love and adore and will always remember the rest of my life.
When the routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways,
taking different roads
im probably going to do the routine thing of going through my photos and deleting the ones i dont really like anymore... just thought id let u know..
im heading to the ER right now cuz of this weird rash thing on my skin (my normal doctors are closed). its probably nothing, but i get really paranoid about these types of things and quite frankly always feel like i might die with even the smallest of things (brought on by my LOVELY anxiety). Im heading to texas this week and am really scared about flying sooo well c how that goes... i had a dream my plane crashed last night.. sooo im a bit more anxious about things than usual...
This photo is in response to the 2019-P52 Group Week 4 prompt of "Routine"
This is a little routine I have to treating myself for making it through another pay period at work. I get paid every other Friday and on Saturday I take a trip about 15 miles away to a wonderful Asian market just to treat myself to these yummies. The round ones are Char Sui Bow and the Clover leave shaped one is a hotdog bun, though I am pretty certain there is nothing traditional Chinese about them I don't care they are fantastic.
To all out there Feb 5 2019 Happy Chinese New Year
Preparing the engine for the day's work.
Cass, WV - May 2012
Check the detail in the light box or on black.
spartans and Marine out in about for a routine run.
(gotta give thanks to the megabloks company for sending me the missing parts for the transport warthog. )
a solitary cloud hovers over a building in the process of being engulfed by the shadow of another, taller structure across the street. it is early afternoon in winter.
i was struck by this scene because of the shape of the balconies in the shadow as it fell on the smaller building. it is unusual, and somewhat threatening. it made me wonder what it is like to be downstream from a taller building during winter when the sun is low and the shadows it casts create this routine eclipse. do the residents of the shadowed building develop superstitious rituals? are they gripped by the awe of god?
perhaps they are more prone to melancholy and depression than their neighbors (they may even be owed compensation). nevertheless, i doubt they are aware of the unique beauty their unwitting participation in this seasonal occurrence has created for the rest of us. so let this image be a record of it.
People come and go.
Each and every day, they come and go.
The president and the prime minister come and go, too. Right through here.
Every day.
And the city just stands there, staring.
People ignore the city.
Still, it stares.
Lamps stare, too. They even try and shed light, but still...
People ignore the city.
And they come and go.
Every day.
One lamp gives up and embraces darkness. It hopes people notice.
People come and go.
The president and the prime minister come and go, too.
Every day.
Yet, no one notices.
It soon realizes nobody cares.
One after another, all the lamps give up.
Three go down in a row.
Two more die away.
Slowly, light goes by, darkness comes in.
Nobody cares about the city.
The city stopped caring about us.
Crew-7 astronaut Satoshi Furukawa in routine operations training at the Space Vehicle Mockup Facility on March 3, 2023. Credit: NASA/Riley McClenaghan
Woman Expression
Espressioni di donna in forma di movimenti, gesti, sguardi, momenti.
Se tra donne e uomini esistono differenze, tra queste c’è il modo attraverso il quale due generi si esprimono. Non è una scelta consapevole, si tratta di primordiale propensione. Gli uni utilizzano strumenti, suonano, costruiscono. Mentre per manifestare la propria interiorità, le donne non hanno bisogno d’altro che di loro stesse.
Quindi l’intento di ritrarre alcune sfaccettature di un diamante complesso, la donna, l’innato bisogno di esprimersi attraverso il corpo.
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