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A light cruiser employed by the UEF for patrolling the high seas.
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-Excuse the horrible photo quality. My black background still hates me. >.>
-For a 'something' that's being cooked up by some builders. (although not that thing that Soren is cooking up).
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Abandoned Abused Street Dogs.
Nikon D300 DX Camera.
Nikkor 70-300 VR Lens.
February 5th 2015.
Back Story ...........
Same Same, arriving early and feeding The Browns.
Cut through The DMZ on my way to feed The Leroy Crew.
Now this is where the term Same Same but Different takes place.
Instantly noticed Leroy was MIA. Funny thing was I saw him when first pulling into the temple grounds a half an hour earlier.
Tuff Guy and Girlfriend are racing circles around me while approaching the big drum.
GF was very excited knowing breakfast was about to be served.
Tuff Guy was more excited in GF then in the food. ???
Whats that say you ask ?
Well lets back up a little bit and I'll fill ya in .
Couple days back I noticed Leroy and TG were paying a lot of attention to GF, that's the back end and not the biting end.
Just to clarify that for you non dog people.
The "biting end" is where the teeth are.
The "back end" is where the tail is...... ;-)
Now today TG keeps trying to hump GF but GF keeps introducing him to the "biting end" !
Leroy wants to join the party but TG keeps introducing Leroy to his "biting end" !
OK, ya with me here ?
Is Girl Friend coming into heat ?
She wasn't flagging but something seems to be going on to attract so much attention from Leroy and TG.
So lets think about this, I've been caring for these dogs going on about 3 years and never once has GF come into heat !
That doesn't mean she won't come into season I mean stranger things happen out here all the time.
I'm trying to envision a bunch of Little Leroys and Tiny Tuff Guys, scary thought ! ..;-)
Anyway Leroy finally came sneaking in the back way and hurriedly jumped up on his bench in an effort to avoid TG.
All 3 were fed then Leroy split even before finishing his meal.
TG finished Leroys meal , go figure.
OK, In this photo is Honey, many may remember she is the head monks dog and always likes to spend a little quality time with me. The Red Chair is where I briefly sit while doing that activity.
GF and TG are off to my left trying to work out their new love arrangement .
Leroy is standing further away wishing he could win GF's affection.
Thank You.
Jon&Crew.
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Please No Awards or Group Icons.
I'll come back to answer all your replies in a few hours.
Right now I'm super busy being a one man band ........ ;-)
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I simply zoomed in to get this shot of the U.S. Bank Tower. This building stands on Bunker Hill. I used my polarizing filter here too.
WEEK 40 – Hdo WM, Post-Remodel, Set IV
From that same vantage point, here’s a view turned more to the right, allowing us a good overview of the open front area of the grocery department. Notice anything different between the previous pic and this one? If any of you noticed the lighting… good eye, you’re exactly right! When the remodel was underway, new lights were installed above produce, replacing the previous spotlight fixtures… and they were placed quite low. As in, blocking-all-the-department-signage low. That seemed odd, but I assume the idea was simply the lower the light placement, the better illumination of the produce. However, someone must have either given up on that idea or realized that the sign blockage was not a good look, because the lights were raised up sometime not long prior to the date that this photo was taken on in late January 2018 (if I remember correctly, that is).
(c) 2018 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)
Nikonos V - Nikkor 35 f/2.5 - Fujicolor Superia X-tra 400 - Cinestill Cs-41 - dslr scan - Negative Lab Pro
Today is my spiritual birthday; I'm three.
I never could have imagined how much God has transformed my life in the last three years. Amazing.
"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."
We're still in the same garden as yesterday's photo...
An interesting Fuchsia tit-bit: Wikipedia notes that... "the majority of Fuchsia species are native to Central and South America.
However, a small additional number are found on the Caribbean Island of Hispaniola (two species), in New Zealand (three species) and on Tahiti (one species)."
Thanks so much for the very kind and encouraging comments beneath this photo...! Your support is very greatly appreciated.
The same subject as the previous photo, now with the zoom effect during exposure.
Shot at a wider angle - hence the the bright moon looking like a meteor and the appearance of the blue Singapore Flyer (Wheel).
Jasper Jean Bus Services Inc.
Volvo B8R Low Entry Bus
Autodelta Coach Builders, Inc.
Bicol Isarog Transport Service Inc. 803
Volvo B8R (in DMMW DM16S2 Body)
Del Monte Motor Works, Inc.
feeling rather worn out today.
i did a bunch of shopping last night... feeling pretty good for where I am at. I have a bit more to do but the lion share is done. Need to get some wrapping done. I'm usually a late and indecisive shopper so it feels good to be getting close to done. if i don't stay up late on christmas eve... total win.
Same place as previous shot but 13 minutes earlier. The colours and shapes were quite diferent. This one a 3 shot panorama.
... same location as my previous image, now inside the small ruin.
Light from outside helps to illuminate the
window parts. Inside the ruin, it was complete dark ( exluded the windows parts ).
To give a contrast to the warm orange tones i lighted the walls with my flashlight and a blue gel, only the statue in front without gel.
This time, only one exposure.
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Call on me
I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
Forever it's you
Forever in me
Ever the same
same but different.
shot by Diego Cupolo, found in the CC group.
www.flickr.com/photos/diegocupolo/3866006110/in/pool-8099...
textures by les Brumes and Jenny
thank you for sharing:)
This is Victoria in a tshirt she got from her big sister. She was about 2 in the picture on the left and 16 on the right.
Chillin; I had work today from 12-5 then came home and we did our usually hanging out in our room on our bed texting,watching tv, and on the computer.
St Mary, Diss, Norfolk
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
Robert Herrick, To the Virgins, to make much of Time, 1648
If I was asked which town out of all of those I have visited is most typical of Norfolk, then I would certainly say Diss. It is ancient, quirky, predominantly working class. Its people are friendly yet reticent, politically conservative, socially liberal, welcoming but uncompromising. Its architecture is utilitarian, with glimpses of sudden loveliness that make you gasp.
Betjeman loved Diss above all East Anglian towns, and often said he was more proud of being president of the Diss Society than of being Poet Laureate. His friend Mary Wilson, a minor poet and wife of the Prime Minister of the day, had been brought up in Diss; he wrote to her: Dear Mary, yes, it will be bliss, to go with you by train to Diss...
In the 1970s, there was a local lobby for Diss to be the centre of regional government in the east of England, sitting as it does exactly halfway between Norwich and Ipswich. Whitehall smiled and nodded, and then sensibly opted for Cambridge, reasonably considering that one shouldn't allow such things as regional government to get too far out of ones grasp.
Diss became a backwater in the 17th and 18th centuries, and no major fire led to its rebuilding like Bungay, Beccles and other places in the Waveney valley. Because of this, Diss is second only to Sudbury in having more surviving medieval houses than any other town in East Anglia of its size. The other feel of the place is 19th century, because Diss was a railway town, and still is. Tudor and Victorian architecture is a happy combination, and Diss retains narrow streets and cobbled yards that have been bulldozed elsewhere.
More recently, European money has funded a major refurbishing of the Mere area (did I mention that Diss is the only market town in England built around a large lake?) and the town is also taking part in CittaSlow, a European-led project for small towns which aims to keep fast cars and fast food out, making the streets safe for pedestrians, pavement cafes and good food. And right in the heart of the town, hemmed in by narrow streets and leaning 16th century buildings, is the great church of St Mary.
The massive rebuilt Victorian chancel detracts from the nave, but this is also huge, and largely the product of the late 15th century. The attention to detail on the buttresses is remarkable. Every one has a pedestal in the form of an animal that once supported an image of a Saint. It must have been quite a sight. The 14th century tower has a processional archway through the base, as at St Peter Mancroft in Norwich, and like that church this one also has a wooden fleche turret surmounting the tower, dating from 1906.
This, then, is a grand, urban church, central and essential to the townscape. Its churchyard is crossed by pathways that lead between the market square and the houses beyond the church; there is constant pedestrian traffic. Like all great urban churches St Mary is open all day, everyday, and is well-used. Not once have I ever been alone inside.
Being a grand, urban church, I am afraid that St Mary is almost entirely Victorianised. I do not know who the architect was, but I thought I detected the hand of Richard Phipson, responsible for the refurbishment of St Peter Mancroft and the complete rebuilding of St Mary le Tower in Ipswich. He would have been diocesan architect at the time, so whatever plans were made here would have passed through his hands in any case. There are a few medieval survivals - but very few. They are exquisite little panels of 15th and 16th century glass, handily set in the west window of the south aisle so you can get them out the way before you enter into the Victorianism of it all. A pretty girl wears a garland of flowers. A bearded man sits in a chair. A crowned woman in a kennel headdress gazes up piously. A Madonna and child, so faded as to be transparent, to be barely there. They are the ghosts of medieval Diss.
There are two piscinas in the south aisle, one of them 13th century, about four metres short of the east end, and a 15th century one further east. The first piscina obviously marks the end of the original aisle before the 15th century extension.
Everything else is post-Reformation. This is essentially an Anglican church. There is a remarkable decalogue board on the west wall which I take to be 18th century, but the overwhelming impression here is of the 1860s and 1870s, which brought the grand sanctuary and east window, the furnishings and, most of all, the glass. Every window in the nave is filled with the work of Ward & Hughes at their most imposing. Pevsner thought it was terrible, but actually there are a few details that are worth selecting, for taken in isolation they look like illustrations in a Victorian children's book, and are quite charming.
The glass in the chancel is quite something else. It is by Francis Oliphant, and Pevsner considered it an important work, the scenes of the nativity and the entombment in particular. There are a couple of other very interesting 19th century windows in the chancel and south aisle chapel, but unfortunately some of the best, including another Oliphant, were removed in 1980 in an attempt to make the chancel lighter.
A couple of curiosities. There are a number of late 19th and early 20th century brasses around the walls, as if this was a significant local industry in those days. The Camden Society at Cambridge had assumed that there would be a memorial brass revival on the scale of the stained glass revival. This of course did not happen, but two of the best are here, one signed by Weyer & Co of Norwich.
There is a large early 18th century tombchest in the north aisle to one Richard Burton. The lengthy inscription is worth a read. Basically, it says that he left a hundred pounds, and the interest of this was to go to the parish for the work of maintaining his tomb. Any money left over was to be given to the poor of Diss. However, if his executors felt that the tomb was not being maintained, then the job and the money were to default to the parish and poor of neighbouring Roydon instead. Hedging his bets still further, Burton's inscription then goes on to say that if Roydon isn't up to the job, then the benefit will fall to Bressingham, the next parish out.
To finish, it is worth saying that Diss is as proud as any small town is of its famous son and daughters. An expansion in housing around the town in the last fifteen years has left plenty of scope for naming new roads. The aforementioned Betjeman, Wilson, Manning and Burton have all been immortalised. Other commemorated Diss people include another Poet Laureate, John Skelton, probably the most idiosyncratic voice of 16th century poetry. He was renowned for his compassion, and his enthusiasm for inventing words; Keats and Auden both claimed debts. He was Catholic parish priest here for thirty years in pre-Reformation days. He once stood in the pulpit and held up what the church guide charmingly calls a 'love-child', claiming it as his own, and defying the congregation to find fault with it, its mother or with him.
John Wilbye, the Elizabethan composer of madrigals, came from Diss. Thomas Paine is more usually associated with Thetford where he was born, but he lived in Diss for twenty years, and perhaps learned his radical politics here, for Diss in the 18th century was a hotbed of non-conformism. A mark of how civilised this town is can be seen even out in the anonymous roads of the new estates, where many of the street signs include a brief explanation of the person or event the road is named after. Living in Diss must be an education in itself.
SAME " SAMETTO V " Power 25 Cv
Proprio vicino dove lavoro e alcuni secondi prima di entrare in fabbrica per il secondo turno ci stava questo scatto !
Right near where I work and a few seconds before entering the factory for the second round there was this shot!
Gardolo TRENTO ITALY
14.02.2011