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Typical view through scope, front of house across lake. On occasion, pigs and coyotes dare to wander here, though deer are usually safe.
First time its been clear enough to actualy try a 60 pane mosaic with my DMK21 camera and it works a treat :-)
Please look at full size image or you are wasting your time haha !
This took almost 2 hours to manually align all 60 panes and another hour to process for the surface detail. I inverted the image to really pull the surface detail out and if you look at the full size image you will see why.
Image was taken through my Lunt LS60THa solar scope. I used a revelation astro 2.5X barlow with a long extension tube between the camera to boost the focal length. Camera used was a DMK21AU618 and each pane is made up of 500 frames stacked in registax 6.
Final processing done in photoshop CS5.
My scope and a signed Spencer Tunick card. Inside is a little picture of me naked on Folkestone seafront!
Northern forest-steppe fields and ravines within the area of one of the greatest medieval battles in Russian history
The second Mech I post on Flickr is Scope Dog Custom.
I tried to make 'Scope Dog' with the original. But the other Armored Troopers were cool too and mixed together at once.
So I named it 'Scope Dog Custom.'
The head and legs are referred to as 'Scope Dog' and 'Shadow Flare' etc.
I also expressed the folding shape which is characteristic of the Armored Trooper. This was a very laborious task, which made it less durable.
I will continue to modify this 'AT' and improve the details.
Thank you.
The second Mech I post on Flickr is Scope Dog Custom.
I tried to make 'Scope Dog' with the original. But the other Armored Troopers were cool too and mixed together at once.
So I named it 'Scope Dog Custom.'
The head and legs are referred to as 'Scope Dog' and 'Shadow Flare' etc.
I also expressed the folding shape which is characteristic of the Armored Trooper. This was a very laborious task, which made it less durable.
I will continue to modify this 'AT' and improve the details.
Thank you.
Pentax MZ-60 + SMC Pentax-FA 28-90mm 1:3.5-5.6 with Ilford XP2. C-41 Processed and Scanned by Digital Photo Express Carlisle. Dumfries July 2021
Sheryl, our guide to the Chilkoot Valley from Haines had several spotting scopes which she would set up at our stops so those without long lenses or binoculars could get some close-up views. Shot this with my phone using her scope.
The Snowy Egret lands on this rock and starts to scope out the area where he's going to hunt.
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Usual designed for the Steyr AUG Series.
It is possible to use the 3X on a secret KR-25 Version.
3 times magnification.
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Inspired by the Steyr AUG A3 Special Forces Rifle Sight
3-30-14
Telescope:
Stellarvue SV105T Apochromatic Triplet Refractor
Finder/Guide Scope:
Stellarvue SV50A ED Apochromatic Doublet Refractor
Mount/Tripod:
Celestron CGEM-DX
Cameras:
Canon EOS 60D
QHYCCD IMG0H
The window of Strange cargo in Folkestone with some of the scopes on display. Exhibition runs until 3rd June 2014.
www.culture24.org.uk/places-to-go/museums-at-night/art474...
A very cute scope, if I may say so myself :D
Spawns at 100 (preset size) in the middle of the screen.
Not recolorable.
Scope cover can be taken off after 1 ungroup.
Please credit me for my work :)
~ Shockwave
Stereoscopic View Card c. 1890
The dredger was later re-named 'Gilbertson'
Built in 1886 by Fleming and Ferguson Ltd. Paisley for £18,764
Sold: 1927 to Workington Harbour for £7,756. Finally broken up on the Clyde in 1935.
Named after Alderman William Gilbertson
My oscilloscope clock displays the current time. The buttons on the front access the menu system (which I have not completed at this time). The knobs on the side control the CRT brightness, focus, size, and position.
RVP100 【X-process】 , Abelson Scope Works / Speck Scope + 6x9Filmback
The Venetian Macao is a hotel and casino resort in Macau owned by the Las Vegas Sands corporation. The Venetian is a 40-story, $2.4 billion anchor for the 7 hotels on the Cotai Strip in Macau. The 10,500,000-square-foot (980,000 m2) Venetian Macao is modeled on its sister casino resort – The Venetian in Las Vegas – and is the largest single structure hotel building in Asia and the fifth-largest building in the world by area.
The main hotel tower was finished in July 2007 and the resort officially opened on August 28, 2007.The resort has 3000 suites, 1,200,000 sq ft (111,000 m2) of convention space, 1,600,000 sq ft (149,000 m2) of retail, 550,000 square feet (51,000 m2) of casino space – with 3400 slot machines and 800 gambling tables and a 15,000 seat arena for entertainment/sports events.
Microfossils in the sediments in tidal wetlands along the estuaries of the Pacific Northwest provide evidence of the amount of subsidence that occurred during earthquakes along the Cascadian Subduction Zone over the centuries.
These two grad students are scoping a wetland along the Nehalem River Estuary, to find locations to take cores for further studies.
I loved the usability of this generation of old Tektronix oscilloscopes. They retained the responsive, intuitive analog controls, but added enough digital smarts to be really useful.
And sometimes they made me laugh, like today, when I had the opportunity to use one again, for the first time in a couple of decades.
I don't think this one has any fun easter eggs in it though.
using hp 3312A funct generator (AM sweep) and tektronix 2225 analog scope. camera is oly e3 and 50-200swd
The Night John Lennon Died Chapter One by Charles Gregory
When I think back to those days in the early winter of 1980 I have to think much further back to the 60s and 70s to understand my loyalty to John Lennon in particular, not so much the Beatles per se, but later George Harrison also would have an important impact on my life as it was he who introduced me to a guru from India, Paramahansa Yogananda, by means of a book about George written by Geoffery Giuliano. Getting back to Lennon, I suppose my use of psychedelics played a huge roll in my placing John at the helm of the good ship Lollipop. As I recall, it may have been Dec 15 1969 when that big poster WAR IS OVER if you WANT IT in big letters with smaller letters and the words Happy Christmas John and Yoko was placed as a billboard at the corner of Eglinton and Weston Road, remember it was on the roof of that divey long restaurant on the south west corner, it had terrible booths and flourescent lighting, it was across Weston Road from the Church of the Good Shepherd and just before Jerry McGuires Mt Dennis body shop, in whose backyard I used to ditch the undelivered Mt Dennis newspapers. Anyways, that sign had a big influence on me, the sheer determination in the words the scope of those words. I mean, they are very impactful even today. There definitely was a psychological reaction and I believe though I have not read this elsewhere that the Lennons, John and Yoko and their team must have done a fair bit of research on this configuration of words and block lettering before having their world wide message installed. I recall laying in a empty lot covered in fresh snow alongside a young girl whom I was flirting with at the time (name withheld to protect the innocent) and the two of us making snow angels down by the new apartments on Emmett Avenue. The acid was good in those days, it totally freed me from thinking in a normal way, at times, I wonder if I am still high on it, as there has been a lasting effect, at least for me.
Lennon of course was like a God to me, yet today they whittle away at his imperfections which is hard to tolerate but probably true, just that back then, well, the press never told the truth, did they. Were they afraid of the power his wealth brought him, of his lawyers perhaps, if they even whispered that he and Yoko had a hankerin for a bit of smack now and then. Though it was much better for the race that we didn’t know that or god knows how many more smack users there would be, or better said, would have been, as sadly is the case with heroin use many of them died, including good friends of mine, from the Keele and Eglinton corner. Besides authors, I can’t think of anyone more influential in my life than John Lennon. He took it on himself after those Beatles years to write some intelligent, effective lyrics, Working Class Hero would be one of them, Instant Karma another, Mind Games, Imagine, one could easily compile a list of ‘motivational material’ that had its inception in his writings. Whether he took his role to play on earth more seriously is a discussion that musical experts may have, I am not in their league of wisdom.
And then, when those days were over, life became life as it is wont to do. University didn't quite work out, there was no discipline, or better said, no one to discipline myself and my behaviours, the drink and in more moderation hashish got me through, as well as a $1500. grant 'to go to school' the other part, I can’t recall how much a student loan went right to the school for tuition translate Professors fees. My friend and I Pete Kalci spent all our grant money in less than a month on booze in 71/72 at the U of Windsor where, fresh trappings made for a past less existence where one could if they wish start a new life. You could look up my story A Scholar for more details in the book The Bracelet available on PDF if so wished. I'm rushing here but I think it is worth the words. After school came a half year of more abuse at home at 121 Humber Blvd apartment #1313,, by you know who, and then a short rescue by friends Boomer and TJ who took me in when home life became impossible, their apartment was at Rochdale College where studies in drink and smoke were at the forefront. It is a bit of a blur, but after 6 weeks ill with some form of a hepatitis disease that makes your eyes yellow, I recall finishing my period of non-drink by poking someones eye with a beer bottle in a boozecan in the building on the first night of my release from doctors care, can I even recall why I did that? I am sure that I was not the antagonist even though my skull was cracked open by a large Galiano bottle and I was taken away for stitches. Anyways the buildings governing body kicked me out and I found myself living in a lovely flat in one of those grand homes on one of those fancy streets off of Bloor where I think some speed helped me envision men climbing the telephone poles and tapping my phone, the funny thing is I never had a phone! A plan was hatched to borrow a grand from a fellow and buy large quantities of pot, hash, mescaline, minute amount of coke which was making itself known and hire a helper to carry the drugs onto a plane and fly to Windsor to sell them to my school chums.
It was all going quite well in Windsor where if you laid a line or two out all sorts of doors would open that were previously closed to you. All manner of persons was glad to share their school grant money for a few grams of primeau hashish, and introductions followed to sell bigger and more of that lovely product. When I went home after a day of selling weed and such substances, briefcase in hand, I thought, looking quite spiffy like a Canadian Tony Montana in Scarface when I noticed these people sort of hiding in the corridors and on the phone in the Holiday Inn downtown where we were staying. They weren't miraculous apparitions as I found out when I entered the room and the 'helper' was not there to let me in, instead I was met by a couple of polyester suited narcos who pointed their guns at me, at least I knew better than to fight with someone holding a gun and pointing it at me. Suddenly there were four more of them all males, the ones who had been pretending to be on the elevator and talking on the lobby phones, the gig was up.
At the archaic Windsor Jail, I gave my religion as being Taoism from an Ancient Chinese variety of worship of the Natural. I can't specifically recall how long I had been high, but I would imagine it could have been close to three years. It took me six weeks to come down, and down I did when I awoke one morning, head shaven and on the Blue Goose bus motoring along the quatre zero un towards the O.R. in Guelph Ontario, at least I would be closer to home and the odd friend would come and lay a chunk of hash on me from time to time in the visiting room and if lucky a book by Herman Hesse. See more of these lock up adventures in the Bracelet under the title The Firehydrant. PDF available again on request.
Chapter Two The Night John Lennon Died by Charles Gregory
You, get the picture, like Lennon, I also had grown up, I was a dad now, a married man, there were more expectations of me than the single version had to deal with. Love can be a peculiar word. I think my relationship with Julia all these fourty seven years was a godsend, that is well known, who knows what turns I may taken had if we not been together sharing, our often unspoken love and respect for each other. Though there have been a few tense moments as there are in all long term relationships. I am the lucky one I often tell myself this.
This night that John Lennon died December 8, 1980 is crystal clear in my memories. Late in the fall we had moved back to Toronto from a home in Hastings Ontario. We had almost a year off, we had purchased a run down small cottage and rebuilt the insides, the entire time Julia was carrying Christine not quite to term as she developed Toxemia and was hospitalized prior to our plan for a natural birth, and a good thing to, as that Toxemia can take you out if not treated. Oh, I remember being in the waiting room where I had no idea what our life was going to be like after a child was born. And, I was right as everything changed. My friends Jack Hamilton (big jack) and Dave Wellwood (pee wee) came up to their cottage which was just down the road on Cedar Drive in Hastings. Jack drove into town a few blocks away and bought the thickest TBone steaks right from the butcher, and we cooked them up on char broiled BBQ and drank a ton of beers. The next day Jack lent me his shiny black four door Parisienne to go pick Julia and Christine up at the hospital. I remember pulling up to the front of the now demolished building, parking in a designated spot and the three of us made our way down via an elevator to the main doors to the waiting fancy car. We had a brand new baby seat, to put Christine in, she hardly weighed five pounds after she and Julia spent an extra week in the hospital getting healthier from the scare of Toxemia!
All this company came to celebrate and visit us in our tiny one bedroom home. It didn’t hurt matters that we were on the Trent river, that had lots of fish in it, pickerel, bass, both types large and small mouth and muskellunge, and geez we had a lot of company on the weekends, including my mom Gisele who got a ride up in the Chlroide company van with Shane, my brothers Shane and Kevin, other friends from Mt Dennis including Paul Einboden aka Hime, Glen Kyle, Larry Cartwright and Julias family that consisted of her sister Darleen who had a newborn son Danny and her ten or so year old son Kevin, her mom Joan and her husband Bert Julias dad. The house was tiny, I mean really really tiny, there was a couch in the living room that we picked up off the side of the road, I recall the brown vinyl it was made of, fortunately it pulled out so there was somewhere other than tents for people to sleep. The weekdays were quieter, but every weekend there was company, the likes of Moose and Carol and their two kids who were five and three, Pete Brennan and his squeeze, Frank Herbert and Kay Lie. Big Bob Butler and his wife Carol lived over by Frankford not to far away and some weekends he would come and set up his DJ equipment and blare music through gigantic speakers set up on a folding banquet table along with thousands of cassettes, cassettes were the thing back then! It was loud enough that Charlie the Hastings town cop came over one night parked his cruiser, walked over and politely asked if we could turn it down. Which we did of course.
Now I am told that when Chris was young she had colic, which I do not recall as every night after dinner I would hop in the tin boat and pull the rip cord on the 18HP Johnson outboard motor and soar down the river towards the islands and troll for muskie and the other fish that lived there. Now and then I would get a good one, the nicest I recall was a 22 pound Muskie that several of us posed with when caught and later over the years others posed with it, friends like Don Schmidt and Paul Smith and and John the Count and George Holmes as well posed with it. When I got home from fishing, the baby was asleep and after a bit of TV and some snack of milk and cookies we would go to bed in the tiny bedroom so small that we had to install a pocket door so the cradle would fit in there with us.
Our dog Zorba had some harsh blood in him as one of his parents went by the name of Boogie, and Boogie would know if you were afraid of him. Now and then the musician Ronnie Peters would come over for beers and that dog did not want him to go near the bedroom when Julia was in there prior to Christines birth, he’d growl just under his breath and show a handsome fierce looking set of teeth…in fact, that dog had a big mean spell and from time to time when I wanted to go into the bedroom his growl also prevented me from going in to my own bed! We quickly realized that dog had to go, or the baby might be in danger, through the local pound we found him a job as a security dog at a scrap yard, a place he was well suited to. That day I had to take him to the pound, is quite clear. Albert Julias dad was with me, he came up through the week prior to me picking Julia up at the hospital, we drove into Peterborough and went to the Humane Society. I was not in a good way, this nice young lady at the reception desk was asking me things, like, “how old is the dog, is he friendly, is he trained, has he had his shots” and so on and I just looked at her and handed her his leather lead and left, keeping the manly tears from rolling down my cheeks, Bert who was sitting in the olive green two door Mercury just looked at me and we went to the hospital. It had to be done. I had asked Ronnie who grew fields of pot and lived on a farm not far away at Jermyn Line if he would take the dog, his reply sort of explains it all, he said, “well geez Charlie, I could use a good dog, but that dog of yours he seems to have a bad attitude about some things me being one of them” he was right the dog had to go. If you ever had to get rid of a dog you will know how I felt. Years earlier while living in Toronto I was training the dog at the Dominion Store on Eglinton Avenue near Islington, we were on a grassy lawn the size of half a foot ball field. An elderly man wearing a spy rain coat, tan in colour and a fedora walked within twenty yards of us, I thought the dog was going to attack him, I got there in time to put his lead on and apologized. When we were rebuilding the cottage a neighbour would come and help with the electrical wiring and boxes, one day his son Allen just came barging into the house, innocently, shouting ‘dad, supper is ready’ and well Zorba went for him but I stopped him in time. Times like this, I wanna listen to Fred Eaglesmith sing his song, He’s A Good Dog.
The notion of driving thirty or so miles to work did not sit well with me. I refused to work in the bar game any longer, after numerous attempts on my life at clubs in Toronto, the last time facing guns during an angry confrontation at the Seaway Beverly Hills Hotel. The following day, some friends of ours had been found dead at Weston Road and Lawrence, maybe four of them, I had known two of the men quite well, Bill the Greek and his younger brother Paul, yes, they were all involved in the drugs trade in one way or another. The murderers were convicted and sent to prison. I was lucky that when it was my turn to speak in court a lawyer of my friend Mark Goodine spoke to the judge informing him I was a hostile witness and I did not have to testify nor did my co worker Shoesy. Though Mark was later killed himself a while later in a nasty way, I am grateful that that day he kept me off the stand. My days were numbered in Toronto. But, I had no idea I would have to drive to either Peterborough or Port Hope or Cobourg to find work to support the family, to pay the bills. I know I missed a job as the school janitor at the Hastings elementary, that would have been great, then my application to work for Nicholson tools located in Port Hope was almost successful, but that never panned out. The limited amount of funds we had earned selling our home in Toronto were being used up much to quickly. For example our plans to expand the home floundered when our cash flow got low, we did manage to put a twenty by twenty concrete foundation wall up and the boards on top to hold framing, but we went broke much quicker than I had anticipated, than either one of us anticipated. To avoid total collapse of our economy we moved back to Toronto, a few days at first at Pete and Janets home on Horsham Ave until we found a basement apartment on Sunfield Avenue in the Keele and Shepherd area. We put the Hastings property up for sale, but high interest rates were stalling the idea of a quick sale.
Someone, Pete again suggested I put in an application at the City of North York to work in the ice rinks for the winter. I did that and was hired on and quickly learned a lot of new things. How to maintain an artificial ice rink, first at a local pad with two warming areas in the Keele and Mapleleaf area of town. It was a big improvement on the rink at Pearen Park that I had played on as a boy, but it was the same idea, a side for pleasure skating and another side for hockey players. The facility was open from noon till ten or nine PM daily seven days a week. The ice had to be shoveled often and those who were playing would do it most of the time. At nights end I had to give it a good scrape, there was a snow blower if needed which was seldom. A long rubber hose was used to flood the ice. That work would be completed by 10PM, we got paid to be there until midnight, but I would just lock up and go home by 11 as the supervisor had already been by to check in that things were OK. The idea was that North York would first assign you to one of these easy to maintain places to see if they thought you were suited to working in a bigger arena. It was great, from time to time Jake Nash would come by, he was working for a chip company back then and he would show up, after hours with a mickey of whiskey to share gulps with me and shoot the breeze, at the time he was still dating Julias sister Darleen. The pay was good, I forget exactly how much, perhaps twelve bucks an hour, a shift premium, not many weekends off, but shit, I was happy to be able to look after the family.
After a month at Maple Leaf the city sent me to work at Victoria Park arena in the Victoria Park and Eglinton area of the city. I had no idea that North York was such a large area, much larger than my home township The Borough of York. At the new rink our boss was from Ireland, accent and all. He wore the North York uniform day and night, his first name was Danny, but you could not call him that, you had to call him Mr Briginns. At first they put me on midnight shift which I did not like, and I told him so even though it risked my new career. The next shift change they had me on days which was Ok cause you could learn things and see what was going on in the different departments that are within an ice rink, such as the stands, and the ice plant, and the operation of the Zamboni machine and so on. For the most part they had me cleaning up and I learned from a bunch of lazy bums how not to work, while being at work. I had more initiative than that and the foreman took me under his wing so to speak to make sure I made no bad habits. Days went by quickly, the most difficult issue was driving to work in this vast township. At the time there were two television shows that were made quite a fuss by some people who used the TV to medicate their lives, one was called Dallas, the other Knotts Landing. We watched both shows and it was to my benefit that the boss Dan also liked Dallas as he would ask me how the show went the odd time he missed a Friday night episode. The stands for spectators at the Victoria Park arena could accommodate about a thousand people and there were Junior B teams and Triple A teams that could easily fill the stadium. I took pride in keeping the stands clean and it wasn’t too long before I was being trained on the operation of the Zamboni. I was fine on the Zamboni with all its switches and levers until one day I got sent out to clean the ice when there were people in the stands. I found that unusually intimidating and I gently rammed the corners, as I had not slowed down enough when coming to the turns. You had to be quick with your hands, especially when you were leaving the ice and had to lift the back end, the water maker up as you pulled away from the gates and into the Zamboni bay. There was a lot to learn, but generally speaking I was catching on.
With a rent and a mortgage to pay on the cottage our funds were pretty tight. Some of the guys at the Beverly Hills heard we were back in town, one of them sent over a ham, an envelope contained some money, it was well appreciated. We were so poor, I recall one time being at the strip mall at Keele and Shepherd and finding a green twenty dollar bill! There were so many things that money could buy, we opted to get Julia a good haircut which pretty much used it up, that’s how poor we were. We could just barely meet our commitments, rent, gas for the car to get me to work, food for the three of us, the Hastings property monthly mortgage was around $200, every week I needed a case of beer, we lived week to week like many people do. There was nothing left for luxuries like going to the show or out for dinner or even picking up a pizza. Yet this was an alright situation for us and we were surviving, grateful to be able to pay our bills. Work was going well, I got transferred to the ice rink at Flemingdon Park where I got along well and my initiatives paid off as I had been told that they were going to offer me a full time position as a cleaner in one of the cities community centres once the ice rinks closed in the spring.
Julia and I were watching the television around 10pm on the night of December 8, 1980. There was a knock at the side door of the house we lived in at 34 Sunfield Road, North York. Two police detectives in suits showed me their badges and asked to come down to the living area of the apartment. They were there to charge me with the assault of one David Baker earlier in the evening. Julia protested and said this isn’t true as I had not left the house since getting home from work at five pm. Never the less I was charged with assault and released on my own recognizance with instructions to attend court in the future which would be sent to me via mail. This was ridiculous, just a blatant miscarriage of justice as I had been home all evening playing with Christine who was now 8 months old and she would take pleasure in scooting along the vinyl floors of the long apartment while in a kids wheeled walker. Every now and then we would give her a spin and send her towards the other end of the apartment, at one point, the floor dipped and acted as a propellant for the apparatus. She’d laugh and make her way back to us in the living room, from time to time being diverted in the kitchen where we would find her almost right in the kitchen cupboards playing with the pots and pans.
Bewildered by the odd set of circumstances I made a call to my brother Shanes place and found out that he had also been charged with assault and he knew that our older brother Alex and our brother Kevin had also been charged. We were stunned Julia and I sitting there in our little apartment, but not as stunned as the millions of fans of John Lennon were when it was announced during the nightly news that he had been shot and killed in New York City outside of the Dakota apartment building while returning home from a musical session. Our own issues clouded the feelings we should have been having upon hearing this sad news. Understandably I was upset with my predicament, with the police insistence that I had been somewhere else my poor wife being called a liar her words not being taken as the truth, and there was nothing we could do about it. The cops left, I had to get to bed as I was on day shift the next day at the Victoria Park rink. A week later a notice came in the mail to appear in court in an Etobicoke courtroom in March of 1981, much quicker than a trial today would take today. By this time we had found out that our sister Suzannes boyfriend, one David Baker had been badly assaulted in downtown Toronto and it was he that put the finger on the Gregorys.
Shane and I had our suspicions as to who may have beat this guy up, but we kept that to ourselves, we knew though, that is wasn’t he or I. Alex was just to spun out to have such a conversation with. Kevin lived downtown, hung around down town, knew lots of people downtown. Apparently it was a pretty serious beating, Baker ended up in the hospital while he mended from broken bones and cuts, someone even said that acid had been thrown on him. I would have to say he deserved a beating as he had been physically and mentally abusing our schizophrenic sister for a few years, if I am not mistaken he had done some foul thing to one of their children that thankfully the Childrens Aid had acted quickly on.
The court date came and the four of us appeared in court, no lawyers, the Crown prosecutor asked how we were going to plead, in unison we all said, Not Guilty Your Honour. The Judge asked the Crown prosecutor to present the evidence, the detectives Fric and Frac who had charged me and my brothers huddled with the Crown briefly. After which the Crown faced the Judge and said, “your Honour at this time the prime witness in our case one David Baker has not made an appearance in the court room, I have no choice but to ask that all charges be dismissed.” And that was it, the false lies told to the detectives were just that false lies. The Judge spoke to us before we walked out of the courtroom, he said, “your case is dismissed, and may I add that if I had to come to court to testify against the four of you I probably would not appear either”! And that is why there is one photo of us four brothers together outside an Etobicoke court room, a few months after The Night John Lennon Died. We never discussed any suspicions we had with each other, never did. Baker got what was coming to him, he has never been seen or heard from since. With the help of social agencies, Suzanne, got it together as best she could and lived the rest of her life with her mom and sister, the three children that she mothered never reached out for her in the adoption processes, she must have lived an unhappy life worrying about them…such is life. We continued to re-group our finances, that Christmas our old 70s Mercury died a sudden death and we found ourselves taking the TTC to moms for Christmas dinner on Ewart Avenue, pushing Christine in a cheap fold up stroller, laughing about our fortunes.
Thanks to Julia for listening and hanging in, also Lino for some clarifications, a special thanks to John Lennon. May I dedicate this to those who have passed both those we knew, and those we loved and hated.
Pink cast for a week, after 3 weeks of open hole still draining... Dr is trying a cast to prevent movement so maybe the hole will close....
by Smithsonian Institution
Psychology degrees have recently gained huge importance in the job market. Interestingly, the psychology behind going for a psychology degree is that the knowledge earned can be implemented in various sectors, irrespective of their relation with psychology. This kind...
K-scope 2022.
Leica D-Lux 4 + toy kaleidoscope
My annual series of macro shots taken with a Leica D-Lux4 and a toy kaleidoscope.
Repeated reflections transform everyday objects into geometric wonders.
#abstract #angles #bright #color #colorful #dlux4 #kaleidoscope #leica #macro #mirror #pattern #reflections #square #symmetrical #toy
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