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Seemingly sauntering down Washington Street (near Pi Alley), this stars-and-stripes bedecked cow is part of the Cow Parade going on in Boston this summer.
Last December I posted this shot -- www.flickr.com/photos/antydiluvian/79916877/ -- of one of the first of these cows to be displayed.
(Each cow has a nameplate on its base, as well as its artist's name. I was hurrying to North Station to catch my train and didn't have time to read them. Sorry.)
Yana, seemingly with a dog. Note the drinks cabinet.
(Female personalities of that time were apt to be pictured holding a poodle stage prop.)
Yana link : www.flickr.com/photos/lenton_sands/8662370069/in/photostr...
Seemingly in suspended animation, a cameraman for the live ITV4 coverage of the Tour of Britain closely follows Christopher Blevins (Trinity Racing), Leon Mazzone (Saint Piran), Nickolas Zukowsky (Rally Cycing) and a rider from the Ribble Weldtite Pro-Cycling team on stage 5 from Alderley Edge to Warrington.
Tour of Britain in Appleton, 9th September 2021
A CSX railroad trestle crossing the James River in Snowden on a morning of a seemingly primordial atmosphere…two worlds as it were.
Seemingly devoid of fleet numbers, this Volvo B7RLE with Wright Eclipse Urban B44F body, the type a favourite of local bus enthusiasts, leaves Leeds bus station on route 200. The route is one of many radical changes made by Arriva earlier this year, with many people still unhappy about them.
It is rumoured that some of the batch (1100-1112) will leave their Heckmondwike home to be shunted elsewhere in Arriva"s West Yorkshire territory.
With seemingly only one of these per 72 count cases of Hot Wheels its no surprise I haven't found many of this latest 2018 recolour of the VW Golf MK2.
Having spent years away from the line up this nigh on 30 year old casting looks as though its going through a minor resurgence and its not hard to see why. VW fans are fanatical about this era Golf and there art too many to chose from in this scale and price point at the moment. Time seems to have improved this once derided model which was often criticised for its unusual proportions, the use of black plastic probably helps along with this heavily striped colour scheme.
Bought recently from Sainsbury's. Mint and boxed.
Fabulous beasts and chimeras. Medieval revival sculptural motifs from Rouen cathedral, France. Seemingly concieved by Augustus Pugin, 1854. Lithograph by C. Maguire.
These seemingly ordinary looking teenagers went to big cities like this and made a very big noise.
They created a storm of positive emotions that swept over audiences, kind of like like when mom opens the oven door on a cold rainy day baking those Tollhouse cookies.
The warm glow of our show is the very reason Up With People! will soon CELEBRATE 50 YEARS!
This was taken the year after I left UWP. I don't know who the girls are, but I definitely recognize Larry Rodeck who I traveled with in Cast B 72.
As I recall, Larry is from a smallish town in Canada...how FABULOUS to help a heroic mission such as this on a global scale!
But then...even MORE fabulous...later on to CONTINUE promoting the UP WITH PEOPLE MISSION - EVERY DAY, EVERY WAY YOU CAN.
Soldier on, my brothers and sisters of Up With People!
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SPECIAL THANKS TO DAN GREGG FOR SUPPLYING THIS ORIGINAL IMAGE.
Digitized and processed by Tom Simpson.
Sitting at the end of a dirt road, seemingly lost in time sits Saragossa Plantation. A simple home that rests atop a hill carpeted by soft ground cover and vegetation remnant of what was once I’m sure, beautiful flower gardens. Left now to grow wild, they carpet the ground under the shade of dozens of 200 year old live oaks. I visited Saragossa for the first time on a cool winter morning and was taken back by the solitude and quietness as I watched the morning sun shine brightly through the strands of Spanish moss hanging from the ancient trees marking the dawn of yet another day at Saragossa. No longer does the rising sun signal the start of a work day with bells echoing their song, or the laughter of children, or the hustle and bustle of life on a plantation but rather silence, only broken by the sound of birds chirping in the start of a new day.
History: Saragossa Plantation is located a few miles outside the town of Natchez in Adams County, Mississippi. It was established in the 1820s by Stephen Duncan who reputedly became the wealthiest cotton planter in the world. At the height of his career, he owned over 1000 slaves. Saragossa was just one of his many plantations.
Main House: Originally the overseer's house and consisted of two rooms, each with a fireplace built in the 1820’s. In the 1850s when the property was purchased by the Smith family, this house was enlarged. Smith family descendants continued to occupy this house until the 1980s.
The seemingly laughable title somewhat obscures what is now thought of as one of the better sci-fi films of the late 1950s, and a worthy variation on "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," with its theme of aliens replicating the appearance of humans.
Starring Tom Tryon, Gloria Talbott, Chuck Wassil, Maxie Rosenbloom, Ty Hardin, Peter Baldwin, Steve London, and Valerie Allen. Directed by Gene Fowler, Jr.
synopsis
It has now become a film-review clich to preface a write-up for I Married a Monster From Outer Space with the cautionary "Don't be misled by the title." The fact remains, however, that this one of the better and more intelligent horror outings of the late 1950s. The "I" of the title is Marge Farrell (Gloria Talbott), who can't help noticing that her husband Bill (Tom Tryon) has been acting very strangely since their dark-and-stormy wedding night. For one thing, the formerly demonstrative Bill behaves listlessly, as though possessing no emotions whatsoever; for another, though he spends much of his free time at Grady's Bar, Bill never takes a drink (now that is weird!) It isn't long before Marge discovers that Bill, along with several of his male friends, have been taken over by aliens from the Andromeda Nebula, who have arrived on earth to replenish their species. There's only one flaw to this plan: the aliens are unable to procreate! Once the authorities are alerted, a posse of non-possessed men attack the alien spaceship, paving the way for the not-altogether-predictable finale.
review
This smart, tidy little sci-fi effort is deserving of its cult reputation. I Married A Monster From Outer Space works primarily because it never tries to outdo the outrageous hard-sell of its title. Instead, Louis Vitte's screenplay builds the story up in a subtle manner, allowing the troubled marriage of its two leads to drive the story and building its alien-invasion plot around the edges of that main narrative hook. This approach also allows the filmmakers to offer some interesting thematic commentary: the film could be seen as a metaphor for how marriage can "change" a relationship. The film also benefits from strong, adult performances by a pair of leads who take the offbeat story seriously and play it straight: Tom Tryon never overplays the alien mannerisms of his character and withholds emotion to show the character's disconnection while Gloria Talbott makes a strong, resourceful heroine who is easy to root for. Finally, Gene Fowler's artful direction seals the film's appeal: he doles out shock effects where need be (mainly during the finale) but mostly concentrates on creating an atmosphere of paranoia through subtle performances and shadowy photography. All in all, I Married A Monster From Outer Space is a fine addition to the canon of 1950's sci-fi and well worth the time for cult film fans interested in this genre.
These seemingly mundane lights enchanted me last night. I watched their soft hue and nebulous texture flickering across that rough industrial lamp, engulfing it like some otherworldly menace while its shadow clawed across the pits on the ceiling to preserve its primitive figure. It's not much, but it's one of those little joys that brighten one's day.
I tried editing it but it only came out looking less magical, so I kept it as rough as it is.
A seemingly trivial action like the work of those who draw caricatures in the street caught my attention for the relationship that is created between the people involved. The subject tries to stand still while the author needs to reproduce a dynamic face that encloses the peculiarities of the person shooting. This creates, between them, a fluid and static movement at the same time, a close link but limited to the time that the pencil flowing on the sheet.
Un'azione all'apparenza banale come il lavoro di chi disegna le caricature in strada ha catturato la mia attenzione per il rapporto che si crea tra le persone coinvolte. Il soggetto cerca di restare immobile mentre l'autore ha bisogno di riprodurre un volto dinamico che racchiuda le peculiarità della persona ripresa. Si crea così, tra di loro, un movimento fluido e statico allo stesso tempo, un legame stretto ma limitato al tempo che la matita scorre sul foglio.
After having seemingly spent a long period of time off the road, First Aberdeen operated ADL Enviro300 SN13 CNA - 67789 - is pictured on Broad Street with a service on route 17 towards Faulds Gate.
This vehicle wears the First Aberdeen Urban livery and is one of many buses of its type in their fleet. One of my earliest photos shows this bus before the repaint and finally I've managed to capture a post-repaint photo!
Date Taken: April 20th, 2024
Device Used: iPhone 12 Pro Max
Date Uploaded: June 2nd, 2025
Upload Number: 1491
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There were two seemingly unconnected headlines in a Philippine newspaper today, one listing how the President of the Philippines is purging a large number of leaders as being connected with Narcotics and another mentioning that the leader of the largest nation in the world has consolidated his power to the extent that he can become a lifetime ruler. The manner of Xi's rise to this imperial level of power is claimed to be through the use of a populist "soft coup" against political corruption that left only his friends in power. President Duerte's campaign against narcotics may have the same effect.
In the Chinese case, achieving lifetime presidency via non-democratic means may be claimed to be corrupt.
The taxi driver in whose taxi I was riding claimed that Duerte's family was itself involved in narcotics. This rumour appears to be suggested by circumstantial evidence.
If it were true that these political movements, against corruption and narcotics, were themselves corrupt or involved in narcotics, then they would be another example of the false flag method of dividing oneself into a righteous avenger and hidden evil alter ego, for the purpose of demonising and conquering ones enemies such as is sometimes claimed to have occurred as justifications for the invasions of Cuba, Vietnam, and Iraq.
These political means of achieving power, should they exist, can be argued to parallel the way in which humans divide themselves into two to boost their power via pride, self love and self confidence.
Other auto-divided things along similar broad lines may be argued to include
Protection rackets "I'll protect you, from me"
Built in obsolescence "I'll repair/replace that which is broken, cause I broke it"
Disease creating (?) pschiatrists and psychiatric drug manufacturers
Drug pushers "I'll make you feel good again, having made you feel bad"
Municipevil (!) I am sometimes not all that keen on municipal things, perhaps including myself, when like all the other things in this list, they create the problems that they solve.
However, taking a somewhat contrarian, about-face, all these auto-divided things might also be described as the fountain of happiness. Xi and Duerte may by their machinations really be bringing peace and prosperity to their respective countries. Pax America may be both bringing dollars to American banks and peace to most of the world. Built in obsolescence may fund research and development. I won't defend drug pushers but psychiatric drugs clearly seem to have benefits for some Indeed at a more profound level, as suggested by the traditional Philippine symbol for property or fertility the inward curling "lingling-o"omega above left, and self hugging (and I would claim self seeing Bulul), joy that comes to "other power" Amitabha worshippers, the sinful split of Adam and Adam's other side Eve, prefigures the heeling (almost drug pusher?!, as Marx and Bowie would have it) relationship with Jesus. Do we even need to unveil what is going on? Perhaps this photo description is the worst of things. Namuamidabutsu.
The lingling O seems to be the origin of the Japanese magatama which is a lingling O split in two.
Articles from the Manila Bulletin, Art detail from Guardians by Jason Duclan on display at Tam Awan village. Should you wish that I cease and desist please leave a comment or contact me via the mail link at nihonbunka.com
30 July 2023
Seemingly oblivious to A.I-generated images-related discussions hahahahah, here I'm at CommonGround Oxford cafe' and workspace, making a wood frame in the basement bowels of the cafe' to strretch a canvas and display it, directly above me here in the photo. Displaying 20-30 canvas and paper prints of my optical materialism macropaintographs of the years 2012 to 2019, for 4 weeks. Thereby also negotiating and setting the scene for the Oxford Photographers group, all of whom are members of the 'Oxford' Flickr group, to have a joint display/ exhibition that I'll be part of in January 2024.
Rest assured, I'm not oblivious to the AI-related discussions happening in various groups and Flickr Help chats no doubt.
jAm, Jericho, Oxford, UK.
The 4 pieces shown here are products from Pentax *ist DS/DL and Pentax K50 DSLRs through vintage M42 screwmount lenses.
This photo - taken with a Vodaphone cellphone camera.
Looking in a very sorry state in one of D&E's parking lots near their main depot building is D&E Coaches Volvo B9R Caetano Levante S12 YST (originally FJ60 EGE).
This vehicle wears the standard D&E white livery with logos and swoops and I genuinely don't know if this one has ever been officially in service while in the fleet. The only photos of it with D&E have been with it as a parts donor. And yes it is correct to call this one a Levante rather than a Winner as it started life operating on routes contracted out by National Express. This coach has since lost its custom reg with a recent Plaxton Elite acquisition taking hold of it and actually doing service with it. I don't know if this Caetano is still sat there as it's been some time since I last saw this part of D&E's facilities.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This photo was taken during a pre-arranged visit to the D&E Coaches depot facility and was supervised at all times. Do not enter bus depots unauthorised!
Date Taken: August 10th, 2023
Device Used: iPhone 12 Pro Max
Date Uploaded: May 8th, 2024
Upload Number: 655
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Seemingly oblivious to the struggle going on behind her, Mrs. von Liski squirts breath freshener while getting ready for her second attempt.
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Interested in Central Illinois? Here are my collections and sets relating to the middle section of the Land of Lincoln:
Central Illinois (excluding Springfield)
Springfield and ONLY Springfield
All About Abe (Lincoln)
All Things Political
And for locations beyond Central Illinois, look here:
Beyond Cenral Illinois
Lastly, here are a few more "topical" sets that may be of interest to you:
Barbers & Barber Shops
Vintage Cars & Trucks - Junkers to Classic Collectibles
Everything Wheaten (as in Wheaten Terriers)
Small Town Churches
Things that are Abandoned, Neglected, Weathered, or Rusty
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Seemingly not shared with Maisto which probably explains why this Bburago Audi R8 looks so superbly stock! No crazily low ride heights, mismatched proportions or ugly wheels, just a very nice budget 1/64 model befitting the Bburago brand.
Part of a three vehicle set found recently at TK Maxx.
Mint and boxed.
Another of our seemingly never ending supply of small spiders. This one was around 1.5mm in length. This time on our brown cupboard. For a week now I've been expecting him/her to move on but it seems to like this spot.
Stacked from around 7 images taken at 5.6 which seems to be the sharpest aperture of this lens - a 28mm reversed on 56mm of extension tubes. Cropped slightly for composition which I couldn't get right in camera as my tripod head kept creeping. I handheld the flash.
I know these spiderlings are sometimes difficult to identify but any help would be appreciated. I'm in Hong Kong.
Scrapped?
Seemingly not on the system now, this was in the general parking area of a classic show; so I'd hoped it'd still be around. Oh well.
The Persona being the saloon version of the Gen-2. Definitely more scarce thant the hatchback, although I think on sale for a shorter time.
A seemingly innocent photo of an elevator floor display, this is from the inside of one of the three lifts in Edinburgh University's Appleton Tower. It's not only spooky because floor 13 appears between floors 4 and 5 -- but not every time the lift goes up or down -- but because the building only has 9 floors...
A seemingly different, more dramatic and adventurous take on the classic fable. Kristen Stewart plays Snow White, Charlize Theron the Evil Queen, Chris Hemsworth the Hunstman, and Sam Claflin as Prince Charmant.
Seemingly post-apocalyptic remains of Starving Musician music store, Santa Clara, California.
This great music store operated on El Camino Real for well over twenty years before moving to a larger location. They still give away bumper stickers that read "PLAY AN ACCORDION, GO TO PRISON - that's the law."
The seemingly laughable title somewhat obscures what is now thought of as one of the better sci-fi films of the late 1950s, and a worthy variation on "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," with its theme of aliens replicating the appearance of humans.
Starring Tom Tryon, Gloria Talbott, Chuck Wassil, Maxie Rosenbloom, Ty Hardin, Peter Baldwin, Steve London, and Valerie Allen. Directed by Gene Fowler, Jr.
synopsis
It has now become a film-review clich to preface a write-up for I Married a Monster From Outer Space with the cautionary "Don't be misled by the title." The fact remains, however, that this one of the better and more intelligent horror outings of the late 1950s. The "I" of the title is Marge Farrell (Gloria Talbott), who can't help noticing that her husband Bill (Tom Tryon) has been acting very strangely since their dark-and-stormy wedding night. For one thing, the formerly demonstrative Bill behaves listlessly, as though possessing no emotions whatsoever; for another, though he spends much of his free time at Grady's Bar, Bill never takes a drink (now that is weird!) It isn't long before Marge discovers that Bill, along with several of his male friends, have been taken over by aliens from the Andromeda Nebula, who have arrived on earth to replenish their species. There's only one flaw to this plan: the aliens are unable to procreate! Once the authorities are alerted, a posse of non-possessed men attack the alien spaceship, paving the way for the not-altogether-predictable finale.
review
This smart, tidy little sci-fi effort is deserving of its cult reputation. I Married A Monster From Outer Space works primarily because it never tries to outdo the outrageous hard-sell of its title. Instead, Louis Vitte's screenplay builds the story up in a subtle manner, allowing the troubled marriage of its two leads to drive the story and building its alien-invasion plot around the edges of that main narrative hook. This approach also allows the filmmakers to offer some interesting thematic commentary: the film could be seen as a metaphor for how marriage can "change" a relationship. The film also benefits from strong, adult performances by a pair of leads who take the offbeat story seriously and play it straight: Tom Tryon never overplays the alien mannerisms of his character and withholds emotion to show the character's disconnection while Gloria Talbott makes a strong, resourceful heroine who is easy to root for. Finally, Gene Fowler's artful direction seals the film's appeal: he doles out shock effects where need be (mainly during the finale) but mostly concentrates on creating an atmosphere of paranoia through subtle performances and shadowy photography. All in all, I Married A Monster From Outer Space is a fine addition to the canon of 1950's sci-fi and well worth the time for cult film fans interested in this genre.
Note the 'Mimikry' camouflage painted helmet in the foreground.
Source: natlib.govt.nz/records/22800092?search[path]=items&search[text]=stick+grenade
Trench map: repository.mcmaster.ca/fedora/repository/macrepo:4071
Seemingly very scarce and or shy in this region. Considering the regular provision of food at the various feeding stations I would have expected to see these far more often...
My second trip to the small village of Tiszaalpar in rural Hungary to visit the fantastic hides and locations run by my friend Istvan Bartol.
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Barney trotted along obediently, gangly paws in all directions and a stiff tail wagging so hard he could almost become airborne, as Wilfred ambled amidst the beauty and simplicity of Mother nature's offerings in Scadbury Park, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings as he contemplated the beginning of yet another March morning of cloudy skies and inner solitude. A broken heart and shattered dreams now so much a part of his demeanour that he scarcely realised how the thin veneer of resigned acceptance and shallow happiness he wore so complicitly as a façade against the reality of his sorrow, was fooling no one, least of all himself.
Two years.
So much can happen in two years, so much can change. A face can grow older and more weary with the weight of grief and sadness heavy on one's heart and soul, routines are broken and new ones come and go in their place. The hallway clock doesn't seem to chime with the same melodic tone and consistency as once perhaps, it did, and eyes don't always want to be drawn to the inevitability of the wording on the little date box for today on the kitchen calendar. An anniversary that Wilfred would rather not have been reminded of, though in truth no bold imprints on a wall mounted diary were necessary when the date in question was so painfully etched across the very bare flesh of his soul. How time passes, he thought to himself as he stopped momentarily to remove a tiny pebble thrown up from the muddy tracks, still somewhat moist from the recent deluge of rain that had fallen in almost biblical proportions, that had become lodged in the rubber channels of his Nike trainer soul. Barney planted his fury backside firmly on the ground, his little white head tilting to one side as his playful eyes stared up at his master with boisterous intent. His pink tongue pushed out from his open mouth as he spontaneously launched himself upwards towards Wilfred's face, that rasping tongue lashing Wilfred's skin before the little tyke succumbed to the forces of gravity and landed back in the mud again.
Wilfred laughed and wiped the coating of saliva from his facial features, leaning over and grabbing his side firmly whilst letting out a wince as old bones stubbornly fought with belligerent affront, the acceptance of orders that the brain had issued, and patted Barney on the head. Now eighteen months old, Barney was a present from Wilfred's son some six months after Anne had closed her beautiful eyes for that final time, the summer of two thousand and nine at St. Bernadette's Hospice with her view of the courtyard and the oak tree that she had so loved to sit under with Wilfred in the short moments of painless mobility before she passed away. Still patting Barney and smiling as the little furry fellow rolled on his back begging for the joys of a tummy rub from dad, Wilfred quickly rose again, stemming the flood of tears that cruelly overcame his moment of happiness, and feverishly rubbing his eyes with those thick and lined old fingers of his, hoping nobody else was in the vicinity at that moment.
" You silly old bugger ", he told himself as, reaching into his right jacket pocket, he pulled out a cotton handkerchief with his initials in gold down in the left hand corners in ornate and elaborate stitching. " Everywhere I go, Anne, you are there to keep me honest and bring me to my senses ". The handkerchief was a gift from Anne some years earlier, in the days when each Christmas the pair would indulge in the annual delights of at least one special gift that each party knew the other would hate and never use. Purely for fun, and born of a life of love and longevity together, Anne knew how much her husband despised monikored handkerchiefs as 'frivolous poppycock', and revelled in the purchase which included a gaudy gold box and ribbons and matching cuff links of crass vulgarity. It's funny how something so humorous and trivial could come to mean so much to a broken heart, thought Wilfred, as he dried his eyes and placed the moist handkerchief back into the warmth of his jacket pocket, breathing deeply and sucking in a vast gulp of fresh air.
Up above, the clouds were beginning to disperse and fan out like a row of army cadets on a training ground, arms outstretched, marking a distance between themselves as the overbearing sergeant barked orders their way. Sporadic and brief glimpses of sun rays darted through the gloom, bathing the landscape in momentary swathes of light before being engulfed once more by the cotton wool-like clouds which skipped across the sky from West to East. " I miss her so much, Barney ", Wilfred said as he patted his much loved dog on the head once more and began shuffling towards the wooden gate up ahead that lead into the open pastures where Barney liked to really stretch his legs and torment the hapless bird life that frequented the spot. Wilfred wanted the day to be over as quickly as possible, so many memories, so much pain as his mind wandered to Anne's effervescent smile, the beauty of her soul and the dignity with which she fought against her illness with determination and inner strength beyond belief. The happy memories of so long a life shared with his soul mate flooded Wilfred's mind and soothed his sadness, as they always did but for one day in each year when his heart truly mourned the loss of love and laughter, now never again complete without what made it whole.
The pair continued on their morning walk, content in each others company, observing the plants and animal kingdoms as they walked, Wilfred trying hard to brave the day in memory of his wife's own demeanour. Barney brought smiles of laughter from his master as he fell down a large hidden den belonging to some forest critter who had long since vacated it, and emerging with mud covering his embarrassed face. David and Suzie would be over to cook the family dinner this evening with the grand children, a house filled with raucous laughter, play station three actions and many glasses raised to a wife and mother much loved and missed who had left her mark on the hearts of so many.
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Written March 10th 2011
Photograph taken at 0730am on March 10th 2011 at Scadbury Nature Reserve, Sidcup, Kent, England.
NIKON D700 300mm 1/60s f/5.6 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6G ED IF VR. UV filter. MetaGPS geotag
Latitude: N 51d 24m 50.89s Longitude: E 0d 5m 44.61s Altitude: 33m
My images and words are at: DESPITESTRAIGHTLINES.COM
Massasoit (seemingly both his name and title) (c.1581-1661) was the leader of the Wampanoag people at the time of the 1620 arrival of English colonists at Plymouth. In March 1621 he met the settlers and negotiated a non-aggression treaty which lasted for the rest of his life, despite tensions about the colony's repeated expansion. Without his protection and assistance it's unlikely that the fledgling settlement would have gained a sustainable foothold.
This bronze statue by Cyrus Dallin was erected on Cole's Hill (now itself a National Historic Landmark), beside the colonists' cemetery and opposite Plymouth Rock, for the tercentenary of the treaty in 1921. At least five other casts of the popular statue are on display in Utah, Missouri and Ohio.
Seemingly every school bus in Brooklyn roosts in Coney Island - I saw three separate parks with dozens in each
Seemingly no longer a licensed castings, these HTI BMW X5 Police vehicles were briefly available this year from Poundworld stores in twin packs. The civilian versions available in many different colours also no longer appear in Wilkinsons so maybe BMW had issues with HTI. A shame as these are decent budget diecasts with nice detailing and realistic casting. Mint and boxed.
This seemingly out of whack photograph, shows the focus on transit in genera shifting in Sonoma County. Seen here, Nippon-Sharyo 107 and sister wait for the crossing to activate while the last 2005 Orion V-CNG for Sonoma County Transit waits on them. The Out Of Service Orion V-CNG might just be a telling sign of times in Sonoma County.
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Seemingly a defiance of petty authority but really these are the signs that cried 'Wolf' as they are often in place when the tide is out and presents no threat at all. I don't even know if the local council employs anyone to supervise?
The other sign that is vaguely amusing is the dog lead and foul item on the left. The English love their dogs, and even more, love to exercise them on the beach where they leave their deposits all over the beautiful sand.
I don't think the local paper has ever carried a story about fines for dog poopers, and yet there are 1000's of them. Speeding fines and soft crime galore, but nothing for the irresponsible poopers - somehow we have our priorites wrong I think.
Seemingly the running board from hell for 156! 3 routes in a matter of 3 hours!
Chassis - VDL SB180
Body - MCV Evolution
Engine - Cummins ISBe
Gearbox - Voith
Operator - Ipswich Buses
Previously : Carters Coach Services 260
Seemingly destined to fade out of F1 here, who could have predicted the turn around in fortunes for Button? Albert Park, 2008.
These seemingly lovely icicles actually spell trouble for your roof when they are the result of ice dams. We spent two hours clearing our gutters in the dark and frigid temps so the snow melting off the roof could get into the gutters instead of under our shingles. The orange coloring in the ice is from the security light at the corner of our property.
This Barn is on a old House place That has numerous out buildings and sheds, and a smokehouse. most overgrown so bad I couldn’t get a shot. but when I pushed my way through the growth this is the angle I had on it. I thought it looked Unreal.
Under growth series
The seemingly-abandoned yet somehow not pizza place Pocopico Subs & Pizza. Seen from the MARC train. 2235 Edmondson Ave, Baltimore, MD.
A seemingly young bird showing no signs of trauma lies dead on a sidewalk. Though there are many threats to birds from human-caused sources, such as collision with man-made structures, death from natural causes is also a common source of mortality. Natural mortality sometimes results from a changing climate or disease may be the underlying cause of death.
The bird appears to be a medium-sized 'Hermit Thrush' (Catharus guttatus) with its rich brown upper body and smudged spots on its breast. It is an unassuming bird with a lovely, melancholy song and normally lurks in the understories of far northern forests. If so, the bird was located outside of its environment which may have led to its untimely death.
This photograph is a seemingly spontaneous, but I guess that religious photographer could not take it, because at the Western Wall usually religious people don't take photographs of religious people. In other words what made this shot possible is actually my secular past.
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In fine art photography a monument identified with Jerusalem is not the point. When I shot these notes pressed between the stones of the wall which creates a frame to the face of one of the worshipers I was not interested in the portrait of the worshiper, nor in the Western Wall. I was interested in the unique frame made by the notes, a frame like no other in the world.
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Photo: Framed by the letters to God
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מה אפשר לדעת מהצילום על הצלם
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הצילום הזה הוא לכאורה ספונטני אבל נדמה לי שצלם דתי לא היה מסוגל לצלם אותו, כי בכותל המערבי דתיים בדרך כלל לא מצלמים דתיים. במלים אחרות מה שהוציא אל הפועל את הצילום הזה הוא בעצם העבר החילוני שלי
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בצילום אמנותי המונומנט שמזוהה עם ירושלים אינו העיקר. כשצילמתי פתקים דחופים באבני הכותל שמהם נוצרת מסגרת לפניו של אחד המתפללים לא עניין אותי הפורטרט של המתפלל, ולא עניינו אותי אבני הכותל. עניינה אותי המסגרת הייחודית שיוצרים הפתקים, מסגרת שאין כמוה בעולם
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בצילום: פתקים בכותל כמסגרת לדיוקן