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The girls are tickled pink that they made it to mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2006/06/hey.html! [URL:http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2006/06/hey.html] They celebrated by making an extra few trips between the pellet bowls and the water bottles followed by a few more trips. (Though toffee is miffed that she is labeled the thief when we all know that it's Nougat who's the real meanie.)
Veteran SGT Raymond McClintoch shares some wisdom P-I Mike Kranston, a boot in the Rampart division. The boot has no one to ride with tonight so he's stuck with the SGT for morning watch.
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"You're riding with me tonight. You will drive. I want our windows down and the AC on full blast. Drive smooth, not fast. Smooth is fast. Fast is not smooth. I take my coffee black and you will buy tonight's fill. Take the job seriously, don't take yourself seriously. If another officer needs backup, you drop anything you're doing and go--no hesitation and we drive balls to the walls to get there. Watch your six, have my back and don't talk during the tour unless it's about the situation we are going to. Got it?"
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The ceiling as one can observe is much lowered just because of those few elecricity lines. I was surprised to see this because had expected great isolation But no. just empty space to resonate whatever noise freely , For the new fridge, washingmachine and central heating of the new neighbour a room next to my bedroom just awaiting those three new pieces of machinery to keep me alert during the endless upcoming new nights
.Zou ideaal zijn om een ventilatienetwerk aan te brengen! Met isolatie natuurlijk tegen trillingen.
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This beautiful mushroom comes back to this same tree every year. It's been a great experience to see over the years.
Tras una semana en muy malas condiciones fisicas debido a una flebitis en mi pierna izquierda(la tercera en menos de un año) y la consiguiente caida del animo,he vuelto,aunque por hoy de una forma un poco oscura.....Quizas mañana vuelva al color y la luz,pero por ahora me apetece poner una foto oscura.
After a week in very bad health conditions,because of a phlebitis on my left leg(the third in less than one year) and the resulting fall in my mood,I´ve come back with a dark way of seeing thigs.........maybe tomorrow I´ll be in a better mood and color and light will come back into my stream...But for now I want to share this dark shot.
Déjà’s mother was a crack addict and prostitute. At five Déjà started raising the other five children in the house. All shared a mother and none shared a father.
At nine her mother was taken away and the children split up. Déjà ran away from her foster family at twelve and came out as a woman. “I picked up all sorts of habits. I started doing things I don’t do, including smoking crack like my momma did.”
She has been in Hunts Point only a week, “I relapsed so here I am.”
She lives with Michael in an empty lot, working the track at night. “The only way I can prostitute is to drink and to do cocaine. How can you pretend to love and have sex otherwise? Addiction makes you do things you don't want to do.”
She sat in the cold spray of the hydrant, cooling off.
“I want the white picket fence, the Tupperware parties, the husband and kids.”
“Dream? That’s a fairy tale not a dream. Out here you can’t have dreams.”
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Every eight years under a full moon, a tribe of Karrayyu priests gather in the Methara region, south of Addis Abeba, Ethiopia, for a ceremony to transfer power, this ceremony is named Gada. Five families share and govern the power.
In two days, 10,000 people come, mainly by foot to help with the running of the ceremony. Absolutely no tourists are allowed in the proximity. After weeks of negotiation with the tribe’s leader, I managed to obtain access to help at the ceremony. Throughout the entire negotiation process, it was never a matter of money, as is often the case with tribes, it was simply that the ceremony has never been open to foreigners.
The chiefs finally accepted, the Karrayyus are living in particularly difficult times and their position is precarious. They want to make the world aware of their predicament ; the drought killing off their livestock and the government selling their fertile land to Saudi-Arabia, India and South Korea.
Their former tribal wars with their neighbours, the Afars and the Sidamos, are beginning again. The number of young fighters wearing an ostrich feather in the hair acts of a badge of having killed another man, this acts as evidence of renewed conflict.
The ceremony takes place in the desert with hundreds of temporary houses having been constructed specially for the Gadda. In front of each house there is cow fencing, the cow being a sacred animal, each one being named like one of their children.
A mound of dry cow pat decorated with yellow fruit draws the boundary and the limit that nobody will dare to pass.
Inside the house, each family has brought their bugée mataas, a strip of artistically, studded leather, their only valuable object.
In front of the fences, the home owner waits for the ritual gifts that the visitors have come to offer them : milk, butter, sorghum …
An accurate list of what has been offered is kept by a sort of official or clerk.
As night falls, les Karrayuus who have not managed to find the friends begin to shout their names, walking up and down in front of the houses. Some send texts from the mobiles, the only infringement of tradition.
At midnight, the tribal danses begin, the mass circle forms, the warriors, the Qondallas with their afro hair style leap up and down to show their power. The desert is no longer just an immense dust cloud.
At the same time, a group of other men look for the daughter of the future chief. She hides and they must find her, they are fortunate enough to have help, a full moon. Everybody else waits. All of a sudden at 3am, the women who were sleeping using their dresses as duvets leap to their feet and start singing : the chief’s daughter has been found !
The presents are then bought into the houses and the monstrous feast begins.
In the early hours of the morning, one hundred cows are sacrificed. Their throats cut by the Gille, a long traditional blade. The Karrayuus smear blood on the foreheads of the children as a sign of protection.
Later on towards midday, all of the men of power including the chief shave the heads meanwhile the women pierce their ears with acacia thornes. Dozens of cows are again sacrificed, and once again the hot blood is smeared on the mens’ freshly shaven heads, even babies have their heads smeared.
At this point, women are allowed to leave the camp.
Then comes the solemn, formal moment of the ceremony, the two families face one another. Each holding blades of wildgrass, irrechas and symbols of power. In a mad scramble, the exchange takes place in just a few seconds. The new chief declares power and disappears immediately !
The former chief leaves with tears in his eyes, the warriors pump themselves up in every sense. Drunk with happiness, the chants and songs start again. Everyone agrees to repeat the ceremony, in just 8 years time.
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As the weather has been so depressingly boring the last weeks, I decided to resort to the smaller elements of the forest in a quest for beauty.
I have no idea what these tiny plants are, but they grow on tree trunks.
This is my first shot at macro photography - I'm using a cheap extension tube with my 35/150 lens.
"Because they could." - Fat Tire Cowboys (Pilot[s], Engineers, Mechanics, and Private Financial Supporters, in/from Idaho) dreamed of designing an airworthy combination of two Yak-55s. After 14 months of joint efforts they succeeded in getting this novel aircraft certified. Since then this single jet airplane has been performing at various air shows and venues. This image is of one of the final successful maneuvers pilot Jeff Boerboon did at the Thunder Over the Bay Air Show, Travis Air Force Base, Fairfield, California.
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Those ladybirds are really, really fast.....In case you didn´t know......So trying to catch them with the macro....Well....Takes a few shuts.....
At this time of year I always like to post photos as a way of showing my respect to those that made the ultimate sacrifice. Taken at a local war memorial it was nice to see a father and daughter also sharing that respect.
December 2023
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Nene Park - Moorhens - Mum Sleeps, Dad feeds... Mum did wake to receive a bit of nesting material...
I was kind of torn between presets today... but in the end, this one is more my speed. I'm going to stop uploading presets for a while and get back to the photos, but I'm sure they'll be back soon enough. ;) I'm at 30 presets - seems as good a place as any for a break.
The geotagging is a little false on this one because the photos were shot in very different places. Kind of unlike me to group them all together, but it shows off the preset well. Check the notes to see where things were shot.
This preset is an attempt to duplicate the look of redscale film. It's not perfect but it's as close as I've gotten yet and I kind of love it. It also looks great on B&Ws - both of the Berkeley images were shot in monochrome.
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Sharing space in Glenwood yard in Raleigh, NC. NS was preparing to leave, while Corman was picking up the third locomotive a GP38 3817 that arrived from the Chadbourn, NC operation. Corman would make up a train and head for Fuquay-Varina.