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Once you have a nice pile of trimmed petals, start rolling them between your fingers. Form them into little tubes, essentially.
Polish TLR.
I am collecting all the cameras named "Start". I now have all the ones I know about:
1. Pouva Start (Bakelite 120 crap-cam)
2. KMZ Start (35mm SLR)
3. Japanese Start (35mm mini-camera, which I see I have neglected to photograph)
4. WZFO Start (120 TLR)
Am I missing any?
Palkhi is a 1000 — year old tradition which was started by some saints of Maharashtra (India). and is still continued by their followers called as Varkaris (people who follow a Vari, a fundamental ritual). People collectively go singing and dancing, chanting Dnyanba-Tukaram in what are called as Dindis (organised group of Varkaris) to the holy town of Pandharpur (a small town in the district of Solapur) in Hindu months of Ashadh (June-July) and Karthik (November-December).
The Palkhi starts in the month of Jyeshth (June) and the whole process lasts a total of 22 days. Every year on the eleventh day of the first half of the month of Ashadh, the Palkhi reaches Pandharpur. Every saint, right from Sant Dnyaneshwar to Sant Tukaram was following the Vari tradition.
In the year 1685, Narayan baba, the youngest son of Tukaram was a man of innovative spirit and decided to bring about a change in the dindi-wari tradition by introducing the Palkhi, which is a sign of social respect. He put the silver padukas (footsteps) of Tukaram in the Palkhi and proceeded with his dindi to Alandi where he put the padukas of Dnyaneshwar in the same Palkhi. This tradition of twin Palkhis went on every year, but in 1830 there were some disputes in the family of Tukaram, concerned with rights and privileges. Following this, some thoughtful persons decided to break-up the tradition of twin Palkhis and organise here after, two separate Palkhis Tukaram Palkhi from Dehu (Pune Maharashta) and the Dnyaneshwar Palkhi from Alandi (Pune Maharashta).
From that time till date, both the Palkhis meet in Pune for a brief halt and then diverge at Hadapsar to meet again at Wakhri, a village nearby to Pandharpur.
In course of time, this tradition is becoming popular day by day. A total of approximately 2 lakh devotees proceed along with the Sant Tukaram Palkhi from Dehu village, while a total of 4 lakh devotees march along with the Sant Dnyaneshwar Palkhi from alandi village. At present a total of 43 Palkhis including the above two visit Pandharpur village every year.
Thousands of people called ‘Varkari’ reach Pandharpur from Alandi or Dehu after walking for about 250kms in Aashad (a hindu month which coincides with June/ July) Ekadashi (11th day of the moon). They walk with palkhis (chariots) carrying paduka (sandals) of the saints singing sacred songs. Varkaris are a Hindu religion sect who workship Vithoba (or Vitthal), an incarnation of Krishna.
Devotee chants the name of “Mauli Vittal” all the way & completes the yatra by feet on Ashadi Ekadashi at Pandharpur. Around 8 lakhs of warkaris flocked the city and their chants of “Ram Krishna Hari, jai jai Ram Krishna Hari” and Dnyanba-Tukaram (the famous Maharashtrian saints, Dnyaneshwar and Tukaram) reverberated on the streets.
"PRAYING FOR JAPAN"
I had just finished dinner on Friday, March 11th when a friend called me with the news that Japan had been hit by a massive earthquake. I had been busy all afternoon and hadn't heard the news. I immediately turned on my computer and watched in horror as streamed video from various news networks showed the tsunami racing across Japan's northeastern coastline, washing away everything in its path. It was an incredible sight.
Unfortunately, this was only the beginning as damage to four of Japan's six nuclear reactors caused by the earthquake threatened to create an even grreater disaster. Daily warnings about radiation levels followed. And then, just when it looked like things couldn't get any worse for Japan, it began to snow...
Nearly two weeks have past since Japan suffered its worst crisis since World War II. A stream of photos from the disaster stricken area show the magnitude of the catastrophe. One image shows rescue workers sifting through the rubble of a destroyed factory looking for survivors as snow falls heavily around them. Another shows an old woman staring at empty shelves as she pushes a cart along the aisle of a supermarket. A third picture shows a group of men sitting in dirty lawn chairs around a camp fire, cooking noodles and reading tattered newspapers while another shows a lone aid worker on a bicycle speeding through what was once a bustling city, piles of rubble on either side of the mangled road. Over 7,000 people have died, thousands more are missing, about 450,000 people are now homeless, and more than one million people have no drinking water.
Having lived in Japan for many years in the 1990's, it saddened me to see such a terrible thing happen to such a wonderful country. So, when I heard that Gwaneumsa temple here in Jeju was going to do a special ceremony for the people of Japan on Sunday, March 20th, I jumped at the chance to take part.
I arrived at the parking a lot in front of Ora stadium at 8 am and hopped onto the bus bound for the temple. Nearly every seat was taken. A good sign that Japan is in the hearts of many Korean people. Within 10 minutes we had arrived at Daewonjeongsa temple, the starting point for our aproximately 7 km "meditation" walk to Gwaneumsa temple. As we headed out, rain started falling. It rained... and rained... and rained.
Two rain soaked hours later, we finally arrived at Gwaneumsa. Not wasting any time, the monks shepparded us to a pagoda in the central courtyard area. Around the pagoda we went, a sort of "cleansing" ritual for the soul that removes bad spirits.
Next we headed inside for the main ceremony. It was packed with people. The temple's senior members entered the room and the ceremony quickly began. The next hour was similar to what most Buddhist ceremonies look like in Korea. But, about half way through, the priest began to pray for Japan, calling for health, happiness, and a strong future for the country. Then, near the end of the ceremnony, another priest called out the names of Japanese people and prayed for their strength in the face of such trying times. It was a touching moment.
A blanket of fog had moved in while we were inside, creating a wonderful atmosphere around Gwaneumsa and prompting me take a few extra minutes to walk around the complex and gather my thoughts before heading back to the bus. I rounded a corner and saw a young monk make his way across a courtyard and between two buildings. I took one photo before he disappeared into the foggy unknown.
It brought my thoughts back to Japan, its future also unknown. Rebuilding the tsunami ravaged areas will take time. It will be difficult and there will be a lot of pain. My thoughts go out to the people of Japan and I pray for a speedy recovery for the country.
Start of a local MX race at Toddington Motocross track.
Shot with a 100mm prime and a 400d, (over :)) processed in lightroom.
20205 & 20007 at Crewe with 397011 in tow about to head into the Carriage Sidings for delivery 31/10/2019
Manufactured by Adox Fotowerke, Wiesbaden, West Germany
Model: 1950 (produced only in 1950)
Folder film camera, film: 120 roll, picture size: 6x9cm
Engravings on front of the camera : Adox and Dr. Schleussner, and leg: Adox
Engraving on the front plate: Start
Lens: Steinheil-Cassar VL 105mm f/6,3 coated, filter slip-on, serial no.630818
Aperture: f/6.3 - f/32, setting: lever and scale on the lens-shutter barrel
**There is a kind of Exposure Value index on the aperture scale that the aperture numbers match with speeds
Focusing: manual, guess the distance, by front element focusing ring on the lens, distance scale around the ring
Focus range: 1.5-20m +inf
Shutter: Vario leaf shutter, (made by Alfred Gauthier, Culmbach),
speeds: 1/25-1/75-1/200 +B setting: ring and dial on the lens-shutter barrel
Cocking lever: on the lens-shutter barrel
Shutter release: a button on the top plate
Cable release socket: on the lens-shutter barrel
Viewfinder: simple folding frame finder, on the top plate
Winding knob: on the bottom plate
Bellows release: via a button on the left of the top plate; closing: press the struts simultaneously
Flash PC socket: on the lens-shutter barrel, no sync feature
Self-timer: none
Back cover: hinged, opens by a latch on right side of the camera, w/ red window
Engraving on the back cover : Made in Germany U.S. Zone
Tripod socket: old type 3/8'', on the bottom plate
Hand grip lugs
Body: metal; Weight: 593g
serial no. none
Adox Start is a simplified version of the folding Sport series.
Special feature of this model is marked : "Made in Germany U.S. Zone"
A brief history of Adox:
Adox company is also called Dr.C.Schleussner Fotowerke GmbH.
The company's founder, Dr. Carl Schleussner, did pioneering work on the wet-collodion process during the early years of photography, and founded the worlds first photochemical factory in 1860. Working with the physicist Wilhelm Röntgen, discoverer of X-rays, Dr. Schleussner invented the first X-ray plate. Also, film and B&W paper sold under the Adox brand name. They produced some camera models from the 1930s to the early 1960s, and the most advanced is Adox 300 with interchangeable film magazines.
More info: Photographica by DO Hennig , Adox history, wikipedia
Donovan Stott launches his "White Trash" Anglia gasser at Greer. At the Gasser Finals at Greer Dragway, Greer, South Carolina on November 8, 2014.
I started capturing ice and frost 6 or 7 years ago with an old point and shoot. This is again this time of the year but I still have to master my DSLR and macro lens for this type of close-up. It will come.
Starting this Thursday chef Greg Baxtrom will be setting up his Brooklyn restaurant Olmsted on Vanderbilt in Brooklyn as a Food Bank for anyone in the restaurant industry who needs some support right now. Check out his account on instagram www.instagram.com/GregBaxtrom/ for more information.
starting a new project, one i've been wanting to do for ages, and just for fun i'm going to post step by step pictures in case it works and anyone else wants to try it ;0)
3 AUG 13
[This is a long entry today about the wedding, but I’m starting to catch up with all the entries and will hopefully finish them all by this Friday and get caught up enough so I can start uploading all the other pics. I’m going to try not to be “that person” who goes on vacation and uploads 2,000 images, so I’m trying to whittle 7 days of some of the greatest adventures of my life, into like 20 images which I’ll slowly upload vs. bombard you with…we’ll see. Anyway, today’s collage is brought to you by the letter W. W. Wuh-ed-ding. Wed-ding. Wedding. (ha ha, Sesame Street Love) Image: clockwise from left—our wedding bouquets which one of the girls brought to the salon so we could carry them with us. Uh mazing flowers. K’s dress…the second one, yikes, but it all worked out b/c it was lovely. R, and the girls and I, trying to center the shabby chic curtains and table for the reception. The drinks the girls shared with K (I had a non-alcoholic beverage which I was glad they brought me b/c I don’t drink and she made sure they had a regular drink for me), and finally K in the process of getting her hair done)]
Time to get married people!!! Let’s just re-cap shall we, all the things that have gone wrong up until this moment for our dear bride, and my brother, the groom. A week ago, the tailor ruined K’s original wedding dress by cutting off the flare. This was after 6 fittings and over 8 months she had loved this dress and then just like that, crazy lady ruins in. She was refunded her tailoring fees at the very least, go fig. In just one week’s time, she had to find an entirely new dress and have it altered in time for the wedding. Two of my brother’s groomsman couldn’t make it to the wedding including the best man. One waited too long to buy his plane tickets despite knowing for an entire year of the wedding, and one just lost his job and decided not to come, so he went down two groomsman. The wedding colors were in the pinks, but the florist delivered an entire half of the batch in a yellow. We had to send our bridesmaids dresses back 2 times before ending up with four totally different dresses instead of the original one as well as send back the original shoes which were not pink but a peach color and totally uncomfortable with no cushioning in the foot bed at all. Then there was the never ending rain which for the past 2 days had threatened to destroy the wedding which was 80% totally outside, and then finally the wedding rehearsal that almost didn’t happen.
So this morning, I tentatively opened my eyes. I was sleeping in the basement which had windows that led out to the ground floor of the backyard, but I could see through the window slats that the sun was out. OMG! I facebooked her, like the sun is out, PRICELESS. I think literally everyone for five miles let out a sign of relief. I immediately got my stuff for the wedding, and walked next door to K’s mom’s house so we could all ride to the salon. Now my big surprise to all of them was going to be my hair. As soon as I let them know I had an afro, there were no plans made for me at the salon which I knew and let them know that I wouldn’t need my hair done, but months ago I’d purchased a wig to wear, my now 10th or 11th one in my collection. I hadn’t told my family either so they kept bugging me and bugging me to get a hair cut and this and that and finally on Tuesday, I’d gotten my hair cut, but I think my mom was the most pissed because she was like, you can’t go a wedding without having your hair at least neat and trim and blah, blah, blah. I think it was making her nerves bad, but I really wanted it to be one of the surprises of the wedding and to all the guests, so I couldn’t tell her.
We went to the one salon of the entire town practically, and the salon owner offered me up the massage chair so I wouldn’t get bored I guess, but I told her I was shooting the bridal party as they got ready so I snapped around for about an hour and half. The ladies enjoyed Mimosa’s I think…I don’t know…I don’t drink, but one of the bridesmaids had brought all four of us Starbucks for breakfast which I also don’t drink, so she was kind enough to get me this Valencia orange thing which was okay, so I sipped on that while they imbibed a bit. K was so calm. Freakishly so. I think because the sun was out, everything was probably going to be a-ok in her mind and we were all cool with that b/c it had been rough going the night before with the endless rain. Midway through the appointment, we all left to the only bridal shop in town across the street (picture one of those old towns in the wild west, and you’ll have an idea of how this town was set up). We were looking for a veil apparently b/c the one she’d bought went with her original dress, but since this was an all new one, they figured either they’d find one today or she’d go without a veil. The bridal shop worker was like, oh, and when do you need it, and we all laughed and said in unison, “today!” Since K had her hair in curls one of the other girls modeled veils for her until it was decided that there would be no takers. We talked about what was borrowed, blue, old, and new and checked off the list, and then back to the salon to finish up the girls who all looked lovely. K ended up with her hair pulled to one side in a low pony tale of cascading curls, side swept bang, and the pearl pin at the back of her hair. Oye, she was lovely, absolutely lovely.
After that, it was back to get the gluten free cake, and then off to the venue where again, we had a ton of work to do. This is where I met R and two young helpers whom K had paid to help out for the day. R was absolutely a doll and a pleasure to work with. So on top of things, all smiles. I could see myself being life long friends with her. The two teens were great too. We had a few laughs over the lack of bow tying skills we all seemed to have. At one point, when one of them tied this crazy looking ribbon, K started to approach and I screamed, rip it apart, rip it apart, don’t let her see our failure, and everyone cracked up. R ended up fixing it though. We told her she needed to join Pinterest like yesterday with all the stuff she contributed to the wedding and all the cutesy stuff.
So here I was, day of the wedding, hauling in stuff from barns on carts, and trudging through the mud, and fetching people and items left and right and I’m thinking at some point is someone going to let me know its time to get ready. Somewhere in there the other two bridesmaids disappeared after helping out all morning so I kept on helping and eventually I told R who had no clue I was a bridesmaid, that I probably should go check inside the house, and I walk in and everyone is like feverishly getting ready. I was like wtf guys! Thanks for telling me! At least I thought that. Again, I thought, why am I a bridesmaid? Seriously? Clearly not important enough to these life long friends for life to tell I was still out there in the mud schlepping stuff inside and out! I just let it go though. Not about me right. Really, not about me. I got lucky anyway, and got the one downstairs bathroom all to myself and had to power rush putting on the lashes, the make-up the foundation the blush, the dress, and the wig in under 30 minutes which thanks to my pre-practice routine, I could do. I seriously practiced the “what if” I had to get ready in 30, 20, or 15 minutes routines just in case b/c I’d been to a previous thing where I had to rush hair and make-up, so now I practice what to do with it all so I am never flustered for big events again which has more then paid off because I calmly rushed through everything I needed and the only thing I had to re-do was my lashes because despite getting the much better Duo lash glue, I’d glued one on a bit high, so I had to re-position, but YES, they finally stayed on all night.
The plan was we all get ready and then do early photos so that K and A could really enjoy their reception vs. take a whole bunch of photos forever because there was no real official cocktail hour, though people would get drinks any time with the bartender and there were snacks out everywhere strategically placed. Turns out, which was a surprise to me, that there were a total of 10 bridesmaids. There were the four of us official gals who were going to stand in the wedding with our navy dresses and pink heels and the other 6 honorary bridesmaids were told to just wear a fancy navy dress and wedges and take pics with us. There were 5 flower girls who were adorable looking angels in their white studded flower headbands and white dresses with these big satin bows on back. When they were altogether, they looked so angelic and cute. Everyone was ooing and awing. There were also two ringbears, the brides, brother ( a groomsman)’s children. O was so friggin’ cute. I love that kid in his little bow tie, white shirt, grey pants, and chucks. So friggin’ cute next to his brother in the same attire. Picture: www.flickr.com/photos/37515175@N03/9522351536/in/photostr...
First looks were in the barn. The farm owner had these huge curtains that opened up to the outdoor, so we held the doors, nearly 200 years old, closed, as my brother approached and stood waiting on the other side. K said her heart was just pounding away. I knew I couldn’t look or I’d cry. I can’t see people cry with heavy emotion b/c it triggers me and we were literally about to start taking photos, so I looked at the wall behind them until the emotional first look was over, but everyone was just sighing and ooing and awing and wiping tears away. It was such a beautiful moment. My brother had a tear in his eye and he looked so handsome. We never get to see ourselves really dressed up in the same place b/c we live in different states hundreds of miles apart. I gave him a fist bump of approval and he said I looked awesome. At this point, everyone was shocked at my 180. An hour ago, I was covered in mud and had short hair, and now my hair was like down to my shoulders and I was dressed and in heels, so it felt great. As my side of the family started to arrive, I think they were all shocked b/c no one knew. The other HUGE surprise was that K and her other friend had gone half and half on a plane ticket to fly one of my brother’s old work/college friends into town at midnight. My brother had absolutely no clue. K’s mom had told him that they needed him to run to the airport to pick up a late night package from the UPS. Not unusual given the airport is so small and there aren’t many mail drops, so my brother was there waiting, so I’m told, and his friend walks in and says are there any whatever sports team I forget the name that they are both obsessed with fans in the house and my brother turned around and said, I am, and wasn’t of course thinking about his friend, so he does like a double take and was speechless. What a great freaking surprise. K had also conspired to get him a suit and pants and tie for the wedding, so he was able to act as a groomsman to make up for the fact that two had suddenly dropped out. Talk about wonderful surprise!!!
So today I got to meet LJ, who was my kind of person. Dark humor, funny, we were cracking all sorts of inappropriate jokes during the photos and the reception. It was weird b/c he just came up to me, I’d never met him before, said hi, who he was, the surprise and then after that, he and I were hip mates. He even joked that I was gorgeous, and didn’t want my brother beating him up for saying so. Calm down people, he’s married with kids and was being nice, so don’t think of it that way! We had a blast, but before that all happened, we had to rush back inside, everyone was seated, and the music started. K’s cousin played the guitar and sung. I prayed that I would not fall out of my shoes because we were in high heels walking over earth, but we had these heel taps or whatever they are called. Plastic things that you put on your heel tips and they keep you from sinking down in the grass. Totally worked, however, my shoes were two sizes almost too big, so I was toe gripping the hell out of the shoes as I walked. This was an emotional blow to my soul because I can work a four inch heel just fine, but b/c of these huge shoes I had to walk slow and awkward like I didn't know what I was doing or that I knew how to walk in heels, ugh. I took two steps down the aisle and immediately my left shoe started to come off and I was trying to smile and keep my shizz together and maneuver my foot back in without completely having to lean over and do it, but whew, I got it on before I hit the back row of the pseudo outdoor church. Thankfully or not, it was a LONNNNNG walk to the alter and I was the first bridesmaid to do it. Funny thing is, with not that many black people from my side there, I was trying to smile at my family like hey, you’re here, but I waved to this lady who was black and then I realized, I had no clue who she was (turns out she’s one of my mom’s second cousins or something), but awkward, ha! I made it though without tripping. Next were the other three bridesmaids and then ooooooohhhh lawd, cutie pie O and his brother L, the ring bearers. O, who is 2, was led by L who is four by the hand, and little O, made it all the way to the end of aisle and then started playing with the flowers which was super cute with his little sign hanging around his neck which read K plus A. Unfortunately he was so little that the little kids chairs they had up front for them and the flower girls, that he couldn’t reach the chair, so by this time the cute flower girls had come through tossing flowers all dramatically (it was hilarious), and had gone to sit, so I scooped little O up and put him in the chair, well we ran out of chairs somehow so K’s sister (maid of honor)’s daughter didn’t have one and she who is 5 years old began to throw the biggest tantrum you’ve ever seen. O’s mom picked him up freeing up the chair, but she then screamed that no, she didn’t want a green chair, she wanted a yellow one like all the other girls had…and she screamed…and screamed, all the while K was making her way up the ailse with her dad.
Everyone got settled and she was still screaming her head off. K’s dad, who is also a lawyer, who can in that state legally marry people, had moved into his position to lead the ceremony after answering to his son, K’s brother, who gives this woman away, the mother and I, so now leading the ceremony he told the guests to just let it go referring to M’s kid having the tantrum, but M’s husband thankfully snatched her up and omg, she screamed all the way to the barn which was like a mile away and we could all still hear her screaming in the barn. I was thinking, this is like the oldest girl in the bunch and she’s acting like a 3 year old. All the other kids at the BBQ, the bridal shower, and now today, had not so much as shed one tear or screamed or fought or anything, but yet in the three days, I’d seen 3 meltdowns from her alone. Sheesh!
Anyway, after that it was almost smooth sailing. K’s dad announced that K was here today marrying Ad which is his already son-in-law, so that was totally embarrassing, but he quickly corrected himself. Next, Morgan Freeman, aka, my aunts bf, ended up reading the infamous poem that no one wanted to read, there was a moment of silence for those that had passed on, my parents and K’s parents lit anniversary candles. My parents married 35 years, and hers 40, and then K and A lit from their candles their own candle. There was another poem read by the matchmaker who’d set them up. Then there were speeches from the dads. During the ceremony it was so funny, one of the flower girls would walk down the aisle and pick up stray roses and throw them up in the air which provided constant laughs; so cute. Then it was they are married, they kissed and we were done. Tons of family pictures, picture with all the guests, fast forward to food and reception.
There were 4 speeches, one from each dad, and then maid of honor, and then best man. The maid of honor, K’s sister, had this serious loving well thought out speech she’d crafted about how one day the two of them won’t wonder about their love or something, they’ll know, something like that, it was all heartfelt, but part of her speech said something like, you’ll no longer do it, you’ll have done it over and over and there was this one pause and someone laughed and then everyone sort of grabbed hold to the unintentional word play and it was too late, everyone was laughing and cheering and clinking their glasses, and the poor thing was like, no, that wasn’t what I meant, but it made it more awesome. She finished and then the best man who was married to H the pregnant lady, got up and said, you know, yesterday I was here at the barn preparing stuff for today and I was thinking that I hadn’t written a speech for today, so I went to one of the unused rooms of the barn and sat down for a long time to write my speech on a piece of paper I found…and then the pulled out the paper which unraveled revealing a whole spool of toilet paper with his notes on (aka, he’d found the bathroom). That got a huge roar of laughter and applause and his speech was so good, and not jut funny, but heartfelt. I could see why they were good good friends. Absolutely.
Yada yada, good times, we ate salad, potatoes, pulled BBQ pork which was to die for, fruit salad, and some noodle thing. I served some cake up to the guests, they had champagne toasts, and then we lit those wish hot air balloons up into the sky. Ugh, it was magical I tells you. There was a marked hush when K and A’s first balloon went up into the sky. Gorgeous. Then to see all of them floating together was magical. After that it was time to cut loose! The dancing began and it was on! I went out with LJ who was my hip buddy now and he was like, time to get this thing started, so we did like a pseudo Temptations dance with my brother, himself and myself which got some applause, and then it was line dancing, 60’s soul music, some modern alternative, some standard party songs. We did a soul train line. Almost every single person danced to at least 3 songs. The barn was so beautiful at night. We’d lit the mason jar candelabra which was just beautiful, and the Christmas light chandelier was glowing and it was one of those moments where you pause and reflect and say, it was worth it.
So glad my brother has married a wonderful woman with an extraordinary family wracked with love. As my dad said during his wedding speech, the mark of a good parent is that you have raised them so that someone else can love them as much as you love them, and here we all stand today together as two families that are now one, who have raised great children who will someday have their own children. I mean, right there, that was it. I am so glad to now have K as my sister in law. I wish the two of them the longevity and then some that both her parents and my parents have shared in their marriages.
October 17th, 2016
Smoke from the Junkins Fire as seen from the access road to the Frontier Sportsman's Club's Hanover Range.
The fire had started only a few hours prior to this shot.
Project 365! - 2016 - Day 291
In my experience it's good to start them young. Hopefully this young whippersnapper will grow up to have some amazing can control if he's starting out this young. The image is based on a photo I found on my phone of a friend's kid looking longingly at the can of paint that I'd put on the table just within his grasp. The next shot I've got shows him playing with it (and don't worry it didn't actually have a cap on. I have added that for dramatic effect which I'm allowed to do as it's my picture) but this is the one I like when he's got that look of concentration like he's working out what to do next...
Cheers
id-iom
Outfit is From:Cats n' Kittens Boutique ~ Veronica Jeans Set (Both Blue & Black Sets)
Store: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Mystique%20Isle/33/94/2300
DropBack Cove
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Brethren%20Cove/63/31/22
Hair: Doux Brandie
This truck has seen it's better days for sure. Straight from the camera. A junkyard shooting session with Jannepaint www.flickr.com/photos/jannepaint/
L-R: Viv Kartsounis, Sydney Customer Service Officer, Francesca Deidda, Flying Start judge, Gorgi Coghlan, Shoes for Planet Earth founder Nick Drayton, Pilot Andrew Strauss, and Passenger Service Manager Yasmin Chidiac.
This was my third sketch drawn during the Art of Listening session on Wednesday. I decided I would start with the watercolours; I was intrigued by the multi-coloured octopus draped over the back of these two chairs. At the end I decided some line work needed to be added. Perhaps I was wrong?
I got another kidney stone (my first one was 18 years ago and I had to have surgery) last month around this time. This was caused by eating too much spinach. Yes. All the eating clean and exercise I was doing prior to my kidney stone seemed in vain to me. I was thinking even too much of a good thing was bad. I admit, I was discouraged and depressed so after recovering from being sick which took almost two weeks, I began to slowly get back into exercise and eating clean (minus the spinach). However, I was still very discouraged and my exercise became more sporadic to only 1-2 times a week and I wasn't eating as much salad as I had been prior to the kidney stone. So now, I'm starting over. I'm gong back to my exercise, eating clean and staying positive! :-)
I know that these don't "go" together and I don't intend for them to, I've just pulled a random selection that I think might be up your alley, partner, so that you can let me know what direction to take. So please be brutally honest about which of these you may or may not like.
....seen at Willows Beach, Oak Bay, Victoria, BC yesterday afternoon at 6pm. The beach was emptying of all the sun worshippers as I walked by, and caught this couple and thier dog embracing the magic of being at the beach!
this is the location of daily beach volleyball games...
Mt Baker in Washington State is seen in the background!
Yes! I live in paradise!
purple star
~liquid~
*-2081 times over 1977 b.c.c.*
_neptune_
:::the wizard of oz:::
^^pretty in pink^^