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After a long day of me driving, my dad rests in a cheap hotel in Fillmore, Utah

In grade school I was horrified to learn that my dad was the same age as my classmates’ grandfathers. I began to obsess about about his imminent death. Grandfathers die, ergo, he would die, probably soon. I started coming home from school, expecting to find the worst. I stood motionless in doorways, monitoring his ribcage when he was sleeping. It was easy to imagine that he was’t breathing. Sometimes I would sneak in to the room to get a better look and examine his face, the deep wrinkles on his cheeks, the slightly angled incisors, visible confirmation I was his daughter.

When I moved out of my childhood home to my own life, every call that went to a voicemail-that-was-not-set-up-yet, inspired an image of him lifeless, ashen, splayed in awkward position on his kitchen floor. More than once I have braced myself, “Ok, this is finally really happening,” and called the police in his small town to go check if he was still alive.

There is a photo of him and me from 1972 laying on a bed covered in a mustard colored bedspread with pompom fringe. I was a few months old. Laying on my side, his head is next to me in profile gazing in to my eyes and the look between us is pure love. It’s a pity the undeveloped synapses didn’t leave me with the memory of that time, it is buried under complicated geological epochs. The years that followed were hard, a few sweet memories might have been a salve for teenage angst. There was chasm of nearly half a century between us. I struggled to win his approval but couldn’t bend myself to his elusive ideal of an obedient preacher’s daughter in the 1930’s.

In the decades that followed, there have been countless arguments and reconciliations. But, the nebulous biological tether that connected us was more forgiving than we were. One Christmas I gave my dad a photo of myself with President Clinton. I knew was not a fan, but I figured when your kid gets to meet a president, that’s a good thing. He was apoplectic and kicked my husband and I out of his house on Christmas eve. We didn’t speak for a year. One day he called me out of the blue as if nothing had happened. It was implied that if I went along with it, we could act as if nothing ever happened. I was so relieved and emotional, my chin trembled but I managed to keep my voice mostly steady. I got my dad back, and the price was pretending he hadn’t been a jerk.

Thankfully, decades of worrying have been for nothing. Today, my dad is 91 and fueled by a rage that cannot be extinguished; rage at his atrophying body, at Obama, but including all democrats, at the cost of living, at his ex-wife my mother, at me for my liberal views. Rage and isolation have made him strong. He lives alone with one eye and a twice healed shattered pelvis that has rendered him the most stereotypical of shufflers.

In the winter, my dad lives on the third floor walk-up of modest condo in sunny Arizona. He believes the stairs keep him fit. He gets coffee every morning at an affluent grocery store in Scottsdale. He brings his own mug and gets a deep discount. He likes to sit and socialize with the other seniors taking advantage of the bargain. They camp out around terracotta tables with a mismatched mugs and talk about recent medical procedures, their families, and politics. Later in the afternoon he takes a nap, listens to Rush Limbaugh, then goes to the VFW for a beer. Dinner is a handful of raw almonds from Costco. I often encourage healthier eating and the reply is “I’ve eaten healthy my whole life, from now on I’m going to eat whatever I want.”

In the summer he lives in Ashton, Idaho, near his farms. He built his house himself with the help of my brother one summer in the 1990’s. Neither of them are expert craftsmen. Yellow mesh dry wall tape can be seen under badly applied plaster in the corners, the porch can only support the weight of one human or risk collapse, the hot water is where the cold water should be. All the furniture has been bought at the DI, which is a cute nickname for the Mormon thrift store in the neighboring town. Everything functions marginally, but nothing works perfectly, not unlike our relationship.

My dad was once a good driver. Family holidays of my childhood consisted mostly of driving hundreds of miles to stay at a destination one night before a the return journey home. In the last decade, however his skills have declined. The drivers of Arizona have been generous and explicit with their feedback. My dad is oblivious to crude gestures, and not worried about the anxiety his driving may cause others. A man who never tips more than a dollar, is not terribly concerned with what others may think of him. He once told me “ A tip is a gift and you never have to give a gift.”

This year he agreed to let me take him to Idaho. I called him the night before I flew in to confirm he’d pick me up. “Oh, are you coming tomorrow?” he joked. “Saturday is a big day. It’s steak night at the VFW.” He says “doubleya” just like George Bush.He was waiting for me in the exact right place at the exact right time. I saw his truck in the distance and walked towards it. My sleeping bag winter coat was rolled up and shoved in to my now bulky carry-on. It felt good to walk in the warm Phoenix air. As I got closer, I looked more carefully. Where was he? I could see the headrests outlined clearly on both sides of the car,It looked empty. After a few more steps his face began to appear through the dusty windshield. He was there, shrunken within the silhouette of where he used to be.

He got out beaming and shuffled around the hood to me. I hugged him hard to feel if he was any less solid than he was a few months ago. He felt the same. I lifted my suitcase in the back of the truck, which was full of stones and we drove off. Rocks tumbled and clattered around the back, at every turn, start and stop. “Did you see my rock collection?” he asked as an orchestra of pebbles ping-ponged over the truck bed.

Before I had a chance to reply, he started to pull out on to a five lane road in front of a stream of fast moving cars. “Dad! Wait! Don’t you see those cars?” I shouted, immediately reproaching myself to soften my tone. “We’re not in a hurry. Let’s wait until the coast is clear.” I tried out an angelic voice, twisting like a yoga pose to look out the back window. “Ok, after this guy, you can go now.” He lurched into the second and third lanes at about 20 miles an hour. A few moments later he tried to use the indicator, but missed and the windshield wipers began to squeak and jump across the dry glass. We both laughed.

We set off the next morning. He made it clear that he wanted to get to Idaho as fast as possible, no stopping for fun or sightseeing. The endless chime of his unfastened seatbelt accompanied us as we navigated from driveway to road to highway.

Google maps suggested the fastest way is to go north over the Grand Canyon. Incredulous, my dad insists the fastest way is through Las Vegas. “I hope you’re not planning to squander my inheritance in some casino” I say as part of an ongoing joke we have about how much he spends in casinos. He’ll often call me to report excitedly he won $50 or so, and then reveal he spent $100 to do it.

We headed west and passed through boring places with interesting names like “Surprise” or ‘Nothing.” Comfortable silence took over over but not before he tried to needle me a little about politics. He follows the Republican party like a sleepwalking lemming and gleefully mentions he supports outlawing abortion. I took the bait and told him, “As your daughter, you are telling me that you don’t support me or my choices, it’s insulting. Plus you are an atheist.” He replied “I’m a Christian atheist.” I couldn’t argue with that.

I sipped truck stop coffee out of a trough-sized reusable cup, ignored him, and watched the landscape transition from beige to red. Saguaro cacti gave us the finger for a couple hundred miles. My dad fell asleep to the drone of the wheels on the seams of the highway.

A few years ago I got my dad an iPad, hoping that we could share photos and that he could enjoy the splendors of the modern age. It didn’t really work. He has two bookmarks in his browser; one for a site that publishes the daily price for alfalfa, and the obituary page of the Rock Springs Rocket, the newspaper from his hometown.

When we got to Idaho we had dinner at the local diner use their wifi. “Dead, dead, dead” he said to himself as he drew a finger down the screen. “I’ve outlived just about everyone I know, and that in itself is an achievement.” I asked him if he’s afraid of dying. He looks at me like I just asked him to teach me to tie my shoes and answer’s “Not all all, why? Do you think I should be? I’m going to die Natalie, there is not doubt about that. When, where, how, I don’t know, maybe it will happen in 10 minutes. When you get to be 90 years old, you are kind of living are borrowed time, so I am just going to live my normal life.” He's been living on borrowed time my whole life, I think to myself.

Although it's still officially Spring in Europe my kids associate the start of Summer with my bringing the trampoline out of hibernation.

The is a photograph from the 13th running of the Fields of Athenry 10KM took place on St. Stephen's Day, December 26th 2014 at 11:00 in Athenry, Co. Galway, Ireland. Just under 1,200 participants finished the race today under the Medieval Arch in the town. The weather was certainly not for the faint hearted. With temperatures of about 3C and a biting wind mixed with rain participants had to endure a very very cold race day morning. Heavy rain during the previous night had seen some flooding on the road between 6KM and 9KM. Regardless of this, as always, The Fields of Athenry Road Race rose to the challenge.

This is one of the leading 10KM road races in Ireland. It is hard to believe that the race is "only" thirteen years old. It's superb organisation, atmosphere, and great race history gives it the characteristic of a race that is many years older. The credit for this goes to the wonderful athletics club in Athenry AC and the Race Director for 2014 Frank Burke and his team of volunteers. The attention to every detail in the race which this year attracted over 1,200 participants means that the race has earned it's stripes as one of the leading road races in Ireland. This year the race coupled with Athenry Tidy Towns Committee. A contribution from the proceeds from this year's race will be made to support the work of the Tidy Town Committee.

The race started at the Railway station and then took in a loop of the famous fields of Athenry where it turns left and begins it's return to the town, passing the soccer club, over the railway lines, and finishing under the medival arch in Athenry town for a fittingly atmospheric finish to the race. Race HQ is in the Presentation College in Athenry. Post race showers, prize giving ceremony, and refreshments were provided in the College after the race.

We have a very extensive set of photographs from this year's event. The link to the full set of photographs on this Flickr photostream is here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157649881213766. There are some photographs of the race start and photographs of the race finish from the 1st across the line until the 50 minutes finish time. It just got too cold to continue at this point.

The Dakar 2015 starts in Argentina. Keep updated on the race!

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Hardlopen met het programma "Start to run". 3 x per de week gedurende 10 weken met als doel 5 km te kunnen lopen. Vandaag was dag 7.

Running with a programm called "Start to run". 3 times per week, for 10 weeks in order to be able to run 5 kms after that. Today was day 7.

being refreshed is the eye candy

"A smile starts on the lips,"

~ Carolyn Birmingham

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memories from a garden...

Thanks for stopping by

and God Bless,

hugs, Chris

Galgo "Fiete" start to run with the wind...

Brian started putting together his Lego Porsche. He's going to be busy with this for awhile. After many hours working on it today, he his almost done with box one of four.

First day not posting a photo I took that day. I did take a few photos, but they were of the tree that fell over in our yard O_o

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Who remembers these?!

The Y36 started life with some Wright thingies which had a one-piece door, and I can't remember id they were 'big' buses like the Renown or little like a Cadet or something. It was also numbered 36 and painted orange at the front, which I believe NCT had something to say about. Soon enough the route number changed, and then so did the colour.

I do remember that on the first day of Dunn Line 36 operation, no fares were charged at all!

Here is the Renown in the short-lived but fairly pleasing orange and plum livery which I had to look at a picture to get it right (and still couldn't work out the size of the bus!)

The Wrights were replaced by Pointer Darts, with a Plaxton President and possibly even a Palatine Oly appearing now and again. Then in 2011 the Citaros came and Yourbus became a bit dull.

The Start was a professional SLR built by KMZ from 1958 till 1964. A total of 76.503 cameras have been built.

Read more at cameras.alfredklomp.com/start/ or www.sovietcams.com/index.php?-2135336996

A bit of a foggy start to a Monday morning. But I'm ready for the 82s

this one I posted in progress and is now finished... Now I can start my day!

Trees starting to change to Autumn leaves in Tenterfield

Lowesmoor Wharf an inlet off the Birmingham And Worcester Canal in Worcester, Worcestershire.

The canal starts in Worcester, as an 'offshoot' of the River Severn (just after the river lock) and ends in Gas Street Basin in Birmingham. It is 29 miles (47 km) long. There are 58 locks in total on the canal, including the 30 Tardebigge Locks, one of the largest lock flights in Europe. The canal climbs 428 feet (130 m) from Worcester to Birmingham.

The parliamentary bill permitting its construction was passed in 1791 empowering the company to raise £180,000 (£18.9 million as of 2014), through 1,800 shares at a cost of £100 each. It also allowed them to raise a further £70,000, if needed, amongst themselves or by the mortgage of tolls and rates. The Act also permitted the company to allow landowners on the line to build wharfs and wharfhouse, and if they refuse to, the company are allowed to if needed. A further Act of Parliament authorised the raising of £149,929 amongst themselves or through the creation of new shares. However, the company were unable to raise the full amount of money authorised by the second Act, and so another was passed allowing them to raise £49,680. Another Act was passed to obtain more money in 1808. This Act empowered the company to raise £168,000 through the creation of 4,200 shares at £40 each. A final Act was passed in 1815 after the company had purchased land for reservoirs, which was not permitted in the previous Acts. The Act permitted the company to sell the land and to pay a debt of £29,096 (£1,880,000 as of 2014), to the treasurers by September 29, 1815 as well, otherwise it would be taken out of the proceeds raised from selling the land.

The canal was surveyed by Josiah Clowes and John Snape. Its engineers changed often, and included Thomas Cartwright, John Woodhouse and William Crosley.

Construction of a barge-width (14 ft) canal began in 1792 from the Birmingham end, but progressed slowly. Selly Oak was reached in October 1795 and Kings Norton Junction by May 1796, meeting the new Stratford-upon-Avon Canal which had by then reached Hockley Heath. By March 1797 the 2726 yard (2493 m) Wasthill Tunnel was open and the canal was trading to Hopwood. In 1807 the canal reached Tardebigge without the use of locks. From Worcester Bar to Tardebigge top lock, the canal is at the 453 ft Birmingham Level. The cost of building 14-foot (4.3 m) locks was too great so the 56 locks down to Worcester were built to the narrow 7-foot (2.1 m) specification, with the final two locks connecting to the Severn in Worcester being 14-foot (4.3 m) to allow river craft access to Diglis Basin.

The final 16 miles (26 km) was opened in December 1815. Plans to construct basins at Lowesmoor and Diglis were carried out eventually. A major user of the canal was the Cadbury chocolate factories at Bournville and Blackpole, Worcester.

Finally time to work on my Fab Little Quilt Swap quilt.

新しい命の旅がはじまる。

Pouva Start two tone colored hellical telescoping camera for 6x6cm exposures on 120 rollfilm one speed shutter and time exposure, Made by Karl Pouva freital Germany c1956 See Pouva Start 1 here www.flickr.com/photos/64947908@N05/8603116896/in/photostream

Stena Voyager start her turn on to her berth at Belfast VT4. Behind the HSS is the conventional ferry Stena Caledonia.

Name: Stena Voyager

Type of Vessel: Ro-ro/passenger Ship

Flag: UK

Builder: Finnyards

IMO: 9080209

Name: Stena Caledonia (Port Link)

Type of Vessel: Ro-ro/passenger Ship

Flag: UK

Builder: Harland & Wolff

IMO: 7910917

New Facebook account:

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Webpage/Blog/Gallery:

www.Rawcar.com

Start of a new series; 'depth conversion'

6x8x2, uses paper, a watch gear, old nautical chart...

"Sidewalk Start" by Brendan Arthur Ring | Redbubble rdbl.co/2vKYpF6

wishing everyone a fresh start in 2010!

"Fresh Start Scholarship Event Empowers Wilmington Students for Success: CSC Station Hosts Inspiring Gathering on June 15th"

Start of the 2015 Yukon Quest from Whitehorse, Yukon.

Title: The Start

Date: ca. 1912

Part Of: Eric Steinfeldt collection of maritime views

Place: Galveston, Galveston County, Texas

Physical Description: 1 photographic print (postcard)

File: ag2009_0005_01_01_240_c_start_opt.jpg

Rights: Please cite DeGolyer Library, Southern Methodist University when using this file. A high-resolution version of this file may be obtained for a fee. For details see the sites.smu.edu/cul/degolyer/research/permissions/ web page. For other information, contact degolyer@smu.edu.

For more information, see: digitalcollections.smu.edu/cdm/ref/collection/tex/id/668

View Texas: Photographs, Manuscripts, and Imprints: digitalcollections.smu.edu/all/cul/tex/

2012 CONCACAF Women's Under-20 Championship

11 March 2012 - Ciudad de Panama, Panama

Christabel Oduro

Jaclyn Sawicki

Sabrina D'Angelo

Constance de Chantal-Dumont

Danica Wu

Jenna Richardson

Nkem Ezurike

Rachel Melhado

Shelina Zadorsky

Kylie Davis

Nicole Hill

Starting Line crop

The organiser of the Uki Refugee Project with Rev. John Tyman at the Holy Trinity Church where the concert was held (in Uki, NSW)

GB Railfreight Class 92, 92038 prepares to take the Edinburgh portion of the Caledonian Sleeper Up Lowlander from Waverley to Carstairs, where it will join with the Glasgow portion.

The Starting Line, December 17th 2021, Franklin Music Hall. Philadelphia PA.

This was the first concert I got to shoot with the Nikon Z9. The lighting at this venue is not very good, as you can see, there was not a lot of front light. Without a front "white wash" or "spot lights", your images will be all over the place.

Without the spot or white wash, you have to bump your ISO higher than normal, and work the files a lot more in post.

With all of that being said, I still love the files I get from a Nikon. The cameras SUPER QUICK when it comes to taking photos. I shot it only in 20 FPS mode as you can't get RAW files at 30 FPS. Plus, you don't exactly need 30 FPS in this situation. (i wont be using 30 because it's JPEG).

In therms of Auto Focus, the focusing boxes were all over the dam place due to the lack of light in the face. It might find the eye in some situations, then jump to something else because there wasn't a lot of light.

Stephen was at the show shooting with the Canon R3 and ran into the same problem with the face detect and eye af bouncing all over the place.

What I can say, is the Nikon glass all the way around is slower focusing then Canon and Sony. Especially the 1.8 lenses, they are not as quick as I would like. The 70-200 is better, but in my experience using all flagship systems, the Nikon lags behind with focus speed. With that being said, it's lightyears ahead of the Z6 and Z7 and I could use it without an issue. I think I would on occasion miss some images that the Sony or Canon wouldn't miss, but it would be fine.

In terms of Banding, I did run into some issues caused by flickering LED lights. This is normal for all stacked sensor cameras from the a9 to a1 to Z9 and R3. The Canon and Sony's offer you variable shutter speeds to try and match the flickering. The issue there, when you have multiple types of LED lights, there's no way to match all of them. As a last resort the a1 and R3 also have a shutter and the Z9 does not. Stephen switched the shutter on and if he was above 1/400th of a second, even with the mechanical shutter, he still saw some banding. I felt the Z9 with Flickr mode on and off (it does not have variable shutter speed) did a very nice job. There's only so much you can do with these LED lights and I think the Nikon handled it really well. This was just a crap lighting situation that really pushes all cameras to the extreme.

This is just one concert setting, I shot with MUCH BETTER lighting the next night and got some great images, I will share those another time.

Another issue I ran in to, it's hard to know when you're taking photos when you can't hear the digital shutter noise. Theres white lines that show up around the outsides of the frames, but it's mostly out of my field of view. So it's hard to know when you're shooting unless you take your eyes away from the subjects, which I don't want to do. In fact, I handed the camera to my friend Richie to give it a shot, he took 350 images in 3 minutes because he said "there's no indication i'm taking photos". Canon puts a box more in the middle of the frame so you know when you're shooting.

It's been a while since i've uploaded all the FULL RES edited jpegs for people to see, but it was time to do it again.

I will have a lot more to say about the Z9 as I continue to use it. The good news is, i've shot two concerts, birds flying and a basketball game so far. Is it perfect....no, is it horrible, far from it. It has it's quirks, it needs some tweaks and I will pass my findings back to Nikon and everyone else who's interested.