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Taken for the Macro Mondays theme of Contraption. This is (as I am reliaby informed by my OH) an ammeter. No idea how it works or how to use it so I felt it fitted the theme! HMM!
A farewell by the starlings for my last trip to Leighton Moss, Silverdale, Lancs for 2022.
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(July 9, 2014)
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The theme today is taking four lines from Dorothea Mackellar's patriotic poem, "My Country". Mackellar was just 19 and homesick in London when she started writing this poem in 1904. It was first published in The Spectator in 1908. Here is the complete version, originally titled, "Core of My Heart":
"The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly."
. . . do it yourself.
♪♫♪♫ Listen to the theme please. ♪♫♪♫
Idea, poses and photo are done by Iris
The wonderful funny story is written by Ash
Special thanks to my sis River Anwyl for playing the copper ^^
This whole story started with the "Mr. Pinchy afair" which can be seen in the album in which I add this photo.
And a big thank you to Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy for being the inspiration!
And now without further ado on to the story. Thank you again for putting words to my silly ideas dearest Ash!
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"Come on Iris! Just stand up and let me put your chair on the roof and we can go already!.....It will be much faster if I did it!"
"Not a chance, Ash!", Iris grunted as she struggled to get her wheel chair on top of Ash's beat-up old chevette while balancing on a ladder placed against the mountain of stuff that was on top of Ash’s car. "I will feel much better knowing it was secured properly!"
Ash got behind the wheel of her "Classic" Hatchback and waited impatiently. The deafening rumbling noise from the hole in the chevette's muffler drowned out what Iris was trying to say. "Do you really need all this stuff, Ash?"
"What?", her pint-sized friend replied. "Are you ready yet?"
"NO!.....I am not ready, Ash!", Iris called out while struggling to firmly secure her wheel chair atop the mountain of "essential" items.
In the car's backseat, Ash's dog, Professor Noodle, pushed against the door causing the car to slightly shake as if someone had just gotten into the backseat. "Finally!", Ash said, thinking Iris had gotten in the back. "What? Your not talking to me now?", she added. Professor Noodle sniffed at Ash's ear. Ash laughed playfully, "knock it off, Iris! You know I hate that....... and eat a mint!.....Cheese-us your breath smells like you were licking a butthole or eating a tird sandwich or something!"
Ash put the car in drive and gunned it. From on top of the car's roof, Iris screamed out in horror as the car suddenly took off. All she could do was climb into her wheel chair, hold on to her hat and hang on for dear life.
The Chevette made it's way down the canyons winding roads on the way to the interstate. Iris was shrieking the entire time like a gay vampire who was locked outside a grave as the sun came up.
Inside the car, Ash was blasting Starship's Greatest Hits and was singing along at the top of her lungs. She was so caught up in the middle of her favorite song, “Nothings Gonna Stop Us Now”, that she didn't notice the motorcycle cop behind her with it's flashing lights on.
Officer Anwyl realized the driver of the chevette wasn't going to pull over, so she decided to take a shortcut and cut them off a few miles down the winding the road.
In no time, officer Anwyl was ahead of the chevette and stood in the middle of the road ready to order them to stop.
The hunk of rusty red metal rounded the corner at a high rate off speed. Iris was white knuckling her wheel chair as the tiny hatchback tilted on to two wheels. Mister Pinchy even slipped out of the side pocket he was stowing away in and hung on by his tiny little pincher. Officer Anwyl screamed out and high stepped out of the way, narrowly escaping the wrath of Ash's clunker with bad brakes. Ash had to pull up the emergency brake handle in order to stop the car.
"SHUT THE ENGINE OFF NOW!", commanded officer Anwyl. Ash killed the engine and could immediately hear Iris on top of the roof, hyperventilating.
Ash peaked her head out the window and looked up, "What are you doing up there, Iris? You trying to get me a ticket?" Iris stared down at Ash, her face flushed red, boiling over with anger.
"I am gonna need to see some ID", demanded officer Anwyl. Ash reached for her purse but was interrupted by the officer. "No not you ma'am, Teen Wolf up there", she said, pointing at Iris.
Iris was completely baffled. "ME?!"
"Yes you!. I am issueing you a summons for ‘Reckless Endangerment’ and for ‘Riding in a Non-Designated Passenger Compartment."
Iris stared down at Ash who was looking up at her with a sheepish smile on her lush lips and scratching the top of her head, and said: "Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!"
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There was a definite theme for large parts of the trip to the LS&I - rain. Lots and lots of rain. I was stood in it for a good long while waiting here for this train, and would end up standing in even more later in the day waiting for more trains. It's a cycle, I suppose.
3 Yard-Hill rounds the curve at Forestville, MP58, as it nears the yard at Marquette. With a ship now scheduled for the next day, things are getting busy as the railroad prepares for it. The rain probably isn't helping matters as the heavy train slinks through the forest, though the worst of the grade is behind them now.
Oops…wait…did I get the theme wrong?
For We're Here - Gravel.
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Theme Description: From classic pointy shoes to a dame's dramatic widow's peak, from mountain tops to a scaly animal's structured tail, the tips or pointed ends of objects are all around us. For this theme, capture your doll in her most dramatic gown with pointy shoulders, showcase his flexibility with a pose that reaches a vertical tipping point, or zoom in on an everyday object or landscape in your doll's world with a pointed edge. Find novel or creative ways to make this ubiquitous feature a focal point of your photo. Aim, "point," and click those shutter buttons!
This photo: For this theme, I knew I wanted to focus on fashion, and "pointed" made me think of the high contrast colors of black, white, and red. I started with the outfit and found that the perfect doll to model it was a (Basics) Barbie. :)
Glasses/necklace: Mattel
Crop top and skirt: Sal (It was totally unplanned that the outfit I chose for its pointy structure also had the word "appointed" visible in the text. I didn't see that until I was editing!
Purse and earrings: Integrity Toys
Tonic Themes.
Hatalmasság költészet jellegzetes versek ügyesen áramló szerves lírai szövegrészek sokkoló nyelvek ünnepi érzékiség példátlan landolásai,
ffyrdd ymgorfforiad sy'n cael ymwybyddiaeth drawsnewidiol datblygiadau esthetig cyflythreniad cyseinedd pynciau crai afreolaidd,
bardes en expansion sans doute mythes fabricant d'épopées à succès idées historiques patrons démodés compréhension des circonstances points spatiaux,
включение отсылок, поглощающих многообразие, современные выражения, общие поэтические желания, различные нетрадиционные шаги, дикие стада.,
Gile sínte necks roithleánach sean turcaithe taispeántais gairmeacha fuála éadach slua do-scriosta fearg ag fás strata searmanais,
चिरस्थायी पासहरू हर्षित विघटनहरू चुम्बकीय दिनहरू मोटलिंग औंलाहरू अवमूल्यन गर्ने जिब्रोहरू कुटिल कुण्डहरू मर्दाना आघातहरू,
形而上学の世界ツインビジョン無慈悲な人生さわやかな液体の腹の脳は、与えられたコマンドを昇順でささやくのを知っているエゴをスキップします.
Steve.D.Hammond.
FlickrFriday theme #Nostalgia
Given to me due to my interest in cameras, but not much I can do here. Here is a short bio on the owner,
Dr. Arnold Burden, 96, Springhill, NS, served overseas during the Second World War. He was part of the first medical team at Normandy, and later treated victims at a concentration camp.
Burden’s bravery continued when he went underground to treat miners during the Springhill, NS, disasters in 1956 and 1958.
“He was pretty brave,” says 95-year-old retired miner Herb Pepperdine. “If you seen the mess that was in that mine, for him to go down there and help all those miners, yup.”
Pepperdine says Dr. Burden meant a lot to the community.
“Oh he meant a lot. Good doctor,” says Pepperdine. “He'd come right to your house.”
Later in life, Burden became involved in promoting the Miner's Museum and the town's coal mining history. It was said all he had to do was be asked, and he would attend any event.
Burden kept a book about his work underground. He also had a knack for knowing names.
Historical Society president Russell Fisher helped nominate him for the Order of Nova Scotia.
“He spoke to everyone. When he went to the post office or anywhere on the street, he spoke to you and he called you by name. It was different. A lot of professional people today, they haven't got time," says Burden.
Burden also received France's Legion of Honour and the Governor General's Caring Canadian Award.
Went for a lunchtime wobble.
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A set of hollywood themed cupcakes for a debut. The rain got to the toppers before i was able to deliver them, so i had to make fondant versions eventually. Good thing i was able to take pictures!
Thank you to Tanya for giving me such a fun baptismal theme to work with. BUTTONS!!! These are belgian chocolate cookie buttons, and the baby "thread" on them is made of royal icing.
A set of hollywood themed cupcakes for a debut. The rain got to the toppers before i was able to deliver them, so i had to make fondant versions eventually. Good thing i was able to take pictures!
Doesn't feel like too much longer and will be able to swap squirrels for stags, bitterns, lambs and fell ponies for my Sunday photographers. In the meantime... a squirrel.. again.
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