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Showing the gradation of three ripening avocados. Also known as Alligator Pear. (I just learned that).
Bright green is unripe. Notice the avocado in the centre is darkening and the last one is quite dark - and is soft to the touch.
4083.
365 Days in Colour: January colour: Pale Blue: #13.
Macro Mondays: 1/14/2013: Rule of thirds with three things.
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Panorama view of Jamison Valley with Mount Solitary and the Three Sisters rock formation in the Blue Mountains - Katoomba NSW Australia
The bust is "Madame Adrien-Cyprien Duquesnoy" by Jean Antoine Houdon, from around 1805. On the wall is an early 19th-century French wall light, with Baron Francois Gerard's painting of "Comtesse de Morel-Vinde and Her Daughter (The Music Lesson)," from 1799.
14-05-2010
Three enormous bronze swords stand monument to the battle of Hafrsfjord in the year 872, when Harald Hårfagre (Fairheaded Harald) united Norway into one kingdom. The monument was designed by Fritz Røed (1928 - 2002) from Bryne, just south of Stavanger. It was unveiled by Norway's King Olav in 1983.
The swords, which are about 10 meters tall, stand for peace and unification. One sword is larger than the others. This was Fairheaded Harald's sword. The swords are planted in solid rock - representing peace.
The swords can be found at Møllebukta which is a bay area on the southern shore of Hafrsfjord. The name "Møllebukta" derives from "mølla" (mill) and "bukt (bay). There used to be a corn mill here. Today the area is one of Stavangers most popular recreational areas.
Three potato croquettes with meat and cheese stuffing
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The 'tridge', a three-sided bridge over the confluence of the Chippewa and Tittabawassee Rivers in Midland, Michigan
this is the story of the lake and the three fish that were in it,
one of them intelligent, another half-intelligent, and the third, stupid.
some fisherman came to the edge of the lake with nets. and the three fish saw them...
...the intelligent fish decided at once to to make the long, difficult trip to the ocean.
he thought, "i won't consult with these two on this. they will only weaken my resolve, because they love this place so. they call it home. and the ignorance will keep them here." and so the intelligent fish made its whole length a moving footprint and, like a deer the dogs chase, suffered greatly on its way, but finally made it to the edgeless safety of the sea...
...the half-intelligent fish thought, "my guide is gone. i should have gone with him, but i didn't, and now i've lost my chance to escape. i wish that i had gone with him." so the half-intelligent fish mourned the absence of his guide for a while, and then thought to himself, "what can i do to save myself from these men and their nets? perhaps if i pretend to be dead! i'll belly up on the surface and float like a weed floats, just giving myself totally to the water. to die before i die." so he did that and so he bobbed up and down, helpless, within the arm's reach of the fisherman. "look at this! the biggest fish of all is dead." one of the men lifted him up by the tail, spat on him, and threw him up on the ground he rolled over and over and slid secretly near the water, and then, back in...
...meanwhile, the third fish, the dumb one, was agitatedly jumping about, trying to escape with agility and cleverness. the net, of course, finally closed around him. and as he lay there in the terrible frying-pan, he thought, "i'll get out of this, i'll never live again in the limits of a lake. next time, next time the ocean! i'll make the infinite ocean my home. the infinite, my home."
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The Three Horsehoes, Winkwell, Hertfordshire, by the Grand Union Canal
The Three Horseshoes is a traditional 16th Century pub just a few minutes from the busy A41 but tucked away down a narrow lane which opens out on to the Grand Union Canal. First impressions are breathtaking. It is quintessentially charming - full of beams, nooks and crannies and three inglenook fireplaces. In winter you will be greeted with roaring log fires. In summer enjoy dining al fresco on the peaceful canal side patio where you can while away the hours watching the boats sail through the swing bridge.
History
The Three Horseshoes is located in the tiny hamlet of Winkwell lying between the railway line and the Grand Union Canal, in the parish of Bourne End. There are four terraced cottages, a modern bungalow, a big old house set in a large garden, another large house tucked behind the pub and not forgetting numerous canal boats moored in the boatyard. The road bridge which crosses the canal was originally a wooden swing bridge operated by a large wheel turned by hand. The operation was mechanized in the 1980s. It is one of just three such bridges on the southern Grand Union Canal.
The name Winkwell is thought to be, possibly, derived from old English Wincel, meaning a corner and weil (a spring or well).
The pub dates back in parts from 1535. It was once farm cottages with a shop to the rear and stables nearby. It was a regular stopping point for the bargees who would buy their groceries and refreshment here and stable their horses overnight. Canal horses were shoed in the village forge which was originally attached to the cottage next to the pub. www.the3horseshoeswinkwell.co.uk/s_about.asp
Well, here is a sad update on my three-week old Toyota Prius V. On Thursday, December 6, 2012, driving home from visiting a friend, I hit a deer. It was 5:15 pm--full dark at this time of year. I was on the road where I live, maybe three minutes from my driveway. I was driving approximately 35 mph in a 45 mph zone (I don't like driving after dark, for good reason!), when I caught a glimpse of movement at the driver's side, in front of the car. I braked, hard, & ran into the second of two deer running, full-tilt, across the road. Although it felt like I just tapped the deer, my car sustained damage to the front bumper, fog lamps, headlamps, hood, &, probably, the driver's side fender. I'm sure repair cost will exceed my $500 deductible & will, probably, cost several thousand dollars. I'll be taking the car in for an estimate on Monday. On the good news side, I am fine; I barely felt the impact & the car is driveable. The deer didn't fare as well. In the past fifteen years that I've lived in this rural area, I've had four collisions with deer--two in which the deer ran into my car & two of which I ran into the deer. This most recent accident made me feel just awful--embarrassed & like a lousy driver, as well as very vulnerable on the road. I regained a bit of perspective, when I attended a neighborhood party & chatted with some of the folks there. One shared with me that she had picked up her car from repair after a deer collision &, three days later, hit another deer! She went back to the body shop & asked if they guaranteed their work. She showed the damage & said the dents had recurred. I guess it's important to always keep one's sense of humor! I still have my former car, so I will have a safe, familiar car to drive while the Prius is in the shop. I am thankful that the accident was minor! I am considering trying to locate a defensive driving class. I brake, instinctively, but would like to learn to swerve, as well.
On December 12th, I got the estimate for repairs & it's impressive--almost $5,000 & an expected 8 days in the shop. In doing some research, I see that the majority of deer collisions occur in the months of October-December, usually at dawn or dusk, & that deer, most often, travel in pairs. Lucky me! For the record, I found out that swerving is, usually, not considered advisable, because it might result in roll-over or a second collision. I, also, discovered that I am required to fill out an accident report, if repairs will cost more than $1,000. I wish I could give up all night driving, but it's really not feasible in my area. The best news I can think of (in addition to the facts that I am fine, my car is repairable, & I have insurance coverage!) is that I like the auto body shop I use; at least, it's good business for them!
Two updates--My car was in the shop for more than 3 weeks & repairs cost more than $7,000. About 3 weeks after I got my car back, my friend Duane was driving at the same location where I had the accident. He was using his low beams, because a car was approaching from the opposite direction, when a deer ran across the road from the right-hand side (mine came from the left). If there had been a second deer, as there was in my case, he said he felt sure he would have hit it. There was just no time to react. I had felt deficient as a driver, but, perhaps, it was, truly, an accident!
The Three Graces, daughters of the Greek sun god Helios, by artist & sculptor Rudy Weller. Created in aluminium and covered with gold leaf.
For six word story.
or more properly, in the APS / Atlanta Photographic Society history book. In celebration of their 40th year of being an active photographic club, APS published a book. The history of the club, it's evolution, and it's members over the years. I am proud to be a part of that longstanding tradition.
Parking lot.
I can't tell if these are authentic old signs painted over one another or if it was just painted to make it seem that way.
Recycle 20090805 37f2
The Three Pagodas are an ensemble of three independent pagodas arranged on the corners of a equilateral triangle, near the town of Dali, Yunnan province, China, dating from the time of the Nanzhao kingdom and Kingdom of Dali.
The Three Pagodas are made of brick and covered with white mud. As its name implies, the Three Pagodas comprise three independent pagodas forming a symmetric triangle.
The main pagoda, known as Qianxun Pagoda, reportedly built during 823-840 AD by king Quan Fengyou of the Nanzhao state, is 69.6 meters high and is one of the tallest pagodas in China’s history. The central pagoda is square shaped and composed of sixteen stories; each story has multiple tiers of upturned eaves. The other two sibling pagodas, built about one hundred years later, stand to the north-west and south-west of Qianxun Pagoda. They are 42.19 meters high. Different from Qianxun Pagoda, they are solid and octagonal with ten stories.
(From Wikipedia, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Pagodas)
Three class 37s at Bridge of Orchy.
37178+37407 on the 14.15 Fort William to Glasgow .
Failed 37403 is dumped in the sidings, 37178 detached here to collect it.
3/6/86
Last winter, my niece Ezri celebrated her very serious third birthday. On hand, in addition to the grown-up feastings, were two spectacular birthday cakes: a blue drizzled number with blueberries and curly candles on top, and an irresistible googly-eyed frog. Both were delicious.
I'm pretty sure but not positive that the lazy-tongued frog was done by my sister-in-law Jane - she is given to making gleeful cakes for appropriate occasions. Anent which, a story.
A couple of years back Jane made a bright dragon-shaped cake for my nephew, and I was admiring it. I had some creative cakes when I was little, but they were more of a diorama kind of thing - take cake add dinosaurs, and so forth - rather than objects; and there's something about objects. I was probably lamenting that I'd never had an awesome dragon cake when I was that age, and Jane laughed and said she'd make me a fun cake for my next birthday if I wanted, and how about a rocket ship? I said sure.
And on my next birthday, she made me a rocket ship cake.
But wait, it gets better. We got together with the kids for a romp date (a.k.a. Pile On Uncle Linus Day) in Prospect Park, and the cake was revealed to predictably eager children of all ages. It was wonderful, of course, but oops - in the bustle of packing a picnic and wrangling toddlers, the utensils didn't make it into the bag. Napkins, oh yes, and plates. But oops.
Well, what's a child of all ages to do in a case like this? We dug in with our hands (I narrowly resisted the urge to try a karate chop in place of civilized rational cutting, or chunking), and laid waste to the rocket.
We adults (ish) were of course properly slightly mortified at the scene, because you have to be after all those years of internalized table manners. But man, was it fun.
just a simple low angle of tall coconut trees. those trees grows in the middle of a private villa in bali.
you are invited!
view three generations of swingers - _MG_9006 on a black background.
no privacy on the playground for this teenage couple, nick followed them around everywhere until they left.
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