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Seen alongside the stream that flows through Johnston Canyon in Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.
To see more pictures from our 54 day road trip please check out my Road Trip 2009 set
pet sitting this weekend at the 'rents place while they are on their 26th anniversary weekend.
argus is a Schipperke. they don't usually have tails.
Hi Flickr, long time no see!
As the company I work for will be moving to a new premises this week I thought I'd opt for a Bionicle desk buddy like I did when I started working here back in 2015.
This is the Protector of Time herself, Vahi, who is a custom G2 Bionicle character who was the original wearer of G2's Mask of Time.
I have had Vahi built since early 2020 but have as far as I recall never shared her publicly, possibly due to that being the time I was starting to fall away from the wider Bionicle fandom. Her mask is a 3D print from Shapeways whose creator I don't recall, apologies.
Not really sure what this picture is all about..haha. It's kinda creepy. Anyways I finally gave that little old alarm clock back to my grandma...but guess what she brought me when she came down to visit! A Kodak Vest Pocket Model B camera that was manufactured in 1929. It was her mom's back in the day--pretty amazing!! I'll do something fun with it this weekend hopefully :)
(Day 90/365, August 28, 2010)
An Ottawa Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor pulled over a driver for some kind of traffic infraction, on Saint Laurent Boulevard just across the Queensway from the Saint Laurent Centre.
Unfortunately, I had to use digital zoom to get this shot. I waited to cross Saint Laurent Boulevard to try and get a closer shot, but, by the time I got the "Walk" guy, the ticketing was over, and both cars advanced towards the traffic lights. I aimed the camera at the police car anyway, but the ticketed driver noticed me and yelled out some unkind, and probably unprintable, words from the window directed at me (even though I was only interested in photographing the police car).
Well, if Mr. Traffic Infraction with Anger Management Issues Guy is reading this, congratulations, your moment of humiliation is on the Internet for everyone to see.
Time Warner Center, the world headquarters of the Time Warner corporation, is located on the west side of Columbus Circle on the site of the old New York Coliseum. The complex also hosts the Shops at Columbus Circle, Jazz at Lincoln Center, and the New York City studio headquarters of CNN.
Not my best, but I was trying very hard to make this not exactly the same as one of my other 365s from a few months ago.
I find myself... stressing... constantly over the amount of time I have. Its a huge factor in my life. Because I sleep so much, I have significantly less amount of time in my day than everyone else. And I try to make up for it by staying up, but that just makes me sleep more. I miss daylight. I miss feeling productive. I miss not having to worry about time. In every single thing I do. I hate sleeping so much. And I wish I had more time for this photo.
Fastest time for Junior division when I left.
She is probably 10 or 12 years old. The youngest rider I saw.She pulled that hat down tight and went to work.
You can make comments in the previous photo.
Yume Time 13
Model : Bich Tram
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Photographer & Designer: Jack Pham
Yahoo ID: jackpham8x
Contact: 09.2799.2799
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I just HAVE to upload these pics of my time turner. My aunt bought it for me through a friend who went to the Harry Potter 9 3/4 store at King Cross Station in London. It's my dream to visit it, and the Harry potter theme park in Orlando :)))
But isnt it pretty!!! Unfortunately you cant go back in time with it, it's more of a collectors item i guess XD
My Hp collection is expanding even more now :D
On June 15, 1957, during Tulsa‘s celebration of Oklahoma‘s semi-centennial, a brand new gold and white 1957 Plymouth Belvedere Sport Coupe was buried in a time capsule in downtown Tulsa. Several other items were also buried, including the contents of a woman's purse, aerial photos, statements from important people, and a bunch of other things.
They are going to dig this thing up in June of '07! The full story, with video! here www.buriedcar.com/tulsarama.html
Route 66 Back in the late 50,s .............
From Google search:
Finally, we stop at the Blue Swallow Motel ("100% refrigerated air") and meet a Route 66 institution, Lillian Redman (now deceased). Mrs. Redman arrived in New Mexico by way of covered wagon in 1916, worked as a Fred Harvey Girl in her youth, and received the Blue Swallow as an engagement present in 1958. In our 1996 conversation, she recalled when the highway was paved with cinders because of its proximity to the railroad and expounded upon her belief that we are all travelers in some way. Even into her nineties, she offered a clean room, hardwood floor, and black and white television to road weary travelers for eleven bucks and change. On the back of her postcard, I read: "From 'birth 'til death' we travel between eternities. May these days be pleasant for you, profitable for society, helpful to those you meet, and a joy to those who know and love you best." If you're curious, Blue Swallow represents two ideas: blue stands for truth, while the bird stands for love.
During our Summer 2000 return to the Mother Road, we met Dale and Hilda Bakke, the new owners of the Blue Swallow Motel. Turns out Dale was a licensed electrician employed by the Colorado prison system for nine years. He loved the first seven but grew to dread the increasingly administrative functions of his job. So he picked up, sold everything, and moved the family the New Mexico after hearing about a chance to buy an old motel. "I didn't know it was on Route 66 or anything, only that it was beat up and needed a lot of work." After winning a competitive grant from USWest, he added a phone system to the formerly communication-challenged court, but made sure that the phones would be vintage rotary models. The floors are now carpeted and the walls are freshly painted, but the overall attitude remains the same. Step into the office, pet a fourteen year old cat, grab a postcard, and settle into a nice room. Given all the refurbishment and upgrade, don't be surprised that the price has more than doubled since Lillian Redmond owned the place, and don't be stingy either. This is the best motel on Route 66. Sure, some folks may quibble over the enhancements. Hilda remarks: "We get some purists who complain, 'you should have left the old black and white TVs, you should have left the old stuff.'" Of course, she adds: "we could have left the old creaky mattresses, too . . . we won't make any structural changes, and most people like what we've done to it."
The best part of the street fair was playing with the mimes.
Yeah, yeah, you can go on about how creepy mimes are, but I like interacting with them. The nice ones anyway. There's something about being non-verbal and mugging your way through a conversation that appeals to me.
And, besides, they were cute!