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This work is slightly different because I have made a collage of 4 of my paintings to realize my title, thereby merging my painting/photography skills together.
We, my family and I, are lucky to have a lifetime friendship, every member of our family is always there for support and help. Finding the time to be there, in whatever way possible, dividing the help between us in order to try and make life a little easier. Being always ready to comfort, aid, help understand a situation, care for, share and generally love. This is what I believe family is all about and this is what I hope that people today bring their children up with the realization of how important each member of the family is. The necessity of giving one's children the opportunity to learn how to bond together and appreciate one another during the growing up stage. Through this bond, they will always be there for one another and care about what is going on in each others lives.
4-5-94 Castleford level crossing
20902 & 20903(out of sight) top & tail the Chipman weed killing train as they head towards Healey Mills
Agfa CT100
- www.kevin-palmer.com - Pass Creek Road points toward Little Horn Canyon in the northern Bighorn Mountains.
I took this shot in late December. The Turkey Vultures where sitting on or near the river bank. I was not sure what was happening until I saw this one drop in on a fish. This was towards the end of the Chinook Salmon spawn. Vultures and other birds where feeding on the Salmon at the end of their lifecycle. Mokelumne River, Clements, CA.
The heather is looking really lovely at the moment on the north coast, especially around St Agnes. The Towanroath engine house in the distance, a iconic reminder of Cornwalls mining past.
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Canon EOS 5D mk II
Canon EF 24-105mm IS L f4
Hoya circular polarizer
Looking from near North Carlton towards the Grade I Listed Lincoln Cathedral, in Lincoln, Lincolnshire.
Building commenced in 1088 and continued in several phases throughout the medieval period. It was reputedly the tallest building in the world for 238 years (1311–1549) before the central spire collapsed in 1549 and was not rebuilt.
It is highly regarded by architectural scholars; the eminent Victorian writer John Ruskin declared: "I have always held... that the cathedral of Lincoln is out and out the most precious piece of architecture in the British Isles and roughly speaking worth any two other cathedrals we have."
Remigius de Fécamp, the first bishop of Lincoln, moved the Episcopal seat there between 1072 and 1092. Up until then St. Mary's Church in Stow was considered to be the "mother church" of Lincolnshire (although it was not a cathedral, because the seat of the diocese was at Dorchester Abbey in Dorchester-on-Thames, Oxfordshire).
Bishop Remigius built the first Lincoln Cathedral on the present site, finishing it in 1092 and then dying on 9 May of that year, two days before it was consecrated. In 1141, the timber roofing was destroyed in a fire. Bishop Alexander rebuilt and expanded the cathedral, but it was mostly destroyed by an earthquake about forty years later, in 1185. The earthquake was one of the largest felt in the UK. The damage to the cathedral is thought to have been very extensive.
After the earthquake, a new bishop was appointed. He was Hugh de Burgundy of Avalon, France, who became known as St Hugh of Lincoln. He began a massive rebuilding and expansion programme. Rebuilding began with the choir (St. Hugh's Choir) and the eastern transepts between 1192 and 1210. The central nave was then built in the Early English Gothic style.
The cathedral is the 3rd largest in Britain after St Paul's and York Minster, being 484 feet by 271 feet. Until 1549 the spire was reputedly the tallest medieval tower in Europe, though the exact height has been a matter of debate. Accompanying the cathedral's large bell, Great Tom of Lincoln, is a quarter-hour striking clock.
The two large stained glass rose windows, the matching Dean's Eye and Bishop's Eye, were added to the cathedral during the late Middle Ages. The former, the Dean's Eye in the north transept dates from the 1192 rebuild begun by St Hugh, finally being completed in 1235.
After the additions of the Dean's eye and other major Gothic additions it is believed some mistakes in the support of the tower occurred, for in 1237 the main tower collapsed. A new tower was soon started and in 1255 the Cathedral petitioned Henry III to allow them to take down part of the town wall to enlarge and expand the Cathedral, including the rebuilding of the central tower and spire.
In 1290 Eleanor of Castile died and King Edward I of England decided to honour her, his Queen Consort, with an elegant funeral procession. After her body had been embalmed, which in the 13th century involved evisceration, Eleanor's viscera were buried in Lincoln cathedral, and Edward placed a duplicate of the Westminster tomb there.
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Aristodikos. Marble, circa 500 B.C.
1.95m tall
The name Aristodikos is carved at the statue's base.
This Kouros ("young man") has short hair and the hands are not attached to the sides of the body. The statue with its more rounded, less stylized characteristics, and with its light pose (it is not as "stiff" as other kouroi,) represents a forward step in the development of art, and prepares the ground for the eventual move towards classical sculpture.
National Museum of Archaeology. Athens (Room # 13)
Looking North North West from Narrowdale Hill over to Archford Moor Woods and Hulme End beyond in the mist a few weeks ago.
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On the road from Kirkland looking towards Ennerdale Water with Bowness Knott in the middle distance and Scoat Fell, Black Crag and Pillar behind.
A rope team heading for the ridge between Aiguille du Midi and Col du Plan, with Grandes Jorasses looming in the background. Vallée Blanche, Chamonix.
Dreams are like stars...
you may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.
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In My arms In my mind all the time I wanna keep you right by my side till I die, im gonna hold you down and make sure everything is right with you
You can never go wrong if you
Let Me Hold You | Video
It was still very dark when we arrived before dawn at the Brant Street Pier in Burlington. Coming down towards the light from the upper deck, this scene caught my eye and it seemed to work best with a 2 second exposure in B&W.
Some more from the last walk of the year yesterday and decided to head to the Ogwen Valley. Forecast was overcast, 60mph winds and drizzle. Luckily, most of the weather sat on the Tryfan side of the valley and the Carneddau stayed dry and cloud free for the day, although the wind was hideous. Had a lovely walk up Pen yr Ole Wen and around to Carnedd Dafydd and Carnedd Llewelyn. Tired but a great hike to end the year.
The view from Sant’Ambrogio in Valpolicella Classico, looking west, across the Valpolicella terraces to Bardolino and Lago di Garda in the distance, Veneto, Italy.
taken in huangshan.
(yes, to pre-empt the rule of thirds purists, i just prefer this proportion, how the dark rocks and the fog split the picture)
(Part 2) As his hand made its way down towards the waistband of my black boxer briefs, I knew my favorite area was about to get pat down, my crotch. He looked at his fellow officers, highlighting how my Dick was throbbing out of excitement, and I was rock hard.” They laughed, as I got hornier. One of the other officers shouted out in response, “if he likes this, he will love the strip search. And boy was he right about that. As he approached my crotch area, he asked me if I had anything that would stick or poke him. I responded, yes. Just make sure to be careful around My crotch. I laughed along with some of the other officers.nHe responded, “ don’t worry, I was already gonna be extra thorough around your Dick, now I at least have a reason. I grew hornier. As he placed his finger between my skin and waistband, I jittered out of uncontrolled excitement. He gripped tighter. I was truly at the hands of the police. Throughout this whole time, officers were searching my dorm room, piling up all my prison uniforms, transport chains, and cuffs, onto my bed. It seemed like they were astounded with my collection and were intrigued by how a guy like me was so obsessed with prison. Then all of a sudden it occurred to one of the officers, oh shit, he probably has a handcuff key on him. This was my favorite part, as I now knew I was going to get a more thorough pat-down than before. In my favorite area. My sag. As the officer pressed on the area above my crotch, I felt feelings I never felt before. A horny 19-year-old like me finally achieved his dream, a hot young buff af cop who’s obviously enjoying this pat down to the point you could tell he’s done this in the bedroom feeling my sag up as he’s about to cuff me up, put me in the back of his car, transport me to my new home, and strip search me into a world of thugs. Finally, the time had come, his hand began to very carefully and slowly feel the top of my Dick. At the time my Dick was pointed straight down and was more erect than it had ever been before. He comments on how low my sag is, mentioning to his officers that these were his favorite types of saggers, young, skinny, sagging below Dick and ass, and under arrest. In my head, I couldn’t have agreed more. He then all of a sudden, with all His might gripped onto my Dick. He grabbed so tight that my Dick was unable to throb more than it was. A dream come true. And it was gonna happen in the jail on the daily. He apologized in a joking way, for having to touch my Dick, but I responded by saying, “umm... I don’t think you were thorough enough.” He agreed, grabbing it one more time, this time making sure nothing was under my bulge by my ball sack. To his surprise my handcuff key was right there. He placed it in his chest pocket. He then proceeded to focus on my other favorite region of the body in pat-downs, my ass. And boy did he do me well. He lifted up my boxer brief, giving me an almost wedgie. Not only was my ass plumper but my Dick was pulled even further back making me even hornier. He then felt up my ass in a way that no one had before. He made sure to feel up each of my cheeks individually. Paying closer attention as he approached the waistband of my jeans. He then began to place his hand in between my ass crack, making sure no contraband was inside. Finally, he grabbed my ass tightly. I jittered out of excitement, his hand gave me a feeling that I was unable to give myself before. He then placed his finger between my jeans waistband and the end of my boxer brief pant leg and my skin. He took his two fingers and ran them around my waistband grazing over the edge of my below Dick sag bulge. My boner hard as a rock barely moved. He then laughed. He proceeded to focus on my pockets, first patting them down then pulling out my phone, wallet, keys, and tissues. He was sad to find no drugs since that meant I wouldn’t get charged with another crime to extend my stay in jail where he could see me every day. with my pockets hanging out he felt down the back Jean pockets of my leg and took both hands rubbing up and down each leg until he touched my crotch. He commented, that he never frisked someone who sagged so low. I smiled. He then directed me to lift my foot up. He took off my right shoe first then my left. Inspecting it, then asking me to lift my other foot again to take off my sock. He then said. Ok, we’re done. I, gonna put your shoes on then it’s your favorite time of the day. (Continue to Part 3)
(FYI-This is a Fictional Story)
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Taken in People's Park in Nanning, China. Dare to be Different was taken nearby and you can see some of these trees in the background of that photo.
An airport in Germany, abandoned since more than 70 years. One could very well imagine walking along this hallway towards the gates. Except... it was a military airport.
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