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XL500 Fairey Gannet AEW.3 [F.9459] (Royal Navy) Biggin Hill~G 15/05/1969. From a slide not the best of images. Preserved Wales Aviation Museum St. Athan~G
(Obviously, I failed to follow the "Follow Through" rule) :(
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Handwritten on the back of this sentiment card: "Loren & Persnelia Wright."
Try Again.
'Tis a lesson you should heed, Try again, try again;
If at first you don't succeed, Try again;
Then your courage should appear,
If you will but persevere,
You will conquer, never fear, Try again, try again.
Assignment52 - 262012 - Revisit last six months assignments!
I have been wanting another go at doing the oil on water and although I still haven't achieved what I would like, I thought it was fun the way this turned out looking as though it was pixelated!
Slider's Sunday - HSS
Try Again pub ... Lokey, Mouse, Silent Hobo, Cheo... painted at Upfest 2012...
Shout outs to...
Upfest for the spot ... Mr.Riks, Ryder, Haka, Poer, Frode for hitting the Garden wall... Boswell & Pen and everyone who chilled with a pint or just passed by ...
Character's borrowed from "Invader Zim"
ill upload some detail pix in a few days ...
Si fallas, levántate y vuelve a intentarlo...
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If you fail, pick yourself up and try again...
See the full version of this real photo postcard for additional information.
Originally posted on Ipernity: Elias M. Baugher, Teacher (Detail).
Would it be an understatement to say she has beautiful legs, and that the ankle bracelet really adds to the scene?
There were two sets of hands to help this youngster up from the court floor during a YMCA basketball game. It's much like life... We are raised up with help from others around us whether they be classmates or coworkers. We also depend on God's loving hands to help pick us up when we fall.
Not the joiner but ita do for now !...
Try Again Pub painted as a Lokey part of Upfest 2011....
Big ups ... Mr.Riks, Soka, Hemper & Sepr...
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Stitched together with Microsoft ICE (Image Composite Editor)
Unusual name for a pub. This one in Leigh Street, Bedminster, Bristol suggests punters can go through what's on offer until they find one they like. Plenty of street art, typical of the area, decorate the walls.
I was rather surprised to see there's at least one Harold Camping / Family Radio devotee here in Kingston, Ontario; somehow, I wouldn't have expected to find a billboard like this here. But, here it is.
(Or maybe it's just that his organization paid for it, and the other one I found elsewhere in the city.)
And on May 22, these date-setters will be flummoxed.
I'm looking forward to it.
Down through history, there have been many people who have predicted the imminence of the end of the world, going as far as to set dates for it - and they've all been wrong.
Anyone ever hear of William Miller? He predicted the world would end in 1844. Of course, it didn't, so then he had to explain it away, and revise his predictions.
Since then, there have been a plethora of different sects which have arisen, all claiming that the world is going to end on a specific day, all of which have been proven wrong.
For Christians, they sure don't know their Bible:
Nobody knows when the world as we know it will end. Not William Miller, nor anyone before him; nor Harold Camping today, nor anyone in between them, nor will anyone to come in the future, ever; it'll be a surprise when it happens.
"From time to time, as we all know, a sect appears in our midst announcing that the world will very soon come to an end. Generally, by some slight confusion or miscalculation, it is the sect that comes to an end." - G.K. Chesterton.
*Update: Well, the Rapture didn't happen, but Mr. Camping apparently said he miscalculated by five months, so his October 21, 2011 prediction of the very end, will be when everything ends.
So, on October 22, 2011, prepare to have a belly laugh. ;)
**Update: The world didn't end, again. Again, the world, did not end.
October 22, 2011, 1:40 a.m. EDT.
Three times - 1988, 1994, 2011 - Mr. Camping's predictions have failed. Three strikes...
Failure is not in the falling down but in the decision to not get up again.
May you have a blessed day!
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Today I got out all of my art stuff all the supplies, projects, portfolios…I got it out…and didn’t do anything with it. I want to with every bone in my body. But I don’t know what to do with it. Ever since college when I was dragged through the wringer by the head of the program I’ve never been the same. I applied for Interior Design to 5 different schools, I got early acceptance to 4 of them. The one I really wanted even. One of the top programs in Canada for it. I was so happy, it was like everything I had been working for had been worth it. Then it came…and it was hell. I slowly got taken down notch after notch by the Evil One, the head of the program. Over the year I lost weight, my hair started falling out, I was under so much stress it was unbelievable…I pretended I was happy and kept drudging on. All to try and impress this woman, who could make or break me. I was no longer doing this because I wanted to, it was all for approval. I for the first time in my life doubted myself. And I hated it. At the end of second semester she called me into her office and went on this “Tara, you have so much potential, I see it in you, that’s why I push you so hard” speech. I just wanted to punch her. It was not 2 weeks after that when I started to get all teary in the middle of a class. Because I decided in that very second that I wasn’t coming back for second year. I knew I couldn’t. I had promised myself years ago that if I was ever unhappy, I’d quit because life is too short. And it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I now have a hard time drawing, painting, and sketching. I hate it. I’ve tried and tried. And tried. I have to do this though, I have to. I will, it’s just going to take a lot of courage…I’m afraid I’ve lost it, I’m afraid all that potential people have seen in me since ninth grade art has gone, that I’ve waited too long…but then I remember the feeling of pastels on paper, the sound of scratching pencils, the smell of wet paint and it feels like part of me.
The new "livery" seen arriving Chicago O'Hare on August 4, 2013. This plane delivered from Boeing on May 24, 2013.
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Two days ago I was approved to be a Permanent Resident of the United States of America. This is the much coveted Green Card. Of course, I was awarded one because I got married to Carolyn, and through a somewhat unpleasant series of checks and a final interview, the INS determined that our marriage was in good faith. (Which, if they hadn't, Carolyn's family was ready to personally go yell at the officer responsible.)
I am extremely happy that I have a Green Card now, since this makes planning our future together much easier and stress-free than before.
However, the fact that this is a first step onto a path that could (and normally does, I think) eventually lead to me becoming an American citizen gives me pause. And not only because I disagree with the current political climate here (but then again, I also disagree with the current political climate in Italy): that will change in time, there will be governments that are more to my liking, and some that are less so. If anything, the idea of being able to influence, albeit in a small way, the outcome of future elections is positive.
It has more to do with identity, I think. I do not know whether becoming an American citizen will allow me to keep my Italian citizenship as well. I think that I would never want to give up my Italian identity. Mostly, I haven't fully digested what the change will mean to me. I have two years' time to do it.
As a congratulations card, my friend Clementine gave me an American flag card containing a California lottery ticket. It seemed very poignant, the whole land of opportunity symbolism. So here it is. Maybe if you look at it bigger you'll see what I won...
That's right: another opportunity!
I have played a red head once before. I will probably do it again. My friend T & I played Halloween in DC. She was Cat Woman. THE FUR IS FAKE! :)
Bom , esse serie foi feita ontem pra um trabalho da faculdade.
Esses dois ai são meus companheiros de bar da semana inteira...ops , quero dizer companheiros de aula hahahaha
Na foto:
João e Marcel
PS: Desculpe quem comentou ontem , tive que apagar e fazer o upload novamente porque deram uns probleminhas aqui postei na ordem errada.
Columbus Circle is one of my favorite spots in all of New York City. Whenever I'm in town I'll grab my bag and head up right at sunset or rush hour to just hang out on the Monument, watching the city go on about it's business.
The last time Kate and I were in town, we ended up watching some skateboarders try to land their jumps off the Monument over and over again - never with any luck. The kid on the ground tried at least 10 times, pausing often to let pedestrians walk by his landing area, but he could never get a solid landing.
If you ever read this guy, I hope you finally landed that ollie.
No no, Rite Aid. See the little 100s on all the yellow pills? THOSE ARE WRONG. Those are double my normal dosage. Those little white ones? Those are right.
Everyone... please double-check your prescriptions when you get them. I can only imagine what would have happened if this had been an important medication for someone old-enough to not see little numbers well. Double your blood pressure medication? Double your insulin dosage? That would be VERY BAD.
So, since I shoot film I'm always crazy nervous to pick up my rolls. This latest roll was horrible! I wasn't shooting with my Minolta, I found my dad's old Pentax MEsuper so I was using that- I'm hoping all my shots sucked because I'm just not used to it. I don't have the Minolta anymore so I'm hoping my next rolls comes out fine. This is my beautiful (but dinged up) Mitchell, and behind it is my new Fender Mandoline. I live them. They makes things better:D Sorry this one is so grainy. Let me know what you think!
shot with film
2048 x 2048 pixel image for the iPad’s 2048 x 1536 pixel retina display.
Designed to complement the iPad iOS 7 & 8 lock screens, also works on an iPhone, just centre the image horizontally after selecting it.
Typefaces: scratch super sketchy script, bearhand brush, clearwater