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When in Rome, as they say...from the family hols in August along the Northumberland coast.
Sony A7R.
A rather fetching bum at Chester Zoo.
ha!
Chester Zoo have their own flickr account
Course they do!
: )
When I was a kid, autumn was never my favorite season maybe even one I quietly disliked. It meant the end of carefree summer days, the return to school, cold mornings, and endless rain. But time changes everything. Now this season feels different its colors, its mood, its quiet glow under the streetlights. No rain or chill can ruin what the eyes find beautiful on an autumn night.
Taken with the sun a bit more frontal than ideal. 47318 leaving TCFD with the 12:00 TCFD to Ripple Lane Speedlink service 6R82 on 28th May 1985. This was booked to work via the Leamside Line but did not always do so.
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I have waited and waited. It had rained for months. Every day when I looked out of the window, it was overcast. At times, it rained like cat and dog. At times, it drizzled but it never stopped.
Today when i got up, I couldn't believe my eyes. This day finally arrived - the sunny day. I missed it.
When Stagecoach decided that Nuneaton would become a low-floor bus garage it signalled the end of the best bus we had for years. Although the odd one lingered for training purposes their days were numbered. When the low floors arrived the B10 fleet was pushed to the rear of the garage. It gave me the opportunity to take this photo, a tribute to a great vehicle.
Found this wonderful, cloth covered journal marked down at Staples, of all places!
Normally I don't purchase journals, because I make them!
But being a lover of fabric, stitchery and typewriters,
this was just irresistible, and did I mention, on SALE!
When you walk out of the city centre of Amsterdam westward towards the hypermodern railway station of Sloterdijk and its surrounding high-rise office buildings, you will almost miss the hamlet of original Sloterdijk on the Spaarndammerdijk. The small dike houses crowd up against the late-medieval Petruskerk. The church is attested to from the middle of the fifteenth century, but today only its tower dates from then. During the Eighty Years' War the building was almost entirely destroyed (in 1572 by Lumey and his so-called 'sea beggar' forces) but it was rebuilt in 1663 in early-modern style.
The churchyard is fascinating. It demonstrates that it was fashionable for up-and-coming burghers from Amsterdam to have their tombs here next to those of the villagers but more prominently. Often it wasn't posssible for them to be buried in style in or near Amsterdam churches. So the Petruskerk became a favored spot (especially, too, for non-conformists such as Lutherans).
An interesting case in point is the tomb (see inset) against the church wall of the Luyken-Taddel-Lauren family. International commerce had apparently made them well-to-do: Johan Jochem Lauren (1764-1822) had been born in Visby, Sweden; he married into the Taddel family. The Taddels had commerical interests in Surinam; Philippus Taddel (1748-1802) and Engeltje Westerborgh (1722-1792), widow of of Gerrit Luyken, were the joint owners of plantations the Eendragt on the Para Kreek and Kroonenburg on the Commewijne River (Surinaamsche Almanach 1793). Philippus' daughter Catharina (1780-1861) married one Claas Ringeling (or Rengeling) (1773-1813), born into a Lutheran family on Curaçao. Indeed: internationalism in a single Sloterdijk tomb: Holland, Sweden, Surinam, Curaçao.
But Phillipus seems to have realised that wealth means not a great deal without some cultural trappings. He was inducted into Felix Meritis, the cultural society of Amsterdam founded in 1777 for the 'new' classes, presenting them with a fine lectern. And he was the host to literary meetings in his manor Vredestein on the Amstel River near Amstelveen. A poet, organist, director of the Amsterdam theatre and translator, one Bartholomeus Ruloffs (ca.1740-1801) was enlisted to write a long panegyric (1780) on that manor and its master. One shudders, though, at its lines.
Small town contemplations...
Serafina's first birthday party. My camera battery died, so to the phone we go. Then trying to get everyone to look when everyone is snapping pictures, we'll this is what you get...
When dad calls to tell you that you're missing the premiere of a Dateline special that you're the subject of.
2-sec exposure at F22.
Shot taken under the "Taytayan".
Danao, Bohol
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Holloway ruefully acknowledged that it was time to replace his computer's muthaboard
The We are Here challenge on November 30 2015 was: I Love My Computer
I’m not sure that I’m a 100% happy with this work but then what do I know?. Sometimes the ones that I’m not so sure about are more popular than those that I prefer so I’ll post it anyway. Just a work of a family enjoying the sea.
Trying to do the group shot of 9 kittens was slightly chaotic. They all had there own idea of what to do. The nearest kitten was obviously interested in the cat toy. Quite what the other one is looking at is unclear. May be it was just enjoying the warmth of the studio light.
Best George Formby act I have seen.
Brilliant Impressionist.
I will probably be singing that song all day now ?
Back when SD80MACs could still be found in their Conrail blue paint, albeit with an NS patch, the Cresson engine terminal was a good place to find them. It seems to attract oddballs, as PRR kept a lot of Fairbanks-Morse units here back in the '60s, not that I was there to see it.
Anyhow, late in the afternoon during the longer days of the year, the sun swings over to the north side of the tracks, allowing photos from the "back" side of the terminal. I've always preferred those late afternoon angles at Cresson.
hair stylist & make up: Angelo Di Caro by Dive e Divine
dresses: Pelledoca
location: Varchi Mobili - Gela
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When does New York become everything to you? Is it when you grow up here? When you transition from adolescence to middle age? Is it tied to moments of happiness or heartbreak? Is New York a happy place or a sad one?
When my family moved here on July 7, 1995—almost 30 years ago—people would say that New York is not truly America. But what does that mean? Perhaps it means that it doesn’t impose the pressure of the American Dream on you. It comforts when you feel sad. Even if that dream doesn’t materialize for one reason or another, the city embraces you with its unique blend of light and darkness, almost as if it were whispering in the wind, “I am your true love, and you are mine. Let’s dream together in the fog of the unknown.”
When we discovered the stray from the Winter was preggers with kittens, we decided to take her in on the screened deck. We fixed her a bed and she’s been out there for about three weeks. This morning we woke up to KITTENS!!!!! Six to be exact….everyone is eating and she’s taking good care of them. Being protective, but doesn’t mind if we pick one up or change the bedding. We don’t intend to keep any of them and will try to get them adopted. Momma, aka Miss Kitty, will be fixed and let back outside. In these photos, they are less than eight hours old.
just processed this lomo roll which, judging from my daughter's size, must be ten years old. it's like unearthing prehistoria. the 8 month old developer is showing its age too. timing is everything.
When we got to the end of the Dale had to stop and look back. The route now went through bluebell covered woodland until ahead we spotted the church on the outskirts of Barbon itself.
When we were discussing options for this year's autumn hiking adventure, it almost seemed like there was nothing left in northern Scandinavia that we all still wanted to explore. However, after some discussions, we realized that Finnish Lapland might be an interesting and convenient location for our regular autumn outdoor pursuits.
After conducting some research and planning, we narrowed our focus to Finland's northwest, bordering Sweden and Norway. More specifically, we honed in on the Käsivarsi Wilderness Area, which happens to be the second-largest wilderness area in Finland.
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Käsivarsi is somewhat atypical for Finland due to its higher elevation (Finland's highest peak, Halti (1,324m), is located in its northern tip), rugged terrain, and limited wooded areas. This combination sounded particularly attractive to us because it meant we would hike across various types of landscapes, both on and off marked trails.
Our itinerary was as follows: Kilpisjärvi/Saana mountain -> Tshahkaljärvi lake -> Siktagurajohka river -> Meekonjärvi lake including trip to Pitsusköngäs waterfall -> Porojärvi lake including ascent of Saivaara cliff -> Guhturgurajávri/Termisjärvi lakes -> Ailakkajärvi lake -> Kilpisjärvi.