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When I opened the box I literally stared crying...
I was so happy :]
My aunt got it on video, so when my g-ma uploads it I will put it on here :]
when you realize in midair that the guy in charge of the Avengers training regimen got HIS training in the 40s
brought to you by prompt # 2: training on samwilsondrawingchallenge.tumblr.com/
When the "caterpillar" crew go out to clear road of snow, they live right on the spot. T/5 Floyd R. Worendorff, Vendrick, Idaho, relaxes in his house on wheels. Truck is fitted with bunks and stove, and supplies living quarters for six men. 4 April, 1944. Camilatella, Italy.
400th Engineer Forestry Company.
Photographer not credited.
When we first meet, I made a promise to her to be back.
Sometimes it cannot be broken.
Here I am, to fulfill the promise to my Little Guilin.
a 5-minute++ bulb exposure @F9, ISO200, 19mm.
I'm back Singapura & missed you so much.
Location: Little Guilin, Singapore
"Dancin' where the stars go blue
Dancin' where the evening fell
Dancin' in my wooden shoes
In a wedding gown
Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?
Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue
Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby
[x2]
Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
The stars go blue, stars go blue
Follow you
Follow you
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue
Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when the stars go blue?" TYLER HILTON LYRICS
...Eric is where I go
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Go in drains. Bunker drain in Warrington discharging a load. 10 minutes from no flow to torrential.
Read the blog entry for this photo
When you know….
From where the prose are coming from,
You may slightly feel the core of the mood
A little more so with some tender thoughts,
You can see the face without its present due
Feeling the sense coming up to its cause.
Sand Grain
When you live in the woods, appreciating the sun setting at the horizon is simply not possible. Instead, we appreciate the sun as it sets on the trees in all seasons. The distinctive contrast between branches in sun vs. shade becomes so obvious as the sun falls low in the sky. You learn to appreciate it but long to see the horizon in the distance. Something about the grass is always greener I guess.
Yes, when will I be wearing my good old Ray Ban sunglasses! Too much rain and the lack of sunshine doesn't help but isn't warmer weather just around the corner .... not yet!!
7 Days of Shooting Week #29 Pairs Shoot Anything Saturday ....
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When you feel you fail sometimes it hurts
For a meaning in life is why you search
Take the bus or the train, drive to school or the church
It's like that, and that's the way it is
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*I wrote a lot: but the first comment below has more photos from the shoot if you want to skip my gushing.*
This might just be the perfect couple: Mike and Netty.
Mike and I met 18 years ago, we have now been in each other's lives longer than not. His mom worked with my dad and we were introduced at a company picnic right before 7th grade started. Mike was a *dork* with glasses, braces, a bowl hair cut...I wasn't too cute, either. But I was cool. The first day of 7th grade when he stumbled into me I told him, "Get out of my way, nerd!" By the end of 7th grade we were excellent friends. By high school, we were practically inseparable. I spent more of my high school life in Mike's basement than anywhere else, his mom would make home made pizza for all of us, I grew so close to Mike's family that I called his parents Mumsy and Daddy, and they called me Babs; Mike was an only child and they loved our group of girl-friends and having us over. Mike and I even briefly dated during the period we refer to as "the ugly pupa stage" when neither of us were particularly attractive. We didn't click quite well enough to pull off the long term high school relationship, but we never strayed far from each other's company. We even agreed that if by our mid 20s nothing serious was going on for either of us that we would throw in the towel and marry each other, at least we'd always have fun. We even agreed to get a dog and name it "Rod" so that we could giggle every time one of us yelled, "Come, Rod!" We were dorks, did I mention that?
Luckily for Mike, the amazing Annette came into his life. While in college he was working at a grocery store and helped out a high school senior with something. Wound up dating her. Netty was the best friend. Mike took the girl to prom, Mike's best friend Steve took Netty. Mike and Girl A did not work out, but Netty...there was something about Netty.
One night they were watching a movie at his place and she said, "I wish it was me who had gone to the grocery store that night," and Mike looked at her and knew right then she was it for him and declared, "And I see no reason why I don't love you." They kissed...and are literally living happily ever after.
They own a house, just bought it last summer, in Troy, NH. They have good jobs. They have a gross old lovable cat named Keith. And on a vacation to Puerto Rico in February, Mike realized he couldn't stand not being married to her and proposed. They were married last weekend at their home in NH, with close family and friends. They walked down the aisle together to the song Rumble by Link Wray. Netty danced to The Humpty Dance at the reception.
And then they flew into Seattle, rented a car, and started their honeymoon: a drive down the left coast, from Seattle to San Francisco. Of course, they stopped in Portland to see me.
We fit more into 36 hours than should have been humanly possible: we ate at Henry's and had Young's Double Chocolate Stout on tap, bbq beef sliders, fresh hot bbq potato chips, beer and cheese soup. We did a brief driving tour of the Portland skyline from 405. We had breakfast at Pine State, then ventured into the Gorge for what I dubbed "The Gorge Light" tour. A stop at the Vista House, then to Latourelle (the first big waterfall they'd ever seen), a stop at Shepperd's Dell to pick wild blackberries, Multnomah, and then I hiked them up to Ponytail so they could go behind a waterfall. Netty promptly threw off her shirt and scrambled down to the pool to feel the spray and falls. Every turn their mouths hung slack, Mike kept looking up at waterfalls and stepping backwards he was so blown away. They noticed how green our woods are, and were stunned we were only 30 miles outside of Portland. They also enjoyed the lack of mosquitoes and ticks.
I dragged the reluctant duo back into the city, where we picked up a "youCANhascheeseburger" sandwich at the Brunchbox at 5th and Stark: an amazing cheeseburger between 2 grilled cheese sandwiches, for $5. We ate in Pioneer Courthouse Square and people watched. We took Mike to Apple Music, where he was enthralled by the collection (including a classic Gretsch that he has in his own collection), and he nerded out for almost 2 hours in the place. I remember when Mike started to play guitar! We ate maple bacon bars and tang doughnuts at Voodoo, and then saw the one-armed guitarist.
But the highlight of the day was Patrick and I taking them back to the hotel where they threw on what they'd worn on their wedding day, and we took them to the Rose Garden and Pittock Mansion for their official wedding portraits. Over two hours later, we were all pooped, but happy, and concluded the whirlwind visit with a lovely meal at Bridgeport. As an aside, Patrick was also fascinated when comparing all our tattoos, they were all done by the same artist. Seeing three people and countless pieces all in one place by the same hand was pretty interesting to all of us, actually. Dorks always, I suppose.
I was heartbroken to say goodbye to them, I had cried when I found out I couldn't go to NH to actually be at the wedding, but this was such a lovely concession. Next summer they are returning to Oregon for a full week, we might camp at Crater Lake for a couple of nights, they will stay with us in our place with our crazy Pugs, we'll have more amazing food and beer, and I'm going to take them back into the Gorge for more amazing sights. I am already counting the days till we see them again.
Mike and Netty are that couple that you just want to hate...they're just that perfect together. If they don't spend the rest of their lives together...well let's just say I can't see anything else happening. This is it for them, one of the few couples I've shot who I just think have that *something* you need to work. After 18 years of knowing Mike, I cannot see him with anyone other than Netty, and that's saying something. They can't see it any other way, either.
What Is True Faith in God? | christian family movie "Red Re-Education at Home" | God Is My Lord
Zheng Yi is a Christian. When he heard about the CCP government's brutal persecution of Eastern Lightning and the arrest of Christians during his work in the United States, he pondered, "The CCP is an atheist party, a satanic regime that resists God most. Under the frenzied persecution and suppression by the CCP, Eastern Lightning has still become increasingly prosperous. It most likely is the true way." So he examined Eastern Lightning on the website of The Church of Almighty God . He discovered that Almighty God's word is the truthand the voice of God. He determined that Almighty God is the return of the Lord Jesus. So he readily accepted the work of Almighty God in the last days. Four years later, Zheng Yi returned to China and passed on the work of Almighty God in the last days to his sister, Zheng Rui, a news reporter.
Zheng Yi's father, Zheng Weiguo, is the minister of the United Front Work Department in a city of China. When he learned that his children had believed in Almighty God, he strongly opposed it and repeatedly used the rumors and fallacies of the CCP government to stop them from believing in God. On many occasions, Zheng Yi and his sister debated with their father. This spiritual war of the family ultimately ended with the truth triumphing over fallacy and the fact over rumor! Fearful of the CCP's evil power and determined to keep his official position and livelihood, Zheng Weiguo stubbornly took side with the CCP and compelled his children to give up their belief in Almighty God but to no avail. He finally expelled them from their home …
Zheng Yi and his sister resolutely chose to leave their family and follow Christ to preach and witness God's appearance and work in the last days.
The content of this video has been translated entirely by professional translators. However, due to linguistic differences etc., a small number of inaccuracies are inevitable. If you discover any such inaccuracies, please refer to the original Chinese version, and feel free to get in touch to let us know.
Alaa Abd El-Fattah has endured much of the last twelve years in some of the worst prison conditions anywhere for his brave work in promoting democracy in Egypt. He was last arrested in September 2019 while attending Cairo's Dokki Police Station and in December last year was sentenced to five years imprisonment for "spreading false news undermining state security." More precisely, he had shared social media posts explaining the hell-hole reality of Egyptian prison conditions.
PROTEST OUTSIDE THE FOREIGN OFFICE
When this photo was taken Alaa's two sisters, Mona and Sana'a Seif, were staging a protest in London's King Charles Street outside the British Foreign Office in the hope that the Egyptian government can be pressured to release him, as media attention began to focus on the upcoming COP27 conference at Sharm El Sheikh on Egypt's Red Sea coast.
UPDATE AS OF WEDNESDAY 9 NOVEMBER 2022
Starting from Sunday 6 November, Alaa escalated his hunger strike, and stopped taking water. His sister Sanaa Seif took a flight the same weekend to attend the COP27 conference at Sharm El Sheikh in a last-minute effort to save Alaa's life.
For the latest on Alaa's situation listen to his sister's Sanaa Seif's speech to journalists attending the conference on Tuesday 8 November - "They are very happy for him to die. The only thing they care about is that it doesn't happen while the world is watching."
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqXibJ7PUTY
TORA PRISON - "A DAY HERE, IS LIKE A YEAR IN BELMARSH"
In April, Alaa began his hunger strike in a cell in one of the most secure sections of Cairo's sprawling and notorious Tora Prison - a maze of grim high concrete walls and watch towers, which strike fear into even the thousands of commuters who have to pass daily.
In 2012, one young Londoner confined to one of the least uncomfortable and most survivable wings of Tora prison, contrasted it with his own previous experience at Britain's high security Belmarsh. I can never forget his exact words. "A day here, is like a year at Belmarsh!" A little over 12 months later, he died of TB - the prison authorities had refused to listen to the pleas of his aunt, who fell on her knees during a rare visit, begging that he be admitted to the prison hospital.
ALAA'S HUNGER STRIKE CONTINUES AT WADI EL NATRUN PRISON
More than 200 days have passed since Alaa started his hunger strike. He has now been moved to the Wadi El Natrun prison complex in the desert north of Cairo, dubbed by inmates as the "Valley of Hell."
He may not survive much longer. However, as he holds British-Egyptian nationality, one would hope that the British government would be doing everything they could to secure his immediate release and it would be reasonable to suppose that the Foreign Office could get an immediate pledge in this regard, especially given that the British companies, including the likes of British Petroleum and BP, are the biggest investors in Egypt.
NO CONSULAR ACCESS
However, the British government have failed even to get him any consular access - think about that. That's an outrage. Even a convicted mass murderer, if British, would be entitled to consular access while in prison. That meeting would obviously not take place in his cell - but in a designated room in the prison or the highly supervised prison visiting area.
British men and women convicted of drug smuggling and other crimes in Egypt have received consular visits, so why not Alaa? The answer is because Alaa's crime is that he dared to tell the truth about Egypt, and the injustice both inside and outside its many prison walls. Nobody knows exactly how many political prisoners Egypt now has, but the number is estimated to be at least 60,000.
ALAA WAS ONE OF THE LEADERS OF THE MOST INSPIRATIONAL DEMOCRATIC REVOLT THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN
Alaa Abd El-Fattah was one of the leaders of arguably the most inspirational democratic revolt the world has seen in the last hundred years. Although the first phase of the 2011 uprising in Egypt lasted just 18 days, and although it followed the toppling of the dictator Ben Ali in Tunisia - the streets and bridges around Tahrir Square became a deadly stage watched by the world, where protesters from every walk of life were pitted against Egypt's feared state security forces. Against all the odds, and at the cost of many lives, Egyptians refused to leave the square, sleeping in front of the tanks and fending off attacks from government militia.
The Egyptian people's initial success in toppling the dictator Mubarak led to further revolts not just across the Middle East (most notably in Libya, Bahrain, Yemen and Syria) - the highly organised Tahrir-Square sit-in provided the inspiration for strikes and workplace sit-ins against austerity across the United States and Europe and to the Occupy Movement of the same year. The people of Egypt showed that it does not matter how brutal, feared and authoritarian a government is, it can be toppled if people act collectively.
THE MILITARY BACKLASH
It's true that Egypt's flirtation with the path to greater freedom seemed to be only temporary - the Egyptian authorities deployed the usual divide and rule tactics - encouraging the less committed protesters to return home - and then rushed to elections without allowing time for genuinely democratic opposition parties to develop.
Mohamed Morsi of the Muslim Brotherhood won the presidential election in 2012 - the Brotherhood (contrary to the perception many people have here in the West) had genuinely progressive elements within it, but the chance for any transformative radical programme was prevented partly by the corruption and self-interest of some of the main political actors and partly by opposition to its democratic mandate from the deep state (the military, the Interior Ministry, State Security, the police etc.)
The army, seeing its chance, seized power in 2013, superficially in the name of the people, but in reality, to advance the interests of the generals. The new president, Abdel Fattah El-Sissi, moved quickly to crush all opposition, and ordering his security forces to attack Muslim Brotherhood supporters who had gathered in eastern Cairo at Rabaa al-Adaweya Square, killing at least 800 people - the bloodiest massacre of civilians in Egypt's modern history.
DON'T ALLOW EGYPT TO USE COP27 TO GREENWASH ITS REGIME - AND PLEASE SIGN THE PETITION TO SAVE ALAA
Now COP27 is scheduled to take place in Sharm El-Sheikh and Sisi has been given a golden opportunity to greenwash his murderous regime, which has also seen ever increasing levels inequality and corruption. While British representatives at COP27 will be given accommodation in the most luxurious five star hotels in Sharm El-Sheikh and fall asleep listening to the sound of the waves, another British citizen, Alaa Abdel El-Fatah is near death, on a painful hunger strike in the darkest of places - his dimly lit cell. The only thing he might hear at night is the desperate cry from some prisoner in another cell appealing for medical help which most likely never comes.
If we care for freedom, real democracy and justice, we can't allow the British Foreign Office to forget Alaa - especially if it's simply not to upset the highly profitable relationship British multinationals have with one of the world's most authoritarian and corrupt regimes - a relationship which only benefits the wealthiest of Egyptians.
If you live in London, please show your support at the protest at King Charles Street - and wherever you live please sign the petition -
www.change.org/p/help-free-my-brother-before-it-s-too-lat...
my friend T and I were road-tripping along in the approved road-tripping way (much driving, much much music, and much much much laughter) when we heard of this beach that had to be hiked to. There was no car access. Mhm, instant intrigue. So we bought a wilderness tenting pass, rented a bear canister to store our food in, and headed to Shi Shi Beach with our tent and firewood and supplies. It sounds easy. It wasn’t. We decided that the people who made the beach inaccessible by car should rot in a chocolate-less world for all eternity. (I know, intense. We get like that when we're exhausted.)
So I took photos of the sunset while T ate the hotdog we'd cooked over our mini fire, and I convinced her to come and stand by the ocean for the photo. She did. But she brought her hotdog with her, and ate it with her back to the camera. Shocking behind-the-scenes revelations
On the trail to Pesuta wreck … I did promise a story. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was more less 4pm . 5 km to the wreck , half through the forest / half along the coastline mostly beach . That was 5 km one way … but that should not be a problem . I didn't take under consideration that someone who measured the distance looked at the map and 5 km is a “ as the crow flies “ no mentioned zigzag though the forest and long way around on the beach. The trail in the forest is stunning , you could move tripod by few feet and start shooting again and again. I walked for an hour taking tones of pictures and I asked girl that was running in the forest , if I was half way to the wreck … she said “ maybe a quarter “ . I had a bad feeling that I may not make it but I just picked up pace and got tho the wreck at 6:15 pm. I was shooting non-stop for over half an hour . I did know that with every minute the sunset is getting closer . I love sunsets but not if I was to cross the few kilometers in dark forest on sometimes very faint trail. I packed camera to my backpack ( no more pictures ) and started walking . I got to the car with 20 minutes to spare , my feet were killing me , my right shoulder was almost not functioning from the weight of my single strap backpack ( Slingshot 350 ) that had approximately 8 kg ( almost 18 lb ) of gear plus tripod. … but it was worth it ….
See where this picture was taken, Naikoon Provincial Park, Queen Charlotte Islands - Haida Gwaii , BC Canada [?]
BRUCE COCKBURN - If A Tree Falls
When it comes, the Landscape listens
Shadows hold their breath
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death
When we called into Ely in Cambridgeshire, Peter went in to a huge antique shop by the River Ouse and I wandered along the river taking photos.
when selecting a guitar, it is important to take care in choosing the tonewoods. make sure the guitar will blend well with your personality. will the guitar resonate with the acoustics of the room where you are playing?
عندما تتشكل الغيوم , لوحة الهية ... سبحان الله
من سواحل منطقة السالمية - موسم السرايات -
Seascape from Al Salimeya coasts , in Thu 6-4-2006.
Kuwait
I have been experimenting with self portraits
This is a double exposure shot using a print screen
An abstract playing with the idea that when one
person or situation leaves us feeling bruised we
need to remind ourselves of all the people that love us
...apologies to Nacho Libre.
OK, so when a dog goes into heat, it can be messy, as one might imagine. And it turns out several manufacturers make so-called dog diapers a.,k.a. bitches britches in an attempt to solve the problem. However, our experience has been that dog diapers are ill-fitting, uncomfortable and humiliatingly unfashionable.
A far better solution? 2T to 3T todler boy's underpants. You put them on your dog "backwards," thus the opening accommodates the tail.
Swank!
It didn't mean much then but it moves me now. All the things time left behind, not worth the bother to haul away or sell. Who'd be buying anyway? The drift of shiftless seasons, looking back on your own reflections. A man named Barry signed this painting, left a mark the ticking years will take, peeling back passion and passionless in measure. Slow equality in rot and loss, what's composed of dust to dust? For the last half of my twenties, I ran a shop in my hometown called Low Tide Gallery. After everything I sold, perhaps just 10% of those pieces will survive for a century. Love lives with us well enough, but translates and passes on poorly. What moves us now might mean nothing for the next, pure chance that recognition will find reasons from the millions. I wonder – but don't particularly care – if what I make in my life will matter when I'm gone. It only really matters while I exist to know it.
March 22, 2022
Digby County, Nova Scotia
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I have been living in London area for two years now and the only one thing I hate and really dislike is the rain. I know I know everyone gonna keep telling me e7md rbk eno fee rain o e7na fe al7ar BUT over here when it rain everything fade and It get too depressing. You know what they say, never trust England weather ;)
P.S ele byz3jni 3ala al3amod ele fe alno9 baksr ra9ah okay :@ it was raining couldn't get a perfect shot (A)