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When it comes to pictures from Calton Hill, you are almost always going to think of capturing the amazing Princes Street, the Dugald Stewart Monument with The Balmoral and Edinburgh Castle in the background. I did too! But I remember people were posting photos of the haar at the Forth Bridges and I thought to look in their direction which was where the sun was setting funny enough! I wish I had a zoom lens as this would have been immense but my little 70mm zoom did a decent job and I am well chuffed with the results. I hope you enjoy this and have been enjoying the lovely weather we have been having :)
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 they come for you?
C.S.I. ATLANTA:
My heros! Detective Little Inez and her partner, Officer AJ, solved the case of The BillyLlama's and my "Identity Theft."
After writing a check for a recent purchase at a major franchise, our check and driver's license information was used to totally wipe out our checking and savings accounts over the course of just a few days. Our gigantic banking institution failed to alert us when checks with the same numbers were being used more than once. The BillyLlama discovered it while viewing his on-line banking. The litany of huge corporate chains that failed to recognize the bogus checks and phony driver's license is unbelievable.
Stay tuned to see what happens to the perps and the names of the corporations involved...
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To get your own Officer AJ... Call 911 and keep your fingers crossed. ;~)
i love this photo. travis dead on. kat dreaming of travis. mark, well not sure what he's thinking or looking at.
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.
After my pictures of the sunset, it's daybreak I delight to photograph when there are no clouds to hide the sun.
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 ....
Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.
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.
When he signed up the deacon’s slutty daughter for the car wash, Rev Koch knew the annexation fund was in the bag.
When it doesn't pour rain outside we manage to go for soggy walks...I think she was ready to go in way before I took this..her hungry goil! lol!
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 I stepped out onto the deck the snow was up to my knees. That was at about 9PM last night and it was still coming down. The plow returned at 10PM and by 11PM the ground was covered again. Bananas!!
Then this morning we had an earthquake. It's apocalyptic weather in Chicaoland...
Where do I go when I'm so alone?
Where do I go when I'm so alone?
Where do I go when I'm so alone?
Where do I turn when
you are so close?
We try not to crash but
we still collide
Tears
I've cried,, I'll survive
I'm alive !!
I'm stripped, I'm bare
I'm left here with nothing
I hold the wheel
And know where I'm going
Your face, I see, in
every reflection
No time, no space
I've lost all direction
And there's no turning
back this time
Gotta stay alive
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When a Hummie buzzes the forty too slow, a fluid dump is in order....
Ruby-throated Hummingbird (Archilochus colubris)
Adult Female
Family: Hummingbirds
Patapsco Valley SP--JMC Quadrant
Baltimore, MD
2015/04/30
When we were driving through Pilanesberg today, I saw this Zebra standing on the side of the road with two Oxpeckers sitting on his back.
Spent some time filling in gaps, greebling and polishing the bottom half. I'm actually quite happy with the way the tank sections and landing knuckles(?) came out.
(Also slightly dreading what it will take to bring the complex front section up to this level of polish...)