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On a visit to the Waipara valley to simple Somme wines and food. It was lovely when we left Christchurch but here in the Waipara Valley there was a gale force Nor West Wind that just about blow me away. First stop was Terrace Edge Vineyard. The wines were really good. May 6, 2018 New Zealand.
Located on the east of New Zealand’s South Island and bordering Christchurch city, North Canterbury is an internationally renowned destination for wine and food.
The region is home to 90 + vineyards, most of them independently owned by a close-knit community of local families. With some of the country’s most diversified land formations, from the volcanic Banks Peninsula to the clay and limestone soils of the Waipara and Waikari valleys, the region lends itself to highly varied and interesting soil types. Concentrated and expressive wines are grown here – particularly Pinot Noir, Chardonnay and Riesling.
Farmers seeking large expanses of pasture settled here in the 19th century and ever since, food has always been in abundance in North Canterbury. The region’s climate and soil, farms, forests rich with wild game, market gardens, truffières, rivers and coastlines allow for a diverse amount of different foods to grow naturally through the entire year.
For More Info and photos: www.northcanterburywines.co.nz/
As soon as i thought to end up my railfanning, I saw a train coming on the Down line.I was far away from my original spot of clicking.Also the allotted Platform to this train was empty, hence the train would definitely get the home clearance.I thought,I have to skip this train. But when every door closes, God opens the ultimate door! A light RTM WDM - 3A which had arrived some time ago at Vadodara (seen here www.flickr.com/photos/147285387@N08/36398197613/in/datepo...) was given the starter signal and hence this train had to wait for home clearance.I thanked God for that crucial help and instantly clicked this train. The train was 12 mins late running 17018 Secunderabad (SC) - Rajkot (RJT) Express with MLY WDM - 3A twins..
Date : 10/09/17
“When you take young human beings, whose minds evolved for tribal warfare and us/them thinking, and you fill those minds full of binary (good/bad, us/them ) dimensions. You tell them that one side in each binary is good and the other is bad. You turn on their ancient tribal circuits, preparing them for battle. Many students find it thrilling; it floods them with a sense of meaning and purpose.” (Jonathan Haidt)
This pattern is not just growing amongst youngsters. Look at the negative polarization that marks today's politics. Parties, too, are no longer bound together by creeds but by enemies. The problem is that tribal common-enemy thinking tears a diverse nation apart.
At the intersection of two neighborhoods: Chinatown and North Beach, this mural celebrates the area's musical and cultural history.
When in Rome #28
Nice 1984 nightview card from Italy / Italia, Lazio, Rome / Roma, featuring FIAT 600 + 500 + 124 + 1100, ALFA ROMEO Giulia and more
" When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are"
It was 20 years ago when i can see those many stars with my own eyes. Sometime i wished to be a doctor when i grew up.
They said we can wish upon a star. Maybe that was told when those stars can be seen with naked eye.
Now days, light pollution makes them shy to bright. Therefor kids can't wish upon it anymore
When i took this picture, i wish that i could have a garden like this with so many stars upon it ..so when i have kids, they can wish upon it.
Not exactly a camera toss but this is when you set the camera in a long exposure and a car hits it.
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I remember my Mom taught me how to make these when I was little. I used to stop by the neighbors on the way home and make myself a doll and then play with it all the way home from school. I had forgotten about them until I saw some Hollyhocks recently and it brought back the memory! So tonight I look and Flickr and low and behold - I'm not the only one who made these! Did you?
1. Hollyhock doll, 2. Hollyhock doll, front view, 3. Hollyhock Doll, 4. hollydoll
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
when you're asleep.
This is what I imagine Paula dreams of sometimes ; )
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When everything seemed blue. Tornado and friends at Didcot Railway Centre 4th April 2014. Also see davebowles.smugmug.com/Railways/Multiple-Engines-in-shot/...
When I was a kid this beach always had a crowd of men and women just hanging out on their own folding chairs bullshitting, listening to the radio, sipping coffee, etc. Nothing has changed 25 years later and it’s nostalgic hearing the same noises of a baseball game and some 50s music on their radios.
When compiling my list, I knew she'd be high, but could never find a spot right for her besides this one. Her look is perfect and she is one of the few dolls that looks best in their original look.
In every show or work about high school there's a girl like this: the pretty popular cheerleader who has nothing better to do than boss people around. If she's lucky, down the road she get some development, and even then it's usually fleeting and soon forgotten and we never truly get to know her or her motivations, nor does she ever have true friends.
What i loved about Cleo is that even though she kept herself guarded we learned so much about her from her diary. She may be tough and a bit unfeeling, but she did have compassion and the tiniest bit of humility. Her friendship with Ghoulia kept her grounded when the webisodes made her a one dimensional caricature for the sake of having a villain for the first season.
Thankfully, the nick special marked a change in this portrayal and ironically, it was the first time we saw the actual ghoul under the surface who was queen bee but still cared. And now the webisodes reflect this person. If I could find a complaint, it would be that she's gone a bit too sweet too fast. But when I think it over again, she still retains all the qualities that makes her special in the first place.
When I arrived at the park one day, I heard some birds chirping when I got out of my van, but I didn't see anything. Upon further investigation I found a small flock of these sparrows feeding almost invisibly in the grass. The next day I went back to the same area and managed to catch one perching on a low branch. A migrating bird on its way north.
Sparrows are tough for me to ID so any confirmation or correction would be appreciated. Some info: identify.whatbird.com/obj/276/overview/Clay-colored_Sparr...
Strange behavior. I shot two rolls of Foma 400 @ 800 using the same Olympus XA3 camera, developed in the same ID11 1+1 as I used with the film before and both films came out either under exposed or under developed. However, I quite like the results. Foma film is a bit gritty but on the right subjects it works.
Note: John faced some cancer in 2015. Sondra is his wife...
How tardy and bizarrely uncharacteristic of me to "come up short" Carol, on the genealogical history of the deceased equine entity called Tony.
Actually the initial send had more text....in my whimpering inadequacies.... I encountered a road block that was insurmountable for my chemo-laced brain.....I cried until Sondra came to my mewling puddle of shameful "masculine-tech" whining on the floor.....she tried to solve the dilemma .....and had "lift-off" for only a portion of the rocket.....basically it was a cluster fuck, a message that was intended for one planet.....but the message splintered,........you received some of the text, and some of it will arrive on Saturn's second inner ring, around 2525. The video that I tried to include with the text....imploded, folding in-ward unto itself.....consuming its life and frames until it resembled a tiny black jube-jube lying on the sidewalk.........not even the slugs were interested.
Tony was 22 when he died.....born in Saskatchewan......had papers.....not the kind of papers that illegal refugees have....but papers that proved he was pure Percheron. Tony was and is the only papered horse we have ever owned. Both his parents....sire and brood mare were registered Percheron. Percheron is a French heavy horse breed.....that basically opened the west, plowed the soil and pulled the goods.
In my world, being papered and registered means nothing....what does matter .......do I like what I see. And with Tony ....it was all good.
I'n John R's world of horses, registered and papered has meaning.
Sondra and I bought Tony along with another horse named Spider.....they were a team.....had worked as a team, pulling wagons and sleighs and also as a logging team for a teamster/logger/farmer/truck-driver from the 100 Mile House area of BC's Caribou region. Spider was a giant of a horse, also Percheron, not registered and not papered. Spider weighted about a ton, Tony was around 1800 lbs......
Spider was tall, quite a bit taller than Tony, so they looked a bit mis-matched....both horses were black as coal..........Tony had one white sock, rear right, if you are looking up the dirt chute........and both had their tails docked.... I'm not a fan of docked tails, but that's the way they came.
The year was 2004, when we heard about these boys being available.....we already had a team.....two wonderful Belgian/Percheron crosses, both unpapered and un-registered, that were named Pat and Mike, that we bought in 1999.
We were thinking of easing up on using Pat and Mike, as we were logging quite a bit. We wanted a younger team.....and Tony and Spider were around 10 ......a little side bar to horse trading.....a horse trader if he's trying to sell a horse , when confronted with the question .....
"so, how old is this horse"......will almost always tell you, he's 9. (old enough to know better but young enough to be strong and eager)(keep that in mind Carol, when it comes time to trade the old boy in)
To really know how old a horse is.....you look at his teeth, and if you know how to read the markings on their teeth, you can come to within a year or two. Many a 9 year old has turned out to be 17 or even older.
Sondra and I heard about the big blacks being for sale.....made some time to come up from the farm to have a look.
Always an adventure....searching out horses.
So up to the 100 Mile House area.....it was early summer....this area, high in elevation, excels in showing its beauty during the summer. It's sparsely populated.....a few small towns dot the region, to offer commerce and alcohol......the area is home to ranches, lots of large acreages, raising and growing beef..... As well as the ubiquitous logging industry.......give us some trees to exploit.
It's a gorgeous part of the province Carol, a high plateau, spotted with numerous lakes, expansive lodge pole pine forests, and these old, well worn ranch settlements.
It was one of these ranches that Tony and Spider were residing ......log house, log out-buildings, log fences, log barn.........right on the edge of a good sized lake.
Tom the owner was ready for us when we arrived....horses were at the hitching rail....harnessed and ready to perform.
But you never jump right into the task at hand .....you have to have the BC chats first.....sort of like kicking the tires when you are looking to buy a "new to you" truck......so the three of us are walking around the horses, hands running over their bodies, asking questions that don't always pertain to horses, "do you know such and such, he has a logging team near Princeton"......." where did these boys come from"...."when did you last use them"....."any problems"....."how are their feet"........"do these boys come with the harness"..... "how long have you lived up here"......."no kidding, I know Ted Guisbrech, we logged together over near Rock Creek".........and so on.
Then .....you ask if it would be ok to see them walk around.........he may say sure, take the lines, or he may say....sure, let me walk them first and then you can have a go.
All this seemingly unimportant prater......registers...it is all telling us about his relationship with his horses.....does he want to make sure the horses are calmed down when it comes time for us to drive them, .......does he think they might be a bit spooky if we take the lines.....is he setting the standard by showing us how he handles them.....all part of the game.
I want him to walk the horses around, to see what kind of relationship he has with them.....how he holds the lines ......where he stands.....how he gets them to move, does he "kiss them up", or "click" them up .....(two very distinct sounds in the horse world)....or does he remain silent, and communicate through the lines.....do they move on their own, when he grabs the lines......does he say their names to get them to move.......does he hold the lines....firm.......loosely.....does he slap the horses rears with the lines to get them to walk.....all of this shows me how this guy gets along with his horses.....gentle, coarsely, frantic, lazy, attentive, casual, ....and this gives me some incite into what we might be buying.
It's such a dance.....you want it to fall into place....you've invested 6 hours of travel one way......you like the initial viewing.....you need a team .....you want it to work. The foot work, the rhythm, the music, the touch, all these "things" need to be right for the dance to feel good...the flow....and eventually the coupling.
Where was I. .....oh yea.... Tom is walking the boys around, they have their harness on, the harness is well worn, with some minor binder-twine fix-it's......binder-twine....the non-natural material they use to tie bales of hay with.....it is ubiquitous with the horse world.....binder-twine is the rural duct-tape....you use it everywhere to tie down, to tie up, to keep apart, to shorten and to lengthen, you use it for clothes lines, and dog leashes, you use it to mark the planting lines for lettuce and carrots.....It almost always comes in the colour orange.....but now they have introduced the colour blue. It the very old days they used wire to wrap bales.
Tom walks the boys around the corral.....whoa-ing them up then asking them to step up(move ahead).....making them "gee" and "haw".....right and left......I watch how his hands work the lines.....lightly.....aggressively.....does he verbally communicate or is it all done with touch (pressure with the lines)......so the lines are long strips of leather or polypropylene that are attached to the bridle, a sort of head set that has the bit, the metal bar that is inserted to the horses mouth, attached to......so every time you pull on the lines it activates the bit......in a good or bad way.....gentle with the lines equates to gentle with the bit......aggressive with the lines, equates to harsh rough bit movement..........I'm certain Carol you've experienced this with the Hun. To get his attention (his noodle buried in a Conan movie) you sometimes have to jerk his bit.
So what you want to see as a perspective buyer, is the owner driving the horses around in a calm atmosphere.....no rodeos.....using "soft" hands........you want the horses displaying a zen.......a zone where they are willing to do what you ask of them.
Think Pointer Sisters......."I want a man with a slow hand....I Want a lover with an easy touch. I want a lover who will take some time. Not come and go in a heated rush"
Now that's what makes a perfect teamster.......Sondra points out that in the equine world, every teamster thinks he has soft hands. Phew, was that air leaving my body!
Then we attach the horses to the double-tree......sometimes made from hard wood and now usually made from metal.....this is the devise that is attached to two big leather straps that are attached to the horses harness.....these straps are called tugs....and then the double tree is attached to the device you want the horses to pull....ie. a wagon, a sleigh, a rake, a mower, or for our purposes a log. The double tree drags on the ground, so sometimes does not drag smoothly, as it gets caught up on debris , small babies, stumps, empty beer cases, that sort of thing......logging horses get acclimatized to this irregular pull and constant clanging, and are not spooked by the sound or pull.....uninitiated horses go ballistic....as they can never run away from the ragged feel, and the scary sound.
Tony and Spider were great.....and after numerous manoeuvres and requests.....lots of backing up, going forward.....asking them to take one step forward and whoa......asking them to stand while putting the lines on the ground......some horses will creep forward....
hooking them up to a big log and pulling it around.....doing the same tasks that we asked of them without the log..... we put them back to the hitching rail......removed their harness.
I ask Tom how "they load"......how easily do they go in a trailer.....a very important feature.....especially for people who move their horses around....like horse loggers.....always going to different sites.......some horses react to trailers like a 9 year old boy going to the dentist.....it can be hell.....and I've participated in many "rodeos" trying to get unwilling horses in a trailer. Both hard on the horse and the handler. Feet stepped on, smashed around by hyper animals, and that's before you get them in the trailer..... Securing them in the trailer is even more ramped up in terms of activity. So having calm, easy going horses to load...can be the deal sealer or breaker.Tom assures me that they "load easy"
We let the horses cool down......and then I picked up every foot......you want a cooperative horse when trimming hooves.....looked in their mouths to check teeth......hands feeling all over their bodies.....feeling and looking for bumps, irregularities, sores.....seeing how the harness fits them, any rubs, buckle wear, .......you try and do a full inspection..........just like the 50 point checkup that your Audi receives every 6 months.
For me it's all fun.....a chance to visit with another teamster.....to check out his stock....see new country.... hear some new lies and stories.
All the while the test drive and chit-chat is happening, Sondra and I are communicating about what we think about the team.....likes and dislikes....this is all done without talking....it's done with eyes, eye brows, facial wrinkles, nostril flares, smiles, hands, and head nods.....we don't want to diss the owner about the abilities of his team, or challenge anything he says about them.....we just register silently the good and bad......we didn't drive 6 hours to tell someone they have a badly mannered team of horses. It's a sort of rural respect and politeness that seems to prevail in rural Canada.
More generalized talk takes place....we find out more about his place.....some of the jobs he did with the team.....his daughter comes out of the house and jumps up on a saddle horse and rides around.....learn that he's bought a truck and car wash in 100 Mile House.....very entrepreneurial ...... He wanders off to feed some animals.... And Sondra and I kick a few horse buns around and decide yes, we want the team......
The negotiations are straight forward....we pay $4000....
In most horse transactions you buy the horse and the seller provides you with a halter and a lead rope......usually the most worn out and manure stained ones he can find in the tack shed.....often repaired with binder-twine, that use to be orange.
We manage, through friendly haggling, to get the harness, a double tree, and some pieces of harness "thrown in" with the 4 grand. We are happy with the deal, he's happy with the deal.
He agrees to feed the horses for a week, and Sondra and I will return the following weekend with our horse trailer, pick them up and bring them to Trinity Valley.
This adventure was wonderful.....a great way to start a new relationship with a new team......we were anxious to play with them, learn more about them.......and see what they could do.
The boys turned out to be all we wished for.....great addition to our already mature and well behaved team of Pat and Mike.....
Spider as he got older developed a rear hip malfunction.....that eventually made it very difficult for him to get up, after he would lie down for a rest and or a roll. At the end I was having to lift him up with the tractor....too complicated to describe, believe me it was as hard on me as it was on Spider.....Spider learned not to lie down too much .....and when he did, he'd try to position himself strategically on a slope so when it was time for lift-off, gravity would help. One time Spider lay down in his corral....winter time....in a hollow and couldn't rise up......thrashed around for awhile, making his bed a skating rink....total ice, caused by his body heat, ..... and even more difficult for him......finally as darkness was settling in I managed to get him up......this was becoming a problem.
In spring time I had a chat with the big boy......I was tiring of the effort it took to get him back up on all "four"...... Eventually the time came and he had his final lie-down.......
After Spider died, Tony was confused and then sad.....no more mate.....these horses when they are teamed up.....often act as one......they eat side by side, they rest side by side......when one heads off in a direction, the other one will follow......when one decides to let it all out and race around the field, full throttle, the other one copies. They are often joined at the hip. So Tony was bummed when Spider passed on, ........and he got little sympathy from the other team......at this point on the calendar, our original team of Pat and Mike, had both died, and we had bought another team, Jackie and Star, younger than both Spider and Tony, and this new team became our "go to team".
Jackie and Star, also Percheron's, also black, but with un-cropped tails, dragging on the ground, beautiful, true warriors......Don Monjoy was so proud of us for staying black, and staying Perch......this team was young, bold, frisky, and dominating. So Tony went to the bottom of the pecking order, and just wasn't too sure where he fit in. Sondra and I continued to show love and attention his way.....and Sondra would harness him and drive him around, but we always felt he was somewhat confused.......and missing his mate. But through that wondering, he was always a treat to be around.....he was extremely handsome.....very curious.....enormously smart.........and we always said he had a great ass.... And we will miss him.
Well now he can rejoin Spider......they can be a team again.
My face must have been a picture when I clocked the reg on this one - not just because it's late for a Mk2, but because I quickly realised this was the same car I have spotted twice in the past. The first time was in Coventry around 2004, and then it showed up at a classic event on the outskirts of Edinburgh a year or so later, looking quite different - see photos below. It's an LHD import registered here in 1982, and has been unlicensed since January 2012.
When it Rains by The Dag Savage ft. Aloe Blacc | vimeo.com/57703599
Cooperativa de Habitação Económica 11 de Outubro | São João da Madeira
When you drive into the Natural Park Uccellina, near Grosseto, Tuscany, you will find foxes at the sides of the road, getting so close to the cars. They'll look at you in your eyes, just as much as you'd look in theirs... And their expression is deeply sad
Gli occhi di una volpe triste
Guidando nel parco dell'Uccellina, sulla Maremma, si possono vedere molte volpi al lato della strada, avvicinandosi moltissimo alle macchine. Quelle volpi sosterranno il tuo sguardo più di quanto tu non possa immaginare. E la loro tristezza è pesante e profonda.
The plan was to take the bike to the National Park and from there take a longish Thursday Walk around one of the lakes at Tyresta. A flat tire just a few kilometers from home put a stop to that idea. Instead, I opted for my usual walk at Välsta, although it's not much fun walking with a bike, but there you go.
When I see them, I pick up photos from the early postwar Occupation of Japan. I worked for many years with a man who had landed with the first wave of US troops, and served as a Quartermaster. He lived like a minor king there,with endless stories of deals,and trades,and scams-he had a house built for his girlfriend and her family out of materials that he obtained in all manner of ways. A terrible,tragic, fascinating time.
Judging by the beer delivery, soldiers wandering around,and the women standing around and walking down the street with soldiers, this must have been one of the areas set aside for "R&R". The sign behind the girl in the foreground is advertising 'Kirin' Beer. (My scan is not very good-lots of interesting details can be seen under a magnifying glass on the original) That girl in the foreground could also be the real-life model for the period cartoon character "Babysan".
Model: Hannah
Love don't come so easily
This doesn't have to end in tragedy
I have you and you have me
We're one and a million why can't you see
I'm waitin', waitin' for nothing
You're leavin', leavin' me hanging
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing?
I treat you alike a princess
But your life is justa one big mess
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing?
When you really think about it, getting a paddling is an effective form of discipline because it combines the worst aspects of being punished -- embarrassment and pain.
I know from experience that humiliation is a major component of receiving a paddling. My friends require me wear a pair of my butt-lettered gym shorts and bend over because that provides an excellent combination of...
(1) photo (and video) opportunity (for my friends),,
(2) embarrassment and anxiety felt by the victim (me),
(3) excellent presentation of the paddle target (my rotund butt),
(4) great entertainment for the spectators (everybody's cell phone is aimed at my backside), and
(5) something to make viewers on Flickr laugh out loud!!
Even with the embarrassment my friends cause me by posting photos of my gigantic rear-end on Flickr, the worst part is always the paddling, itself. The swats are hard and painful when the wooden paddle comes crashing down on what my friends laughingly refer to as my "lard butt."
After my friends are finished taking turns applying the paddle, my caboose is always sore (and blazing red) underneath that "ILLINOIS" rear-end logo!
This is the old Stone & Thomas department store in downtown Charleston, West Virginia. The streamlined, multi-story building was constructed around 1948 and was open for more than 40 years.
The store closed in the 1990s when Stone & Thomas bolted for a small, not-quite-an-anchor spot in the Charleston Town Center Mall. The chain itself met its unfortunate demise a few years later, with most locations going to Elder-Beerman of Ohio. This building has stood empty ever since, though, and has been listed as an endangered site as time marches on around it.
A reflection in the windows of the so-called Darmstadtium, which allows you to see some of the interior of the congress center as well as the building opposite. These were the first colours we have seen here for weeks!
Full size recommended!
..... will my little feet be as big as your BIG feet, Pops? New shoes for baby Joshua sitting alongside my old Chucks!! I missed my little muse, Lewis, for today's challenge!
Our Daily Challenge ~ When I Grow Up ....
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Taken last week when it looked as though the little Olympus had recovered from being flooded with sea water. Now the buttons feel gummed up again, and it's difficult to get it to focus or move between menu options. My morning walks won't be the same without it if things don't improve, for a such a tiny camera, it was capable of remarkable things.