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When we returned to Santiago after the Undurraga wine tour we rode metro red line #1 to El Golf/Las Condes district for lunch near Parque Araucano. Window reflections near our lunch cafe.
When life gives you lemons...it can be bloody sour! Have you ever eaten something that tasted so sour you made a similar face?
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Cooperativa de Habitação Económica 11 de Outubro | São João da Madeira
When I first heard about using coconut milk instead of butter I was intrigued.
I gave it a try months ago and was immediately seduced. It cannot be simpler to make and I have fallen in love with the taste and texture of this crust. It's very light and you don't notice the coconut at all. You can add any filling you want. If you want a sweet crust add one tablespoon of molasses or maple syrup.
The tartelette in the photo has black olives, red pepper and heart of palm (palmito) filling.
Recipe @ Cantina di Dom Fuas
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.
..... 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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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.
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One of our grandsons has really liked penguins from when he was very young. I liked them too...but I must admit to liking them even more after our trip to Antarctica. I especially loved seeing them *porpoise* like the one in this image but I never got the chance to photograph them doing so from water level. This shot was taken from the balcony of our room on level 6 of the ship...but one can easily see how exciting it is to see one or more penguins porpoising along the surface on their way to shore.
The Trip - (01/01/23 to 01/21/23)
On the first day of 2023, my wife and I flew to Buenos Aires, Argentina, in preparation for a cruise to Antarctica, via The Falkland Islands and South Georgia Island. We’d never visited Antarctica and, in fact, felt a little unprepared for this trip since we’d only been on one cruise previously...and that was many years ago when we went on a cruise to Alaska…and that one trip to Alaska was enough to let my wife know that she was very prone to seasickness. Consequently, she was very concerned about this much longer trip because of the potential for rough weather.
We spent several days in Buenos Aires before we finally boarded the ship on 01/06/23 and headed off towards the Falkland Islands. The ship we were on was very nice…clean and comfortable room, friendly staff, incredibly interesting folks for lectures: A former astronaut, a former college professor with a doctorate in Ornithology and a geologist.
The photos:
Until we made landfall in the Falklands, the only wildlife we would see were the many pelagic birds that occasionally accompanied our ship. The larger birds, albatross, giant petrels, etc. managed to effortlessly soar over the swells, seemingly without ever flapping their wings. The smaller birds like the prions, also appeared to not waste much energy flapping their wings and were fun to watch as they maneuvered back and forth alongside our ship. Most of the photos I took from the ship were taken from our balcony on deck six. The balcony was a great location for landscape shots when we were near shore…but the height above the water made it difficult to photograph birds that were close to the water’s surface. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it. :-)
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From Wikipedia: The gentoo penguin (/ˈdʒɛntuː/ JEN-too) (Pygoscelis papua) is a penguin species (or possibly a species complex) in the genus Pygoscelis, most closely related to the Adélie penguin (P. adeliae) and the chinstrap penguin (P. antarcticus). The earliest scientific description was made in 1781 by Johann Reinhold Forster with a type locality in the Falkland Islands. The species calls in a variety of ways, but the most frequently heard is a loud trumpeting, which the bird emits with its head thrown back.
Names:
The application of "gentoo" to the penguin is unclear. Gentoo was an Anglo-Indian term to distinguish Hindus from Muslims. The English term may have originated from the Portuguese gentio ("pagan, gentile"). Some speculate that the white patch on the bird's head was thought to resemble a turban.
Taxonomy
The gentoo penguin is one of three species in the genus Pygoscelis. Mitochondrial and nuclear DNA evidence suggests the genus split from other penguins around 38 million years ago (Mya), about 2 million years after the ancestors of the genus Aptenodytes. In turn, the Adélie penguins split off from the other members of the genus around 19 Mya and the chinstrap and gentoo finally diverged around 14 Mya.
Description: The gentoo penguin is easily recognised by the wide, white stripe extending like a bonnet across the top of its head and its bright orange-red bill. It has pale whitish-pink, webbed feet and a fairly long tail – the most prominent tail of all penguin species. Chicks have grey backs with white fronts. As the gentoo penguin waddles along on land, its tail sticks out behind, sweeping from side to side, hence the scientific name Pygoscelis, which means "rump-tailed".
Gentoo penguins can reach a length of 70 to 90 cm (28 to 35 in), making them the third-largest species of penguin after the emperor penguin and the king penguin. They are the fastest underwater swimmers of all penguins, reaching speeds up to 36 km/h (22 mph). Gentoos are well adapted to extremely cold and harsh climates.
Predators:
In the sea, leopard seals, sea lions and killer whales are all predators of the gentoo. On land, no predators of full-grown, healthy gentoo penguins exist. Skuas and giant petrels regularly kill many chicks and steal eggs; petrels kill injured and sick adult gentoos. Various other seabirds, such as the kelp gull and snowy sheathbill, also snatch chicks and eggs. Skuas on King George Island have been observed attacking and injuring adult gentoo penguins in apparent territorial disputes.
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Shinkjuju Tokyo. I assume the underpants are the items on sale here, but you can't be sure?
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When theres an Amerijet B727F 'Tri-holer' lined up at the fence of Princess Juliana International Airport - St. Maarten, as with people along the fence, or the wall on the beach.... Nothing can go wrong.... Right?
When Death Comes
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Poem by Mary Oliver
When looking from The Storr, the famous Old Man of Storr looks pretty tiny. A stunning sight and surreal landscape nonetheless.
Okay, so here's the story: When i was in junior high, i used to talk to this boy on the phone like every single day. And since we didn't have a cordless phone in our house, this means i would spend hours perched on a stool in the kitchen, with my feet propped up on the stove, just talking about...well, nothing, probably...until my parents made me hang up. Now flash forward like 15 years or something, and suddenly i'm spending hours on the phone with this very same boy, still talking about pretty much nothing, and sort of loving how familiar and comfortable it feels. And so even though i have a cordless phone now, and a cell phone, and i can talk where i want and when i want, i still get this urge sometimes to climb up onto the counter and put my feet on the stove and talk to him until my parents scream at me to do my homework. It's kind of the highlight of my day.
That little tale was so disturbingly cute that i just grossed myself out. Yuck.
21/365
When I headed down to Sydney to photograph Vivid I was a bit unsure as to whether I would use my panoramic film camera to photograph Vivid. I mainly took it to photograph the sunrises and sunsets, but not the light show. The reason was that it would require such long exposures to expose correctly. Even if I shot at its largest aperture (f/8) it would require fairly long exposures. Also, I use a centre spot filter to even out the exposure so there isn't an automatic vignette on the image. I also like to shoot slide film, and the fastest slide film I have is ISO 400! Put that all together and it isn't a system conducive to low light situations. Anyway, despite that, this is an image captured with my Fuji G617 and Provia 400X slide film.
Fuji G617
Provia 400X f8 30sec
Epson V700 scanner
Capture time: 4/6/17 6:47pm
Strobe Info: SB900 at camera left, yn465 at camera right, another yn465 behind model, with a little reflector to back up some little light. all shot bare
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Little child dry your crying eyes, how can I explain the fear you feel inside cause you were born
into this evil world where man is killing man and no one knows just why. what we have become,
just look what we have done all that we destroyed you must build again.
When the children cry, let them know we tried cause when the children sing then the new world begins.
Little child you must show the way to a better day for all the young cause you were born
for all the world to see that we all can live with love and peace.
No more presidents and all the wars will end one united world under god.
"When the Children cry"
Lyrics and song By White lion
This little child was crying when we approach her, when we reach right in front of her. She stop crying altogether. The fumes produce by the charcoal making process is unbearable and i am tearing like crazy, I don't know how those kids survive out there. It's tough on an adult like me, i can't imagine a kid going through such condition.
Another from earlier this year when I saw these RSHs mating. I'm working on putting together a wildlife presentation I plan to give in a couple months, and had to revisit images from this day. View larger
This morning I went looking for them since I'd seen them doing nest building in the area early in the day, and thought they'd be there. The female dropped of a stick at the nest, and perched nearby. A bit later the male also tended to the nest, and then joined his mate. I took around 100 photos, and they mated twice during about a 90 minute period.
Unfortunately they did not have any chicks this year, or the previous 2 either... These were taken in Beaver Valley at the US National Zoo, and they're wild birds. See more of this pair here.
version 2 of the shot I posted earlier this week.
Sleep and me are not friends. At least not until about 6am when I have to get up in a half an hour. If it's not one thing it's another. Last night it was the air conditioning that appears to not be working right...and the cats, as usual. And my back. And the covers. And, well...everything last night!!
But, I got my photos printed for my exhibit coming up. My photos will be on display for the entire month of October at our local library, which rocks! I just have to get my frames now and get them put in the frames and we'll be good to go! I'm looking forward to it.
When a girl goes to the effort of stretching her ear lobe piercings with plugs and tunnels, something that takes a very long time and requires significant dedication, it seems obtuse that she would wear earrings much smaller than her stretched lobes will take. I think that this is a beautiful way of being obtuse though! :)
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
~ Henry David Thoreau
I have a million things to do this weekend so I will be on and off again most of the time this weekend.... Father's Day is a whole weekend event in my house!! Lol!! Have a great weekend everyone!!
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When we were at the beach, I noticed the seagulls flying over people looking for food. I had just the thing...Cheetos lol. My daughter actually got one to take one from her hand.
Disappointed in my other shots though. Wrong settings or something. Did get to see Dolphins swimming, and did some swimming in the ocean myself. Regardless, I had fun and that's what it's all about!! Gives me a reason to go back, other than that, it is one of my favorite places to be.
“After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on Today
because Tommorow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And Futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn and learn ....
With every goodbye you learn.”
- Veronica A. Shoffstall
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.
In the past if you wanted to buy a raincoat in a department store, you went inside and there was a rack of raincoats.
The assistant came over and checked your size, if there was not the correct on on the rack, they would then go and look at the items in the stock room and see if one was there. If not they will ask if you would like them to order one for you.
Norway 1948.
Today you can go into a department store and try and find a coat. Instead of all the coats in one place, they are grouped with all types of clothing by brand.
There might be an assistant, but they are only in charge of their own brand, if they do not have anything in your size, that's it, you will not get much more help.
I would have liked to buy a new raincoat this year, but even going into three shops, I have not been able to find one in my size or the design I want.
The lower coats on the right are the ones I am looking for - must learn more about Time Travel.
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. Ansel Adams
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slice 'em up and put em in a pitcher of cosmos, for fuck's sake.
ok, so my knee. here's the story. three weeks ago, while sliding into my seat on the morning train, my knee decided it'd rather go back home. and in turning back for the door (without my knowledge, let alone permission), it tore my meniscus. so a week from thursday, i'm going under the knife to have it fixed. granted, it's a teeny tiny knife, and they'll send me and my cane packing the same day, but still. it's the "s" word. and it's happening in a building that starts with an "h."
it sucks, no doubt about it.
but what's even suckier is that i was supposed to go camping that weekend, so's i could finally meet grace*c* and ~btezra~ and some other fabulous flickrpeeps. mutinous fucking knee!
but then i saw this little lemon hiding in the corner of my email inbox. i'm on the mailing list for the paramount theater in peekskill, this fabulously renovated old movie house just twenty minutes away. and i saw that patty griffin, one of my favorite singer/songwriters, was gonna be in town the day after the surgery. so i've convinced myself, hell, if doctorman says i can put weight on my leg the day of the surgery, i sure as shit can hobble with florian, patrick and my motherfuckin' cane to go see this woman stand on a stage and sing her fucking heart out.
yay me. well, poor me. but yay me, too.