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One medium sized softbox to the model's right, second light with no diffusion focused on background.
Trip to Zambia. Walking with Lions. Oct/2012. Don’t worry, the stick is just to distract them. Otherwise, they start playing games with us. Have you seen the size of their claws? Viagem para Zambia. Andando com os Leões. Não se preocupem, a vara é apenas para distraÃ-los. Do contrário, eles começam a brincar conosco. Já viram o tamanho das garras deles? Out/2012
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Dance your cares away,
Worry's for another day.
Let the music play,
Down at Fraggle Rock.
Work you cares away,
Dancing's for another day.
Let the Fraggles play,
We're Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, Red.
Dance your cares away,
Worry's for another day.
Let the music play,
Down at Fraggle Rock.
Down at Fraggle Rock.
Down at Fraggle Rock.
Chick is worried he'll be cold when we move up north.
If you love Chick, get educated on the atrocities of dog fighting, and support rescue and rehabilitation of Chick's brothers and sisters at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary!
Unfortunately, most of the victims in this disaster died. It *was* a plane crash, after all.
Sitting and comforting the unconscious man besides me, I got to watch the rescue teams work. They marked those that were deceased so that you could tell at a glance that they shouldn't worry about them. The charred dummy torso got a water bottle. The dead volunteer was covered with a suitcase. I wondered why the volunteer couldn't have gotten the light bottle and the dummy got the heavy suitcase, but shit happens in a disaster. That's just how it is.
On board the plane were a handful of gory volunteers (like this guy) and pools of blood. If I were a fireman, I wouldn't want to go into a fiery tin can, but then I am not awesome like the FD.
Want more gore? Visit my baby's set (Guest Pass).
File name: 08_06_021008
Title: RKO-Keith theatre robbery. $2769 stolen.
Creator/Contributor: Jones, Leslie, 1886-1967 (photographer)
Date created: 1936-02
Physical description: 1 negative : film, black & white ; 3 1/8 x 4 1/4 in.
Genre: Film negatives
Subject: Robberies; Worry
Notes: Title and date from information provided by Leslie Jones or the Boston Public Library on the negative or negative sleeve.
Collection: Leslie Jones Collection
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: Copyright Leslie Jones.
Preferred credit: Courtesy of the Boston Public Library, Leslie Jones Collection.
Based on Philippians 4:6. Great graphic art by Deb, using three versions of the Bible verse for the text.
The background kind of reminds us that worry dries up a person's energy, resources and soul. However, God offers refreshment, renewal and as the Bible says "living waters."
Trip to Zambia. Walking with Lions. Oct/2012. Don’t worry, the stick is just to distract them. Otherwise, they start playing games with us. Have you seen the size of their claws? Viagem para Zambia. Andando com os Leões. Não se preocupem, a vara é apenas para distraÃ-los. Do contrário, eles começam a brincar conosco. Já viram o tamanho das garras deles? Out/2012
Yesterday I went to the doctor, only to find out I have Chronic Anxiety Disorder. It basically means that I worry about stuff WAY too much, and it stresses me out and I often can't sleep at night because I'm worrying about anything and everything. He prescribed me with a medicine that is supposed to help me out, but I am worried about taking pills to regulate what seems to be my personality. It's pretty heavy.
Today spent three hours at the dentist (1st time in 7 years) and am totally stressed out by how much work I need done. Fillings, Root Canal, Crown, and my Wisdom Teeth removed. I AM NOT MADE OF MONEY!
All this stuff is not helping my anxiety! So I've been pretty thoughtful and kind of bummed out today.
Hugging Cree helps :}
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.
23/365
My best friend bought me these a couple of days ago. You tell these tiny dolls your worries, then put them under your pillow at night, and in the morning your worries will be gone.
Por qué te preocupas?...tiene que haber risa después del dolor
tiene que brillar el sol después de la lluvia.
Esas cosas siempre han sido asÃ...
asà que por qué te preocupas ahora ?
::::::::::::: Why worry ? - Dire Straits ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
We're having a really hard time on our first day of potty training. As I sat in the garden, with my head in my hands despairing that she's still going to be in pull-ups at age 21, she came up to me holding this flower and saying "don't worry, mummy".
She would not let me take a picture of her holding it, so here it is, perched on a little conifer in our garden.
Thanks to Lulu for the visual inspiration :)
Receiving a few messages from home and feeling rough, home is the only place where Josh wants to be.
It worries me sometimes that the public don't think we're real people with real lives, doing things every other Tom, Dick and Harry does for themselves or their families. Nobody shakes a stick at footballers who earn millions, and even the bankers and government get away with blaming us and other people when really they're the real scumbags, toying with money that isn't theirs. The papers might say otherwise, but it's true what I say: You don't know how the Underground really works unless you've lived it. Annie Mole can tell you all she wants, and yes I wont doubt the fact she knows a lot about the Underground, but there's something she can't seem to capture about (after all, she just blogs about the Underground; she doesn't work for the Underground) – the real essence of the lives of those who work to keep this tinpot railway going – real life on the job as we say. I want to try and capture it, or the stories at least, and perhaps the ones you don't really care about because because you're too busy listening to what the Evening Standard is telling you about us.
We always tell each other to enjoy the days off and the annual leave when we do get it, because we spend our hours at work willing the time away to the ends of our shifts. Before you know it, that time has been and gone Underground. All the old-timers always tell me that if the shift work doesn't get around to killing you, something else will. There are endless stories of people finally managing to retire, but then keeling over days later. Or getting cancer (as we breathe in a lot of crap doing all that time Underground – and half the stuff we come into contact with is carcinogenic, not counting the cigarettes people smoke).
In my second year on the job, I worked a lot with a bloke called Roger, but then he passed away. I'd worked with him on a Sunday afternoon. He kept telling me now and again that this job would be the death of him. He passed away early on the Tuesday morning. It was weird. Everybody turned up at his funeral in full-and-formal uniform. There was even an Underground roundel made from flowers. Lewisham Crematorium was packed out with about 50 members of staff that day.
It's horrible not knowing what day it is because you've been working all night or because you've set the alarm for 02:30 for the dead earlies. Everything's a blur. People come and people go. We see thousands of faces everyday. Some are kind and some are not, but sometimes they're all a blur too. Things change, but some things stay the same. The stories, the traditions, the practises and the heritage. All in a fraction of a second. All forgotten by the next day.
Time might seem slow for you when you're stuck on a train for whatever reason, but for us, it flies by. I was 18 when I started and I remember my first day out on the gateline like it was yesterday, but when I think about the fact I'll be turning 22 towards the end of this year, I find it so hard to make sense of it all.