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This guys eye guards, which are the bottom tines, are growing a "bit" misdirected
especially his right one :-)
Mr Wrong playing with Petite and the Macho Boys opening for Steel Chains. Steel Chains played their last show last night as well.
The Postcard
A Comic Series postcard that was published in the late 1960's by Bamforth & Co. Ltd. of Holmfirth, Yorkshire.
The card, which has a divided back, was printed in England. The artwork was by Chas.
Bamforth & Co. (1870-1990)
James Bamforth began his career as a manufacturer of lantern slides. In 1890 he started production of illustrated song lyric slides that audiences could sing along to at shows. This quickly became his most popular selling item. In the years following, the Company became the largest producer of life model slides.
From this vast photo inventory Bamforth began to publish a variety of postcard types including comics, greetings, propaganda, real photos and views, but especially song sets, many of which were reproduced from lantern slide images.
Today they are best remembered for their series of saucy seaside postcards, which may have numbered close to a 100,000 different titles. While this series was begun in 1902, they did not become very popular until the 1930’s.
In 1906 Bamforth opened a New York Office at 35 West 21st. Street. By 1910 they had become a Limited company. The Company was sold to E. T. W. Dennis, but in 2000 the rights to their images were purchased by Ian Walker.
..c'è qualcosa di sbagliato in me
dal punto di vista chimico
qualcosa di sbagliato in me
naturalmente il mescolamento
sbagliato nei geni sbagliati
ho raggiunto il fine sbagliato
con i mezzi sbagliati
è stato un piano sbagliato
nelle mani sbagliate
con la teoria sbagliata
per l'uomo sbagliato
le bugie sbagliate
sulle vibrazioni sbagliate
le domande sbagliate
con le risposte sbagliate
sbagliato sbagliato.......
"Wrong" d.m.
Like in the military, days begin early on tiger tours.
Our flight was at five to seven, therefore to get up, meet up, travel to the (correct) terminal, check in, go through security, find the gate and board before quarter past seven, we had meet in the lobby at four, and up an hour earlier.
Which we managed.
We climbed on the bus with our luggage, drive 15 minutes to the wrong terminal and five more to the right one, then find which of the shiny new desks we had to check in at. And all before the first coffee of the day!
We got in line and handed over our bags, one by one, then made our way to security, where India has its own strict rules.
That took another half hour, then a ten minute walk to the gate, which had just started to board.
I grabbed a Coke to sup, to heal ease my achey back and legs, though in truth I was doing OK.
We all got on, for the 90 minute flight to Nagpur, through most of it I slept. Which was the best way.
The landing was dramatic and sideways, or felt like it, and if it were a test the pilot would have failed. But we were safe.
We went into the terminal, got our cases, and went outside to arrivals where our fixer was here, and lead us out into the morning sun and heat to a fleet of landcruisers to take us to our lodges outside the reserve.
Nagpur seemed a small city, though has a metro, and also has the usual mix of houses, rich and poor to barely standing.
Then out into the countryside, where the harvest had just been gathered, and the land is being ploughed, though some fields of cotton were still standing.
The journey had less horn tooting, but to make it more interesting, short stretches of motorway ended at towns, where there were junctions with no give way lines, no obvious priority, so was a tootin free for all.
Someone left their wallet at the service station: the call came over the drivers’ mobiles. It was Jools’s.
So we had to turn round and go back five miles to meet the manager, who after Jools described it, returned it, and took no reward.
That act saved our holiday.
Suddenly we turned off, down an Indian six foot sixer, which I can tell you is a scary thing. Across farmland, bridges barely standing, and dirt-poor villages whose inhabitants hardly marked our passing.
Passing traffic did so by playing a game of chicken as to who would drive off the pavement. It made for an interesting drive.
And then we swung off the road, though a gate and into a collection of buildings: our lodges.
We were met by the owner, made to feel welcome, then offered dinner. More buffet curry.
And then onto the main event, or the first of 17 main events, as that’s how many safaris there is going to be.
A fleet of converted jeeps arrives, with two rows of elevated seating behind the driver: Jools and I get in, and a guide gets in behind us.
We drive at breakneck speed, through a sometimes quiet village, to the gates of Tadoba National Park, where our credentials had been presented, and one of the limited slots given to us.
Our passports checked, we enter the park.
It is jungle, but not as we think of it. Dryer, but primitive, with access roads to parts, but others eft alone so not to disturb all the 91 tigers that live here.
We see two species of deer: barking and spotted, as well as birds. Though those you mostly hear.
It is blindingly hot, and with the heat and bouncing around on red dusty tracks, Jools soo felt ill, but soldiered on, as there was little choice.
We came across a troop of monkeys, who looked at us with the distain we deserved. I took shots.
We then joined about a dozen other vehicles at a watering hole, as this is where the tigers and cubs came to drink,
Most animals come here to drink.
A pack of wild dogs arrived, but were soon alarmed, a deer was barking out warnings that became more frequent, until a majestic male tiger was seen through the undergrowth.
Even tigers need a drink.
He came along a bank and out of the grass, right in front of me, paused, then walked on paw at a time into the water, and out the other side to see what the wild dog was barking about.
The dog yelped, and the tiger made two or three quick paces, and the dog fled, so the tiger relaxed. But clearly wasn’t happy with the fleet of jeeps and cameras recording his every move.
In time he crossed the road and went into the dense vegetation, so after a few minutes, we made to move off.
The back of a tiger’s ears look like huge eyes, and our guide spotted him laying down, so we stopped.
The tiger yawned, then got up and walked back to the pond before slowly moving off.
Most other jeeps moved off, but we stayed, as our guide had heard more warnings by the deers.
And sure enough, a lone female appeared, walked over the track and along the edge of the pond nearest us. She laid down, yawned, and surveyed her options.
The walked on, then backed into the water and lay down, taking the edge off the day’s heat.
We moved off. In truth the weather had changed No longer forty degrees and hot with it, clouds were building, and flashes of lightning were seen. A keen breeze appeared, knocking dried leaves from the trees above the track as we sped back to the entrance falling on us like snow.
Dust devils danced in front of us, and we thought we would get soaked.
The journey back took over an hour, with the weather getting worse minute by minute, but staying dry.
We reached the gate, dropped off our park guide who hadn’t guided us at all, and we sped back through the village to the camp.
WE all went back to our cabins for showers, and even after a good soaking, the white towels showed large amounts of orange dust still came out of our hair and pores.
Tired, but happy, we met at eight for supper of, you guessed it, buffet curry and salad. And beer.
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The Bengal tiger is a population of the Panthera tigris tigris subspecies and the nominate tiger subspecies. It ranks among the largest wild cats alive today. It is estimated to have been present in the Indian subcontinent since the Late Pleistocene for about 12,000 to 16,500 years. Its historical range covered the Indus River valley until the early 19th century, almost all of India, western Pakistan, southern Nepal, Bangladesh, Bhutan and southwestern China. Today, it inhabits India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, and southwestern China. It is threatened by poaching, habitat loss and habitat fragmentation.
As of 2022, the Bengal tiger population was estimated at 3,167–3,682 individuals in India, 316–355 individuals in Nepal, 131 individuals in Bhutan and around 114 individuals in Bangladesh.
Felis tigris was the scientific name used by Carl Linnaeus in 1758 for the tiger.[1] It was subordinated to the genus Panthera by Reginald Innes Pocock in 1929. Bengal is the traditional type locality of the species and the nominate subspecies Panthera tigris tigris.[2]
The validity of several tiger subspecies in continental Asia was questioned in 1999. Morphologically, tigers from different regions vary little, and gene flow between populations in those regions is considered to have been possible during the Pleistocene. Therefore, it was proposed to recognise only two subspecies as valid, namely P. t. tigris in mainland Asia, and P. t. sondaica in the Greater Sunda Islands and possibly in Sundaland.[3] The nominate subspecies P. t. tigris constitutes two clades: the northern clade comprises the Siberian and Caspian tiger populations, and the southern clade all remaining continental tiger populations.[4] The extinct and living tiger populations in continental Asia have been subsumed to P. t. tigris since the revision of felid taxonomy in 2017.
The Bengal tiger's coat is yellow to light orange, with stripes ranging from dark brown to black; the belly and the interior parts of the limbs are white, and the tail is orange with black rings. The white tiger is a recessive mutant, which is reported in the wild from time to time in Assam, Bengal, Bihar and especially in the former State of Rewa. However, it is not an occurrence of albinism. In fact, there is only one fully authenticated case of a true albino tiger, and none of black tigers, with the possible exception of one dead specimen examined in Chittagong in 1846.[9] Fourteen Bengal tiger skins in the collection of the Natural History Museum, London have 21–29 stripes.[3] Another recessive mutant is the golden tiger that has a pale golden fur with red-brown stripes.[10] The mutants are very rare in nature.[11]
The greatest skull length of a tiger is 351 mm (13.8 in) in males and 293 mm (11.5 in) in females.[12] It has exceptionally stout teeth. Its canines are 7.5 to 10 cm (3.0 to 3.9 in) long and thus the longest among all cats.[
The Bengal tiger ranks among the biggest wild cats alive today.[14] Males and female Bengal tigers in Panna Tiger Reserve reach a head-to-body length of 183–211 cm (72–83 in) and 164–193 cm (65–76 in) respectively, including a tail about 85–110 cm (33–43 in) long. Total length ranges from 283 to 311 cm (111 to 122 in) for male tigers and 255–285 cm (100–112 in) for female tigers.[15] They typically range from 90–110 cm (35–43 in) in shoulder height.
In the 20th century, Indian censuses of wild tigers relied on the individual identification of footprints known as pug marks – a method that has been criticised as deficient and inaccurate. Camera traps are now being used in many sites.[35]
Good tiger habitats in subtropical and temperate forests include the Tiger Conservation Units (TCUs) Manas-Namdapha. TCUs in tropical dry forest include Hazaribag Wildlife Sanctuary, Nagarjunsagar-Srisailam Tiger Reserve, Kanha-Indravati corridor, Orissa dry forests, Panna National Park, Melghat Tiger Reserve and Ratapani Tiger Reserve. The TCUs in tropical moist deciduous forest are probably some of the most productive habitats for tigers and their prey, and include Kaziranga-Meghalaya, Kanha-Pench, Simlipal and Indravati Tiger Reserves. The TCUs in tropical moist evergreen forests represent the less common tiger habitats, being largely limited to the upland areas and wetter parts of the Western Ghats, and include the tiger reserves of Periyar, Kalakad-Mundathurai, Bandipur and Parambikulam Wildlife Sanctuary.
Whoa! Just got this digital TV receiver with Finnish language pack pre-installed. All the words are indeed Finnish, but there's still something fishy with the text... ;-)
I know I live in Europe. I know that people here are much more comfortable in their skin then Americans tend to be. I know that really, it's a good thing.
I also know that there has to be a limit. And I think I have found (and photographed) it. Bikinis and Speedos are not a "right" but something you should really have to pass a physical test to earn.
I couldn't help but point them out to S though, and tell him that if we live in Europe too long that this couple could well be us later in life.
I had the chance to talk to this cyclist. She claimed she had nearly been knocked off her bike when using the proper route. When I tried to explain the danger she posed to cyclists coming their proper way, she claimed she was 'very careful'. When I suggested she would force cyclists to brake and possibly collide with her or the kerb, or be struck from behind by vehicles/other cyclists, she was dismissive. A danger to be repeated, I suspect.
That mask is not to disguise her -- she readily removed it to talk, but I won't publish that shot unless you need to sue her for past or future damage.
Is there something wrong with this picture? It's been viewed more times than many of my other photos and it doesn't have a single comment? I'm just curious as to why it'be been viewed so many times, and yet nobody has said anything about it.
I like all of the lines in this picture...the horizontal and vertical lines from the chair slats, the lines from the deck railing, the lines from the deck, the lines from the shadow of the deck railing, the lines from the shadows on the slats of the chairs...so many lines.
in my head, sprinkles are brighter coloured, so while waiting for the clay to arrive i made these...and when the clay finally arrived i checked the pic again and OOPS WRONG COLOURS -_-"
i'm an idiot.
Seen running wrong line alongside Marine Parade, Dawlish on 4th September 2021 is class 166 unit 166208 working 2T27, the 16:56 GWR service from Exmouth to Paignton.
The reason it was wrong line was because 1V58, the Cross Country service from Glasgow Central was late running and so the powers that be used this method to get the service in front of the slower GWR one.
There's five 91-route-branded Enviro200s to cover the PVR of 5 on the 91.
Today, four of them(!) were on the wrong routes, which also happened on Monday.
This is 4017 (GN58 BUA) on the 28, in Woodbridge Road. It then went onto the 3.
What a bicycle would look like if the hilariously wrong Amazon listing for www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00HPKVVBK/ref=pd_lpo_sbs_dp_ss... was accurate instead of an Amazonification.
Their train was late.
Usually I'm the only one so interested in Amtrak passing. Maybe they thought it was going to be their train, and they were all on the wrong side.
This sign is for people who have just crossed the Astoria Bridge and entered Washington from Oregon. We were going the other way.
"I'm a patriot, but I can't be bothered to check if I hung up the flag correctly."
August is the time of the year, when Singaporeans are encouraged to hang out their National flags as a show of patriotism.
This boat seems to be lost!
Yes, M/V Tan Behong5 a Vietnam registry cargo vessel got drifted towards the R.T.Lim Boulevard sea wall, this is the result of the big waves from the typhoon Ondoy that swept the country, bringing great damage to the country's capital cities in collateral and economic damages. ( Check the internet for more details.)
By the way, this incidence has made the boat an instant attraction! Paisanos from different parts of the city have dropped by, shoot some pixs and made the boat as their backdrop! And me included....
With main 1 out of service, MPRSS heads north on number 2. Heavy rain and a nice grade has these units running hard and sand is flowing flawlessly.
© Tyler T. Pirelli - 2012
The original hole was too small for the Rockler feet so I had to bore it out. It was a simple enough job and well worth it to have the ability to stabilize the saw.
"You're looking high, you're looking low
You got something on your mind
Did someone give you bad directions?
Where you in the wrong place at the wrong time?
They found a body in the river
They found a note left in the sand
"Leave my worries to the water
And leave my body to the land"
- Dr. Dog
Imagine that you are designing advertisement posters (for a jazz school in this case) that will be posted everywhere in a big city (Munich in this case). One of bits of information on these posters is that courses at that school start in September 2007. And of course you also put your name on the posters for some publicity.
One year later, they want to advertise again, so they take your design again and send it to the print shop. (Or maybe they ask you, and you send it to the print shop.)
A few days later, the posters are ready. Someone notices that they still say “September 2007”. No big deal, they just fire up Microsoft Word, type “2008” a few times, format it in 72pt bold type, print it out a few hundred times, cut the numbers apart and stick them onto the posters.
Well, and your name is still on those posters, along with the “sponsered” typo from last year. Damn.
(I don’t know if this is exactly what happened, but I can’t really imagine how it could be otherwise.)