Was discussing with a friend in bmails, the economy and how things were in the past and this poem bubbled up! lol Amazing the way style goes around! I wonder if the next gen of kids want everything neat as a pin & no second hand clothes again! – I’ll let you know when mine tell me! lol Chookas! ♥
Well what can i say! / I get scared during thunder storms / Now when theres lightning im glued to the window / But thunder all on its own accompanied by hail and gusts of wind that sound like itll tear the roof off, i duck for cover anywhere i can! Me and my rag doll dog, Lucky. She keeps me sane :) Featured: Earth Keepers – 20th June 09 Remember when – 19th October 2009
A little girl needed much more than a new shiney bike for her birthday.
When this area was first farmed, it was with teams of heavy horses. I’m sure those early farmers would have never dreamed that aeroplanes would be spreading the fertilisers over the crops – fertilisers that came out of a bag from a factory and not from the animals…... / My memories don’t take me back to those days, but I do still remember horses pulling delivery carts…..back when food was delivered to the door….the butcher, the baker, the grocer….back when food actually tasted wholesome…..
Canon 400D Hand held HRD and processed with photomatix and Draganiser. The Historic Dickabram Bridge stands 23m (70 feet) above the winding Mary River at Miva. This famous bridge, built by Mc Dermott and Owen, was completed on June 1, 1886. The bridge is just over 200m in length and is the only rail and road bridge built to its design in Queensland. The word Dickabram is Aboriginal for a type of yam that grew along the river flats there. / The cost of the bridge was $28,165.83 and there were at least three deaths during construction, the most sensational was the one when a man wheeling a barrow load of cement to tip into one of the four big steel cylinders must have wheeled his barrow over the edge, and he and his barrow fell into the wet cement. / A flood in 1893 is the only one that has risen over the decking. The bridge went a metre (3 foot) under. In 1955, when the river rose more than 22.6m (68feet) , water was splashing through the decking.
BW photograph, portrait on Ilford developing paper / young girl about ten years old , head shot / Black and white film / My daughter Tanya when she was about 12 years old .She recently turned 32…..She is my only daughter…she was a busy toddler, a strait A student, a wild teenager, a beautiful young lady, she is strong and has a good heart. loves people, loves animals, She falls hard, has had her share of pain, she has been successful , she has been a bride, has learned from her mistakes, has had some good and bad relationships, .she has yet to become a mother, still trying to figure out life, has been happy and dissapointed, she has a future a head of her..She is very loved / Featured In / Older Kids 8-16 / Black ad White Film / Strictly Humane Faces / The Waist Up / Placed in Top 10 Challenge (Kids in Black and White)
“Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made. ” ~Roger Caras I’ve come to realize over time that many people simply do not understand how anyone can form a true and loving bond with an animal. Being me, I simply can’t understand how you could not be grateful for such an amazing gift. I consider myself lucky that so many animals have befriended me over the years, but none of these connections are quite like the dogs in my life. There is something about their willingness to give themselves heart and soul to you; so trusting, so generous in their love and loyalty. Dogs speak to me with their eyes and gestures of a love, faith and devotion so strong that it awes me… This particular canine friend has seen me through some of the darkest days I’ve experienced. Her favorite spot is curled against my legs, warming my feet, and I instantly feel better for having her silent company. My husband once said, “If Rogue could speak Human, she would sing songs about you.” I looked down at her loving brown eyes and smiled… “That’s fair.” I said, “If I could speak her language, I’d sing songs about her too.” Her happily thumping tail assured me that she understood exactly what I was saying. Here is my beloved Rogue waiting at the gate for me during one of our long rambles through the no leash area at Mingo Creek County Park in Pennsylvania, Spring 2009.
Bangkok, Thailand scariest ride of my life _Charlie as he called himself began our cab ride with little attention being paid to the road. Not very talkative except with himself. Charlie as he called himself began having full conversations with Charlie (took me a while to see he didn’t have a blue tooth or anything). Charlie was compulsively playing with the stickshift, clearly having trouble sitting still. My friend riding in the front seat used his favorite and only thai saying THUMB DEE DI DEE – do good and recieve good – which Charlie really liked. Charlie repeated the saying about ten times. From this point on he included us in his conversation. Still Charlie paid little attention to the road. Singing a song, which we could not identify, Charlie got frustrated by our lack of comprehension. In a final act of desperation, he pulls out a CD, throws it in the player and sure enough it is “Country Road” by his favorite John Denver. The singing along was full-out concert style and still little attention was being paid to the road. Once the song was done, He began telling us about his love for John Denver. Charlie continued to laugh about the Karmic saying THUMB DEE DI DEE (the only Thai we know) and he told us it was a message from god, that he had not talked to god, but it was a message from god. “I am not god”, says Charlie, “god says this to me, I don’t know god, I mean, god talks to me, I am not god”. We assured him that we trusted his judgement that he wasn’t god. Charlie continues to pay little attention to the road and seems to be in an introspective debate as to whether he is god or not. Charlie’s whole cab is pasted with pictures of the King, the Queen, models of his liking, advertisements, and other clippings. On his window he has written many things, and his cab is dirty. This whole cab ride (30 minutes) he has not stopped talking (in the beginning to himself and in the end with us involved). Magically, having never paid any attention to the road Charlie managed to get us to our place just fine. Before getting out, I captured this shot with Charlie’s permission. Canon EOS Rebel XT, Tokina 11-16mm
The Port Arthur Historic Site today contains many traces of its former uses, including the 19th century prison and the later free township of Carnarvon/Port Arthur. The conservation of this rich and evocative landscape, as well as the associated archival resources, is an ongoing challenge. / / Protection for some of the ruins began as early as 1916, when the old penal station became one of Australia’s earliest gazetted historic site, administered by the Scenery Preservation Board. Over the next 50 years former convict buildings were reacquired from private ownership by the Tasmanian government, and vital restoration works carried out. / / By the 1970s, with the site under the management of the National Parks and Wildlife Service, concerted efforts were made to conserve some of the more significant convict buildings, culminating in a major program of redevelopment and conservation works between 1979-1986. In 1987 custody of the historic site was vested in the Port Arthur Historic Site Management Authority (PAHSMA), which still manages the site today. The work of the Authority involves conserving and interpreting the evidence for the various historical periods that have created the Port Arthur of today. The challenge of making the site accessible to over 200,000 visitors that visit annually while protecting its fragile fabric provides particular challenges. Technique :HDR tone mapping, 5 exposures , photomatix / Equipment: Nikon D70 , Tripod 18-200 lens / /
As a child, I had an active imagination. See? Nothing has changed much in that area. :o) I would see things in the mists or shadows. My father would willingly stop along a road or a pass to check out what I thought I saw. I think just to find out for his own curiousity more than anything else. Many times, I would see brushes in the coming snowstorm and think they were coyotes or wolves howling. Or a small dog along the road, that turned out to be a small red fox. This is one of the images in my head that came to life when I saw a fractal image that had to be transformed. :o) Created in Incendia for the brush and maybe wolves (?) in front. Photoshop for the painting of the snow, ice, snow clouds rolling in from the mountains. Contrast and Saturation for a small amount of color.
Just another day in paradise !…I guess wifey will have to drive on that particular occasion LOL :-)
A day in Carrickfergus ….. NI ….. (paradise)!
I remember as a kid, visiting my grandparents in the South. Being from Wyoming, I loved seeing the fireflies come out at night. My uncle was only four years older than I was so we would have great fun chasing and capturing the fireflies in a jar. Created in Incendia using a photo taken by a friend and made to look like an evening sky in Photoshop before using it as a background.
Heart Reef © Vicki Ferrari A scan of an original print, taken using a Minolta SLR, back in the early 1990’s. / Heart Reef is located north of Hamilton Island, on the Great Barrier Reef, in North Queensland, Australia. It was named Heart Reef because, and obviously, it looks like a heart! / This photograph was taken from one of my regular chopper rides up on the island. I never got sick of flying in choppers, or seeing the amazing reef from the air! When you are at the Whitsundays, well worth visiting the Reef by helicopter! The view is amazing! Vicki Ferrari Purchase Card / Purchase Laminated Print / / Purchase Mounted Print / / Purchase Framed Print / / Uploaded 21st May 2009
The scent of lavender. Old lace handkerchiefs. An old string of pearls. A lady of age has passed and this is all that is left. This and the memories her family has of her. Maybe this is all just a dream. Created in Apophysis 3D Hack. Postwork in Photoshop with flood filter, lighting filters, saturation and contrast.
This shot of a steam pressure gauge was taken in the engine room of the sternwheeler (paddle steamer) S.S. Klondike, which is now a static tourist attraction in Whitehorse, capital of Canada’s Yukon. I actually had two cameras with me, with both my lenses, but chose to use the longer of the two lenses for this shot, because depth of field was so important to the way I visualised the image. The light wasn’t great. It was murky and raining, and this shot was taken in the mid-section of the interior of the historic vessel. That’s precisely why I shot it from side-on, rather than standing directly in front of it and obscuring what little light there was. The Klondike played a crucial part in transportation and re-supply during the gold rush and was a symbol of the subsequent prosperity in the province. I can only imagine how many crew members in the course of the vessel’s operational life must have trained their eyes on this gauge, to make sure their wood-burning ship was operating within the correct parameters. I do not crop, enhance or post-edit my images in any way. Shot with a Pentax K200D, using a Sigma 70-300mm lens. F4.5, 1/90 sec, ISO 400, focal length 170mm. Featured by my co-host in PASSONATE ABOUT VINTAGE, November 2009. Canada08-S.S.Klondike-27Aug-7535
In the town where I grew up, and where many of us were born. From across Russell Street, Ironton, Missouri. Conte pencil (similar to charcoal), on laid-pattern charcoal paper, 8.5” x 11”.
Flagstaff Hill is an interactive Maritime Village and Museum that takes visitors on a rich journey of discovery through an early Australian coastal fishing port. Built around the State Heritage listed Lady Bay Lighthouse precinct, overlooking Lady Bay Warrnambool, Victoria, Flagstaff Hill holds the richest collection of Shipwreck artefacts in Australia. Scattered throughout the Flagstaff Hill Maritime Village are a range of trades that supported the rich maritime heritage of the late 1800’s. Guests are initially taken on audio visual journey from England to Melbourne, typical of the vast fleets of immigration and trade ships that passed the Australian shores through the boom period of 1850 – 1900. Guests then enter the Great Circle Gallery to explore the vast historical artefacts and dramatic human stories linked to the maritime heritage of the Great Ocean Road. The Flagstaff Hill Maritime Village contains a working port with typical dwellings of the period; a bank, doctor’s surgery, church, foundry, newspaper office, jail, slipway, Steam Packet Inn, school, ship chandlers and sail makers loft. Why not climb aboard the boats in the village’s port and see the trout being fed from the wharf. Set on 10 acres of land overlooking Warrnambool’s beautiful Lady Bay, the site also features an original fully operational lighthouse and lighthouse keeper’s cottage built in 1859 along with several fortifications that were added some two decades later.
This is an emotional piece for me… lot’s going on in my life… some good, some bad… but this song is in my head all the time. (J.Mercer, E.Marnay, M.Legrand & E.Barclay) Once upon a summertime if you recall / We stopped beside then in a flower stall / A bunch of bright forget-me-nots / Was all I let you buy me / Once upon a summertime just like today / We laughed the happy afternoon away / And stole a kiss in every street cafe / You were sweeter than the blossom on the tree / I was as proud as any girl could be / As if the major had offered me the key, the key to Paris / Now another wintertime has come and gone / The pigeons feeding in the square have flown / But I remember when the vespers chime / You loved me once upon a summertime / Tous les lilas, tous les lilas de mai / N’en finiront, n’en finiront jamais / De faire la fete du coeur / Des jeunes qui s’aiment / S’aiment, s’aiment / Now another wintertime has come and gone / The pigeons feeding in the square have flown / But I remember when the vespers chime / You loved me once upon a summertime…
this is a tin-type photo, that i have restored using photoshop… and every trick in the book!!
this girl just captured my attention…. i don’t know who she is or anything about her. i just think she is a real beauty… and something about her looks very sad… i imagine it would be very easy to write a story about her.
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