I keep picturing that somewhere along the way, there’ll be a little fixture, like an emergency light, or a tiny sign, or some such, projecting from the ceiling of the tunnel.
It’s probably her mother whose hand she’s trying to hold, possibly a nanny, hiding under that carpet.
This was back in the mid-nineteenth century, when photography was still very slow.
Mostly you see babies in mid-Victorian so-called “hidden mother” photos, trying to keep the baby calm long enough for an exposure. But any child who couldn’t hold still might be photographed that way. Everyone would just pretend they couldn’t see the mother sitting there.
Oh well, it’s creepy, but not as creepy as the ones where they posed a dead child with the rest of the family, or just siblings, for a final memorial picture.
Dunno why you would say that… It’s beautiful work, and while Morticia did actually wear some nice gowns, she always wore all black, because it was her “happy color.”
A “herd” of cats ran across the road yesterday in front of the truck ahead of me. Missed ’em all. Even the tiny, tiny kitten that be-bopped across the tarmac without a care in the world.
About 2 miles south of me, there’s a side road to the next town, that parallels the freeway.
Most people go past on the freeway, but my street leads directly to the small road, so I often go that way.
There’s a tiny, narrow stretch of public park alongside it, fenced off from the city golf course beyond. But the tables and benches are pretty unusable, being taken over by passing wild ducks and geese, and covered in their souvenirs. The city only occasionally maintains it.
Often the traffic is stopped in both directions while a feathered Mom herds her little family across the road… depending on where she crosses and how young they are, sometimes having to push and prod each one up onto the curb. They make it obvious that they don’t like humans coming near to “help.”
It’s a small road, not a city street. Sometimes people take it thinking it’s a faster shortcut, cos they won’t have to get on the freeway…. but I’ve never seen anyone honking or acting annoyed about the the ducklings or goslings.
They make it look like a fully rounded 3D helmet, that you can actually wear. Hah!
I’ll bet it’s a flat cut-out, printed on that that stiff, transparent plastic they use for really cheap face shields, like they sold at the dollar store during the early part of the pandemic, but with a mirror finish on the outside.
You can see through that stuff from the other side. It’s thin, has sharp edges, and wants to roll up. If you’re lucky there’ll be a piece of skinny elastic string from side to side to go around the back, like a Halloween mask…. But no eye or mouth holes.
And they won’t even give you a gumball machine ring unless you spend another $1.02…. not 98¢, so you’ll have to buy two things, or something for $1.49, cos nothing is $1.02.
I had a friend whose border collie mix barked so loud and furiously at the mailpeople, the post office sent a notice refusing home delivery, due to a “dangerous condition”.
My friend argued, because the dog was inside the house… But he jumped against the door, running back and forth to the window, with such force they were afraid he’d break out.
My friend had to get a PO box… the dog has been gone for probably 15 or 20 years but I don’t think she’s ever applied to get home delivery back. We haven’t seen each other in years, kind of drifted apart, but until a few years ago I always sent a Christmas card to her PO box.
I received a couple of non-deliverable notices from the noise my bassets make when the front porch is approached – had to go to the post office to pick up my packages. Fortunately, the entire block was put on one of those centralized things where we all walk to and get our mail, and it has bins for packages too. Mostly. Some of the things I order won’t fit. By now, the “complainee” (fake word for whiner) doesn’t have my route anymore, and the new postal worker isn’t intimidated by dogs barking behind closed doors.
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Go, Tom Slick!
Faster than a speeding bullet!
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!
OK, that’s enough. I’m tired.
Excellent photo – it’s rare to catch a basset in full flight.
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Time to lower the height of the roadbed, just in case there will be bigger trucks in the future. Plan Ahea
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I keep picturing that somewhere along the way, there’ll be a little fixture, like an emergency light, or a tiny sign, or some such, projecting from the ceiling of the tunnel.
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This little girl looks very unhappy.
It’s probably her mother whose hand she’s trying to hold, possibly a nanny, hiding under that carpet.
This was back in the mid-nineteenth century, when photography was still very slow.
Mostly you see babies in mid-Victorian so-called “hidden mother” photos, trying to keep the baby calm long enough for an exposure. But any child who couldn’t hold still might be photographed that way. Everyone would just pretend they couldn’t see the mother sitting there.
Oh well, it’s creepy, but not as creepy as the ones where they posed a dead child with the rest of the family, or just siblings, for a final memorial picture.
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Wow!!!
Pretty girl, but they cut off her head!
And arms. But who’s counting.
Morticia Addams would wear something like that when grieving.
Dunno why you would say that… It’s beautiful work, and while Morticia did actually wear some nice gowns, she always wore all black, because it was her “happy color.”
Exactly my point.
I found a post from a small workshop, saying they make and sell these fantastic fabric pieces.
It’s all hand embroidered and beaded on silk mesh, ready to be attached to a garment or lining that you or a seamstress make, for a custom fit.
Looks like a chrysalis.
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I’ll bet a lot of kids re-enacted this with their toy cars.
“Can’t this thing go any faster!”
“I told you I wanted the V12…but no…”
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I can imagine the men in the crowd making bets on whether, and how fast, mother and kitten would cross the street.
A “herd” of cats ran across the road yesterday in front of the truck ahead of me. Missed ’em all. Even the tiny, tiny kitten that be-bopped across the tarmac without a care in the world.
You think this is slow… wait till she goes back for the other five kittens, one by one.
About 2 miles south of me, there’s a side road to the next town, that parallels the freeway.
Most people go past on the freeway, but my street leads directly to the small road, so I often go that way.
There’s a tiny, narrow stretch of public park alongside it, fenced off from the city golf course beyond. But the tables and benches are pretty unusable, being taken over by passing wild ducks and geese, and covered in their souvenirs. The city only occasionally maintains it.
Often the traffic is stopped in both directions while a feathered Mom herds her little family across the road… depending on where she crosses and how young they are, sometimes having to push and prod each one up onto the curb. They make it obvious that they don’t like humans coming near to “help.”
It’s a small road, not a city street. Sometimes people take it thinking it’s a faster shortcut, cos they won’t have to get on the freeway…. but I’ve never seen anyone honking or acting annoyed about the the ducklings or goslings.
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They make it look like a fully rounded 3D helmet, that you can actually wear. Hah!
I’ll bet it’s a flat cut-out, printed on that that stiff, transparent plastic they use for really cheap face shields, like they sold at the dollar store during the early part of the pandemic, but with a mirror finish on the outside.
You can see through that stuff from the other side. It’s thin, has sharp edges, and wants to roll up. If you’re lucky there’ll be a piece of skinny elastic string from side to side to go around the back, like a Halloween mask…. But no eye or mouth holes.
And they won’t even give you a gumball machine ring unless you spend another $1.02…. not 98¢, so you’ll have to buy two things, or something for $1.49, cos nothing is $1.02.
I remembering having a ring.
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I’ve seen references to Smokey’s Garage for most of my life. Kind of like Click and Clack, he could answer almost any puzzler.
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Hey, it’s a living, but the waits in between shows can get a bit tedious.
Is that Natalie Wood in a scene from Gypsy Rose Lee ?
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A cluster of bassets and one wannabe.
The bassets would say four wannabes.
I beg to differ. ALL bassets, except the two-leggers. That’s a Petit Basset Griffon Vendéen on the right side of the photo.
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I wonder how many blocks he could cover before refilling the tank?
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Agreed.
Tears. Been there too many times. Leaving the vet with an empty leash, and barely seeing the road through the tears.
On no. It’s starting again.
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Got it!
In the picture above this one.
So true.
And you actually receive your future mail without amplification.
I had a friend whose border collie mix barked so loud and furiously at the mailpeople, the post office sent a notice refusing home delivery, due to a “dangerous condition”.
My friend argued, because the dog was inside the house… But he jumped against the door, running back and forth to the window, with such force they were afraid he’d break out.
My friend had to get a PO box… the dog has been gone for probably 15 or 20 years but I don’t think she’s ever applied to get home delivery back. We haven’t seen each other in years, kind of drifted apart, but until a few years ago I always sent a Christmas card to her PO box.
I received a couple of non-deliverable notices from the noise my bassets make when the front porch is approached – had to go to the post office to pick up my packages. Fortunately, the entire block was put on one of those centralized things where we all walk to and get our mail, and it has bins for packages too. Mostly. Some of the things I order won’t fit. By now, the “complainee” (fake word for whiner) doesn’t have my route anymore, and the new postal worker isn’t intimidated by dogs barking behind closed doors.
‘From The Pages’, 2024 – Richard Ahnert (Canadian, no DOB listed) – Oil on canvas – 24 x 30 inches (61 x 76cm).
Of course it’s a cat…no one would have believed it had there been a basset instead.
Young Desert Cottontail, for Bunday.
Black-Capped Lory.
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