First, you thank dog that you are not closer to what you are witnessing. Then, after you see how quickly it spreads out, you wonder if you are still too close. Shortly after that, unless you actually see the debris cloud stop spreading, you start back down in a direction opposite the cloud.
Wow…. I found out that this is actually the eruption of Mount St. Helens, in Washington, in May of 1980…. 45 years ago.
The woman is Suzanne Christiansen, who just happened to be hiking with her husband, John Christiansen, on Mount Adams, 35 miles away…. just outside the 20 mile radius that became a danger zone… when they witnessed it.
He took the pictures, which were published in National Geographic.
She was an artist, and afterward made some pottery to commemorate the event, using ash from the volcano in the glaze.
Her niece posted this info a few years ago, in the comment section for the photo on someone’s Facebook page… along with this picture of one of the dishes, which her aunt had given her.
But if you look at it just right… which, to be honest, in my case usually means any old way… it looks like a skinny elephant, holding a tree in its trunk.
Well… when I searched for the photo, I found a link to where it’s posted on the Macy’s site, in the section about the history of their Thanksgiving parade, with pictures from every year.
That’s where I got 1988. Pretty sure they didn’t have a website yet in 1988, but probably did by maybe the early 2000s. I’d think whenever they put it together, the pictures came from their own archives, before AI.
Giant character balloons are never going to look natural in any year!
“May 12, 1941 – A two-car “L” train slams into a bumper on the dead-end tracks of the Market stub at the Madison Street-Wacker Drive station. It runs over a platform, and finally comes to a stop with its front end dangling precariously over the street 50 feet below.
Fortunately, there are NO passengers on board the train. The motorman says the brakes didn’t hold as he tried to stop at the station.”
So, basically, it was an empty train trying to end its run on a dead-end stub of track.
And nothing goes anywhere from Start either, unless the outside edges are cut off and we were originally supposed to keep zigzagging around a couple more times… and to me, that’s too tedious anyway.
Wow. That has to be exhilarating and intense to land that trick the first time. Wonder how many failures it took to get here.
Liverlips McCracken
Guest
3 months ago
Here we go. Eight cats (down from nine) against our heroes, Batbasset and Sparrow. Should be some good old-fashioned straight right hands to the face. Sadly there should also be some biting, but what else can you expect from cats? Dueling at dawn? NOT!
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“Hi, I’m an apteryx, a flightless bird with furry feathers…”
I’m getting a strong sense of deja-vu here, as I say this: Nice shout-out to B.C., the comic.
I wouldn’t want to… um .. you know…. well…. the thing is… apteryxeseses have these looong beaks and skinny legs…
and THIS particular … apteryx… is short and cuddly, and for some reason, looks almost exactly like… a… um… downy baby Emporer Penguin chick.
Isn’t that odd.
But Apteryx is literally a “wingless bird.” Close enough for the company I keep…
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Opus is flightless, not wingless.
One wingy-dingy, two wingy-dingy
BTW… Just what kind of company do you keep?
Looks like he’s asleep. 🙂
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Looks about right for the coast.
I would hazard a guess that the winds here are pretty much unidirectional.
Only the strong ones.
Our nice warm summer breezes blow the other way. Just not at the same speed.
Maybe… umm.. along that stretch there aren’t enough trees to go around, so each spot just gets half a tree.
Yeah, that could be the……
Okay… maybe not.
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Traveling with only the bare necessities.
If i can’t bring my dog i’m not going. 😀
Or maybe the dog is saying “Hell no, you ain’t going nowhere.”
“Not without me, daddy.”
OMG – that one looks so much like Dexter! I miss that hound so much.
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BOOM!
First, you thank dog that you are not closer to what you are witnessing. Then, after you see how quickly it spreads out, you wonder if you are still too close. Shortly after that, unless you actually see the debris cloud stop spreading, you start back down in a direction opposite the cloud.
Wow…. I found out that this is actually the eruption of Mount St. Helens, in Washington, in May of 1980…. 45 years ago.
The woman is Suzanne Christiansen, who just happened to be hiking with her husband, John Christiansen, on Mount Adams, 35 miles away…. just outside the 20 mile radius that became a danger zone… when they witnessed it.
He took the pictures, which were published in National Geographic.
She was an artist, and afterward made some pottery to commemorate the event, using ash from the volcano in the glaze.
Her niece posted this info a few years ago, in the comment section for the photo on someone’s Facebook page… along with this picture of one of the dishes, which her aunt had given her.
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I couldn’t find much info…
But if you look at it just right… which, to be honest, in my case usually means any old way… it looks like a skinny elephant, holding a tree in its trunk.
Now i can’t un-see that. 😀
Me either.
As the twig is bent….
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1988.
I’ve never been there. Maybe it’s real, but this looks too AI-ish.
Well… when I searched for the photo, I found a link to where it’s posted on the Macy’s site, in the section about the history of their Thanksgiving parade, with pictures from every year.
That’s where I got 1988. Pretty sure they didn’t have a website yet in 1988, but probably did by maybe the early 2000s. I’d think whenever they put it together, the pictures came from their own archives, before AI.
Giant character balloons are never going to look natural in any year!
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Nope.
Those look like a couple of healthy specimens.
I am also prepared to sign an affidavit affirming that that is not my arm and hand.
Methinks thou dost protest too much.
I mean… I’m sure it didn’t occur to anyone that it was your arm and hand…. until now.
Anything you care to confess?
I will have nothing more to say without my attorney present.
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One of the more memorable ways to “Leave this station…”
I guess the folks on that train got a little more express than they were expecting.
From a historical photos Facebook group….
“May 12, 1941 – A two-car “L” train slams into a bumper on the dead-end tracks of the Market stub at the Madison Street-Wacker Drive station. It runs over a platform, and finally comes to a stop with its front end dangling precariously over the street 50 feet below.
Fortunately, there are NO passengers on board the train. The motorman says the brakes didn’t hold as he tried to stop at the station.”
So, basically, it was an empty train trying to end its run on a dead-end stub of track.
Kind of like a pilot. Any landing you can walk away from….
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“Do I detect the presence of cheese?”
Gotta pay the cheese tax!
Someone loves his dog.
That’s cute.
Buddy and Fawn both.
She’s not a dainty eater when cheese is there.
Hah! Nope. My dogs would have been there at the crack of the refrigerator door.
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Definitely a brain teaser…
Following it in the reverse direction puts the only path into the lower right corner. There’s got to be more than shown.
I found the same.
And nothing goes anywhere from Start either, unless the outside edges are cut off and we were originally supposed to keep zigzagging around a couple more times… and to me, that’s too tedious anyway.
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What a cathatrophy!
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“Cooler King” gets caught up in his work…
That has to really “bite the big one.”
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“Any landing you walk away from…”
I could be wrong, but I thought he did exactly what he was trying to do, and landed perfectly.
I thought he was complaining because he blew the landing.
Wow. That has to be exhilarating and intense to land that trick the first time. Wonder how many failures it took to get here.
Here we go. Eight cats (down from nine) against our heroes, Batbasset and Sparrow. Should be some good old-fashioned straight right hands to the face. Sadly there should also be some biting, but what else can you expect from cats? Dueling at dawn? NOT!
That’s Frances Gumm in the middle, not sure about the others…
Lincoln’s Sparrow.
Give it back!
From today’s London “Daily Mail.”
Hank Ballard’s banned song.