The Picture Thread
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Enchantre
Oil Painter
There is a max on how many you can put in each post. I've seen people "get away" with back to backs when they've had more than that. However, it might be better to group by subject (?), and allow a day between postings? Just so we have more time to admire each set 
[this was entirely my opinion, I am NOT an authority]
I gotta add a photo.....
[this was entirely my opinion, I am NOT an authority]
I gotta add a photo.....
Havelock Vetenari
Patrician
The road to Hana on Maui is legendary and if you ever visit, I strongly urge you to drive it. Once you are there, you are faced with the choice of returning the way you came, or taking the daunting drive around the back of Haleakala. If you screw up the courage to keep driving clockwise, you'll pass through the most isolated part of Maui, but there are signs of civilization, such as this one. (Sorry for the pun. Not.)
This is the road sign for the Kaupo General Store and until last summer, it really was the last stop for 20 miles. (Someone set up a chili truck near the halfway point, not sure if it will last.) The alert among us will already have noted the interesting way the sign is written. The store itself is part museum, and among the things on display are several clocks of various vintages:
Anything striking about these clocks? (Sorry for the pun again. Not.)
The killer for me, however, is the sign behind the counter:
Edited to put the explanation in front of the first picture. Also, I should have mentioned that the store owner is female.
The killer for me, however, is the sign behind the counter:
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lwien
Well-Known Member
I gotta post this up one more time with the added text below that I recently stumbled across and written by Christa Black. Enjoy......
"I can’t stare at this picture without the corners of my mouth creeping upwards. (:
This little Mongolian girl in a simple dress, hanging out with her dirty pet camel on an ugly, brown, barren plane, appears to have more joy in her life than every person surrounding me at this posh Starbucks sipping their $5 lattes. I look around and see designer Gucci handbags and endless amounts of updated Mac products. I see $200 hair cuts and rows of expensive cars. But not one person around me, cushioned with the supposed security of our extravagant possessions, seems to possess a fraction of what this little girl has found.
We all look burdened. We all look serious. And we all look too mature to have a good, hearty laugh.
The difference between this exhuberent girl who appears to have less than I’ve ever had in my life and the somber spirit of the prosperity surrounding me can’t help but pose this question:
Is joy free, and if so, can I have a dose of it at any time?
I stop for a moment, laying aside the burden of bills, of broken relationships on the mend, of the uncertainty of the future.
What makes me smile? What brings me joy? What makes me laugh until my sides hurt?
Joy is really free, friends. You can’t buy it, you can’t perform for it, and you can’t work hard enough to grab it. It’s available to all of us, at any time…with only a few tiny tweaks in perspective."
xx, Christa
"I can’t stare at this picture without the corners of my mouth creeping upwards. (:
This little Mongolian girl in a simple dress, hanging out with her dirty pet camel on an ugly, brown, barren plane, appears to have more joy in her life than every person surrounding me at this posh Starbucks sipping their $5 lattes. I look around and see designer Gucci handbags and endless amounts of updated Mac products. I see $200 hair cuts and rows of expensive cars. But not one person around me, cushioned with the supposed security of our extravagant possessions, seems to possess a fraction of what this little girl has found.
We all look burdened. We all look serious. And we all look too mature to have a good, hearty laugh.
The difference between this exhuberent girl who appears to have less than I’ve ever had in my life and the somber spirit of the prosperity surrounding me can’t help but pose this question:
Is joy free, and if so, can I have a dose of it at any time?
I stop for a moment, laying aside the burden of bills, of broken relationships on the mend, of the uncertainty of the future.
What makes me smile? What brings me joy? What makes me laugh until my sides hurt?
Joy is really free, friends. You can’t buy it, you can’t perform for it, and you can’t work hard enough to grab it. It’s available to all of us, at any time…with only a few tiny tweaks in perspective."
xx, Christa
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Looks like it's always 4:20 in Hawaii.
My intention is to be in that store at 4:20 some afternoon, but it's tricky to time your drive for that. Last summer we were close, being late by about four minutes. It doesn't help that we normally do the drive on a Sunday and the store is closed on Sundays. Next summer I plan to get there earlier in the afternoon and spend time at an ancient church which is another two minutes down the road.
lwien
Well-Known Member
Check these shots out: http://www.cnn.com/2013/10/30/world/nikon-small-world-photo-contest/index.html?hpt=hp_c4
momofthegoons
vapor accessory addict
VaporsVaporizer
On the Stoop
Say My Name
NOT amused!
Nooky72
Dog Marley
That little speck in the distance is Brazilian surfer Carlos Burle, riding the storm surge off Nazaré, Portugal, a spot already notorious for big waves. Burle's might have been the biggest ever, but it wasn't even his biggest accomplishment of the day; He also saved a life.
Early reports from yesterday's competition have Burle's wave as high as 100 feet. Wave heights tend to be exaggerated, but even if you knock off a few feet, that would still shatter the current mark of 78 feet, caught by Garrett McNamara off the same Nazaré beach in 2011. McNamara was in attendance yesterday, but decided not to ride. "It was too big for me," he said. "I didn't feel safe."
Burle went for it. It was tough going. Though riders were being towed in by jet ski, Burle managed to catch only a single wave all day. It was a monster:
