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About SJPONeill

Retired(ish) and living on the side of a mountain. I love reading and writing, pottering around with DIY in the garden and the kitchen, watching movies and building models from plastic and paper...I have two awesome daughters, two awesome grand-daughters and two awesome big dogs...lots of awesomeness around me...

“…the scariest things ever…”

Caron Eastgate Dann pens the most recent blog that I have started following…I didn’t spend much time online over the weekend – not necessarily a bad thing – as youngest daughter came to visit for the first time in a few months…

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…but I do have to occasionally check the (e)mail for booking requests for the Chalet Raurimu, especially since it is ski season and the weather is so damn good at the moment.  Caron’s weekend post I, Robot or, “Danger, Will Robinson! “Exterminate! EXTERMINATE!) made me laugh out loud: it was so close to my own memories…

When I was a kid, robots were all the rage. Before the digital age, before the time of personal computers, they had a kind of mystique about them.

This was encouraged by the romanticisation of robots on screen as either heroes or villains. The loyal bodyguard-type robot in the 1960s series Lost in Space, which I saw in endless repeats in the 1970s, was endearing and long-suffering, as Dr Smith referred to him variously as a “Neanderthal ninny”, a “blithering booby”, a “nickel-plated Nincompoop”, a “tintinnabulating tin can” and many more sensational insults….

…so near my own experiences, it was scary…I too was terrified by Doctor Who and Lost In Space…Dr Smith was soooo despicably evil – quite the counter-role model for primary school me…last year, I found LIS Season 1 in the bargain bin at The Warewhare: for a price I couldn’t walk away from and so I grabbed it, enjoyed it and the next time I was in civilisation I was searching the bins for Seasons 2 and 3 – still no joy on Season 2 which is apparently quite elusive – but Season 3 kept me off the streets during the rainy part of last summer. I can switch off any disbelief or even incredulity at the sheer hammishness of the dress-up monster and alien costumes or the flatness of the characters and plotlines and just enjoy it as a new phrase I heard last week, just enjoy it as “…brain candy…”

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My own specific terrifiers were more the Abominable Snowmen (but I tried to find a suitable scary pic but now they just look like walking furry bean bags) and the Cybermen who have so far survived their First Contact with the uber-franchised new Doctor Who…I was more a child of the second and third doctors and the Daleks really made their initial play for power against the original Doctor. That notwithstanding though, I was sufficiently aware of the Dalek evil to have the stuffing scared out of me one afternoon exploring the darker confines of the Oamaru Squash Club and running headlong into a five-foot tall metal badminton shuttle which in the shadows to a six or seven year old liked exactly like guess what!!

My earliest scary memories are of Stingray, which must have been about 1967ish – definitely before I started school…not so scary now but good still entertainment…

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…and from a few years later, Forbidden Planet when it screened as the Sunday afternoon movie – what were you programming people thinking?!!! The whole idea of an invisible monster that could creep stealthily up stairs – our house had stairs – and slay whoever it liked stuck with me as the most scariest ever movie til I saw Halloween (the original not the rehashed copies) around 1980…I used to carefully check our internal stairs for any signs that might indicate an Id monster on the loose in Oamaru…

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Like Caron, I also did not get to see 2001 until sometime in the early 80s – having read the books a number of times, I must admit to being rather underwhelmed by the movie and more so by its sequel…for me the 2001 legacy is not much more than “open the pod bay doors” and some cool additions to the archives of cool spaceships with the Discovery, Moonbus, Aries 1B and Space Clipper all being wannabe builds I never got to – all bar the Space Clipper are now Uhu02 designs so I may finally get to build them…

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…and, as I may have mentioned before, I am bitterly disappointed that all those 1960s and ’70s predictions of flying highways and moonbases and jetpacks and, yes, robots, especially robots that are our friends (but not nerdy like C3PO)…curse you, George Jetson and Gerry Anderson and…and…and you other predicting type people…!

I don’t remember having any robot toys but I do love the retro look of these toys – of many toys from this era – I was lucky that my parents kept all of my toys (those that survived three younger siblings) and – one day – I plan on restoring them all, purely for my own satisfaction. Many of these are 40+ years old now and some have had quite a beating: I’m looking forward to new technologies like 3D printing allowing me to just ‘print’ out a new set of hooks for Matchbox 1972 #74 Tow Joe, or a new deck cover (I still remember when the original was broken) for #61 Alvis Stalwart (no year listed so I’ll have to be careful that I don’t get parts for what ever #61 became as Matchbox used to rollover the catalogue numbers)…

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Caron is right when she says that even the box for her brother’s robot toy would be valuable today… I misread  what she wrote and thought that the photo was the surviving memory of the robot but on checking it now, her mum is also a non-tossing mum and the robot lives. It would probably be worth quite a bit now as there are not that many toy survivors from that era but I don’t think that any amount of money could outweigh the memories that particular toy carries…that why I so glad my  mum saved mine: regardless of their actual or potential worth, they are valuable links for me to the younger me that believed in flying cars and moonbases…

So although I never had any, I still like the retro robot toys – not so much that I am likely to buy any of the repopped modern imitations – but enough that I will, in the fullness of time, build some of the paper model reproductions of these toys as they have a retro appeal in their own right…

ipmc 2013This little guy was designed specifically for this year’s International Paper Modelling Convention – each year there is a simple downloadable model – and by clicking on him, you can learn more about the convention next month and even download him and his buddies…we’re all kids at heart deep down inside somewhere…have a little fun…try it with the kids or grandkids: they’ll get hours of enjoyment watching mum, dad, poppa or nana playing with sharp knives and superglue…

So today’s meander from Supermarionation, 50s science-fiction, BBC, retro robot toys, paper models and moonbases has been inspired by The Crayon Files – please check it out, even if only to learn why its called The Crayon Files….

Afterthought note thingie – I just zipped over to Caron’s homepage to grab its URL and noticed that her home page introduction concludes “...“Actually, it’s fine,” he said. “Not everything old has to be thrown away”....” Nothing could be more right…

Weekly Writing Challenge: Miley and the Five Thoughts

Weekly Writing Challenge: Mind the Gap | The Daily Post.

Our blogs are platforms from which we share our experiences and opinions views. For Mind the Gapchallenges, we want to hear what you think about a divisive issue. Each challenge includes a poll where you can cast your vote along with fellow Daily Post participants. After you vote, expand the topic in a blog post. Be sure to visit other participants’ posts to get some healthy discussion going.

This week’s challenge

“…Miley Cyrus, the 20-year-old singer who began her career as squeaky-clean star of the Hannah Montana television series, seems to have ditched that goody two-shoes image for good with her recent Video Music Awards (VMAs) performance. Cyrus performed with Robin Thicke wearing a nude bikini, made suggestive overtures to a foam finger, and caused legions to break down and Google twerking. Did Miley’s performance cross the line, are we making too much of it, or are we missing a chance to have a more important conversation about race and sex? You be the judge….”

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Well, to be honest, the music awards or almost any other similar bloated over-hyped form of ‘entertainment’ are not something that I would go out of my way to watch so long as I still had a good supply of pointed sticks to push into my eyes…but, yes, when this challenge came up, I did go and look at the clip in question online…

My first thought was that she needs to get a decent tailor and not some refugee from the Para Rubber cutting room: I mean the damn thing doesn’t even fit properly and looks more like a 1930s attempt at a incontinence nappy. If the intent was for Ms Cyrus to given the impression of being naked or close to it, then she could have gone a lot further and then, only then, perhaps have justified some of the massive outpouring of shock/horror…

My second thought was that this is all business and Ms Cyrus is an adult – if the measure of success for this exhibition was hits on various websites and possibility consequent sales of sponsors’ products, the I would assume that this diversion was wildly successful.

Thirdly I was reminded of Paul Henry’s comment, I think in response to yet another surge of Kiwi outrage over something not doubt important to those with nothing better to worry about, that ‘the people’ today seem to think that they have a moral right to be outraged.

Being on a roll with this thinking thing this afternoon, thought #4 was that all these extravaganzas are so hideously scripted and controlled that there was no way – perhaps unlike the accidental Jackson boob at the Super Bowl – that the producers and organisers of the award show – can’t really call it a ceremony after Ms Cyrus’ display – were not totally in on this from the start and thus if any one is to be held responsible, it is they…

And finally, the big missed opportunity…my fifth thought was that President Obama missed a major opportunity here: while Ms Cyrus was gyrating around the stage holding onto herself (maybe she had just over-hydrated and need ‘to go’?) he could have nuked Syria, sunk the Russian fleet (such as it is – remove the shiny paint and there’d be nothing to hold the rust together), bonked half the Senate and no one would have even whimpered…now he can’t even justify lobbing a few time-expiring missiles into another sovereign nation…

Ooops, one more thought for the Weekly Writing Challenge people: “…wearing a nude bikini…” Huh? Isn’t that just a teeny-weeny bit (clearly not polka dot) oxymoronic? She is either nude or wearing a bikini – I don’t think that you can have it both ways…

The bottom line is that the world will not end because Miley Cyrus grew up…all I want to know now is whether I can use ‘twerk’ in Scrabble…?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus | The Daily Post

Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus | The Daily Post.

This is one of those serendipitous challenges – I’d just dumped the ashcan onto our mini land fill around the new water tank when I noticed the drops of water suspended off the branches of this apple tree (at least I think it’s an apple tree – it didn’t give me any clues last summer)…

My camera is a small but handy Fuji which fits in a pocket but on examination (short of reading the instructions) I couldn’t see any way to manually adjust the f-stop and exposure settings beyond the preset options. I did want a shallow depth of focus and not deep shot where the background would distract from the rain drops…I got this using the macro setting and it look’s OK but not as good as a true manual…

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DSCF7149It was the same here…this is the magnolia closest to the house, all set to bud for the spring (clearly it has read the script) in stark contract to the one below which is still trying to decide – after three snows – whether it is really Autumn/Winter yet or if Summer’s just kidding around with all this frost and rain…

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Then I walked back inside – you were waiting for the serendipitous bit, yeah? – and there was this challenge for Focus – just too me a while to get it together, that’s all…

Weekly Photo Challenge: An Unusual POV | The Daily Post

“Unusual. In this week’s Photography 101 post on point of view, Lynn Wohlers offers great advice on how to show your own unique way of looking at the world…”

Hmmm….my own unique way of looking the world…presumably without scaring small children…contrary to my normal rule of only using my own photos in these challenges, this week I am using a photo that a friend (you know who you are and I’m happy to credit the pic if you want) posted on her Facebook page which enjoying a coffee in an Auckland cafe…

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I guess that I didn’t look too closely at it when she posted it and I commented something along the lines of “interesting wall decor” which, of course, she found a little odd (I get a bit of that!) as she thought that she had photographed what was sitting on her table…

Maybe it was the shadows, or the angle, or the fact that I had too much/not enough coffee that morning, but my immediate perception of this image is (current tense!) that it is a wall display of an enlarged magazine, sugar cellar (salt cellar therefore sugar too?) and a cup of coffee (obviously not a real one or all the coffee would run out!), with the late morning sun creating the shadows…

So, yup, my perception of an unusual point of view that wasn’t…

Weekly Photo Challenge: An Unusual POV | The Daily Post.

PS. Any of you cafes out there that steal this idea for a wall display…finders fee!!

Something Batty This Way Comes | rarasaur

As may be obvious from more and more of my posts outside The Thursday/Friday War, Rarasaur is becoming my dominant (in the nicest possible undomineering way) muse. In Something Batty This Way Comes, she discusses the idea of the project juggler: the person who can never just have one pot on the boil or ball in the air, the sort that doom themselves to endless ‘just-in-time’ catches and saves…yep, that’s me…

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Anyone that has checked out my Workbench at the Unofficial Airfix Modellers’ Forum might get a glimmer of one way in which the affliction of project jugglerism manifests itself: I will start one model then be distracted or get bored with it or run up against a problem, and start on another and did so for years…and years…and years…

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But now…there’s hope…with great will power, I have limited myself to only working on started modelling projects, only only those from this part of my stash, elevated to being allowed to stay in the lounge – mainly to minimise my exposure the temptations of the primary stash in the garage. I probably could have cropped the image but as is adds some perspective to how small this working stash actually is…Actually, to tell the truth, the original game plan was to restrict myself to an even smaller group – then I realised that that group was stack on a stash box that i had omitted to return the garage and once I opened that box (did someone say ‘Pandora’) I couldn’t resist playing with some of what was in it too…

So, yes, I am a project juggler, starting many things and striving to finish one…I’m clearly not the only one though as I came across this advice on Caron Dann’s The Crayon Files after she commented on one of Rara’s posts: ditch the to-do list:

The answer? Don’t have a list! Obviously, it’s good to have goals, but when you have so many that you’ll never have any hope of achieving them, it’s counter-productive. Often you have so much to do, you don’t know where to start.

So, the idea is, only put on your list what you can reasonably achieve.

Simple, you say.

Easy, you say.

Just do it, you say.

Were that it was so easy but I am knuckling down to focus…someone that I have a lot of time for once told me that if I aimed to do two things every day and did those two things, then I would very soon start to make progress…well, OK then but I have been getting up in the morning and going to bed in the evening like clockwork now and I’m not getting that warm fuzzy progress feeling yet…

Yes, I need to do this…I had a a trawl through the hard drive last week and was appalled at the number of unfinished writing projects (some going back years but still valid) that were gathering e-dust in forgotten folders; I need to finish current projects on the house before I start anymore…at least I am writing more which is positive and keeps skills alive…

Right then , enough of this time to get some stuff done…

Re-Wiring Kummerspeck | rarasaur

Reblogged from and inspired by Re-Wiring Kummerspeck | rarasaur…also driven by my resolution to aspire to a post a day…

All I know is that I was raised to solve all problems with food.

Socially awkward situation?  Put on some tea.
Did you have a long day? Have a cookie.
Did someone upset you? Go make a loaf of bread.
Are you feeling a little sick? Have some soup.

Is it too hot outside? Too cold? Is it the first day of school? The last? Did you work late? Is it your anniversary of your wedding? Is this the anniversary of your breakup? Did someone pass away? Was someone born? [read more here]

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It’s probably a natural human survival impulse reaction with roots that go back to some poor old cave person have a quick and hopefully last scoff before legging it from that pesky T-Rex (so what if cave-folk and T-Rex were never co-located temporally? It’s my alternate history…!) to sustain him as the pursuee…and it would be a shame for that food to go to waste anyway…And in all honesty sometimes it’s just not convenient to go for a run when you’re stressed – unless T-Rex really is on your case, in which case, running (very fast) becomes highly recommended…

Many moons ago, when I used to work in a big concrete building with no windows – no quite true: there were two and in fours years I only managed to move from the left of the window to the right of the window although there were some that would have preferred to see me move the same difference but from the inside to the outside…

Anyway, for a time, part of the my role was to oversee the generation of any response to ‘something happening’ – due to that bugger, Murphy, normally something not good and normally around 4-30 on a Friday afternoon, or just before that grand old tradition of Wednesday afternoon sport…after the first couple of times of finding that getting excited didn’t achieve very much except getting excited, my first act after putting down the phone – hurling it across the room never really achieved much either, especially when it was on one of the twirly cords and would come right straight back at you as soon as the cord reached its full extension – was to put on the jug and “…make a nice cuppa tea…” (who used to use that line in a  radio show about the same time? What ever happens, just “…make a nice cuppa tea…”)

While the jug boiled (yes, there was a Zip but it always tasted bit funny), and then the tea steeped, I was able to get my thoughts together, piece together a rough course of action and decide whether I needed to write Friday night in town off entirely or just plan on a later start…since that time, I’ve always tried to use the tea making activity as a tool to engineer that five minutes of breathing to get my thoughts together…

When I’m busy writing, I often have a drink when I run into a bit of a block…I’m not sure if it’s the drink that does it or just passaging down the spiral stairs, into the kitchen and back up to the study, that gets the grey matter firing again. I don’t so much eat when this happens and in fact when I am on a real writing binge, I will often look out the study window and find that somehow it has gotten dark outside; or that Kirk starts to cry (a grown dog crying – who would think it?); or Lulu very pointedly dumps her head in my lap – her way of saying that it’s well past tea time for good dogs. Then, perhaps, I might feel some minor hunger pangs and realise that although breakfast might have been big, it was also twelve hours ago…

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Lulu having made her point re a dog’s dinner…

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…and I don’t know what Kummerspeck is either…

Kiwiscout Walks Aotearoa : Beginnings

Kiwiscout Walks Aotearoa : Beginnings.

Pat Beath has been a colleague and a mate for many years and I am most happy to support his latest endeavour, a charity walk along the Te Araroa Trail from Cape Reinga at the top of New Zealand’s North Island all the way down to the township of Bluff (where the best oysters come from) at the bottom of the South Island.

It’s an easy 3000 kilometres (well, easy to write anyway) and Pat’s given himself 5 months to complete the walk – for those that are numerically-disadvantaged, that’s an average 20 kilometres a day, every day, for five months…and while it may not sound like a lot, and yes, most of it will be through New Zealand’s unbeatable scenic beauty, it is a serious distance to walk…in case, you didn’t notice, New Zealand has the occasional hill, and then there’s that always inconvenient stretch of water separating the Islands – really, a defining point of islands when you think about it…

A little about the charity that Pat is walking to support…Shine is a national organisation that counters all natures of domestic abuse…providing a range of integrated services to do what works to stop domestic abuse – from answering that first call for help to a free national Helpline to securing victims’ homes; their other services include KIDshine, Safety First (crisis support), Safe House, No Excuses men’s stopping violence programme, training programmes, and more.  I don’t think it really needs any explanation beyond that – definitely a cause worth supporting and you can do that right here at Givealittle.

I’ll be following Pat’s odyssey and hope to walk a ways with him as he comes though this part of the country…

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…this part of the country…

Pretty much turn left at Owhango and follow the Traverse to the Ed Hillary Centre…as a point of reference, Mt Ruapehu is the big white thing at the bottom of the image, with Mt Doom just to its north, and Owhango is where the track makes a 90 degree turn into the bush……it looks like the track abruptly just ends there under the shadow of Mt Doom but it’s really only a provincial boundary change…

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…some more of this part of the country…

…the trail hooks back past Ruapehu to the headwaters of the Whanganui River for a longish paddle down to the town of Wanganui (no ‘h’!) to follow along the west coast into the Manawatu…

Pat’s ambition is to raise $10,000 for Shine but as of Day One (today) he already has almost a grand on the clock and I am sure that will rocket higher as more and more of the green beret-ed community get in behind him…

Things Pop Culture Ruined for Me

Another great thread from Rarasaur here, always so thought-provoking, at times just provocative…

I get where Rara is coming from with this and my thoughts since she posted it the other day were that perhaps she is being just a little precious over this…I mean, if something is precious to us, then we should still be able to hold it close…right?

Then I woke this morning, considered the issue again and the first thing that leaps into my head was Jar-Jar Binks (I hope you didn’t arrange that just for me, Rara, because it wasn’t a very fun experience…) and all of a sudden, I got it…

While I think that the original Star Wars trilogy started its downhill slide when the Muppets took over Return of the Jedi (and Palpatine thought he had problems) and then the revisionism of the 20th and 25th Anniversary releases (yes, I am on again about Han shooting first!) but the following prequel trilogy just leaves me COLD. The one anchor of my faith in the Star Wars Universe is the theatrical release of Star Wars that George Lucas grudgingly included on the 25th Anniversary release DVD – even though he spitefully refused to remaster this version, it remains the same awe-inspiring epic that first wowed me in January 1978. And, just for the record, I have great hopes for the Disney/Abrams epics in this universe planned for first release in 2015…

The other modern take on an old classic that leaves me shivering is the last few seasons of Dr Who, specifically the Matt Smith regime of weirdness. The original BBC black and white Doctor series used to terrify me as a child because it was a. really scary, b. had a diverse range of monsters, and c. it had lots of cliff hangers (each story would typically run over 4-6 30 minute episodes – At one a week the terror could be drawn out to the nth degree…now the Doctor’s all about love, fish fingers and custard (an offence against humanity in its own right), and Daleks, Daleks and more bloody Daleks – what part of extinct don’t you guys get???? And it’s all driven by how much the Beeb executives think that they can squeeze out of the franchise as opposed to any desire to actually rethink or revitalise it for this century…

So little Sunday morning rant over…Rara again drives her point home when I open my mind a little…

PS. I love both BSGs even if the 21st century version does ramble on a bit at times…

Edit: another WordPress tool that doesn’t work so well – I thought I’d give the reblog tool a go but the editing tools in it are sooo limited, I will just stick to my current practice of ‘pressing this’ on any page I feel like commenting further on…if I could have saved this, it might have been longer (that could be a good or a bad thing); ditto if the reblogging text window was more than three lines high – clearly this is meant to attract twits et al…and the formatting is all screwed up too…fail WordPress…..

Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea | The Daily Post

 

I was brought up in Oamaru, on the east coast of New Zealand’s South Island so I guess that the sea has always been a part of my life in one way or another…this is what Oamaru Harbour looked like around the end of the 80s. In the 60s and early 70s, it had been a busy little coastal port with (small) ships regularly coming in for loads of wool and other produce – my uncle was a truckie at the time and I remember how cool it was that he could park alongside the ship and dump his load of grain directly into its hold…

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This is the feature known as Matanaka at the northern end of Waikouaiiti (keep up with the place name pronunciation, you foreigners!!) Beach – we had a bach about a mile inland on the main access road to this end of the beach and used to come here every summer in the 70s and would as often ride horses along it as play in the surf…

Matanaka as seen from Beach St in Waikouaiiti.

Cutting forward to the late 80s – I think that this is the beach at Kuantan on Malaysia’s east coast – we stopped over here for a night during the Great Thailand-Singapore Bike Ride…we arrived in Kuantan mid-afternoon and had a ball body surfing – right up to the point that we got back to out hotel and Dan Flan pointed out the big rip…uh-oh…
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I spent some time in Vietnam in the late 90s – this is the famous China Beach. At the time it was still many miles of unspoiled white beach and I have been afraid to go back in case it has been spoiled by commercialisation or industry. I used to sit here all day and read my one English book (on its 6th or 7th go round by this stage) and watch the MiGs and Hips fly in and out from the airbase by Da Nang…every couple of hours, I count count on a couple of local kids dragging a bucket of ice and Coke along the sand to keep me refreshed…Vietnam 22

Swimming with dolphins off Akaroa…sometimes it’s a bit or miss as to whether the dolphins will come out to play but that did this day – this is a must-do if you are in Akaroa…

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Crossing from Stewart Island back to the South Island – don’t know why I even bothered to invest in breakfast…

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Muri Beach in the Cook Islands, during our honeymoon…quite happy to spend the day just paddling around the lagoon…
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Taken from the Manhattan Beach Pier in LA on one of my stopover days on a business trip to the US…I catch the tram-bus to Manhattan beach for a donut breakfast and then spend the rest of the day shopping at the malls around El Segundo, my mission being to only have enough US cash left for a chili dinner at LAX before my flight home…I love these piers that let you stand behind but above the surf line and watch the waves roll by…
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea | The Daily Post.