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We were out for a country drive on the weekend and drove through Cambridge (Ontario). The streets are filled with beautiful Victorian houses as well as splendid public buildings.


I do believe we must have had some of the residents quite concerned because while I was walking up various streets taking pictures of the houses, Norm was following me slowly in what they seemed to think was the getaway car.


I'm a grandmother for goodness' suspicious could I possibly be?!?! :-D :-D




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I believe it was a sin, to do you in the way I did you in.

I couldn't stop it coming from afar

I lost the keys to the getaway car

And every now and then I'm in this place

It's hell living when I need your face

Don't hide, don't hide, don't hide from me"


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Well settle down I won't hesitate

To hit the highway

Before you lay me to waste

Settle up and I'll help you find

Something to drive

Before you drive me insane ¡¡¡


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Amazing Bonnie & Clyde outfits from the Runway Perfect Hunt...styling info here

Getaway car not included.

I spent the weekend in SF celebrating an 18th anniversary with my wife. It was unseasonably warm and it pushed everyone to the coast to cool down. We met up with a few friends on Saturday and the day ended at this spot. We decided to go to the left in search of a slightly different angle on this bridge and ended up having to fight with some very angry geese over a spot on some rock formations off the coast. The geese were yelling the entire time and we were so amazed at the beautiful city that we didn't notice the tide coming in as the water surrounded us. This fun day was topped off with the coast guard yelling at us with blow horns as my cousin Joe and I were scrambling up the cliff. A big thanks to Maria and Staci for driving the getaway car!

The low fog season has begun, and for a change Nick and I decided to shoot it all the way from Twin Peaks. I had my 600mm in tow, and this perspective had been on both of our bucket lists for a long time. The night was warm with a 90% full moon shining down, and between 50 and 75 people were up there enjoying the view and partying. It was midnight, and I was a little thrown off on how many people were up there. Nick and I set up our gear and started shooting. We were stoked with the shots we were getting, and it seemed like it was going to be a great night. Around 2 a.m. Nick was talking to me while I was looking through my camera. Nick's camera was 2 feet behind him, and some thief came up and took his camera. By the time we realized what had happened, the guy was getting in the getaway car, and sped down Twin Peaks Blvd.

It was a horrible experience! The police arrived within minutes of Nick calling, but the deed had been done.


A big warning to photographers coming to shoot San Francisco! There have been several photographers in the past year who have had their gear stolen, and even been mugged. We are a target with expensive equipment, so please be extra aware!!


This image is a 3 shot panorama taken with a 600mm lens. Each shot was a 2 minute exposure @ F/14 @ ISO 100

"I knew they were up to no good," says Dave Linscheid, who snapped this picture as the armed robbers fled town.


Oh, I thought I'd add a little melodrama :)

15.7.2018, Flucht, 21x30 cm, wenig Bildmontage, Wasserfarben, Bleistift, Farbstifte auf Papier.

4.7.2018, Flee, 8x11 inch, a little image montage, watercolors, pencil, colored pencils on paper.


Das ist eine Erinnerung an den Keller des Sammlers Emil Reichert aus Karlsruhe 1968 und meine Malerei-Ausstellung in der Autowerkstatt Hätti in Freiburg 2018.

Mehrere Fluchtautos besaß Emil Reichert, die er von Flüchtlingen aus Osteuropäischen Ländern bekommen hatte, besonders zur Zeit des Ungarnaufstandes 1956.


This is a reminder of the cellar of the collector Emil Reichert from Karlsruhe 1968 and my painting exhibition in the auto repair shop Hätti in Freiburg 2018.

Several escape cars were owned by Emil Reichert, whom he had received from refugees from Eastern European countries, especially at the time of the Hungarian uprising in 1956.

you're the getaway car.

This was the getaway car for the bride and groom at a wedding down by the lake. I asked permission to photo it before it left and they said sure, so I did a quick 20 or so photo shoot from all directions. Here is one, my favorite of all the ones I took :-)

Caloundra Beachfest.Queensland Australia.

Everything - Michael Buble


You're a fallen star

You're the getaway car

You're the line in the sand

When I go too far


You're the swimming pool

On an August day

And you're the perfect thing to say


And you play it coy

But it's kinda cute

Oh when you smile at me

You know exactly what you do


Baby don't pretend

That you don't know it's true

'Cause you can see it when I look at you


And in this crazy life

And through these crazy times

It's you, it's you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything


You're a carousel

You're a wishing well

And you'll hang me up

When you ring my bell

You're a mystery

You're from outer space

You're every minute of my everyday


And I can't believe that I'm your man

And I get to kiss you baby just because I can

Whatever comes our way

We'll see it through

And you know that's what our love can do


And in this crazy life

And through these crazy times

It's you, it's you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything


So laa, laa, laa, la, laa ,la, laa [x2]


And in this crazy life

And through these crazy times

It's you, it's you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything


You're every song

And I sing along

'Cause you're my everything

I did this piece for my Casper, who was a friend of mine from childhood. He was Mexican and he was my best friend.


While all the kids were playing ball, hopscotch, umping rope he made sure I was always included.


"She can't run" one of the kids would yell and Casper would say she can be the umpire, or the steady ender (that was the person who would hold one end of the jump rope and didn't get a turn to jump. I loved being a "steady ender". Whatever they wanted to play Casper made sure I was included.


He was my Don Quixote and I was his Dulcinea. He fought battles for me real and imaginary. My wheelchair would become my chariot, a getaway car, a horse fleeing from the indians. Caper made my childhood memorable.


When my Grandfather died, Casper said that he was taking a Siesta and that when he woke up he would be in Heaven. I loved that thought.


Casper passed away when we were both in college. He was hit by a drunk driver on his way home from school. I miss him so much at times and when I start getting all teary eyed I know that he took a Siesta and is now in a much better place.

is the car ready?

all warmed up and waiting for you boss.

did you get me a fast one this time?

like a bat outa hell.

that last getaway car was an antique. a joke.

oh. an antique?

that thing was ancient! it got me put away for 5 years.

I sure don't want that to happen again, boss.

that makes two of us.

say boss, can we. . . can we, like, use your car?

mine? for the bank job? but you got us a car.

it's the wrong. . . color, boss. you'd. . . you'd hate it.

you sure?

yeah. no doubt about it.

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