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More => Old Versions => Media Jukebox => Topic started by: JimH on November 20, 2002, 07:03:21 am
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Aw, the slides again? Do we have to?
No, but here's a link anyway:
http://www.jriver.com/~jriver/2002/nebraska2/Index.htm
Pictures of the three day trip to the sandhills of north central Nebraska. A lot of land, mostly unspoiled.
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it appears that neb is one flat land. looks also like they would play alot of country music there also :) notthat there is any thing wrong with country music.
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What are these signs of DSC01973 ranches or brands on cows.
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What are these signs of DSC01973 ranches or brands on cows.
There were two signs next to the City Hall in the town of Merriam. I'm guessing they're just the local index for looking up who to call when you find a stray cow.
If you think it's flat, take a closer look at some of those pictures. I was huffing and puffing.
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Wouldn't it be cool if you could drop a URL like that into someplace in MJ 9 and it would just start filling a list with thumbnails. Then you could pick any thumbnails to view / download and MJ would get the real image(s).
Just dreaming...
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Hmmm... how about the opposite? Choose a set of images from your library and use MJ to 'export to web' - it generates some basic html pages with your pictures in them in a specified folder. Instant website! Just upload and tell all your friends. Not really a 'jukebox' feature I guess, though.
Some people are never satisfied are they? :) Anyway I like the photos.
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Do they Still use the city Hall? or is it just for looking?
No barber shop?
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The town was called Woodlake. It was maybe 30 houses, about half of them occupied. In the middle of a pristine prairie landscape.
The town had a lot of great things about it. The post office, for instance, was tended well. Plants in the window, squeaky clean windows.
But if you turned around and looked past the little house with the trailer parked next to it, there was a field of junk. Pure junk. Hog cots, hauled in from some field. Trucks. Cars. Farm implements. An airplane, probably landed on the highway and sold for junk.
If you went on down the little gravel road, turned right, you came to an old house, partially stripped of its siding, with junk in the yard, and four young horses. They were hungry, and came over to look when I stopped.
Both the trailer and the horses are in the pictures. The mainstreet is there, too.
Woodlake is a perfect little town, but it's struggling with its own garbage.
This theme is repeated many places in those small towns. They just can't escape the garbage or the people who collect it.