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"Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?"
Inspired by Amy Lee from Evanescence. "Anywhere But Home" photo shoot and the song "Missing". www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBSehQYRP5E
â—ŽSnow White (Custom Pullip)
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Since you've been gone away,
No I ain't missing you no matter what my friends say.
-Missing you, John Waite
If dreams werent dreams & dreams came true i woodnt b here id b wiv u.Distance is 1 thing dat keeps us apart.But ull always remain in my heart. plxxxxx come & full fill my dreams
Tiffany Ann Trull
5'2"
148 lbs
Last seen: 2/28/20
Last known location: Cherokee Farms exit off Alcoa Hwy
Possible sightings in Old City area around 9pm walking near Barley's
Any info contact KPD 865-215-7000
Knoxville, TN. 030820.
Last month I posted pics of semi-feral cats that were starving in a parking lot at a nearby small rural community. The parking lot was at a Mexican housing complex.
After noticing their lack of care I contact the local humane society to seek help for them.
Long story short, I checked on them a few days ago and was shocked to see that they were ALL gone. Vanished. Disappeared. The only cat there was this orange kitty....[which is a new one-didn't see him last time].
I contacted the shelter to see if they trapped them and they said no--that they noticed that all the cats were gone shortly after I notified them.
I hope the owner of the migrant apartments didn't rid them inhumanely.
I now feel bad --afraid that my actions caused their demise. I will think twice about doing the same next time. The pix below is the one posted last month. The cats were so cute--but starving.
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se solicita la colaboración de la comunidad en general a fin de dar con el paradero de SofÃa YasmÃn Herrera, de 3 años de edad, la pequeña es de contextura fÃsica delgada, de tez trigueña, cabellos ondulados largos hasta los hombros, color de ojos oscuros y sin señas particulares. VestÃa campera de color celeste oscuro casi azul, polera color blanco, pantalón color verde agua y calzaba zapatillas color azul.
Cualquier información dirigirse a la dependencia policial más cercana o bien llamar al 445-023/021 o al 101.
OJALA QUE APARESCA!
I know that all of you have been waiting for one of these. Sorry it's been a while.
Part of the Peas Project
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Lighting: SB600 camera left in softbox at full power triggered by CLS, foam board reflector on right.
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Deputy Defense Secretary David L. Norquist hosts the annual POW/MIA Recognition Day ceremony at the Pentagon in honor of those who were held captive and returned, as well as those who remain unaccounted for from past conflicts at the Pentagon River Terrace Parade Field, Pentagon, Washington D.C., Sept. 18, 2020. The program includes remarks by Air Force Gen. John E. Hyten, vice chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and a flyover by Army UH-60 helicopters performing the missing man formation, Sept. 18, 2020. (DoD photo by U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Jack Sanders)
Guardian King of the Four Directions
Japan; Heian period (794–1185); 12th century
In Buddhist temples, images of the Buddha are venerated on altars that represent Mount Sumeru, considered to be the center of the mythic Indian universe. An alcove recessed in the ceiling above transforms into architecture the parasol or canopy that sheltered persons of high estate. Hanging ornaments refer to floral garlands worn by the elite and bestowed in veneration on sacred images.
This altar—a railed rectangular wooden platform backed by a planked wall between two pillars—represents a Japanese style of Buddhist architecture. It is a replica of the altar at twelfth-century Amida Hall at Fuki-ji in Kyushû, built in 1986 using traditional materials and techniques by the Kyoto firm Yasui Kômokuten, under the direction of architectural historian Kakichi Suzuki. At its center is a once-golden image of Dainichi Nyorai, the supreme Buddha of the cosmos in esoteric Buddhist thought. He is the source from whom all other deities and everything in the
universe emanate, as light does from the sun. His hands form the mystic gesture (mudra) of perfect knowledge, which holds the power to restrain passions that hinder enlightenment. With the left index finger surrounded and protected by the fingers of the right, this gesture expresses the all-encompassing union of the spiritual and material realms of being.
At one time the sculpture also had a crown over the topknot adorned with images of five Buddhas, representing Dainichi's five forms. In keeping with the occult nature of this image, mystery and introspection suffuse its features. Graceful proportions made possible by a new technique of carving and assembling sculpture in sections are characteristic of images of the later Heian period, when courtly aesthetics were paramount. In the glow of its original gold-leaf covering, this Dainichi must have appeared to embody his name, the Buddha of the Great Radiance of Illumination.
Standing sentinel at the corners of the platform are two armored figures of menacing mien. They are from a set of the Guardian Kings of the Four Directions, Hindu demigods who were absorbed into the Buddhist pantheon as protectors of the teaching. Their stocky figures retain the massive strength of an early Heian style
and were carved from single blocks of wood. Only the arms, now missing, were carved separately.
This is a copy of a sculpture by Karl Duldig, that has gone missing somewhere in Melbourne. If you find it let the Duldig Studio people know! For more information about this interesting site see www.duldig.org.au
Park bench near the lake in Osborne Park in Willoughby Ohio. Just before sunset. The only thing missing is a lovely couple holding hands.
A lot happened between the time we ate at Taki's Restarant in Erie and we got on the road home Sunday Morning. Let me explain. No. Let me sum up.
We went back to the campsite for a nappy-nap in our hammocks. Before taking said nap, we decided to put everything we had with us - including my camera bag and all of my clothes - into our tents and tarp them over for the "showers" that were approaching.
When everything was just so, we went to our respective hammocks for a nap. When the showers started, I was almost asleep. It was nice, though...the pitter-patter of rain on the tents, the sound of the waves from Lake Erie, the cool breeze...
...and then the skies opened up. Showers? I think not. This was a THREE HOUR DOWNPOUR. Now...this would not be so bad if we would have thought to leave our RAIN GEAR outside the tents. But no, we were already soaked to the bone before we could get our dry clothes out. (Our tents opened from the top, so in order to open them up to get something, you'd have to expose everything in the tent to the elements...great design)
So we spent the next three hours making the best of it; walking around in the rain and walking down to the docks and walking back to the site and walking to the edge of the lake and, eventually, screaming at the heavens to please just fucking cut it out.
And eventually, it did. The sun even made an appearance, and our spirits raised. We took off on a 30-something mile ride to Ohio to go to Red Lobster for dinner.
While there, the skies opened again, and this time there were really strong winds. We could see trees bending over outside the window. I started to freak a little...were the tents even going to be there when we got back? If they were there, would they be flooded? I hadn't slept real well in that thing when it was dry and warm out, now I was going to have to sleep in this flooded, tarped coffin of a tent? Oh no. No. We needed to get a damned motel room. Screw this.
John humored me and called a motel. We even called our campground hoping a cabin was available. No dice. So we decided to go back and just hunker down for the night.
We arrived back to find our tents were there, and they were dry. What a relief. So no campfire...so what? We sat around a lit sterno and I had three beers and then we retired to the tents, hoping the morning wouldn't be too terrible so we wouldn't have to break camp in pouring rain.
Sunday Morning
It rained overnight, and sleeping with no air circulating had gotten the best of us both. John woke at 3am to just pull the tarp off his, and I rigged mine with a bungee cord tied to - what else - an electrical box so that there could be air movement into the tent. But when we emerged in the morning, it wasn't raining, and John was able to pack up in dry weather. I was a bit more unorganized, and so it started raining by the time I was done. But anyway, we got our waterlogged gear onto the bikes and headed out.
The road into the campground was a muddy, slippery mess. Forgot to mention that. So with the extra weight of our wet-assed gear on our bikes, we cut across the grassy field and only took the mud road for about half the distance to the main road. Once we reached the main road, however, something was wrong...it still felt like I was on uneven mud.
To be continued...
Many notices were put up around the scene of the Grenfell Tower fire tragedy to help find missing persons from the tower. Bramley Road, London (near Latimer Road underground station). June 16, 2017.
The missing generation.
In many of the ethnic minority villages of southwest China, there was a noticeable absence of the "middle" generation. Young children would commonly be seen only with their grandparents. In China's environment of rapid modernization and economic growth, young working adults are finding more lucrative employment opportunities outside of their traditional villages in nearby cities.
Guizhou province, China. 2006
Memories, oh sweet memories
Make me see you, oh so passionately
Not for one day have I lost my faith
That sometime soon in your love I'll bathe
You make me smile, you make me cry
You make me want to jump up and touch the sky
You make me dream, you make it seem
As though I've been touched by angel's wing
I'm flying high, and you're beside me
Smiling at me, oh so beautifully
We're flying into the future with high speed
For anything other feeling no need
The best memories are yet to come
When both of our lives become one
The present will turn into the past
The future will make us want to gasp
My yearning for you won't ever stop
My loving for you won't ever drop
The soul in me won't ever let go
My body and mind will always love
My feet, my hands my everything
With your soul and body will make a link
So much will come, so much will pass
A vision of you and me laying on the grass
Everything is perfect, there's a shooting star
But nothing could be more beautiful then you are
Then moon is smiling, the sun has set
Me and you together, our eyes met
The feelings are there, the fire is burning
you are always in my mind
i always do think about YOU
today you are not with me... but still i wanna say... i really LOVE you.