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Golf 1 Cabrio with 16" inch BBS RM 024 rims.
The BBS RM 024 rim specifications are 6,5J x 16 ET52, 5x108, 60.1 hub diameter.
Driving with Epytec pitch circle adapter 4x100 to 5x108, 20 mm front / 28 mm rear and 195/40 R16 Falken Ziex ZE914 tires.
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Project 2016: Technical check with the replacement of important parts. New convertible fabric roof. Complete interior replacement with carpet, seats and side panels.
Project 2017: Full change of all parts from the front axle.
Project 2018: Full restoration, with sandblast and powder coating, of the rear axle and complete change of all parts
Project 2020: Golf 1 Cabrio 16" inch BBS RM 024 rims
The BBS rim specifications are 6,5x16 ET52, 5x108, 60.1. Driving with Epytec pitch circle adapter 4x100 to 5x108, 20 mm front / 28 mm rear and 195/40 R16 Falken Ziex ZE914 tires. The BBS Rim's are originally from 1990 Renault R25 V6 Turbo Baccara. For now the middle rim is dark-grey powder-coated. All rims will get an original silver BBS paintwork next time.
Project 2021: Replacement of the alternator and the oil pan. New seat upholstery and conversion of the two front seats to consoles with height adjustment.
Project 2022: Complete replacement of the water circuit including water pump, thermostat and housing as well as all water hoses. All BBS rims got a original silver BBS paintwork.
Project 2023:
Complete replacement of the exhaust system with CAT. Completely new interior insulation with removal and installation of the inner cockpit to minimize noise with complete felt insulation. New seals on the windshield and the B-pillar.
But he's still not done...
Nikon D600 @ 1/8s
Nikkor 50mm F1.4 @ f/2
Edited using UFRaw + Gimp 2.8.2
Not the sharpest/best lens of the nikkors... but still fun to play with :-)
btw. The title is inspired by my friend Drougge ;-)
Chapter 1 - Episode 5
Location: Urban Sector - Forgotten Alleyway, World of Ruin
Xerith was far from the jungles and swamps of her homeland, sent on a scouting mission, a fool’s errand in her mind, into the heart of the Urban Sector. This was the first time she had walked these crumbling streets, old and ravaged by time. Xerith was conditioned from a young age to never venture beyond the city limits. She grew up on stories that told of brave wanderers who entered the forgotten city, and never returned. This only served to peak her curiosity. She would sit alone in the treetops, dreaming of the day she could see it, walk among its people, and plunder its secrets. One day, her wish came true. Her clan was desperate for supplies and alternative sources of power, a rare commodity in the Cursed Marches, at the end of the world. Xerith was well trained, for a thief. Her cloaking technology allowed her to remain unseen as she traversed the broken landscapes of the Urban Sector, twin pistols at her side. When she finally arrived, Xerith couldn’t help but think; this was not the city she had imagined in her youth. It was much worse.
Settlements were sparse, and didn’t take kindly to her presence. Life was harsh for these Wanderers, every day a struggle for survival. She found no allies here and quite frankly, there was nothing to steal, nothing to plunder. It didn’t take long for Xerith to discover that it was safer to travel under the cover of darkness, as brutish creatures with green skin scavenged the remains during the daylight hours. She had never seen the likes of these creatures before. What were they? Where did they come from? Their armor was strong, and they had an equally strong distaste for Wanderers, like her. Still, she could cover a lot of ground, moving silently among the toppling buildings and decaying roadways.
She was alone. Until one day, a chance meeting, she came across another lone Wanderer, much like herself. For reasons she can’t explain, something drew Xerith to him. He carried with him a single long rifle, and seemed well versed in surviving here. Had he always lived in the Urban Sector? She was intrigued, but feared revealing her intentions to him. Instead, she decided it was best to tail him; perhaps this lone Wanderer could lead her to fulfilling her mission. She stayed close to him, remaining cloaked at all times. He always wandered alone, and stayed away from large settlements. She quickly developed a feeling of safety, knowing she wasn’t alone anymore. On several occasions, Xerith would awaken to the sounds of him stirring in his sleep. It was almost as if, he was talking to someone, in his dreams. Whatever the case, this Wanderer was highly skilled with his weapon and knew how to evade the green-skinned ones. She witnessed it firsthand not long ago. Xerith was unsure if this Wanderer knew where he was going, or if he simply walked along, hoping to find something, or someone. But this day, this day felt different.
The lone Wanderer walked down a faintly lit alleyway. She uncloaked and peered around the corner, a broken structure obscured her from view. The Wanderer took cover; a fully armored green-skin was repairing some kind of old world motor bike. At last. Xerith saw an opportunity, a wealth of supplies just waiting to be plundered. The green-skin would make this task quite difficult, however. She noticed the Wanderer cocking his long rifle, and positioning himself to take the shot. How, she thought to herself. She thought him foolish, the green-skin was armored to the teeth; she failed to see how he was going to.... CRACK! The sound of a bullet whipping through the air forced her to the ground. She looked up in time to see the green-skin’s head nearly disintegrate before her eyes. The bullet met its target, who fell to ground, dead. She had never seen a shot so skilled. A great feeling of respect came over her, who was this Wanderer?
Xerith watched in utter disbelief as the Wanderer claimed his prize, so easily. He must have wanted the motor bike badly enough to risk open conflict with a green-skinned one. She watched as the Wanderer replaced some parts on the motor bike, and then retired inside one of the crumbling stalls, lit by a single burning torch. She waiting for him to fall asleep, and then began scavenging the alleyway. She was interrupted only once, in the middle of the night, by the sounds of his voice. He stirred, dreaming, she couldn’t help but notice that there was something familiar about this. Was he having the same dream, over and over again?
Aftermarket parts are from Brick Forge, Brick Warriors, Brick Arms, Finders Keepers, and Battle Brick
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To be continued....
I read many articles that mention the golden ratio and the golden section but they all normally refer to the PHI rectangle. There is so much more to learn about the golden section than just PHI. I thought I'd share one of the grids I use for my art. This is a 1.5 golden section rectangle (a square and a half) which contains two overlapping root four rectangles which are themselves double squares. The red lines indicate what is known as the rubated square or "St. Andrews Cross" I love the geometry of this rectangle.
Monahangray left Dragswood shortly after Brant. He traveled east for the coast of Dragswood meaning to find a ship to take him to the islands north of Amroth. At the small village of Camtasa the bard pause form his travels. He visited the village cemetery and knelt before the grave of Garath Brink. The man had been Monahangray's stepfather who had raised him and tough him what it was to be a man. Now he offered prayers to and for that man. Asking the questions the living ask the dead and seeking knowledge from beyond the grave. The only answers Monahangray received came from within himself but the time he spent there brought Monahangray new strength a resolve. The following day the bard sailed away from Dragswood and into the ghosts of his past.
I've decided to continue the story of Monahangray though GAC#1 in a series of vigs. More to came from both Brant and Monahangray!
Karlos No.1
Walnut 6x9 / 6x7 non folding flatbed view camera (SLV) .
Homemade 6x9 flatbed view camera made from a miniature speed graphic, (reversed front standard with tilt shift & rise / fall, bellows and modified focusing rail). Mamiya RB67 film holder and of my own creation: walnut, aluminium and steel rear standard with tilt & swing. Non folding flat bed and 6x9 graphlock back fitted with a Hopf borosilicate screen & Fresnel and it weighs 1.27 kg. I have tested it out using the Kodak Ektar 105mm f3.7 lens, but I now have a Topcor 105mm f3.5 in a Seiko-SLV shutter for it which from subject to film plane, close focuses down to 46cm. Now looking for a 65mm lens.
crazy and colorful
Love those two words
Yep, another 52wk project, this one is going to be more of an equipment/out of norm/not so hard on myself project...
Not much portrait, very little studio lights, minimal human subjects, abuse the hell out of my Nikon V1 and my 50mm 1.4G...
Happy New Year
now excuse me while I go unpack and do laundry from an awesome family trip I made back home to Trinidad...
KCS 1 at Texarkana TX on 03-15-2008. We had no idea this train was coming. We had been in Shreveport that morning to noon, and we were north bound heading to Rich Mountain, and just left Texarkana. We saw this train pass us going south almost at Ashdown. We said Holly Sheets! And did a 180 and caught it. We got lucky as this train had to come to stop and get permission to enter a Form B. Had it not been for that. We would of never caught it. It was hauling ass.
16 random things
To start off with, I really don’t like talking about myself, because I feel that I post photos on here to showcase my passion behind the camera, not to talk about myself, good, bad or indifferent. But since I was tagged by several different people, I guess I’ll open up a little bit.
1. I probably started drinking coffee around 12 or so. I remember going to Roaring Camp (gold mining camp) and having it in the mornings while my mom was still alive. LOTS of sugar, and nothing else). I still drink 4 cups a day. I went cold turkey once and was dope sick for days. I was also addicted to chap stick for 8 years.
2. I actually am a 2nd degree black belt in Tang Soo Do, which I started at age 11 when my brother joined and our parents thought it would be fun to do together. Chuck Norris was our head instructor at the time, which I only met once.
3. My mom died from smoking when I was 13. Sorry to all you smokers out there, but I absolutely despise it.
4. Every year, just before my birthday, I do a physical routine to make sure I’m not getting old. This includes: doing a backflip off a tall swing, running a mile, a “cherry drop” from the monkey bars, pushups/situps and random balancing acts. I’m not afraid of getting old, I’m afraid of being old.
5. My wife will confirm this; I have the world’s worst memory and am the worst speler. I’m always mixing up brides names, don’t remember appointments my wife tells me, and forget random things. As for spelling, I’m just lucky that there are spell checkers now.
6. I got my B.A. in Geography from UC Santa Barbara in 1996 and had planned as a graduation gift to myself to bicycle across country, dip my foot in the Atlantic and then fly back. This ended when Lockheed Martin hired me as a defense engineer and instead I moved to Philly for 4 years. I can't tell you what I do now or I'll have to kill you get sent to prison for treason.
7. My first date was when I was 19. Kiss too. Months later.
8. I don’t believe in owning pets, or the domestication of pets. I feel like its animal slavery, even if they love you and want to be with you. Fish are the exception, because they’re dumb and taste good on a small bed of rice.
9. I ran the 1996 LA Marathon on a dare. I completed it in.. about 5 ½ hours. Don’t ever dare me to do something.
10. Unlike most people, I really haven’t been through a lot in my life and have absolutely no reason to be sad, emo, remorseful, bitter, etc. Okay, I have been through some stuff, but why let those little things bring down your whole demeanor and walk around kicking stones being sad all the time. I think about those born in 3rd world countries who drink, bathe and defecate in the same water source. Now they deserve to listen to dark music, wear hooded black sweatshirts, and get emo tats & piercings.
11. On a dare, since I was so insecure and shy, I decided to give improv comedy a try in Hollywood. I was hooked after the first class and it really helped me open up and be okay with exploiting my own insecurities and flaws. Since then I’ve had no problem with being in front of hundreds of people. This confidence might come across as ego here and in person, but those that know me know I’m just a goof and have a low tolerance for those without a sense of humor.
12. If I had more time and less A.D.D. I think I’d be a pretty good writer (as some of you may know from your testimonials.) I wrote a 90 page story for my English class in 11th grade inspired by a photo she put on the chalkboard. The story was supposed to be 2 pages, and I asked for an extension. I’ve written several other short stories/books, all Westerns.
13. I love Westerns more than any other movie genre, and I own over 40 John Wayne movies on tape. Just something simple and pure about that lifestyle.
13 ½. I’ve only been to the dentist twice since 1991. No cavities. No braces. Just a thick enamel layer. Gross? Don't worry, you're not kissing me.
14. I wasn’t the greatest student in middle or high school, but it wasn’t because I didn’t go to school. From the middle of 7th grade on, I never missed a day OR class in middle or high school. I also was never tardy. I never had any excused or unexcused absences in high school. I was at every single class, every single day, thus perfect attendance. I did this through illness as after my 10th grade year it became a personal goal and by 12th grade I was having nightmares of me waking up late and missing class. (still did until I was almost 30) So when I got to college my buddy said that was a pretty cool thing I did in high school, too bad you can’t do it in college… I did it in college too. Approximately 1400 days or 8,500 classes straight without a miss or tardy. This stopped in 2000 when I was going to grad school at Penn State and had to miss a class in order to take a work trip to Australia.
15. I really am not a fan of music. I think it’s still a fad. There’s some I like, but most of the time, I’d rather sit in silence than hear some pre-fabricated music with artificial lyrics created from music mogul’s high tech studio. If I had my druthers, I’d listen to a combo of French pop, bossa nova, house, chillout and some trance music. Think…. Chillin on the beach in Ibiza in the early afternoon after being out all night at a dance club on the other side of the island until 8am… that was my 2002.
15½. I have an enormous fear of dropping things in the crack of an elevator, when the door opens.... I hold my keys and everything tight and take a big step inside the elevator so nothing falls down that crack.
16. Regardless of motive or technique, I really enjoy making people happy. Photography, comedy, or doing whatever I can just to get a smile, laugh or know that I made someone’s day. Maybe that’s why I do a lot of free photo gigs just because I know it helps someone else out and makes them happy. I did stand up and improv for years and never made a cent from it. I don’t expect anything at all from it. Not attention, money, fame, sushi or anything else. I figure maybe somewhere down the road, someone will do something nice for me, no strings attached.
16½. I'm not big on rules, and thus the extra things. Rules like trespassing, speeding and things like that are great guidelines, but as long as you're not harming or inconviencing anyone, game on.
I guess I do have a lot to say. Just have to wait another year for me to open up.
Happy New Year everyone. Be safe tonight. Tomorrow is a new day and a different year.
ps. Does anyone have the slightest clue why this photo of Emo Disco J got 9,400 hits yesterday??
Series of 8 No 1
Before today, Hullia commoni had been extremely difficult to locate in the Greenmount bushland. We could only manage to find scattered individuals. Today’s observations changed all that.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 2
Today for the first time we found that Hullia commoni were grasping the fronds of grass trees when copulating.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 3
Grass trees are most unusual plants that look almost prehistoric in form – a sturdy trunk with a dense head of cascading fronds. Simply put, the taller ones are Kingia australis and generally the shorter ones are Xanthorrhoea preissii – both are different species with a somewhat similar morphology. Here you can gauge the height of some Kingia australis.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 4
These grass trees grow among a plethora of stunning wild flowers and gum trees.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 5
No 5-8. This afternoon we observed a lek of Hullia commoni in a wholesale process of copulation. This seemed to be a compliant, peaceful gathering of M-F with no apparent aggression. It was common to see up to 4 pair of Hullia copulating on the fronds of a single grass tree. Some were within 1 m of the ground while No 8 shows a pair on the upper tips of fronds to c. 2 m high. We observed and photographed Hullia sp. on the fronds of grass trees over an area approximately 100 m x 50 m. WOW! it was amazing to see so many and so easily visible on the grass tree fronds above the ground. Wish you were here to see this spectacle. We haven’t observed this mob behaviour in robber flies before. There were many more still to be seen as we left for home after 5 pm.
Photo: Fred
The BMW 1 series M coupe driven by Wouter Ploeg and Harm van Koppen during the ELE Rally.
Car: BMW
Type: 1 Series M Coupe (with an E46 M3 engine)
Camera: Canon EOS 7D
Lens: Canon 70-200mm F/4.0 L USM with B&W polarisation filter
Exposure: 1/320
Aperture: f/4.0
ISO speed: 100
Focal length: 70mm
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