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Not sure if Bradshaws/Bradstreet/Bradstar out of Wodonga lugging the hopper in to the Boral Cement Works,
Maldon, New South Wales, Australia.
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[this is part of a new and challenging ongoing project, focusing on male portraiture / psychology, seen as a symbiosis of power and vulnerability, discovery, unknown and mystery in the Man. I have never done something like this before that's why your opinion counts. thanks.]
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*although I have done a few tests, I think this particular photo will be the first in the series because it illustrates best the idea of the project. I will develop more on this soon. at the moment, I am more interested in the photos in themselves and how they can relate to each other to create a coherent visual sequence.
Here we go again. This year is going to be less about set themes and more about me enjoying photography
430ex@1/2 camera left triggered by Yongnuo TTL flash cord through a DIY softbox.
Reflector on the right.
Canon 5D + EF 70-200mm f2.8 IS II USM @ 135mm
F32
1/160s
ISO 320
rayuela.
1. f. Juego en el que, tirando monedas o tejos a una raya hecha en el suelo y a cierta distancia, gana quien la toca o más se acerca a ella.
2. Novela del escritor argentino Julio Cortázar
Y desde hoy
3. Proyecto que comparto con Verónica (Kika Dp) y que tantas ganas teníamos de poner en marcha. Nada es casual ... ella quería leer la novela, yo la busqué para releer ... algo nos dijo que tenía que ser así. Y eso haremos este año. Recrear la novela con nuestro modo particular de verlo. De momento, este es sólo el comienzo, en forma de juego. Porque de eso se trata ... de jugar juntas.
Más fotos en mi Blog
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الله أكبرُ كبيراً .. أكبرُ من أمنيةٍ عصيّة ، وحاجةٍ لم تنقضي *
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1,127 monks are lighting floating lanterns at "Song Pee Nong" Temple (literally means two brothers)
Suphan Buri province, Thailand
Sony A77 + Tokina 11-16mm f2.8 lens
More info about the pilgrimage of the 1,127 monks:
Volume 1 - Origin of Powerhouse: Issue #8
Flicker Fighters
The villain on the glider was known as Hollyween. She was an assassin ‘in training’ who was hired by some guy to kill both Ben and his Mum. However, after crashing through a window she was quick to cough up her employers location. Before Ben payed them a visit he decided it was time for a quick costume change. He didn’t really like the flight suit, probably because he didn’t know how to fly in it.
As he made his way to ‘Imagine’ he decided to follow the lead without telling his Mum, she’d only worry. Besides, she’d hear he was okay on the news after he took off to fight Hollyween. He wanted to find the one responsible for threatening his Mum and her company. After an uncomfortable suit change he was back in the suit he’d appropriately nicknamed, Knockout. He never thought he’d be back in this armour ever since he used it to defeat Connie’s killer. However, here he was on yet another mission. Ben made his way to the location Hollyween had given him. He got a lot of suspicious looks and even was greeted by citizens on the street who recognised him. After a fifteen minute walk and getting lost a couple times, he found himself in an alley.
Ben: “I’m pretty sure this is where Bruce Wayne’s parents got shot.”
Ben didn’t know what it was but he felt as if he was being watched. The further ahead he walked the more prominent the feeling became. It could’ve been the armour but Ben felt unstoppable and capable of taking on anyone in this suit. So he wasn’t worried about the possibility of getting jumped. His confidence was soaring after he wiped the floor with Wylde; a super strong Metahuman. This suit gave him super strength and also enhanced his movements so he could swing his fist fluidly as if he didn’t have armour on.
Ben continues to walk through the alley until something slams against his shoulders and a squeal of metal screeches in his ears. He grunts and trips forward as something sharp nips the side of his neck. As he is about to turn to face the culprit he is rammed into a pile of trash cans. The deafening clanging of his armour against the metal bins gives him a sore head. He slowly pushes himself to his feet and awkwardly presses an armoured finger against his neck. He draws it away and notices a small amount of blood smeared on the metal fingertip. Ben turns his head and notices two knives are sticking out from his armour. They aren’t lodged in deep, only a few centimetres. Whoever did this probably didn’t expect the armour to withstand the attack. After a quick search Ben doesn’t see the attacker.
Ben: “Yeah, douchebag you better run!”
Ben didn’t know what that was all about but it doesn’t take him long until he realises Hollyween must’ve set him up. A backup assassin in case she failed, perhaps? Talk about being a cynic. Ben scratches the knives out from his armour and they fall to the ground. He continues walking ahead but stops.
Ben: “Should probably put those in a safe place so some kid doesn’t hurt themselves. Kids are stupid.”
It’s then Ben sees the knives are gone. He runs over with his fists raised and swings blindly in the open air for an invisible attacker. Just as he suspected he hits nothing but the open air. Ben quickly raises a fist near his face as a precaution, just as a knife suddenly gets lodged between his fingers.
Ben: “Whoa! Hey, not cool!”
Ben thrusts his other fist with a quick jab and strikes the invisible foe. He hears them grunt in pain and notices a cloud of dust billow out from against the wall in front of him. He must’ve smacked the attacker against it.
Ben: “Hah! Got ya, bish!”
Ben sprints over and pounds his fist against the spot on the wall but doesn’t hit nothing. Luckily for them he misses and his fist breaks through the wall. He pulls out quickly and spins on his heel in a 360° motion with his arms extended. He doesn’t hit anything. Crap, he’s lost them. Ben begins to feel claustrophobic in the alley way and jogs out onto the street, blending into the crowd. As someone who seems to be cloaked they must find it difficult to navigate crowds that can’t see them. Ben looks around in a panic, guarding his face with his gauntlets raised. People look at him confused as they walk around him. After a minute or so Ben makes his way hrough the crowd and stops before the road, trying to lure out his attacker. Cars pass and Ben is about to give it up until he hears a pained cry and a heavy thud.
Ben: “No freakin’ way.”
Ben looks across the road and watches as a car comes to a halt. A confused driver gets out, looking around. He notices his wing mirror dangling off the side of his car and curses. Ben jogs over, careful to avoid the overtaking cars. His foot catches an invisible force and he trips falling beside the confused driver. Ben awkwardly gets to his feet and looks down, noticing a dropped knife. He crouches down patting his armoured gauntlet along the ground until he hits something. A male voice exclaims in pain and Ben laughs in disbelief.
Ben: “Alright, show yourself.”
Ambush: “Arghh! No.”
Ben: “I’ll call you an ambulance if you show yourself. Wait, you’re not naked are you?”
The driver of the car stares in shock as he and Ben see a costumed man suddenly appear. Ben quickly withdraws his gauntlet as he realises it’s touching the attackers thigh. The attacker is cradling his side and is rocking in pain on the road. He must’ve went on the road to avoid the crowds on the street and unfortunately got hit by one of the speeding cars. Sucks to be invisible at times. Ben was beginning to think he was extremely lucky when it came to fighting villains. The first one didn’t even get a chance to fight back, the second flew threw a window, and now this guy gets hit by a car.
Ben: “Alright, now tell me who hired you. Then, I’ll call you an ambulance.”
Ambush: “Fine! Sheila Barron. She hired me, she’s the CEO of Power-Up Pharmacy, look her up. I swear! Just call me an ambulance.”
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Make:Canon
Model: Canon EOS 500D
Shutter Speed: 1/200 second
Aperture: f/1.8
Focal Length: 50 mm
ISO Speed: 100
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جميع الحقوق محفوظة ، لا أسمح بإستخدامها في أي حال من الأحوال .
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"You have so much to live for," they told her. "Look around you, look how lucky you are." But lately it's been hard for her to breathe; she's had to remind herself to stay alive. In and out, deep breaths. One day she watched herself take that forbidden blade out of the drawer and drag it across her skin. The blood welled up and she didn't feel a thing. Darkness is her only friend now, darkness and pain that should and shouldn't be. The problem is, it would be so easy easy easy. One decision, one slip, one jump, and it's all over.
SO WORTH VIEWING IN LIGHTBOX.
(Week 1)
Yup, starting a year-long project once again. I was so tempted to do a 365 Days, err 366 I guess, but I know that it would just be too much right now with school and all.
I was actually planning to walk to a lake at the edge of town for this, but I figured why freeze my butt off and walk all that way when I have a bathtub at home? So yeah, first time tub pictures.
I'm almost done reading Inheritance and oh my goodness, it is mindblowingly amazing. I've cried or almost cried so much while reading it, whether it be due to happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, you name it. Just, BOOM. Amazing.
OH, and I'm getting two baby bunnies! I'll upload some pictures of them soon. They're only a little older than a week now so I'll have to wait until they're older until I can have them, but I'm so excited!
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1.2 erzeugt schon einen sehr schmalen Schärfebereich :)
Kamera: Panasonic Lumix G3
Objektiv: Canon FD 50mm 1:1.2
Battlefield 1 • Battlefield Cinematic Tools by Hattiwatti
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The alert came in at around 0800; a break-in at some old Nova Corps outpost. Now usually I don’t like dealing with this type of alarm, but maybe I could pawn off some useful tech while I was there. I docked the Jett in the outpost’s bay about an hour later and made my way in. Most of this looks like it hasn’t been used in a while. Walls are rusting, lights barely turn on. I’m shocked this place even has any power left. Suddenly, I hear a creak to my left. I flip around; nothing.
“Come on, Quill. It’s probably nothing. Ship’s older than dirt. It probably blitzed out and sent that-”
Another creak. Two...three. I get my blaster ready and sneak down the hallway. Swear to God, if this is a Brood.
”Hey!”
A light shines in my eye and I raise my blaster, letting off a shot. It streaks into the wall, and the light flashes off.
”The Hell is wrong with you? I can’t believe you - well, no shit. Petey?”
Wait. I recognize that voice. I rub my eyes and look up to see a very familiar face.
“You gotta be kidding me. Mikel?”
We walk towards each other, arms outstretched, and give each other a firm hug. Mikel was one of my mentors back when I was with the Ravagers. He left when I was 19, though. Haven’t seen him since.
“How’ve you been, man? This is unreal. You know I was this close to taking your head off?”
”With that peashooter of yours? Hahaha, naw. You couldn’t shoot the ears off a Skrull with that thing. And I’ve been swell. Picking up scavenger jobs every now and then. Why I’m here now, actually. How’d you get here?”
“I picked up the alarm you tripped, dumbass. Figured if anyone was here, it’d be someone I could catch a bounty for. Last person I expected was you.”
”Forgot you’d taken up the bounty hunter gig. What’d the ads call you again? ‘Star-Man’?”
I sigh and press a fist against my temple, “...Star-Lord. And anyways, yeah. It’s a lot better pay than Ravager duty and I don’t have to deal with Yondu threatening to cook me into a stew anymore.”
Mikel chuckles and signals me to walk with him. We make our way back to the bay, and he presses a button on his wrist. A small ship fizzles into view; I don’t know why I didn’t think a ship could be hidden in here.
”Look, all jokin’ aside, I’m proud of ya. You got away from Yondu and his goons, you’re making a name for yourself. That’s good. Oh, and I think I got something you’ll be interested in.”
He pulls up a datafile and hands it to me. I activate it and see a picture of a Zen-Whoberi woman. There’s more, some of her with weaponry, a mugshot. Hey, I know her.
“Is this..?”
”Yep. Gamora. Daughter of Thanos. Nova Corps put out a 500,000 credit bounty on her head after she helped take out a Shi’ar colony. Doubt anyone worth their balls would wanna risk their life trying to nab her. But, I know someone who might be.”
I groan as he looks at me with a wink. This chick is known as the most dangerous woman in the galaxy. Everything I’ve heard about her has been her helping her dad commit mass murder. Is she worth it?
“...500,000 credits is a lot. I’ll think about it.”
Mikel nods, and we make our final goodbyes. He takes off and I get back in the Jett. I sit there for a while, thinking. This...could work. With a plan forming in my mind, I set a course for Knowhere and take off. Only someone dumb and greedy enough would help me hunt down a deadly assassin. Luckily, I know just the pair of greedy idiots.
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Abused, Abandoned Jungle Dogs.
No# 1 and the nuns having a big meeting.
See the printout photos in nurse nuns hands ?
Every time a trip is made out to the temple
there is always a handful of printouts
given to the nuns. In the past I
would always have some
printouts and coffee
for the nuns.
In the bags is special food prepared
by no# 1 just for the nuns. Also
special flowers for them.
This is how it works.
Simple rule ---
Never arrive at a friends
with nothing in your hands.
Doesn't matter if it's big or small
as long as it comes from your heart.
This's the muscle nuns porch
where Little Stubby likes
to hangout and nap.
Here's todays report on Mama -
She's being a real butt to the
other dogs. She's old and
looks to be worn out.
Real cranky/moody.
But, no monkeys an insects
to constantly pester her.
Plus, she gets to
sleep next
to me ;-)
Thank You.
Jon&Crew.
Please help with your temple dog donations here.
www.gofundme.com/saving-thai-temple-dogs.
Please,
No Political Statements, Awards, Invites,
Large Logos or Copy/Pastes.
© All rights reserved.
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Tony Stark = Bold
Jarvis = Italics
Crowd = Normal
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Alright. Now's the time. I look down, straighten the cuffs on both of my sleeves, and straighten my tie.
"10 seconds to curtain call sir."
I look at Jarvis and nod. I stare at him and survey his large helmet.
"Something wrong sir?"
"Nope. Think they'll buy it?"
"Of course sir. 5 seconds to curtain call."
Alright.
5...4...3...2...1...
Showtime.
The curtains raise and I swing my hands in the air. The crowd goes wild. As usual. A voice comes on in the loudspeaker.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT'S THE ONE, THE ONLY, TONY STARK!!!!!!!!!"
"Thank you, thank you!"
I sway my arms to calm down the crowd. Jarvis steps up to my left. The crowd then settles.
"Alright. Thank you to everyone for coming today. Does anyone know what we're here for today?"
Murmurs in the crowd. Good.
"I guess that's a yes then."
I can hear laughter in the crowd. I'm sweating profusely. I want to wipe it away, but it'd show the buyers I'm not serious about this. I want them to know I am.
"Anyways, let's talk about the elephant in the room. Literally."
The large hatch on the ground behind me opens up. A large, metallic beast rises out of the ground, tightened and secured to the floor with metallic plates. I make eye contact with the investors in the back of the auditorium.
"Here we go. This, ladies and gentleman, is the S.P.D.R. The Special Police Defence Robot. Outfitted with thrusters, thermal sensors, cameras, movement and heartbeat trackers, and armed with 20mm or 7.62mm ammunition, this thing - this massive hunk of metal, is the future of police riot control as we know it."
Everyone in the crowd stands up and claps. Including the investors. Score.
"Now, any questions?"
The reporters in the front row raise their hands. I point at the lady in the front row.
"Tony, what SKTer model is standing next to you?"
"Oh him? That's Jarvis. He's the unreleased MK5. He's also my butler."
Laughter again. I point at another reporter.
"Rumor has it that you're developing a new series of drones. Is that true?"
I smirk.
"Maybe."
The crowd stands up and begins to clap and take pictures.
Everything was going fine until the gunshot.
"STARK!"
I look at the hooded, masked man with the strange, glowing gun. It seemed vaguely familia...
"HEY!"
Jarvis steps in front of me and aims his gun.
"Step back Mr. Stark. Authorities have been notified."
The hooded man raises his weapon and aims it straight at Jarvis. Straight at me.
"SIR, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM VIOLENCE. I WILL BE FORCED TO OPEN FIRE ."
"Screw you Stark! You ruined me!"
He pulls the trigger, firing off an orange beam into Jarvis. Metal shards explode from the back of his armor, sending shrapnel straight into my chest. I fly back and hit the wall with a loud thump. My vision is blurred, and the pain in my chest is killing me.
I hear another gunshot, this time from the wounded Jarvis. I see the hooded man's face burst in an explosion of red.
At least I know the MK5 is accurate.
Jarvis rushes over to me and puts the gun on his shattered back. It fits with a small click
"Hold on sir. An ambulance has been called. They will be here shor..."
I don't hear him finish his sentence before I black out.
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So yeah! Issue 1 of the Marvel ZealotVerse! Anyways, I got the idea oh Tony being attacked at a conference from TheFilmGMR. Now that that's out of the way, I got the idea of Stark being a roboticist after realising I have a lego-robot-building-addiction yesterday. So yeah. I'll try to prioritise this over Contagion, unless you guys see more of that. Spider-Man or Daredevil will be introduced / easter egged next.
Check out TheFilmGMR in the tagged section.
Inspiration Peter Lindbergh
Lighting setup : 1 square softbox 0.75x0.75m above on the left, 1 reflector opposite side, trigger by Phottix PT-04ii
Grain added on Post-Prod
Por cada dos que vemos, hay una que acecha en la oscuridad. Avisados quedáis. Las carga el diablo...
INSTRUCTION DROP ONE:1
Get yours trough:
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Its finally here, the instructions for the one:1, as many requested! This model contains 1042 LEGO pieces and 4 custom designed 3D-printed rims and 2 custom designed parts.
Purchasing instructions will include: printed parts + partslist
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WARNING: buying instructions will exclude LEGO bricks. The link for these are provided with the purchase.
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The instructions are made in the original One:1 prototype color. Fortunately, this model can be made in more colors than just grey. If you’d like another color, just message me trough instagram or email me before purchase and I’ll get you all set up for the correct parts :)
Enjoy the build. I hope you like it.
Happy building!
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155 077-1 durchfährt mit einem Kesselzug Köthen
155 077-1 run's through Köthen station with a tank car train
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اول صورة فالبروجيكت - صورة دعآئية -
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تبون الصراحة تنفع لوقت الاختبارات تنسيكم شي اسمة نومَ ض1
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