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Some background:
The VF-1 was developed by Stonewell/Bellcom/Shinnakasu for the U.N. Spacy by using alien Overtechnology obtained from the SDF-1 Macross alien spaceship. Its production was preceded by an aerodynamic proving version of its airframe, the VF-X. Unlike all later VF vehicles, the VF-X was strictly a jet aircraft, built to demonstrate that a jet fighter with the features necessary to convert to Battroid mode was aerodynamically feasible. After the VF-X's testing was finished, an advanced concept atmospheric-only prototype, the VF-0 Phoenix, was flight-tested from 2005 to 2007 and briefly served as an active-duty fighter from 2007 to the VF-1's rollout in late 2008, while the bugs were being worked out of the full-up VF-1 prototype (VF-X-1).
The space-capable VF-1's combat debut was on February 7, 2009, during the Battle of South Ataria Island - the first battle of Space War I - and remained the mainstay fighter of the U.N. Spacy for the entire conflict. Introduced in 2008, the VF-1 would be out of frontline service just five years later, though.
The VF-1 proved to be an extremely capable craft, successfully combating a variety of Zentraedi mecha even in most sorties which saw UN Spacy forces significantly outnumbered. The versatility of the Valkyrie design enabled the variable fighter to act as both large-scale infantry and as air/space superiority fighter. The signature skills of U.N. Spacy ace pilot Maximilian Jenius exemplified the effectiveness of the variable systems as he near-constantly transformed the Valkyrie in battle to seize advantages of each mode as combat conditions changed from moment to moment.
The basic VF-1 was deployed in four minor variants (designated A, D, J, and S) and its success was increased by continued development of various enhancements including the GBP-1S "Armored" Valkyrie, FAST Pack "Super" Valkyrie and the additional RÖ-X2 heavy cannon pack weapon system for the VF-1S for additional firepower.
The FAST Pack system was designed to enhance the VF-1 Valkyrie variable fighter, and the initial V1.0 came in the form of conformal pallets that could be attached to the fighter’s leg flanks for additional fuel – primarily for Long Range Interdiction tasks in atmospheric environment. Later FAST Packs were designed for space operations.
The following FAST Pack 2.0 system featured two 120.000 kg class P&W+EF-2001 booster thrusters (mounted on the dorsal section of the VF-1) and two CTB-04 conformal propellant/coolant tanks (mounted on the leg/engines), since the VF-1's internal tanks could not carry enough propellant to achieve a stable orbit from Earth bases and needed the help of a booster pack to reach Low Earth Orbit. Anyway, the FAST Pack 2.0 wasn't adapted for atmospheric use, due to its impact on a Valkyrie's aerodynamics and its weight; as such, it needed to be discarded before atmospheric entry.
Included in the FAST Pack boosters and conformal tanks were six high-maneuverability vernier thrusters and two low-thrust vernier thrusters beneath multipurpose hook/handles in two dorsal-mounted NP-BP-01, as well as ten more high-maneuverability vernier thrusters and two low-thrust vernier thrusters beneath multipurpose hook/handles in the two leg/engine-mounted NP-FB-01 systems.
Granting the VF-1 a significantly increased weapons payload as well as greater fuel and thrust, Shinnakasu Heavy Industry's FAST Pack system 2.0 was in every way a major success in space combat. The first VF-1 equipped with FAST Packs was deployed in January 2010 for an interception mission.
Following first operational deployment and its effectiveness, the FAST Pack system was embraced enthusiastically by the U.N. Spacy and found wide use. By February 2010, there were already over 300+ so-called "Super Valkyries" stationed onboard the SDF-1 Macross alone.
The FAST Pack went through constant further development, including upgraded versions for late production and updated VF-1s (V3.0 and V4.0). Another addition to the early V2.0 variant of 2010 was the so-called “S-FAST Pack”. The S-FAST pack was originally developed at the Apollo lunar base, for the locally based VF-1 interceptor squadrons that were tasked with the defense of this important production and habitat site on the Moon, but it also found its way to other orbital stations and carriers.
Officially designated FAST Pack V2.1, the S-FAST Pack consisted of the standard pair of dorsal rocket boosters plus the pallets with additional maneuvering jets, sensors and weapons. The S-FAST pack added another pair of P&W+EF-2001 boosters under the inner wings, having the duty to give to fighter the power necessary to exit easily from the gravity of moons or little planets without atmosphere, and improve acceleration during combat situations. Range was also further extended, together with additional life support systems for prolonged deep space operations, or the case of emergency.
In order to accept the S-FAST pack and exploit its potential, the VF-1’s wings and inner wing attachment points had to be strengthened due to the additional load and propulsion. The use of the S-FAST pack also precluded the fighter from transforming into Battroid or Gerwalk mode – the underwing packs had to be jettisoned beforehand. The other standard FAST Pack 2.0 elements could still be carried, though.
The modfied Valkyries capable of accepting the S-FAST Pack received an additional “S” to their type designation – more than 100 VF-1s were converted or built in this deep space configuration until late 2011. Initial deployment of the S-FAST Pack was conducted through SVF-24 “Moon Shadows” in early 2010, a unit that was quickly disbanded, though, but re-formed as SVF-124 “Moon Shooters”, tasked with the defense of the lunar Apollo Base and several special missions.
After the end of Space War I, the VF-1 continued to be manufactured both in the Sol system and throughout the UNG space colonies. Although the VF-1 would eventually be replaced as the primary Variable Fighter of the U.N. Spacy by the more capable, but also much bigger, VF-4 Lightning III in 2020, a long service record and continued production after the war proved the lasting worth of the design.
The VF-1 was without doubt the most recognizable variable fighter of Space War I and was seen as a vibrant symbol of the U.N. Spacy even into the first year of the New Era 0001 in 2013. At the end of 2015 the final rollout of the VF-1 was celebrated at a special ceremony, commemorating this most famous of variable fighters. The VF-1 Valkryie was built from 2006 to 2013 with a total production of 5,459 VF-1 variable fighters with several variants (VF-1A = 5,093, VF-1D = 85, VF-1J = 49, VF-1S = 30, VF-1G = 12, VE-1 = 122, VT-1 = 68)
However, the fighter remained active in many second line units and continued to show its worthiness years later, e. g. through Milia Jenius who would use her old VF-1 fighter in defense of the colonization fleet - 35 years after the type's service introduction!
General characteristics:
All-environment variable fighter and tactical combat Battroid,
used by U.N. Spacy, U.N. Navy, U.N. Space Air Force
Accommodation:
Pilot only in Marty & Beck Mk-7 zero/zero ejection seat
Dimensions:
Fighter Mode:
Length 14.23 meters
Wingspan 14.78 meters (at 20° minimum sweep)
Height 3.84 meters
Battroid Mode:
Height 12.68 meters
Width 7.3 meters
Length 4.0 meters
Empty weight: 13.25 metric tons;
Standard T-O mass: 18.5 metric tons;
MTOW: 37.0 metric tons
Power Plant:
2x Shinnakasu Heavy Industry/P&W/Roice FF-2001 thermonuclear reaction turbine engines, output 650 MW each, rated at 11,500 kg in standard or in overboost (225.63 kN x 2)
4 x Shinnakasu Heavy Industry NBS-1 high-thrust vernier thrusters (1 x counter reverse vernier thruster nozzle mounted on the side of each leg nacelle/air intake, 1 x wing thruster roll control system on each wingtip);
18 x P&W LHP04 low-thrust vernier thrusters beneath multipurpose hook/handles
The S-FAST Pack added 4x P&W+EF-2001 booster thrusters with 120.000 kg each, plus a total of 28x P&W LHP04 low-thrust vernier thrusters
Performance:
Battroid Mode: maximum walking speed 160 km/h
Fighter Mode: at 10,000 m Mach 2.71; at 30,000+ m Mach 3.87
g limit: in space +7
Thrust-to-weight ratio: empty 3.47; standard T-O 2.49; maximum T-O 1.24
Design Features:
3-mode variable transformation; variable geometry wing; vertical take-off and landing; control-configurable vehicle; single-axis thrust vectoring; three "magic hand" manipulators for maintenance use; retractable canopy shield for Battroid mode and atmospheric reentry; option of GBP-1S system, atmospheric-escape booster, or FAST Pack system
Transformation:
Standard time from Fighter to Battroid (automated): under 5 sec.
Min. time from Fighter to Battroid (manual): 0.9 sec.
Armament:
2x internal Mauler RÖV-20 anti-aircraft laser cannon, firing 6,000 pulses per minute
1x Howard GU-11 55 mm three-barrel Gatling gun pod with 200 RPG, fired at 1,200 rds/min
4x underwing hard points for a wide variety of ordnance, including
12x AMM-1 hybrid guided multipurpose missiles (3/point), or
12x MK-82 LDGB conventional bombs (3/point), or
6x RMS-1 large anti-ship reaction missiles (2/outboard point, 1/inboard point), or
4x UUM-7 micro-missile pods (1/point) each carrying 15 x Bifors HMM-01 micro-missiles,
or a combination of above load-outs
The optional Shinnakasu Heavy Industry S-FAST Pack 2.1 augmentative space weapon system added:
6x micro-missiles in two NP-AR-01 micro-missile launcher pods (mounted rear-ward under center ventral section in Fighter mode or on lower arm sections in GERWALK/Battroid mode)
4x12 micro missiles in four HMMP-02 micro-missile launchers, one inside each booster pod
The kit and its assembly:
This VF-1 is another contribution to the “Old Kit” Group Build at whatifmodelers.com, running in late 2016. I am not certain about the moulds’ inception date, but since it is an ARII incarnation of this type of kit and even moulded in the early pastel green styrene, I’d think that it was produced in 1982 or 83.
Anyway, I love the Macross VF-1, IMHO a design masterpiece created by Shoji Kawamori and one of my favorite mecha designs ever, because it was created as a late 70ies style jet fighter that could transform into a robot in a secondary role. As a simple, purposeful military vehicle. And not like a flashy robot toy.
Effectively, this Super Valkyrie is a highly modified OOB kit with many donation parts, and this kit is a bit special, for several reasons. There are several 1:100 OOB kits with FAST Packs from ARII/Bandai available (and still around today), but these are normally only Battroids or Gerwalks with additional parts for the FAST kit conversion. The kit I used here is different: it is, after maybe 25 years of searching and building these kits, the #70 from the original production run. It is (so far!) the only Fighter mode kit with the additional FAST Pack parts! Must be rare, and I have never seen it in catalogues?
Until today, I converted my Super or Strike Valkyries from Gerwalk kits, a task that needs some improvisation esp. around the folded arms between the legs, and there’s no OOB option for an extended landing gear. The latter made this Fighter mode kit very attractive, even though the actual kit is pretty disappointing, and AFAIK this kit variant is only available as a VF-1S.
With the Super Valkyrie fighter kit you receive basically a Gerwalk with a standard fighter cockpit (which includes a front wheel well and an extended front wheel leg), plus extra parts. The leg/engine-mounted NP-FB-01 systems are less bulbous than the parts on the Gerwalk or Battroid kit, and the OOB dorsally mounted NP-BP-01 boosters are TINY, maybe 1:120 or even 1:144! WTF?
Further confusion: the kit includes a set of lower arm parts with integrated rocket launchers, but these are not necessary at all for the Fighter build?! As a kind of compensation there’s a new and exclusive element that simulates the folded arms under the ‘fuselage’ and which, as an added value, properly holds the hand gun under the fuselage. As a quirky flaw, though, the hand gun itself comes in the extended form for the Battroid/Gerwalk mode. For the fighter in flight mode, it has to be modified, but that’s easily done.
Anyway, with the potential option to build a Super Valkyrie with an extended landing gear, this was my route to go with this vintage kit. The Super Valkyrie already looks bulky with the FAST Pack added, but then I recently found the S-FAST Pack option with two more boosters under the wings – total overkill, but unique. And I had a spare pair of booster bulks in the stash (w/o their nozzles, though), as well as a complete pair of additional bigger standard FAST boosters that could replace the ridiculous OOB parts…
Building such a Super/Strike Valkyrie means building separate components, with a marriage of parts as one of the final steps. Consequently, cockpit, central fuselage with the wings and the air intakes, the folded stabilizer pack, the folded arms element with the handgun, the two legs and the four boosters plus other ordnance had to be built and painted separately.
Here and there, details were changed or added, e. g. a different head (a ‘J’ head for the flight leader’s aircraft with two instead of the rare, OOB ‘S’ variant with four laser cannon), covers for the main landing gear (the latter does not come with wells at all, but I did not scratch them since they are hardly recognizable when the kit is sitting on the ground), the typical blade aerials under the cockpit and the feet had to be modified internally to become truly ‘open’ jet exhausts.
The wing-mounted boosters received new nozzles and their front end was re-sculpted with 2C putty into a square shape, according to reference sketches. Not 100% exact, but the rest of the VF-1 isn’t either.
This VF-1 was also supposed to carry external ordnance and my first choice were four wing-mounted RMS-1 Anti-Ship Reaction Warheads, scratched from four 1.000 lb NATO bombs. But, once finished, I was not happy with them. So I looked for another option, and in a source book I found several laser-guided bombs and missiles, also for orbital use, and from this inspiration comes the final ordnance: four rocket-propelled kinetic impact projectiles. These are actually 1:72 JASDF LGB’s from a Hasegawa weapon set, sans aerodynamic steering surfaces and with rocket boosters added to the tail. Also not perfect, but their white color and sleek shape is a good counterpart to the FAST elements.
Experience from many former builds of this mecha kit family helped a lot, since the #70 kit is very basic and nothing really fits well. Even though there are not many major seams or large elements, PSR work was considerable. This is not a pleasant build, rather a fight with a lot of compromises and semi-accuracies.
Seriously, if you want a decent 1:100 VF-1, I’d rather recommend the much more modern WAVE kits (including more realistic proportions).
Painting and markings:
The paint scheme for this Super Valkyrie was settled upon before I considered the S-FAST Pack addition: U.N. Spacy’s SVF-124 is authentic, as well as its unique camouflage paint scheme.
The latter is a special scheme for the lunar environment where the unit was originally formed and based, with all-black undersides, a high, wavy waterline and a light grey upper surface, plus some medium grey trim and a few colorful US Navy style markings and codes.
My core reference is a ‘naked’ bread-and-butter VF-1A of SVF-124 in Fighter mode, depicted as a profile in a VF-1 source book from SoftBank Publishing. The colors for the FAST Pack elements are guesstimates and personal interpretations, though, since I could not find any reference for their look in this unit.
As a side note, another, later SVF-124 aircraft in a similar design is included as an option in a limited edition 1:72 VF-22S kit from Hasegawa, which is backed by CG pics in a VF-22 source book from Softbank, too.
Furthermore, SVF-124 finds mention in a Japanese modeler magazine, where the aforementioned VF-22S kit was presented in 2008. So there must be something behind the ‘Moon Shooters’ squadron.
According to the Hasegawa VF-22S’s painting instructions, the underside becomes black and the upper surfaces are to be painted with FS36270 (with some darker fields on the VF-22, though, similar to the USAF F-15 counter-shaded air superiority scheme, just a tad darker).
Due to the 1:100 scale tininess of my VF-1, I alternatively went for Revell 75 (RAL 7039), which is lighter and also has a brownish hue, so that the resulting aircraft would not look too cold and murky, and not resemble an USAF aircraft.
All FAST Pack elements were painted in a uniform dark grey (Humbrol 32), while some subtle decorative trim on the upper surfaces, e.g. the canopy frame, an anti-glare panel and a stripe behind the cockpit and decoration trim on the wings’ upper surfaces, was added with Revell 77 (RAL 7012). Overall, colors are rather dull, but IMHO very effective in the “landscape” this machine is supposed to operate, and the few colorful markings stand out even more!
The cockpit interior was painted in a bluish grey, with reddish brown seat cushions (late 70ies style!), and the landing gear became all white. For some added detail I painted the wings’ leading edges in a mustard tone (Humbrol 225, Mid Stone).
The kit received some weathering (black ink wash, drybrushing on panels) and extra treatment of the panel lines – even though the FAST Pack elements hide a lot of surface or obscure view.
More color and individuality came with the markings. The standard decals like stencils or the U.N. Spacy insignia come from the kit’s and some other VF-1s’ OOB sheets.
Based on the SVF-124 VF-1 profile and taking the basic design a bit further, I used dull red USAF 45° digits for the 2nd flight leader’s “200” modex and the Apollo Base’s code “MA” on the dorsal boosters. Some discreet red trim was also applied to the FAST Packs – but only a little.
Since all of SVF-124’s aircraft are rumored to carry personal markings, including nose art and similar decorations, I tried to give this VF-1JS a personal note: the pin-up badges on the dorsal boosters come from a Peddinghouse decal sheet for Allied WWII tanks, placed on a silver roundel base. Unfortunately (and not visible before I applied them) the pin-up decal was not printed on a white basis, so that the contrast on the silver is not very strong, but I left it that way. Additionally, the tagline “You’re a$$ next, Jerry” (which IS printed in opaque white…?) was added next to the artwork – but it’s so tiny that you have to get really close to decipher it at all…
Finally, after some soot stains around the exhausts and some vernier nozzels with graphite, the kit received a coat of matt acrylic varnish.
Building this vintage VF-1 kit took a while and a lot of effort, but I like the result: with the S-FAST Pack, the elegant VF-1 turned into a massive space fighter hulk! The normal Super Valkyries already look very compact and purposeful, but this here is truly menacing. Especially when standing on its own feet/landing gear, with its nose-down stance and the small, original wheels, this thing reminds of a Space Shuttle that had just landed.
Good that I recently built a simple VF-1 fighter as a warm-up session. ARII’s kit #70 is not a pleasant build, rather a fight with the elements and coupled with a lot of compromises – if you want a Super Valkyrie Fighter in 1:100, the much more modern WAVE kit is IMHO the better option (and actually not much more pricey than this vintage collector’s item). But for the vintage feeling, this exotic model kit was just the right ticket, and it turned, despite many weaknesses and rather corny details, into an impressive fighter. Esp. the lunar camouflage scheme looks odd, but very unique and purposeful.
Anyway, with so many inherent flaws of the ARII kit, my former method of converting a pure (and much more common) Gerwalk kit into a space-capable VF-1 fighter is not less challenging and complicated than trying to fix this OOB option into a decent model. :-/
7 Random (boring) Facts about me :
1. I have 6 pillows in my bed, sometimes they take all the space but I'm not complaining.
2. I made a promise to myself to learn at least one musical instrument a year. I did flute, guitar, (barely beginner level) piano and bass. And right now, I only remember how to play guitar. And I am not even confident I play good! LOL.
3. I love the beach but I don't know how to swim. And I go loco over beautiful papers and boxes.
4. My fantasy job is to be a member of CSI or one of the profilers in ala Criminal Minds. Teehee!
5. I was supposed to be named Charles as my parents were expecting a boy. But to their delight, a girl came out. And thus named Dianne, from Princess D.
6. I only have one sister and she's studying back home. So every summer break I kidnap her to spend a month with me here in Singapore.
7. I got lost in the City when I was barely 4 years old. I was with my grandma and somehow I lost my hold on her hand and wandered off on my own. I just followed the traffic of people,just consttantly looking up on the play of lights, craning my little neck towards the land of the giants. It didn't entered my mind how lost I was until it was already getting dark, and I was probably getting hungry. Then I began to cry, and I saw a young couple and they asked for my name and my address. Good thing my parents taught me well that I was able to say my full name and my complete address. They took me to our home and I was reunited with my worried parents. I swear, I will let my future kids memorize their address down to their blood type!
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First 7 days down, I hope I can finish till 365! Good luck! I'll just drown myself with inspiration from you my flickr friends! A million thanks for the views, comments and faves. Gracias!
After Dark Photo “tagged” me today, so I’m going along with this thing in order to be a good sport :-)
Here are sixteen things that most people don’t know about me.
1.I am British. I was born in England, and I hold a UK passport. Most people here in the U.S. are surprised to know this when they meet me because I don’t have a British accent anymore. I waited 27 years before I became a naturalized US citizen. I never considered myself to be American until the day after 9/11.
2.I can only do my British accent when I’m drunk, or when I’m visiting relatives in Britain. So, don’t bother asking unless you’ve got booze with you.
3.Liz McLarnon of the popular UK band Atomic Kitten is my second cousin.
4.I was born directly across the street from Henry VIII’s palace at Hampton Court. I was actually born in the building that used to be Cardinal Wolsey’s home. Wolsey moved in there when Henry VIII kicked him out of the palace because he refused to annul Henry’s marriage to Catherine of Aragon. This event (the split with Cardinal Wolsey, not my birth) lead to Henry’s split with the Roman Catholic Church, and the creation of the Anglican Church.
5.When I was seventeen, I caught a burglar breaking into my house. I recognized him because he lived nearby, so I let him run away. Then I called the police and gave them a description of the punk. The officer caught him within fifteen minutes, after chasing him through the woods. At the time I was very angry at the kid. But I later learned that he turned his life around after that event, so I stopped poking needles in his voodoo doll.
6.I got rejected from my first choice for college (Cornell). That really ticked me off, so I had to settle for my second choice: UC Berkeley. That was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
7.I really do believe that good things come out of crises. This has happened to me so many times, I’ve stopped keeping track of it. I don’t know what’s going to come out of the current global economic crisis, but I’m really hoping that this year won’t break my perfect record.
8.I had an uncle in England who collected gold. His kids called him Gold Finger. Over time, every metal thing in their house eventually became gold-plated, including the knives, forks, spoons, sink faucets, and even the shower door frame. My cousins warned me not to remove my watch when I went to sleep at my aunt and uncle’s house, otherwise I would wake up in the morning to find that it had been gold-plated. My uncle once showed me a horse statue that he had melded from sold gold. It was about fourteen inches long. A hunk of solid gold that big really does have a strange energy when you hold it in your hands. I could never describe that feeling, but I’ll never forget what it felt like.
9.I once had amebic dysentery while I was backpacking through Europe. I collapsed in the middle of the train station in Luzanne, Switzerland. Nobody would help me because they thought I was on drugs. My friend had to get the multi-lingual lady from the information booth to convince the police that I wasn’t on drugs. An ambulance ride, plus a visit to the Swiss ER, plus one night in a very nice hospital cost only $1600.
10.On my first open water SCUBA boat dive, my roommate told me that I should drink as much water as possible before we got to the dive site. Then, I was supposed to pee into my wetsuit as soon as I jumped into the water. This keeps the cold water from rushing into your suit (Don’t say, “Oh, gross!” All SCUBA divers do this). Unfortunately, I drank too much water, then they wouldn’t let me into the water until my dive buddy was ready, and he was taking FOREVER to get ready. I was all suited up, with my tank and weight belt, standing on deck, and I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I had to let it out inside my wetsuit while I was standing on deck with all of the other divers. That started out fine, but once my left leg and my left bootie were full, it started leaking out all over the deck of the boat. Unfortunately, the other divers were all beginners and they were so absorbed fumbling around with their own equipment, that nobody noticed what I was doing.
11.One time I thought I was going to drown when I was SCUBA diving near the Channel Island in Southern California. My regulator suddenly stopped working while I was 60’ feet down. I switched to my octopus regulator (the backup), and it didn’t work, either. I prepared myself mentally for a ditch (which is dangerous) as I started swimming towards the surface. At 30’, my regulator started working again. About one minute later, it stopped again. After I got to the surface I realized that I had set up my regulator valve incorrectly. Instead of opening it all the way and then closing it back half a turn, I had accidentally only opened it half a turn from being completely closed, so it worked fine with the tank was full, but it shut down once some of the air was used up. It’s amazing that the YMCA didn’t revoke my C-card.
12.A few years ago, my wife was out of town and I was home alone with a terrible cold. I took a double dose of NyQuil to get to sleep. At 2AM I woke up when someone was banging on my door. I answered the door wearing nothing but my briefs. There were three policemen at the door, and they wanted to talk to me. Apparently some sixteen year-old girl in Oklahoma City had run away from home, and her parents suspected that she was with a sexual predator. For some reason (I never found out why), the Oklahoma City police found my address on her personal computer, so they had asked my local police department to check me out. After a few uncomfortable questions (beginning with, “Sir, could you please put some clothes on?”), they were convinced it was all a mix-up. There’s more funny stuff to this story, but I won’t bore you with it right now.
13.I believe in ghosts. I’ve never experienced the ghost of a person, but I have experienced the ghosts of abandoned buildings. That’s one of the reasons that night photography appeals to me.
14.I hate flying. I’m not afraid of flying, but I’m 6’4” so I’m never comfortable in the steerage section. The most crowded seat I ever had was on a nine-hour British Airways flight to London. I spent about half of that overnight flight standing in the back of the cabin chatting with people who were waiting in line for the toilet.
15.I was once on a DC-10 that sucked a few seagulls into the engine just as we lifted off from the runway. I thought we were going to die. In the end, I had to spend the night sleeping on the floor of the old terminal in Newark, NJ. During that night, I kept wondering if I would have been better if we had crashed :-)
16.My wife and I are either god-parents, legal guardians or promised guardians to about ten children. I say “about” because our legal status isn’t completely clear with some of the children.
Gave Yasmin's hair a wash & condition and the nylon's texture is much better.
The odd thing about her, Jade & Cloe is that, for dolls that have been sitting around at TRU for a year and a half, their boxes have barely any shelf wear. Also, their little instruction books are not in English but Russian. (?)
During 1981 we made a couple of trips to the Great Central Railway to see the Great Northern Sterling Single, Locomotive No 1.
I have no record of the actual dates other than a recollection that one trip we made in the winter and the other the following Autumn.
16 Random things about me
1) I swore I would not do this! As you can see, I don't take myself too seriously!
2) Here I sit, trying to find something interesting about myself! I find that awfully hard to do!
3) I'm a proud mother of 2 wonderful young adults! My 35 year old stepson, that I helped raise from the age of 7, and my 17 year old daughter. It took me 9 years to conceive. Lost a child after 7 years of trying, then boom, got pregnant!
4) I think I have a funny sense of humor...I laugh at myself a lot!
5) I'm a klutz! I can't begin to tell you how many times I've fallen down, especially at concerts! The last time was at a "Keb Mo" concert, and I fell head first down some really steep, carpeted balcony steps. After about the 10th step, an ambulance was called, and they took me out back to check me over! Very embarrassing to say the least! I had rug burns from my forehead to my knees! Bled a bit, and was very sore the next day!
6) Anyone that knows anything about me, knows I love my wine in the evenings! Pinot please!
7) I'm a cancer survivor. As of January 30th, I will be cancer free for four years!
8) I believe in the power of prayer!
9) I'm a loner! Love having the house to myself. I don't socialize very often, except with family. Not sure why, I just like it that way! I don't like unannounced company!
10) I have good luck with cars! I bought a 1995 Altima in 95, and after $6,000.00 in payments, someone screwed up at the finance company, and sent me a clear and free title! I still owed at least $10,000 on it! Go figure! I didn't call the finance company, would you have? When Kelli (daughter) turned 17, I gave it to her, and bought my Mom's PT Cruiser, 2002, 47,000 miles on it for $1000.00 dollars (she only wanted $600, but, I insisted on the extra $400)
11) I'm finding this harder and harder to list!!!!!!!
12) I'm a lover of nature, and animals of all kinds!
13) I've always wanted to work with down syndrom children, or primates, but have never checked in to it! On my "To do list" I would love to volunteer somewhere, but, I procrastinate too much!
14) Photography feels like my form of meditation to me! Very peaceful and calming, especially after a stressful day!
15) I worry about everything, and anything! If I don't have something to worry about, I worry!
16) I loath vacuuming! I'll do anything to get out of it! But, I loath a dirty floor as well........Wish I had a maid!
Tagged by, Kathy! Her 16 things here! www.flickr.com/photos/14478005@N03/3140137348/
I would like your participation in selecting which egg photo looks better ! You can choose multiple photos or just one. I would gladly appreciate some words to explain your choice. Definitely, will learn more from your opinions/selection than looking/staring at the photos myself = ) ...
I take 30-50 shots of 1 thing, I enjoy taking the photo but when it comes to choosing the one or two to share/display it here... its confusing / and difficult ...
all this 10 shots was not cropped nor edited.
fyi : this is the same egg used to make the egg omelette in Sushi (before i cracked it)
They are very similar to each other ...
My own individual opinions of each photo ....
Egg 1 : i like the reflective ring around the egg
Egg 2 : reminds me of mickey's logo
Egg 3 : "mrs egg really sweating before i crack her up "
Egg 4 : well to be honest it looks like someone's butt
Egg 5 : similar to Egg 4, but the shadow is different
Egg 6 : there's a connection
Egg 7 : ... and it leaked ...
Egg 8 : smiling face with nose
Egg 9 : tilted smiling face
Egg 10 : whole tilted smiling face
I use Nutriplus Organic Selenium eggs.
If you would like to comment on all the 10 photos,
kindly copy and paste the below to the comments box.
Egg 1 :
Egg 2 :
Egg 3 :
Egg 4 :
Egg 5 :
Egg 6 :
Egg 7 :
Egg 8 :
Egg 9 :
Egg 10 :
Looks like egg number 1 is the Winner ! Thank you !
BOX DATE: 2014
MANUFACTURER: Mattel
DOLLS IN LINE: Kitty; Apple; Lizzie; Madeline;Raven; Courtly Jester
MISSING ITEMS: Shoe, cuff, dress, jacket, earrings, collar, ring
PERSONAL FUN FACT: I knew right away that this headband and purse were made for an Ever After High doll when I found them in 2019. What you see here was all in a large ziploc we purchased at the local flea market for $1. I was intrigued by the headband and purse immediately, and these two items were the main reason I wanted the bag in the first place. I had a feeling they were connected, but I couldn't think of who they would have been sold with. One of the nice things about Monster High and Ever After High dolls is that they have very character specific stuff. This makes narrowing down unidentified things much easier, because certain color schemes and symbols were used for specific dolls. The pocket watch/purse reminded me of Madeline Hatter or my Ashlynn doll's purse. It turns out that it was made for the Way Too Wonderland line, which is Alice in Wonderland inspired. I also knew that this cuff was important, because I have other dolls in my collection with the same mold. While I don't have anything extremely usable right now, like say the pair of shoes or the outfit, I am still really grateful to have gotten these tiny components. This kind of tiny accessorizing is usually what is missing from a used doll! So perhaps one day I will find a Way Too Wonderland Apple who needs these items.
Again... Sooo here are ten more random things about me:)
1. I am very happy with this photo and how it turned out... though I look weird..:)
2. I saw the Last Song today and I LOVED IT!
3. Though Miley Cyrus cannot act at all!
4. I have a frame that has the definition of "LOL" on it and I have yet to put a picture in it.
5. I love polka dots!!!
6. I love photographing dogs (more specifically MY DOG!)
7. I think I post to many pictures on flickr at a time.. I need to stop posting so much!
8. I love editing my eyes in my photos
9. I LOVE SPIDER-MAN!!!! :)
10. I lost my mouse (computer mouse) on the way home from my grandmas and I NEED IT!! :\
Explore #381 Feb 1 2009
I've been tagged (for like three weeks ago or something...) by storeknut: www.flickr.com/photos/storeknut/, and I guess I'll just give this a go... The challenge goes like this (for those of you who don't know): “You're being tagged. Use any photo you like, and tell us 16 random things about yourself, and add it to the "I've been tagged group" I've Been Tagged! (New Game - 16 Random Things about you!)”
Let's go:
1. I'm a 29 year old teacher.
2. I think kids are wonderful creatures.
3. I don't know much about photography, only that I love it.
4. I'm addicted to flickr.
5. I'm also addicted to music and films.
6. I lived in Bergen for seven years, and I loved it.
7. Last summer I moved back to Ålvundfjord where I grew up.
8. I think Ålvundfjord is the most beautiful place on earth: www.flickr.com/photos/sigrid_ulv/3241769254/
9. According to storeknut, I'm too fond of macro photos.
10. I don't care.
11. I play the piano, and I think I'm good at it.
12. I think my pupils think I'm a bit weird sometimes, but I'm not sure...
13. I've been to four Bruce Springsteen concerts (and I love Clarence Clemmons' sax-solos).
14. But it's Tom Waits that I really love.
15. I'm a perfectionist.
16. This is one of my favourite songs ever: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aymP-q_PsPM
Talyllyn Railway no. 6 Douglas (Andrew Barclay Sons & Co. Ltd. 1431, built in 1918), running as Airservice Constructional Corps No. 1, runs up the valley about half a mile east of Brynglas with a passenger train.
Taken towards the end of the first day of a three-day photo charter organised by David Williams.
To see my non-transport pictures, visit www.flickr.com/photos/137275498@N03/.
Being a little land-locked, it's not possible to go beach combing in Long Eaton and urban combing is probably the next best thing. Here are lots of bits and peices I recovered from my garden whilst digging the mud and also a few odds and ends from my walks with the dog.
Omg ok two amazing things happened today.
1. I got my SLR camera, the beautiful Canon EOS 550D, it is so so pretty, wont get to use her till xmas day tho.
2. I got featured on this new Irish Blog pufferfish.ie that post work by independent artists from all over Ireland. Im over the moon, never thought something like this would ever happen to me. They found me through my flikr, I didnt even have to do anything.
Happy Tuesday Everyone :)
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English and Italian - Both
1. I don't like to drink alchool .. except, you know, champagne at Christmas and New Year. Rarely a bear or wine.. I guess 1 or 2 cup in a year. I don't like to smoke! I don't like drugs.
I don't like to drink coffie... well... I like coffie in the milk, in the tiramisu' ... in cappuccino or something like that. Why? 'cause in the begining coffie's taste is good. But then .. I don't like the taste in mouth after a few of min.
non mi piace bere alcool, raramente, molto, champagne, vino o birra. odio il fumo e le droghe. E .. non mi piace il sapore del caffe'. Cioe' mi piace il caffè, ma se con altre cose.. tipo il latte o il tiramisu..... il sapore del caffe' inizialmente e' buono, ma dopo non mi piace il sapore che lascia.
2. Often... very often.. I do things, I buy things, I think things, I go in places... just only beacause I've a mental flahed of a.. PHOTO! I take photos to things I like..
spesso faccio cose, compero cose, penso cose e vado in posti.. solo perche'.. voglio fare foto..! Vengo flashato mentalmente dall'immagine della foto..... ! faccio foto a cose che mi piacciono.. mi colpiscono..
3. my lil sister is my favorite toy! I know.. I've just say that... but here there are three brief story about my sister (mia
sorella è il mio giocattolo preferito! Lo so .. l'ho detto, ma adesso con 3 racconti vi faccio capire perche'...)
- you've already know (about story with clocks read here), but I'm sure you don't know this other story. Once while I was at computer she's asked me: "michele, what's this? and what's this? and what's this? and this?" ... after a milions of questions, she's touching the buttom of the PC audio and I replied to her " nooooooooooooo Annalisa, don't push this button .. this is the button of selfdistruciton!"! She said: "no, it's not true!! there isn't a selfdistrucion button" ... and I replied: "whaaaaaaat?! yeeees, it's true!! You don't know anything 'cause this is a secret! Only older people know about this secret! When you'll grow up there will be a misterious and very top secret ceremony! You'll be catch and you'll be bring in a deep cave... in there there every mummy and every daddy says to thier childen about "THE SECRET OF SELFDISTRUTION BUTTON"... ! Every object have a secreat seldistruction buttom.. bread, chair, glasses, computers and also people! But you know.. it's a dangerous thing.. for this reason is secret!" ... and she said: "noooooooo.. I don't bellliiiiiivie you!" ... haha! After 10 minutes she's came back to me to ask me: "miiiiichele, is it true about secret selfdestruction button? it's not truuueeee.., really?" .. ahahahahahah!!
I'm laughing yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!
gia sapete della storia degli orologi... ( .. per la storia degli orologi leggi qua
... ) .. ma forse non sapete che quando era più piccola, mia sorella, all'età di 4-5 anni veniva sempre da me quando ero al pc! A me non piace essere disturbato quando sono al pc! Lei iniziava con un delirio di domande... "cosa e' questo, cosa e' quello..." ... una volta, indicando il pulsante verde delle casse audio del computer dissi: "noooooooo, annalisa, non lo toccare! quello e' il pulsante di autodistruzione!! non va mai toccato o tutto si distrugge!"... lei inizialmente non ci credette... e io ribadii "eh, mia piccola e dolce sorellina, tu non lo sai, ma ogni cosa ha il pulsante di autodistruzione... il pane, la pasta, il computer, le persone, gli orologi, le sedie... quando sarai grande, ci sara' una cerimonia segreta.. a 18 anni ti prendono, ti mettono un cappuccio in testa e ti portano in una caverna prooooooooooooooonda e ti svelano il segreto dei pulsanti ell'autodistruzione!" .. e lei: "nooo non ci credo!" .. e se ne va! dopo 5 minuti torna e mi dice: "michele e' vero che non esistono i pulsanti di autodistruzione?" .. dahahhahaha
- When my sister was younger, about 4 or 5 yo, once I was on the couch layed down.. and I asked to her: "annalisa, do you love me?" and she said: "yes, sure"! and I ask: "how much do you love me?"! she said: "just like that". And I asked: "only just like that?"! She: "noo.. from here to the stars". And I asked: "if you love me so much, would you like to do something for me?"! Annalisa: "yes, sure.. what?" .. and I asked:" would you please go to the bathroom and do pee for me? I'm tired and I don't want to get up ... " .. ! when she was on the toilet she asked me: "Micheleee.. I can't, I don't have to do pee..." and I replyed to
her: "ohhhh nooooooooooooowwww.. try betteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer..." ... hhahahahahahahahahh
sempre quando era piccola, una volta non avevo di alzarmi ed ero coricato sul divano! rilasso totale!! c'era la mia sorellina li vicino.. seduta e ad un certo punto.. le dissi: "Annalisa, mi vuoi bene?" e lei: "si".. e io "ma quanto mi vuoi bene?" e lei: "tanto cosi'" e io: "ma come? solo?" e lei: "allora fino alle stelle". E io: "e se mi vuoi cooooooooosi' tanto bene, la faresti una cosa per me?" e lei: "si" e io: "guarda che e' importante! e' difficile, ma se mi vuoi bene e ti sforzi la fai per me" e lei: "va bene"... e io: "mi scappa, la pipi'.. andresi in bagno a farla per me? non ho voglia di alzarmi".... Lei si alza va in
bagno.. si siede e dopo un po' sento: "michele, ma come faccio? a me non mi scappa!" ... dahhahadhahahah e io, mentre morivo dalle risate, :"maddaaai forzati un pochetto.. non mi vuoi bene?" ... hahahaha
- when she was very very young... 2 or 3 year old, I use to put her pacifier in the nutella, honey, marmalade .... she's never cried with me.. looooooooooooool! This is brother love!! oh yeaaaaaaah! :) haha
quando era piccola per evitare che mia sorella piangesse prendevo il ciuccio e lo annegavo nel miele, nella nutella e nella marmellata.. FUNZIONAVA.. non piageva mai con me! ahahahah AMMOOOORE FRATERNO!
- Ok ok .. I've told three... but the four it comes itself.. :)
once.. I've decided to use computer...! I didn't want she come with me... I didn't want to bug from her! So I said: "annalisaaaaaaaaaa... don't move from the couch! stay there and watch cartooooooooooon.. 'cause I have to go to an important mission! I'm near.. in my room ... but.. all around of the sofa' there are a lot of sharks.. so .. DON'T MOOOVE! I'll back soon as a winner.. ok?! :) ahahah
ok, avevo detto 3, ma la 4 vien da se..! Una volta volevo andare al pc e starmene in pace... senza che la sorella venisse a rompere.. così le dissi: "annalisa, stai ferma sul divano! non scendere! io vado a fare una missione pericolosa! tu non scendere che tutto intorno ci sono gli squali e se scendi dal divano ti mangiano! Tu stai li e guarda i cartoni.. " ... dahahahah!! :=)
others things on me:
1. here
2. here
My lovely Lisa from Ana Salvador, thanks darling!! <3
This doll is so beautiful, Ana is very talented and I am so happy to have this doll (and she is Lisa number 1, I am so lucky!!).
I hope you like the face-up I did for her. Maybe I will search other wig for her, anyway I am happy with the result :D
pd: Dress by dollyboutique and flowers by fantasy queens.
Holiday toes next to the tree. I figured at some point I'd run out of ideas and start taking pictures of my fingers and toes, at least I avoided it for this long.
Happy December!
10 Things About Me
1. I love Khatam. The picture above is one of my jewelry boxes.
From Wiki: Khatam is a Persian version of marquetry, artforms
made by decorating the surface of wooden articles with delicate
pieces of wood, bone and metal precisely-cut geometrical shapes.
Khatam kari is the art of crafting a Khatam. Common materials
used in the construction of inlaid articles are gold, silver, brass,
aluminum and twisted wire. Artworks with smaller inlaid pieces
are generally more highly valued.
2. I’m LOVING my new iPhone. Hi, my name is Marcie and I'm an AppAholic!
3. I’m a Southern California native...born and raised and I’ve never
lived anywhere else.
4. I’ve had my own business since I was 24 and I’m now 42.
5. I’m not very good at following rules sometimes. My mother raised
me to follow the rules but after almost 20 years of being my own boss,
I find it difficult to walk to any beat that’s not my own.
6. I got a red light ticket last year that cost me $455! Did the traffic school
online.
7. I love butter! Always have to buy unsalted because that way, you have better control
over the salinity of your dish. Plus, salted butter lasts longer on the shelf so if you
buy unsalted, you’re generally getting a fresher product.
8. I hate paperwork but just started using Excel so I can keep better tax records for the biz. So far, it seems to be pretty cool and I think it’s going to be so much easier doing taxes at the end of the year!
9. I once had a stalker. An old boyfriend who just couldn’t let go. He called and
threatened me for months at work....favorite phrase was "I'm going to carve your face up bitch!".....needless to say, I was pretty freaked out for about a year of my life. He seems to have settled down as I passed him in the Costco about 15 years ago and he didn't bother me then, or since.
10. I don't use a DSLR...I have a Leica D-Lux 4 and love the small, compact size with high quality lens.
1. I used flowers, a bush, my phone 2. I brought flowers to use for the photoshoot and then I put them in a bush surrounded by flowers 3. I put the flowers in the bush because it looked aesthetic.
This unit is installed in a house in West Virginia. It was never cleaned, painted, runs 24/7 and still works great! It is 14000 BTUs, has 55 oz of R22 and runs on 115 Volts. It only draws 12 amps so it pulls 1380 watts giving it an EER of 10.1! I told them to clean it out and never replace it! Outside pic
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1. I'm 16
2. I do Acro (gymnastics and dance mix.
3. My favorite shows are Ninjago , The Flash, and Girl Meets world.
4. My favorite movie is Spiderman:Homecoming
5. I read 24/7
6. I'm a cat and a dog person
7. I like action movies to chick flicks.
8. I am related to Sacaguwea (Pocahontas)
9. I prefer pants to dresses and skirts
10. I am a Christian
11. I am homeschooled
12. I love to eat Beef Stroganoff
13. I LOVE to drink Brisk
14. I have a dog named Chloe
15. I volunteer to help out with kids a lot
16. I help at the library
17. I have Musically
18. I fear the dark and geese (and swans)
19. I wear glasses
20. I love to doodle
Ive been tagged...
1.I lived my first 2 years in a 2 room log cabin
2.I have dimples
3. I have not had a pic taken of myself in 5 years, and the last one was my work ID.
4. I love snow!
5. I cannot measure accurately or draw or a straight line. EVER.
6. I used to sew my kids clothes before they got old enough to refuse to wear them.
7. I play piano-or I used to......
8.My favorite TV show is 24.
9. I have been to a star trek convention
10. I have been married 20 plus years, my hubby lived down the block from me our whole lives, we live within a block of our childhood homes.
11.I would go skydiving in a heartbeat.
12.I want to see the great pyramid
13. My fave musical is West Side Story
14. I love to cook! really, I do!
15. I hate to do laundry, especially socks.
16. I am going to regret posting these pictures.....
All of these are photographs from my final project in ARTs260, photo 1. I had 10 different shots with 10 different models each doing their own interpretation of what the phrase "Tragically Hip" means to them.
The first shot was a glamor, close up, which was then printed out and strategically placed in the next shot. That next shot then was backed away to reveal the studio and the lighting used to create that feel. It is to represent how at times people try to hard, are too into something, or do something they do not believe in and sometimes just need to take a step back to look at the bigger picture.
These are the results.
This is another view of the Frioul archipelago.
HDR from 3 Raw @ -1|0|+1
Canon EOS 7D with EF-S 17-55mm f/2.8 IS @ 24mm; 1/100th|1/50th|1/25th; f/16; iso100
Union of South Africa sits on static display at Platform 1. I must admit, I was moved a bit, at the end of an era.
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I have too many Tonight Alive photos that I want to post. Here: have two in one.
Vans Warped Tour 2012
The Flats at Molson Amphitheatre
Toronto, ON
July 15th, 2012
PRINT SHOP | Tumblr | Drop Volt Media | Harmonic Series | Into The Crowd
I have been tagged a few times so better do this....16 random facts about me:
1. I am the youngest *by 3 minutes* of 4 children. I have a twin sister and 2 older brothers.
2. I am still scared of the dark.
3. I think all.the.time...it never stops!
4. One of my biggest fears is getting cancer, I have always had this feeling for as long as I can remember I am going to get it.
5. This is hard!
6. I am a comfy undie girl...not into the sexy ones that go up my bum!
7. Saying 'no' is hard for me.
8. The Golden Gate bridge is a dream of mine - I am desperate to see it!
9. Don't put me in small spaces, I panic big time!
10. In high school I was voted "the first to own my own business" in my group of friends, instead I was the first to have a baby. But now, the first to have my own business also!
11. Sorry these are so boring.
12. The heat makes me cranky. DH quietly goes and puts the a/c on ;)
13. I cry a lot, sometimes I don't know why...but it feels better after!
14. I enrolled into University - for one day. Never went back.
15. I love Friday nights.
16. Thanks for reading xx
On November 1, I went for a bike ride, taking with me a CANON 5D with three old manual lenses, and a Panasonic DMC-LX3 point-and-shoot camera. Today I’m posting photos from Panasonic DMC-LX3.
1. I used my phone to take this photo
2. The idea of the photo was to fill the frame and shoot from far back. To accomplish this I used the heal tool in snapseed to give it the effect.
3. I took this photo low to the ground to capture the aerodynamic look of the car.
L'estadi del Futbol Club Barcelona s'ubica al barri barceloní de les Corts, en terreny adquirit el 1950 adjacent a la Maternitat. Amb una capacitat per a 98787 espectadors, té la màxima qualificació (5 estrelles) que la FIFA pot atorgar a un estadi per acollir partits de futbol i és l'estadi amb mes capacitat d'Europa.
Sota la presidència de Francesc Miró-Sans, el 14 de novembre de 1953 s'engega el projecte del Camp Nou. La primera pedra és posada el 28 de març de 1954, pel mateix Miró-Sans, el cap del "Govern Civil de Barcelona" i l'arquebisbe de Barcelona, Gregorio Modrego, que beneeix l'indret. Després d'aquesta etapa simbòlica, la concepció de l'estadi és confiada als arquitectes Francesc Mitjans i Miró, cosí del president Miró-Sans, i Josep Soteras Mauri, amb la col·laboració de Lorenzo García-Barbón. El projecte és acabat un any més tard, quan el club confia la construcció a la societat d'edificis Ingar SA. Els treballs han de durar divuit mesos, els costos se s'eleven més de quatre vegades a les previsions per arribar a 288 milions de pessetes. A través d'hipoteques i préstecs, el club pot acabar el projecte però s'endeuta pesadament, per a diversos anys. Finalment, el 24 de setembre de 1957, el Camp Nou és inaugurat. Una missa solemne presidida per l'arquebisbe, que beneeix l'estadi acabat, precedeix l'Hallelujah de El Messies de Händel. El partit de futbol inaugural fou jugat per Barça i una selecció de Varsòvia, guanyant els culers per 4 a 2.
Ha estat l'escenari de grans esdeveniments esportius, com la inauguració del Mundial de Futbol de 1982, la final de la competició de futbol dels Jocs Olímpics de 1992 i finals de les diferents competicions nacionals i europees de futbol. També ha acollit grans concerts, com els de Lluís Llach el 1985, Frank Sinatra, Michael Jackson, Julio Iglesias o el d'Amnistia Internacional el 1988, els Tres Tenors el 1997, Bruce Springsteen i U2 en diverses ocasions i, fins i tots, misses, com la del Papa Joan Pau II el 1982.
FC Barcelona, 5 - Granada CF, 3
El 20 de març de 2012 es va jugar al Camp Nou de Barcelona un partit corresponent a la jornada 29 de la lliga espanyola de Primera Divisió entre el FC Barcelona i el Granada CF, que acabà amb victòria catalana per 5 a 3, i que serà recordat per ser el partit en que Leo Messi, amb un altre hat-trick, primer va igualar i després superar el rècord de gols oficials amb el Barça que posseïa César Rodríguez.
L'alineació del Barça van ser Víctor Valdés; Alves, Piqué, Puyol, Adriano (Mascherano, 46'); Keita, Xavi, Thiago (Iniesta, 72'); Cuenca, Alexis (Tello, 72') i Messi. La del Granada fou Julio César; Cortés, Mainz, Borja Gómez, Siqueira; Jara (Uche, 46'), Moisés Hurtado (Abel Gómez, 70'), Mikel Rico, Dani Benítez; Martins; Ighalo (Geijo, 78').
La relació dels golejadors fou Xavi Hernández (1-0, 4'), Messi (2-0, 17'), Mainz (2-1, 55'), Siqueira (penal, 2-2, 62'), Messi (3-2, 67'), Tello (4-2, 82'), Messi (5-2, 86') i Siqueira (penal, 5-3, 89').
L'àrbitre fou el càntabre José Antonio Teixeira Vitienes, que mostrà targes grogues a Ighalo (8'), Dani Benítez (34'), Keita (48'), Cortés (59'), Alves (61' i 88'), Moisés Hurtado (63'), Borja (65'), Mascherano (88'), Geijo (90'+1) i a Abel Gómez (90'+3). Va excloure del partit a Alves per doble amonestació en el minut 88.
Van assistir al partit 62461 espectadors en un partit corresponent a la vint-i-novena jornada de Primera Divisió i es guardà un minut de silenci en memòria d'Estanislau Basora, el darrer component que encara estava viu de la mítica davantera del Barça de les Cinc Copes que inmortalitzà Joan Manuel Serrat en la seva cançó Temps era temps (Basora, César, Kubala, Moreno i Manchón).
a little break from the series.......
was originally planning on buying the 50 1.0 as a birthday/christmas gift to myself! =P BUT ran into some car issues with my nissan=(, so had to postpone that purchase and got myself a honda instead. =P
hope everyone has a merry christmas!!!
I have been tagged by icantstanyiu
here are my 16 random things....
1. I used to play bass in a band,
2. I love eating good food!
3. I work with kids about 6 to 7 days a week
4. My favorite sport is Volleyball
5. I love beef! Seriously I love beef!all kinds of it!
6. I am trying to change careers and get into the IT industry
7. I love taking photos
8. As a child, I was mostly raised by my grandparents!
9. I am a gear whore! I have G.A.S. = Gear Acquisition Syndrome =P
10.I love comics, grew up reading them, now I can watch all of them since they are now turning all of them into movies
11.I want a French Bulldog
12.I love Father's Office! let me know if you ever want to go
13.My regular drink at Starbucks is a Venti Coffee, double cupped with some half and half
14.I hate going to the gym...but when I get there its all good!
15.Lets go get some sushi!
16.I think secretly I want to change careers from IT and become a photographer! =)
Shot this with a Mamyia RZ67, 80mm lens at F4 1/60th. Kodak TMY400 Developed in XTOL 1:1. I made some silver gel prints of this session. I like the prints better than the scan. The prints are a little more dynamic and no dust.
Bakewell is the location of this Derbyshire Constabulary Mobile Police Office which is carried on a modified Mercedes-Benz Sprinter FJ09 BCU.
Fleet No. - n/a
Reg. No. - FJ09 BCU
Chassis - Mcerdeds-Benz Sprinter 311CDI
Bodywork - Mercedes-Benz
Type - Mobile Police Office.
Please Note:
1 - All images are copyright and must not be used without full permission from myself. All images published on here are my own work and taken on public property unless full permission has been given to enter a premises.
2 - I always try to include some information about the bus or the route in picture to the descriptions, however sometimes information may be listed incorrectly, if so I would be grateful if you could let me know what amendments need to be made.
iPhone 7
Key notes:
1. I’m not a professional photographer.
2. My daughter is not a professional model.
** Feel free to critique me in the comments section...I’m here to learn from everyone.**
Thx - Jason
This photo is from way back when I very first bought Mr. D60.
I was tagged quite awhile back by 4... yes, 4 of my contacts! Since I've done the "10 Facts About Me" thing more than once already, I wasn't planning on participating this time around. However, my current priorities are packing up my room and studying for my exam... so I'm doing this as yet another way to procrastinate.
1. I have a ridiculous love for dill pickles. No, I'm not pregnant, I've loved them my entire life.
2. The sound of cardboard boxes being pushed across concrete floors sends shivers up my spine. Even just typing this out makes me cringe.
3. I make a wish whenever the clock strikes 11:11.
4. Until June of this year, I'd been single for 3 whole years. It taught me to be super independent, but this dating thing is really growing on me.
5. I used to refuse to join Flickr when Ron and Ryan told me to join. Now I use it far more often than either of them. Yes, I'm an addict.
6. I can NOT go to bed without washing my face and brushing my teeth.
7. I can say "I Love You" in 8 languages... teach me more?
8. I can't remember the last time that I watched TV, except for movies.
9. I've lived with my mom for 9 whole months, and I finally move out on Saturday.. I'm going to miss my puppy so much.
10. I'm Canadian, but I've never tried snowboarding or skiing. Possibly this winter. Broken bones highly likely.
pointybunny tagged me for the 16 Things You Don't Know About Me and I may never forgive her. Don't know how interesting this will be, but I'll give it a shot.
1. I am a hyper-insomniac - I've never slept much throughout my life. It's not unusual to go two or three days in a row without sleep. I've went as far as five. My brain never shuts off
2. I have Attention Deficit Disorder - which no doubt adds to my insomnia. Imagine the cartoon character Tasmanian Devil; that's what the inside of my mind is like. And I see it as a blessing not a disorder
3. I'm proud that I have never had to throw a punch
4. I watch at least five movies a week - Netflix should give me stock in their company
5. I've had 3 back surgeries - I can't take pain killers, so I'll be in pain the rest of my life. I don't dwell on it. There are millions of people that suffer more than I can imagine every day.
6. I have over 100,000 baseball cards dating back to 1910 - Starting next month, I'm going to start selling them all. It will be brutal for me to do.
7. I used to work in military intelligence - insert your own joke here
8. yes I am that funny - My sense of humor was directly influenced by Steve Martin and my oldest brother C.E.
9. I want to marry Zhang Ziyi
10. I can't visit a book store or toy store for less than 90 minutes - Every time I walk in them its like the first time
11. I was supposed to play football at Michigan State University - Unfortunately life had a different plan
12. It's impossible for me to be bummed out while listening to Barry White's Greatest Hits - Of course I think that's a universal thing. Try it. Seriously
13. I am addicted to both Gatorade and green tea and I think creme horns should be a separate food group
14. I have a very wide-eyed child-like spirit - But don't make the mistake of thinking I'm immature
15. I'm Batman - I am a Batman freak. Movies,comic books, graphic novels, action figures etc. I even had a little Batmobile I rode in as a kid. I kept my lunch in the trunk
15a. In that same vein, I relate to tortured, solitary figures - Besides Batman, my favorite play is Phantom of the Opera and my favorite book is Frankenstein.
16. I think I would have been a good father - Hey, I already have plenty of toys. If you ever saw me with my cat, Keiko, you'd think I already was a father lol
Ok, so I wanted to share this image. The top one is straight out of the camera and the bottom one is processed in LRCC.
For many there is nothing unusual about this image, but I wanted to explain why I think its worth a look.
First of all, I took this from a restaurant in Port de Pollenca, Mallorca, last Saturday afternoon on my D810, with highlighted weighted metering, ISO 64, focussed in the centre on the white umbrella canopy.
Exposure details: 1/200 sec at f/8.0, ISO 64, 35mm (35.0 mm f/1.8), Manual exposure mode, Highlight Weighted metering.
For the OOC image, notice the dark top & bottom of the image.
My intention here was to test the D810 sensors fabled dynamic range ability to retain details in the shadow area's, and this is pretty incredible.
Here's my LRCC processing:
a) set white balance to 5,500 (OOC value)
b) set white point to +38
c) set black point to +3
d) set highlights to -11
e) set shadows to +1-
f) set exposure to -0.50 (half stop)
g) clarity +21, vibrance +32, saturation +24
h) medium contrast tone curve, plus highlights+4, lights+3, darks-1, shadows-1
i) sharpening 25,1.0, 25,0
j) noise reduction luminance 30,50,0 colour 25,50,50
k) camera calibration adobe standard
l) adjustments using brush to canopy & foreground table +3 exposure, twice, which I make 5.5-stops of detail shadow recovery (2x3-stops = 6 -0.5 (half stop) exposure = 5.5-stops)
The only additional change I made to the camera was to set the fine-tune exposure compensation to +1 (6/6), as reviews had previously stated the Nikon highlight weighted metering implementation was conservative, which appears to be the case here too.
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Based on a true adventures of a rogue active in the waning years of the 1930’s as discovered in the criminal archives of Chatwick University.
Act 1
I begin my tale in the present…
That afternoon a soiree was given as part of the purchase price of the tickets for the annual Autumn Charity Ball to be presented later that evening at the manor’s great house. Since I was alone, I just went mainly for the free food and to rub my elbows with the wealthy guests who would be in happy attendance there, and at the Ball. I was alone, but certainly not bored. There was a game I enjoyed playing to pass the time at these affairs that entailed scoping out by their dress and day jewels worn, those ladies whom would be most likely to be wearing the better costumes and sparklers that evening. It often proved to be a most beneficial insight into the actions and mannerisms of the very rich. I walked amongst the cheerful guests, eying one here ( a lady in satin and pearls) and another there( a high spirited girl with a diamond pin at the throat of her frilly silken blouse). It was as I was passing the latter that the friend she had been talking too (dressed like a vamp), bumped up against me. I caught her, steadying her as they both giggled. I didn’t mind, for the lassie’s too tight satin sheath tea dress had been an enticement to hold, and the gold bracelet that had been dangling from her gloved wrist had been a pleasure to observe. I kissed her gloved hand, rings glittering, as I apologized gallantly for my clumsiness. Her eyes were bright, almost as bright as the twin necklaces of gold that hung swaying down pleasantly from between her ample bosom. I left them, moving on to greener pastures, and it was very green, all of it….
It was then that I detected another pretty lassie. It was her long fiery red hair with falling wispy curls that first captured my attention. She was wearing a fetchingly smart white chiffon party dress that commanded me to acquire a closer examination. She appeared to be a blithe spirit, seemingly content with just being by herself and roaming about with casual elegance, the extensive grounds of the manor proper. I began to discreetly follow her at a distance. Although she did not wear any jewelry, her manner and the eloquent way she moved is what attracted me the most. It would be very interesting to seek her out later that evening and she what she would have chosen to decorate herself with. I followed her as she sojourned into the depths of a traditional English garden with a maze of lushly green trimmed 8 foot high hedges
As I strolled through the hedgerows in her wake I allowed my mind to wander its own course. Suddenly I straightened up, my reverie broken by an epiphany of sorts. I allowed myself to grin and the lady whose enchantment I was swollen up in, at that moment turned, and seeing my beaming smile assumed it was for her and gave me a rather cute nod of her head. I answered in same, as I headed en route to a nearby stone garden bench to allow my thoughts to think through themselves.
But before I go on, allow me the pleasure to sojourn and reminisce about an incident that occurred several years prior:
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I was still working unaided in those days, travelling on to a new next quest that would take me just outside of Surrey.
I had just purchased my train ticket and had seen my luggage safe on board when I decided to rest in the lounge, it being some 45 minutes before allowed to enter personally aboard. Being so early the lounge was almost deserted, only one other occupant. I assumed she was waiting for someone on an incoming train due to the fact she carried no luggage. She was obviously well off, well dressed in satins and lace, and her jewels shone magnificently in the dim lights. Especially one of her rings, noticeably lying loosely around a finger, it sparkled with an expensive brilliance. I had seen one like it in a tiffanies store, worth almost 250 pounds. But she did not appreciate the show her jewelry was putting on under the lounge lights, for she was fast asleep.
I circled around her, aiming for a seat next to her, eyeing her and her possessions carefully. I noticed her purse had fallen off her lap and lay on the floor. An idea popped into my head, and I picked the purse up, and looked around carefully, before placing my plan into action. But I was thwarted as an older, matronly lady was spotted heading our way. I slipped the purse into my jacket and moved off before I was noticed. Of course she came in and took the empty seat across form the sleeping princess, and soon busied herself with knitting. As the older lady had sat down, not quietly, the wealthy lady stirred waking up at the noise. I went into a corner and sat, waiting. The two ladies soon fell into conversation; the minute’s ticked by excruciatingly slow. Soon I noticed we even had more company.
He was a lad of only fourteen, but with a devilish look about him that marked him a kindred spirit to meself, and his quick eyes were darting about taking it all in as he stood outside the paned glass window.
It was as the first announcement of boarding the train that I saw a chance for opportunity to strike.
The older lady folded up her knitting and clinching her bag, bid adieu to her new friend,( befuddled a little by the old ladies constant stream of gossip), and headed to the train. I was twenty steps ahead of her and was standing behind the youth as she left the lounge. I tapped him on the shoulder; he looked around at me suspiciously, and then caught sight of the shilling I was holding in front of his nose. I quickly whispered a few words into his ear on how he could earn it, and his grin spread as he bought into my story. I still held onto the shilling as he darted around and inside the lounge. I watched as he ran up behind the lady, circling her, then running in front of her he tripped over her leg, as she helped him up, her hand with the ring reaching down, he turned and spat onto the wrist and sleeve of that hand, than standing he ran away. Running alongside me, I handed him the shilling in passing as he ran off, disappearing in to the street.
I went inside and approached the astonished lady, as she was looking for her purse to get a handkerchief, confused as to its absence, while she held up her soiled hand( ring glittering furiously) in utter disbelief. I approached, catching her attention by the soothing words I uttered to her. I took her hand, unbelieving with her at just had happened, and I as I apologized for the youth of today I produced my own silk handkerchief and starting with her silky sleeve, began to wipe it off, continuing my tirade of displeasure and contempt at what had just occurred to the dear lady as I did so. As I finishing wiping her down, ending with her warm slender fingers, I kissed them, just as the last boarding announcement came over (perfect timing!) I let her go, explaining that I must catch my train. I turned and without looking back made the train just as it was letting off steam before chugging off.
I gained my private carriage just as the train began to lurch away. It wasn’t until after the train began its journey that I casually removed my silk handkerchief from my pocket and unwrapped it carefully, admiring up close the shimmering, valuable tiffany ring that was lying inside. I pocketed it, and then remembered the purse. I took it out and examined its contents: coin and notes equaling a handsome amount, a gold (gilded) case, embroidered lacy handkerchief, small silver flask of perfume, and ( of all things)a large shimmering prism , like one that would have dangled from a fancy crystal chandelier. A prism?, I questioned with interest as I examined it. It was pretty thing, about the circumference of a cricket ball, but shaped like a pendulum, it shimmered and glittered like the most precious of jewels. Why she had it in her purse? I couldn’t guess, and I saw no value in it, so I pocketed it and allowed it to leave my mind.
As I settled into my seat I began to think of the lad I had just met, I had been right on the money as far as his eagerness for mischief. Actually he reminded me of myself at that age, and I wondered if that lad with the shifty eyes would also turn out to follow the same course I had explored.
Which Begs the question, what had I turned out to become. And since I’m still reminiscing
I’ll give little background material about me, hopefully I don’t come across as being too conceited about my self-taught skills..
I had never been one to take the hard road, and even at a young age I was always looking for angles, or short cuts to make some money.
Once, while watching for some time a street magician and his acts. I observed a pick pocket working the crowd. He approached a pair of well-dressed ladies in shiny clothes, and standing behind them bided his time and then lifted a small pouch from one velvet purse, and a fat wallet from a silken one, then he moved on. Now both ladies were wearing shiny bracelets, one with jewels. I thought that he could have realized a greater profit if he had nicked one or both of the bracelets first, than try for the contents of their purses. The bracelets’ alone would have realized a far greater profit than what he lifted from their purses. It further occurred to me that by mimicking some of the sleight of hand tricks and misdirection that the magician was using on his audience, it could be accomplished. A hand placed on the right shoulder and as the lady turned right, whisk off the bracelet from her left wrist, and excuse oneself, that sort of thing.
So, I practiced (on my sisters, who proved to be willing accomplices to “my game”) and learned to pick their purses and pockets. I than moved onto their jewelry, starting by lifting bracelets and slipping away rings, before advancing to the brooches, necklaces and earrings they were wearing. After I was satisfied at my skill level, I went out and worked the streets. Sometimes using my one sister who was also hooked on what I was doing as a willing partner.
But I found myself still not being satisfied, in the back of my mind I thought there had to be a more lucrative way to turn a profit.
I’d found my answer when an attractive lady in a rustling satin gown zeroed in on me while I was “visiting” a ballroom. She was jeweled like a princess right up to the diamond band she wore holding up her piles of soft locks like a glimmering crown. The more she drank, the closer she got and I decided that her necklace would definitely help pay my expenses more than the contents of her purse (although I had already lifted the fat wallet from her small purse), and I did have very expensive tastes to pay for. So I took her onto the dance floor.
I was amazed at how easily I had been able to open the necklace’s clasp , slipping it over her satiny shoulder, lifting it off and placing it safely in my pocket with almost no effort. Then she decided to be playful once the song ended and brushed up against me. She felt the necklace in my pocket and before I could act she had her hand in and pulled it out.
The silly naive twit thought I was teasing her and told me that for my penance I had to go up to her suite in order to put it back on for her. I kept up the charade as best as I could.
And that’s where we ended up. A little bit of light fondling began as I placed the necklace back around her throat. I began to tease her, plied her with more and more alcohol as I tried to keep my distance, and virginity. Finally she passed out in a drunken stupor, but not before I had learned where she hid her valuables by suggesting she should lock her jewels up for the night..
With her safely unconscious, I began to strip her clean off all her jewels, reclaiming the necklace first. Then I visited all her jewelry casket and began looting it. I even took her small rhinestone clutch with the diamond clasp; of course I already had liberated its small wallet.
When I’d left her lying happily asleep in bed, still in her satin gown( the only item left to her that shined), I knew I had found a much more profitable line of “work”
So I began making circuits around to the haunts of the very rich, I still kept may hand in pickpocketing, so to speak, but centered only on those “pockets” containing mainly jewelry. I also began to carefully explore new ways of acquiring jewels” in masse”, so to speak.
Soon I had accumulated many tricks and tools, having them at my disposal to put into action once required, and for the remaining years up till the present had managed to live quite comfortably off of the ill-gotten gains using them allowed me to acquire.
Which brings me back to the train ride, my prism, and the rest of my background story before I retun to the present tale. Please be patient.
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So, anyway, I reached Surry without any further incident and disembarking, made my way out to the large country house where I would be staying to take a short rest, vacation if you will. But, pardon the play on words, for there is never any rest for the wicked, is there?
I had become acquainted with a servant of the old mansion ( almost a small castle, really) , that was about a mile off. I managed to learn a great deal, and soon found myself, on the pretense of visiting her, exploring the grounds. There was to be a grand ball taking place a couple of weekends away , and the maid had filled my ears with the riches that would be displayed by the multitude of regal ladies making an appearance. I began to think about trying to make a little bit of profit from my vacation. I am not sure how the idea developed, but the prism that I still had in my possession, came up centrally into my plans.
Late on the evening of the regal affair, I snuck over, covered head to toe in black, with my small satchel off tools by my side. I set up a candle behind an old stone ivy covered wall in a far corner of the rather large and intricate English garden that surrounded the inner circle around the mansion. I than strung the jewel-like prism in front of it. Standing behind the wall, I would strike the prism with a long stick I was holding whenever I observed sparkles emanating from silkily gowned ladies walking in the distance, solitary or in pairs. The prism would flash fire, sort of like a showy lure being used when fishing in a crooked trout stream. Only I was fishing for far sweeter game than trout. My objective was to trick certain types of jeweled ladies (scatterbrains some may call them) by luring them down onto the path beyond the wall, using their natural curiosity to my advantage.
I had at least two strikes rise up to my lure in the second hour.
On was a pretty lady in flowing green satin number, decorated with plenty of emeralds, which, hidden in the shadows, I observed were probably paste. I let her wonder about; as she looked and played with the shiny toy, remaining hidden until she grew bored and wandered off.
The second was a slender maiden wearing a long sleek black gown with long ivory silk gloves. I had never before seen a lady so decked out in jewels, literally head to toe. With the exception of the rhinestones adorning her heels, the rest of the lot was real, so valuably real that I could feel my mouth salivating at the thoughts of acquiring her riches. Now in Edwardian times only older, married ladies would be allowed the privilege of wearing a diamond Tiara. But in these modern times, it had become culturally acceptable for any well-to do lady, single or otherwise, to wear one out in society. Even so, they were still rarely worn, and seldom seen outside the safety of large gatherings. But there it was, a small, delicately slender piece of intricate art that glistened from the top of her head like some elegant beacon. That piece alone was probably worth more than I had made all the last four months combined!
I began to skirt around in the shadows, placing myself in position to cut off her retreat. Her diamonds blazed as she approached, eyeing the swinging prism with total concentration. Which was unfortunate, because as I was about to leave the shadows, she walked into the thorns of a rose bush, screeching out, and attracting the notice of a pair of gentlemen who had just crossed the path quite a ways off, called out when they heard the commotion. She started to become chatty with them, obviously coming on to her rescuers, my prism all but forgotten. Than before I knew it, in a swishing of her long gown, she was gone, “swimming” off before I was able to set me ”hook”.
Which I was able to do on the third strike, almost an hour later, just as I was beginning to ponder wither I should call it off and head back home..
They were a pair of young damsels in their young twenties. They may have been sisters, or cousins at the least. I still remember how my heart leapt into my throat as they observed my colourful prism and turned down the old flagstone path. I had not seen anyone out and about for some time, so I knew they would be no would be rescuers around to come to their aid
And, best of all, they were both dressed for the kill!
One, the blonde, was clad in a black velvet number that one could cannily describe as quite form fitting. As were the small ropes of pearls that hung from all points of interest, pretty with a matching pricelessness.
But her cousin, as I will refer to her, out shone black velvet quite literally.
This one, a stunning raven haired beauty, wore a long streaming gown of liquid ivory satin. A diamond brooch sparkled as it held up a fold of the gown to her waist. The fold allowed her to show a rather daring amount of a slender bare calf. The brooch was not paste, but a real jewel that had been added for the nights festivities ( To be successful, one learns to read these signs accurately) Her ears and neckline were home to a matching set of pure white diamonds. A wide diamond bracelet graced a bare right wrist ,so she must be left handed I instinctively thought, an observation that would have aided me if I were planning on having a go for slipping the bracelet from her wrist, but tonight I was planning a much more daring attempt to empty the entire jewel casket, so to speak.
They went to the prism, playing with it a bit, I had begun to circle around, when I noticed black velvet pointing out with multiple ringed fingers, to something further down the path past the wall.
With a clicking of heels I let the pair pass, they apparently wanted to see what was on the other side of the wall. I followed; it was not hard, because the necklace the raven haired one wore, diamonds fully encircling her throat, rippled and sparkled from their perch, caught in the full harvest moon’s cast, giving me more than enough light to shadow them quietly .
After a while they caught on that something/someone was following them, but as they turned they could see nothing. I was in black, and hooded, invisible to them in the shadows of the trees. They whispered amongst themselves, now worried, realizing that there were dangers lurking beyond the pale, in their case, the safety of the gardens , especially for ones decked out as they were. They then turned and headed right back from where they had come, right into my waiting arms.
It is interesting what good breeding does for young, poised ladies. For, as I stepped out of the shadows, a finger of my right hand to my lips, my Fairborn in my left hand, its black blade glinting wickedly in the moonlight , they did not scream out or shout for help. Instead the pair merely let out small gasps, and then they both, in a quite charming synchronized display of disbelief, place each one hand over their open mouths, and the other upon their perspective necklaces.
And as I flourished my wicked looking Fairbairn–Sykes blade in their direction, they unquestioningly reached around and undid those pretty necklaces, tremblingly handing them out to me, like actresses following a well-read script. I took the little pretties and after stuffing them into my satchel, held out again my free hand, my fingers beckoning. Not a word was spoken between us, as the frightened pair of young ladies began removing their shimmering jewels and added them in a neat little growing pile along my open palm. The raven haired girl even undid her brooch without me having to command her to do so. Once I had stashed it all away, I motioned for them to turn back around, than with a little helpful prodding on my part, they began moving forward back down the hill, away from the garden. The one in white hobbling a little now as she kept tripping over the hem of her dress, now no longer held up by the stolen brooch.
After we had traveled about 200 meters I had them stop, and take off their high heels. Then picking the pretty things up, I motioned them to turn back around and made them walk back the way we had come in their bare feet, watching the pair awkwardly hobble barefooted down the wooded path. They would be quite a while on their journey back, allowing me more than ample time to make me escape. I threw their shoes off to the side and went briskly the other way, reaching the place was staying at , gaining my room without notice. But not before I had hidden the jewels inside an old stump to retrieve them at a later date. I never really heard so much as a whisper of the incident, other than from the pretty lips of my friendly maiden. The wee hours of the morning before my early departure for the train station found me revisiting the stump and retrieving my satchel and its precious cargo. After hiding it all in a false bottom of my case I laid my head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep as I wondered what had happened to the little prism, marveling at how useful it had ended up proving to be.
So, how does this story (journey rather) relate to the one I had already started? Please read on, and enrich your curiosity… my dear readers.
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Act 2
So, with apologies for my lengthy elucidation, but I now return you back to the garden party I was now attending on that warm fall day. But, as you will see, my prism story needed to be told in order to add a bit of flavor to what was about to unfold.
As I sat on the garden bench I formulated my plans. I should be able to acquire the main piece tonight at the Ball, I would have time this afternoon to retrieve my ever handy satchel and its array of tools and have it hidden at the spot I had already selected. It was perfect, located at the end of the path I had found, or rather the charming lady in the smart chiffon dress had found for me. A gas lamp would provide adequate light for my “lure”, and it led to a back wood where I could lead any victims away and liberate them of their valuables before making my escape. I rose, just enough time to walk my escape route, before setting up and then be dressed for the evening’s festivities. I looked around, I was alone now, my lady in white had disappeared, following her own course, whatever it may have been.
The Autumn Ball that evening was in full swing by the time I arrived. Being a cool fall day, most of the women were wearing long gowns and dresses, and that, for whatever the reason, usually meant they were decked out with more layers of jewelry than say , if it had been the middle of summer. In order to put my plan in action I need and intrinsic piece of the trap, a prism. The one I had once had was long ago lost, a minor pawn in a game to take a pair of princesses.
I knew exactly the type of prism required for my plan, and so began mingling amongst the guests with that in mind.
I started out by walking through to the chamber like ballroom where a full orchestra was starting to play. The first person I saw from the garden party was the little tramp who had been wearing the too tight satin tea dress. That dress had been replaced with a long silky gown, her gold jewelry replaced with emeralds; including a thin bracelet that had taken the place of the gold one that she had so obligingly dangled in my larcenous path. I decided to avoid her In principle, and in doing so spied someone quite interesting.
That someone was a pretty lady in a long velvet gown standing off to one side, idly watching the many dancers out on the floor. The dancing couples were forming an imagery of a rainbow coloured sea of slinky swirling gowns and with erupting fireworks of sparkling jewels, ignited by pair of immensely large chandeliers that hung over the dance floor, setting them off. I made my way, skirting the dance floor to reach her, my eyes on her jewels, which were making pretty fireworks of their own. I happened to walk up just as a waiter with a tray of drinks was passing by. Plucking off a drink I offered it to the lady with one hand, my other hand placed on her back as If to steady myself. She laughed prettily, and taking the drink I met her eyes, as she was focused on reaching and holding the glass in her slippery gloved hand, mine was on the ruby and diamond necklace. My hand behind her had flicked open the simple hook and eye clasp of the antique piece and was in the process of lifting it up and whisking it away from her throat. As I said a few words to her, I pocketed it, while also taking in the rest of her lovely figure and its shiny decorations, before biding adieu. She smiled, her pale bare neckline now quite glaringly extinguished of its fire.
It was about an hour later, after spotting, but unable to make inroads with several likely candidates, that I finally struck gold (figuratively). It came in the form of a young couple arguing between themselves in a far corner of the chamber. She was lecturing a rather handsome man in a tux, her jeweled fingers flying in his face. If she hadn’t been moving about in such an animated fashion as she lectured, I may not have even noticed her. But as it happened I did, especially noticeable was the sanctimonious lady’s wide jeweled bracelet that was bursting out in a rainbow of colorful flickers as her hand was emphatically waving, as her long gown of silk swished around with every movement she made. Perfect. I watched for a bit, and sure enough they moved off, the man heading for the patio leading outside, the wealthy girl following him, still giving him lashes with her tongue. I moved and managed to have her bump into me simply by stepping on the hemline of her long gown. For a few seconds I was the one on the receiving end of her wrath, but I took it like a man, I could see in the eyes of her tongue lashed husband, that he was grateful for the respite. I was also grateful; grateful for the quite wide, very shimmering, bracelet that I had removed from her wrist and now was residing in my pocket.
I began to leave the patio, but was stopped by a matronly lady in ruffles, laces and pearls, her breath heavy with alcohol. She started to question me on what the couple had been on about. Then without waiting for an answer she launched herself into a tirade of her own, her gem encrusted, silken gloved fingers, waving in my face for emphasis. It was almost ten minutes before I was able to make my escape. Which I did, but not before slipping off one of the lecturing ladies vulgarly large cocktail rings.
I headed onto the patio; the time was getting ripe for my plan, which I was now ready to put into motion, now having acquired its most essential piece. I went to the end of the large patio, weaving in and out of the by now well liquored guests whom had assembled there. Across the way I saw a lady tripping over her own gown. By the time I reached her she had fallen down, giggling merrily. Two of us rushed to her aid, she was busy gushed her thanks to the rescuer she knew, while ignoring the one she didn’t! Which was unfortunate on her part, for by ignoring me, she also was ignorant of the fact that I was busy lifting the small stands of black pearls from her wrist. I left unnoticed, much like a shadow fading out of the light, or at least that’s how it seemed. Finally I reached the patios outer edge without further incident, or gain. I went on the grass and turned a corner with the intention of going, post haste around the house to reach the gardens by the long way, hoping not to be seen by anyone. But I no sooner turned the corner, when I realized that it was not to be the case.
It was my blithe spirit in white chiffon from the garden party, pardon me, soiree. She was unescorted, looking up at the moon above a stone turret with one lit window, so intently that my presence had not been noticed. I had been absolutely correct in my observation of her as far as what she would be wearing for the evening. For what she had lacked in ornaments at the soiree, she had more than made up for in the evening festivities. She was absolutely gorgeous, resplendent in as beautiful a silvery satin gown that I had ever witness. It was just pouring down, shimmering along her delightful figure. Her long blazing red hair was still curling down and free, but now a pair of long chandelier earrings cascading down from her earlobes, were peeking out every now and then as they swayed with her every movement. Her blazingly rippling necklace was all diamonds, dripping down the front of her tightly satin covered bosom, twinkling iridescently like an intensively glimmering waterfall. Her slender gloved wrists were home to a pair of dangling diamond bracelets that were almost outshone by her many glistening rings. All in all she was quite a lure all too herself
I came up to her, starling her from her reverie. Taking up her hand, I looked into her startled, suddenly blushing face. I complimented her on the fine gown she wore. She thanked me, and I could see I that she suddenly remembered she me as the chap who she thought smiled to her in the garden. She seemed to accept my compliment quite readily. I chanced it( although Lord knows I was short on time) and asked her to a dance. I did not think she would agree, so it was with a little bit of surprise, hoping she would politely decline and walk off, leaving me free to go about my business unobserved. But she accepted, and I will admit that my heart leapt as she agreed (although in the back of my mind I knew I should be off if my plan was to work). The music had stopped so we made small talk as we slowly walked back to the ballroom. Her name was Katrina. It seems she was waiting for someone, which suited my plans, but he was late and so she had time. Which may have sounded dismissive, but from the apologetic way she said it, it was anything but the sort.
The orchestra started to tune back up as we entered, and taking her offered hand up, was soon lost in the elegance of my appealing partner. It was a long dance, and a formal one, but I could tell she was subtly anxious to be off on her meeting, as I was to be off to my own adventure. But Katrina did not really allow it to show, which was very uncharacteristic of her someone with her obvious breeding. So I was ready when the by the end of the music she begged her condolences and took flight. I watched her as she fluidly moved away, her jewels sparkling, all of them. On her mission to meet Mr. X I thought, for whom I was already harboring a quite jealous dislike. I should be off I thought to meself.
But I stood, still as stone; totally mesmerized by the way Katrina’s swirling silvery satin gown was playing out along her petite, jewel sparkling figure. It wasn’t till the last of her gown swished around a corner out of sight that I moved, but not without having to shake my head to clear the thoughts of her out of it. Well old son, focus. For by now the guests were starting to wander a bit afield in the waning hours of the Autumn Ball, and my small window of opportunity was closing fast. If my little plan was going to have any chance of success it would have to be now.
I walked out and made my way to one of the outside exist of the garden wall. Reaching into my pocket as I did so, fingering the bracelet, now cold, that had belonged to the quarrelsome lady,and soon would be playing another role, far from one its former mistress would ever have dreamed off. I also felt my new acquisition, still warm from my dance partner’s body. I will admit that I had felt a twinge of regret for taking it from a lady I had found to be most charmingly captivating. But slipping off the diamonds up and away from her throat had been as temptingly easy as it had been automatic. I had advantageously made use of the sleekness of her scintillatingly silky gown, and with the distractions created by the movements of the dance, successfully managed to keep Katrina’s attention safely diverted from the reality of why my fingers were ever so gently, caressingly sliding along her slippery gowns neckline. The truth was I had originally placed my hand there because it had felt so right, and I was a little startled when my fingers had subconsciously started playing with her necklaces clasp. Before I knew it, they had flicked open the gemstone clasp of her obviously expensive diamond necklace, and had lifted up. As I watched out of the corner of my eye, almost like I was a spectator, as opposed to being the perpetrator, I saw the chain move up and over her shoulder; its diamonds sparkling with is as the necklace disappeared from view behind her back.
It was a favored technique that I had perfected to the point that by this stage of my career I nearly always acquired my objective. But, as odd as it sounds, I was not happy with myself on this occasion.
But I did not long dwell on my mixed feelings on taking the charming lass’s diamonds, for by now I had reached my place of ambush. It was in one of the farthest reaches of the garden, at a bend on the end of a long path that, with a gas lamp at its beginning just off the patio, would allow me to see from some distance off. Behind me was a break in the hedge wide enough for a person to walk through comfortably. It was here, off a tree limb, underneath a second ornate cast iron gas lamp, which was now lit, that I hung the shimmering bracelet that I had sought out and acquired for just that reason
I walked around and saw that it could be seen flickered off in the distance from the woods, Perfect! Earlier I had hidden my satchel with a hood and knife and bit of rope in the hollow of an old tree. I now retrieved them, and after getting ready, found my position and waited. At 10 minutes past the first hour of my wait, with nary a single glimpse of anyone, I started to fidget. My corner may be just a bit too desolated I was beginning to admit to myself. It seemed that most of the guests were staying by the patio. I was starting to think that I should pack it in, possibly rejoining the guests for one last parting( of someone from her Jewelry). I was just reaching down to pick up my satchel when I suddenly saw something flash under the gas lamp at the beginning of the path, and my senses immediately perked up. I watched as the wisps of rich shimmery satin moved closer, I stiffened, drooling with anticipation, the game was afoot.
I could see clearly the flickering jewels she wore, and by their blazing sparkles of rippling fire, I knew that my long vigil would not have been in vain. As the lady drew I recognized her gown of silvery satin! I knew who was making those tantalizing flashes of appealing treasures. Katrina!
I watched as she approached, in all her glittering elegance. My heart and conscious was in turmoil, but I knew I probably would not get a second chance. I could not let her get away unscathed. Beside, from the shock of being confronted with a masked scoundrel wielding a wicked blade, she would be in no shape to recognize her assailant. She stopped, apprehensively looking back towards the bright lights of the Manor, Then turning back I saw she had a self-satisfied smile creeping upon her face. She reached up, and undoing her hair, shook it down, curls of softness cascading down, hanging loosely down. It was as she performed this provocative act, that I saw her eyes open wide in curiosity; she had spied my pretty little “prism”. The charming fish was hooked.
I waited, watching her approaching ever closer to fate, and from my concealment, I basked in her glow. My heart beating fast, my adrenaline pumping, for the remaining jewels (I thought of her necklace in my custody) that she possessed I already had witnessed were quite valuable. She passed my hiding spot and went to the hanging, shimmering object. As she reached up, looking around, she failed to see me approaching in the shadows. I came up from behind, jabbing a finger in her back as I reached her, I gruffly in no uncertain terms, snarled for her to freeze and make no sound. She stiffened under my touch, but made no move or outcry. I went around; pointing my knife in her direction, looking into her sad doe wide eyes as she realized what was going to happen next. She was trembling; from fear I guessed, and knew I had her right where I wanted. As I made my demands upon her, gimme them jewels sister, she, not surprisingly, was very compliant in giving them up to me. She reached for her necklace last, and looked entirely shocked to find her throat bare, as she searched the neckline of her gown I saw her look into my hand, now dripping with her precious jewelry, almost as if to see if she had not already removed it. She looked apologetically into my eyes, startled; almost pleading that she didn’t know what had happened to it. I just played dump. She than spoke for the first time, sir, may I ask to keep my purse? Her words would have instantly melted even the coldest chunk of ice, I looked down at the little silvery clutch hanging from her arm on its rhinestone chain, I nodded, indicating that she could, and saw relief wash over her face. I told her she now needed to turn around and walk off into the woods ahead of me. She hesitated, and I told her no harm would befall her, I had no intentions along those lines.
About 5 meters in I stopped her, and had her remove her shoes, as she bent over to undo the high heels rhinestone clasps I watched her gown tightly outlining her figure. She tripped on the hem of her gown, and as she attempted to keep her balance, accidently let her purse slip off her shoulder. Without thinking I reached down to pick it up for her as she tried reached for it simultaneously
The small purse was far heavier than it should have been. Curious I opened it, finding that it contained a rather extensive array of mismatched jewelry, glittering in unbelievably expensive fire . I looked into Katrina’s horror struck eyes dumb founded, as she looked guiltily into mine. The gig was up. The jewels belonged to the lady of the manor, my muse in silver was a thief, a female version of me very self.
Aye, what’s this than luv? I questioned her as she looked into my eyes, hers large with a mixture of fright and disbelief. She melted before me, fainting, I caught her in my arms, and it was no ruse. I held her as she came to, holding her warm, silky figure lovingly to mine. I did not know what to think. Nor could I ever explain what possessed me to do what I did next. As she came to, her eyes opened, and I removed my mask, looking back into them deeply.
Oh, she gasped, I’m glad it was you, startled that she had said the words out loud. She than started to coyly blushes, quite demurely. Something sparked in me, and unless she was an incredibly good actress, it did also for Katrina. Our eyes both looked into the others, melting away in the lust of the moment. We embraced, deeply, and I held her squirming warm slick figure tight in my enveloping arms. I looked over her shoulder, eyeing the glistening bracelet hanging from its branch. To catch a thief, the thought suddenly opened in my mind, what a great title for a novel I thought to myself, as I buried my nose into Katrina’s luxuriously soft hair.
We talked for a bit, walking off into the woods, then she looked into my eyes again, a coy, look that melted me on the spot, and that was the end of it, we embraced again, and wholly gave ourselves to one another. What about your man I asked suddenly remembering, my man she questioned , than oh, you mean the Lord, I was waiting for him to come down from smoking in his tower study, that’s where the lady’s jewels are kept. She broke into an Irish brogue as she said the last bit, and that I guessed was her natural tongue. she laid a hand on the side of my face, thanks for being jealous though, me lad.
I should collect my lure I said, which made her smile; it was such an enticing smile at that. We started to head back and watched as it dangled in front of us flickering. With a far off look in her green eyes, Katrina spoke as if in deep though.
The daughter of the house, she has a bracelet on like the one you have dangling, a bracelet of diamonds that I had taken a fancy to, wishing it had been in the safe along with the rest of the ladies of manors jewelry. I knew who she was talking about. The one in green taffeta I asked? Aye lad, that’s the one. Actually her necklace would be just as easy, and worth more I said. Just then her bright green eyes gleamed, Give me about a half an hour, she told me, we will put your little lure to use again. She noticed my hesitation, don’t worry luv she said soothingly placing a gloved hand to my cheek, no longer was it sparkly with its stolen bracelet and rings. I’ll leave my purse with you, can’t very well be carrying it around now can I? I nodded my consent, my mind burning with the thoughts she had alluringly placed there.
She turned, and then hesitated; turning back she said I probably should not go back in naked luv. I smiled, reaching in I pulled out her necklace and placed it around her throat. With a little gasp she blurted, so it was you, I was wondering who and when it had happened. It’s not the first time I’ve had me jewels lifted, but it’s a bloody annoyance to have to let them get away with it, crawls under my skin to have pretend not to notice so that I don’t draw any attention to me self before making my move to steal the posh ones jewels.
But you, mister, I never felt as much as a prickling. I was ready to assume my pretties had been a victim of a broken clasp this time. I gave a little nod in acceptance. That wasn’t exactly a compliment lad, she said in what I hopped was a subtle jest. Just last summer some clumsy bugger slipped of me earrings, my favorite pearls, as we were danc… she stopped, seeing the guilt in my eyes. Men! As thieves you are all of the same skin she spat out angrily, or attempted to sound angry, for the look in her eyes to me she wasn’t. I best be off, before I change me mind about out little endeavor.
With that she swirled around on her heels, and started off, but not before turning and giving me an extremely coy look of interest. As she swirled back around I heard her say loud enough for my ears, I’ll learn me self to be a picker of pockets, see how males like to be taken advantage of in their vulnerabilities! She nodded to herself as she said it. Then suddenly she stopped, than twirled on her heels, her gown swirling enticingly along her figure. Looking me dead in the eye she said, “Vie ne est pas d'attendre que la tempête , mais d'apprendre à danser sous la pluie” !
What does that mean? I questioned in a low voice, perplexed.
Maybe, Mon Cheri, someday I will tell you… And with that she turned on her heel, her gown once again swirling about, and went, determinedly, swishing her way back up the path. I just watched. I had never heard anyone speak French with an Irish Brogue and I had found it to be rather provocative!
I watched as she swished and swayed her way back through the hedge and regained the path leading back to the manor. Her plan was simple; she would lead the daughter of the house to my corner and as she had done, go out with her to look at the swinging charm. I would then make my appearance, rob both ladies of their finery, and telling the daughter to wait until I released her friend, walk off with Katrina as a hostage, and we would both take off and make good our escape. A simple plan, so simple it should actually work.
So, there I was. Holding a purse with a small fortune in jewels, my pocket full of more jewels worth an additional pretty farthing, and her charms were wearing off by her leaving. And my thieving nature coming back, reawakened from the spell they had been under!
The devil of my conscious crept out on my shoulder, the angel markedly absent from the other.
Look mate, she may not be all she seems, and possibly has some other game in mind. Maybe she does have a male confidante helping her out… and was actually on her way to fetch him. He said in my inner ear. And, after all, you took her diamonds twice, didn’t ye now? Do you really think shell forgive you of that me lad?
And there is no honor amongst thieves, as the saying goes, he added as a closing argument...
I rolled it over in my mind…I could leave, absconding with it all, book a cruise to the states or down under where there lay untried fertile grounds to ply my trade. Not to mention working over my fellow passengers aboard the cruise ship while they attended the fancy affairs that were always going on, or so the brochures always seemed to show……
Then In the distance I caught a wisp of Katrina’s long silvery gown. She was coming, and not only with the daughter of the manor, but also with a spare. For I could see a purple coloured gown swishing alongside with the prey in rustling green taffeta.. I watched as all three ladies, resplendent with the rippling fiery gems they all possessed, came up the path, gowns sweeping out , shimmery from the now misty distance.
The thought of making my escape with all the loot continued to haunt me, there was still time now to take off without notice, or I could rob all three, and leave with purple silk as my hostage, Katrina would not be able to say anything on chance of giving up her part of the game, or I could just be a good lad and sty with the script that Katrina had written. Take a chance, roll the dice and believe that she was all she had me believing she could ever be.
As they came closer I knew my time was running out. The thoughts of just looking out for myself kept coming up playing the devil with my conscience as the precious seconds ticked away…
No honor amongst thieves…
What will it be, old boy I challenged myself,
What will you have it be?........
To see what his decision ultimately was, and the eventual path it led to, see the album question answered)
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Life is not about waiting out the storm, but about learning to dance in the rain.
Vie ne est pas d'attendre que la tempête , mais d'apprendre à danser sous la pluie .
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Not been posting up much lately and no dolly inspiration, so as I'm sitting on the laptop in my kitchen, this idea came to me!
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1. I have a whole shelf of cookery books, I have to admit I haven't tried out half the recipes in them, but I get inspiration from them and some of them have a lot of stuff to read in them as well as the recipes!
2. My dad died a few years ago from leukaemia - this little corner of my kitchen has his photo and 2 little Matthew Rice boxes I bought for him, one of which now contains some of his ashes - the rest have been scattered.
3. My kitchen table - I would hate to have a kitchen without room for a table. It's often the warmest room in the house when the oven is on and where I sit to use my laptop and have meals with family when they are over. The Cath Kidston mushroom stuff was presents for Christmas and I love white pepper on my lunches - so unfashionable, but I don' t care! - so I need a pepper pot for it and these couldn't be cuter!
4. I have run out of cupboard space now, so keep my plates and bowls on shelves in the kitchen, I have a real thing for crockery and these stacks are all Emma Bridgewater and Cath Kidston.
5. I have some Eames style coat hooks in the kitchen for my bag collection (the bright multi coloured balls one, but at a bargain price of just £5)...I'm not really a bag person, so it's pretty modest, I just can't be bothered to swap the contents over!
6. More plates and bowls, the cat ones are by Disaster Designs and there's also a matching egg cup...designed for kids, but we care not a jot about that eh ;)
7. Just a random shot of the dishwasher :D I have a mini dishwasher that is suitable for just 1 or 2 people...I wouldn't have bothered buying one as I live on my own, but it was my mum's and so I inherited it when she got a new bigger one. I don't use it everyday, but it's really handy when I've an extra lot of dishes :)
8. I LOVE my terribly unfashionable mug tree :D I've shown it before with the mugs on, but they are all in the wash today! I got it from John Lewis and each mug HAS to go on the right hook! Yes, I'm a little bit OCD ;)
9. Last but not least, I also have a real thing for tea towels! I have a whole stack of Cath Kidston tea towels, there's just something about a nicely ironing pile of them, they get lovely and soft as they get older and it's a cheap way of bringing some pretty prints into the kitchen :)
Well, I hope you enjoyed this, it was kind of fun and I think I'll do one for the living room next. Hope you've had a good weekend :) xx
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Llangorse Lake from Mynydd Troed. Monday bank holiday promised to be a good weather day. I decided to set off early and arrived at 8am. A great location, very quiet and peaceful. The only sounds were of a Cuckoo, clearly visible and the sound of Skylarks.
A lovely walk.
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Fuji Velvia 50
Scan with Epson V750 pro.
Wet scan.
Taken 30th May 2016
1/15s f22.1
I took two shots at the scene here. The other was the better exposure ( 1/15s f16.6 ) but this one had slightly better cloud build up over Pen y Fan. I added half an exposure stop in CS.
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