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Two hawks were calling to each other and I was standing practically under the tree where this one was perched.
A hundred years into the future, Lord Satanus sits upon a twisted metal throne in the ruins of metropolis. His sister rules by his side. The world is fire, pain and blood. The world is theirs. Ten years in the future, Lord Satanus leads a legion of demons through hell; their hissing and screaming and chanting carves a bloody swath through the inferno to behead the Demon lord known as Neron.
Twenty years in the future, Lady Blaze will usurp Lord Satanus’s then-immense power, and leave him for dead, a withered, aching husk. Stripped entirely of his former glory, and cast into the abyssal wastes to fend for himself among the lesser demons.
Today, she is his only hope.
Lord Satanus sits, powerless in his cell. The vibrations on the dampeners boring into his head. He attempts to meditate, to find some kind of inner calm, but fails. A figure sulks towards his glass enclosure.
Blaze: Brotherrrrr . . . I have come.
Satanus: Wicked Sister! You are my salvation! Release me from this bondage, and we shall engulf this prison in flames.
Blaze: Yes, brother. We shall feast, and this pit will become our own!
Blaze conjures a ball of fire and attempts to destroy Satanus’s cell and power dampeners. They refuse to budge, or even char. Somewhere, Niles Caulder smiles.
Blaze: Satan’s breath. Rest easy, brother, I shall free you, yet.
Blaze merges with the barely-tangible shadows of the hallway and floats down the corridors, past all manner of incarcerated, monstrous people. Psycho Pirate sneers as she goes by. Prometheus cowers in the corner of his cell. Other villains, long forgotten by the public, watch with silent eyes as Blaze shifts around the corner.
Christopher Hackett, twenty three, is newly married. His wife Ellen and he expect a baby within the month. Thanks to Blaze, Ellen will be a single mother.
Blaze tears open the shaft of the service elevator at the end of the hall and floats down it, gentle as a leaf despite her armor, gnarled and heavy, and tears the doors open to the basement. She can feel a great surge of power emanating from this room. Her brother has been stripped of this power, she deduces, releasing it will release him.
Ted Manalo is a single father. After tonight, his daughter will go into the custody of his ageing parents. She will learn to grow up far too quickly. Billy Logan is the only sibling left of three, and the only one who cares for the elderly Mrs. Logan. After tonight, she will have no one.
Blaze approaches the box of power. She can smell the fumes of it, feel energy radiating off it. She drinks a little, makes a sound not unlike a purr, then in one swift movement slashes it to ribbon. It explodes in a fireball of sparks, then dies like Christopher, Ted, Billy and Jerald.
Jerald Parker works the nightshift. He’s here filling in for another man. He wasn’t even supposed to be here today. He won’t survive the afternoon. There is no one to mourn him.
On the floors above, An alarm begins to sound. Blaze courses swiftly back to Satanus’s cell, the doors behind her swinging open as she goes.
“Grodd’s Balls, you filthy chain-smoking Layabouts! Get down to detention block S immediately!” shouts Michael Patten to Digger Harkness and Floyd Lawton. He sends a distress signal to Amanda Waller. Waller is in Washington, there’s nothing she can do.
Digger, withdrawing Boomerangs: Another day in paradise eh?
Floyd, still not looking at him: Another day.
Answer: I’m sure it’s not in your vocabulary, but I advise you to be as non-lethal as possible. You both know how the boss likes her toys broken.
Systematically, the doors start swinging open. The guards begin grapping weaponry. Some suit up in light armor, though generally, they know it wont help. They all grab tranquilizers, Emps, sonic rifles and other non-lethal neutralizers. They’ve been through the training, they know the drill.
Dave Rebor, married father of two, will die despite the training.
If the guards had it their way, they would kill their prisoners on-sight in this situation, but that’s not what they’re being paid for. Floyd Lawton is no guard, and Floyd Lawton is not having a good day, mentally. Even before he pulled his mask on, the world was red around him, the walls coated in blood, and a bullet hole placed neatly between the eyes of everyone around him. One freak, smiling toothily, breaks free of his cell and begins to sprint down the hall. Deadshot shoots him through the neck. They’re all dead to him anyways, today, what’s a few more. Captain Boomerang runs ahead, dodging and weaving through the chaos, scoring hits where he can. Deadshot just walks casually, firing through the riot. Wading through the dead.
Prometheus seizes the opportunity and sprints to the monitor room. In a time like this, who’s to stop him from lifting all of Belle Reve’s secrets and making a nice profit off of them.
Ben Smith and Jerry Cawse do not see tomorrow thanks to him.
Prometheus slams open the door to the monitor room, and basks briefly in it’s low, glaring light. Only one man stands in his way.
Answer: Not now, man! Can’t you see there’s a god damn riot on! It’s like the 1960’s all over again and you’re up here, gnashing at me like a wildebeest!
Prometheus, preparing a fight stance: I hope you have your house in order. *He lunges forward.*
Answer, in one swift motion, spins his chair, grasps his cane and ignites a flashbulb within it, blinding Prometheus for a moment. He swings the cane and jabs Prometheus in the stomach, then grabs the back of his helmet and smashes it on the monitor. Prometheus crumples to the floor.
Answer: This is my house, bitch.
Black Orchid, sitting on the far end of the monitor, smiles widely.
Answer: Flower, baby, you should probably get out there and crack some skulls. Maybe bring me back one to gnaw on.
Orchid nods, kisses his forehead, brushes his chin a second, then flies out of the room and into the fray. Randy Miller, John Beckel, and Lance Henry see tomorrow because of her. Another man, Mike Derry, will be saved at the last minute by Bito Wladon, not wanting to seem dishonorable. No one will live or die because of Angelo Bend, sitting patiently in his cell until Wladon comes to speak with him.
Satanus exits his cell, his power grows. He breathes in the screams and carnage.
Satanus: Sister, you have done well. This structure shall soon be ours.
Blaze: Brother, it alrea-
Her sentence is cut short by Orchid’s fist, plowing squarely into her face. Blaze hits the ground hard, and Black Orchid continues to pummel her. Satanus grabs Orchid by the throat, lifts her bodily, and stares.
Satanus: Child. . . I smell . . . The Green on you. *he pulls her closer to his face* Curious.
Black Orchid goes limp, and Satanus tosses her aside bodily.
Satanus: Rise, sister. This is no place to fall.
Blaze smiles, rises, and arm-in-arm, the two begin to stroll casually through the violence.
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She's fine. She's okay. She's fine . . .
232/365
she is a lady in waiting, and she's up with the dead. hands full of stationary ships that drift into bluffs and slide into cliffs. one evening she'll find herself face down like the hull, and maybe then someone will ship her off and she'll be noticed. maybe.
here is a link to my first q&a video. i'm only answering a question or two at a time. :)
oh, and my flickr pro account expired. :(
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==The Hindu Kush Valley==
Walking through the desert, a group of heroes look over at a nearby village. Orange flames lick and spit, civilians run for cover. At their leader's insistence, one, a red and yellow android creates a cyclone, extinguishing the blaze. Another, a Magician in a top hat utters the spell "Wolf Retaw," a stream of water bursting from her wand. Their leader, a blond haired, handsome man, looks up at a nearby jet and puts his finger to his ear. "This is Aquaman, we've arrived at the drop sight. Over."
Onboard the Javelin, Mr Terrific answers back. "Understood. What do you see?"
Aquaman pauses. The recent sandstorm had made it difficult to see much of anything, even with his heightened senses. A few yards away, he notices something. A series of immobile, black figures, pointed ears atop their masks. "Talons... I see... God."
They're all dead, impaled on their own swords, unable to move. He looks at his boot, drenched in their bizarre, greyish blood. They're freshly killed.
Suddenly, the nearest Talon reaches out, unable to take the sword out it's chest, instead it begs, silently, in the hopes Arthur might slay it.
"They're still alive..." he gasps.
At this, Terrific looks at the scanners, zooming in on the heroes below them. "Aquaman, get out of there."
"I don't understand," Arthur replies.
"The blood, Arthur, look at the blood!" Holt yells, as the other heroes join him on the bridge. Without uttering a word, the other Leaguers nod at Holt, and exit the Javelin.
Aquaman steps back, and looks down at the ground. "What the hell?"
Written in the Talon's blood, a single word. "Aquaman."
"Tornado, Zatanna, get out of here," he yells, before a plasma ray sends him flying through a building. Walking towards him, in a black and silver suit, his red eyes glowing with energy, is Black Manta, beside him a man in a red and black tuxedo, a camera mounted on his head. "He actually delivered... Start filming."
=The League of Assassins Archives. Nanda Parbat=
Ra's looked at the case. Inside it, *her* costume- a bright orange and black leotard, wings protruding from it's back, long red boots and gloves, and a black domino mask. He opened the cabinet, and held the blade in his hand. It must've been fifteen years since he last held it in his hand. The day he gave it to her.
"Master, you wanted to speak with the informant?" Ubu asks.
Ra's stroked the blade. Nostalgia was not something he often let himself feel, but this, this was different. He'd written it off at first, the effects of the new Lazarus strain, but he couldn't ignore it any longer. He turned his head to his servant, blade in hand. "Ah, yes."
"Father, is this wise?"
"Talia, enough," Ra's says, raising a hand to his daughter. "Ubu, let him in. Leave us," he adds, as Talia heads towards the door.
Complying, he opens the door, and lets him in. The man who sold out the Misfits, the man who told the League of their plans, and where to find them. In a hushed, gruff voice, the figure mutters, pointing an annoyed finger at Ra's. "That sword. 'Doesn't belong to you."
"No." Ra's smiles, turning to face Doctor Gaige. Gone was the red mask and snappy suit, traded for his old scuba gear. His mask may obscure his face, but there was no mistaking his demeanor. Ra's gestures to his trophy cases, dozens of them, as he continues. "It doesn't. None of them do. This place, this shrine was built three hundred years ago. I oversaw it's construction personally. It honours all my fallen warriors. Sons, daughters. The finest assassins the world has ever known..."
Gaige stirs. "Did you murder *them,* too?"
Ra's turns his head slightly. "Some, yes. But it will never be said they died without honour.
You must think me a monster. A butcher. It's true, yes, I've buried children before, Doctor Gaige, my own, and, I will continue to do so long after your death. I can *just* handle the effects of the Lazarus Pit centuries on, but the toll it takes on them... It is better, sometimes, to let them die. So, I do what anyone who has lived as long as I should do. Move on."
"Yes, well, that's always been my issue," Gaige growls.
Ra's nods. "Hmm. Of course. But, thank you, regardless of our histories, I have a tremendous amount of respect for you. Rest assured, Mr Walker and his friends will be dealt with."
Gaige walks forwards, a finger pointed at Ra's throat, bitterness in his words. "Please, I've seen how you treat those you respect."
"You speak of Miranda?"
"I *speak* of my daughter."
...
Ra's moves Gaige's hand away. "My condolences."
Gaige nods, as he pushes towards the shrine. "I just want her body, and her gear. Do whatever the hell you want with them."
Again, Ra's nods, but he can't help look at Gaige. He was quieter, and he hadn't even swore. At last, the pirate chuckles to himself.
"Heh. It wouldn't have worked anyway. Walker's plan. They'd be dead before they even made it to you. Funny that," he nods. "But... imagine, say, if they actually got in here," he says, as he pulls out a harpoon, and fires it into Ra's hand.
==Ra's Palace. The Courtyard==
"You say hell yeah, and I'll kill you myself."
Chuck turns to Gar, a sly smile on his face. "Never," he says cheekily.
Lined on the cobblestones, were the Misfits. Gar, Chuck, Rigger, Chancer and Needham. Their hands were tied, and they were forced onto their knees, by the surrounding Ninja. One mans a camera, aiming it at the five of them, while several more draw their swords.
"The Master wants Walker to watch," one of them says, dressed in a yellow and brown outfit.
The cameraman nods, donning a black and green outfit. Though he doesn't say a word, his message is simple enough to understand. 'Of course, Shrike.'
"Cypher-?" Gar calls out suddenly. "You son of a bitch!"
"You're making a scene," Needham murmurs.
"Oh no, first Gaige now you?! I'm going to roast you alive you fuckin' traitor!" Gar screams, as another two ninja rush to restrain him
"Hell yeah!" Chuck adds encouragingly, before muttering a feeble apology. "Sorry."
"The Master offered you mercy," Shrike says warningly, as he begins to sharpen his blade. "You should've taken it."
"Your master dropped a city on us, personally, I'm not a fan," Chancer mutters to himself.
"Enough. Kill him first," Shrike says, as a ninja pulls Chancer in front of the camera.
"Oh, fuck you, buddy, I didn't even fucking swear!" Sharpe screams out, as his neck is placed on a stone slab.
"Oh, Jeez," Rigger moans. Needham sighs, and turns his head away. Gar looks on in horror. Chuck whispers a "Hell no," as the ninja raises the blade above his head, and- the sword shatters on Chancer's neck. The ninja steps back in confusion. Chancer grins as confidence surges through him. As he rises to his feet, the cuffs slide off. The first ninja runs at him, but slips and falls on their face. A second trips over the body, their sword flying through the air, hitting a third in the chest. A fourth hurls a throwing star at Sharpe that he ducks under, landing in a fifth's forehead. Cypher looks at the carnage, and runs off, abandoning the camera. When all's done. The Misfits look at Sharpe incredulously.
"Guess who's back in business," he exclaims proudly, before Shrike punches him in the back of the head, as he collapses to the ground
Gar looks down disappointedly. "Huh. That was almost impressive," as Shrike pulls Chancer off the ground, and unsheathes his blades.
"Oh, you're dead," he smirks, as suddenly, an orange fireball hits him from behind.
As Volcana lands on the ground, Shrike lunges for her, but he's quickly dispatched with with a blast of yellow flames. Turning to Gar, she smiles uncharacteristically sweetly. "Hi honey!"
===The Dungeons===
"My god... Norbert. Norbert, I'm sorry. I let you down. I'm always doing that."
Drury looks at his brother, chained up, bloody. No doubt in his months of captivity, Ra's agents had reprogrammed him. Just another failure of his, Drury thought. When would they stop?
As Norbert's chains are undone, Drury closes his eyes. This was it wasn't it? Not on the battlefield, not by Ra's or Bane's hand... Just him, trapped in a dungeon, with the Killer Wasp.
"Drury..."
Norbert looks down at him, cocks his head to one side, then kneels beside him. Holding his brother's head in his hand, he whispers hoarsely. "Still me."
Drury opens his eyes, and stares at him incredulously... those were *his* eyes. Warm, kind, alive.
Norbert turns round, and with an energy blast, tears the stone wall apart, offering Drury his hand, they barrel down the hall, taking down every Ninja in their way.
"Y-you... You fought it? You fought the brainwashing," Drury asks, struggling to keep up.
As they arrive at the laboratory, Norbert stops, and picks up a pair of bloodied pliers. His own.
For the first time since Drury had been reunited with him, he winks. "I made promise, Drury. Never again."
"No!" a metallic voice echoed, as Darhk marches towards them from the other side of the room. "You belong to me! You do what I say."
Norbert pauses, raises Darhk above his head, and smashes his glass visor. As he struggles to breathe, Norbert rests a hand on his shoulder, helping him lie down. "Never."
"Not bad, kid," a voice calls down to them, as Deathstroke turns to his comms. "The shields are down, the codes are yours. It's showtime."
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"This is Javelin-Theta, our systems have been compromised, we're being pulled apart up here!" Ollie yells as he attempts to steer the ship away from the village.
Flying beside them, a purple clad assailant uses his powers to rip the ship apart, and hurl it at another.
"Gotta say, this is so cool!" he yells to himself.
Passing by him, Sinestro barks a word of warning at him. "Nichol, please focus," as he creates a yellow buzzsaw to take on another jet.
Deflecting, Polaris laughs heartily. "C'mon, boss, have to admit, this is a lotta fun," he calls out, using his metallurgy to pull a steel clad man out of the jet.
"Hey Plug Boi, pick on someone your own size!" Guy Gardner, yells, as he hits Polaris with an oversized mallet, and catches Steel in a catcher's mitt.
"That's the wrong one, Guy," Hal calls back, as he creates an emerald net around Evil Star.
"Same difference Jordan!"
As Nichols rises back into the air, he calls out, confused. "What's a Plug Boy?"
Nearby, the Batwing weaves in and out of the airborne superheroes and villains. A strike from Black Adam's lightning immediately overcharges it's systems, spinning it out of control. "Batwing's hit, switching to auxiliary power," Bruce calls out, as he hits a few levers in an attempt to keep himself airborne.
"I don't understand, it's like they knew we were coming..." Clark calls, as he swoops in and catches the crew from the downed Javelin.
Bruce growls over comms. "Kenyon. Goldface baited us, and we fell for it."
"This is Flash," Barry says as he runs through the battlefield, "Bats, something's not right, Bane and half his goons are a no-show. Hell, I think saw Bivalo for crying out loud! Reckon it's some kind of a diversion."
"Understood," Batman replies. "Bane's there somewhere, Flash, keep at it. Any Society member we take down is progress, I'll have Cyborg increase the scanners."
"I'm all dark here, Bats. Whatever they've got, it's got a hell of a jammer," Cyborg chimes in.
====Society Field Headquarters====
Bane watches the battle from above. Hundreds of the society's underlings, *his* underlings, battle the Justice League and Ra's ninja. He felt something unfamiliar, something swelling in his chest. Pride. "Thinker, I think it's time we make our introduction. Lower shields," he says turning to the holographic display beside him.
The Leagues look at the sky, emerging from the clouds, a massive skull-like spacecraft. Brainiac's.
Bane smirks, as he addresses the ground forces. "We recovered this from an ARGUS blacksite from one of his last invasions. Primary shrink ray has been disabled, secondary weapons at maximum capacity. Let's begin."
~
Across the world, people watch the battle unfold, as heroes and villains alike fall.
In their slabside cells, Harvey Dent and David Clinton watch on enthralled. As Two-Face argues with himself, Chronos raises a finger to the screen. He knew them all, didn't he?
Bound to a wheelchair, Jonathan Crane trundles through the Asylum gardens, "That should have been me," he thinks to himself longing to wield a yellow ring once more.
Julian Day watches in his new hideout, concerned. Wherever the Misfits had gone, they weren't on the front lines.
In his funhouse, the Joker lets out a maniacal laugh. Let them have their fun. They'll see, it's all a joke anyway.
In Italy, Roman Sionis rests his tennis racket on the ground, and reaches for his phone. "Those idiots are really gonna destroy the world aren't they?" he mutters to his assistant.
In his penthouse, Oswald Cobblepot shares a drink with the Great White Shark. Turning to the TV, he can't help smiling knowing those Talons are suffering.
In the Batcave, Alfred Pennyworth watches on the oversized monitor, and sighs as he continues dusting. His attention turns to the Watchtower teleporter, as a high pitched beeping starts to ring out. "What on Earth?" he wonders.
In Lexcorp, already in the midst of his own masterplan, Luthor checks his smartwatch. "So they actually did it, did they? Morons."
On the streets of Central City, money in hand, the Rogues pause in front of a computer shop, all the screens displaying Simm's footage. His phone buzzing, Mirror Master answers it.
"Yo, McCulloch, you seeing this?" the voice on the other end asks.
"Aye, kid. I am."
"Good," Axel says, as he puts on his domino mask and turns to his sister.
On the battlefield, Disaster points at Simms, and pulls the Mighty Bruce to his side. "Hey, Bruce, that guy's got a camera *on his head*"
"Major, that's Mr Camera-" Tockman begins.
"Why didn't you ever think of that? Certainly beats lugging all this gear around" Disaster continues, ignoring both Bruce and Tockman's protests.
"I'm claustrophobic, Major," Bruce mutters.
At this, Artie taps Disaster on the shoulder and whispers harshly into his ear.
"Maj, please don't stuff the kid's head inside a camera."
Lastly, in Butchinsky's, Len looks at the bar. Empty. With the Society's video on every station, everyone else had already gone to fight. His picked his rag off the table, and smiled. "Fuck it." And walked out the door.
Police patrol - No 4. of a documentary series published by L'Itinéraire, a street magazine sold by people who have a rough life. I have the priviledge to coach some writers and to take pictures to support their articles.
After a night full of fighting crime, the caped crusader finds the highest ledge and watches over the crime ridden Gotham city.
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The Hague School in a Different Light, an exposition at the Kunstmuseum, The Hague
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"Blue Caddy by Don Eddy" at the exhibition "In Focus. A Closer Look at Photorealism", Centraal Museum, Utrecht
I know this is pretty dull, but I needed to upload something so I could put my 'Ask Me Anything' answers up.. I took this at Beacon Fell today. The weather was terrible.
Ask Me Anything Answers:
Q: Would you rather stay a night at taxal lodge or have your hair cut by a 4 year old? :)
- A: DEFINITELY Taxal Lodge haha. I don't think I'd ever ever have the guts to let a 4 year old loose on my hair, although Taxal Lodge is pretty scary, it's one night. My hair would take ages to grow back and I would look even more like a moron haha.
Q: If you could go anywhere in the world that you haven't been to before, where would you go?
- A: There are SO many places I'd love to go. Australia, Italy, Japan, China, America (New York especially!), Canada, New Zealand, arggh theres loads! I want to be able to experience other ways of life, I find it really interesting.
Q: What is your favourite disney film?
- A: Wow, thats a difficult one! I always loved The Lion King. It makes me cry though! So does Bambi.. I also like Alice in Wonderland, One Hundred and One Dalmatians, The Parent Trap, The Jungle Book, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Hocus Pocus, Aladdin, Toy Story, A Bug's Life, Peter Pan... god this list is getting looonnggg! Hahaha. Oops! I got a bit carried away.
Q: Have you ever been in love?
- A: Yes. Haha. Short answer there!
Q: Where is your favourite spot to be in the world and why?
- A: I have a few. I love Andorra, because thats where I first went skiing and I have loads of happy memories there. I also love home, because it's home. I like Nice too, in France. I love the way of life there, when we went there I didn't want to go home. I would go back at the drop of a hat! I love the countryside as well, it's so peaceful and beautiful.. I could stay there forever. As long as it's not raining :P
Q: Where do you think you will be in five years time?
- A: Hopefully I will be working as a Photographer somewhere. After completing my degree, thats if I don't go onto further studying but I doubt that anyway. I might have moved away from home, to be nearer better opportunities, but we shall see. Thats all I know really.. well I say know, I mean hope.
Q: Who is your favourite historical photographer?
- A: I can't really answer that question, because I don't know! haha. But.. I do know, that I'm pretty amazed by Nicephore Niepce. Google him :)
Q: If you could make one wish, what would it be?
- A: These questions are boggling my head! Ummm.. one wish. Can I wish for more wishes?! Haha.. I'd wish to accomplish everything I want to with my Photography.. and to be happy for the rest of my life.
Q: Do you have any bad habits?
- A: Hahaa, why have you asked me that? Why do you do this to me? Uhhh, my boyfriend HATES it when I rub my eyes when i'm tired, haha, taking loads of food and then not eating it all... I'm sometimes quite forgetful, leaving junk in my boyfriend's car (he's worse :P), leaving Photography stuff all over the place, letting the cat drink out of the tap, leaving him in there to drink as much as he wants and then forgetting to turn it off when he's finished. Oh, and I'm a MASSIVE worrier! Like, majorly.
Q: What two words would you use to describe yourself?
- A: Bad with numbers
Q: Brody Dalle or Debbie Harry?
- A: I can't answer that.. its too hard. And I hate you for asking it. I pick Brody Harry.
Q: What is your favorite cartoon character?
- A: I like Tinkerbell. Good things come in small packages! Even though she's a bit of a jealous bitch haha. I think Piglet is cute, and I like Piglet mainly because of the fact I have a tiny little Piglet that my Grandma made me when I was a baby and she died when I was very young. You can probably find it somewhere on my photostream :) Modelling!
Q: Who is your biggest inspiration or role model? / If you could name your biggest influences, who would they be? / Whats ur favs photographer ? and why you like him/her?
- A: Im a biggish Annie Leibovitz fan.. I think she's fantastic and has done so well for herself. I can only wish to be as good as her.. I doubt I ever will be haha. I can only try. Her photographs are so beautiful and magical, they are always so perfect and portray the subject so well. I can tell a lot of thought has gone into them. I also love the fact shes such a perfectionist because I am too.. and it bugs me, but when I look at her it makes me glad I am too.
Q: Ducky Jnr or ducky , who is the best?
- A: Well, I would have to say Ducky Jnr because otherwise he might fall out with me!! And we can't have that. I think they're due a family reunion sometime soon though :P
Q: What do you think is the most beautiful thing in the world?
- A: Friendship. I think it's something you should never ever take for granted because friends are there because they want to be.. and I think its something you should treasure. I also think it's about quality not quantity. I pick my friends carefully. Sometimes you just click with people, and I think when that happens its really special. I have lots of acquaintances, and only a handful of 'friends'.
Q: Why do birds sing?
- A: Just in case Simon Cowell is in ear shot.
Q: Ducky Jnr - Does it echo when you quack?
- A: "Only when I'm singing with Debbie while bobbing along in the bath" - Ducky Jnr
Q: What made you want to take photography?
- A: Ive always been the creative one in the family. When I was younger I used to draw all the time, and had about a million colouring books! I also taught myself to play the keyboard, I used to play the violin, drums and sing. I also used to do drama, dance, gymnastics and ice skating. So when I left school I wanted to do Photography, but it wasn't an option back then. So I just decided to go for it and enrolled at college, and here I am! And I LOVE it.
Q: What music do you like? :)
- A: Absolutely anything. And I mean that. As long as it doesn't give me a headache. I like all sorts, really. I couldn't define my music taste its so varied. I don't like screamo stuff, I don't like much dance/techno music and I don't like death metal. I think thats about it.
Q: How you find the ideas for your photos? Any secrets for inspiration?:)
- A: Usually they pop into my head for no apparent reason. Sometimes just before I fall asleep or when I've just woken up. I also take a lot of inspiration from song lyrics, as you might have already noticed from my photostream.
Q: What two words would you use to describe yourself?
- A: I was just kidding before haha. I think I'd choose Honest and Loyal. I'm not sure, I'm not very good at describing myself. If anyone wants to add to that then feel free!
Q: What is your most embarrassing moment?
- A: I can't actually think of one off the top of my head! But.. I do know that when I was 3 years old, I went to London with my parents, and they had one of those little harness things so that I could wander about with them still in control of me (a bit like a dog really haha).. Anyway, my Mum wanted a picture of my stood next to one of the guards at Buckingham Palace, so she stood me there and I kept running back to her. So she tied my harness to the railing behind him. I tried running back and because the harness was made of elastic I went springing backwards and landed on my bum. The guard couldn't keep a straight face! tut tut. I'm pretty sure if I knew what was going on at that age I would have been pretty damn embarrassed then!
In reponse to your 'Tell me Anything' confessions!
Hannah, Daniel & Sam - Im addicted to toast! Mmm.. and milk!
Naomi - I LOVE One Tree Hill! One of my favourite programmes. Woohoo!
110/365 ...is blowin' in the wind. It was really stormy. Look how much the tree branches are moving!
tonight i will
make pasta with cheese.
take my sheet downstairs to the couch.
lay in the couch.
watch marathon of tv series.
drink tea.
make scones.
not talk to anyone.
not think about anyone but myself.
it's saturday night.
In an instant
She knew
Every answer
To every question
Why was she given
This burden
What was she to tell
The world
What is the point
Of life
If we know
Everything
Luckily
Molly has short term
Memory loss
And so it was
The burden was lifted
Ten minutes later
The End....or shall we say
The Beginning, again!
Lance Cpl. Jeremy Timms, acting desk sergeant with Security and Emergency Services Battalion, Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, responds to callers at the dispatch center on Camp Pendleton, California, April 17. The security services and first responders on Camp Pendleton are conducting daily operations as normal while taking precautions to prevent the spread of COVID-19. Dispatchers follow social distancing guidelines while at their individual workstations and wear face protection when forced to sit close. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Lance Cpl. Melissa I. Ugalde)
How have you been Flickr??!
I know I said I'll upload more and step out of my comfort zone, but my schedule became crazy just this August. Anyways, I have a similar photo but I like this more. My friends and I went off to a Church Photowalk. MOoe pictures to come!
To answer some of the questions I've been getting...
This was a 30 second exposure of a colour changing LED ('borrowed' from a childs toy) swinging on the end of a pendulum. Camera was placed directly under the swinging light.
Ever had a tea bag with a tag that vanishes into the mug when you add water? I really ought to patent this solution, which is to park the mug on the tag before beginning to pour.
The next step in the process, a few minutes later, is to hold the mug over the bin when removing the bag, to avoid drips. It was my wife who came up with that idea.
Today the Hereios of the We’re Here! Group are welcoming new members of the TBA Club.
The game consists in guessing which character (or animal, object, title of movie or novel, etc.) is hiding in a design made of letters of the alphabet and typographical symbols.
WHAT ARE THESE?
(C in English, N in Italian)
If you guess it, please answer in the comment.
Otherwise you can find the answer in the next image (wait for Zaffle 134)
Open the album "Zaffles" to see more than 100 zaffles but remember that the goal of this game is that everyone can create their own zaffles.
After his set at Vantastival 2016.
Strobist Info:
One AD360 at 1/1 camera right through shoot-through umbrella about 1 ft away from subject's face. Triggered with YN622s nad paired with the MT-16s for HSS Control.
And to answer your question - yes, he caught it! He is pure grace.
Moms are never objective. That is one thing that makes us so great. I am allowed to say my son is just awesome!!!!!! Here are a few of my favorite baseball shots of him.
I love watching and photographing my kids playing sports. When I am shooting, I don't cheer and that is apparently a good thing.
(c) 2010 Lisa Noble
This is a series that our youth ministry, The Current, is doing through the month of September. Just a quick fun idea, which I also made a little bumper for that you can view on this video:
Nothing too fancy, just some photo editing and some fun typography. And you gotta have some circles to communicate sound waves, I mean, you got to.
Le mani hanno un grande fascino.
Si prestano a varie interpretazioni. Raccontano la vita di un uomo, cosa ha vissuto.
As we were watching a large bull and his harem grazing on the ridge, we could hear another bull bugling an approach from the valley floor. When the newcomer reached the edge of the brush and stepped into the field the lead bull suddenly broke rank and moved to intercept him. There was a great deal of posturing and flared nostrils but it never came to blows. The interloper finally opted for a circuitous path around the herd.
On any given Sunday
When your world is cold and grey
And you're too tired to stand
I'll be there to lend a hand
If you don't know what to say
Just say the word "I'll stay"
If you don't wanna talk at all
I'm the answer when you call
- Royal Republic
This was taken on what was the most perfect winter day I've ever seen. The sun was shining bright and the air had a certain freshness to it that I really enjoyed all day. It was so lovely, it was like an answered prayer. At the end of the day, I spotted some urban nature and was intrigued by that and the light on the buildings by it. So I got my camera out for one last picture that day. Almost three years later, I wonder if it's still there.
. . .
A Northern Crested Caracara takes flight from a cell tower in San Antonio, Texas. Shortly after, two more followed it traveling due east toward the sun. I didn’t see them again for several days until recently they reappeared one or two at a time. There is a large nest in the tower. I don’t know if it’s theirs.
This is the virgin digital advert with the extra inch or two "glued" on the left. I've commented this picture to list all 74 bands. 311 and D12 are a bit tenuous. Will have to wait for Virgin to release the results to see how close I was.
unfortunately,
my flickr account has been set to be unsafe by the flickr company.
it's said that as below,
Marked as restricted
We've changed the safety level of your photostream to
"restricted".
As per our Community Guidelines, content like that in your
account is not considered "safe" for everyone to view. You
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system. When people browse or search on Flickr, they can
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another member will let us know - in fact that's why we've
taken action today. (No need to be upset - it's every
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OMG
but lucky that,
people who have a flickr account could still see something from my photo album. Those without an account could see nothing.
I've sent one e-mail to the head of Flickr to ask them to have a check on my photos safety level again, then set me back to be safe.