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Streetart Ghent, Belgium
„ASAP” in the Open Monochrome category was accepted by the Jury of PHOTO TRIGGER CIRCUIT 2026. The contest was organized by RARAAVIS CLUB (Georgia). The event was held under the patronage of: IAAP: 2026/332-334, FIAP: 2026/319-321, PSA:2026-1151, AAAP: 2026, GPU:L260066, RARAAVIS: 2026, ORASIS:2026, IIG: 2026, PHOTOLIFE:026/03
In Explore! On July 1, 2025
I spotted my first Green-veined White this weekend. I'm a bit behind on commenting but will catch up asap.
……Epping forest horses & riders. Just back from a week in London looking after our grandson while Dad was away & Mom was at work, also it was his first day at Nursery School age 3¾ - lovely to see him so excited to go - 1st in the queue!! As a treat he went to Epping Forest on Saturday. Many thanks for your visits whilst I’ve been offline - catch up with you ASAP. Alan:-)
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It's time for a break from birds! Yesterday I took a break from Flickr; this should be fun, not another chore. Between recent commitments and the need to get my garden planted asap due to our brief growing season, the past few weeks have been hectic.
But beyond that, I feel like I'm going a little stale as a photographer - so it's back to basics. And in my life, basic means black and white.
The prairie lends itself well to monochrome: such a simple, yet highly graphic landscape. To do it well, some deep looking is required. Essentially, I've had to get over the need to please people by photographing the prairie the way it's usually seen: hay bales against a sunset sky, for example. I've done that, but I know... well, I know it's been done. Done to death, perhaps. Flip through any calendar that has at least one prairie image and you'll find hay bales against a sunset sky, or if not that, maybe a combine in a wheat field. Nothing wrong with that. But the prairie offers a whole lot more. There must be different ways to see it!
Over the next few days I will offer some recent and some older black and white takes on the prairie, my prairie, starting with this view of some Trembling Aspens: a thick tangle of branches at the top, thread-thin trunks below, and in between, the seeping inky blackness of nightfall. There was barely enough light to focus. I resisted the temptation to process for detail - the camera's sensor captured a whole lot more than what's visible here - and instead tried to maintain the murky quality of the subject as I saw it in the gathering dark.
Photographed at Aspen Coulee in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Tabby wanted to try wearing her "shiny" hair for a few days like her heroine Olive whom you can see on instagram @mintkarla ;)
We are taking it easy snuggling up with our cuddlies because I am super poorly with flu now which means I couldn't start my new medication today :( So I need to get over the flu asap so I can start it!! We'll be in bed most the week watching Disney movies if you need us ;)
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Apologies for not returning your kind visits and comments, I have been very busy lately and no time is left for Flickr.
I will come back with more photos and visit your photostream ASAP.
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Bayangkan mereka masuk didalam tubuh anda......asap yang paling bawah menyerupai bentuk sosok dalam kartun casper
Embraer EMB-135BJ Legacy 650
msn14501230 de 2017
Air Hamburg Private Jets (30/11/2017 - ...)
aéroport Grenoble Isère
12/02/2022
PR-LNY, D-ASAP.
Location: Pantai Tanjung Biru Port Dickson, Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia
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Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mark ii
Lens: EF 17-40mm f4 L USM
Filter: Lee Filters (0.9 Hard) + ND400
Exposure: 30 sec
Aperture: f/11
Focal Length: 17 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
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I said it must be cause a nigga got dough
extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
and them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Taken with a Nikon Nikkor 35mm f1.8 with adapter
Quick opportunist shot taken while waiting to be served in a bar in the trendy Pasaz Bielaka
Embraer EMB-135BJ Legacy 650
msn14501230 de 2017
Air Hamburg Private Jets (30/11/2017 - ...)
aéroport Grenoble Isère
12/02/2022
PR-LNY, D-ASAP.
Embraer EMB-135BJ Legacy 650
msn14501230 de 2017
Air Hamburg Private Jets (30/11/2017 - ...)
aéroport Grenoble Isère
12/02/2022
PR-LNY, D-ASAP.
Aprovechando un dia en Paris ya que el avion me dejo colgado.
One day in Paris as my flight was over sold.
Se ve mejor en grande // Best seen large.
En cuanto tenga tiempo me pongo a revisar vuestras fotos.
ASAP I'll review your shots.
Star Wars: Dysfunction
An Alphas Story
ARC Squad Alpha-B Roster
Captain Alpha-10 “Ramser” (CO/Auxiliary Marksman)
First Lieutenant Alpha-09 “Capyr” (XO/Auxiliary Demolitions)
Second Lieutenant Alpha-51 “Adenn” (Demolitions/CQB)
Second Lieutenant ARC-53/886 “Gray” (Technician)
Sergeant Major ARC-21/547 “Swoop” (Aerial Assault)
Sergeant Major ARC-401/39 “Deadshot” (Marksman)
Sergeant CS-1801 “Ticker” (Infantry Team Leader)
Corporal CT-89/123 “Stitch” (Medic)
Private CT-7713 “Rail” (Infantry)
Private CT-9054 “Ram” (Infantry)
Private CT-4509 “Knuckles” (Infantry)
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Chapter I
RAS Bastila Shan
Outskirts of the Hypori Sector
21 BBY
“Unbelievable! Un-karking-believable! This is a horrible injustice towards the fighting men of the Grand Army of the Republic! This is oppression! Tyranny! A crime unparalleled throughout all of galactic history!”
Private Rail sighed, and looked over at his squadmate, Knuckles. “Oh, command only took away your unauthorized porn collection. Stop being a crybaby about it.”
“That was high-quality Holovid material, man! Some of the best in the industry! I’m not being a crybaby, I’m protesting against the stomping on of my right to get turned on!”
“I don’t think that’s a right, Knuckles.”
“Well it should be!”
Before the discussion about the hypothetical right to porn could progress, a third clone bursted into the impromptu meeting room of the debate club that had been founded just seconds earlier, otherwise known as the RecRoom of the Bastila. Clone Sergeant Ticker, the team’s senior NCO that wasn’t an ARC, crossed his arms, and glared at Rail and Knuckles, highly annoyed. Ticker pointed at Knuckles, and said “Private, I swear to the Force, is it impossible for me to leave ya alone fer three damn minutes without ya gettin’ yerself into kriffing trouble!? Ya know that garbage is against the regs! You’re making the entire team look bad! Blast it, you’re making the entire GAR look bad!”
Knuckles simply shrugged, and replied “Hey, if they don’t want these things to happen, they shouldn’t ban my porn.”
Rail rolled his eyes, and said “You know, Knuckles, that they ban all of that kind of stuff. They aren’t just targeting you specifically.”
“Oi, that’s enough, ya two. We can sort out the contraband issue later. The Cap’n wants us all in the hangar, and we’d hate to disappoint, eh?”
Rail stood up from his seat, and replied “On it, Sarge. We’ll head to the armory ASAP.”
Rail and Knuckles quickly walked out of the RecRoom, leaving Ticker behind.
“So, how do you think this is gonna work out, Rail?”
Rail punched in the code to open the Armory door, and replied “Eh, chances all, we get captured, we get interrogated, and we get executed. Standard Covert Ops stuff, from what the XO told me.”
As they stepped into the armory, Knuckles said “Oh, come on. Lieutenant Capyr doesn’t know what he’s-”
Knuckles heard the sound of a clone clearing his throat, and turned his head to see Capyr adjusting a bayonet on his DC-15A. “I know a lot of things, Private. Including that you should always make sure the fellow you’re badmouthing isn’t within earshot.”
The two turned their heads as they heard a chuckle and saw 2nd Lieutenant Adenn sitting on top of a container whilst chucking a grenade around in his hands. “Knowing that you’re able to hear us is what makes it more funnier.”
Capyr made a gesture of questionable politeness towards Adenn, and looked back at Knuckles and Rail. “Look, you two. I know that being sent on borderline suicide missions behind enemy lines is bad for morale, but can you at least save it until after we’re on the ground?” The two Privates muttered in acknowledgments, and went about getting their equipment.
Adenn continued tossing the grenade around in his hands. “‘Ey, Capy, you think that bayonet of yours could pierce through this?”
Capyr scowled under his helmet, gestured at Adenn again, and pressed a button on his gauntlet.
Adenn looked around the armory in confusion, then turned to Capyr, and said “The kark did you do now? And what the kark is that noi-” Adenn looked down to his hands, and a look of horror came across his face as he realized how the grenade played into this. Throwing the now armed grenade across the room, he dove behind a crate of blasters and hoped for the best.
Capyr, for his part, simply stood up, walked over to the grenade, and chuckled. Picking it up, he placed it on his belt, and called out “Hey, di’kut! You can come out now!” Capyr looked over at the two Privates, staring at him in shock. “Eh, don’t worry about it. This here is a little invention of mine, call it a Gagnade. About as explosive as durasteel.”
Adenn slowly crept back up, shock all over his face as he shakingly asked “What the kark? How-”
“Oh, y’know. Designed to look like a grenade, and when I press this button right here,” said Capyr, pointing at his gauntlet, “It starts beeping. Figured it’d be useful on a mission some day, but it’s also real good for putting di’kute who like to pretend they’re Demolitions Experts in their place. By which I mean you, so don’t try to pull the ‘No, you’ trick on me.”
The shock on Adenn’s face became a hateful scowl as he walked over to Capyr with his knife in hand. Capyr, in response, picked up his DC and pointed the bayonet at Adenn. “Now, now, I’m enough of a civilized adult for both of us, so why don’t we sit down and act like it?”
Adenn was not impressed as he looked down at the bayonet. “And if I said no?”
“Then I’m telling the angry Captain standing in the doorway.”
Adenn turned his head, and saw that the squad’s CO, Captain Ramser, was indeed standing in the doorway, his arms crossed. Adenn gave a nervous smile and slowly waved at the Captain, the bayonet still pointed at him. Ramser sighed, and said “Weapons down, both of you.”
Adenn raised both hands and asked. “What weapon?”
Capyr slowly lowered his DC, and said “The knife, you moron.”
Adenn looked at Capyr, mouthed suggestive things at him, and placed the knife back into its holster. When Ramser was sure that the Armory would not be the site of a stabbing, he continued speaking. “Look, Capyr. I know that when Adenn joined the team, there was some… conflict over him taking your job. But he’s still part of the team, and you are to treat him as such. And Adenn, I don’t know what you’re doing to provoke these fights, but whatever it is, stop.”
“Maybe if he wasn’t such a whiny piece of-”
“I said, stop it, Adenn.
Adenn clenched his fist and looked at Capyr in disgust. “Yes, sir.” Capyr and Adenn watched as Ramser stepped outside the Armory, and began to finish collecting their equipment in silence.
Corporal Stitch looked up from his partially assembled Medkit and over at his squadmate, Ram, who was frantically punching buttons on a datapad. “Y’know, Ram, that trick is only going to work so long. The CO will find out eventually.” Stitch shrugged as his warnings fell upon deaf ears and Ram refused to respond, still pushing random buttons to make himself appear busy. “Seriously, it’s only a matter of time.”
Ram remained focused on his datapad until an ARC in grey armor noticed him, walked over, and in one swift motion, took the datapad from Ram and hit him over the head with it. “CT-9054, for the last time, stop messing around the with the datapads. These aren’t toys.”
A second ARC walked up next to Gray. “You really didn’t have to hit him over the head with it, Gray.”
Gray looked at the datapad in his hand, then at the other ARC. “Maybe not, Swoop. But it was satisfying. Y’know how rare it is for me to be the highest-ranking officer around?”
A clone with a black streak going down the visor of his helmet walked into the hangar, sporting a DC-15X, and a short cloak. “‘Oi, mir’sheb, lay off ‘em.”
Gray sighed, and said “Fine, Deadshot. But you can make sure he doesn’t slack off instead. I can’t deal with that level of slacking.”
“I’m not a babysitter. Get someone who will actually listen to you to do that job.”
Gray looked at Deadshot, slowly placed the datapad on a nearby crate, and stepped forward. “ARC-401/39, I don’t know what your major malfunction is, but just because I’m not the Captain or Lieutenant Capyr doesn’t mean I don’t outrank you.”
“Cut the osik, smartass. I know you do. Doesn’t mean I’ll do your chores.”
Stitch stepped between his two superiors, holding out his arms to separate them. “Okay, okay, brothers. I think we can both agree this has escalated too far. Sir, how about I watch our resident lump of uselessness?”
Gray thought for a few seconds, then replied “Okay, Corporal. Make sure he actually does something. As for you, Deadshot, we’ll settle this later. I’m going to check in with the Captain, see if something’s wrong. The rest of the team should be-”
“Apologies, Gray. Had to diffuse me a conflict. Capyr and Adenn, as usual.” Gray and company turned to see Captain Ramser walking towards them, two ARCs and two Privates in tow. “Everything has been going well on your end, I hope.”
An anxious Gray bit his tongue under his helmet, and responded “Eh, not at all sir. All is fine.”
Ramser paused for a second, then shrugged. “If you say so. Now, I believe we a Larty to catch, a planet to land on, and a CIS base to infiltrate.”
A chorus of “Understood, sir,” followed, and the eleven clones walked towards the LAAT in silence. They knew what they were getting into. And they knew that they may not be able to count on each other during it.
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Zuiko 12mm f2
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