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Actually, I don't know if it is a Cleome spinosa or a cleome hassleriana. Maybe someone could help me to tag this flower with the right ID ?
Feel free to comment !
Actually is a rather nice spot for a meal, but not with a little one.
Nikon F5 - AF Nikkor 24mm 1:2.8 - Rollei RPX 25 @ ASA-25
Tetenal Neofin Blau (1+9) 5:00 @ 20C
Scanner: Epson V700 + Silverfast 9 SE
Editor: Adobe Photoshop CC
Actually I went to Mount Baleku in Gunung Sari for the view and to get a feeling for the place interestingly described by Alfred Russel Wallace in his The Malay Archipelago. I came too late in the day for the monsoon season, and the mists obscured the views of Mataram from this pretty hill with handsome Hindu Pura. So I looked to the ground.
Here's a Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa aestuans. They're quite hard to photograph because they flit about so erratically. She's drawing nectar from Rattlepod, Crotalaria pallida. Then the rain came down from Rinjani onto the Lesser Hills, and I fled for the car below.
A studio apartment type situation happening inside here.
As a side note: I have designed a couple of so called modular buildings in the past. (namely the Doughnut Shop and Umbrella Store) But the Corner Bakery is actually my first truly "modular" building, because this time I actually paid attention to the stairways so that if you have multiple of this middle floor stacked together, the staircase would run continuously.
Actually, the driver's laughing. I thought it was high time for another railway photo: this railcar has just arrived at Sassari in Sardinia with a service from Alghero, and will soon make the return journey (with us on board). Sassari is Sardinia's second city; no, I didn't know that either until I came here. Based on the evidence I saw, "tagging" trains with graffiti seems to be pretty normal here.
This is the first package taken from the VisTec 'CompaX - Series' and 'Contractor - Series'. Feel free to use it and please credit.
I. 'CompaX - Series' Stock
II. 'CompaX - Series' Scope
III. 'CompaX - Series' Flashlight
IV. 'CompaX - Series' Flashhider
V. 'Contractor - Series' Stock
VI. 'Contractor - Series' Firefinder Scope
VII. 'CompaX - Series' - Bipod
VIII. 'CompaX - Series' 7,62x51mm Drum
IX. 'Contractor - Series' 40mm Grenade Launcher
X. 'Contractor - Series' .12ge Breaker Pumpgun
"We walked out onto the tarmac and boarded the Phrogs just like any other day"
The sun was hell. Actually, hell would have been a balmy resort town compared to what it felt like that summer. I had heard Qatar was hot, but my god you woulda thought the sun was vacationing about 5 miles away it was so damn hot. I spent more of my money on sunscreen and Aloe Vera to keep me from peeling like an onion than I could have hoped to have spent on drinks and women.
I was serving with the 152nd MEU, or Marine Expeditionary Unit. Basically they fly us somewhere, we walk over here, march over there, look at some caves, sweat our balls off all day, then fly back home just in time for late role call and leftover dinner shit. And it was like that for 7 months. Day in and day out. Even when winter started to come, it was still hotter than a Sports Illustrated model in the Swimsuit Edition. I must have drank enough water to empty Lake Michigan over those few months. I would pass up carrying extra ammo so I could squeeze in one or two extra water bottles. And the sand, holy bajesus the sand. Shit got everywhere, and into everything. One day I went to slap the snooze button on my alarm clock in the barracks, and sand came out of THAT! You couldn't escape it. You could take 10 showers in one day and still be scratchin' the shit outta your scalp. But enough of the complaining. All negative attributes aside, the deployment went pretty well for almost the whole thing. We managed to find a couple ammo caches in some ravines and mountain sides, which made for some interesting selfies. Nothing cooler than snapchatting a picture of you with 30 PRG warheads layin' behind ya in a desert cave used by the Taliban. And because we were stationed at a main base, there was plenty of wifi and cell service to go around, and a decent enough connection to Skype your girlfriend back stateside without too many problems. Another plus, my best high school friend Jack Sandusky and his brother Jeremy got deployed in the same unit as me. Even after basic, it was still like high school all over again. They say basic training and serving in general changes you, but Jack was as lively as he was in high school. The jokester of the unit, but he never did anything too radical. He and his brother drifted apart a bit, but we were all still pretty close. I was bit jealous of Jack though, because he got the cool job. He was the squad ordinance commander. Pretty much he's the guy that calls in the air support if you're in a tight spot. Bunch of guys held up in a hut? Laze the building and it's bombs away for a drone strike. Pinned down on a mountain side? Spit some code into the coms and in come the warthogs to bail your ass out. Overall, things were good. We counted down the days till we could head back home and get outta this sun for a while. Most days when we'd fly out somewhere, the unit would make a pool and take bets if we would find anything. And if we were to find something, we had to guess what it would be. Loser would buy the drinks that night, but if no one won, we all have to drink an honorary shot of the most disgusting drink the bar had to offer (and let me tell you, on base bars can have some pretty nasty shit). But then things went south. And when I say south, I mean we went from the north to the south pole...
It all started on this one day we went out “toy box busting” in an area that had seen pretty much zero combat over the past few months. It was right in the flight path of fighters and ‘130s and helos and shit comin’ and goin, so nobody really dared try anything there because they would get spotted faster that you could blink, which is exactly why nobody ever expected anything to happen. We walked out onto the tarmac and boarded the Phrogs just like any other day. Our mission was the same as always too. Walk over here, scout some areas over there, check some ravines for movements and possible weapons caches, then meet up with a convoy at a local village and RTB. It was a nice little village, and the locals had all gotten used to us. They weren't really scared of us, and often greeted units that rolled through with smiles. But that day, something was different.
The Phrogs dropped us off 10 mikes north of the village, and after we hit our objectives we rallied at the west entrance of town to wait up for our ride. The convoy we were hitchin with was rollin in to meet with the locals and leader of the village and ask if anybody had seen or heard anything, and just continue to make nice with the locals. They showed up right on check and we hopped into the Humvees ready to get the hell outta the sun. But as we entered the village on the main road, it was immediately apparent something was off. There were no kids running up to greet us. No parents looking on with kind but watchful gazes. Instead, eyes peered at us from cracks and holes in buildings, and windows slammed shut as we passed. The rest of the guys must’ve picked up on it too because we rolled in slowly, the gunners sweeping the rooftops. The guy on my Humvee must have known something was gunna happen cuz he checked the action on his Mah-Duce three times, but of course at the time I thought he was just had ADHD or some shit and was bored.
We pulled up to the town square where the village leader was waiting for us. He stood smiling, but his smile was reserved, as if he were nervous or afraid of something. Our convoy approached with caution, but the lead vehicle that the commanding officer was in pulled right up alongside him. The town leader leaned into the window, assumably greeting the CO. Everything seemed to be just ducky, but a few moments later I heard shouts from ahead, and I peeked my head out the window to see what was going on just in time to hear "BOMB!!” and “DROP IT! DROP THE DETONA-"
The shouts were silenced by an explosion that rocked the village. Shrapnel ripped through the windshield and killed our driver, and all I heard over the coms was someone screaming "BADGER ONE DOWN! BADGER ONE IS DOWN!"
As if watching those guys get blown to bits wasn't enough, next came the line that makes you look to the sky and say goodbye.
Three letters. Three simple letters. Not coincidentally, DIE has three letters too...
Well, here it finally is! Last week's overdue segment in the Chronicles of Eagle Team. It has been on postpone due to a vacation and a very real struggle to finish my CH-46 build. Hope you all like it! I should have this week's addition of the story up later today or tomorrow :D
CITX SD40M-2 2799 leads another CITX SD40M-2 and two CITX SD40-2s east through Riverside, IL on a X-MRLCSX. I barely had enough time to get out the door for this guy! I never thought I'd ever see a quartet of 40's on the racetrack again.
"Popular fiction had it all backwards about killer robots. Far from turning their guns on their creators, bestowing our war machines with intelligence led them to cast their weapons aside instead."
-Name withheld pending full inquiry
It's finally done! This would have been my entry to the contest You Control the Action 4. After the contest was canceled, I revived it as a challenge.
Special thanks to my friend Brian for helping me take awesome photos!
Check out the full set here.
Actually...he just knocked over the Jenga tower with a great expression on his face :)))
A great moment from a funny night, played Jenga and PES (Pro Evolution Soccer) on Playstation 2...
Sorry for flash shadows...but it was night time, and I needed light! :)
Actually, I didn't know the picture was being resized on download. I'll be more careful in the future.
... to an evening of Christmas tree decorating!
SOOC with the exception of the borders that I added.
colored tree lights may have made for a prettier Christmas bokeh shot, but we are sort of partial to having all white lights... oh well. There are actually a ton of really colorful ornaments on the tree however... lost in this type of composition though.
Actually it's Big Cottonwood Canyon Road from Brighton to Salt Lake City at about 9pm on a Saturday night. But what's that freaky light in the sky?
Actually the only photo of flowers I've ever taken! Enjoy... Or not ;-)
A vrai dire, la seule photo de fleurs que j'ai jamais pris! Appriéciez... Ou pas ;-)
Portes-les-Valence (Drôme), France ------------------------------- View Large / Voir En Grand
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Tune of the pic: ----> Don't Ask Why (My Bloody Valentine).
Actually that Laura Roberts, but ...
Taken at a Jonathan Thorpe (jthorpephoto.com/portfolio/) lighting class as massive storm was blowing in.
Strobist Info: Phottix Indra 500 in a small octa camera left.
Actually the water that he promoted is also owned by Coca-Cola haha XD... but the damage is already done...
Actually this is a Justin Mrgan Breyer Model one of it's kind. It's what they call a test model before they decide on just what the model should look like when completed.
Actually, I have no idea if this is a typical day or not, I've only been here once. But because it was a Tuesday and not the weekend, I have to assume it was typical. I guess I'll have to wait until I come back to be sure. The beach is protected by a seawall and the shops are all open and outdoor bistros serve beer, wine, coffee and pastries. Personally I could get used to this as a typical day. We stopped along here and had a drink at one of the cafes as we watched the everything around us. If I did live here I'd probably live to be a ripe old age, playing checkers or bocci ball with the other escapees from modern civilization. Then I'd sit and have a glass of red wine while I watched the people go by. Then I'd get up in the morning and do it all again. Just another typical day in Collioure, France.
Actually took a late night run to a convenience store for a bottle of water and some chocolate. Getting braver these days.
Actually a rather cute little wheel which offers mild excitement in Adventure Island, Southend-on-Sea's mini theme park on the seafront
Actually the original photo was one of Hemingway’s bathroom. Harry and his robot friend from Key West’s Custom House were added using Photoleap.
Actually my son saw a paraglider start for the first time. After I prepared the wing & went on, my son ( 1,8 year ) started crying, like a baby, who missed his parents. All the pilots on the summit laughed & talk to him in different languages :)
But he was very happy to see me on a landing site in half an hour. My wife posted this episode in her Instagram:
... I wonder what tomorrow's will look like?
Only joking boys, but it does seem of late that with every newly painted Tractor, the blue team has devised a new livery...
Presumably the latest livery relies heavily on vinyl rather than paint, they'd be there all flippin' night trying to paint that lighter blue shading on. And considering the beastie wearing it is now over 50 years old, it actually looks ok.
This is a Bristol-Derby RTC via the Marches Network Rail test train, I'm guessing running as 3Q23, leaving Crewe for the final stretch to Derby. Top 'n tailing and both under power are 37609 and 37608.
Crewe, 6 September 2014.
I happened to notice that Norbert from the Day Release Squad was about also, here's what he thought about Tractors vice an absent Western...
This dress, in person, is a bright green; however, for some reason in these photos it appears almost teal blue.Taken 032211 at Taste, a restaurant, in Red Bank,NJ.
Day 13
Visually not great. But she wasn't really up to anything this morning.
She is now at the Vet's on an IV drip. Awaiting results from her blood tests tomorrow morning.
Sigma 17-70, k-01
Actually the red one with the doll head in the middle is a bag for pijama. Really the people made very strange things. This is very old bag in one very old house full with a lot of those strange things . Bad that this house with all that stuff is not mine. We just was there for a photo shoots.
actually the name of this waterfall is Latourell Falls; it is one of the many waterfalls along the Columbia Gorge.
I am back from a quick camping trip to Grasslands National Park. I had planned to go in the spring that didn't work out, so I hopped in my car and went camping by myself this week. It was awesome. Necklace by millicent
I believe we're actually going to put the decorations up tomorrow afternoon, so expect even more of this sort of thing in the near future...
Actually, it's an immature Little Blue Heron, but he thinks he's a fairy floating around amongst the flowers with his pretty wings and chasing dragonflies. :)
Taken in a marsh that I go to that is quickly drying up, so I need to continue going until that time. :)
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