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...aftermath of excercises. BTW: I passed my driving licence on Fiat Punto II 19 years ago.
Minolta Dynax 505si Super
Helios 44-2, 58mm/f2
Ilford Pan 400, 7 min. in stock Ilford ID11
Scanned on Epson Perfection V550 Photo, with SilverFast SE 8.8.0r19
The rhythmic patter of raindrops could be heard from outside the drawing room. It had been raining ever since Johnny and the other adventurers returned from Antarctica.
The past week had not been easy, barely sleeping, barely eating and barely able to think about anything other than what happened.
He tried to drown out the thoughts, focusing on the raindrops. And the faint hiss and crackle of the nearby fireplace. And then the familiar voice that spoke.
'Interesting' the voice said as the sound of shuffling photo paper could be heard.
Johnny was only half focused on the voice. He rocked slightly in his chair.
'The architecture is certainly remarkable, vastly different from the other sites that have been discovered' the voice said. Looking through further photographs.
Johnny stared intently at the floor, focusing on the ornate patterns that twisted and turned and shifted.
Just like-
He flinched suddenly, clamping his hands to his head.
His surroundings began to drown out, like he had been submerged in liquid.
It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder and the voice cut through the liquid fog of his mind.
'It's okay, you're not there anymore' the voice murmured softly.
His eyes met the brilliant green of Arthur's. Who knelt down reassuringly. His soft features and bushy beard highlighted by the warm glow of the fireplace. His moustache formed a half smile, though it was one that held concern.
'I'm sorry' Johnny rasped. Trying to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead with his calloused, clammy hands.
'You've been through a lot' Arthur replied, standing up and leaning on the desk.
'I just can't stop thinking about the temple, that creature, all those tentacles'. He shuddered.
'Shoggoths will break even the strongest of minds' Arthur said, slowly pacing around the room.
'We barely escaped from that temple before it attacked. The dynamite held it off. But then' Johnny gasped, closing his eyes 'The Baron'.
'You and I both know that megalomaniac would meet an unfortunate end' Arthur replied 'After what happened in China it's astounding that he could even brave the Antarctic'.
Johnny began to slowly rock again.
'You should have contacted me' Arthur sighed.
'I thought I could handle it'
'Not every expedition will end in finding ancient treasure and fighting off a few mummies' Arthur sighed 'There are some places humans aren't meant to explore'.
He looked at Johnny, who's large bulky form filled out most of the armchair. His skin was paler than usual, dark bags had formed underneath his eyes due to the lack of sleep, his moustache and chin unkempt and dotted with stubble.
Arthur moved to the plush armchair parallel to Johnny.
'Tell me about the nightmares' Arthur said.
Johnny sighed, leaning back slightly in the armchair.
'They always start the same' he sighed 'I'm inside the temple. Looking at the bright beacon, all those moving images of planets and moons surrounding it. Then I hear the other's voices, Pippin, Harry, Kilroy, Jing Lee's. It's like they're all trapped within the walls.' he sighed again, taking a deep breath.
'Suddenly, the creature bursts through the floor. All those shifting eyes and mouths screaming and gnashing. I run, taking different paths in each nightmare. But it always finds me, it's always right behind me. And then...'
He cupped his hands around his face, silently sobbing.
'It's trauma induced by the phsycic and psychological properties of the creature and the temple' Arthur exclaimed 'It's not easy to deal with'.
'I just want it to stop'
'And it will, I'm going to make sure of it' Arthur said calmly.
Johnny looked at him, somewhat puzzled, somewhat relieved.
'There's two options for this' Arthur murmured 'I can either teach you how to subdue the trauma, negate the psychological effects of your experience'.
'or?' Johnny said, looking worried.
'I can erase the memories' Arthur said, leaning forward in the armchair 'You and the others will forget the whole experience, it will be like it never happened. It's your choice'.
Johnny sighed 'We saw so much there, some of it quite beautiful. I don't know how the others would feel, especially Kilroy. After what he saw'.
'What do you mean?' Arthur replied.
'He found this chamber, some sort of observatory or astronomy chamber. There were maps and charts and carved into walls, so many stars and planets we never knew about'.
'Maybe it's for the best that the knowledge found there isn't recorded' Arthur said concerned.
Johnny shook his head 'He kept talking about a particular star map. Said it matched a map found at another site in the Oceania region. He said it had the same red star'.
Arthur's eyes widened, a strange surge of cold dred slithered down his spine.
'Did you just say a red star?'
The forest doesn't need your outrage, nor your sympathy, nor your tears. It just needs you not to be an asshole. Don't be an asshole...
Wild Poppies make vast numbers of seeds, up to 60,000 per plant, and these can lie in the ground for over 80 years before germinating, so there is a vast seed bank buried in the country just waiting for the right conditions for them to come back to life.When the earth is churned, poppies grow. In the aftermath of the horrific trench warfare of the First World War, the poppy – sprouting across the killing fields of France and Belgium, then immortalized in John McCrae’s moving poem – became a symbol of loss, remembrance, and redemption.
From unpublished series I made while doing my PannaFoto project.
A story of a boy dealing and healing with his scar, after the nationwide news and the spotlight fade. The scar is not only skin deep. It pierced inside.
Kaikoura
New Zealand
After the crimson display at dawn I previously posted, an orange glow persisted for a good few hours afterward gradually fading away. I could have stayed much longer but we had other commitments early that morning!
Hobby fair in Poznań is over. This was my LUG's space there. Over 1k square meters of LEGO. The pic was taken right before the closing hour.
Overally the event turned out fantastic. Guys from "Zbudujmy to!" are great, we talked much during the time spent there. I traded lots of useless (for me) stuff, received my lugbulk (pic soon) and well, we encouraged more people to interest in LEGO.
What's not to love?
~Jan.
A couple of photos of yours truly after knee surgery today. Everything went just fine, I'm already up and around, and now I'm gonna take a well deserved break for a week or so. See ya again soon! 😁💗💗
Smoke hangs over the city after fireworks, illuminated by the street lights underneath. November 5th 2014.
Here is a little build I came up with. (And an excuse to use my damaged Vader) I´ve wanted to make this scene for a long time already but I wasn´t sure if I wanted to do a big MOC, scene or little vignette like this. Vignette it is! I might do it as a scene in the future too, we´ll see. It's based on a picture I found online.
I really like how this turned out, it´s a great little display piece! I hope you guys enjoy it as well. Let me know!
Here's a slightly different angle showing damaged autoracks set aside for disposition. No photographer listed, JL Sessa collection.
Of Hurricane Larry. It was a wild night with winds of 140 Km/hr and heavy rain. We only lost one tree thank goodness.
Torbay, NL
This is the last picture I took in the wee hours this morning.
We stopped to take a break, breath, reflect and talk.
A day of horror for Stockholm, for Sweden and the world.
A sad day.
However, we will not rest.
We do not fear, we do not fall down or weaken.
We stand stronger, stronger than ever.
One can never be prepared when things like this happen, but we can train and expect the unexpected.
We are prepared. And we stand strong.
immediate post concert scene
Custom House Square Belfast after the Texas concert
It doesnt stay like this for more than a few minutes because the bar staff descend with plastic bags to pick up the rubbish and then the whole place gets hosed down.
Interesting to watch from above and to get a few photos too.
I never meant my flickr hiatus to be broken this way - especially since it was largely a combination of my being unsatisfied with my own artistic efforts and laziness - but life happens.
Speaking of life happening, what a difficult 48 hours. Which isn't to say that it surprises me that a bigot who ran on that hatred and gained enough of a platform to be taken seriously could win but it's still hard to take.
Even more so, as a gay disabled black person who largely felt they were strongarmed with a 'Clinton OR ELSE' ultimatum - even when Bernie Sanders was a real option - by white people it feels slightly like a slap in the face that a lot of those very people are the reason we are in this pickle right now (see for yourself) but that's just reality I guess. There's still time for the electoral college to choose the popular vote instead and keep us from what is being projected as a major world market crash for us but that's not something I feel I can wholeheartedly put my faith in.
In the meantime change is coming & life is going to have to go on. As for me? I will take this weekend to mourn the state of affairs so I can try and refocus this pain into being proactive and protecting myself as needed. Hopefully this darkness leads to light sooner rather than later and we finally start having the difficult conversations surrounding all these prejudices instead of just hiding them so real steps to eradicate them can actually happen.
Things are going to be hard for sure but I'm trying to be optimistic as long as possible in the interim.
Pvt. Hikaru "Worm" Tamaki was assigned to Fireteam Zulu of the Talon Corporation. They were tasked with breaking into a bank located in Sakura Falls. This was Hikaru's first time on the job and she was determined to do her best. After all, she needed the money for her own benefit. Little did she know that she would the last 'survivor' of her team. At first, everything seemed to be going well with standard resistance, but it seemed to all go downhill from there. Both sides suffered significant casualties and Hikaru was forced to retreat from the scene after witnessing two of her allies die before her eyes and two others become gravely injured. The events left her traumatized.