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Photograph taken in the aftermath of the Great Timber Yard Fire in Hartlepool, 1922. Street scene in which locals can be observed surveying the damage. Lamposts appear to have bent over due to the heat caused by the blaze which, in places, is still smouldering.
Photograph Collection No: 340
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This is after the separation of the Dragon capsule from the Falcon 9 during SpaceX's Crew Dragon in-flight abort test. Two trails can be seen leaving the explosion. The larger one is part of the remains of the Falcon 9. Other sources indicate this was the second stage, which appeared to have escaped the explosion intact. I thought the smaller one was the Dragon capsule, but other sources suggest the capsule was well clear of the rocket prior to the explosion, and likely wasn't very visible from my vantage point.
with LEE gnd .6 (soft)
©Jeremy Photography 2014
Ghim Moh, aftermath of the demolish, well, most of the part was demolished.
Once is destroyed, it's destroyed. There's no return. Even if it's rebuilt, it's never the same as before.
Cherish them before they are completely phased out.
The charred remains of a Joshua tree forest under a purple twilight. In 2020 over 43,000 acres of Joshua trees were incinerated during a devastating wildfire, one of the largest to ever hit the area. The aftermath was this stark scene in an already sparse desert. Unlike most plants and trees, Joshua trees are limited in their future distribution. Over 10,000 years ago when giant sloths roamed the Earth, these animals would eat the fruit of J-Trees- as they would migrate around and leave droppings behind, Joshua tree seeds were distributed. Today, without human intervention, it is near impossible for these trees to expand into new territory, making situations like this one here all the more impactful. Photographed for National Geographic Magazine.
... of a forest fire in the Careml forests South of Haifa.
I shoot this two days after the fire was extinguished, there was a lot of ash floating in the air and it gave the scene this blueish glow.
In June this church near where I live caught on fire. Here is the aftermath. I don't remember hearing if they ever found the cause of this fire. I am not religious so this place is actually most well known to me as somewhere cops like to sit and enforce the slow 35 MPH speed limit on Abbe Road!
College Heights Baptist Church - Elyria, Ohio
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This is two days of feverish building, demolishing, rebuilding, scavenging, and general awesome.
You can hardly tell, right?
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The use of this photo is allowed only with written authorization of Svante Oldenburg
Fire Fighter watches as the embers burn the last of the undergrowth. Love the direction of the smoke, the balance of the dark and green... and the yellow hose in loops.
Used the Pano setting on my camera (no cropping!)
As the auroral storm, shown in some of the previous pix, subsided, a subtle aquamarine glow veiled part of the starry sky, containing some nice red streaks, evidence of some pretty high energy pulses from the sun.
Northern Lights seen from the middle of (very solidly frozen over ) Kluane Lake, Yukon Territory, , using a 40 year old Fujica ST705 camera and a Russian Zenitar 16mm lens, loaded with NEW Fujifilm Natura 1600.(25 seconds)
Trolls mopped the floor... Bad guys win and so does daddy since they had a blast playing with it! =)
Berlin, 1923. Less than five years after the end of the Great War, Germany economy lies in ruins. A disabled war veteran begs in the street dressed in his pre-war dunkelblau waffenrock.
A ribbon bar with several (unfortunately indistinguishable) awards is pinned to his chest, below it an Iron Cross 1st Class, and below the Cross a Wound Badge in Silver, awarded for three or four wounds or a severe wound such as the loss of a limb or eyesight.
Original: Deutsches Historisches Museum, BA 90/5740
Notes on the colours: The tunic has some discrepancies. The collar and cuffs are of different colours which I believe they shouldn’t be. It has no shoulder boards which would give us the unit if the number and/or cypher were visible or at least narrow down a bit the number of possible units.
The cuffs have piping which is also odd unless he was Foot artillery but in that case the cuffs should be black which clearly they are not. There is no discernible vertical frontal piping. To make things worse, in 1923 modern Panchromatic emulsion was already in use so without a reference, a starting point, I have no way to tell which emulsion was used. A pity that the red in the Reich kokarde is not visible.
I was, and still am, at a loss so I turned my attention to the cap. Here I was able to narrow down the hypothesis. The piping is clearly of a different colour from the band so, assuming that the emulsion was panchromatic, I narrowed it down to 2 possibilities: Sanitätstruppen (Medical troops) or Krankenwärter (Medical Attendants). I tried both but then I noticed that both kokarde seem to be the officer’s pattern so I changed the piping colour to red which was the colour for Medical Officers and NCOs.
The ribbon bar lacks detail so I simply used the most common colours found on WWI German ribbon bars. I don’t like it but for now it’s the best I can do.
The base for this reasoning of mine, if there is one, is flimsy at best so the colours chosen are for demonstration purposes only!!!
I’ve hooked up the 430ex II flash to the sound triggering device. I figured I’d do some tests to check the flash duration. I pulled the aquarium with the holes in the side off the shelf. It has been used numerous times to get photos of things breaking when hit with BBs. Unfortunately, my tests have shown that even at the lowest power the 430ex II does not have a short enough flash duration to capture a good image of a fast moving BB.
However, the aquarium was still full of broken ornaments from last years ornament breaking shot. So, I decided to do some photos of the ornaments using the flash mounted in different positions off camera. This one was taken with the flash at ¼ power and about 3 feet above the ornaments pointed almost straight down.
Beast thinks of all that's happened when she was molested by that Legion soldier...
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[22:19] Markus Madzuko glances idly at his surroundings, keeping a watchful eye for snipers after Parnell nearly caught a round in the ass the other day. The marine comes to a halt as the figure standing near the waterfront catches in his periphery, tail swinging to and fro with an apparent pensive stare toward the ocean. He'd seen that armor before, and the long black hair flowing overtop of it, a low, mirthless chuckle released as he reaches for his sidearm and pulls it free as quiet, calculating steps are taken closer, eventually leveling the sights for the back of her head as he'd move down a few meters from her. Markus would feel a bit of deja vu as he watches her a moment, their roles seemingly reversed from the last time they'd met in almost this same location. "Don't move 'ah fuckin' muscle," he barks, jerking back on the slide to chamber a round. "Hands behind your head and keep your fingers locked. Nice 'n slow."
[22:23] Beast Slade chuckles, "And all this time I was wondering if it'd be new meat to chew on. You know, my enemy, there was this girl that pissed me off so I chewed and clawed on her arm. Ever hear about that?" She grinned again, slowly turned, obviously unarmed as she said, "Interesting how we've ended up, huh?" She was calm for the most part, already knowing this would catch up with her one day.
[22:31] Markus Madzuko takes a few sauntering strides closer, holding his pistol sideways in a ghetto ass, thug lyfe fashion as his other hand reaches around on his belt for a set of handcuffs. "interestin' if I'd shot ya in the back of the head 'n let yer fall into the ocean clean up the evidence fer me. Think I'd rather keep ya alive, tho. Apparently a couple nights in the holdin' cells just wasn't enough for ya. How would ya like to start servin' drinks at the Hellfire?" he asks with a bemused smirk. "Now, turn yer ass around and do what I told ya before I make sure we got one less kitten ta deal with."
[22:35] Beast Slade growls a little, "I think you should stat shooting before I go back to Levi, motherfucker." Her eyes flared red now, yet not surrounded with that darkness that breathed feral. Her hands remained at her sides as she grinned wildly, "I knew you had feelings for me, ou perverted jackass, I just never knew how strongly you felt, though I won't kss you if you don't buy me a drink first." She was now just being a smartass as her temper flared.
[22:44] Markus Madzuko was bluffing, of course. And Beast being Beast, she'd called it. Markus' lazy ass wasn't about to arrest her, lead her -all- the way back to the subway, then back to base, then process, and all of the other...extremely boring shit that comes with taking in and registering a prisoner. His eyes widen a little at her remark, cocking one eyebrow toward her. The marine says nothin to that, arm outstretched to where the muzzle of the USP would be hovering about an inch infront of her chest, finger poised on the trigger. He'd go to move the cold, steel muzzle down the swell of her breasts, tracing the cat's cleavage before stopping it at her gut. She was quick, and could of course try to disarm him, but likely not before he'd likely get at least one round in the hybrid's midsection. "Not gonna ask ya again," he grunts, jutting his chin up. "Turn. Around."
[22:49] Beast Slade grins nodding, "I'll play nice, for about thirty secods. If you deon't get lost I'll gut you, motherfucker." She knew the gun at her stomach was no bluff, but her nipples became erect as the muzzle passed over her chest, though the armor probably didn't show it well.
[22:59] Markus Madzuko grins at her obedience, the muzzle of his USP raising to hover at the back of her head once she'd turned to face the ocean, the sound of the waves beating the concrete rise and the cliff below playing an almost relaxing note as he'd move to secure the cuffs around each slender wrist. Despite the smog and constant, spotty overcast the dim moonlight shone fully on their sides as he'd step close to push himself into her, the rifle over his chest would smush against her back as his other 'gun' would rest up against the her soft backside, using a hand to reach up and try to pull her hair off to the side, his hungry mouth drawing to the side of her neck as her skin, pearlescent in the moonlight, would be displayed for him. The hot avidness of his breath, the greedy suckle of his lips, and rasp of his tongue would find the line of her throat, biting, nibbling and licking as his other hand reaches around, gloved digits skimming the waistband of her pants.
[23:06] Beast Slade growled out loudly, now thrashing wildly, eyes growing darker as she send her elbows back at his face, her leg coming up trying to smash his 'gun' into oblivion. Her snarls now in the air as her belt was fiddled with, seeking to be loosened; now she was biting and clawing at whatever she could the handcuffs groaning this resistance as she tried to rip them in two, her strong muscles tense with motivation. Now her claws came forward, and the handcuffs threatened to break as her wrists also got larger, her skin became furr as Markus molested her neck and body altogether
[23:18] Markus Madzuko wouldn't utter a word. He wouldn't chuckle, nor roar out, even as he's caught in the cheek by a wild elbow. As Beast tries to throw a leg back towards his junk it'd only graze the iniside of his thigh hard as he was pushed up against her, all of this roughhousin' excitement from Beast's struggle causing little Markus to be already standing at attention, nestled directly underneath the soft curves of her ass. He knew she was going feral when the soft, hairless skin on her neck that he was assaulting soon produced fur, her body enlarging and writhing against him. With a grunt he'd lower his arm to try and wrap tightly around her waist, wanting to hold her in place as his sidearm is quickl holstered. The other hand, fumbling with her belt to loosen it had since unfastened it, allowing the marine to shove his hand down the front of her pants entirely. His prodding, exploring fingers would travel downward to the neko's velvety folds. Once, or if he reaches her sweet spot, assuming she hadn't broken free of the cuffs by that point, he'd rest the side of his middle and index finger on either side of her clit and start to rub. The hardened planes of the marine's face were without expression as he'd use the hybrid for what the felt was the only thing they were good for.
[23:29] Beast Slade's hands came together and ripped part violently as the cuffs literally shattered violently from her wrists as she looked back and snarled darkly, fangs now malevolently posed to kill. She couldn't deny the feelings in her cunt that tingled through her, but the feeling to kill overcame that; her hands now claws flew back and tried to find Markus's wrists and literally rip them away from her body violenly as she growled, leg wrapping behind Markus and her brutal anger driving her to push him back hoping to trip him on to the ground so she could tear him apart further.
[23:35] Markus Madzuko 's wirsts are dug into, growling out as his arm falls free and his hand removed from her pants as forcibly as it'd entered. As her leg moves behind him he gets caught in it easily as he was already trying to move back, tripping him up before he'd fall flat on his back. The marine's boots scuff the concrete as he'd try and get purchase on the ground, awkwardly scooting back like an upsidedown turtle as he'd quickly reach for his sidearm, moving to pull it free; she'd likely be on top of him with full force before he could take any decent aim.
[23:38] Beast Slade snarls at her attacker as the roles quickly changed, she turned and dived at him, ignoring the fact he had weapons as her sharp and deadly claws came down, she swung at his face and shoulder coming down quickly with a vengeance that Markus probably had never seen. If she landed on him she'd also try to bite into his flesh, tearing out a nice piece of meat from his neck, or at last that's what she was aiming to do.
[23:48] Markus Madzuko could do nothing than let her get in real nice and close. He'd bring an arm up to try and shield his face as that flurry of clawswipes comes at him with a vengeance. It mattered little to Markus, though, as he still had Beast's pootang juices on his fingers, and that shit was more rare than Asian man on black woman porn. Her claws would scrape down the length of his arm, deep gashes like crevasses opening up with blood spraying out. His shoulder is hit next, the sharpened points digging in like a knife through warm butter. Markus would see her open mouth coming down for his neck, razorsharp teeth displayed. If she managed to get a bite, that'd be the end for him. He'd curl his fingers down over his palm and try to land a wild, hard palmstrike for her nose as her head lowers, all the while nestling the sidearm held in his right hand against the side of her vest. He'd depress the trigger, one round exploding with a loud -crack-.
[23:56] Beast Slade's claws ripped and teared as her head is knocked not her nose, and lands somewhere near his shoulder as well. She looked at Markus as the bullet hit , being that the gun was right against her it offered little momentum as it hit her armor, the round piercing her fleh as she snarled out, making herself upright and trying to knock that gun away as she hacked at it, snarling at Markus again, her other set of claws digging in his soulder.
[0:03] Markus Madzuko 's fingers loosen as they're sliced into, his USP skidding away from him. He finally roars out as she keeps working on that shoulder, each claw twisting into the taut muscles and shredding them as he struggles against her. She was too close to him for his rifle to be brought to bear, and so he'd do what any marine would do in his position: just start swinging like a fucking maniac. With his USP out of reach he'd ball that hand into a fist and start sending wild punches for anything he could hit on her, all the while trying to grab the wrist of the clawed hand that was digging into his shoulder. If he managed to get purchase he'd try to shove back and get the claws out, at least.
[0:08] Beast Slade snarls loudly and dives in again, shoving his hand down as her teeth went for his shoulder, tryin to rip and tear it off the joint roughly, still raking down his arm, she grunted here and there if he got a lucky shot off at her side or shoulder, not being deturred in the least by his resistance.
[0:19] Markus Madzuko roars out like a wounded lion as Beast's teeth clamp down on his already mangled shoulder, thrashing against her and punching wildly before she'd start to tear at it, and it pops out of joint within seconds. After sending a punch of her side his arm falls flat against her, head falling back against the concrete as he goes limp. Out cold.
[0:23] Beast Slade throws her head back, sensing that Markus could no longer fight and withdrew her claws from his body, roaring in victory as she came down with two large fists and slammed them into his chest as if to show dominance while he lay there, she lickd her blood-stained lips, ferociously snarling at him, face to face...
After Beast left in a feral storm, heading for the Den, knowing she'd be safe there.
Alpha Leader: "You alright, sir?"
Morello: "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, though. I appreciate it."
Alpha Leader: "We're not out yet. We still have to get off the ship."
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Might build more scenes after this, might not.
2 days after the bush fires at Winmalee.
We heard of a man who stayed in his little house overnight to defend it against the fires, armed with only a tank if water and a hose. He was very lucky the tank didnt run out before the rural fire services could contain it. Fighting a giant fire from all four corners of his house, I can't imagine that terror.
The aftermath of a shock wave colliding with a low density bubble from a joint KAUST-TUM project that developed an adaptively refined mesh capability for a hyperbolic PDE solver, by combining the Peano code (developed at TUM) and the PyClaw code (developed at KAUST). The project involved Prof. David Ketcheson and Aron Ahmadia at KAUST, and Tobias Weinzierl and Kristof Unterweger from TUM.
The streets & sidewalks were closed off for two days, and power was turned off for all utilities for adjoining buildings & businesses for two days, while assessments were made re stability and possible damage to all. Debris from the roof collapse (including a large, metal enclosure, a cell phone "tower") was removed, the damaged wall and windows of the third floor as well, and attempts to stabilize the remaining parts of have been made.
Now: There is hope that most of the remaining parts of the building can be saved. Mount Airy Downtown, Inc. and the City of Mount Airy met with the North Carolina Main Street & Rural Planning Center and the State Historic Preservation Office who all share our desire to see the Main Oak Building saved.
There is hope...
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Took the photo on the right through an upstairs window in the local museum, catty-corner across the street, where I volunteer.