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Apparently it is also aftermath of Tongo volcano eruption a day earlier (polution in atmosphere).
It is at sunset, but actually looking to the South! The view to the west was not as spectacular.
Similar "Explored" image taken, just 3 min earlier, by my flickr mate: flic.kr/p/2mXwd99 , independently! :-)
(It was huge! - would not fit in the frame, so it is a stitch of 3 vertical shots, processed in DxO, with EXIF imported from the first image)
Elise Capalini doesn't get any farther than the DT box. She stops, just staggered by the whole thing. Linds... The touch on her shoulder draws her back--so does the scent of a wolf nearby. She looks up, but doesn't see the beast. "She just told me--" She breaks off, thinking on the comment about Damian and Rena. She presses a hand to her forehead and bends in two, feeling sick.
Bailey Longcloth doesn't know what to say really but gently rubs Elise's back, "You know she didn't mean it. She's.. angry. She'll calm down as will you. You'll talk... calmly and set it right"
Elise Capalini looks up at Bails, shaking her head a little. "She doesn't understand me--and I don't understand her." Her head comes up sharply when Damian comes down the street, and as if in reflex, she curls a protective hand around her tail. No. Jesus, no. That wasn't how things were done. She didn't want to -look human.
Bailey Longcloth says, "Perhaps neither of you understand the other, maybe you never will, but you love her, she loves you. It's as simple as that." Seeing the Mayor she'd hug Elise and say softly, "She didn't mean it, you -know- deep down she didn't"
Elise Capalini shakes her head at Bails. "I don't know what she means anymore. She walked away from the Pride, Bails. She never would have done that. Ever. She--" She swallows hard. "She doesn't agree with me...thinks I'm taking the Pride in the wrong direction. Thinks..." She shakes her head. "I don't know."
Bailey Longcloth nods, "Then that's her choice. It doesn't mean we don't still care about her and won't watch out for her, whether she's in the Pride or not. We -have- to." she'd glance up the alley way and shrug "The Pride is yours Elise, the direction it goes is up to you. Whether someone stays or goes, that's on them. But we never turn our back on them"
Elise Capalini exhales and nods to Bails. She doesn't know what more to say; losing Laz and Linds in the same day...she wasn't sure what the lesson was here, but whatever it was, she felt only hollow. She looks down the street, toward Linds and Quen, but it's Eamon she sees, stepping out of the alley. She squeezes Bails' hand. "Thank you," she says softly.
Eamon Cale slowly approaches the pair by the newspaper box. "Everything all right here?" he asks softly.
Bailey Longcloth nods to Elise and squeezes her hand, "Your welcome" she'd take Elise's hand and put it in Eamon's "I think she needs you tonight" she'd smile and back away headed for home
Elise Capalini looks down at her hand as Bails places it in Eamon's. She looks up at him and shakes her head a little. "I don't know what just happened," she says softly. "I nearly threw myself at Linds."
Photographed shortly after Hurricane Sandy skirted Maryland in in late October 2012. Maryland's northern neighbors suffered a more direct impact from the "superstorm" and fared much worse.
One of two yachts aground in the normally sheltered Arisaig bay after their moorings failed during Storm Floris.
Blown ashore in the normally sheltered Arisaig Bay after breaking it's moorings during Storm Floris.
The ocean is behind me. The foreground here is sandy beach in summer and the seawall is about 4 feet high. This was the result of a very strong 2-day storm 3 years ago - can't remember the name of the storm.
The last time I hiked Wind Mountain (at least a year or two ago), the trail took twice as long to finish due to trees and debris scattered everywhere. Apparently a fierce winter storm had wreaked havoc on the hillsides in the area, which left hikers scrambling up, over and under limbs and trunks and demolished slopes. This scene, though, was still beautiful when the light filtered in.
Image made with my Holga.
Haven't done an outdoor scene in a really long time so I decided to get out play in the mud.
I really enjoyed making that helmet. Imma try doing some more stuff like that.
After a day of on and off storms, the sky began to clear and rewarded us with a rainbow over the mountains. (two horizontal shots, merged vertically)
This is my HEAVILY modded Aftermath Kraken AK-47 airsoft gun. Upgrades include: M82 stock, M4 stock adaptor, grenade launcher, tactical grip, PEQ-2 battery box, scope mount, and red dot scope. The internals are also completely upgraded.
Nearly every time I have to sort, I'll work for fifteen minutes before getting drawn into building another creation, usually doubling the sorting I'll have to do later. Such was the case yesterday. So enjoy the fruits of my procrastination with this moody little vignette, built around two olive drone thingies, and featuring a healthy dosage of 1x1 round tiles and of course, a bit of olive cheese. Thanks to Ian Spacek for gifting me both.
Storm Arwen hit the North-East of England with devastating force on Friday night/Saturday morning. It left 250,000 homes without power and the damage to property and nature was immense. The maximum recorded wind gust was 98mph at Brizlee Wood just a couple of miles from our home (& visible thru a bedroom window).
Whole towns have now been without power (& some without water) for 4 nights now, with freezing temperatures to contend with.
We were among the more fortunate ones, our power being restored after 9hrs. This was one of many less fortunate trees on Alnwick Castle golf course.
A fisherman casts his line unperturbed as a beach house lies in ruins after it toppled over during a fierce, ocean pounding of a few days earlier.
Outerbanks, North Carolina.
Nature is quick to reclaim its own after devastating events like floods, earthquakes and fires. The tree trunks in this picture all have new growth within three weeks of a ground fire. You can see the old leaves are dead but not burned. The bracken has also shot up from seeds in the ground. This is not a fire that exploded through the tree-tops with a heavy wind behind it but one that raced through the undergrowth, moving on before it could do more than scorch the upper reaches.
“I used to believe that being a good soldier meant doing everything they told you. That’s how they engineered us. But we’re not droids. We’re not programmed. You have to learn to make your own decisions.”
- Clone Captian Rex
And another tablescrap :P
Inspired by a 457th member who's name I can't remember.
As always, C&C appreciated and TFVAHAGD!
P.S. That moment when the sticker starts to peel off and you don't notice till after you upload the pic :P