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AT JAIL EVENT (OCTOBER 10th-30th)
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Number 8642 White-tailed Deer (Mary Doe) is under Woods arrest. She ventured into the backyards to eat all the hasta and other flowers. If you see her in your backyard, call the authorities to report parole violation. Green Lane Park, Montgomery, PA.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again -- Wiliam Faulkner
[Eng./Esp.]
A quite different (and more common) view of my daughter... Captured under a beautiful afternoon light during her rowing workout on the Ebro river, on a short visit back home berfore leaving (again!) for the World Rowing U23 Championship training camp past summer.
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Una vista algo distinta (y más habitual) de mi hija... Tomada bajo una bonita luz vespertina en un entrenamiento en el Ebro, durante una breve visita de regreso a casa antes de partir (otra vez!) para la concentración de cara al Mundial S23 el año pasado.
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Caught in the act, arrested, and found guilty of beguiling people worldwide into indulging in sweets: the (in)famous Goldbear®, gummy bear by nature, criminal mastermind by design. Interrogations brought his cunning methods to light: a particularly lulling chanting technique called the "Nom chant®". It turns people into totally submissive underlings, nom®ing away without reason until the bag is empty. At least the convict had the grace to duly blush in shame of his evil deeds when his mugshot was taken.
This photo is quite similar to my "Grumpy Rainbow Bear" image (please see the first comment) that I took back in October 2020 for our "Translucent" theme, a "face to face" front view setup. I had this one idea which I was so sure would work out that I didn't start shooting before Sunday evening. You know what's coming. It. Didn't. Work. The glass bear in this image is a giant (in comparison with its tiny edible brothers and sisters) shaped like the original Haribo gummy bear. I have no idea what deluded me into thinking that I could make the shapes of real gummy bears visible if I placed them behind the glass bear's head. The glass bear's head is not only 4 cm / 1, 57 inches wide (which gives you an idea about the size of the frame), but also 3,5 cm deep: much too thick to see anything behind it except colours.
So what next? One lucky thing in this failed setup was that I needed something to put the gummy bears on to bring them to the right height with the glass bear's head. And for that, I randomly used the semi-transparent yellow washing liquid bottle lid that I use as a colour filter for my LED lamps. And all of a sudden the Goldbear® appeared... I had placed two red gummy bears behind the glass bear's head which created a nice blushing effect which gave me the idea for the short crime story. A happy ending? In a way, yes, but I wish I would stop repeating the same mistake over and over again: starting too late with the MM shooting ;)
One last question: What is your favourite gummy bear/ fruit jelly candy colour and flavour?
HMM, Everyone!
As M30128 approached us with law enforcement painted 3194 in the lead, the sun went into hiding on the Virginia side of the river as if on cue. Not the end of the world here, as the light hadn't fully swung to the side yet anyway. I set up expecting a more head-on view of them on the furthest main, which is the normal routing for freights in either direction to stay out of Amtrak and VRE's way. However, the dispatcher routed them down Main 3 to get a hot I031 past them. Had to scramble a bit to ensure none of the myriad tie piles blocked my view!
"There's always money in the banana stand!"
(Yes, it's totally dumb, but I was obsessed to wear this dancing banana costume! Sorry to those of you who have no clue where the reference quote comes from.)
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"Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop."
Lewis Carroll
There's a lovely patch of Sweet Pea flowers that grow in our neighborhood. Fortunately the plant loves to spread its wealth by sliding under the fence. Then yours truly has the opportunity each year to collect a few delightful specimens. When capturing images of the flowers in ice, I noticed the beginning of a new bud.
Kuwaitits staged a peaceful demonstration Sunday night at a public square opposite the State Security Building in South Surra due to the arrest of their kinsman and former lawmaker Dr Daifallah Bouramiya, who was detained Thursday for criticizing a ruling family member.
behold the Michigan lily .. I dare anyone to see these in bloom and keep walking on by. I'm detained every time.
Arresting on their own, and even more precious for the fact that they only bloom for a week.
This week.
These were inspired by the Cantwell class Arrestor cruiser seen in Andor, the TIE Arrestor is an Imperial starfighter with two powerful tractor beam emitter dishes. It can be deployed to intercept, disable and tow Rebel starfighters suspected of stealing Imperial technology. It can also be used to capture Rebel personnel wanted for questioning.
This Imperial squadron has a purple accent colour, suggested by lamborghiniwafflesauce as the nemesis for Teal Squadron – the Imperial squadron leader’s TIE Arrestor is the one with more purple on it.
Thanks to Inthert for inspiration for the round cockpit design, who in turn was inspired TWP.
I'm losing hope
I tell you baby I'm going under
I can't help that you set my soul
On fire living under your command
Can't get enough
My heart is rippling, rolling like thunder
I can't help that I'm laying on the table
While my life is in your hands
You say that you can save me
But it's all part of your plan
But it hurts so good when you cut me open
Taken my heart and made me heartbroken
It's a ghost town here up in my chest
I'm going into cardiac arrest
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
Going into cardiac arrest
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
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Rest in Peace Aaron
Whilst I was editing up the shots of Amy, it was this one that I got lost in. If you get to see it bigger you can see that, plain as day, I'm totally evident and obvious in the reflection in her eyes. They're like glass. Except that makes them sound cold and hard, when in fact they're warm and inviting and capable of totally riveting you to the spot. I make no bones about it, any woman with eyes like this, has me hook line and sinker. End of chat.
Totally looking forward to shooting with her again, and to try and play on the ideas going on here. I promise not to gush and rave about her too much... ;-)
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Found on Castel Wachsenburg nearly Arnstadt. Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls to here? ;-). I think, was for bad men also.
I couldn't really tell how the cops decided who to cuff and who to just confiscate alcohol from. The rules are: you can't walk around with an open container on the street or sidewalk. Some people just had to dump the beer, while this girl was cuffed, searched, and taken away.
Mifflin Street Block Party 2007
Madison, Wisconsin
A friend handcuffed by police at an event demonstrating their equipment.
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The Police made a swift arrest on Forest Road today. The Highway patrol was glad of their 1936 Pontiac DeLuxe Coupe, that was a fast interceptor, to catch the felon in the 1937 Studebaker Express Coupe. Forced perspective tabletop photo with real background. The 1:18 scale diecast model cars are made by Signature models and Lucky Die-Cast.
MPDC . After the Arrests of 5 Counter Demonstrators . Confront the NAZIs Counter Demonstration . dc.indymedia.org/newswire/display/143026/index.php . against the National Socialist Movement March on Washington Against Illegal Immigrants . George Washington Monument Grounds . National Mall between Constitution and Independence Avenues and 15th and 17th Streets . WDC . Saturday noon, 19 April 2008 . www.youtube.com/watch?v=5m6CE2vAUTg . Elvert Xavier Barnes Protest Photography
MPDC Bike Cops . After the Arrests of 3 Counter Demonstrators . Confront the NAZIs Counter Demonstration . dc.indymedia.org/newswire/display/143026/index.php . against the National Socialist Movement March on Washington Against Illegal Immigrants . George Washington Monument Grounds . National Mall between Constitution and Independence Avenues and 15th and 17th Streets . WDC . Saturday noon, 19 April 2008 . Elvert Xavier Barnes Protest Photography
Master of the Karlsruhe Passion.
It is the only panel of the altarpiece that is in Cologne. The other 6 are in Karlsruhe.
Wallraf–Richartz Museum
Cologne
Under Arrest in the Safeway Parking Lot . US Park Police . Waterfront Mall, SW . WDC . 23 September 2005
Elvert Xavier Barnes Photography