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While out waiting for my daughter I found a bunch of Snowdrops tucked away into a council flowerbed, I only had my 16-35 with me and there was no way I could get my tripod down there. Here the articulating screen came into it`s own and also being able to hit the touch screen to get a focus point on the nearest flowers and get a shot like this hand holding the camera. We have some Snowdrops in the garden too which I was able to get the macro on to show another day . Another wet day here I wonder if the snow will come, we shall see.
Trying out the Nikon today. Just seeing how the pics look. So spoiled by my Canon articulating screen. How do people shoot on these Nikons? My neck is killing me! ;P
Oh, and please enjoy this lovely path I wandered down today.
I'm not a salmon but I swim up the stream of faceless metropolitan crowds everyday...
*** The first two days at school were super crazy and busy! I feel as if I were the fish in the image. Though I'll be still uploading pics here and there, I will be doing little commenting as the new school year has officially started yesterday. So, please feel free not to comment on the photos.
Thank you very much for your visits or comments in advance.
The Golden Temple (informal name in Sikhism), is the most sacred and holiest shrine of Sikhism (the holy-of-holies of Sikhism).
The official name of the Temple in Sikhism is: Harmandir Sahib or Darbar Sahib, (Punjabi: ਹਰਿਮੰਦਰ ਸਾਹਿਬ ) which means literally (Harmandir Sahib meaning: The Abode of God).
It is located in Amritsar (meaning: The Pool of the Nectar of Immortality), the holiest city in Sikhism, in the state of Punjab, India.
Sikh devotees, for whom the Temple is a symbol of infinite freedom and spiritual independence, come to the Temple from all over the world to enjoy its environs and offer their prayers.
The Gold plating on the Golden temple makes it so unique and the reflection in the water gives an etherial beauty to the whole complex.
When I come to Amritsar for my work I try to come there everyday.
I took this picture two days ago at dusk when I saw this man who was following the evening prayer which started inside the Temple and that we could all listen outside.
If Heaven exits I wish it looks like this...
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Yesterday I paid a visit to one of my favorite used record stores in Park Slope, a cramped and dingey pile of old records, tapes and cds that has no name that I know of. Usually, if I am feeling patient, I'll get on my hands and knees to search for the odd jazz 78 amongst the dust bunnies and decayed record sleeves under the shelves.
This time, I noticed a small suitcase under a pile of records. I had a hunch, so I moved some stuff around and popped it open. As I suspected, it was an old portable 78 player. It had seen better days - the crank was missing, the arm did not articulate well and would probably not track, the brake did not work and there was mold and dust everywhere...but nothing a little Yankee ingenuity could not fix. I looked around some more and found the crank nearby, wound it up and watched the table turn. I was in business.
A bit of haggling later, I acquired it "as-is" for a paltry $30, with a couple Duke Ellington and Gene Krupa 78s thrown in for kicks.
Took it home, disassembled it, cleaned, sanded and greased a few parts...it played perfectly. My luck with gramophones is legendary.
Off to NL for a meeting. I plan to return with a garbage bag full of licorice mentos.
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To flee from memory
had we the wings
many would fly
inured to slower things
Birds with dismay
would scan the mighty van
of men escaping
from the mind of man
(EMILY DICKINSON, 1880)
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"The Cathedral of Quito (Spanish: La Catedral de Quito, officially La Catedral) is the cathedral church in Quito, Ecuador. Located on the southern side of La Plaza Grande, it serves as the seat of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Quito. It is considered to be one of the oldest cathedrals in South America[2].
Atypical of Spanish city design, the cathedral has two entrances: one is part of the nave facing La Plaza Grande and the other is at the west facade facing Garcia Moreno street with an east-west orientation. This is due to the geography of Quito when construction began. Ravines prevented the main facade from facing the plaza, as is customary in Spanish city design. Artwork by artist of the Quito School of Art adorn the interior. The main altar is designed in Baroque style, while the exterior is orthodox Spanish.
The Cathedral impresses because of its white walls, its dome made of glazed green ceramic, the arch of Carondelet and the foliated staircase that comes down to Plaza Grande, articulating the Cathedral and the square. Once inside one discovers the longitudinal ground floor three naves; the right nave opens out onto chapels crowned by domes with skylights.
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Wikipedia
My Emotional Prison
Throughout my life I had always felt alone, different. I struggled to understand and communicate with others; constantly being told I wasn't listening, I don't try hard enough, I am stupid. In actual fact I was trying harder than everyone else. I knew the answers (once I could understand the questions) but organising my thoughts and ideas in order to articulate them was extremely difficult.
My time at school was an immense struggle. In order to do well I realised that I would have to teach myself. My efforts were not in vain and I got myself into all the top sets but I was living with a constant conflict of emotions; struggling to understand why I was different to everyone else and why I felt so alone.
In 2010, after 15 years in the education system, I was diagnosed with severe dyslexia. The relief washed over me; I finally understood.
Whilst I may struggle to communicate verbally I find the ability to communicate using a visual language is as natural to me as speaking is to others. I have now fully embraced what I see as my gift of creativity, I love it! It makes me who I am today and gives me this wonderful imagination where I can express myself naturally, freely and easily.
This body of work is created through the gifts of my dyslexia and explores the place I existed before my diagnosis: my emotional prison
... the kind of pain we have buried inside our hearts.
I love working with my body, it's my most transparent tool. It reflects me in the most articulate way.
A heavy duty rover suited for sample gathering, analysis, and storage.
Comes with working cockpit canopy, removable grate on top to access under deck storage, articulate sample gathering arm, tool storage on back, sample analysis tray in the front, enthusiastic sled dog, and much, much more. Ask your sales representative for complete details.
Here is the rover report - a month late and a buck short.
"Isn't it strange some people make
You feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
Like leaves all brown and dried!
But when you're with some other ones,
It's stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
All shiny in your mind!"
~ Some People by Rachel Field
Finally got this to a point that I'm happy with. The rotors articulate and can sit flush with the wings. The end of the wings can move too in a similar way to the Marvel Legends figure. Thanks to Delta for challenging me to have a go at this and giving me a reason to buy this figure.
It takes energy, lots of it, to build a viable small business. Once up and running the business needs a steady supply of energy. Over time some of that energy stores up and when the business begins to collapse in on itself it does so with astonishing speed and force. Cities are much the same. Brick by brick, out of the minds of inspired entrepreneurs and on the backs of working men and women, a city rises from a flood plain. It takes years and tremendous force to build and sustain the city. Then it implodes, collapsing on itself, into a pile of rubble.
The rebuilding process will begin one day. First we must find a way to scare up the energy to start over again. That is what we are truly faced with in this town. Talk of fixing problems leads to more talk and nothing getting done. It is time to start over. We have been skipping along the bottom of the economy for 10 years, transfixed as we watched our once mighty industry decompose right before our very eyes. We couldn’t bear to look and we couldn’t turn away- all we could do was stand and watch with hang dog frown frozen on our face. It is over. The Big Three and Union cannot save us, they can’t really save themselves. Time to find the next new thing......
L’acqua è ferma
in un irreale silenzio
di foschia.
“Ti amo”;
ho paura di gridarlo,
in questa tetra
eternità sospesa.
“Ti amo”;
ho paura di gridarlo
e vederlo allontanare
come isolata cresta
per perdersi
inutile
nella bruma. (F. Giorio)
Another scene from the economic shakeout:
Husband sits at the little table in the small kitchen. He stares blankly, through the walls, out to nowhere. His wife is preparing a pot of coffee. Instant these days, no money for the lattes and the frappes down at the local Starbucks. She thinks about these small changes these days. They both seem to think about things a lot, given that they no longer need to think about work.
Walking with the two cups of coffee, both black she asked the question that has been hanging in the air, "Did you call the bank?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
He looked at her with eyes she had never seen before. Eyes beyond sad. She didn't need an answer and she couldn't bear to hear the details. "What are we going to do now?"
He whispered, "I'm sorry. I never thought my life would turn out like this."
Gone in what seemed an instant. The factory, the stable jobs, the darling little home. All of it. They packed what little they owned outright and headed down the road like refugees.
You are a whispering diamond, turning in the sun, articulating the one thing the sky wants to say, in a million different ways.
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Hair:
Outfit:
Safira - Renee- Vanity Event
Pose:
Ana Poses -Marseille 4-
'"Dear, dear!
How queer everything is to-day!
And yesterday things went on just as usual..."
said Alice.
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Great Crested Grebe
Podiceps cristatus
January 17th, 2022
Lysterfield, Victoria, Australia
Canon EOS R5
Canon RF 100-500mm F4.5-7.1L IS USM lens
Spent quite a bit of time with the local Great Crested Grebes at Lysterfield Lake over the summer. A pair nested in amongst the reeds near the boat ramp so they were quite accommodating. I sat quietly at the end of the rock wall & used the R5s articulating screen to compose shots right at water level.
More pictures: www.imgur.com/a/31oqh
Final thoughts:
Wow. Ventum has came a LONG way. Ladies and gents, I present Ventum Version 8. This took me about 3 weeks to a month to make, finish, and just make sure was good. Ventum V8 does several things new. For instance, he has an exposed core now (Note, that's a misprint zamor). There are also some other small things, like the increase of the amount of Trans Light Blue. He articulates well, and can get into some decent poses, and is also decently stable. I'm happy with what I have made, and I hope others like the new version as much as me.
...Now comes the sad part.
I plan to make V8 the last official "large" version. There will be no Version 9, if I do any small updates, I'll make sure to note them if they're worth noting. This does not mean Ventum is dying however. For once, I'm happy with the moc, the theme, and the story (which I am currently working on) that I've made. V8 has some problems, and is by no means a perfect moc, but he's good enough to me. I hope you guys feel the same.
C&C wanted and appreciated as always. Until the next upload, see you guys later. Ventum out.
How the hell'd we wind up like this
And why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
[...]
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Someday - Nickelback
Meglio il rimpianto o il rimorso?
The Pagosi Stasio Ring for Men Classic and Bento Hands from LUMINESSE is available at the January 2019 SWANK Event. Styled with the Articulate Mono Unix Hairs from .Shi, Christian Trunks and Crop Tank from NOCHE, Daniel Bento Head from CATWA, Gianni Bento Body from Signature and Appliers from Stray Dog.
Articulate
The house talked with the tree
At a still moment and for
No particular reason.
Their common language did
Not use words, and their mouths
Kept shut all the time.
oil transfer drawing monoprint
DM, 2023
Just a little Blacktron Themed tank I put together. It measures 104 studs long and 48 studs wide and features a rotating turret and articulating corner treads.
The build took me about 2 months to complete and can be seen at Brickworld Chicago and Brickfair DC this year.
The design was loosely based on a Deviant Art design by Duskie-06.
قلبي اللى من شوقه يجيك .. يغار من حبي عليك
ما يحبك الا يموت فيك .. ما يحبك الا يموت فيك
يا اغلى من روحى علي
The sacred. The vision of the world from the cave engravings of La Fajana (El Paso, island of La Palma)
August 13, 2019 Cmments Miguel A. Martín González, Iruene Magazine
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“The advance of knowledge is an infinite progression towards a goal that always recedes” (Frazer)
Our rational conception of the world prevents us from understanding the memory of our ancestors. Now, can we recover at least a part of that lost evocation? How to rediscover and rebuild indigenous thought? From the remotest antiquity, curiosity about the sky stimulated scientific memory which, if we combine it with the nature of beliefs, configured a conception and transformation of the world that went beyond everyday life, irremediably plunging us into the spectrum of symbolism. The past reveals itself to us as real and is capable of catching anyone who is not only satisfied with appearances but also with finding reliable answers.
Symbols are not only real objects but a product of allegorical reference practices between the sign and the dimensional reality represented by means of the mental images that define and project them in some way, being repetitive, articulated in a clear relation of representation. The symbols explore new ways of learning, reaching to increase the conceptual capacity of their creators. They enunciate, express, articulate, emit, represent, signify content that is difficult to understand and explain with the original judgment.
Our life is frittered away by detail... Simplify, simplify, simplify! ... Simplicity of life and elevation of purpose.
~Henry David Thoreau
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Till His best approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
(Emily Dickinson, 1864)
This is for you, Rosie...
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What a beautiful day,
I'm the king of all time,
And nothing is impossible,
In my all powerful mind.
Was on the fifth of November,
When time it went back,
Some say that that's impossible,
But you and I, we never looked back,
And wasn't it incredible,
So beautiful and above all,
Just to see the fuse get lit this time,
To light a real bonfire for all time.
I was drinking in my nightclub,
It felt good to be back,
When Hepburn said,"I love you"
And Flynn said, "Make mine a double, Jack"
Was then we planned the revolution,
To make things better for all time,
When Guevara said "That's crazy",
And ordered up a bottle of wine.
In there on the big screen,
Every night I've seen,
The way all things could be,
For me,
For me, for me, for me.
The news broke after midnight,
That we'd pulled the temples down without a sound,
But the generals they were hiding,
And the ministers, well, they'd all gone to ground,
Wealth re-distribution,
Became the new solution,
So I got a paper bag,
But you got the one with all the holes.
What a beautiful day, (what a beautiful day)
I'm the king of all time, (it's a beautiful day)
And nothing is impossible, (it's a beautiful, )
In my all powerful mind. (it's a beautiful day)
Oh yeah,
Nothing is impossible (it's a beautiful, )
In my all powerful mind. (it's a beautiful day)
That's because,
Nothing is impossible,
In my all powerful mind.
Levellers
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The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and "mangled mind" leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
(Elizabeth Drew)
Street Art in the Rue des Chandeliers / Kandelaarsstraat in Brussels.
"The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone."
- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
*Combination of 2 photographs in Photoshop
"From the flowing waters of The River of Ocean my ship passed into the wide spaces of the open sea; and so reached the Island of Aeaea, where, ever-fresh, Dawn with the beautiful tresses has her home and her dancing-lawns and where the Sun rises.
Here we beached the ship on the sands and climbed onto the shore where we fell into a sound sleep, awaiting the coming of ethereal Dawn."
Homer
"The Odyssey"
Last week I had been to Kochi, Kerala to attend a photo-exhibition by one of our Flickr groups "Kerala clicks". Two of my pictures were displayed. From there I had been to Athirapalli, my favourite waterfalls in Kerala. This is a scene from Athirapalli. These women take water from the river and carry them up to the toilets situated a little above for the convenience of the tourists. Their job is to keep the tank filled with water . I have visited this place five years ago and captured the same scene then. There is no change and their work goes on and on....
You can view the picture taken five years back here.
www.flickr.com/photos/naadodi/2316007333/in/set-721576075...
View On Black with F11
Sony A6500 with E18-135, Godox TT350S flash and X1T radio trigger, Altura 5"X6" softbox, arca swiss L-bracket with Kamerar 7" articulating arm. This setup is light, compact, field usable hand held. Not shown, Sony FE90/2.8G Macro for 1/1.
when i think about the past it inevitably makes me think about the future, which inevitably makes me think about the past…and well…sometimes i just end up dizzy.
My favorite part of the new kitchen is the faucet. I don't think there has ever been a cooler faucet, really. Kohler Karbon was made for me. See, I have a major carbon fiber fetish... I'd drape myself in it if I could. Besides the fact that is looks cool, it functions unlike any faucet. With 5 joints that articulate and swivel with a hefty but smooth motion, you can place the nozzle where ever you want it ... and it stays there until you move it again. Pull it down into the sink to blast off food from dishes our pull it up and out of the sink to fill up pots/vases. It's a dream!
What do you think of when you hear Detroit brought up in conversation? I suspect for most folks visions teetering on the third world come to mind. Of late a great deal of focus has been placed on our city. Much of what is written and shown is done to support one agenda or another. Thomas Morton in a blog post (http://www.viceland.com/int/v16n8/htdocs/something-something-something-detroit) calls this fascination "ruin porn". His central theme is the media has an agenda to paint a very bleak picture of the city and journalist from around the world are scurrying about town and manipulating images to support this theme. He makes a powerful case. The sad truth is much of this reporting, while extreme, has a solid foundation. The situation in Detroit is nothing new and has been going on for 50 years. We happen to be at a tipping point where the abandonment of the city is particularly striking.
Morton is correct in scolding the journalist, though I don't think his argument applies to artists. Detroit offers people the opportunity to see many things. The journalist has an ethical obligation to report the facts, unvarnished. The artist is presenting a view, how they see the world. When I look at my home town I see many things- sadness, grit, strength. I see a city aging and- much like myself- not always gracefully. I see hope and despair. Mostly I see memories, almost all fond, of a life that is vanishing right before our eyes and there is nothing we can do about it. Not a thing. It is the vanishing world that makes my heart ache. Yes I can capture one shot that captures the despair and tilt my camera the other way and see Oz. These days I fear Oz is more the illusion.
Greek Elegaic Mimnermus, Frag 12
Ἠέλιος μὲν γὰρ ἔλαχεν πόνον ἤματα πάντα,
οὐδέ ποτ' ἄμπαυσις γίνεται οὐδεμία
ἵπποισίν τε καὶ αὐτῷ, ἐπεὶ ῥοδοδάκτυλος Ἠὼς
Ὠκεανὸν προλιποῦσ' οὐρανὸν εἰσαναβῇ.
τὸν μὲν γὰρ διὰ κῦμα φέρει πολυήρατος εὐνή,
ποικίλη, Ἡφαίστου χερσὶν ἐληλαμένη,
χρυσοῦ τιμήεντος, ὑπόπτερος, ἄκρον ἐφ' ὕδωρ
εὕδονθ' ἁρπαλέως χώρου ἀφ' Ἑσπερίδων
γαῖαν ἐς Αἰθιόπων, ἵνα δὴ θοὸν ἅρμα καὶ ἵπποι
ἑστᾶσ', ὄφρ' Ἠὼς ἠριγένεια μόλῃ·
ἔνθ' ἐπέβη ἑτέρων ὀχέων Ὑπερίονος υἱός.
For Helios the Sun’s lot is toil every day and there is never any respite for him and his horses, from the moment rose-fingered Eos (the Dawn) leaves Okeanos and goes up into the sky. A lovely bed, hollow, forged by the hands of Hephaistos, of precious gold and winged, carries him, as he sleeps soundly, over the waves on the water’s surface from the place of the Hesperides [in the West] to the land of the Aithiopes [in the East], where his swift chariot and horses stand until early-born Eos (the Dawn) comes. There the son of Hyperion mounts his other vehicle." -
Built for the "Maschinen Krieger" Starfighter contest. (Although not entirely visible, the engines can articulate at various angles)
Heavily inspired by the Lunadiver / Stingray.... and it does fit a minifig (see cockpit photo below).
Happy Bokeh Wednesday, Friends !!!
"EID MUBARAK" for the flikr friends who celebrate "RAMZAN"
Explored.
The Ponce De Leon Historical Park in Punta Gorda, Florida is a favorite gathering place for people in the area to watch sunset. They bring their cameras and beach chairs and line up along the seawall to watch the setting sun. On this particicular evening, Mother Nature's show certainly didn't disappoint them.
Because the bushes in the foreground presented an obstacle to getting a good shot, I resorted to holding my camera high above my head while in the live view mode with the articulating screen turned so that I could frame the scene.
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