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(Guard this now!)

This is what happens when the sensitized skin grease comes into contact with the latent emulsion. According to transitory theory, the luminal will be revealed if development takes place under a FULL MOON! (so) Here we can CLEARLY see the evidence of hidden UFOs and the nuclear tipped thought missiles they are sending directly into heaven

Now—I fooled the Secret Police by Pasting the orginal version on top of all the fucking ART (the others made me put that underneath it all)”

Don’t worry this (voice) is not really me—it is JUST the voice I hear AT night from outside the dust filled window—the voices that ONLY SPEAK when the wind blows Rustles in the tree leaves

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjO0BCmlxIM

((((you have to check every drop of inkd to make sure it is not

1)a secret police micro dot

2)2) a pizeo static listening device

3) (yes 3!) a piece of your hat brain

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(iiok

(please don’t look at me!)

I want to make it CLEAR this has nothing to do (or very little) to do with my work with and in the perpetual motion syndicate.

ALSO!

I was never abducted in THAT WAY!

NO, NO, NO – NOT nothing happened

(The white OWL is fucking DISS information

secret police control and propeganda

Don't believe me, check the evidence for your self!

Happy Halloween everyone!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjO0BCmlxIM

Goshikinuma, Urabandai

五色沼・裏磐梯

This is the best place to see Mt. Bandai from Goshikinuma. There was less snow and the outline of Mt. Bandai was clearly visible.

五色沼から磐梯山が最もよく見える場所。雪が少なくなり、磐梯山の輪郭がはっきりと見えました。

Kitashiobaramura, Fukushima pref, Japan

The pilot's face is clearly visible in this shot. Also, just visible through the blue tinted front screen is the circular reflector gunsight. This was, arguably, the most (only?) technically advanced piece of equipment in the aircraft. The gunsight was calibrated or 'harmonised' to show the pilots where his bullets would hit, and took account of the effect of gravity on the bullets (which start to drop as soon as they leave the guns), and the distance the target aircraft would have travelled before the bullets reach it. The pilot had to dial in the estimated distance of the target, and an illuminated circle was projected from a small lamp-holder and lens assembly up onto the circular reflector visible in the picture. The idea was to get the target in the circle - easier said than done. Without an effective targeting system, fighter aircraft were pretty much useless, so this small item of equipment, more than anything, was the very heart of the Spitfire. Spitfire cockpits had a small rack on the right-hand side containing 3 spare bulbs for the gunsight, should one fail in use. I seem to recall being told that the gunsights were 'top secret' and that pilots of downed aircraft were to destroy them to prevent them falling into enemy hands, but looking at some illustrations of the gunsights, they have 'patent' numbers clearly marked on them, so evidently full details were published - so not secret at all!

Despite what we see in movies, Spitfires carried about enough ammunition for only 20 seconds of continuous firing of their guns.

clearly a university city in the flat part of Germany :)

A series of 5 pictures about the Marathon of Montreal (2014):

www.ticklebear4u.com/2014/09/marathon-de-montreal-2014-27...

Should it be the case,

thank you all for your comments and faves.

Much appreciated, as always!!

:)

“Thoughts come clearly while one walks.”

Thomas Mann

"A murderer would never parade his crime in front of an open window..."

R is for Rear Window: the classic film directed by one of my favorites, Alfred Hitchcock. A thrilling taste of voyeurism, telephoto lenses, and romance between an invalid photographer and a piece of the Upper East Side's upper crust.

I thought of this shot about ten days ago, and have looked forward to it ever since. I really wanted to have a shot that was clearly inspired by one of my favorite directors and/or films, and I had great success doing it with Lost In Translation. But what sealed the deal with Rear Window was the fact that my stepfather had foot surgery and is in a cast/boot thing for six weeks. Pretty fortuitous ... plus, Jordy already did Psycho (props to him for making it funny and getting away with it), I am not even close to being able to have a scene from The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly, or No Country For Old Men and, well, those covered my favorite films by my favorite directors. I mean, okay. Yeah, I could have done the last two with a lot of time and effort, but it's not my fault the letter 'R' fell on a Monday I had work and two doctors' appointments!

I don't liken myself to Grace Kelly at all, and not just because she's blonde and infinitely more beautiful and royalty, (though those don't help) but because she is much more ladylike and, well, graceful. So ideally, this shot would be without me and in my place, a blonde and/or evidently graceful woman. However, I don't have either of those at my disposal; I was going to use my mother, since it felt a little weird (in theory) to be the Grace Kelly to my stepfather's Jimmy Stewart, but I got over it -- all for art's sake! :)

p.s. It's grainy for the old film feel -- but maybe it would be better without. Any thoughts??

p.p.s. two stills from the original movie: one and two

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Clearly somebody's beaming it up...

Macro Mondays. This week's theme: #BackInTheDay

I remember clearly the days when the preferred mode of photography seemed to be Slides. The long wait before your slides arrived in the mail. Then the invitation of friends, snacks, drinks, the lights go out and the Slide Projector starts.... Good times. Images seemed to come alive on the big screen. I have heard stories about people dreading being invited to friends' Slide Nights but not me, I've always enjoyed them. I found this slide in the front yard! Brought back many memories. My own have sadly not survived the many country moves.

Clearly the spruce didn't get the memo.

It's like a mirror

It's been a fuzzy past couple of days :)

Of course, the one day in a while when I have the time and desire to find a nice outdoor location, it rains. Posing in heels and a homemade dress instead.

Happy Saturday to all.

Lovely glasses with texture hud, available at the Trés Chic Event.

Wich is open till the 10th of this month so enough time to fetch these and other

great items.

[meisu] .Sonder glasses @ Trés Chic

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Cloudy days are a pain when you're on the clock, but they do offer great backgrounds if you're lucky.

Of thangs…😎

Changing lights slightly before sunrise this morning

A wonderful morning on the summit of Hawksbill Mountain with Tommy White, watching a new day come to Linville Gorge and also enjoying a day starting without rain and thunderstorms. The roar of the river can clearly be heard from atop the mountain, even above the stiff gust of wind blowing around, making it difficult to steady the camera on a tripod. This morning had some special light, reflecting off the rising mist and fog covering the Catawba and Hwy 221 valleys…

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I am clearly not satisfied with this one: too many brushes, to much glow, too much darkness, no frame (i love frames) but the fact is I don't have the heart to work anymore on it. I left it the way it was when I heard someone I do miss a lot was leaving SL for private matters. I do wish they're ok and having much fun in their RL life, but truth is, I really miss them.

Just so you guys know what kind of great player you might have met if they had stayed amongst us, I will share with you the last message they sent (well, except for the one saying farewell).

The story behind this, is that I rarely speak first (and this does tend to puzzle my friends, but i always feel like i might be interrupting something if i did), so my friend S. had gotten used to say hello first. This particular time, as I was just trying to find a nice angle, I didn't answer straight away and, as an excuse, I sent them a copy of the raw pic saying "sorry for replying late, I've been taught not to talk while eating". Well, S. didn't have much time to stay on, so they didn't say much right away, but this is the message I received a bit later and made me grin:

There are several sayings we have in English, and I suspect other languages as well, that describe some facet of the human condition. But alas, very seldom does this saying adequately describe the preceding situation that lead to the stated condition.

Thank you for grounding me in reality here.

Thanks for having crossed my path, opened my eyes from times to times, entertained me, supported me and beared with me and all the rest. I wish I were as witty as you to tell you how much you are missed. Safe path.

Painted in 1998 with Kaper in Phoenix, Az. , caught by the Homie, Alamo in Minnesota 2010. Thanks for the flic. A little sun damaged and fading but still there. I guess this wasn't the first time either that he's caught this car. That's pretty cool to think of all the places that the piece has probably seen in it's days. I may be over-romanticizing it but it does make you wonder........

The night we painted this was a pretty cool night with a smooth breeze. A perfect night for painting. Unlike the daytime temperatures that were clearly in the low 100's. The yard spot was in an industrial area within the center of the city. It was completely dead and was full of line after line of Hoppers and BN ridgies, no boxcars though. So we grabbed the next best thing. I remember kind of being a little let down thinking, "Shit, I could paint these back home." Either way, I was just glad to be rocking with the Desert King, Kaper. This all took place after learning of each others existance and having a mutual respect for each other as writers on the lines. We got in contact with each other the old fashioned way. We traded flicks by sending packages to each other and built up a relationship as friends. Something that used to take quite a bit of time back in the nineties. Something that now can be obtained with a few clicks on a computer. It's pretty cool to see how things have changed. Seriously and I know that this is going to date me but to all you young writers out there, you have to imagine NO Internet. There was the internet, just noone really knew how to use it. Email and chat rooms and places like Flickr, were a distant innovation and guys like me didn't grow up with computers as real learning tools in school. I actually got Kaper's address and phone number from another writer that I was trading photos with in Cali. It was a pretty cool thing to do, go visit a new city and paint with a complete stranger that you have never even seen his face. The first time I met Kaper I was chilling at a local meeting spot in Tempe. He approached me and we ended up going to Hooters and downing a few pitchers of beers and talking graff while looking at some ass for a couple hours. It was good and we pretty much hit it off. The next time I met up with him, his whole NG crew of homies were there. Some real cool cats. We all kicked it at this pub and got up in each others sketch books. It was a good night. Kaper and I ended up painting one more Fr8 together on that trip and a wall with a bunch of writers from Phoenix and LA on the outskirts of town. We lost touch over time and I haven't really talked to him in over ten years. I hope to make it back out to Phoenix someday soon and hopefully crush a few cars with him again. Seeing this photo, really brings me back to that time, plus knowing that my piece has survived 12 plus years of service, makes me feel good. Thanks again, Alamo for the photo and thanks Kaper for the memories.

Clearly the end of the best trading hours, the trader rolls up his goods into his battered white van. The appearance and condition of these cars seems to be the same regardless of continent, country ;)

my Black White Photographs

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Tech:

Leica M 240

Summaron 35mm f/3.5 LTM

Clearly that was a highlight of the 2019 Royal International Air Tattoo! The Romanian Air Force brought their Mig-21 demonstration team to Fairford for the airshow. It was the first time I saw a mig-21 and I completely fell in love with that aircraft.

The old fighter performed a great demonstration, for the pleasure of thousands of enthusiats.

Clearly there's no time to lose here as the crew of LMSR Stanier Black 5 4-6-0 45305 make a 'Spirited Departure' from Loughborough Central with the Mid Morning local passenger service to Rothley - during the Great Central Railway's 2016 Winter Steam Gala.

This Space Tank is a "small class" unit inspired by WWI English tank Mark I. Colors and style are clearly based on LEGO Classic Space series.

Named "Blue Bull" due to the stocky shape, it's equipped with a huge long-range gun and with a little gun machine right below the rotating turret. I particularly like the loader's hatch and the details featured both on the turret and the side.

The crew is composed by 3 crewmen: the commander, the driver and the gunner.

Here the Tank is at the maintenance hangar where the staff is taking care of it after a moon mission.

Even if Classic Space is not my comfort zone of building, and some friends of mine were surprised seeing this new build, I like this theme since I was a little boy. Moreover having in stock a lot of CS pieces pushed me to build the tank and the space hangar.

It has been really funny building this MOC and for sure won't be alone for a long time.

The forklift is based on Alban Nanty one.

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Crag Marten. Part of a small flock of 15 or so birds which included 2 Barn Swallows. When in the area, they only hang around by the lookout tower for about an hour first thing in the morning, warming up and hunting nearby.

I was just wondering why they (and the Barn Swallows) have distinctive white spots on their tails which are clearly visible in flight.

Apparently (of course!) it is to do with Sexual Selection: Females prefer males with larger white tail spots, which directly correlates with the male's physical condition and age. Males with larger spots tend to produce more offspring per season.

Taken near the Obidos Lagoon, Portugal.

The dark, clear February sky shines with a million pinpricks of starlight over the gleaming, snow-clad Flatiron Formation south of Eldorado Springs, Colorado. The familiar pattern of Orion is clearly visible toward the left of the image.

As my hiking buddy and I climbed into the car to drive to the trailhead, we noticed that the external temperature sensor read a balmy 7˚F. I suddenly felt more justified that I chose to wear my shell pants with fleece pants underneath. We made our way into the South Boulder Creek drainage, and unfortunately, drainages being what they are with respect to temperature stratification, we found ourselves in even colder 5˚F air when we arrived at the trailhead.

We strapped micro spikes to our boots and began to walk quickly up Doudy Draw through the snow, in order to generate a modicum of body heat. My eye sockets felt cold, and there was a crinkly feeling in the outer spaces of my nose every time I inhaled: nose hairs briefly freezing. There was no moon, and I was surprised at the amount of light the open spaces away from the trees were able to reflect from the nearby cities and the stars.

When I stopped briefly to make this photo, I was forced to remove my mittens for several minutes. Worse, the metal legs of my tripod were physically painful to the touch, and I did not have the requisite dexterity to break it down while wearing the mittens. As such, I dedicated very little time to optimizing my composition and exposure before it was time to re-sling the gear onto my back and keep moving down the trail.

Technical notes: Single 25s exposure, developed with two masks in Photoshop CC, one for the sky and one for the foreground landscape; I used an additional curves layer with the sky mask to enhance contrast. I also manually adjusted the white balance in Lightroom because I find the camera struggles to assess reasonable white balances at night.

David had arrived in Breshaun. The town where, supposedly, the girl of his dreams lives. "Is this the end of my journey?" David wondered out loud. "Orrr the beginning of *hic* an adventurrre?" a drunkard said. Allthough the guy was clearly the most drunk person David had ever seen, the man said something that sparked something in David. "Or the beginning of an adventure indeed, good sir."

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My first go at something other than sci-fi or Star Wars. :-)

clearly someone is missing one of their gloves - HMBT!

Decorative tiling in an Art Nouveau/ Art Deco building, Lindfield. Without intensive examination I would say that the building is on the cusp of these two styles; however the colours in the tiling make me lean towards Art Deco as I've seen similar in regional buildings that are more clearly part of the great Art Deco building boom in Australia.

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Here you can clearly see the CORE or Plug it's the dark area in the center of the volcano of Shiprock. Shiprock is nearly 1583 feet above the high-desert plain. It also is 7,177 feet above sea level. Shiprock is on Navajo Nation land, in New Mexico.

This portrait of Katherine Parr is clearly from a template produced for multiple portrait copies of the queen to be hung in the halls of English nobility. It seems to generally fit the overall image of Katherine as reddish-blonde-haired, blue eyed, healthy, and attractive.

Portrait painted by an unknown artist, possibly a follower of Hans Eworth, in the 16th century.

Oil on panel. Collection of Appleby Castle.

Philip Mould: "As the famous rhyme suggests, Katherine Parr’s record as the last of Henry VIII’s six wives was unique. She survived. Though Anne of Cleves, the sad ‘Flanders Mare’ unable to arouse England’s most insatiable monarch, lived on until 1557 it is only Katherine who was neither divorced, beheaded, or died. She was by any standards a remarkable woman: beautiful enough to marry the King of England, despite having neither royal nor court background; shrewd enough to remain his Queen, despite court plots and an attempt on her life; and courageous enough to sustain the Protestant cause, despite Henry’s latent sympathies for the Roman faith. She was Regent of England during Henry’s invasion of France in 1544. And with her publication of religious works such as Prayers or Meditations in 1545, she became not only the first English Queen to publish a work of prose, but the first woman to do so in the sixteenth century.

Katherine became Queen of England in July 1543. Henry was her third husband, but, on this occasion, not her first choice. She had instead fallen in love with the dashing courtier Thomas Seymour, and was understandably wary of Henry’s past form when it came to marital relations. Five wives had failed – what chance did a sixth have of success? Nonetheless, to turn down the King’s offer of marriage was unthinkable. Katherine, a deeply devout woman, determined that if she was to be Queen, she would be Queen with a purpose. That purpose was to further the cause of the Protestant Reformation.

In doing so Katherine, literally, risked her life. Never afraid to exercise her sharp mind, Katherine had become accustomed to discussing religion with Henry VIII. Though this was at first welcomed by the King, the conservative factions of court and church were terrified of any radical words whispered into the Royal ear - that after all was how Anne Boleyn had first led Henry towards Lutheranism. To conservatives like Bishop Gardiner and Chancellor Wriothesley the answer seemed obvious – Katherine should meet the same fate as Anne. At first, Henry, increasingly irascible from ulcerated legs, indicated that Katherine’s days were numbered. An arrest warrant was drawn up, and, amid rumours of ‘a new queen’, arrest could only have been followed by death. But Katherine succeeded in persuading Henry of her good faith and innocent naivety. “Is it even so, Sweetheart?”, said the King, “Then perfect friends we are now again…” Thus did Tudor Royalty kiss and make up.

Katherine’s victory checked any conservative renaissance in the final years of the King’s reign. From now all eyes turned to the future (Protestant) reign of Edward VI. Here, Katherine appears to have been less successful, and for once followed her heart rather than her head. With ill-considered haste, she took Thomas Seymour as her lover within weeks of Henry’s death in 1547, and married him just months later. In doing so she lost any chance she may have had in exercising power during Edward’s minority. And yet, perhaps her final and most enduring success was yet to come, for in helping to restore the Princesses Mary and Elizabeth to the line of succession she had extended the Tudor dynasty by half a century. Katherine died after giving birth to a daughter in 1548.

The iconography of Katherine Parr is of particular interest. It is ironic that so few portraits of the Queen appear to survive, given that she was the foremost patron of portraiture in mid-Tudor England. There are several reasons why the Queen liked portraiture, not least because she evidently liked art. But perhaps the most intriguing reason may lie in Henry VIII’s habit (undoubtedly annoying to Catherine) of repeatedly portraying himself with Jane Seymour. Was Katherine’s jealousy manifested in art? Was her decision to commission the first full-length portraits of Elizabeth and Mary as Princesses, part of her desire to elevate them from illegitimate bastards to heirs of the English crown? Whatever the reasons, her legacy to the advancement of English portraiture cannot be doubted.

There are five recorded certainly known portraits of Katherine Parr that survive. The first is a miniature formerly in the collection of Horace Walpole (now at Sudeley Castle), which is probably by Lucas Hornebolt. The second and third, in the National Portrait Gallery, are a full-length (once erroneously called Lady Jane Grey) by Master John, and a half-length by an unknown artist. A fourth (Lambeth Palace) shows a young Katherine in the 1530s. And now the present example represents a fifth, and shows the Queen towards the end of her life.

And yet, Katherine’s own records show that she commissioned at least more than a dozen portraits of herself; “give me one of your small pictures”, her fourth husband Thomas Seymour wrote, “if ye have any left…” The contrast between Katherine’s commissions and those extant portraits gives a useful indication of how little survives from the sixteenth century – in this case less than a third. The Queen’s chamber accounts show that John Bettes the Elder painted up to seven miniatures – none survive – and nor apparently do any other miniatures by Hornebolt, aside from the possible Sudeley example.

Records also show that Katherine was painted by Hans Eworth, the Dutch artist considered the closest thing to Holbein’s heir . Such patronage was an indication of Katherine’s desire to support the new, for Eworth had only arrived in England c.1543. His earliest known work is dated 1549. The almost enamel-like flesh tones and bright colouring of the cheeks in this portrait, together with the distinctive modeling of the eyes, may suggest that the artist of this picture was influenced in some way by Eworth’s now lost original. The accomplished handling of the detail in Katherine’s out-turned collar, and the delicate portrayal of her hair, is also reminiscent of Eworth’s Mary Neville, Lady Dacre (National Gallery of Canada). That the jewelry Katherine wears in this portrait is similar to that recorded in her inventories, not to mention the intelligent depiction of Katherine’s slight physique, further suggests that it is based on a contemporary ad vivum example."

Clearly 'Roid Week made an impression on me. One the stunning sunsets from my recent trip to Negril.

Clearly showing off their grooming skills isn't working for these two young bucks!! Better luck next time guys :))

(July 2017 archives)

Clearly these two species of Godwits don’t get on, the Bar-tailed seeming to have the upper bill! ....

“The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life,

the clearer we should see through it.”

~ Niccolo Machiavelli ~

The first time I have ever seen a four ship Typhoon hot pit on the Lima line. Nice to see Elgin in the background quite clearly.

Clearly Barr make the fuel!

i love my canon.

but i cant wait to get my first roll from my holga developed!

Got a rust problem? A leaking gas tank? Want your motor inspected? Or simply take a short break while filling up your bike?

Ben’s Garage is the address you’ve been looking for! Always happy to help and surely the cheapest gasoline around!

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It was an interesting change of topic when I recently decided to build an old Ford tow truck. I’m not much of a car builder so there’s always a bit of a barrier when its about wheels.

Soon I added a small garage, then a classic motorbike and it quickly evolved into the gas station you can see above – all clearly inspired by my friends César and Sanel who posted two equally stunning takes on the same topic not too long ago. After staring at their models for way longer than I’d like to admit I simply had to try something in the same theme :)

This one is for Ben, one of the trusting mechanics in my life. If only his garage was a bit closer to home.. Stay strong and see you soon!

Clearly the clever thing to do during the coldest weather we have had so far, is to knock down the garage, leaving only an internal door between us and the elements.

This 1950s garage adjoining the house is going to be rebuilt on the same template but with domestic specs to create a downstairs plant room (for solar and air source), utility room and storage space.

The roof was asbestos tiles and the garage was already in a terrible state. A Digger is on the drive for tomorrows fun and games.

thank goodness for electric blankets.

clearly loving his subway

Kennedy & K2 Clearly Excited To Go Traveling - IMRAN™

Cropped but unedited photo shows Kennedy & K2 are (always) clearly quite excited to travel. 😃😃

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Pyramid Mountain over Patricia Lake, Jasper National Park, Canada

These clearly weren't my words. I had dragged Shirl on a hike around the Rila Seven Lakes. It involved an easy start via chair lift and then a moderate climb of 1,700 feet of ascent which reached a high point of 8,700 feet. I thought it was superb and will happily return to this region to hike further afield. Shirl on the other hand isn't a hiker and although she likes flat walking she certainly wasn't happy with my choice of a day out.

These mountains are situated in the south west of Bulgaria and in winter become one of the largest ski centres in the country. In summer the chair lift operates much of the time to enable lazy hikers (me included on this day) to reach a starting height of 7,000 feet. The Rila Seven Lake hike is rightly regarded as an outdoor jewel by the Bulgarian tourist board. This particular view looks down on Bliznaka Lake (twin lake).

Clearly this is technically not a good photograph, but what is clear to me is the feeling it represents.

This is what all those marches and parades are all about. Just being able to be ourselves without fear and reprisals.

I think these two beautiful young men are definitely doing just that... clearly.

Here's a study of the signalman of the Sheffield Park signal box taking time to catch up on a little light reading. Southern Railway Q Class 30541 can just be made out through the window. It would take us on a return trip to East Grinstead.