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Morning art in collage at my work table....beautiful tiny bits of paper repurposed in a new frame and intent. The process is very much like quilting with tiny bits of fabric to make a new wonder. I used a book review page from the WSJ as a background or first layer, stamps, maps, and a Design Within Reach catalog....acrylics and that fabulous green is Daniel Smith watercolor in a tube. #daisyyellowart
Before committing to the Sandy Blight Junction Road, I called Kintore on the Sat phone to see if they had some diesel...
... #roundAustraliawithSpelio
We had wanted to do this track all the time, but over the last few days started thinking we may skip it this time and do it with some other ACE travellers later.
But as we got to the turn-off we thought well at least we could pop up and check what the road is like for part of the way and camp at Bungabiddy RH.
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Then it all changed the next morning! see notes around that image and Offbeat Australia Group.
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see a report on the community further west about the 2000 floods..
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I commited the paynesworths.
ღ Lil вЯαⓉ ღ (viltringen.mcauley) with Fidget Paynesworth and Dr. Haddax Paynesworth
Parmigianino -
Lucrezia romana committing suicide [1540]
Naples, Capodimonte
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Lucretia romanan
According to Roman tradition, Lucretia was a noblewoman in ancient Rome. Sextus Tarquinius (Tarquin) raped her. Her subsequent suicide sparked a rebellion that overthrew the Roman monarchy, leading to the transition of the Roman government from a kingdom to a republic. After the rape, dissatisfaction with the tyrannical methods of Tarquin's father, Lucius Tarquinius Superbus, the last king of Rome, intensified. Consequently, the leading families established a republic, expelled the extensive royal family of Tarquin from Rome and successfully defended the republic against Etruscan and Latin interference.
There are no contemporary sources regarding Lucretia and the rape. Details of the rape, Lucretia's subsequent suicide and the resulting establishment of the Roman Republic come from the accounts of Roman historians Livy and Dionysius of Halicarnassus, written approximately 500 years later. Secondary sources on the establishment of the Republic reiterate the basic events of Lucretia's story, though accounts vary slightly between historians. The evidence suggests that a woman named Lucretia existed and that the events described played a critical part in the downfall of the monarchy. However, specific details are debatable and vary depending on the writer. According to modern sources, Lucretia's narrative is considered part of Roman mythohistory.[2] Much like the rape of the Sabine women, Lucretia's story provides an explanation for historical change in Rome by recounting violence against women.
Journaling: from Betty Scott Stam, China mission worker killed in 1934. Her daily prayer: Lord, I give up all my own plans and purposes, all my own desires and hopes, and accept Thy will for my life. I give myself, my time, my all, utterly to you forever. Fill me and seal me with the Holy Spirit. Use me as you will, send me where you will, work out thy whole will in my life at any cost, now and forever.
I decided to commit to cover as much of the potential last week of coal (and regular freight) on the line between Retford Low Level and Gainsborough Trent Jn as I could, so this record image is proof of that! We had waited near Sturton Le Steeple for 45 minutes beyond the booked departure time of 15:54 and had decided that with the advantage of having the drone we could walk back to the car (near Clarborough Jn) and if it departed could "throw it up" to capture the moment the train passed. Luckily this is exactly what happened!
66564 is seen as it heads away from West Burton, at sunset on the evening of 13th February 2023. 4Z41 West Burton-Barnetby.
friends,,,
there is something surpassing beautiful about the way kids commit to what they're doing.
if they're running,,, they're running. if they're laughing, they're laughing. if they're upset,,, it will be hard to miss ; )
one of my son Prevail's favorite games to play with me is chase, and it has become something of a daily ritual.
each time before we start he tells me about the superpowerful, so so fast engine he now has, and how it will make him go too too faster than the world.
this morning, i couldn't help but become lost in stunned appreciation as i watched him rev up in preparation to launch from the starting line.
we've all made the car noise with our mouth,,, you know, brrrpprprppprm, brrrprprprrrmmmm. this guy wasn't just making the car noise, he was the car noise.
his legs crouched down in a primal, ready-to-pounce position, tiny fists raised in the air, somehow instinctively knowing the the exact position that would take full advantage of his diaphragm's brrrpprrrmmp-ing power,,,
and he set it free - - - *
four year old boy-spit flew in quantities i can only describe as astounding, and he shot off from the living room floor like i've seen lions do on the nature channel, when they're hunting gazelle.
needless to say, i was impressed on many levels.
it was so fast, so sure. he knew what he wanted to do and committed instantly, involving his whole body in what might seem to be an isolated act of his mouth.
but of course it isn't isolated at all, is it?
the mouth, is connected to the throat, which is connected to the diaphragm, which works with our lungs, which rely on blood supply, which depends upon the heart,,, we are an entire orchestra of living, whether we realize it or not.
at what point in growing up do we learn to do things so halfheartedly? when do we forget to move, breathe and live with our whole body? when do we start practicing saying things we don't mean? when did we settle for being so much less powerful than we really are,,, for using such a small percentage of our natural potential?
why? when? i'll tell you exactly when: when we start becoming conscious of the spit flying out of our mouth, and how it really is a ridiculous amount of spit, and o no, what will the people around me think of me now that they've seen all this spit, and will they take their love from me because of it???
the fear of rejection is so strong, so deeply ingrained in us, that we imprison the best parts of us in a misguided attempt to keep them from harm. the greatest gift in the universe, traded for fear.
really? so what if johnny thinks you have too much spit, you're alive!!! alive, and no one can take that from you, no one can lessen the glory of that in any way.
no one, but you.
that's what i want to tell that precious little man as i see him fly through the air, so free and unburdened.
that's what i want to tell the 52 year old boy i saw on the street last week, locked behind eyes that had seen years and years of too much of that same fear.
it's what i want to tell the 27 year old girl i saw at a restaurant two nights ago pretending to laugh at something said by the man she was trying so hard to impress - a man who looked at her, completely missing the wealth she truly is.
it is what i want to tell to everyone i've ever met who is pretending to be fine.
no, my friends, no. we are more than this, and it is too long buried, for reasons that could never be good enough.
watching my boy work the magic he was born with, so effortlessly, so thoughtlessly, i am reminded of the most powerful artists i've been blessed to witness perform, whose work i've been privileged to experience.
there is an undeniable similarity between the two - a complete surrender, a commitment to the act of expression which is at the same time riveting and deeply moving in a way older than spoken language.
and we are born with it. born with it.
is it possible that reconnecting with that gift is as close and as simple as practicing being fully alive, fully present, fully genuine, in what we choose to say and do?
i believe it is that simple.
if something is worth doing, it is worth doing with everything you have. if it's not, then why are your spending precious moments of your life doing it?
love, love and more love, my amazing friends,,,
jesh *
In order to effectively commit to a mature doctrine of maneuver warfare, Yugoslavia had to ensure itself that its forces would be able to traverse every facet of the Balkans' rugged terrain, including the waterways that spill across the region. Hence, during the latter aughts, the JNA submitted a tender for the development of a platform that would enable the rapid deployment of units across broad water bodies which might otherwise impede mechanized advances. The resulting product would be designated the M-208 Vila.
Utilizing its experience from producing the 1544 series of amphibious transports, FAP began developing the M-208 in earnest. Although it was initially assumed the final design would likely resemble the M3 amphibious bridge and ferrying system operated by Britain and Germany, FAP had other plans in store. In order to address the JNA's emphasis on being able to surmount significant physical obstacles, FAP decided to design a tracked vehicle rather than a wheeled one. This would enable the platform to negotiate soft and hard terrain alike; reducing the need to travel along existing infrastructure. The designers went one step ahead and decided to make the vehicle articulated, thereby enhancing mobility and reducing the overall number of individual vehicles by linking two tractors together. All in all, FAP produced a very economical solution.
The vehicle itself features rather complex subsystems, but is nevertheless quite modular. When traveling on land, the M-208's pontoons and deck slats are folded up and tucked away. The rear module is naturally slaved to the front as well. Once at the designated shoreline, however, the two tractors decouple under their own power, unfold their pontoons, and then crewmen (typically three persons per module) begin using the integrated liftarms to position the additional deck components to either make a waterborne bridge or ferry. Additionally, a control panel raises in the rear of each module so the crew is able to steer the vehicle in the water. The steering procedure requires a tremendous amount of training and communication as a single miscalculation made by any module would be enough to sheer the ferry or bridge apart or move it in the wrong direction. At any rate, a single M-208 is enough to transport an MBT (e.g. the M-72A Zmey) or an assortment of lighter vehicles, typically trucks and the like. Despite its Herculean strength, the Vila greatly resembles a ballet dancer when deployed in the water as a great deal of technical skill is required to keep things running smoothly and elegantly.
As always, huge ups to Wayne for rendering this huge mofo!
July 18th. I was going to try and get the kids to pretend to commit various crimes. But they were too busy arguing loudly and continuously. And I felt like committing murder. We all have evenings like this!
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Commit to be fit , keep exercising
I bike on a regular basis, on the Coyote Hills , sometimes the views are so mesmerizing, that I tell myself, "I wish, I have my camera with me".
That particular evening looked very promising for a nice sunset & I grabbed my bag & bike and biked all the way up to this hill top, the sun was setting very fast & I had no time to put the ND filters, so decided to make this an HDR.
My hands were shaking, because I climbed the hill on record time...What more can you expect... exercise & a photo....
Enjoy the moment !!!!
The shot
Camera Canon 5D,
3 exposures [-2,0,+2Ev] in Raw on tripod .
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In the very centre of Hell, condemned for committing the ultimate sin (personal treachery against God), is the Devil, referred to by Virgil as Dis (the Roman god of the underworld; the name "Dis" was often used for Pluto in antiquity, such as in Virgil's Aeneid). The arch-traitor, Lucifer was once held by God to be fairest of the angels before pride caused his rebellion against God and resulted in his expulsion from Heaven. Lucifer is a giant, terrifying beast trapped waist-deep in the ice, fixed and suffering. He has three faces, each a different color: one red (the middle), one a pale yellow (the right), and one black (the left):
... he had three faces: one in front bloodred;
and then another two that, just above
the midpoint of each shoulder, joined the first;
and at the crown, all three were reattached;
the right looked somewhat yellow, somewhat white;
the left in its appearance was like those
who come from where the Nile, descending, flows.
Dorothy L. Sayers notes that Satan's three faces are thought by some to suggest his control over the three human races: red for the Europeans (from Japheth), yellow for the Asiatic (from Shem), and black for the African (the race of Ham). All interpretations recognize that the three faces represent a fundamental perversion of the Trinity: Satan is impotent, ignorant, and full of hate, in contrast to the all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-loving nature of God.Lucifer retains his six wings (he originally belonged to the angelic order of Seraphim, described in Isaiah 6:2), but these are now dark, bat-like, and futile: the icy wind that emanates from the beating of Lucifer's wings only further ensures his own imprisonment in the frozen lake. He weeps from his six eyes, and his tears mix with bloody froth and pus as they pour down his three chins. Each face has a mouth that chews eternally on a prominent traitor. Marcus Junius Brutus and Gaius Cassius Longinus dangle with their feet in the left and right mouths, respectively, for their involvement in the assassination of Julius Caesar (March 15, 44 BC) – an act which, to Dante, represented the destruction of a unified Italy and the killing of the man who was divinely appointed to govern the world.In the central, most vicious mouth is Judas Iscariot, the apostle who betrayed Christ. Judas is receiving the most horrifying torture of the three traitors: his head is gnawed inside Lucifer's mouth while his back is forever flayed and shredded by Lucifer's claws. According to Dorothy L. Sayers, "just as Judas figures treason against God, so Brutus and Cassius figure treason against Man-in-Society; or we may say that we have here the images of treason against the Divine and the Secular government of the world."
At about 6:00 P.M. on Saturday evening, Virgil and Dante begin their escape from Hell by clambering down Satan's ragged fur, feet-first. When they reach Satan's navel, the poets pass through the center of the universe and of gravity from the Northern Hemisphere of land to the Southern Hemisphere of water. When Virgil changes direction and begins to climb "upward" towards the surface of the Earth at the antipodes, Dante, in his confusion, initially believes they are returning to Hell. Virgil indicates that the time is halfway between the canonical hours of Prime (6 a.m.) and Terce (9 a.m.) – that is, 7:30 A.M of the same Holy Saturday which was just about to end. Dante is confused as to how, after about an hour and a half of climbing, it is now apparently morning. Virgil explains that as a result of passing through the Earth's center into the Southern Hemisphere, which is twelve hours ahead of Jerusalem, the central city of the Northern Hemisphere (where, therefore, it is currently 7:30 P.M.).
Virgil goes on to explain how the Southern Hemisphere was once covered with dry land, but the land recoiled in horror to the north when Lucifer fell from Heaven and was replaced by the ocean. Meanwhile, the inner rock Lucifer displaced as he plunged into the center of the earth rushed upwards to the surface of the Southern Hemisphere to avoid contact with him, forming the Mountain of Purgatory. This mountain – the only land mass in the waters of the Southern Hemisphere – rises above the surface at a point directly opposite Jerusalem. The poets then ascend a narrow chasm of rock through the "space contained between the floor formed by the convex side of Cocytus and the underside of the earth above,"moving in opposition to Lethe, the river of oblivion, which flows down from the summit of Mount Purgatory. The poets finally emerge a little before dawn on the morning of Easter Sunday (April 10, 1300 A.D.) beneath a sky studded with stars (Canto XXXIV).
The Inferno tells the journey of Dante through Hell, guided by the ancient Roman poet Virgil. In the poem, Hell is depicted as nine concentric circles of suffering located within the Earth; it is the "realm ... of those who have rejected spiritual values by yielding to bestial appetites or violence, or by perverting their human intellect to fraud or malice against their fellowmen." As an allegory, the Divine Comedy represents the journey of the soul toward God, with the Inferno describing the recognition and rejection of sin
The poem begins on the night before Good Friday in the year 1300, "halfway along our life's path" (Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita). Dante is thirty-five years old, half of the biblical life expectancy of 70 (Psalms 89:10, Vulgate), lost in a dark wood (understood as sin), assailed by beasts (a lion, a leopard, and a she-wolf) he cannot evade, and unable to find the "straight way" (diritta via) – also translatable as "right way" – to salvation (symbolized by the sun behind the mountain). Conscious that he is ruining himself and that he is falling into a "low place" (basso loco) where the sun is silent ('l sol tace), Dante is at last rescued by Virgil, and the two of them begin their journey to the underworld. Each sin's punishment in Inferno is a contrapasso, a symbolic instance of poetic justice; for example, fortune-tellers have to walk with their heads on backwards, unable to see what is ahead, because that was what they had tried to do in life:
they had their faces twisted toward their haunches
and found it necessary to walk backward,
because they could not see ahead of them.
... and since he wanted so to see ahead,
he looks behind and walks a backward path.
Allegorically, the Inferno represents the Christian soul seeing sin for what it really is, and the three beasts represent three types of sin: the self-indulgent, the violent, and the malicious.These three types of sin also provide the three main divisions of Dante's Hell: Upper Hell, outside the city of Dis, for the four sins of indulgence (lust, gluttony, avarice, anger); Circle 7 for the sins of violence; and Circles 8 and 9 for the sins of malice (fraud and treachery). Added to these are two unlike categories that are specifically spiritual: Limbo, in Circle 1, contains the virtuous pagans who were not sinful but were ignorant of Christ, and Circle 6 contains the heretics who contradicted the doctrine and confused the spirit of Christ. The circles number 9, with the addition of Satan completing the structure of 9 + 1 = 10.
Purgatorio
Having survived the depths of Hell, Dante and Virgil ascend out of the undergloom, to the Mountain of Purgatory on the far side of the world. The Mountain is on an island, the only land in the Southern Hemisphere, created by the displacement of rock which resulted when Satan's fall created Hell[18] (which Dante portrays as existing underneath Jerusalem[19]). The mountain has seven terraces, corresponding to the seven deadly sins or "seven roots of sinfulness."The classification of sin here is more psychological than that of the Inferno, being based on motives, rather than actions. It is also drawn primarily from Christian theology, rather than from classical sources.However, Dante's illustrative examples of sin and virtue draw on classical sources as well as on the Bible and on contemporary events.Love, a theme throughout the Divine Comedy, is particularly important for the framing of the sin on the Mountain of Purgatory. While the love that flows from God is pure, it can become sinful as it flows through humanity. Humans can sin by using love towards improper or malicious ends (Wrath, Envy, Pride), or using it to proper ends but with love that is either not strong enough (Sloth) or love that is too strong (Lust, Gluttony, Greed). Below the seven purges of the soul is the Ante-Purgatory, containing the Excommunicated from the church and the Late repentant who died, often violently, before receiving rites. Thus the total comes to nine, with the addition of the Garden of Eden at the summit, equaling ten.Allegorically, the Purgatorio represents the Christian life. Christian souls arrive escorted by an angel, singing In exitu Israel de Aegypto. In his Letter to Cangrande, Dante explains that this reference to Israel leaving Egypt refers both to the redemption of Christ and to "the conversion of the soul from the sorrow and misery of sin to the state of grace." Appropriately, therefore, it is Easter Sunday when Dante and Virgil arrive.The Purgatorio is notable for demonstrating the medieval knowledge of a spherical Earth. During the poem, Dante discusses the different stars visible in the southern hemisphere, the altered position of the sun, and the various timezones of the Earth. At this stage it is, Dante says, sunset at Jerusalem, midnight on the River Ganges, and sunrise in Purgatory.
Islamic philosophy
In 1919, Professor Miguel Asín Palacios, a Spanish scholar and a Catholic priest, published La Escatología musulmana en la Divina Comedia ("Islamic Eschatology in the Divine Comedy"), an account of parallels between early Islamic philosophy and the Divine Comedy. Palacios argued that Dante derived many features of and episodes about the hereafter from the spiritual writings of Ibn Arabi and from the Isra and Mi'raj or night journey of Muhammad to heaven. The latter is described in the Hadith and the Kitab al Miraj (translated into Latin in 1264 or shortly before as Liber Scalae Machometi, "The Book of Muhammad's Ladder"), and has significant similarities to the Paradiso, such as a sevenfold division of Paradise,[39] although this is not unique to the Kitab al Miraj.
Some "superficial similarities" of the Divine Comedy to the Resalat Al-Ghufran or Epistle of Forgiveness of Al-Ma'arri have also been mentioned in this debate. The Resalat Al-Ghufran describes the journey of the poet in the realms of the afterlife and includes dialogue with people in Heaven and Hell, although, unlike the Kitab al Miraj, there is little description of these locations,and it is unlikely that Dante borrowed from this work.Dante did, however, live in a Europe of substantial literary and philosophical contact with the Muslim world, encouraged by such factors as Averroism ("Averrois, che'l gran comento feo" Commedia, Inferno, IV, 144, meaning "Averrois, who wrote the great comment") and the patronage of Alfonso X of Castile. Of the twelve wise men Dante meets in Canto X of the Paradiso, Thomas Aquinas and, even more so, Siger of Brabant were strongly influenced by Arabic commentators on Aristotle. Medieval Christian mysticism also shared the Neoplatonic influence of Sufis such as Ibn Arabi. Philosopher Frederick Copleston argued in 1950 that Dante's respectful treatment of Averroes, Avicenna, and Siger of Brabant indicates his acknowledgement of a "considerable debt" to Islamic philosophy.
Although this philosophical influence is generally acknowledged, many scholars have not been satisfied that Dante was influenced by the Kitab al Miraj. The 20th century Orientalist Francesco Gabrieli expressed skepticism regarding the claimed similarities, and the lack of evidence of a vehicle through which it could have been transmitted to Dante. Even so, while dismissing the probability of some influences posited in Palacios' work,Gabrieli conceded that it was "at least possible, if not probable, that Dante may have known the Liber scalae and have taken from it certain images and concepts of Muslim eschatology". Shortly before her death, the Italian philologist Maria Corti pointed out that, during his stay at the court of Alfonso X, Dante's mentor Brunetto Latini met Bonaventura de Siena, a Tuscan who had translated the Kitab al Miraj from Arabic into Latin. Corti speculates that Brunetto may have provided a copy of that work to Dante.René Guenon, in The Esoterism of Dante, rejected the influence of Ibn Arabi (direct or indirect) on Dante.
COMMIT!Forum at the Westin Hotel in Times Square on October 18, 2016 in New York City. (Photos by Ben Hider)
Commit your way to the Lord;
trust in him and he will do this:
He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn,
your vindication like the noonday sun.
Psalm 37:5-6
Barry paced back and forth in front of the door of Iris’ apartment. It had been half a week since he left her on their date and he felt insanely bad about it. Not only did he commit the crime of leaving her, but he had also been avoiding her. This, of course, may have been a worse crime than the first. Could he have talked to her sooner. Yes, he probably could have. In fact, he probably should have. “Iris” he started as he knocked on her door. He waited a few seconds but heard no response. “I know you’re probably mad at me and never want to talk to me again...but I just wanted to apologize for leaving you. It wasn’t fair for me to treat you like that and you probably hate me...but I am sorry...I’m so sorry...but I had fun. I had a great time with you...in fact, it was a better time than most other times out of the year for me. I just...could you please forgive me? Could you find it in your heart to give me one more chance?” Barry vented to her door.
“You know I normally don’t give guys a second chance after they show me up,” a voice said behind Barry.
“Ah!” Barry said with a jump as he turned around to find Iris holding a bag of groceries. “Iris you scared me...did you...did you hear what I said?”
“Oh Barry, I heard all of it. But, I will give you another chance under two conditions.”
“Anything.”
“Anything? Now that’s a lot of power you’re giving me.”
“Now that’s just not fair.”
“You have a lot to learn about ‘what’s fair’ in a relationship. Am I your first girlfriend?”
“You’re my girlfriend?”
“Answer the question, Barry.”
“No…”
“Can't say I believe you but I’m gonna need you to commence one of my conditions.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Reach into my pocket and open my door pretty please these groceries are getting heavy”
“Of course,” Barry said as he quickly fumbled around in her pocket for the key. He then messed with the lock and opened the door.
Iris walked in behind him. “Hey, Wally I’m home!”
“Wally? Who’s Wally?”
“Maybe if you had stayed around for our date you would know,” Iris said as an orange-haired individual emerged from a room opposite of the entrance. “Barry, this is my nephew Wally, I’ve been taking care of him for half a year now. Wally this is my boyfriend Barry”.
“Nice to meet you, Barry,” Wally West said as he extended his hand.
Barry grabbed his hand and shook it. There was something that he felt was odd. A connection between the two of them. Barry didn’t notice it, but as he removed his hand there was a small trail of lightning between them.
“Hey, Wally, why don’t you go hang out in your room while Barry and I talk business,”Iris said whilst glaring at Barry.
“Sure thing,” Wally said as he placed an earbud back into his ear and walked into his room.
Iris watched as Wally shut the door and waited a few seconds. “Next condition. You never do that again and you tell me why you left me in the first place after I spent a solid hour on getting ready.”
“Okay, I promise...kind of that I won’t do it again...but to be perfectly honest I’m not comfortable with telling you the second part.”
“Barry...sit down.” Iris said as she took a seat by her counter. Barry then sat down across from Iris. “I know I’m your first girlfriend-”
“Not my first girlfriend,” Barry said as Iris raised an eyebrow. “Sorry…”
“Okay, well I’m your first girlfriend who actually wants to take this somewhere. But here’s the thing...in a relationship, you have to tell your partner what’s wrong. You have to tell them if you have a problem. If you keep it all bottled up it comes out in a tsunami of anger...do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then please Barry...if you want this to go somewhere. If you want there to be an us...you have to be honest with me…” Iris said as she locked eyes with him. “Tell me what’s wrong”.
Barry considered his options. Should he tell her the truth? That he was the Flash? The fastest man alive? He couldn’t. She was right he did want this to go somewhere. He felt like Iris may be the one. The one that he’s been looking for his entire life. His other half. Was this the way he wanted things to truly start after years of flirting between the two of them? Is this how he wanted it all to start? Did he want the foundation of his relationship built upon lies? But it was to protect her right? If people knew who Barry was...then they could hurt the people that Barry loved. But he wasn’t just Barry Allen he was the Flash. The Fastest man alive…
“Iris I...I’m...It was my dad,” Barry lied. “I had been thinking about my dad earlier in the day and then talking about him...it kinda broke me and I just didn’t want you to see me upset. Then I got so embarrassed that I just left,” Barry said regretfully.
“Oh, Barry…” Iris said as she stood up and walked over to Barry to give him a hug. She held him in an embrace for five seconds, but Barry slowed down his time. He wanted to extend that hug for as long as he could. He wanted to extend that moment. That wonderful moment of her trusting him. She let go and looked him in his eyes then ruffled his hair. “You big loveable idiot,” she said sweetly.
“I know I need to lose some weight, but ou-” Barry was interrupted by a kiss from Iris.
“You stay right there while I use the bathroom. Then I’ll send you off and we can meet later tonight.”
“Later tonight?”
“Yup...you’re getting that second chance a lot sooner than you thought. As long as you’re okay with it that is.”
“It would be my honor,” Barry said with a slight bow.
Iris rolled her eyes and walked to the bathroom. A few seconds afterward the slightly cracked door of Wally’s room fully opened and Wally walked out of his room.
“So…” Wally trailed off.
“Oh Wally uh, how much did you see?” Barry asked reluctantly
“Pretty much all of it. Aunt Iris is pretty lucky though.”
“You think so?” Barry asked.
“Yeah, girls at my school would kill to date a superhero let alone the Flash” Wally said as Barry’s heart dropped.
Commit no nuisance
the police have order(s)
to take you incharge
One of at least 4 Commit No Nuisance signs around London, this one is in the Marylebone area of W1.
I would guess this rather bossy sign dates from the late Victorian times (assuming it's not a fake) & do i spy that old joke of scratching out the No, but not so sure why "the Poe have orders" would be funny?
One hot, humid afternoon, he messaged me asking me to come out because he was bored and needed someone to help him commit to scootering. A 60% chance of thunderstorms didn't deter me—after all, it didn't deter him.
Nikon D700
AF Zoom-Nikkor 80-200mm f/2.8 ED