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A comparison of the resin colors of Fairyland's "Natural" of 2012 (on the left) and Withdoll's "Normal" of 2013 (on the right).
As you can see the match is quite good. There is a slight difference, but it could easily be blushed.
London's two iconic post-war designs the RT and RM side by side at Fulwell Garage open day on 28 June 2014.
The comparison you've been waiting for (maybe not).
Barbie Fashionista "L.A. Girl" vs Liu Liu Ling "Style Savior"
Comparison with the stock LEGO version of the Helicarrier. The crank arm remains on the updated MOC and still powers the rotors when used.
A lens comparison with no sharpening, with a 100% crop - zoom in for the full size.
Focal point for both was the middle reflector under the P, and both set to f/4 on the same EOS 70D body, with the same settings (AWB/faithful mode), under the same conditions.
Sigma 35mm f/1.4 DG HSM Art series vs Canon 24-105mm f/4L IS USM.
I feel the Sigma has the edge in this particular test.
This is a comparison of my seamless cuboctahedron frame made with 4,416 Zen Magnets and Magnenaut's cuboctahedron frame made with 912 Zen Magnets. See my YouTube construction video more information (youtu.be/wO6f1g-AT14).
Obsessive comparison between the Canon 5d2+35L @ f/2.0 and Fujifilm x100 @ f/2.0 (previous image). Both shot raw.
Surprisingly, the 35L gave me a 10% wider view than the x100 lens.
Even though the apertures were the same, the full-frame 5d2 has that lovely shallow depth of field which gives the subject more depth. I just read an argument that the x100 lens at f/2.0 is equivalent to f/2.8 on FF 35mm which might partly explains the difference in DOF.
We are all born with built-in self love. As children, we think nothing of demanding our needs and wants, we spend a lot of time staring at ourselves in the mirror, and love showing off what we can do. If we’re lucky, we have parents who encourage that self love and nurture it. I was lucky enough to have parents like that. Then school starts and you are faced with competition, comparison, and sometimes bullying. My parents helped me through, but I remember around 4th grade being knocked down a few notches from boys teasing and bullies on the playground. That’s when some self esteem issues crept in. Around puberty, I started struggling with anxiety and depression. It seemed to come out of nowhere, along with the feelings of worthlessness that anyone with depression knows all too well.
I fell in love at first sight with my high school sweetheart. While we dated, I valued myself based on my relationship with him. I thought loving him so much was enough. It wasn’t. Our relationship came to an end after my anxiety started causing me to miss school and my grades to drop. I was depressed all the time, and my sweet, young boyfriend didn’t understand it. He broke my heart, but he needed the chance to be a normal teenager. I understood, but my depression took over. This was the first time I wanted to die. I dropped out of school my senior year, due to my mental health issues.
My parents had me try counseling, I never participated like I should have. Medications just made me feel weird, and I wasn’t willing to keep trying at the time. I eventually got my diploma and worked full time, but I was still very depressed and feeling pretty hopeless and worthless.
I met my ex-husband a few years later. He was a troubled man with a big heart. All I wanted to do was love him. I thought that was enough to help him. It wasn’t. See, he didn’t love himself either, and had his own issues with mental health. The relationship became abusive.. verbal and emotional at first, ultimately physical. It got worse when he started drinking. I remember on Sundays, he’d buy me a big bottle of Southern Comfort and tell me I needed to “relax”. That’s when I first learned how alcohol could “make things better” for me. It temporarily made it easier to be around him. The abuse got worse, which only played into my feelings of never being good enough. I probably would have stayed, if it weren’t for the day my daughter accidentally got hurt during one of his blackouts. A switch went off and I left. It wasn’t for me, though, it was for my children. I was in an 8 year marriage to an abusive husband, adding PTSD to my list of diagnoses.
Again, I never sought help, I was too busy trying so hard to be a single mom, while going to school and working. I only valued myself based on being a good mother and a hard worker. It wasn’t enough, because at the same time, I was pushing my mental health issues down deep. I found some relief and comfort in alcohol. It was well hidden, and I “managed” for a while.... until I didn’t. My self-medicating became a daily addiction. Alcohol, temporarily eased my anxiety, but it brought my depression to a dark and evil place. I started to drink so much that I’d have frequent blackouts, where I was conscious, but had no control over what I was doing. I wouldn’t remember anything, after that line was crossed. During these blackouts, I had several serious attempts at suicide, and was hurtful to the people I loved. I was in and out of rehabs and psych hospitals for years. With each episode, my guilt and self hatred grew. How could I put my family, my CHILDREN, through this? I hated myself, the guilt and shame were overwhelming. Then would come another attempt. It was a vicious cycle. I was once on life support for a week, the Dr. telling my mother she’d have to “make a decision”. Somehow, some way, I miraculously recovered with no real damage to my body. I tried to live for my children, I thought my immense love for them was enough. It wasn’t.
My very last blackout, I accidentally set my home on fire. My dog almost died in that house. The switch went off again. I didn’t care what happened to me, but the fact that I hurt my dog, woke me up. It took me right back to the day my daughter got hurt. I spent the next months in rehab and the next 2 years living in a sober house while the court decided what to do with me. During that time, through meetings, counseling and finally finding the right combination of medication, I started to learn how to take care of myself. I finally started to care about myself again. The case has finally been dismissed and I’ve been sober for 2 1/2 years. I believe that fire, saved my life. It forced me to take the time to get the help that I needed.
I’m still in disbelief, sometimes, at the fact that my beautiful children, my family, my friends, still love and support me. I’ve put them all through hell. I’ve done a lot of healing, we all have, and still are. My brilliant son, who once found me almost dead when he was only fifteen, saved my life that day. He’s learned to forgive me with the help of counseling. Now he is studying nuclear engineering in the Navy, and our relationship has never been better. His compassion has been the greatest gift I’ve ever received. My stunning daughter, will be graduating from nursing school this year. We still need some time and work to heal our relationship, but I’m just grateful that she’s doing so well. They have taught me strength, resilience, and what real love is. The fact that they love and take care of themselves is all I could ever ask for. They inspire me everyday. I’m healthier than I’ve been in decades, I have a job that I love, and I’ve started dancing again... a long lost love of mine. I finally have something, now, that I haven’t had in much too long... hope.
My biggest lesson has been to learn to love myself. To love myself as much as I love my children, and treat myself the way I would want them to treat themselves. It’s there, that self love, it’s always been there.. from the beginning of our lives. We are all capable of finding it, and deserve it, no matter what we’ve been through or the mistakes we’ve made. It is the most important thing we can do with our lives. Love ourselves, and we can achieve anything! If I can give any advice, it is that, and I promise you, life will get better.
Here is the most famous shot of the Liberty 2 (Icarus Type) spaceship crash in the Forbidden Zone on top, and below the same scene in 2015. Depending on what you read and where you read it at the Liberty 2 spaceship crashed sometime in early 3955, in August of 3956, or possibly January of 3979.
Note: It was tough to get this shot lined up with all the landmarks visible all at once, I believe the movie camera was probably a few steps away, but we were within 10' of the location where the movie cameras were set up for sure.
I had someone on YouTube ask for comparison shots of my Vito boy next to a doll in the SD size range as well as a JID boy (included my Fairyland MNF A-line boy just cuz).
The Vito really doesn’t really fit that well with dolls as big as my YID Justin. He’s about the right height for a short adult or a young teen, but his head proportions are too small and Vito boys generally have pretty adult-like faces so... xD I’ve always personally preferred Vitos with mature minis, since they generally just look like taller than average people or whatever.
Hasbro Star Wars Catapult Comparison
Left: POTF2 1997 "Ewok Attack" Playset
Right: Kmart's 2013 "Ewok Assault Catapult"
Totally didn't realize that I didn't upload my box opening + comparisons onto Flickr.
Natural light resin comparison of, from lefthand to righthand, Unoa, Supiadoll, Narindoll, and Latidoll.
More detailed post here:
www.denofangels.com/forums/showthread.php?448725-Narin-N4...
This is a comparison of two pics I did of Sam; another fictional character I made up. She's Jack's love intrest and shes hot! :)